Er...Scratch That

Chapters

The Entire Story
You See That Chapter Title Up There?
I Lied About That
So, Are You Doing Anything?
Because I'm Quite Busy
As I'm Sure You Can Tell
That Train Has Sailed
Legs for Days
Don't Cry, Guy

The Entire Story

Er…Scratch That

DISCLAIMER: This is an omorashi fic. Omorashi is a fetish relating to arousal in desperation and wetting. In other words, a pee fetish. If reading something related to that nature would disturb you, turn back now. You have been warned.

The multi-colored flashing lights, bathing the audience in their glow and giving them a different hue. Everything in the room vibrating from the thumping bass line. Each member of the crowd singing along to the song being performed (some better than others, though with so many voices, it’s hard to tell). She was in her element, the one place she felt she fit like the correct puzzle piece.

Vinyl Scratch, more commonly known by the stage name DJ PON3, was a music mare. She never quite fit in as a young mare, when the schools she went to were strict and no-nonsense. She was often sent out of class for “disturbing the peace”, as her teachers always called it. She never understood it, the worst she did was pull out the heavy metal music and start headbanging. The other kids loved it!

Her home life wasn’t much better. Granted, her parents accepted her habits when she wasn’t breaking the rules, but they were always hoping what she was going through was just a phase. Of course, considering her natural neon blue hair, they should have known better. It’s just like what a young Vinyl used to say, “I march to the beat of a different drummer. But instead of a drummer, it’s a cool DJ with a nice, hot flank!” Her personality hadn’t changed much over the years.

So, once she was finally free, she pursued her dream of becoming somepony in the music business. It was all thanks to a barely-older-than-herself stallion, Neon Light, who saw the potential she possessed and the talent she could bring. The fact that she had sex with him probably helped, too.

Neon Light was a lot like Vinyl Scratch in a lot of ways. They both shared an affinity for the techno beats, both wore outrageously sized sunglasses, and both had odd manes. She had the weird color, his, while a normal black, was all spiky. He had previously talked about how cool it would be if he dyed it golden, but something always stopped him. Usually, it was Vinyl Scratch. Neon could be a wild card, and that’s what she loved about him.

Not in a romantic way, of course. Vinyl was never one for romance. Her preferred night involved taking home some stallion from a show and doing him, and that was the end of it. She was a mare with needs, and romance wasn’t one of them. Her relationship with Neon was a bit different, though. Being partners in music, the two of them often spent plenty of time with each other, making him the only stallion (not related to her) whose personality she knew. And if either required some action, it would be done. It was a glamorous partnership.

Neon Light was currently on stage, performing. The crowd was fully into his act, hopping, bobbing, and singing along. To any normal pony, the voices blended together into an incomprehensible mess. But Vinyl Scratch had enough experience to make a sound from the gibberish, and she could pretty clearly hear what was supposed to be singing.

Neon Light was enjoying the attention, as he usually did. He strutted across the stage, swirled his tail, and shook his head to the beat. He was having fun doing what he did best, and the ponies congregated before him agreed. But eventually, the song must end, and it did.

Neon took center stage. “Alright, you’ve been a tremendous crowd, and I’m disappointed to say that my half of the show is over. But, once we come back from a 15 minute break, you will all get to enjoy the pumping beats of my sexy partner, DJ PON3!”

The ponies cheered as the colorful lights faded, and normal ones came on. The crowd disbanded as the two DJs trotted into their backstage room.

The room could really only be described by one word: crap. But it had chairs, a light, and a decent lack of infestations. So it was enough. Neon flopped down in a decidedly uncomfortable chair while Vinyl reached into a cooler and grabbed a can.

Neon laughed. “Really, Vinyl? You’re having another one of those energy drinks? You drink enough of those, and you’re going to start glowing!”

Vinyl stopped drinking for a second, before tilting the can upwards as far as she could, chugging the drink down. Once it was gone, she removed the can from her lips and tossed into a trashcan. “Really? Do you think that’ll happen?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I was joking, Scratch. Even if it was possible to drink enough of those to create a glow, there’s no way it’s a smaller number than the lethal amount. Why do you even need to drink one at this point? You haven’t done anything in the show!”

“Hey, watching you perform is exhausting! And this place doesn’t have the best ventilation, either. All those jumping and whooping ponies really heat up the room.”

“I noticed. You were letting out a pretty good sweat.” Neon licked his lips.

Vinyl noticed, and walked to the door, playfully wiggling her butt. “Sorry, but not right now. It’s not a time limitation, I know you can finish in the intermission time we have left, but I still need to get set up. Don’t worry, though, I’m free after the show.” She walked out, back to the stage to make sure her equipment was properly set up.

Vinyl walked back onto the stage, where most of the crowd was still waiting. They cheered at her entrance, though it was much quieter than it would be if her act was actually starting. She trotted to her turntable, a few lights on the console glowing. Like any good musician, she set up the equipment before the show started, it just required a quick check to make sure it was all still functional.

A few sound checks, and everything seemed perfect. Vinyl stood before the ponies, back from the intermission, watching her. The normal lights dimmed to blackness, a loud cheer came from the crowd, and the true rave began.

Flashing lights, techno beats, ponies jumping and singing, this was where Vinyl Scratch belonged. Everything was going perfectly, exactly as she had always performed. Except for one annoying little detail: the growing pressure between her hind legs.

Vinyl knew exactly what it was. Inevitability. The guaranteed conclusion to the amount of liquids she had ingested earlier. It was those same liquids working their way out of her digestive system, where they awaited expulsion from her body. In layman’s terms, she had to pee. Badly.

This was something she had dealt with before. Music was her special talent, what she loved doing. It made sense that she would get so engrossed in it that she could ignore bodily functions. She had accidents more often than she would admit before. But those were all during practice or leisure. She had never encountered this problem in front of a crowd.

Vinyl was worried, not sure what she could do. She wasn’t stopping her performance for a bathroom break. Vinyl held no secrets when it came to those certain body parts, but this was something entirely different. There was no way she was telling ponies she didn’t know something so personal.

As much as she hated to admit it, she really only had one option: hold it. There was still an hour left in her show, and she wasn’t too confident in her abilities. But she could at least secretly cross her hind legs behind her turntable, and she was quite proud of her skill at faking things (don’t tell any of her sex partners that).

Much like Vinyl would do, Neon was out in the wings of the stage, watching his partner’s performance. From this vantage point, he could very clearly see Vinyl’s predicament, and he was conflicted. On one hoof, considering some of the things she had done to him in the past, leaving her out there seemed like some good retribution. On the other hoof, it didn’t mean it wasn’t a dick move. Then again, watching her struggle with her body, legs crossed, bouncing slightly, it got him feeling something between his hind legs as well. He wasn’t sure which option to take.

In the end, his nice side won out, and he trotted to the power supply for their equipment. Looking around to be sure he was unseen, he nonchalantely flipped the switch, stopping the music.

Vinyl, just as confused as the rest of the ponies, turned her head to the sides of the stage, where she saw Neon, making a calling motion with his hoof. She quickly trotted to him, where he whispered “You owe me.”

Vinyl silently thanked Neon, and ran off to the filly’s room. The venue had two sets of bathrooms, one for the crowd, and one backstage for performers. Vinyl chose the latter, and rushed in as quickly as she could. She was not prepared for what she found.

The filly’s room was dirty, appalling, disgusting. She could probably catch 100 different diseases just standing there. She was used to some filth, but this was too much. “Has this room ever been cleaned,” she questioned angrily. She would be one to demand a janitor head in, if more pressing matters weren’t making themselves more apparent. Her bladder was pressing harder against her, attempting to force its contents out. Vinyl responded by squeezing her legs tighter, bouncing on them, and immediately rushing to use the colt’s room instead.

It was no worse, but no better either. Vinyl cringed, both at the absolutely amazing mess, and the now-severe pains she was feeling. The idea of just giving up and using it was starting to seem appealing to her, but a quick look at the ceiling quickly changed that. Clinging to the tiles was a spider, one approximately the size of one of Vintl’s goggles (according to her, her perception wasn’t exact at that point). She wouldn’t admit it, but she always had a fear of large insects. Just the sight of the arachnid was enough to send her into a minor panic, but one bad enough to make her release some of her urine. Now in full panic, she rushed out to reassess her plan.

She didn’t dare examine the damage her leak caused, but against her white coat, it couldn’t be good. “You can handle this, you can handle this, don’t panic…” She frantically looked around for some other option. Her eye caught a door leading outside, and she seriously began to consider it. This late at night, what pony would be around to catch me? This sort of idea normally wouldn’t cross her mind, but desperation can do strange things to a pony. She was ready to take the door, until she noticed two words above it in glowing letters: emergency exit. Ignoring the obvious “emergency” pun, she knew that if she opened it, the alarms would go off, the crowd would exit the building, straight to where she would be relieving herself. Not the most ideal scenario.

Vinyl’s options were quite limited at this point. She could tell that she was approaching a complete loss of control by her next idea, using the cans she had being drinking from earlier. As hard as it was to disregard any plan at this point, she already knew from past experimentation that she could not aim that well. So that left one choice that wasn’t wetting herself, using the crowd bathrooms, any worry of ponies seeing her in this state long gone.

She passed by the stage, where Neon was attempting to entertain the crowd. Having heard his improv skills before, Vinyl felt sorry for the ponies. But that pity quickly turned to embarrassment when her entrance attracted the attention of every pony standing in the room, each seemingly enthralled by her desperation. All the focus on her, combined with her time simply running out, opened the floodgates. Her not-so-private parts became a faucet, releasing what would be a very long pee.

Vinyl was in such shock that she couldn’t control her emotions. One part of her was angry, both at herself for bringing this upon herself, and at the other ponies for still staring. Another part was just embarrassed that something like this was happening to a full-grown mare like herself, so much so that she felt her eyes tearing up. She used her magic to slowly remove her goggles so she could cry freely. Might as well let out any other type of liquid at this point.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, she felt her stream finally grow weak and stop. She opened her eyes, still crying, to see the ponies still watching her. It wasn’t everyday that they would see something like this. She looked to Neon, still on stage, hoping for some form of comfort. What she found was a stallion, staring at her in awe, mouth agape. Turning back to the crowd, she found all the stallions doing the same, any pegasi having their wings extended. She knew what this was, something she had induced in many a stallion before. Complete arousal.

Wiping away her tears, she smiled, knowing that she somehow succeeded at something. She sighed in relief, seeing as how she didn’t during her tinkle, and felt happy. Thank Celestia most of my fans are huge perverts.

Author's Note

Good to know you have faith in me, sis.

Also, in case you needed any more immersion, Vinyl was playing these two songs.

You See That Chapter Title Up There?

Vinyl and Neon walked through the front door of Neon’s house, Vinyl rubbing against Neon’s cheek. This was standard procedure for Vinyl, either bringing or going home with some random stallion. She didn’t even need to know anything about him, just the universal truth that he was horny and she was hot. And that’s always been enough.

To say Neon was a little jealous would be an understatement. He had his own desires for mares, but they were almost never members of the audience for him to take home. He’d only gotten three mares in the past, and out of those three, one discovered she was a lesbian that night, he failed to get it up for the second, and the third was Vinyl Scratch. So any chance he could get was something to treasure.

The two of them walked into Neon’s bedroom, where he eagerly jumped onto the bed, anxious to get started. He looked at Vinyl, who was just staring at him from the doorway. She starting grinning wide as his eagerness faded. “Oh, you really want some of this, don’t you?” Vinyl accentuated her taunt by turning her back to Neon and flicking her tail to the side, giving him a perfect view of her glorious ass. Her head popped out from the side of the clear focus with a smug, questioning look.

