Octavia thread 2.0

>>30562599
previous thread
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>>30549686
continuing the story

>Your dreams that night are... hectic, to say the least
>Octavia weaves in and out of them, amidst girls from back on earth, and ponies you've met
>You wake up multiple times throughout the night, each time needing to remind yourself that this is reality
>Damn, son, you messed up

>You're anything but rested by the time morning comes
>Thankfully, you remember Octavia's offer, and don't need to head in to work
>Still, that leaves you with a pretty important question
>What are you going to do today?
>For fairly obvious reasons, you don't feel like visiting Vinyl's shop
>And you're really not in much of a mood for songwriting...
>Well, you figure a lazy mood requires the help of a lazy friend

>Soarin still sounds half asleep when he picks up the phone
>"Whozzat? Anon?"
"Yeah, it's me. Get up already, you lazy bum."
>"Hey, man, if you spent all day training with a mare like Spitfire, you'd be tired too."
"I know, I know, being the most famous stallion in Equestria is so hard. Why don't you come over, man? I've got the day off. And I can tell you need something to do."
>Soarin grunts in what you think is affirmation, and you hear the phone click on the other end
>You did a pretty good job sounding chipper on the phone, but honestly that's the last thing you feel like right now
>Every time your mind is given a chance to wander, it wanders back to...
>No, don't think about it
>There's nothing you can do at this point, so just relax
>Let things fall where they will, and enjoy your day off
>Honestly, you've earned it

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>>30562599
Octavia... I would fuck that mare... too many time to count.

>>30562615
>A tapping sounds at your door fifteen minutes later
>Pulling the door open, you reveal a very tired-looking pale blue stallion
>"Hey, Anon."
>Soarin flutters on in without invitation
"'Hey' yourself. What's up man."
>"Eh. The usual."
>Soarin floats over to your couch, and plops himself down, stretching out along its length
>Leaving no room for you, of course
"Coach still bustin' your balls?"
>"'Busting' doesn't even begin to describe it. I cannot imagine a worse leader for the team than Spitfire. Every fucking day she's ragging on us-- me in particular, of course-- but I never see her do any damn work. I mean..."
>Soarin's tirade continues, but it's pretty hard for you to concentrate
>You're trying to be a good friend, but... he's told you all this shit before
>Right now, you need to be the one doing the complaining
>'Cause you've got some legitimately crazy stuff going on right now
>"...and then she wouldn't even let me shower afterwards! Can you believe it?"
"Yeah, man, she's completely crazy."
>"Dude, I know..."
>Soarin pauses to scratch his mane, looking around your apartment as he does so
>"So how you been holdin' up? Music business still goin' okay?"
"Actually, about that..."
>You begin telling Soarin your story, starting from the gig at Quarter Note's, moving on to the first day's of you and Octavia's joint employment
>You pause in the middle to fix some hot coco for the both of you
>Canterlot weather is getting cold fast, damn
>And by the time your mugs are drained, you're finishing the explanation of last night, though you neglect to tell Soarin Octavia's personal secrets
>When you finish, the stallion stares at you and shock
>"Dude! You kissed Octavia? The Octavia?"
>You nod, a little abashed

>>30562620
cute pic

>>30562623
"I mean, yeah, but it didn't really end that well..."
>"'End that well?' Forget that, man. This is the kinda story you can tell your kids."
>You chuckle at that, in spite of yourself
"It definitely wasn't easy, that's for sure. Still..."
>A hint of seriousness enters your voice, and Soarin quickly picks up on it
>"Still what? You okay, bro?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm okay. It's just... I wish I hadn't messed things up."
>"You messed things up? Nah, man. It's her that's messed up."
"Her? What do you mean?"
>"Did they not have mares on your planet, dude? Come on, it's so obvious. She likes you, but she's hung up on this other stallion, and doesn't know how to choose."
"But the other stallion treats her like dirt! How could this be a hard decision?"
>Soarin shrugs
>"I dunno, dude. I've never been a mare."
>He licks some of the chocolate residues from his mug
>"Like I said, it's her that has the problem. You just have to be enough of a stallion to help her through it, you know what I mean?"
>You nod, somewhat surprised to hear the pegasus spouting so much wisdom
>"And, uh..."
>Soarin looks a little uncomfortable with what he's about to say
>"...don't get too upset if she doesn't pick you, okay?"
>You think you see a flicker of pain in his emerald eyes
>Eh, you might just be imagining things
"Of course, yeah. Right now, it's just a question of how do I go back to working with this mare like nothing's happened?"
>Soarin smiles at you, sadly
>"Eh, it ain't too hard. You'll find a way."
>You nod, again, a little touched by how understanding he's been

