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.