After a few seconds, Neon realized that Vinyl wouldn’t continue until he answered. Any other time, he would take advantage of the situation by hesitating to answer, drawing out the absolutely perfect view. But his currently sex-focused mind would only let him nod vigorously. His lower horn, admirably staying hidden up until this point, made itself known.

Vinyl noticed. She turned back to face Neon and used her magic to grasp his penis, very slowly moving her magic hold up and down. “Then you’re going to have to promise to tell me something, something that’s apparently so secret that you never mentioned it. And can I expect a truthful answer?”

Neon grunted. “Do you have to be such a tease?” While her magic clop was certainly feeling good, it was too slow to provide an acceptable outlet for his release.

Vinyl smiled, and crawled onto the bed next to him. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She switched her magic to remove her goggles and place them on the nightstand, and continued its previous task with her hoof, barely increasing speed. With physical contact, it was less clop and more simple stroking. “This isn’t the first time that your little friend here has come out to play tonight. He also presented himself during my accident earlier. So, tell me, is there a reason why?”

While she was talking, Vinyl had been moving herself on top of Neon, and was now fully towering above him, their body parts lined up. Neon tried to stammer out an answer, not easy in his state of mind, before Vinyl gently covered his mouth with her hoof. “Don’t worry, I don’t want an answer until we’re finished. You aren’t the only one who’s been wanting this.” She emphasized her words with a quick shake of her flank. “And I don’t want to hold back any longer either.”

Neon smiled wide in the happiest of ways. “Then let’s…,” and was quickly interrupted by Vinyl pressing her lips against his in a sloppy kiss. As they continued the make out session, Vinyl’s back legs lowered, allowing Neon’s genitals to easily slide into her’s.

Once the entrance had been made, Vinyl began thrusting her hips up and down in a fluid motion. After a few passes, she stopped and glared at the stationary Neon. He stuttered out, “Oh! S-sorry!” He copied her actions as she resumed, and they entered perfect harmony.

In the years they had been music partners, they had developed nearly identical minds. It became easy for one to predict what the other would say or do, and they had developed a sort-of language that only the other would understand, comprised mainly of in-jokes and references. Crowds had praised their performances, saying the musicians had achieved a sync rarely seen.

Their harmony wasn’t limited to music, either. It extended to their other activities, including time spent in the bedroom. This was something that both of them knew, which is why Vinyl was caught off-guard when she noticed Neon’s breath increasing and he made a strange sound that only he would do, a combination of a grunt, moan, and sigh. She knew what would follow.

Neon came, filling his partner with gooey release. Having lost all track of time, he looked at the clock on his bedside table, and saw the time through the distortion of Vinyl’s goggles. It had been one minute, a new speed record for him. Not that he would acknowledge this, he was too busy worrying what Vinyl would do. She had told stories before about being unsatisfied when she wasn’t allowed to finish, and Neon looked at her face, waiting for some form of disapproval or disappointment.

Instead, she looked at his sheepish, blushing face, and smiled. Her eyes closed as her head began lightly shaking and holding back a sound. She rolled off of him, dripping some of his excess cum, as she started laughing. Neon sighed as he watched her roll on his not-so-big bed, which inevitably lead to her falling off, a quick shout and a tug on the blanket accompanying her.

She climbed back up, still laughing, now trying to speak between giggles. “I don’t remember you being that fast, Neon! You certainly weren’t the longest or most passionate stallion I’ve been with, but you were at least capable of keeping up with my inexperienced body! What happened?”

Neon growled as Vinyl jumped back up onto the bed and laid next to him. “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. I got a little too excited.”

“I noticed. You didn’t act like a really horny colt getting laid for the first time before. How long has it been?”

“The last time was…” He paused, trying to remember the last time he had sex. “With you.”

Vinyl moved her head back in shock. “Really, it’s been that long? That was like, 7 months ago!” Neon nodded slowly and disapprovingly. “But, you should have been able to maintain yourself! I know for a fact that you clop, and frequently.” She started giggling again, remembering an incident that she found particularly amusing.

Neon turned to her and shook his head. “Please, don’t bring that up. Besides, you know that it doesn’t compare to actually having another pony.”

“That would also explain your sizeable release there.” She pointed to the mess that they had made on the sheets. “You should probably clean that up.”

He looked at the white stain easily standing out on his dark blanket, and the rest that had stayed around the base of his cock, which had since subsided and grown soft. “You should probably wait for me in the kitchen. I’ll clean myself off and throw the blankets in the wash, and I’ll come meet you. You’ve got quite a story ahead of you.”

Vinyl had been waiting in the kitchen for 5 minutes, and had grabbed a bottle of beer from Neon’s fridge, when he walked in. “Alright, wiped myself off, the washer’s running, it’s storytime.” He noticed what she was drinking and, knowing what he was about to reveal, used his magic to grab his own bottle and start drinking. “You got any questions to start it off?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one. When I completely embarassed myself, when I was vulnerable and crying, what did you do? Not help me, not comfort me, you didn’t even say anything. You just stood on stage, staring. What was up with that?”

“You do realize that every single guy in there was doing the exact same thing as me, right? I was enjoying the show like anypony else. Like we established earlier, I was in a perpetual state of horniness, you can’t blame me for not helping you. Besides, you can’t even claim you needed my support. You got over it just fine knowing you turned every stallion on.”

Vinyl put her hoof on the table and shook it. “It was misery at first, and you enjoyed it more than any other pony. I didn’t see any other stallion in there drooling. I have my suspicions that half the reason for your speed run upstairs was leftover horniness from me wetting myself, and I’d just like to know why that is.”

The two of them stared each other down, until Neon relented and looked away to avoid eye contact. “Alright, I’m sorry, Vinyl. I let my dick get in the way of thinking properly, and put sex before helping my friend. So, do I have to tell you the reason why? I’ve kept it from you for a reason, and I would really like it to stay that way.”

Neon had a pleading look on his face, hoping that Vinyl would let him be. He should have known better. “Of course. Well, to tell the truth, you happened to stumble upon my number one fetish. It’s the arousal in mares desperate to use the bathroom, and not making it.”

Vinyl looked surprised. “I can believe that, but why didn’t you tell me before? The topic of fetishes has come up in our conversations before, and I was completely open about it. And you said yours was short skirts and high socks. Did you lie to me?”

“Not entirely. That’s fetish number two. But it really doesn’t count, every guy has that one. I never told you before because…it’s really embarassing for me, too. I could try to explain why it’s so sexy, but it’s not the sort of thing that you could understand unless you shared it. I couldn’t tell you why seeing you, or any mare for that matter, doing that little potty dance gets me hard, it just does.”

“And every other time I’ve barely made it?”

Neon, still avoiding eye contact, laughed once. “Why do you think I would go in afterwards for 10 minutes once you were done? I had my own needs to take care of.” He sipped his beer again, emptying the bottle.

Vinyl just looked at him, and sighed. “It’s just…I thought that we were so close before. How do I know that you’re not keeping anything else from me? Is there anything else I should know?”

Neon yawned. “It’s late. We’ve both had a long night, and we’ve both had things come out that we didn’t want to. You’re free to sleep on the couch for the night if you don’t feel like going home. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you the last thing about me you’ll want to know.”

He started to walk out, but Vinyl magically grabbed his tail long enough to walk in front of him. “I’m not sleeping on your couch. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is for anything other than your rump? So, I’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight, whether you like it or not.”

“It’s a small bed, you realize?”

“I think we can both squeeze in. Besides, wouldn’t it be best for you to stay close to me physically, calm my doubts down?”

Neon shook his head. “I know you’re not that sensitive, Vinyl. But I’ll take your offer without a fight.”

They walked back to his bedroom, where Vinyl leaned in close and whispered, “If you think you can handle a longer song, we can do an encore performance.”

Neon grinned as he held the door open for his lady, turned the rest of the lights off, and locked the door.

Author's Note

Here's a cool expansion! I'm like Blizzard!

So, now it's a romance story. I'd be horribly afraid if I were you.

I Lied About That

Neon’s eyes opened, and his first view was all blurry. He brought his hoof up to his face to rub his eyes, clearing his vision. He could now see that he was laying on his bedroom floor, the bed towering over his side, and its blankets half-covering him. He had never been one to roll out of bed, and he certainly didn’t pass out drunk last night. So something must have pushed him out of bed. And for the life of him, he couldn’t think of what it could have been. All he was getting was a ghost going for his nethers. But that only happened once. So it would have to have been another pony, and no other…

“Oh. Right.”

Considering what he had revealed, Neon had hoped it was a dream. But his current position on the floor shot that hope straight down. And he had also promised to tell Vinyl his last secret, making him unable to stay on the floor in a heap of stallion and blankets for the rest of the day. So, he crawled up onto his hooves and used his magic to throw the blanket back on the bed. Trying to get his brain working, he began listing priorities, placing food at the top of the list. A quick sniff pushed it down to second as he walked out into the hallway.

He trotted through the door into the white, ceramic bathroom. He looked at the toilet, and he realized in his still-groggy state that he hadn’t peed since last night. Before his confession to Vinyl, before drinking beer, and before all the sex that lasted until the early hours of the morning, and now his bladder was letting him know. He contemplated using the toilet, but decided it wasn't worth the extra effort, and the shower could serve the same purpose. Neon wasn't a stallion that prided himself on high standards.

He opened the shower door, and simultaneously shut the door behind him with magic, turned the hot water on with his hoof, and began peeing without any urging on his part. Still waking up fully, he hadn't realized how badly he needed to go, and that he would have ended up accidentally relieving himself on the floor if he had been any slower.

The sound of water flowing from the shower head and hitting the floor blended with the nearly identical sound of urine doing the same, though one was noticeably louder. Neon sighed in relief, both from the soothing water flowing onto him and the water flowing out. As badly as he needed to go, his stream came to an end after what felt like over a minute as the last of the yellow liquid was pulled down the drain. Finished answering nature's call, Neon stood up and leaned his back against the wall, shaking his penis and holding it in the shower's path to clean it off.

Around two minutes under running water was usually enough for Neon to consider himself clean. But the contact of his hoof to his cock was getting him hard, and the shower seemed like a good place to clop. Still upright against the wall, he started stroking himself as he mentally went through his list of fantasies. Considering everything in the past 12 hours, it only seemed fair to put Vinyl in his mind's spotlight. Besides, considering he'd be awkwardly explaining it soon...he didn't want to spend any more of the day on his first experience. Telling the story would probably ruin it forever for him, anyway.

He closed his eyes as he pictured the events of last night. Vinyl losing control of her body, the warm liquid flowing down her legs, especially noticeable against her white coat, and just her overall vulnerability at that moment. Neon was fully aware that being turned on by this situation was probably a dick move, but this sort of thing came with the fetish territory.

It wasn't a glamorous clop, but it was over quickly, and served as a distraction for Neon. He came with a quick spurt, which hit the floor and started going down the drain. Waking up and clopping in the shower? This is the highlight of my day. It's all going to be downhill from here. He cleaned off again and turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and magically grabbing a towel. He quickly dried himself off and looked in the mirror. His normally spiky mane was now flat, and it looked ridiculous. “Now I get to add being laughed at to the pain of today.”

He threw the towel back on the rack, where it slid off and landed on the floor in a pile. Neon didn't care as he left the bathroom and started walking to the kitchen, where he noticed there was already somepony in the kitchen. Surprise, it was Vinyl, sitting at the table with a plate of pancakes in front of her, a similar plate sitting on the opposite side. She noticed Neon walk into the room, and broke out into a smile. “Good morning! I made you some breakfast!”

