A Fight For Love

by DullDragon2070

Rating: mature
Tags: DJ P0N-3, Human, Lemon Zest, Drama, Fetish, Other, Equestria Girls, Octavia, Profanity, Violence
Length: 4712

Octavia Melody and Lemon Zest fight for the love of Vinyl Scracth

Vinyl Scratch and Lemon Zest are together in a loving relationship, and everyone's happy for them.

Everyone except Octavia Melody, who is in love with Vinyl, and hates that she is dating Lemon. She won't stand for it.

After a brief tussle at a party, Octavia challenges Lemon to a fight in the park at night. Winner gets to be with Vinyl.

*All characters are aged 18+ years old.

This was a commission for Sunset_Shimmer83.

Published 2024-11-19 01:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-19 01:50:00 UTC

Lemon Zest vs Octavia Melody

It was late evening, and most of Canterlot's residents were tucked away for the night. The only exception was the dozen ladies gathering at the center of Canterlot Park; the clearing nestled within the grove of trees was bathed in the full moon's light, illuminating all present.

It was a mixed group of former students from rival schools: Canterlot High and Crystal Prep Academy. The C.H.S. graduates comprised Sunset Shimmer, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Lyra Heartstrings, Bon Bon, Octavia Melody, and Vinyl Scratch. Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, and Sugarcoat were from C.P.A.

The atmosphere was tense among the women. This was not a friendly get-together. Most of the ladies were here to witness what would no doubt be an unpleasant and, unfortunately, unavoidable event.

The two participants in this event stepped forward, slowly approaching each other, stopping when they were mere feet apart. Octavia and Lemon Zest glared coldly at each other, their bodies tense, their fists tightly clenched, and ready to act.

These fierce women were not here to chat… they were here to fight.

For the love of a woman.

During high school, Octavia became good friends with Vinyl. Though their tastes in music differed, the cellist and DJ developed a harmonious rapport. As time passed, Octavia wanted more than friendship, having fallen in love with Vinyl. The DJ didn’t seem to pick up on her feelings; if she did, she sadly did not reciprocate them. Yet, Octavia was not deterred, believing Vinyl would eventually fall for her.

Then, the Friendship Games happened, and with the competition against their rival school, Octavia found she had a rival for Vinyl’s affection: Lemon Zest.

After the event, Vinyl spent time getting to know the Crystal Prep girl and the two found common ground in similar music styles. They traded numbers, hung out, and, over time, their friendship became a mutual attraction; by the time they had graduated, they were in love.

This angered Octavia. She refused to accept this, believing she and Vinyl were meant to be together. The cellist would not be denied.

One evening, there was a party, and former students from both CHS and CPA were invited. They snacked, drank, mingled, and danced; everyone was having a good time.

Unfortunately, it swiftly took an ugly turn.

It started simple; Octavia hovered around the happy couple like a vulture circling a dying animal. She blatantly flirted with Vinyl. In front of Lemon, no less. This angered the lime-green-haired woman, but she held her tongue because her girlfriend politely disregarded the flirting.

That changed when Lemon Zest went to get a fresh drink. Octavia stepped closer to Vinyl, invading her personal space. She gently but firmly grabbed her hand while stroking her cheek with her other hand and speaking sweet nothings to the nervous DJ. Lemon Zest saw this and snapped. She swiftly approached and forcefully shoved Octavia away from Vinyl, verbally warning the raven-haired woman to back off, garnering the attention of some nearby partygoers who silently observed.

Unbothered by the show of aggression, Octavia stood her ground while making some catty remarks to the Crystal Prep graduate. The conversation became heated, with insults and harsh words exchanged between the two ladies, until finally, Lemon threw her drink into Octavia’s face.

The onlookers watching gasped, gaining the attention of the rest of the attendants; all eyes were now on the two women, watching with bated breath.

Octavia calmly wiped the liquid off her face while maintaining eye contact with Zest. After shaking off the remaining droplets from her hand, she pulled that same hand back and delivered a vicious slap to the woman’s face, snapping her head to the side and knocking off her headphones. Lemon didn’t make a sound, but the onlookers winced, witnessing the hit. Slowly, Lemon blocked out the pain radiating from her cheek and turned her head back toward Octavia, who was smirking smugly. She then literally slapped that smirk off Octavia’s face when she retaliated with a slap to the cellist’s cheek, snapping her head to the side.

