“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.