Neon looked at the food, back to Vinyl, and repeated several times. “You made this? It looks...edible. Not high-class cooking, but good enough. Didn't think you had it in you. Remember the last time you tried to cook for me?”

Vinyl held her hoof up and shook her head. “Please, don't remind me.”

“You wanted to do something nice, but decided making anything would be either too difficult or I wasn't worth it. So you made a bowl of cereal. That you burned. It tasted like a fried boot.”

“I swear, I have no idea how that happened. It was some freak accident or something. I'm normally just fine at cooking, how else do you think I sustain myself?”

“I imagined you did so very poorly.” Neon sat down in his chair and grabbed the bottle of syrup, pouring it over his pancakes. He put the bottle back in the middle of the table and noticed Vinyl looking at him. “I know, my mane looks terrible, just get your laughter out now.”

“It looks...nice, actually. I like how long it is. Is there a reason you don't wear it like that all the time?”

Neon was surprised by her reaction. He thought it looked terrible. “Well, a long, flowing mane isn't exactly what you'd expect from a techno performer. More like one of those prissy stallions advertising shampoo. Besides, my entire face would be completely covered after one headbang. Yes, it's been a long time since I've had it cut.”

Vinyl giggled before looking at her food again, and started eating quickly. With food in her mouth, she started talking. “I also forgot to mention, I should congratulate you on your second performance last night. You did much better.” Apparently afraid the food would disappear if she didn't eat it fast enough, she resumed.

“You know, there's this wonderful invention called 'utensils'. You should use them.” He looked to the side of his plate and hers. “You didn't even get them out.” He used his magic to pull out two sets of forks and knives.

Swallowing her current mouthful, she shook her hoof. “Nah, this is way easier. I'm an adult, I think I can decide how I eat.”

Neon shook his head and sighed. Sometimes, there's just no reasoning with her. He used silverware to eat at a normal speed, which resulted in him having barely started when Vinyl finished. Now bored, she started staring at him eating, tapping her hoof against the table. After a minute, she just pulled some food from his plate and put it on hers. “You're not eating it.”

“I was going to, once I got to it. Not all of us are as gifted eaters as you.”

By the time he had finished the sentence, she had already finished what she stole and was eying his plate again. “Don't even think about it. You made a good meal, so let me enjoy it.” Vinyl slunk back into her chair, putting out a pouting face and crossing her front hooves. “You can't convince me, Vinyl. You're not cute enough.”

Neon picked up the pace on his eating and finished, putting his and Vinyl's plates in the sink. Vinyl rolled her eyes. “Finally, you finished. You promised to tell me one last thing, and I want to hear it now!”

Neon sighed. “I was really hoping I could get out of this somehow. But I know you, and there's no way you're letting something like this go unrevealed. So, here's the story of how I got my fetish in the first place. It all started back in Canterlot Grade School, when I was 11.”

Neon hated music class. All the other kids were happy to be released from doing math so they could play instruments, but not him. The music teacher, Mrs. Mellinger, was a really old mare who Neon swore lost track of musical evolution 70 years ago. All they would play was classical music that made him want to fall asleep, if he wasn't constantly shocked awake by some of the stranger mistakes some of his classmates made.

Then there were the other kids, the ones gifted in their instruments. The minty green filly with her lyre, the green colt and his ocarina, and the dully-colored gray and black filly, with her cello or double bass or whatever it actually was. They were the best in the class, and Neon was expected to be one of them, given his cutie mark.

But you can't put a circle peg in a square peg, as he'd been told before. Classical music was not his forte, greatly preferring hard rock. He was lucky enough to score playing percussion in the class, but the teacher didn't like it when he went all-out on a drum solo. So he just stuck to the sheets he had and counted down the minutes until the bell, signaling lunch.

On this particular day, things ended up going in a different direction. One of the other teachers, one that Neon didn't know, came into the room to tell something to Mrs. Mellinger. Once she heard what the teacher had to say, she announced “Class, I have something else that I must take care of. I'll be back, so do not leave the room.” And with that, she walked out.

The kids immediately started talking to one another. Neon instead grabbed his saddlebags and pulled out a comic book, sitting down at one of the tables to read. He wasn't a very sociable colt. It wasn't that he was shy, he just didn't like the other kids. Also, his few friends were in other classes.

Which was why he was surprised when the cello filly sat next to him. Not having much reason to learn, he concentrated to remember what her name was, before settling on Octavia. Yeah, that sounds right. He didn't even know why he needed to know her name, he wasn't planning on talking to her, and she didn't seem like she would, either.

Octavia was essentially the other ignored classmate. She seemed like a perfectly nice pony when she did speak, but that was a rare occasion. She could just blend into her surroundings, not helped by her naturally boring colors. The only one that ended up noticing her was Neon.

Neon was at an awkward age. He understood the concept of sex appeal, and he did find his interest in the fillies, but they hadn't quite grabbed him yet. One of his friends took a certain type of magazine from his older brother once to show to their group, and he certainly saw its function, but it wasn't something he obsessed over. Octavia was shaping up to be an exception.

She had a certain eloquent beauty. Her mane was neatly done, and she always conducted herself like a proper lady. And there was something about it that gripped Neon. He loved her elegance, her musical skill, her shy nature, even the way she was currently fidgeting around in her seat as in discomfort...wait, that last one doesn't sound right.

He looked away from his book to confirm it, and yes, she was shaking in the chair. It’s not cold in here. What’s her problem? He then saw her eyes widen, she squeaked, shoved her front hooves between her legs, and crossed her legs. Oh. She was in a bad situation, something very embarrassing for her, and…arousing for him? That also doesn’t sound right. But a feeling between his legs showed it was correct, and he had to cover the same bodily area as Octavia to hide it.

The classroom remained a veritable pit of chaos as some of the other kids got bored and started doing whatever they felt like, which mostly consisted of writing and drawing on the board. If they kept at it, there would be revolutions, established governments, and war with instrument weapons.

Meanwhile, Neon was still doing his best to secretly observe Octavia’s predicament. His own embarrassment had since died down, but focusing too hard on the matter at hoof would bring it back to attention. He wasn’t sure what about it was making him so interested, but it had its effect. She just looked so cute, fidgeting and struggling against her body.

Octavia was getting more and more desperate, and it was pretty clear she wasn’t going to last long. Luckily for her, all the other kids were too busy being evil jerks, as kids are. Even if it was turning him on, Neon was still a nice guy, and he felt sorry for her. He leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to run off to the bathroom? I can cover for you if the teacher comes back.”

Octavia looked at Neon, and squeaked in pain and embarrassment. She said very quietly, “I-I’ll wait. I can hold it.” Her eyes watered, and she turned her back to him. Neon considered pressing further, but decided against it. If she wants to embarrass herself, that’s her choice.

And that's exactly what happened. She kept trying to hold on, but it didn't seem to be working. She gasped and attempted to cross her legs tighter, all while shaking her head, trying to tell her body “no”. Neon heard a quiet hissing sound, along with water hitting a solid surface. Quickly checking the area underneath her chair, he unmistakably saw her liquid pouring off the side.

Still not removing her hooves from her little waterfall, she started leaking from another area as she broke down into tears. Neon was not at all used to dealing with a situation like this, so he just grabbed his comic book and slowly walked away. He hoped for her sake that she could get out of the room unnoticed by the other kids.

But that would be asking too much. The colts and fillies of the room, who had previously been ignoring the two of them, were suddenly drawn to Octavia. And once they saw what happened to her, the laughing and teasing began. They were merciless, pure evil, exactly what kids tend to be. It was bad enough that once Octavia finished her accident, she ran out of the room, crying as hard as a filly could. Neon didn't say anything, stayed quiet as the rest of the room made fun of her. He felt really sorry.

The lunch bell rang a minute later, and the room emptied. Instead of immediately going to eat, Neon made a stop in the colt's room first, and entered one of the stalls. Once safely inside the walls of privacy, he relaxed, and let his colthood grow out. He had been fighting to keep it hidden for almost all of Octavia's predicament, and now he could let it out. He did the only thing his body could think to do at that point, the only thing that was coming natural: he grabbed and started clopping.

Clopping was still a fairly new sensation for Neon. He had done it before, but this was the first time he was really feeling it, the first time it was something he believed in. It was a blissful experience, and he was finished faster than he could believe. He peed a little to clean out his penis, wiped it, and left the bathroom.

He didn't understand at the time why seeing Octavia need to pee so badly turned him on so much, but ever since that day, he knew that it was the greatest thing that could have happened to him. He never grew out of that moment, and it stayed in his list of fantasies for all those years.

Neon finished telling the story, and looked at Vinyl's face for her reaction. Is she going to accept it? Will she reject me? Is she going to call me a creep for clopping to an 11-year old filly all these years?

Vinyl didn't react at all. She just shrugged. “That's all it is? You were worried about what I would think, didn't you? Did you think I haven't dealt with stallions with way weirder fetishes than that? It's really nothing to me.”

Neon sighed in relief, before Vinyl continued. “I must say, though. What happened to your choice in girls? You said in the story that you liked elegance, shyness, conventional beauty. So why am I the one sitting across from you right now?”

“I really don't know what it is with you. You're crude, incredibly open about everything in your life, and you've got that heavy rock look. And I think I'm crazy about you.”

Vinyl was shocked. Was this...romance? Was he actually implying that he's in love? What happened here? She got up out of her seat and walked up next to him, getting close to his face. “What do you mean?”

Neon saw Vinyl's lips just inches away from his, begging to be loved. He shrugged. “Fuck if I know.” He kissed her, not with lust in mind, but passion. Choosing Vinyl to be the mare he shared his deepest secret with meant something. He really cared about her, in a way that wasn't clear before. And both sets of Vinyl's lips weren't objecting.

Author's Note

Yeah. Because what's a Vinyl story, without ~~a Dino castle!~~ Octavia? It's really just because there is absolutely no Octavia omorashi, and I can fix that. She's attractive enough for it.

This chapter would have been out earlier, but I was distracted by various games. Blame Phoenix Wright and James Bond, not me.

Also, if you can't tell from my descriptions, I hate kids. Guess why.

So, Are You Doing Anything?

The last few weeks had provided an amazing change in Neon's life. He and Vinyl had decided to give the whole romance thing a try, which resulted in a whole new type of relationship between them. One of the original conditions was that they would take it normally, the way any other new couple would. The only change this required was a sudden lack of sex with each other or anypony else. They still weren't sure why they had made that part of the arrangement.

Still, considering that Neon was already used to never getting laid, he was really enjoying dating Vinyl. She didn't have any prior experience in romance, and his was limited, but sometimes the mistakes they made were fun. Any sane pony would look at them and assume they were idiots, but they were at least half-trying. And tonight was the first night they would do something serious.

Neon had put on the fanciest outfit he owned, a black suit with matching tie. He only owned it for a performance where he was making a joke about prissy Canterlot nobles. Despite the cost and overall lack of laughter from the audience, he still felt it was worth it. He thought the joke was funny, and his snooty impression was enough to make Vinyl laugh.

He dug out the old suit because Vinyl was going to treat him to a dinner at Ponyville's fancy restaurant, the kind that were impossible to get reservations for. He didn't know how she planned to do this, she had a habit of not thinking things through, but it wasn't going to stop him from being prepared. So he got fancied up and showed up at her door, like a true gentlepony.

He trotted through town with a spring in his step, attracting attention from anypony else that saw him. Neon saw some of them whispering about him, word of his new relationship spreading. Some were surprised to see them actually dating, and others just threw their hooves in the air and said “finally!”

The sun was setting, covering the land in a orange glow, as Neon arrived at Vinyl's house. He knocked on the door, and waited for an answer. What he didn't expect was what he would see on the other side.