They traded a few more slaps before Octavia screamed, grabbed two handfuls of Lemon’s hair, and thrashed her about. Lemon Zest responded in kind, burying her fingers into Octavia’s tresses and violently shaking the woman’s head. She then hooked her leg behind Octavia’s and tripped her, sending them falling to the floor. Lemon climbed on top of her opponent, straddling her stomach; she pulled Octavia’s head up by her hair before slamming it against the ground, making the woman cry out with each impact. Octavia didn’t take this lying down, punching the woman atop her in the ribs, grunts of pain escaping Lemon’s throat.

Before the fight could escalate, several partygoers, including Sunset, Vinyl, Applejack, Sour Sweet, and Indigo Zap, pulled the two vixens apart; the task proved difficult as both women continued to claw, thrash, and kick at each other. Rainbow moved between them when they were separated, shouting at everyone to go home, saying the party was over.

As everyone dispersed, the two fighters shared a final glare, silently promising that this was far from over.

A few days later, Octavia called Lemon, presenting a chance to settle the matter.

“Canterlot Park, tonight, after dark,” she explained. “We meet to finish what we started. No weapons; we use our bare hands. We fight until one of us submits or is rendered unconscious.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, bitch,” Lemon spat. “And when I win, you will stay away from my girlfriend!”

“Hah! Listen to you, talking like your victory is guaranteed,” Octavia mocked. “Fine. But you will break up with Vinyl when I win so I can court her.”

“Not gonna happen,” Lemon shot back. “But you’ve got a deal.”

Unfortunately, Vinyl had been spending the day over at Lemon’s place, and she overheard. She begged and pleaded with her love to call the fight off. Lemon almost caved but refused, telling her girlfriend it was the only way to end this mess. Vinyl was not happy, but she eventually relented, on the condition that they have some of their friends come along to keep things from getting out of hand.

Now, the neon-blue-haired DJ watched with sad eyes hidden behind her reflective sunglasses as her love faced off with her friend.

A gentle hand on her shoulder made her turn to see Applejack looking at her in concern. “Are you sure you want to watch this, sugar cube?” the farmer asked.

Vinyl nodded in resignation. “I can’t stay away, knowing they’re fighting over me.”

“Well, let’s hope this will be over quickly.”

“I’m just worried that things will go too far.”

“Don’t worry, Vinyl,” Sunset said, approaching the two, laying a comforting hand on the DJ’s shoulder. “We won’t let that happen.”

Vinyl smiled appreciatively, squeezing Sunset’s hand in thanks.

Meanwhile, Rainbow stood next to Lyra and Bon Bon, having a quiet conversation.

“I can’t believe that this is happening,” Rainbow whispered.

“Me neither,” Lyra agreed. She looked at her girlfriend. “Why did we agree to do this?”

“Because Octavia is our friend,” Bon answered calmly, taking Lyra’s hand and gently squeezing it. “We may disapprove of her actions, but we must be there for her if or when she loses.”

“Why can’t she just leave Vinyl alone and be happy for her?” Rainbow asked, exasperated.

“It can be difficult for someone in love to accept that their feelings are not returned,” Bon Bon explained. “Sometimes they can’t see that their actions are hurting not just their beloved, but themselves.”

“Well, she’s gonna learn that the hard way now,” Lyra sadly remarked.

A shrill whistle ended the small talk, everyone turning their attention to Sunset, who was standing between Lemon Zest and Octavia. The others stood loosely around them, silently watching things unfold.

“All right, let’s get this over with,” Sunset firmly said; she was just as unhappy about this as everyone else but intended to see it through. She looked between the two combatants. “Octavia, Lemon Zest, listen carefully. This fight goes on until one of you surrenders or is knocked out. Aside from no weapons, anything goes. If things start going too far, we will stop it. Do you understand?”

Both ladies nodded, not breaking eye contact with each other. Sunset gives Vinyl an apologetic look, receiving a resigned nod. She sighed, backing away from the two women. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Before the last syllable was finished, Octavia charged forward, her fist cocked. Caught off guard, Lemon instinctively stepped back but was slow to raise her arms to block; Octavia’s fist found its mark, impacting Lemon’s cheek. The punch staggered her, and she took a few more hits to the face and chest before she got her arms up to defend against the barrage Octavia unleashed on her. She heard her CPA friends calling to her, cheering her on, but she kept her attention on the raven-haired attacker pushing her back.