>>30562630
>From their, the conversation segues into the usual between you two
>He bitches about the Wonderbolts, you bitch about everyone you know
>The joys of complaining seem to transcend dimensional boundaries, thankfully
>However, partway through your conversation, a certain memory pops into your head
>An awareness of the box hidden under the couch Soarin is currently lounging on while you sit on the floor like a scrub
>While he's in the midst of some tirade about Fleetfoot, you reach across your carpet, and open the box, pulling a rock from inside
>Soarin finishes his rant with a 'y'know what I mean?'
"Mmm yeah. She sounds like an absolute pain in the butt. Hey, do you have any idea what this symbol means?"
>You hold up the rock so that the mysterious triangle symbol faces Soarin
>He glances over at it, and his face immediately pales
>"Uh..."
>He glances nervously around the room
>"This isn't some kinda weird joke, is it?"
"No. I'm serious. These rocks have been showing up at my house, and I want to know what this means. Is it some kinda stupid prank?"
>"Showing up at your house? How many?"
>His tone of voice sets your nerves on edge
"I dunno. A box of 'em came the other day."
>"A box."
>You nod
>"Oh shit. Anon..."
"What? Come on, man, tell me what this means!"
>"Um, uh..."
>Soarin's hooves are fidgeting nervously
>"Have you ever heard of a group called 'The Trinity?'"
>You shake your head
>"Well, uh... they're an underground group that doesn't take very kindly to non-ponies."
"Oh."
>Great, you pissed off Pony Nazis

>>30562630
thanks good story you mong

>>30562638
>Soarin looks really uncomfortable, and doesn't seem to be able to sit still
>"Yeah... I thought they wouldn't have much of a presence in Canterlot, what with the princesses being here and all, but I guess I was wrong."
>You look down at the stone in your hand
"They're not gonna try anything... crazy, you don't think?"
>"Oh, yeah, of course not..."
>Soarin doesn't sound to confident about that
>"But, uh, if I were you, I wouldn't spend too much time alone in the city past dark."
"Yeah, right."
>Suddenly, this happy medieval city of colored ponies seems a lot less friendly
>A long silence settles in after that conversation
"So, uh... read any good books lately?"

>You and Soarin spend the rest of the day doing your usual nothing, but it feels somehow... different
>An ugly weight hangs in the back of both your minds, and each of you can tell that the other is trying too hard to be cheery
>Eventually, after the two of you get back from a hay burger run (damn, son, why are they so good) Soarin heads back, leaving you alone in your apartment
>The sun is dipping fast outside, earlier than you're used to
>Man, winter comes up fast in pony land
>Apparently pony technology hasn't progressed as far as thermostats, so your apartment isn't much warmer than outside
>You end up sheltering in your bedroom, curled up underneath a pile of blankets
>...with the door locked, just in case
>You'll be back to the usual schedule tomorrow
>Which means seeing Octavia again
>You have no idea how you're supposed to act around her now
>She admitted to trusting you, and, even if just for a second, she kissed you back
>So you know she likes you more than she lets on
>But she still wants to chase this guy who ignores her half the time?
>Is she crazy?
>You turn over in bed, the thoughts spinning through your head keeping you from sleep

>>30562658
>You just don't understand any of it
>Maybe... maybe it would be best for the two of you just to be partners
>After all, even though you've kinda gotten used to living with a bunch of colored ponies... you're still not one of them
>You and Octavia could never have an actual relationship
>It's a sad thought, but... you can accept it
>And with that, your mind slowly calms, and manage to drift to sleep

>Friday morning is pretty much your standard affair
>You wake up, make some breakfast, and practice a bit
>Strangely enough, you don't think about Octavia much
>You feel pretty... peaceful about the whole situation
>It's actually pretty invigorating, and you manage to get a few interesting new bits of music written
>The only thing really bothering you right now is the box under your couch
>But, the more you think about it, the more far-fetched the idea of a pony racist group starts to become
>Like, are you seriously supposed to be afraid of these plush little animals?
>You can't even imagine it
>So, all in all, your morning's pretty good

>The worrying doesn't set in until you begin the ride to Fancy's estate
>You're not freaking out or anything, but... how are you going to keep things from getting awkward between you and Octavia?
>She'll probably try to pretend like last night never happened, but that'll probably just end up making things even more strained
>Ugh
>"Hey, buddy, you alright back there?"
>The driver's stopped at an intersection, and he looks back at you with a concerned expression
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
>You shake your head, as if to clear the unpleasant thoughts by force, as the driver takes off again

>You arrive on time, finding the courtyard empty
>Pausing for a second to muse over how familiar you've become with this place, you head up the stairs, and knock on the door
>Secretary-mare answers it, giving you the same once-over look she usually does, before ushering you in
>You should really learn that pony's name...

>>30562666
>Eh, maybe some other day
>You stroll through the estate's halls, your steps silenced by the thick layer of carpet
>Outside Fancy's office, you can hear voices from the other side of the door
>So, not even bothering to knock, you open it and step inside
>The scene is a familiar one: Andante and Octavia sit facing Fancy, who's reclining behind his desk, stacks of papers floating about, clutching his magical aura
>At the sound of your entry, Octavia turns around, but quickly looks away when she sees you
>Andante just rolls his eyes, gesturing for Fancy to ignore you
>Fortunately he doesn't
>"Anonymous! Good to see you're feeling better today."
"Better? Uh, yeah, much better."
>"Ms. Octavia told me all about the spectacular work you've been doing. Working yourself to the bone like this, just for one album? Commendable indeed."
>Octavia called your work 'spectacular?'
>You try to make eye contact with her, but she keeps her face trained forward, hooves in her lap
>Although you think you notice a faint hint of pink creeping into her cheeks...
"Well, thanks, I guess. So... what's on the menu today?"
>"I'm glad you asked. Since the two of you have created such a fine piece of music, I though we'd take a day to do some recording, and see if we can't start spreading word about this upcoming release. Sound fair?"
"Yeah. Sounds great."
>Octavia won't even look at you, and the two of you are recording together. What could go wrong?