The door creaked open, and a mare that Neon didn't recognize was standing inside. She had a bright blue mane that was well-kept, styled, and curled, her dark magenta dress contrasted against her bright white coat, and she had red eyes that seemed piercing in darkness, a trait that Neon only knew of one pony possessing.

“Is that you, Vinyl?”

Vinyl giggled. “Is it really impossible to recognize me just because I decided to look nice?”

“Well...yes, actually. You have never given the slightest interest in your appearance, so you just suddenly look really off.”

“What can I say? I didn't have a stallion to impress before.” Vinyl outstretched her front leg towards Neon, indicating that she wanted him to walk her to the restaurant.

Neon smiled and grabbed her hoof. “Let us go out this evening for pleasure. The night is still young.”

As the night was setting in, Neon and Vinyl arrived at the restaurant. Vinyl pulled her hoof away from Neon and stepped in front of him. “Let me go first. You're going to need my charm if we're going to get in.”

Neon chuckled. “Yeah, I figured you didn't have any actual plan for this. Some day, you're going to learn that the future extends for longer than the next 5 minutes. Wasn't it your lack of foresight in drink intake that got us in this situation to begin with?”

“So why would you want me to change that? Besides, I did get us some arrangements for once. They're just going to need my pretty face to finish the deal. Now let's get inside, I'd like to eat in some reasonable amount of time.”

The two of them walked through the door. Neon knew what a fancy restaurant was supposed to look like, but it was the first time he could remember coming to one. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the red-colored walls were lined with golden sidings, each table had a pristine white tablecloth, and classical music played softly.

Vinyl led the way to a podium a few feet from the door. Standing behind it was a very fancy stallion, wearing a nicer version of Neon's suit. He looked like the type that would never show emotions beyond unamused, until he saw Vinyl and his face broke out in a bright blush. “M-miss Scratch. Your table is this way.”

Vinyl thanked him as they were led to their table. The two lovers sat down as their guide left. Neon looked at Vinyl, confused. “Tell me. How did you do this?”

Vinyl put her hoof over her heart and made the most overacting sad face. “You don't think I could do something so nice out of my love for you? I'm hurt.”

Neon smirked. “You slept with him before, didn't you?”

Vinyl sighed and put her head on the table, smiling. “Yes. I was always told I needed to get to know ponies in order to be successful. This was my interpretation.”

Neon looked down at his crotch, then back to Vinyl with a concerned look. “Should I get myself tested? I don't need to be getting any diseases from you.”

“No worries, it's always been protected. I don't need to be getting pregnant from a one-night stand.”

Neon nodded, then stopped when he realized that he never had any protection with Vinyl. She knows I'm safe, she wouldn't need it. Does she think I'm also sterile?

Before Neon could ask for an explanation, Vinyl pointed behind him. “Look at how nice this place is. They've even got live music.”

Neon turned in his chair to look. On the other end of a room was a area of the floor raised about a foot, a miniature stage. And on the stage was an ensemble, two stallions playing the piano and harp, a mare on a giant horn, and...”Oh no.”

Vinyl looked puzzled. “What?”

Neon turned back and sunk down in his chair. “You see that gray and black mare with the cello?” Vinyl slowly nodded. “That's Octavia.”

Vinyl started looking over Octavia while Neon desperately tried to mentally tell her to avoid eye contact. She leaned over the table and pulled his head closer to whisper. “She's very good looking, I see why you fell for her. You should talk to her once she's done playing.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea. 'Hello, I'm Neon Light, we went to school together. You probably don't remember me, but I remember you because you shaped my life that day you peed yourself in music class.' Does that sound remotely close to smart?”

“So don't mention that part. You don't even have to say anything about the past. Just say you liked her music.”

“Why? It sounds like you're trying to set the two of us up. Isn't there some rule about flirting with a second mare, especially while you're on a date with the first one?”

Vinyl pulled her head back and shuffled her hooves awkwardly. “That...that was kind of the point of this. I've decided that this whole romance thing isn't something that I want to keep going with. It's not your fault, I would have decided this no matter the stallion. This dinner was my way of letting you down gently.”

Neon was shocked. He was under the assumption that their relationship had been going great for the past month. He had fun, and he really was falling for her. Suddenly single, he looked back at Octavia. Yeah, she is really hot, isn't she? “Well, if you're leaving me, then Octavia could be worth another shot. And if she doesn't go for me, I'll just go back to being single.”

“Now wait a minute. You didn't think I was going to let you go without breakup sex, did you? Also, you're paying for the dinner.”

“It sounds like you're trying to use me paying as me earning the sex, when we both know it's more for your benefit than mine. And wasn't this dinner your treat?”

“I got you in here, you couldn't have done that on your own. And you should treasure tonight more than I will, because if your previous relationships are any indication, it's going to be a long time before you get to feel it again.”

Neon chuckled. “Why? Couldn't I just grab you whenever I want? Or am I being put on probation?”

“The second one, effective tomorrow and lasting until I deem fit. So try to get that mare up on that stage to play your cello.”

Neon turned and watched Octavia rub the bow across the strings of her instrument, and Vinyl had placed the thought of her doing the same to his delicate instrument. He winced. “I'll try not to let it get so literal.”

Over an hour later, when Vinyl and Neon had finished their meals, the darkness had fully set in and the restaurant was nearing closing. Octavia's ensemble played their last song and had begun to pack up their equipment. Vinyl nudged Neon to go up and talk. He rolled his eyes and stood up.

Octavia had finished putting her cello in its case and in the storage room of the building, awaiting her return to play again. Trotting back into the mostly empty main room, she saw Neon, who coughed and started blushing. “H-hello, I'm Neon Light. I really liked your music, I'm a bit of a music aficionado myself.”

“Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, it's a lot of practicing to get it right. Wait...” Neon's heart stopped as he feared that she was about to recognize him. “You're the stallion whose date kept staring at me tonight, aren't you?”

Neon looked back at his table and Vinyl, who smiled widely and waved. “Yeah, that's Vinyl for you. She's been trying to set me up with you all night because who knows what goes on inside her head. She brought me here to break up with me and immediately suggested I try my luck with you. So...yeah, that...do you want to?” He rubbed the back of his neck, nervous.

Octavia laughed. “It's been a while since I've been with a stallion that had a personality. You sounds like a lot of fun. Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Neon shook his head. “Then how about you give me your address, and I'll come by around noon to grab you and we can go on a picnic? And don't try to be all 'classic gentlepony' by picking me up, I insist.”

Neon agreed, and told Octavia where he lived. She walked away and winked, while he went back to his table, where Vinyl was ready to leave. “Now, aren't you glad that I convinced you to at least try?”

Neon waved his hoof. “Yeah yeah, whatever. It's safe to assume I'm never going to hear the end of this, isn't it? Actually, don't answer that. Let's just get out of here.”

The two of them walked out as Vinyl got close to Neon. “So...your place or mine?”

“Mine, as long as you're gone or otherwise out of sight early. I don't need my brand new date picking me up when I'm in bed with you.”

Vinyl scoffed at how serious he sounded. “Then let's get moving. If I need to be gone early, we need to get started as soon as possible.” She started walking faster, forcing Neon to pick up the pace to keep up.

By the time they had arrived at Neon's house, Vinyl was practically running. She could barely wait until they got inside before she used her magic to completely remove her dress. She threw it on the floor and jumped on his couch, seemingly begging Neon to take her right then and there. And who was he to refuse?

Author's Note

What, are you reading this clopfic for clop? This fetish fic for fetish? Is that what you wanted? Because I know you're not reading it for my romance. My horrible, horrible romance. Alright, next chapter. Should be a fun picnic. I should hope it won't take another month to write it. Sorry, life. Life interrupted.

Because I'm Quite Busy

“Do you think I should lose the coat?”

Neon was considering what, if anything, he should wear to his date with Octavia. Vinyl was sitting on his couch offering female advice. She didn't know what helpful notes she could give to impress a mare completely opposite of her, but she didn't want to see Neon sad and disappointed when his date failed because he wore something that made him look completely idiotic, like he currently did.

“I think you should burn it, because if you lose it, you might find it again.”

Neon sighed, and used his magic to throw the coat back in the closet. “You're no help, Vinyl.”

“I'm plenty of help, it's not my fault if you don't think so. I'm just here to make sure you don't look like a fool. Don't you want to impress this girl?”

Neon slammed the closet door shut. “Fuck it, I'm not wearing anything. She should see me for who I really am.”

Vinyl pointed. “And that right there is the reason you're going to fail. You're a lot more appealing when you're just a sex machine for me.”

“Good to know you'll always be there for me, honey. Besides, I'm pretty sure Octavia's different enough from you to appreciate me as a whole. Not every mare is a sex-crazed maniac like you.”

“Prick.”

Neon and Vinyl glared at each other, their expressions getting more and more sour until it just got silly. Vinyl's lips curved into a smile, and they both broke out laughing. There was a knock at the door, and Vinyl gestured to it. “Go get her, tiger.”

As Neon walked to the door, he turned his head to Vinyl. “Tiger? I thought you called me a wolf last night.”

“Whatever, you're some ferocious carnivorous predator. And that's why you're going to succeed. So get going!” She leapt off the couch to hide from Octavia in the kitchen.

Neon called after her. “You sure you don't want to come with us? I could at least try to bring you along. Maybe you could make a new friend.”

“I can't. Got a doctor's appointment today. Been feeling really weird and sick for the past few days, and I'd like to be sure I don't have some disease.”

“Oh, you've got a disease all right, it's just not a physical one.” Neon opened the door, and saw Octavia in the much clearer daylight. He couldn't decide if she looked better now because of the extra lighting, or that she wasn't trying to look professional. She was just ready to have fun.

“Hello, Neon! Are you ready for our picnic?”

“Ready as I'll ever be. I probably could have tried harder in getting ready, but it seemed like too much work. Besides, it's not like I own anything that seemed appropriate for the occasion.”

“No, that's actually perfect! I always get the guys who try too hard to impress. It gets really annoying. I haven't dated in a while because of it.”

Neon smiled as he walked out the door with her, onto the streets of Ponyville. “So, what you're saying is that you're out of my league?”

Octavia started blushing heavily. “N-no no, I didn't say that! It's just that since I play in a well-respected orchestra, the guys that notice me all tend to be...higher up on the social ladder than you.”

“So...out of my league. It's fine, it's the same thing I hear from pretty much every girl I date. Being a DJ doesn't provide me with many female opportunities.”

“You're a DJ? What kind of music do you play? Have you written anything of your own?” Octavia was clearly very excited to talk about music.

Neon looked confused for a moment, until he remembered their conversation the night before. “You know, you questioning me about what I do for a living since I never told you before, it really drives in how spontaneously you accepted my date proposal. Care to explain that?”

“It's like I said, I haven't had a date in a long time, and I was waiting for a stallion who wasn't a complete jerk or tool. You made a good first impression. And your cutie mark reveals we at least have a similar interest.”

“You decided to date me because you looked at my ass and liked what you saw? Then this relationship could work after all.”

Octavia laughed as the two of them approached Whitetail Woods, popular forest area in Ponyville for races, young lovers, and fans of not being eaten by monsters from the other local forest. The trees were nice in the spring heat, and the flowers were blooming on the sides of the trails. The tree canopies sheltered the two of them from the sun.

Octavia continued. “But you didn't answer my question. Have you written anything I would know?”

“Well, considering that the music I write and perform is all techno and rock, I'm going to guess the answer is no.”

“Just because I play in an orchestra that performs classical music doesn't mean that's the only genre I listen to. I may not be as well-versed in techno, but that doesn't mean I know nothing. So answer the question.”