Octavia’s assault started to slow, making it easier for Zest to analyze her attack pattern and find an opening. The opportunity came when the cellist threw a hook; Lemon ducked under the punch, launching a solid cross into her rival’s breadbasket. The air left Octavia’s lungs with a pained groan as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. Lemon didn’t let her recover; she moved in, grabbed Octavia’s hair, and yanked her head up. Holding her there with one hand, she pulled the other back and punched Octavia in the face. She hit the woman two more times before Octavia wrapped her hands around Lemon’s other arm; she squeezed, sinking her nails into the forearm’s flesh.

The lime-haired woman screamed from the pain shooting up her arm. She grabbed the hands with her punching hand and tried to pry them off, but they held like iron clamps. Octavia rose to her full height, glaring daggers at the woman, and with a hard yank on the arm in her grip, she pulled Lemon in, delivering a knee deep into her gut, which doubled her over.

Tears leaked from Lemon’s eyes; her insides were on fire. She felt Octavia grab her hair, and through her blurry vision, she could see the woman’s leg wind back, getting ready to launch a second knee. Pushing through the pain, the DJ surged forward, wrapping her opponent’s midsection in a clinch.

That didn’t stop Octavia; she started striking Lemon’s back with hammer fists and elbows. Zest painfully moaned with each blow to her back; she could not withstand the assault for too long. Pulling one arm free, she lowered her hand and reached for her rival’s crotch.

Octavia gasped when she felt a hand grab her groin. “What the hell are you-AAAGAAAA!”

The raven-haired woman screeched when the fingers cupping her labia morphed into clutching talons and squeezed her pussy mercilessly; the pain was excruciating.

While Octavia wailed in agony, Lemon threw her other arm over the woman’s shoulder. She then hoisted Octavia into the air. The woman helplessly flailed her arms and kicked her legs, but Zest had her in an iron grip.

“Put me down, you bitch!” Octavia screamed.

“With pleasure,” Lemon grunted. With a yell, she body-slammed her opponent onto the ground. Octavia gave a high-pitched wheeze as the air was jettisoned from her lungs.

Lemon Zest watched with great satisfaction as her rival floundered about on the grass, eyes bulging, clasping at her throat as she tried to breathe. Finally, Melody started hacking and coughing, struggling to take in air. Lemon stepped forward, intending to continue this fight, but a sudden jolt shot through her back. Crying out, she fell to the ground next to Octavia; she weakly clasped her lower back, wincing at the throbbing pain. Octavia had not been very heavy to lift, but Lemon didn’t stretch before the fight began, so lifting the other woman had been a bad idea.

The two combatants lay there, side-by-side, as they slowly recovered. Octavia was still coughing but breathing better; her body still hurt from the jarring slam. Lemon rubbed her back as best she could, trying to lessen the pain so she could move again. Both ladies were panting heavily, fatigue slowly setting in.

The onlookers stood by, watching with awe, shock, and concern.

The first to move was Lemon, pushing onto her hands and feet and crawling over to Octavia. Grabbing her shoulder, she forced the woman onto her back. Octavia attempted to sit up, but a hard slap across the face stunned her, allowing Lemon to push her back down and straddle her waist.

History repeated as Zest grabbed Melody’s hair and banged her head against the ground. Octavia tried to catch her arms, but Lemon contemptuously slapped her hands away before delivering some open-handed slaps to the woman’s cheeks. Octavia lifted her legs, trying to wrap them around the woman atop her, but Lemon leaned forward out of the limbs’ reach until they fell back to the grass.

Desperate to escape, Octavia frantically reached up and grasped the first thing she could grab: Lemon’s blouse. With a vicious tug, she managed to rip the front to shreds, revealing Lemon’s braless, grapefruit-sized breasts. This made Lemon cease her assault, looking at her exposed chest in shock. The brief pause was all Octavia needed; she swiftly reached up and grabbed those shapely tits before ferociously squeezing them.

Lemon threw her head back and screamed as her rival’s nails sank into the soft flesh of her breasts. She grabbed Octavia’s wrists, trying to pry those claws from her chest, but she only hurt herself, as pulling only painfully stretched her boobs out. She resorted to slapping Octavia’s arms to make her let go.