>>30562671
>You get an answer to that question pretty quickly
>Fancy Pants, of course, has his own private carriage, drawn by a team of sleek black stallions
>The carriage is a four-seater: two in front, two in back
>You assumed Andante would want to sit in the back with Octavia, but instead he chooses the spot next to Fancy
>Leaving you and Octavia huddled together in the back of a carriage, crammed in neck to your instruments
>You try your best not to focus on the softness of Octavia's body pressing into you, and the way she rubs up against you as she tries to get comfortable in the cramped conditions
>...
>Fuck, this is awkward!
>You're screaming so loudly inside your head, you're almost surprised the others can't hear it
>You try to scoot farther towards the door, but there's literally no room to move
>It looks like you're going to spend the entirety of this ride sandwiched between Octavia and a guitar case
>Oh well, it's not too bad
>Just as long as things don't get any worse--
>"So, Anonymous, Ms. Octavia, how have the two of you enjoyed working together?"
>Fancy's leaning over the back of his seat, adjusting his monocle as he addresses you
"Um... it's been okay, I guess."
>You try to move your arm away from Octavia, but unwittingly elbow her in the ribs
>"Ack!... Yes, it's gone fairly smoothly, although Anonymous can be somewhat... difficult, at times..."
>She's obviously trying hard not to look at you as she says
"Hold on, what? I'm difficult?"
>"Well, your bombastic style of music can be somewhat hard to adapt to..."
"I had no idea I could outwit a musician of your skill."
>"Outwit?! Never."
>A hint of anger is entering her voice, and you're feeling a little on-edge yourself
>"I've outperformed you every time we've been put together, Anonymous."
"Yeah? At least I didn't spend an entire writing session moping about--"
>You cut yourself off before you finish, but the damage is done
>Octavia winces as if you'd just slapped her, and hangs her head

>>30562677
>Fancy looks between the two of you, and slowly turns back around, not saying a word
>Christ, can you go one day without messing things up with this mare
>Your face feels hot, and suddenly you're more aware than ever of Octavia pressing into you
>For one brief, illogical moment you think of just kicking the carriage door open and abandoning the whole situation
>But the rational part of your brain quickly takes over
>You can get through this
>Just gotta keep your cool, watch what you say, and you can apologize to Octavia later
>You're just under a lot of stress, and slipped up
>She'll understand, right?

>The carriage pulls up in front of a flat stone building
>The sign out front has a picture of a record, next to the words "Professional Sound Design"
>Catchy title
>Inside, the place is surprisingly modern, by pony standards
>Meaning it has a retro-50's look by earth standards, with that wonky curved furniture, and records mounted on the walls
>You're met by a pony in a velvet bathrobe, sporting those small, circular sunglasses
>"Oy! Fancy! It's so good to see you again, my friend."
>He has an accent you've never heard a pony with before
>Vaguely Bronx-ish?
>Fancy trots across the room and embraces the stallion with the manliest of hugs two plush ponies can have
>"And who are these two with you, eh? That one over there looks like a real schlemiel."
>He's pointing to you when he says it
>"Oh, those? They're my new talent. Anonymous, Ms. Octavia, come and introduce yourselves."
>You and Octavia step forward, her keeping as far away from you as is politely possible

>>30562683
>Fancy points to you first
>"This is Anonymous, our visitor from another world. Who'd have though he'd end up working for me?"
>Fancy chuckles before pointing out Octavia
>"And this here is..."
>"Oh, you don't have to introduce her."
>The mysterious pony tips his glasses to peer at Octavia
>"You don't think I wouldn't recognize the lovely Ms. Melody, do you?"
>He raises and kisses one of her forehooves
>You try and ignore how much that skeeves you out
>Octavia smiles though, looking extremely pleased with herself
>"It's always a pleasure to meet a fan. I think we'll get along just fine."
>You think she looks at you when she says that, but you're not gonna give the little gray horse the satisfaction of letting it bug you
>Wait, does that make any sense?