“Pushy. Alright then, yes I've composed a few pieces, but I'm not exactly high up on the ladder. Me and Vinyl have been trying to get ourselves noticed by someone really big and become really popular. Ponyville isn't exactly cutting it anymore.”

Octavia sighed. “Trust me, being high up isn't so great either. Sure, you get the extra benefits, but it's a whole lot more stressful and dangerous. It used to just be me and my friends playing the instruments we liked in music class. Now, we're doing big things, like playing at the Grand Galloping Gala. It's a lot to take in.”

Neon stopped and stared wide-eyed at Octavia. “The Grand Galloping Gala? The most high-society event in Equestria, the one that requires a personal invitation from Princess Celestia herself to get in? That Grand Galloping Gala?” When Octavia nodded, he continued, “And you somehow not only ended up in Ponyville, but you're taking me on a date? Did Discord return? I think Discord returned here.”

“No, it's just...no matter where you are, you're always going to get tired of your current position in life, and it might be time for me to mix things up. Variety is the spice of life, time for a change of pace and all that. It gets you thinking, what would it take to really make you happy? Is it even possible to ever feel true everlasting joy?”

“We're on a first date, Octavia. Try not to get all philosophical, or you might just scare me off. I try not to think that deep, and it keeps me content. Ignorance is bliss, they say.”

“Maybe you're right. I'll probably never know,” she finished as they found a clearing and began setting up their picnic.

It was a good day.

Neon and Octavia were walking back out of Whitetail Woods after what would be considered a successful first date. He acted proper, yet refreshingly non-classy. He was funny and she was interesting. Their future together was already looking bright.

If there was anything less than perfect, it was the location. The forest was a beautiful place to be, especially during the fall when the trees changed into a variety of breathtaking colors, but it was big. The paths spread throughout did little to prevent ponies from getting lost occasionally. And even the ones that knew their way around could spend 20 minutes getting out. And with Neon leading the way, they were sure to spend longer.

Still, he couldn't complain. It gave him more time to spend with his new marefriend, and that seemed like a good idea, being in that “new love” phase currently. The problem was, Octavia had been suspiciously silent for the past 10 minutes. She seemed focused on something, but he couldn't understand what it could be.

Without any sort of conversation, Neon turned his attention to the forest around him, admiring the trees, flowers, and small animals that skittered across the ground, hiding at the sound of hoofsteps. He became so entranced in his surroundings that he failed to notice Octavia had slowed down and was now trailing behind.

Neon wasn't completely oblivious, so he did notice his sudden loneliness and turned around to find his date far behind. She didn't notice that he was finally aware of her absence, having her eyes closed, and she was lightly bouncing on her pressed-together hind legs. Neon's eyes widened as he realized what she was currently dealing with, and one thought screamed through his head. Shit. Oh shit shit shit shit.

He had his fetish for long enough to know the telltale signs of when a mare needed relief. And Octavia was displaying every single one of them. Crossed legs, bouncing, tightly closed eyes, close to crying, everything was present and accounted for.

In the realm of dreams and fantasies, this was absolutely perfect. A very pretty mare that Neon had been attracted to ever since he knew that he liked girls, sitting just a few feet away, completely indulging his fetish. If it was happening entirely inside his mind, Neon would be in heaven.

Sadly, the universe isn't kind like that. Neon had no idea what he was supposed to do in a situation like this. There was no way Octavia was going to make it out of the woods in her current condition, leaving how Neon handled the inevitable accident all that mattered. And he had no way out.

If he was present when her dam broke, no amount of self-control could stop him from staring. And there was a clear problem with him running away to avoid the scene of the flood. Any situation Neon could see in his incredibly horny mind ended in relationship failure. Well, it was a good run, I guess. And if I'm going out, I'm going to do it like a gentlestallion.

Hesitantly, Neon walked up to the struggling Octavia. "Hey, are you doing alright?"

Octavia, without looking up or opening her eyes, replied. "I...I can't wait! I need to go so bad!" Her voice was wavering, and her legs starting shaking hard. "N-no! Not now!" The insides of her hind legs started glistening as liquid began streaming down. Still without looking, she pleaded with Neon. "D-don't look, please. Turn around!"

In a moment that surprised himself, Neon complied and looked the other way. As he tried to focus on anything else, all he could think of was Octavia's embarrassment directly behind him, especially as it became more audible. Neon was very tempted to make his day and stare, but he also knew that it was a terrible idea. He began debating with himself on what route he should take; nice and helpful to himself or her.

Looking at her in a moment of crisis like this would be really wrong and inconsiderate. But then again, when am I ever going to get this opportunity again? Don't be greedy Neon, you already got to see Vinyl wet herself, and she'd probably be willing to do it again if you asked. But this is Octavia here, the mare who introduced you to this fetish and has been your source and fuel for it all these years. I still shouldn't, it just isn't nice to her. And she deserves better. I have to be proper and considerate!

Neon had been so busy arguing inside his head that he failed to notice that he had turned and started staring long ago, and Octavia's urine had since stopped and she had noticed his...enthusiasm. She attempted to not pay any attention to his large and clearly visible erection, standing back up and moving slowly forwards again.

Once Neon finally realized what he had done, Octavia had already made her point by walking far away from him. He slapped himself, probably a little too hard, and chased after her. When he caught up, she was working to avoid eye contact. She didn't seem like she was angry with him, just too in shock to fully process what had happened.

She coughed to grab his attention, and quickly said, "None of this ever happened, we go our separate ways and forget this date. Agreed?"

Neon slowly nodded, not really sure if he should do anything to keep her around. "Okay. I'll at least walk you out, just so you don't get lost. After that, it'll be like we never met."

Still not looking, she replied, "If you insist, but at least wait for your...parts to calm down."

He looked between his legs to see that he was still very hard, and it didn't seem like it would be going down with the scent of the incident still coming very strongly from his former date. He sat down on the dirt as he planned to wait it out. We're going to be here a while.

Vinyl Scratch was bored. She had never liked going to the doctor's, not because she had a fear of needles or anything, but the waits could be too long for her tastes. She was tapping her hoof on the floor while humming, attempting to pass the time.

Her musical performance was thankfully interrupted by the doctor walking into the room. "Miss Scratch, the examinations I performed seem to lead to one answer for your problems, but I'll just need to ask a few questions to confirm. Are you sexually active?"

Vinyl, eyes half-closed in boredom, simply stared at the doctor. He had been looking after patients to understand what she meant. "A resounding 'yes'. Question 2, do you use any form of protection?"

She shrugged. "Most of the time. I can't hold myself to high enough standards to bother with it all the time, but I at least restricted myself to one unprotected stallion that I trust. So it isn't any disease, I can tell you that."

"No, of course not. And this particular stallion, did you have sex with him approximately a month ago?"

Vinyl thought back to the last time she screwed Neon, and realized that it had been a month. "Yeeessss...?" She was starting to fear where these questions were going, but she didn't want it to be that.

The doctor put down his clipboard and looked at Vinyl. "Well then, the diagnosis is clear. Miss Scratch, you're pregnant."

Author's Note

This took way too long. I apologize, this summer has been really busy. Took a pre-calc course online, went to BronyCon (17 year old man singing It'll Be Okay in front of people. Only at BronyCon), and I recently moved into college for the first time, and have been dealing with orientation. But now, I should have more free time in college. Somehow.

As I'm Sure You Can Tell

Neon returned home after what could only be considered a failure of a date, prepared to make the best of the situation by clopping to the earlier events. He felt weird about it, but it was the only way to salvage the rest of the day. After all, this sort of thing had done wonders in the past.

He walked through the door, ready to head upstairs into the bathroom, when he saw Vinyl lying on his couch. By itself, this wasn't anything special, he knew what he was getting into when he gave her a key, but there was something about her that was different. She was sitting still, not acknowledging his presence. She wasn't asleep, just out of it.

Neon used his magic to pick her up and put her upright on one side of the couch, sitting next to her. I don't think I've ever seen her like this, she's always happy. This must be really serious. Clopping can wait. He further pondered what he had just thought. Damn, I'm getting noble, aren't I?

He turned Vinyl to face him, and looked into her eyes. "Alright, you're going to tell me what's wrong right now. I'm not leaving until you do."

Vinyl responded, but not in a way conducive to Neon's plan. "So, how was your date? Did it go well? Will you be seeing her again?" Despite the rapid-fire questions, she hadn't snapped back to her usual self, instead avoiding the subject.

"That's not an answer I was looking for. But due to some...unfortunate events, I don't think we're ever going to talk to each other again."

Vinyl nodded. "It happens. You two looked so nice together, but..." Vinyl grabbed Neon. "I want you back."

Neon moved back in shock. "Why do you want me back? We seemed pretty happy going our separate ways in romance, what's changed since then?"

Vinyl took her hooves off him and looked away. "My visit to the doctor's. They ran some tests and...I'm pregnant."

To put it simply, Neon was shocked. Sure, he knew that she was taking the risk when she didn't use protection with him, but he never actually expected this to happen. He was young, living life fast, and didn't want to be ready for a sudden responsibility like this.

Vinyl continued, apparently not noticing Neon's visible discomfort. "I know that I've always been free when it comes to sex, but I'm willing to give that all up now. You're the one I've always trusted, and I want to stay loyal to you now."

Neon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vinyl Scratch, the one mare in Ponyville that has had enough sex to rival even the most prolific of Las Pegasus' porn stars, was offering to become monogamous for him. He stammered, "b-b-but, why me? There's gotta be somepony else you'd trust more with your child! Did you forget who you're talking to?"

In a matter of seconds, Vinyl went from verge of tears to complete Hooflyn Rage. "It's your child too! Did you not make the connection on why I didn't use protection with you? Maybe I was being careless, but I trusted you! Trusted you to not give me a disease for one thing, but also to not be a deadbeat father! I may not have been planning parenthood this early, but if it's going to happen, it's going to be with you!"

Slightly scared (and partially aroused), Neon tried to inch back in his seat on the couch. Of course, the couch can only go so far, and he fell backwards over the arm, tumbling head first onto the hardwood floor. He looked up to see his tail swishing behind his hind legs, only for Vinyl to brush it aside to make sure he was okay. "The position's a little off, but it's at least a familiar sight, your head between my legs." He laughed nervously, not sure if her mood would swing again. She was in a perfect position to strike his sensitive parts should she still be mad.

Thankfully, she was back to her happy self now. Neon wasn't sure if he should thank/blame the pregnancy or the consistent mystery of mares. "And you can have it any time you want if you stay with me. You know I'm always up for it."

"Is that supposed to be a bribe? Because...it's worth it. You're that good. Besides, it's not like I've got a chance with other mares."

"You know that you're not going to keep it a secret for long. You're going to have to tell me everything that happened with Octavia. It's gotta be a good story."

Neon sighed. "It's not exactly one of my prouder moments, and it's something I would rather keep to myself. But I know that's not going to stop you, so here's the basic story. The date's going real well, she likes how I'm so casual, I like that she's so classy, it's going great. On the way back, she suddenly gets really desperate for...I'm sure you can guess, and it doesn't turn out well for either of us. She has an accident, I can't look away, and we both agreed to completely forget this entire date happened."

"It seems a little silly to give up on what could have been an excellent relationship just because she peed in front of you."

"Not everypony is as public about their private activities as you. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, it's just an observation."

"Here's another observation: you're still upside down. Are you going to get back up on the couch, or is the floor good enough?"

Neon realized that he was, in fact, still in the same position from falling off the couch. He rolled onto his back, flipped himself, and stood back up. "I much prefer being on my hooves." He swayed as he felt the blood rushing back to the proper places.