And she did let go, only not from the painful slaps.

In trying to save her breasts from being mauled, Lemon instinctively leaned back to pull herself free from Octavia’s punishing grasp and inadvertently put her upper body within reaching distance of Melody’s legs.

Immediately after releasing her hold on Lemon’s boobs, she quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around the top woman’s upper torso. Before Lemon could react, Octavia forcefully pulled her off, slamming her head into the ground, stunning her. The cellist scrambled to her hands and knees and got to her feet. While Lemon cradled the back of her head in her hands, Octavia took advantage of the opening, kicking the prone girl in the ribs and making her groan painfully. She then savagely stomped her shoe on the poor woman’s breast, grinding the pliable flesh under her sole.

Lemon whimpered as her tit was flattened against her chest. She released her head and grabbed Octavia’s foot, trying to remove it, but to little avail. Switching tactics, she moved her hands up the raven-haired woman’s leg, pulled down the calf-length sock, and dug her nails into the exposed flesh.

Octavia pulled her leg away with a screech. Looking down, she saw several long, red scratch marks decorating her calf. Pain gave way to anger, and she glared at Lemon Zest as she started to sit up. With a snarl, she closed in on the woman, raining punches on her head.

The DJ covered her head with her arms, grunting as the hits struck; some got through, while most peppered her arms. She was at a disadvantage on the ground, with her attacker hovering over her. She needed to distract Octavia long enough to turn the fight in her favor. Acting quickly, she shot her arms out and grabbed the front of the standing woman’s blouse; she took some hits to her face and head. She ignored the pain, leaned back, and pulled; she was rewarded with the sound of fabric tearing, followed by a shocked gasp from her opponent, and the punches ceased.

Octavia stood straight, looking down at herself in disbelief; the front of her blouse was torn down to her waist, exposing her torso. Unlike Lemon Zest, she wore a black laced bra covering her moderate-sized breasts.

“You, barbaric little skank!” she hissed. “How dare-”

Her angry rant was cut short by Lemon, still on the ground, delivering a swift kick to Octavia’s crotch; the tip of her shoe sank at least two inches into the cellist's mound. Octavia’s eyes widened comically, her face a picture of utter pain. A keening whine escaped her throat as she stumbled back before falling to the grass a few feet away. Stars danced in her vision as she lay there, clutching at her wounded groin.

Lemon did not capitalize on this sudden turn; instead, she sat on the ground, breathing heavily while rubbing her aching head.

Both ladies took advantage of the lull in combat, recovering from their latest exchange. Sunset, Vinyl, and the others warily watched; this intense fight got heated the longer it went on.

At last, both ladies got to their feet, glaring hatefully at one another. Their faces were bruised, and various marks and scratches peppered their exposed skin. Octavia had a bloody nose and a split lip; Lemon had a cut under her left eye, a small trail of blood oozing from the wound, and her right eye was slowly swelling up.

Their ripped clothes hung loosely on their bodies, barely holding together. They wouldn’t last much longer as the fight dragged on.

Glaring at each other, the two combatants reached the same conclusion.

“Nude, then,” Octavia said.

“Yep,” Lemon agreed.

With that, both women began to strip. They removed their shoes and socks and tossed them to the side. Shirts, or what was left of them anyway, came next, followed quickly by their skirts. Octavia removed her panties before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra, freeing her perky breasts from the cotton prison. Lemon, having no bra, slipped her panties off. The garments were added to the piles of discarded clothes, leaving both women completely naked.

The onlookers were speechless, having not expected this development. Despite the troubling situation, Vinyl couldn’t help but blush as she eyed her girlfriend’s curvy body. Rainbow discreetly took her phone out of her pocket, intending to get some video.

“No,” Applejack deadpanned, grabbing the phone from the athlete’s hand; the chromatic-haired woman whined at being denied.

Lemon and Octavia charged each other, their breasts bouncing with each step. They collided, both sets of tits flattening like pancakes; both ladies immediately grabbed their opponent’s hair and thrashed about, hissing and spitting like alley cats. It wasn’t long before they fell to the ground and rolled around in the grass, a tangle of limbs and hair. They cursed like sailors as they attacked each other’s bodies; they clawed, slapped, kicked, and even bit. They viciously targeted breasts, groins, and faces.