>"Anonymous! Hurry along, now!"
>Snapped back to reality, you grab your guitar case and hurry after Fancy and the others
>The bathrobe pony leads you down a hallway decorated in mounted records and posters of famous Equestrian musicians
>At the far end, he ushers you and Octavia into a small, cramped room, with two microphones in the center
>It's a pretty low-tech setup, but you guess you shouldn't expect much from a medieval city of sentient animals
>You and Octavia face each other, you in a chair with your guitar, her on her hind legs, balances on her cello
>In this position, she's actually taller than you
>It's a weird feeling

>>30562691
>A pair of speakers about you crackle to life, and Fancy's voice sounds through the room
>"Alright, you two, I've rented this room for the rest of the day. So, I'm hoping you can get that song you turned in yesterday recorded, along with any new material you'd like to work on. Sound fair?"
>You nod, absentmindedly, still looking at Octavia
>She's looking anywhere but at you, however, electing mostly to stare through the glass panel set into the wall, behind which Fancy and Andante sit, watching you
>"I'll give you two some time to warm up. Just signal me when you're ready to record."
>And with that, the room falls silent
>Real silence too, the noise-canceling foam coating the walls doing its job exceptionally well

>You begin to pluck at a few strings, forming a simple enough musical base for Octavia to follow
>Only she doesn't
>She just stands there, not looking at you, bow hanging at her side
>Seriously?
>Sure, you said something stupid, and she's allowed to be mad
>But does she have to take it out on you like this?
>You begin increasing the energy of your playing, trying to make it catchier, more enticing
>Still no reaction from Octavia
>You steal a glance over at the control booth
>Fancy's looking between the two of you, expression unreadable
>Andante is staring at you, and man does he look pissed
>Not in a terribly overt way; it's a very subtle anger
>But still, you can see quite clearly that he disapproves
>And meanwhile, Octavia still refuses to cooperate

>>30562699
>You're not even sure what point she's trying to make, standing there motionless, eyes fixed on some point on the wall behind you
>Whatever point it is, you're not about to let her win
>Your fingers are starting to get sore, but you press onward, keeping up your catchy little riff, even starting to tap out a nice little accompanying rhythm with your right foot
>Octavia's ear twitches a little, causing you to grin internally
>It's working
>Slowly, her stony demeanor begins to crumble
>You try to recall pieces the two of you have played before, basing your playing off that, trying your best to appeal to your inner musician
>Octavia's hoof begins to sway to the beat, ever so lightly, and her ears are Tourette's levels of twitchy
>Finally, she caves, slashing her bow across the strings and begin to play a furious jig on her cello, so catchy you're surprised the room's furniture doesn't spring to life and dance
>The burst of energy only lasts about thirty seconds before Octavia regains her composure
>She settles back down, her music's life draining into the styrofoam ridges coating the room, her foreleg returning to dangle limply at her side
>She glares daggers into you
>Wait, did you just make her angrier?
>"Bravo! That was simply superb!"
>Fancy's clapping his hooves and cheering from behind the glass wall, his words carried to you over the speaker
>"It's a pity I wasn't recording. You two have to play that again!"
>Judging by the look on Octavia's face... that won't be happening any time soon
>If you could only just get a little private time with her, you could explain
>But the two of you are right here...
>...in the middle of a soundproof, isolated room
>Damn, Anon, you can be pretty dumb sometimes

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>>30562704
waiting for more...

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bed bump

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>>30565442

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>>30565697

>>30562599
That's a sexy donkey you got there, Juan Valdez

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>>30565879

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>>30565898
yes

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>>30567230

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>>30567593

>>30568067
Octavia is the hottest pone.

Hoi.
I need some greens of a Chav/Cockney Octavia as I recently found out those were a thing and now I am addicted.

Can anyone help?

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>>30568067

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>>30562599
>"Hey Octavia, Vinyl says soccer is gay and boring."
>'OH NOW YEW GONE & DONEIT, VOINYL, BLOODY FAKIN' ELL, THAT TURNTABLE'S GOIN ROIT UP YER' ARSE NOW.'

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>>30572723

>>30573918

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Is this an Octavia?

>>30576674
no

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>>30577126
Oh. Okay.
Is this an Octavia?

>>30578002
>>30576674
that's fine enough for me

>>30573170

Now that's what I am talking about.

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>>30580468

>>30562704
apologies for the delay

>You reach out, and yank the cable out from microphone
>Looking over, you see Fancy staring at you, puzzled, while Andante scowls
>You gesture for them to wait, and then turn to Octavia
"Alright, look, about what I said during the carriage ride... it was stupid. I didn't think, it was an insensitive, mean thing to say, and I'm sorry."
>"Apology accepted."
>Octavia replies coldly, still not looking at you
"You're still mad?"
>She nods
>"Yes. But not about that."
"About what then?"
>"I don't think I really have to share that with you."
>You gape at her for a few seconds, before settling back in your chair
"Yeah. You're right. You don't."
>A few seconds' silence passes
>Andante and Fancy are now chatting amongst themselves
>You can't exactly tell, but it looks like Fancy's trying to keep Andante's attention away from you and Octavia
>Damn, he can be a bro sometimes
"You don't have to tell me. But I'd appreciate it if you did. After all, even if we can't be, you know... we're still partners. I care about our music, and I think you care about our music, so please... please just help me work this out, and we can keep playing?"
>The words spill out of you somewhat nonsensically, but you hope Octavia can see what you're trying to say
>"Actually, Anonymous... I'm not sure if I still want to play with you."
"What?"
>Octavia's words penetrate you like icy needles