"So, did you agree to my offer?"

"Sure, why not? The time we spent together was really nice for me, you sound like you care a lot about this, and the promise of consistent sex is too good for me to pass up. Seriously, this seems important to you, and you know I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."

Vinyl rolled onto her side to face Neon, her famous sultry look dominating her face. Her tail flicked and her hind legs spread as she beckoned him. "And you know what the reward is for agreeing with me. Over here, now."

And Neon felt the blood once again congregate in a specific area of his body. "O-on the couch? It's a little c-crowded, don't you think? My bed is completely free."

Vinyl rolled her eyes and used her magic to pull Neon inches from her face. "I don't think you fully understand how mares work. Now, you're going to rut me on the couch right now, understand?"

A little startled, but still turned on, Neon could only nod in approval as he jumped on top of her, one of his hooves slipping off the couch with the little space he had, making him crash on top of her. The impact knocked the wind out of both of them as Neon tried to push himself back up. His efforts pulled the couch cushions loose and they both fell back onto the floor.

Neon, still towering atop Vinyl, looked at her concerned. Is she hurt? That floor isn't the softest. He waited for a response as she stared blankly at him and asked, "Bedroom?"

Happy she was fine and willing to take his idea, he crawled off of her as she got up and walked towards the stairs, still letting off an irresistible aura of "fuck me". Neon, like a true gentlepony, let his mare go first, but only so he could enjoy the view on the trip up. And Vinyl knew this, completely lifting her tail out of the way to unabashedly expose her ass in all its glory. Neon pervertly grinned. Sometimes the worst days can just turn around.

Author's Note

BEHIND THE SCENES FEATURE: This chapter is short by my standards. I usually try to hit close to 2,000 words, and this chapter would have been longer with a sex scene at the end. I didn't go through with it because a) I had been spending too long writing this as is, and b) I don't trust myself to write actual sex, and I probably never will. That's why this is a "fetish fic", not your standard "clopfic".

Why did this take so long? I said in the notes at the end of the last chapter that I would have more free time in college? I have never been so wrong. I also just didn't have much drive to write this, so I'm going to take a break from the story to write a few others.

Also, there's been Titans. Lots of Titans.

That Train Has Sailed

If you asked him, Neon would probably tell you he was in a good relationship position. It certainly wasn't perfect, he was going to become a father in his mid-20's, and he was going to have to deal with the pains of pregnancy alongside Vinyl. He was also going to reach the point where most sexual activity was going to have to stop, unless they got back to doing hornjobs. Their experimentation with it before ended in tragedy and a horrible mess. Neon could at least take comfort knowing Vinyl would be worse off in forced chastity.

"Hm? Something on your mind?" Vinyl was lying on the couch, her head resting on Neon's lap, who was sitting up on the end.

"Well, I've realized that I'm going to have to tell my parents about this. I'm not entirely sure how they're going to react to me knocking up a girl I wasn't even in a dedicated relationship with, much less married to."

"My parents have known for a long time the way I conduct myself, so it really shouldn't surprise them. Still, I can't wait to see their faces when I tell them I not only know who the father is, but I'm willing to settle down with him. That look of everything they knew crashing down around them. I'll take a picture for you."

"That reminds me, how much should I be scared of your parents? Will I need to watch out for your dad before he buries me for 'deflowering his little girl'?"

Vinyl turned to look at Neon, before realizing he was serious. She started laughing, to a bemused boyfriend. She paused to wipe tears out of her eyes. "I think my parents gave up on getting angry at me after 3 colts, they realized it was a hopeless cause. The fact that I'm in a dedicated relationship is going to make them happy. I can already tell you, my mom's going to be excited about a wedding."

Neon nervously cringed at the thought. "We...we're not getting married, right? I-I mean, it's too early to make that sort of decision. Not to mention, it'd be pretty expensive, and we'd already be tight on bits with a foal coming."

"No, no, I'm not big on the idea of marriage. I don't need some kind of ceremony where we dress up and say mushy crap about our eternal bonds to believe I love somepony. But it's good to know where you stand on the issue."

Neon felt like he had stepped on a sinkhole. "N-no, I didn't mean that I wouldn't want to marry you, I was just saying that it's not a good idea at the moment!"

Vinyl put her hoof over his mouth. "Shh. No talking. Just enjoy the moment." They relaxed and began to see the sublime nature of their close embrace...for a few seconds, when there was a knock on the door. Vinyl looked up. "I SAID ENJOY THE MOMENT!"

Neon sighed. "I'll get it." He started to stand up, before he realized he did have a mare in his lap. He worked to find a way to slide out carefully, before giving up and just lifting Vinyl's head up with his magic, dropping it back down ungracefully once he was out. He trotted to the door and opened it, not expecting anypony in particular. But he sure as fuck wasn't prepared for the sophisticated gray mare he had agreed to never see again. First thing she did was slap him.

"Okay, I'll admit I deserved that, but what are you doing here? A mare as important as yourself must have better things to do than come to my house just to slap me for being a pervert."

"Why didn't you tell me who you were? Maybe if I had known that little fact, I could have asked for some kind of explanation for your behavior!"

"We were in a few classes together in elementary school, we barely talked to each other, what reason would I have to assume you would remember me? What made you assume I had remembered you? Though considering you connected the dots in the limited interaction, I'm guessing you know. So to answer your question, that's why I hid my identity. Because the only reason I remember you is embarrassing to both of us."

"But the information was important! That 'moment' is clear in my memories, as I'm sure is the case with you. If I had known the connection, I would have been able to deduce where your 'interests' lie, and would have no reason to be upset with you. It would be an endearing trait."

Neon lightly scoffed. "I doubt 'endearing' is the proper word. The only reason Vinyl accepts it is because she's a complete sex maniac." He turned his head to face inside. "Isn't that right, honey?" Once Vinyl put up her hoof in a victory pose, he looked back at Octavia. "Look, I'm happy that you came by to make sure there was no bad blood between us, that you accept me, but this doesn't change the status of our relationship. I'm back with Vinyl, and it's committed this time. It really would be better if we just pretended our date didn't happen."

Octavia peered past Neon to look inside, specifically at Vinyl, still laying on the couch. "It's only been a day. You pick me up an hour after she dumps you, and then you're back together a day after our first date? What happens in your life in these short time frames?"

"Well, as soon as I came home yesterday, she's already here to share the news that she's pregnant. She wants to stay with the father, so we're a couple again. That's the whole story. My life has taken a strange turn recently."

Octavia was certainly not expecting an answer like that. "W-well, all right then. Congratulations. J-just wanted you to know that I've got no hard feelings for your actions, and I was hoping we could get back together with that in mind. But it doesn't look like that's happening. Nice to see you again, Neon." She pulled the door shut.

Neon thought he detected sadness in how she ended the conversation, but he shrugged it off. I was never good at reading emotions. He sat back down, and Vinyl lifted herself up to lay back down on him. "I didn't hear the entire conversation, what did she come over for, especially after the 'let's never see each other again' thing that happened? Ooh, your lap is comfortable."

"She just wanted to let me know she had figured out who I was, why I had stared, and hoped we could try again. Now she's fine with just letting me know she doesn't hate me for what I did."

"Do you think she'd be the kind to share a stallion?"

"She's probably a little too proper to be into threesomes. Especially when you don't do it either."

"No no, you're mistaken. I don't like threesomes where I'm the only mare. I don't like having to focus on sucking when I'm in my own ecstasy, and you know I don't want stallions in my butt."

Neon rolled his eyes. "I'm fairly certain that's the only limit you have. And it's something as mundane as anal sex. But back to the original topic, you'd be fine with Octavia joining in on the fun?"

"It'd be a learning experience, that's for sure. If you're still on speaking terms, you should totally ask her."

"That's going to go well. 'Hey, I know I had to turn you down, but is the possibility of a threesome still on the board?' Yeah, I wouldn't sound like a pervert doing that."

"All I know is, last time I told you to talk to her against your better judgment, you got a nice date out of it, and a view to satisfy your fetish for months. What's the worst that could happen this time?"

Neon stared at Vinyl in disbelief, as if she could actually be missing something so obvious. "You might have missed the part where I said she still likes me. Asking for a threesome when we met each other again for the first time since elementary school, two days later, might be a little soon."

"You kidding? It's simple logic, really. I wouldn't want a threesome if I was asked, but you've said Octavia is nothing like me. Therefore, she would be all over it, right? Take that!"

Neon moved his head back in reaction to Vinyl's sudden shout. "Do you know what the word 'logic' means? It implies that what you're saying makes sense. You lack that part."

"I'm just trying to get your hopes up. You don't appreciate my help enough."

"I'd appreciate it more if it was helpful. Getting my hopes up in a situation as unlikely as this is just setting me up to be disappointed by failure. You know how it is, 'don't count your chickens before they egg'."

Now it was Vinyl's turn to look at her significant other like he was the crazy one. "I don't think anyone has ever said that. If all your advice comes like that, you're setting yourself up for disappointment. But please, tell me more."

"Well, there's 'you gotta turn on the grill to make pancakes', and 'genius in ignorance, could technically be called out-gnorance'. Is really good."

Vinyl closed her eyes and sighed. "Celestia damnit, Neon."

"So, wait, let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly. You still want him, even after you both ended it on the best terms possible?"

Octavia was sitting with the other members of her ensemble, hoping for some kind of counseling or advice. The one who questioned her current desire was their sousaphone player, Beauty Brass. She had been around the bend on the dating scene before, and could tell Octavia was heading for a crash. Agreeing with Beauty was Frederick Horseshoepin, the stallion who could play piano like a pro, something noticeably difficult without magic.

Octavia sheepishly sank into her chair. "I don't know what's coming over me. I understand it's wrong for me to keep trying to go after the stallion who's clearly already got a mare, but I can't stop thinking about him. Even if he's got his faults, he's still an amazing guy."

Beauty nodded. "Okay, so I'll assume your opinion on his isn't biased in any way. It's a little hard to tell when you refuse to tell us the details of your date. Anyway, he is an amazing stallion. That would be why he's taken. Better luck next time, move on."

"I already told you, the details of our date are being left confidential, for his sake. And I also told you, I've had a crush on Neon since grade school, I'm not giving up this easily. I don't need to steal him forever, I just need him to see how much I care!"

Beauty nodded. "Mhm. Mhm. I think I see your problem here. You just haven't gotten laid in a while, and that need is making you completely crazy. Frederick, you want to help your friend out?"

Frederick held out a hoof and stepped back. "Woah now, leave me out of this! If Octavia's got a problem, she can deal with it on her own. I think she's old enough to handle herself."

Octavia threw her hooves in the air. "Thank you, Frederick! I can handle my own needs and desires. You don't have to act like my parents."

Beauty grumbled. "Well, we're going to have to if you keep acting like a filly. But whatever, we'll let you loose this one time. I hope in time you realize what an idiot you've been."

Octavia stood up and smugly replied, "I wouldn't count on it." She then walked out to work on her plan.

Once she was gone, Frederick turned to Beauty. "We...we're not going to turn into her parents, are we?"

"I really hope not. I'm only two years older than her."

Author's Note

No, I'm not taking the story off of official hiatus yet. I just wrote this because I needed a break from Discord's Guide to Clopfics. You probably won't see another chapter of this until that story is done. I also need more time to figure out where the hell this story is going, because I'm flying by the seat of my pants here.

I'm also changing the chapter naming method. Before, I was kind of making conversation with the titles. Now, every chapter is going to be named after something Ross has said.

Legs for Days

“And then I was flying over Manehattan, my beautiful wings spread out for all the ponies to see and admire!”