Octavia eventually ended on top of Lemon, her hands mauling the woman’s breasts. Lemon was retaliating, mercilessly squeezing the raven-haired woman’s tits. It looked like the vixens were in a stalemate, but things shifted in Octavia’s favor when she delivered a devastating knee to Lemon’s pussy. The lime-haired woman went rigid, her mouth open in a soundless scream. Octavia didn’t stop there; slowly and cruelly, she ground her knee hard into Zest’s mons pubis, making the poor girl squirm helplessly. Lemon ceased her attack on Melody’s breast, moving her hands to the woman’s knee, desperately trying to remove it from her groin, but to no avail.

“Hurts, doesn’t it,” Octavia vindictively hissed. Suddenly, she removed her knee and unlatched her claws from Lemon’s tits before standing up. Lemon immediately curled up into a ball, clutching at her wounded mound. She whimpered as pained tears leaked from her eyes.

She had no time to recover, however. Octavia bent down and grabbed Zest’s hair, roughly pulling on it and forcing the woman up. Unable to fight back, Lemon was hoisted onto her feet like a puppet on strings and painfully turned to where her back faced her tormentor. Octavia kept one hand buried in the lime-green tresses, crouched down, and reached under to ruthlessly claw Zest’s pussy. Lemon screamed as cruel fingers crushed her vulva. That was just the start of her torment as Octavia pulled her by her hair onto her shoulders before standing straight; she now had Lemon Zest in a Torture Rack hold.

Lemon wailed in agony. The pain from lifting Octavia was nothing compared to being caught in this hold; her back rested on a bed of red-hot coals. It was excruciating. It quickly worsened as Octavia bounced in place, sending painful jolts shooting along Lemon’s spine.

“Stop!” Lemon screamed in anguish, her voice rising a couple of octaves due to the pain.

“Oh, you want me to stop, do you?” Octavia sweetly asked. “I would be happy to, just as soon as you submit.”

Under different circumstances, Lemon might have agreed to end the torture. But she knew submitting meant breaking up with Vinyl; she refused to let that happen. “No! I won’t!”

“Hmm, what a shame,” Octavia tsked before resuming her hopping, making Zest scream anew. She continued for the next few minutes, but Lemon bravely endured. “Ugh, this is getting annoying,” Octavia huffed in exasperation. She rolled the stubborn woman off her shoulders, letting her hit the ground like a bag of bricks.

Lemon lay where she fell, groaning painfully. She was exhausted, unable to muster the strength to get up and continue the fight; it was a wonder that she hadn’t lost consciousness yet.

Her respite ended with Octavia grabbing her by the arm and hoisting her to her feet. Holding her arm, the cellist spun around, whipping Lemon in a circle. After several rotations, she released the limb, sending Lemon stumbling toward a nearby tree. Unable to stop herself, she crashed into the sturdy trunk. As she fell back, she was instantly slammed into the tree, courtesy of Octavia tackling her from behind. The raven-haired woman aggressively pressed into her, pushing her firmly against the trunk, the rough bark painfully digging into her skin. Lemon whimpered as the tree’s tough exterior scratched her breasts.

Staying pressed against the squirming woman’s back, Octavia wrapped an arm tightly around Lemon’s neck, making her gag. She then dipped her other arm down, slipping her hand under her rival’s ass, fingers seeking.

Zest’s eyes widened when she felt fingers sliding across her vulva, prodding the entrance. “What are you…?” She gasped in shock when those fingers quickly entered her.

“Oh, my, you are dry,” Octavia whispered, running her nails teasingly along the arid walls of Lemon’s love tunnel, making her captive tremble. “This is going to get very unpleasant for you,” she quietly warned. “If you value your womanhood, you will surrender.”

“Fuck you!” Lemon hissed, pushing down her rising fear; she refused to give up Vinyl to this harpy.

“Very poor choice of words.”

Zest’s breath caught in her throat as her nether region was assaulted. Octavia’s nails cruelly scratched her inner walls. There was no stopping the ear-piercing scream that shot from Lemon’s throat.

The night air was filled with pained wails, the onlookers watching in horror as the CPA graduate was tortured; even her friends couldn’t bring themselves to cheer her on, too shocked by what they were witnessing.