>>30582109
>Octavia nods, staring into the wall behind you
>"I'm sorry, Anonymous. It's just... I don't feel like what we're doing is best for our careers."
"Our careers?"
>Your head feels numb, and words don't come easily
"Octavia... is that all this is?"
>"Anonymous, please don't get sentimental on me. We're professionals. The career has to come first."
"And why exactly am I so bad for you career?"
>Despite her stony demeanor, you notice Octavia flinch a little at the anger in your voice
>"It's just... I... I can't talk about it right now."
"You can't talk about it right now."
>Octavia nods
"Well, when can you talk about it?"
>She shakes her head
"Octavia?"
>"I think... it's time we go our separate ways, Anonymous."
"Our sep-- are you serious?"
>Another nod
"So that's it, huh? You finally find someone who likes you --really likes you-- and the first thing you do is kick 'em out. Real fuckin' classy."
>"Ano--"
"No. You don't wanna explain? Fine. Here, I'm leaving. Happy now? Now you and that prick in there--"
>You gesture toward Andante
"--have all the time you could ever want. Contratulations."
>Octavia's looking at you now, panic and hurt in her eyes
>"Anonymous, I didn't... I just want..."
"What! What do you want?"
>Her head droops, and she stares at her hooves

>>30582115
"Figures. Well... I hope you find it, I guess."
>Dazed by both the pain in your chest and your own anger, you grab your guitar case, and stride out the door, and down the hall
>You think you hear the bathrobe pony shout something behind you
>Outside, the sun hurts your eyes as you continue down the street
>You don't see any cabs, but you don't feel like taking one anyway
>You just wanna walk
>The case is heavy in your arm, and a dull pain gradually develops in your shoulder
>You don't care though, anger pushes you on, walking aimlessly through the city streets
>By some miracle, you manage to wander into a familiar part of the city, just as the sun is beginning to set
>Your legs wobble and burn with exhaustion, and both your arms are numb from dragging your case
>The fire of your anger has burned out, leaving you feeling tired and robotic
>You walk through the winding streets back to your apartment, the smiling populace trying its best to steer clear of the angry giant monster

>When you reach it, you immediately notice something is off
>By which you mean one of your windows is smashed in
>A cold shiver drips down your spine as soon as you notice it
>Did you get robbed?

>>30582130
>Is there still someone inside?
>You can't imagine who would want to rob you; your apartment doesn't exactly give off an aura of wealth
>Repositioning your case and holding it in front of you like a shield, you creep up to your apartment door, and unlock it
>The click of the lock is uncomfortably loud, and the door creaks as you open it
>So much for stealth
>You don't immediately see anyone inside, but you do a quick check-through of the apartment, just to be sure
>Nothing
>As far as you can tell, the apartment's empty, and nothing has been stolen
>More than a little confused, you return to the spot near the window, where the broken glass is strewn across the floor, shards reflecting and refracting the fading sunlight outside
>Amidst the pieces, however, you spy something that is definitely not glass
>You pick the object up, and flick the lights on to examine it
>It's a stone, engraved with that same symbol as the box from two days ago

>>30582137
>Immediately you whirl around, as if expecting another to come sailing through the empty frame
>The streets outside are completely empty, which only serves to increase your paranoia
>You're not safe here
>You drop your case onto the ground, and step back out of your apartment, locking the door even though a gaping hole stands right next to it
>Pocketing your keys, you book it down the stairs, and then down the street, heading towards the one place you can think of right now to take shelter

>You can tell Vinyl's been drinking as soon as she opens the door
>"Oh, hey, Anon. Wazzup monkey-bro?"
"Hey, Vinyl. Can I come in for a bit?"
>"Well, I was gonna close up, but... come on in."
>You step inside, and she shuts the door with her magic, before staggering back towards the back of the store
>You follow her, ready to catch the pony if she tips over
>"So, why're you all the way out here? Finally gonna buy somethin', you bum?"
"Actually, I need a place to stay..."
>"A place to... what? Don't you live like two feet that way?"
>She gestures in the vague direction of your apartment
"Yeah, but there's been a bit of a problem."
>"A bit of a problem, eh? Heheh."
>She stumbles over to you, and pokes a hoof into your stomach, teasingly
>"You jus' want some more time with Auntie Vinyl, don't you?"
"No, I... what are you doing?"
>Vinyl's standing on her hind legs now, with her forelegs wrapped around your midsection
>Her face is nuzzling your belly

>>30582377
Moar

>>30582881
https://pastebin.com/XXNbz2eL

You can read it all on the PasteBin, its been completed previously

>>30582377
>"Jus' let Auntie Vinyl take care of you, Anon. I'll make it all better."
"Um... okay?"
>You just stand there awkwardly, arms hanging at your side, as Vinyl squeezes your midsection
>When she finally lets go, she trots over to the back of the store, where some turntables and speakers are set up, motioning for you to follow
>You do so, settling into a beanbag across from Vinyl
>She pulls out another bottle of whiskey, and takes a long swig from it, producing those same annoying gulping sounds
>Once done, she offers it to you
>Normally, this is the part where you'd refuse, but it's been such a shitty day...
>You take the bottle from her, and raise it to your lips
>The bitter liquid burns your tongue and throat, making you cough a little after you swallow it
>Vinyl chuckles at that
>"Easy, big guy."
>You take another swig, which goes down a bit smoother, then pass the bottle back to her
>Vinyl sets it on the ground, and slides a record onto the turntable, adjusting the volume into soothing, minimalistic house music begins to leak into the quiet store
>"So what's up, dude? Get kicked out of your place?"
"Well--"
>You hope you can trust Vinyl with what you're about to divulge
"Not exactly..."