Neon was telling Vinyl about a dream he had the previous night, where he became an alicorn. Vinyl was slightly concerned for her boyfriend. “So, you have dreams where you're a princess? Is this another part of your subconscious I should be worried about?”

“Hey, just because I dreamed of being an alicorn doesn't mean a princess comes with the territory. There can be male alicorns, like...like...well, there's no reason alicorns can only be female. You know me, I'm no princess, I'm a king!” He accentuated his title with a poor mimicry of an electric guitar chord, followed with a single, strong head bang. His mane flew from the motion, now that he was keeping it long and flowing for Vinyl.

Vinyl nodded. “I think it's time you stopped drinking that Flim Flam tonic, it's clearly having some kind of side effect.”

“Nah, that tonic's nothing special. However, it's fucking delicious when it's mixed with alcohol. That's what I've been drinking. Maybe it is doing something, but it's not going to stop. Either that, or I'm still under adverse effects from getting my magic stolen twice. I don't even know how I let that happen, or how it happens at all from a technical point.” He stopped once he realized what he was saying. “Man, between our love life and what's been happening in Ponyville, the last month has been really fucking weird.”

“Anyway, you're giving yourself too much credit on that 'king' title. I don't think you have what it takes to be a king. You're too soft, a bit of a pushover, and lack a powerful presence. At best, you're a prince with no actual power but a heart of gold.”

Neon looked downtrodden. “Well, good to know you think highly of me, you piccadilly whore.”

“I've heard you use that insult before, and I still have no idea what it means. Do you have an explanation, or do you just throw it around?”

Neon shrugged. “What? I just think it's a funny thing to say. I'm not even sure what 'piccadilly' means. Besides, it's not like you get offended by anything I say.”

“Yeah, you're right. You're a master of subtlety and sensitivity there, Nylon Tights.”

Neon's eyes grew wide as he blushed and stammered. “H-hey, you agreed to never call me that again! I was curious!” Vinyl was gently prodding Neon as a tease when the soft sound of the mail slot caught Neon's ear. Normally, that's the sort of thing that would be ignored, but he was desperate to get out of the conversation. “I'll go see what came in!”

Vinyl knew to pick her battles, so she didn't stop Neon from avoiding the topic. He hurriedly escaped towards the door, and found a letter sitting on the floor. Not addressed to him, no return address, so it must have been personally dropped off. He opened the door and stuck his head outside, but saw nopony that he would suspect. So he went back in and used his magic to tear the envelope open and read.

Vinyl leant in to sneak a peek, but only saw two details; an address, and the name “Octavia Melody”. Those alone were enough to fire off a few red flags. “Well, what's written? What's it say, what's it say?”

Neon pushed Vinyl away. “Relax, Vinyl. I'm scanning it now, and it just looks like she wants to meet up again. It's at least good she doesn't hate me, was worried a bit about that.”

Vinyl was wary. “Well, that's why she was here yesterday, wasn't it? Is she saying what she wants to do with you? I know you had a good time, but I don't think you have many shared platonic interests. Call me paranoid, but something about this doesn't seem right.”

“Why do you say that? Do you think she's a suspicious type?”

“Normally, no. But my mare's intuition is telling me that it isn't normal for her to try and exercise friendship over you so quickly after one hell of an embarrassment of a date. Besides, why would she even want to be friends? Unless you were withholding some history from me, you two didn't have chemistry back then, and she can't be around Ponyville for much longer. Was your date just that good?”

Neon thought about what Vinyl was saying, and he couldn't deny she had a point. “So what? I'm awesome, why wouldn't she want to hang out with me? Maybe she wants to hear the kind of music I do, she seemed to have some interest in that.”

Vinyl really didn't know what to make of the situation. “I'm not your mom, so I can't stop you from meeting Octavia if that's what you want to do. But just remember, you're mine. I chose to be with you, so you better make good on your promise to me.”

Neon leaned in and coyly replied, “What? Are you jealous of her? Do you think she's plotting to take me away from you?”

Vinyl snapped. “Yes! What's wrong with being protective?! I don't want some two-bit slut forcing me away so she can have you all to herself! And you don't want to even imagine the sort of things I'd do to you if I found out you were willingly going along with a plan like that!”

Neon carefully backed away, somehow convinced Vinyl wasn't exaggerating on her threats. He needed to do something to comfort her before she murdered him. “Okay, listen, if you really don't want me to go, I won't. You know I would never purposefully do something as awful as that, because I honestly do care about you.”

Vinyl seemed to back off after her outburst. “I'm really sorry about that. I'm willing to trust you, and Octavia really doesn't seem as bad as I said she was a few seconds ago. You can visit Octavia if you want to, it's really fine with me.” Just as Neon visibly relaxed, Vinyl put a little more pressure on him. “But you're going to have a curfew! I want you back here by six so you can make me dinner.” She satisfyingly closed her eyes and nodded.

Neon nodded too, until he had a realization. “Have you gone back to your own house since you found out you're pregnant? Or the days before that? Were you planning to just unofficially move in now? It's a really good thing you don't have any animals to take care of.”

“Do you not want me around? Because I kind of like your house, it's got enough room for both of us, food in the fridge, and it's always clean.”

“Yep, the magical cleaning breezie comes to visit and keeps things orderly so you can be comfortable as I relax alongside you.”

“Oh, that's good. I thought you were just nice, but breezies are a much better explanation.”

Neon knocked on the door of the address given on the letter he received, and waited for a response. The seconds he was standing outside gave him time to question what he was doing here, why he was agreeing to this meeting, but the door opening put a stop to that. Octavia casually stood on the other side. “Oh, there you are, Neon! I was wondering if you were going to show up.”

Neon poked his head through the door once she moved away to show him in. “Nice place you got here. Which reminds me, what the hell are you still doing in Ponyville? Weren't you just here to play one or two nights, and then go back to Canterlot?” He walked in while still observing the interior.

“No, we're here for a while. There's plenty of other things to do in Ponyville, especially considering there's a castle here now. We'll be doing a performance there soon too, the other members of the ensemble are talking with Princess Twilight now.”

“Oh yeah, there is a castle here now. Noticed that, I think it looks tacky as shit. But what's with this house? It's a pretty nice place, you're only here for a short time?”

“Yes, that's how it's arranged if we're going to another city for longer than a couple days, our manager rents us an available house. Don't ask me, I don't understand how it works, I just leave it to the ones in charge.”

Neon's eyes widened. “Damn, you guys can afford to do that? I can afford to pay mortgage, but it's not a nice house and I don't have many leftover bits. Really demonstrates the difference between an orchestra or a DJ. Either that, or our performances just suck. Pick one.”

“You're putting yourself down too much. I'm sure you do a great job on stage.”

Neon snorted. “Yeah, you're only saying that because you haven't seen me. So why did you invite me here to begin with? Sorry to say this, but something about it seems...suspicious.”

Octavia was taken aback. “Suspicious? What do you mean? We had a good time together, we share a common interest, I don't think there's a reason we couldn't be friends. I'm not going to be in Ponyville forever, so I wanted to do this as soon as possible.”

Neon was still skeptical, but he decided to play along. “So what are we going to do? And saying that, I realize how much this feels like I'm still a colt and I'm at a friend's house for a playdate or something. Except I didn't have many friends as a kid, some of them were dicks, none of them were interested in music beyond casual listening, and they weren't as attractive as you.”

Octavia smiled. “Aw, I think that was a really sweet thing to say, I'm not sure! You can go into what's currently my room, that's the only place I could put my music equipment, it's the furthest door down the hallway, I just need to freshen up and I'll be there soon.” She disappeared into a different room, presumably the bathroom, leaving Neon alone.

With just his thoughts now, Neon suspected something. “She's being too nice to me,” he muttered under his breath. “We've been on one date, only known each other for a few days, she invites me here, she's clearly planning something. I just feel like I should know what.” Despite his age, his ability to understand mares was absolutely appalling. Vinyl was the only one he got, and that was only because she was little more than a female version of him. Yet somehow, this was the situation he was in. Life was cruel like that, in a sense.

With nothing else of importance to do at the moment, Neon did as Octavia told him and wandered into her bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. The contents of the room didn't surprise him, with what he knew about Octavia. It was clean and organized, a simple bed taking up most of the space, with the wall of the room housing her musical things, as she said. Her instrument case was propped up, next to a smaller stereo system, and a box full of records. He picked one of them up with his magic. “Vinyls? This is the sort of stuff my parents would listen to. And I suddenly realize the oddity of calling these 'vinyls'.”

“Well then, Neon, do you have any ideas for what we should do? Because I've got a pretty good suggestion.”

Neon heard Octavia, but he was afraid to look. He recognized that tone of voice. That was sultry, seductive, she wanted him. Which would be a great thing, if he wasn't in a commitment already. Desperately hoping he was wrong, he turned to face her.

For once, he understood a mare perfectly.

Octavia was leaning against the doorframe, showing off her body. To draw attention to the more alluring parts of her body, she was wearing very specific lingerie. Neon was first drawn to the maroon panties she had, still providing a masterful tease to the marehood underneath, even if he had already seen it before. Plenty of thin straps ran across her body, tying together like a puzzle, one that would be necessary to solve if he wanted to get to the hidden treasure.

And her stockings. Sweet Celestia, her stockings. They matched the color of the rest of her clothing, with a net design, exposing enough to be alluring while still being infuriatingly covering for what she was doing. Neon fucking loved it. He couldn't think, his member was fully erect and visible, he could swear his nose was bleeding. All that mattered is, he wanted to fuck Octavia hard, and he wanted to do it now.

Octavia wanted nothing more. At the sight of Neon's agreement, she positively leapt onto the bed, and didn't even need to beckon her stallion over before he took the initiative himself. He wasn't waiting, he used his magic to undo the knots of her tease, forcing them open. In his primal state, he forced her completely exposed, throwing her modesty to the floor, and pressing her against the bed. She kissed him on the neck as he thrusted himself into her awaiting hole, making her release her mouth's grip to moan in ecstasy.

They continued at this as long as they could, over an hour, pure rutting with no love or kindness, just instinct. Octavia was just getting what she was looking for the whole time, while just fulfilling a basic desire for Neon. It wasn't glamorous, but it was still providing them something they were enjoying.

Once they had worn themselves out, they collapsed together, staying close to fit two ponies on a single bed. Just as Neon was letting sleep take him, Octavia gently laid her hoof over his body, and whispered, “I love you.”

Author's Note

Nope. Still not coming off hiatus. Just wrote this anyway. Maybe someday, this story will get focus. Maybe.

Don't Cry, Guy

Neon's eyes cracked open slowly, and all he could see was the ceiling. Something about it might have seemed off if he was a little more awake, but he was hazy and tired. He couldn't quite remember everything that happened before he got into bed, just a blur of different shades of gray. Right now, he was feeling drained and empty, a feeling he knew plenty well.

“Hey there sexy, how are you feeling,” a light feminine voice asked. He smiled, realizing a blank spot on his memories and his exhaustion meant that something good happened. He got laid hard, a hot mare next to him, things were going his...

...wait. That wasn't Vinyl's voice.

Scattered memories popped up inside his head, but he didn't want to believe them. Neon was a good stallion, he was faithful to his mare, he wouldn't do something this wrong...would he? He didn't want to look, but he needed to know. He reluctantly turned his head, desperately hoping he had dreamed the patches he remembered, and that his beloved DJ unicorn was the one in bed next to him.

Neon hadn't done enough to earn the universe's respect to get a wish like that.