None of them were as terrified as Vinyl. She pulled off her sunglasses, showing her ruby eyes wide in panic and tears streaming down her face. It hurt to watch as the fight dragged out, but hearing her love’s anguished screams was unbearable.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lemon saw her girlfriend crying, and seeing that hurt worse than Octavia’s clawing her womanhood. It also made her angry at Octavia for putting them in this predicament and herself for letting this happen. She had agreed to this fight in the first place, and now she was on the cusp of losing. If she lost this fight, she would lose Vinyl to Octavia.

The thought alone reinvigorated her, filling her body with determination. She placed her hands against the tree trunk, and with a battle cry, she pushed herself off the tree; Octavia had been so focused on torturing the woman that she had no time to brace herself. That slip-up allowed Lemon to reach up, grab Octavia’s head, and slam it against the tree. This stunned the raven-haired woman, allowing Zest to escape the chokehold. She grabbed the woman and threw her against the trunk. Not giving her a chance to recover, she took hold of Octavia’s head and repeatedly slammed it against the tree. Now that her opponent was dazed, Lemon used her as a punching bag, sending a barrage of punches across the woman’s body; face, tits, ribs, stomach, and even her pussy were pounded by Zest’s fists.

Deciding it was time to finish this fight, Lemon wrapped her fingers around Octavia’s breasts, digging her nails into the soft flesh. As Octavia screamed in pain, Lemon raised a foot and planted it on Melody’s stomach; she fell backward, dropping onto her butt, pulling her rival by the tits. As she rolled onto her back, Lemon used her leg to flip the raven-haired woman over her.

Octavia’s body hit the ground with a heavy thud, expelling the air from her lungs. As she connected with the grass, Lemon scrambled to her hands and knees and quickly crawled to Octavia, climbed atop her, and sat heavily on her face. She grabbed the woman’s arms and trapped them under her calves; Octavia’s upper body was now immobilized. From her new perch, the lime-haired woman rained punches on the body beneath her. She felt and heard Octavia’s muffled cries of pain as she punished the cellist for trying to come between her and her love.

Lemon didn’t know how much time had passed, but the next thing she knew was that multiple hands were grasping her. A concerned voice reached her ears.

“Lemon, stop! Please, stop! It’s over!”

Lemon blinked, her anger vanishing instantly. She looked around and saw Vinyl grasping her arm, Sunset holding the other. Applejack had her arms around her waist and hoisted her to her feet. They moved her away from Octavia’s prone, motionless form; the woman’s eyes were closed, and her face relaxed, indicating that she was unconscious. Lyra and Bon Bon rushed to her side, checking her vitals.

“She’s just knocked out,” Bon Bon reported, Lyra sighing in relief.

As the couple tended to Octavia, Lemon’s friends surrounded her, congratulating her on winning.

“You showed that bitch!” Indigo exclaimed, shaking Lemon by the shoulders.

“She definitely won’t be messing with your girl again,” Sunny Flare commented.

“Congrats, Lemon,” Sour Sweet happily said before she frowned and tossed the girl her discarded clothes. “Now cover yourself, streaker.”

As Lemon carefully got dressed, Vinyl hovering over her in concern, Sunset, Applejack, and Rainbow checked on Octavia; the cellist had regained consciousness. After a quick update from Sunset, she lowered her head and quietly sobbed, knowing that she had lost the fight and any chance she had with Vinyl. The others looked at her with pity. Bon Bon and Lyra helped her with her clothes and volunteered to take her home and look after her.

As they got her to her feet and led her away, Sunset and her friends approached Lemon’s group. “Well, that’s that. Do you need any help getting her home?” she asked Vinyl. The DJ shook her head.

“No, I’ve got her.” Vinyl gave her a sad smile. “Thanks for being here. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

Sunset just shrugged. “Glad we could help. Take care of her.”

With that, Sunset, Rainbow, and Applejack went on their way. Indigo and her friends wished the two lovers well before departing.

“I’m sorry, Vinyl,” Lemon said, tenderly holding her girlfriend. “I know it was hard for you to see all that, but it was the only way to get her to leave us alone.”

“I know,” Vinyl replied, carefully hugging her love, wary of her injuries. “I’m just sorry that you got hurt because of me.”

“Don’t be. I would endure anything to see you happy. I love you, Vinyl.”

“I love you, too, Lemon.”

The two tenderly kissed before making their way out of the park, hand in hand.