>>30583242
>As the booze slowly begins to work its way through your bloodstream and into your head, you explain to Vinyl about the box
>Your voice stays somber as you try to keep the fear out of it
>When you finish, you look up and into Vinyl's eyes, expecting to see the same fear that gripped Soarin
>Instead, she throws her head back, and howls in laughter
>"Bwahaha, you pissed off the Trinity? Damn, monkey dude, what did you do, kiss a donkey?"
"What? No, I-- This is serious!"
>Your anger just incites Vinyl to laugh harder
>She's kicking her hind legs in the air now, and her breathing sounds strained
>"Hoo, man... that is rich. Oh, Celestia..."
>She takes another swig from the whiskey bottle
"Vinyl, come on! I could be in a ton of trouble here."
>"A ton of trouble? Nah, dude, they're jus' trying to scare ya. That group hasn't actually done anything real in like a million years."
"Are you sure?"
>She waves away your complaints
>"Of course I'm sure. Auntie Vinyl knows everything, right? So just relax..."
>She passes you the bottle again and, in spite of yourself, you gulp down two more mouthfuls
>Your head is buzzing pleasantly now, and the beanbag chair under you is beginning to feel incredibly comfortable
>You spent a good four hours walking; taking the weight off your sore legs feels so good
>The music from the stereo is hypnotic, and you feel your eyelids growing heavy
>Vinyl stands up from her beanbag, and hobbles toward you, reaching out and stroking your hair with a forehoof
>"You jus' take it easy, okay monkey dude? Imma go lock up, and then I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay..."
>Vinyl staggers away, disappearing amongst the rows of shelves
>You hear the door lock, and an immediate sense of security floods you
>For right now, you're safe

>>30583249
>Your awakening, however, is not so peaceful
>Some sort of squelchy, crunchy bass sound blasts through your eardrums, startling you and sending you scrambling to your feet
>Vinyl's next to the stereo, messing with its knobs
>She laughs when she sees your reaction
>"Good morning, Anon!"
"Get bent, Vinyl!"
>You stretch your legs, still aching from last night, as more pounding drums echo through the room
"Could you turn that down?!"
>Vinyl grins, and shakes her head
>Shouting to be heard over the music, you explain that you're gonna head home, and maybe see about getting the pony police to investigate
>Despite the severity of the situation, the thought of a pony in in a tiny police uniform, maybe wielding a tiny baton and carrying little handcuffs, makes you chuckle out loud
>Outside Vinyl's shop, the air is even colder than it's been the past few days, as Canterlot heads towards winter
>As such, there aren't many ponies around, and the walk back to your apartment is quick and quiet
>Inside, nothing has changed
>Your guitar lies where you left it, and the shards of glass are scattered across the scuffed wooden floor
>Wait a minute
>You notice something amongst the shards, a small white square you must have missed in the darkness
>Stooping down, you pick it up, and flip it over, revealing a glossy polaroid photo
>Of Octavia, walking alone in the street
>A shiver races through your body that has nothing to do with the cold

>>30583256
>Easy, Anon, easy
>Octavia's a pretty well-known musician, they'd never dare to try to attack her
>Right?
>And besides, it's colorful-pony world, nothing bad could ever happen here
>Right?
>As much as you try to reassure yourself, you aren't feeling very reassured
>You don't want to jump to any sudden conclusions, but this seems like a pretty obvious threat
>And with a situation like this, you feel it's better to be safe than sorry
>So... what to do?

>You sit down on your couch, holding the photograph in your lap
>Octavia needs to know about this, that's for sure
>Of course, that means you'll have to speak to her again...
>Even in the midst of all this new chaos, her words bring a stabbing pain to your chest
>How the fuck could she just chuck you aside like that?
>For a moment, your anger makes you consider not telling Octavia at all
>But no, you couldn't do that
>Even if the two of you can't be friends again, you at least owe her this much
>Standing from the couch, you throw on your jacket, and pocket the photo
>The single rock you took bangs against your hip, still sitting in the side pocket

>You begin your way down the metal stairs, only to run into a pony on the second floor
>A pretty little thing with a sleek white coat, whiter than Andante's even, and a golden-yellow mane, she looks somewhat surprised to see you
>"Oh! Hello! I didn't see you z-- there."
>You detect a hint of an accent in her voice
>She hides it fairly well though, and you can't place where it's from
>Then again, you don't have much familiarity with Equestrian geography anyway
>The mysterious mare looks up at you, with glittering eyes, blue as sapphires and betraying a fierce intelligence

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>Haven't been in a Tavi thread in a while.
Holy donk...where did all these new pics come from? So many arts o don't have! I think I'll stick around.