Very close in bed to him was the renowned cellist and Neon's childhood attraction, Octavia. And she was looking at him sexily. Oh no. Oh fuck no. I couldn't have done this. As much as he badly wanted to deny it, it was the truth. He had sex with Octavia. While he was with Vinyl. After he had promised her that he cared about her and wanted to keep her happy. And he had gone and done this. His pupils shrank as he attempted to hide beneath the blankets.

Octavia placed one of her hooves over Neon's stomach, circling around to tease what was lower. “What's the matter, didn't you like the little fun we had?”

Neon, still ashamed by how he could do something so wrong, pushed Octavia off of him. She was a little more grounded, so he pushed himself out of the bed and onto the floor. “W-what did you do to me? Did you get me drunk, or drug me, something to get me to sleep with you?”

She slid to his side of the bed so she could look at him on the floor easier, never losing that sultry look. “I didn't have to do anything, all I did was show myself off, and you leapt onto me at first sight. If you're regretting it, it's on you.”

Neon scrambled to his hooves and pushed one into Octavia's face, millimeters from touching her. “But you knew! You knew I had committed myself to Vinyl, and you still went and did this!”

Only surprised momentarily, she pushed his hoof away and smiled. “You knew it too, and you still had sex with me. Maybe Vinyl isn't important enough to be a restriction, for either of us.”

Neon backed up at her words. She's wrong...right? I...I care about Vinyl! I have to! I...do I? “N-no, I promised Vinyl. I-I said I would commit to her. There's no way I would betray her like that!” He tried to sound confident, but his voice cracked and his eyes watered. Wanting to keep dignity, he slowly walked to the door and opened it, only turning back to give Octavia a harsh “goodbye”, the anger in his words clearly visible.

Once outside the bedroom, he made no effort to hide his feelings. He ran out of the house as fast as he could, passing by three confused ponies he might have recognized as Octavia's ensemble if he slowed down to look. His vision was also impaired by the tears that were now freely flowing, even if he was still trying to hide the sounds of his crying. He ran through Ponyville, drawing at least a little attention from the ponies he passed by, even if this was the kind of thing that they saw uncomfortably often.

As quickly as he could, he ran back to his house, until he reached his front door. That was the point when he remembered that if he went in, he'd have to face Vinyl. Would he be able to do that? Could he possibly confess to what he did? What consequences was he going to face for it, and would he be able to face them?

No...no, I can't do it. I can't face Vinyl, not now. He began breathing heavy, hoping he could calm down his emotions, at least long enough to avoid her. For how long, he didn't know, as long as he needed to. Wiping his eyes, he opened his front door. As he expected, but not at all what he wanted, Vinyl was lying on the couch reading a magazine.

Upon hearing the door open and close, Vinyl looked up and saw her boyfriend. She smiled at his return, but she wouldn't greet him in a normal manner. “Well, it's about time you came back! Did you get something for dinner?”

Neon looked at her, and he felt all the guilt flooding back, even worse than before. He could feel his throat tightening again, and he wanted to start crying all over again. But he couldn't, not in front of Vinyl. Against his best efforts, the tears broke out again, and he needed to start running all over again. He bolted up his stairs, didn't matter where he was going, anywhere away from her.

Vinyl only got a brief glimpse at Neon, but in his current state, that was more than enough to tell her that there was something seriously wrong with him. “He goes to see Octavia, and comes back crying. Normally, I'd say he got harshly rejected, but that would require that he was after her at all. So what the fuck did she do to him?” Her less-than-pleasant opinion of Octavia meant she first thought of some horrible things she would do to her rival music mare, but a quick glance at the staircase changed that. “But I really should check on Neon first.”

She slowly got up from her permanent spot on the couch and climbed the stairs. As she expected, Neon had holed himself in his room. Without even putting her ear to the door, she could hear the muffled sounds of his crying. She backed up one step, unsure of how to proceed with a delicate situation like this. Vinyl was not a mare with tact. She never needed it, Neon had never shown weakness, times were fun with them. She had absolutely no idea how to comfort another pony, so would it even be worth the effort?

Of course it would, she reasoned. Kids are going to have issues that we'd have to solve, better to practice on a pony that isn't as impressionable. She thought about her explanation, and threw it away. No, I'm doing this for Neon. He needs me.

Taking a few deep breaths to keep herself calm, she knocked on the door. “Neon, are you okay in there?”

Seconds after she finished, she heard him reply with a loud “go away,” his yell strained and forced.

Vinyl was taken aback by his shout, but she wasn't going to give up that easily. “Seriously Neon, you alright? You want to talk? I'm here for you, you know.” She may not have been the best at sympathy, but she was going to do the best for her stallion.

“I said go away! I...I don't want to talk to anypony right now!”

Vinyl wasn't quite sure how she should proceed from this point. “He pretty clearly said that he wants to be alone. Do I take that and do what he wants, or interpret it as a further cry for help? Do I love him enough to respect his wishes, or love him enough to do what he needs even if it's not what he wants?” She pondered what the best course of action in a situation like this, until the shiny doorknob caught her attention. Curious, she grabbed it with her magic and turned, and the knob turned as well. “I guess Neon forgot he had a lock on this door.”

She pushed the door open, slowly to remain hidden. The bedroom was dark, mostly due to its lack of windows, but Vinyl could still see Neon well. He was lying on his stomach above his blankets, his face buried deep in his pillow. The pillow was doing a good job hiding his wails, but they were still audible. Just the sight of it was making Vinyl depressed, to the point she was considering leaving him to his devices.

But she needed to remain strong, be there for Neon when he needed her most. She walked further into the room, leaving the door open behind her for the needed light, and sat down in the small space on the bed next to him. She began stroking his mane and back, the same way a mother would to her child. Or close enough, she was not at all experienced in soft talk. She was damn well going to try, though. “Sweetie, what happened? I know, I know sometimes things can be tough, but it really is better to talk about them. I want to know what's gotten you this bad, because I don't like seeing you in this state. Please...just tell me,” her voice trailed off.

Neon didn't lift his face up from the pillow, yet he still yelled back. “I told you I wanted to be alone! Just go away!”

Now that was a tone Vinyl had heard before. It sounded almost exactly like her brother did whenever he whined as a teenager. But she had assumed Neon was above all of that. They had known each other for years now, and she knew that he had a high tolerance for depression. When they had spent their days, with countless hours planning and practicing for something that would end up being for nothing, he could shrug it off with nothing worse than mild disappointment. Vinyl would admit that she had cried in those situations, and Neon had held her and told her it would be alright. Those were the moments where she realized she was falling for him.

But he wouldn't let her return the favor. Did he have too much pride, or did he not trust Vinyl to help? “Neon, don't you remember that time we worked our flanks off for a week to get noticed, and we were basically told we were shit? Do you remember what you said when I needed support?” Neon didn't respond, like he wanted to completely shut out everything around him. Vinyl wasn't going to let him do that. She began prodding the back of his head while asking “don't you remember” again.

Neon's crying had calmed down, but he was still not in the mood to talk. He couldn't ignore Vinyl's repeated pokings, though, so he swallowed his current pain and responded. “That you can't take rejection so harshly, tomorrow will be a better day, and that we should take it as an excuse to improve. Sorry, but I can't believe my own bullshit right now.” His words were muffled by the pillow, but Vinyl was close enough to him that she could still understand him well enough.

“Well, I'm not sure how much you're helping my self-esteem by admitting what you said to motivate me is complete crap, but I'll let that slide for now. Even if you were just saying what you felt like saying at the moment, it's good advice and you need to take it now. Whatever happened, get back on your hooves, take it like a stallion, and make it a learning experience. You can do that, right?”

Neon grumbled and groaned loudly, and turned his head onto its side, facing Vinyl. His cheeks were shining from the limited light, caused by the streaks of tears running down his face. His eyes were reddened, and he was breathing heavy to stop from crying again. He glared at Vinyl. “Sure. That'd be good advice, if it wasn't my fault. Truth is, I fucked up. I fucked up bad, and I don't know if I can recover from this one.”

Vinyl slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh come on, don't get so down about it. It's gonna feel bad now, but give it a few hours or days, you'll be just fine.” She got on top of him like she would when she wanted a hard screwing, but gave him a solid hug instead. “So come on, might as well tell me what happened already. Why keep it at secret?”

Neon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I wonder why. Could it possibly be because sharing it would ruin my life irreparably?” He seemed pretty annoyed at Vinyl, but his eyes widened in realization at what he had said, and the tears started again. “I...I really fucked up, didn't I? Vinyl, I'm really really sorry.”

She sat up halfway, propping herself up with her front hooves on Neon's chest. “What are you apologizing to me for?” She began making a few connections, between his attitude, apology, and where he came from. Her compassion began fading as she harshly asked “Neon, what did you do?”

Very close to full-on crying again, Neon confessed. “Octavia seduced me. I'm really sorry, but I...I had sex with her. She pulled me into her control, and I couldn't help myself. It just...happened.” Neon shut his eyes tight, not wanting to see the ramifications of what he had said.

They were exactly what he expected. Vinyl was pissed. Beyond pissed, even. Every ounce of kindness she had towards her boyfriend only a minute ago had all flown away, replaced with total fury. “You did WHAT?!” Her hooves still on his chest, she shoved him off of the bed onto the hard floor beneath, and stood on the opposite side. “How could you do something like this?! Did you forget the promise you made?! You said that you would stand by me, you would commit to me, and we would be a family, the two of us! And then you just turn around, stab me in the back, and fool around with that whore?!”

Neon was still breathing heavy, more from the assault he was receiving now. He stood up, desperate to defend himself and keep things calm. “I know what I did was wrong, Vinyl. I don't want to hurt you, because I really do love you. She just...just...”

“Just what?! Just showed you the fun of cheating on your girlfriend?! Just showed you that you don't actually care about me?!”

“That's not what happened, Vinyl! She lured me in with promises of being friends and talking about music, and then she shows up in lingerie and pulled me under! I would never cheat on you intentionally, and Octavia isn't anywhere near as important to me as you!”

“Oh yeah, you wouldn't ever cheat on me, because I'm oh so dear to you! That doesn't do anything to explain that YOU DID! You know what I think?! I think that once you met Octavia, you were only leading me along, when SHE was the only one you wanted! Am I wrong?!”

“Vinyl, please. That isn't what I think at all. I love you, I really do! Octavia's got nothing on you!”

“Is that so?! So tell me, why would you even consider fucking her if you didn't care?!”

Neon started to retort, before he realized. Do...Do I care? I mean, I know I at least liked her just as a pony, but...was I in love? She seduced me, but would I have fallen for it if I didn't love her deep down? Could I attribute it all to lust? How much do I really love Vinyl? Can I love both of them? Does it even matter at this point? He had so many questions, but he was nowhere close to any answer.

Vinyl saw his silence, and ended the argument there. “I'm leaving, Neon. Don't bother trying to talk to me, it's over. Everything is. Goodbye.” She slammed the bedroom door behind her.

Alone again, Neon crashed face down into the pillow once more, and the weeping recommenced. But it wasn't out of regret anymore, it was instead caused by a black hole of depression. Everything he knew, his entire life from the past few years, all ended in a few minutes by the mare he loved. He pulled the pillow tighter, wanting to suffocate himself in sorrow.

Outside, Vinyl had just stormed out the front door, and stood on the doormat. She wanted to leave, get away from this house, from the stallion she thought cared about her. She wanted to forget it all, leave it behind, but she couldn't. As independent as she wanted to be, Neon was her world. She owed everything to him, the laughs, the fun, the love, and even her job, all of it was because of him. How could he turn on me so quickly, after everything he did? Against her will and better judgment, she laid down on the cold ground, and cried.

Author's Note

In the time it took me to write this chapter, I did a 120 Star run of Mario Galaxy.