>>30580904

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>>30586423
Castlevania Tavi is pretty cute

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For years I have watched this every few weeks.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFjEintbDXc

I'm sure you've all seen it, but the choreography is amazing, and the song is original too by a different pony artist.

>>30592593
yes, that's very good

bunp

I greatly desire to insert my erect penis into the vagina of this stunningly gorgeous mare, after given express consent.

>>30597473
I too desire this form of interaction with the pone by the name of Octavia

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>>30597720
I'd prefer to aggressively face fuck this cute mare minutes before a performance so that her mane and makeup are sullied in front of thousands. After being given express consent.

>>30597720
Patrician taste of the highest order.
>>30597754
Admittedly a little uncouth, but if the lady requests as much out of oneself, who am I to judge?

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Don't die, music burro

You guys look like you could use a bump

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>>30599375
dem hips

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>You catch sight of her for only a moment, out of the corner of your eye as you peer over the shelves of Vinyl Scratch's second-hand record store
>Octavia's not even looking in your direction
>She has her snout buried in a collection of Hanz Hoofler records, her eyes glazed over as she scans the titles in that same way she always would when you used to take her here, looking for something stirring, some possible source of motivation
>You can't help but notice that she looks sad
>For a moment, your brain does that crazy fractal sort of scenario-generation you always get into, where your imagination seems to iterate and spiral into inane fantasies that, while you know they'll never happen, still offer you a brief, fleeting measure of imagined comfort
>You wonder what it would be like to talk to her again
>If you just walked up, waited for her to look away for her records and then said "Hey," what would happen?
>Would she cold-shoulder you (or cold-whither, you suppose), like she did when you first met?
>Or would she give you an uneasy smile, pretend everything was normal, but behind those violet, gleaming eyes (the ones you stared into over so many dinners, so many trips to the Manehattan Philharmonic, and so many nights of frantic, moaning, sweaty, and absolutely transcendent lovemaking) you'd see the same tired, tortured musician you grew to love?
>And then you'd invite her to get coffee and catch up and, through the subtle dropped hints of conversation, the two of you would rekindle that saccharine melody you'd felt during the first time you met, awkwardly exchanging conversation during your stint as a warmup artist at Full Stop's nightclub
>She'd say a few nice things that indicated she missed you, and you'd return a few pleasantries that very obviously meant you wanted her back
>And then you'd find yourself holding her again, somehow, tasting those dainty grey lips you miss so badly
>Or maybe you'd just get to hold her; that wouldn't be so bad

>>30603380
>Now that you think of it, that's all you'd really want
>As much as you've missed the quiver of her lips and the cracking of her voice as you pounded her to climax, all you really want now is to hold her, just one more time
>You want to feel the way her mane ticked your chin when she lay her head against your chest, or the way her ears would flick and brush their furry tips against your cheek
>But mostly you want to feel that steady beating of her heart, as you'd squeeze her against your chest
>At this point, even warmth itself is enough to make you miss her
>The bookstore is a boxy, winding maze constructed of entirely too much glass, enough to make the rain outside seem lashing and omnipresent, and the cold is already seeping into your bones
>You wish desperately that you could feel the warmth of her coat beneath your palms again
>Octavia sets her records down and, as if drawn by something painful and strange, glances up just long enough to meet your eye
>The two of you stare at each other for what feels like hours, while rain drums against the ceiling and the walls, all of which are paneled to look like one single, huge window
>Octavia's eyes are cold and flat, much like you remember them being on the day you officially moved out of her apartment
>You try to force yourself to wave, or to smile at her, but that empty look in her eyes saps any hopes of self-control from you, and you end up merely staring back
>The smile you've wished to see again doesn't return to her face
>Octavia hangs her head, her ears dropping down along both sides of her head, and walks back out of the store
>Only now, that she's really gone, can you smile
>Of course she wouldn't want to see you again
>There's something refreshing about the sorrow; you can get addicted to specific kinds of hurt, they sharpen you, reminding you that, even if it hurts, there's a richness to who you are

>>30603413
>And there's a richness in knowing that, even if it's nothing but a bitter, cold memory (the kind that surfaces only in long, cold showers and endless nights of tossing and turning), you still had the kind of roaring, shuddering love that people write entire books about and still can't even begin to describe
>It feels good to have experienced that; at the very least, you have definite internal proof that you, Anonymous, were a living/breathing human being who walked Equestria, who loved, who was loved, and who had, at the very least, some form of relevance in these frigid, rainy castle streets
>You don't leave the record store until much later and, though it's pouring rain, you don't bother with an umbrella
>Instead, you let the rain splatter against your face and drip down your collar, relishing in the bracing, vivid rush of cold

The End

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>>30603423
That was short and beautiful. I didn't ask for these feels, but I need them.

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get off page 8, donkeh

>>30604552
same

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>>30603423
You rat fucker! why did you crush my heart like this, WHY?!

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What would Tavi think of 2cellos?

>>30583285
"No, you're fine. Are you new here?"
>You can definitely say you haven't seen this pony before
>"No, ah... well, I guess. I am thinking of renting a place here for myself, and I was just looking around."
"Oh, cool then. I'm Anonymous."
>You hold out your hand, and she takes it
>Although you think you spy a hint of reluctance in her movements
>Eh, probably just your paranoia kicking in again
>"Good to meet you, Anonymous."
>Out of curiosity, you try to take a look at her cutie mark
>However, the coat she's wearing trails back over her flanks and tail, covering it
>Almost like a pony trenchcoat
"You too. Listen, sorry to be rude, but I gotta be going."
>She nods, smiling brightly
>"Of course. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime?"
"Yeah, sure. Bye!"
>With that, you dart around her, and continue down the stairs
>What a nice mare

>As your feet hit the sidewalk, you begin running through your options
>You have no idea where Octavia lives, and the two of you won't be playing another show together until... well, maybe never
>She'll probably be at Fancy's estate in a few hours, assuming she's still working for him
>And if not, he'll probably have a way to contact her, at least
>Decided, you hail a cab, and set out across town

>>30609997
>You knock on the estate's front door, and find yourself face to face with purplish secretary-mare
>She looks surprised to see you this early
>"You? What are you doing here? Fancy told me not to expect you back."
"Yeah, uh, about that... I need to see Fancy, right away. It's urgent."
>The secretary mare shakes her head, vanilla mane bouncing at her eyebrows as she does so
>"I'm sorry, but he's not in right now. Come back la--"
>"Etta, who's that?"
>A different voice interrupts secretary mare's, a feminine, posh voice with a decidedly French accent
>"Just one of Fancy's employee's, Ms. de Lis, nothing to be concerned about."
>You hear the light patter of hoofsteps, and a new mare steps into view
>And damn...
>You'll admit you find Octavia pretty, even if it's kinda weird, but this pony...
>She's giving you an uncomfortably sexual vibe just by standing there
>Tall, and supermodel-skinny, she gazes at you with sultry purple eyes
>Her strawberry mane bounces and sways in the chilly breeze from outside, glittering against her alabaster coat
>"Aww, the poor thing came all this way, he must be freezing. We can't just turn him away. Come in."
>She beckons for you to enter, and you happily oblige; the inside of Fancy's estate is toasty warm

>Secretary mare shuts the door behind you as this strange supermodel pony leads you deeper into an elegant foyer, motioning for you to take a seat on a couch
>A suit-wearing pony enters, carrying steaming mugs of tea for the both of you
>As you sip it, you try to think of something to say
"Uh, Miss Daily?"
>She giggles
>"De Lis. And yes?"
"Thanks for the hospitality and all. I really appreciate it. But I need to see Fancy Pants. It's really important."

>>30610003
>"Ooh, urgent? Sounds interesting. What's the problem?"
"I... I don't know if I should say."
>"Why? Are you worried you can't trust me?"
>She smiles at you, and bats her eyelids
>It's a hell of a patronizing gesture, but somehow you're not annoyed
>You blame this supermodel pony; no horse should be allowed to be this attractive
"More that I'm not sure you would believe me."
>"Oh? I'm sitting here talking to an extra-dimensional alien, and you think I'm going to find what you have to say unbelievable."
>Touché
"You know Octavia Melody?"
>She runs a hoof through her mane
>"Do I look like the kind of pony who wouldn't know Octavia Melody?"
>Again with the attitude, sheesh
"Well, it's about her..."
>The supermodel pony's face lights up at that, and she makes a noise somewhere between a squee and a whinny
>"Ooh! Could this be the result of forbidden love between professionals?"
"What? No, I--"
>"You don't have to tell me, I can see the answer written all over your face! Oh, how your heart must ache for that beautiful creature, dying to tell her, yet only able to express itself through music, always yearning... It's so beautiful."
>She poses dramatically on her end of the couch
>Actually... that's not too far from the truth
>But you'll join the Wonderbolts before you give this crazy pony any more ammo
>The supermodel pony opens an eye, and notices your confusion
>"Oh, fine then, ruin my fun. What's the big issue?"
>You remove the photo from your pocket, and hand it to her
"Someone left this at my house. I think she might be in danger."
>Fleur looks between you and the photo, and gets that same grin on her face
>Here we go again...

>>30610005
>"So determined to protect the life of your beloved! Oh, it's so sweet!"
>She folds her forelegs over her chest and sighs
"What? No!"
>"The path to love is fraught with so much danger. You have such a long, wonderful path ahead of you..."
>Supermodel pony is staring out the window now, not even paying attention to you
"Look, I just need to get in contact with Octavia for a few minutes so I can let her know about this."
>She immediately snaps back to reality, standing up and trotting businesslike out of the foyer
>"Of course. Just follow me."
>She leads you down the familiar hallways into Fancy's office, which looks much the same, despite its lack of a certain blue-maned British pony
>"Fancy should have her telephone number somewhere in here."
>A pale, purplish glow alights around her horn, and books and she begins levitating books and binders through the air, checking them over as they float past her
>After a minute or two of searching, she floats a sheet of paper over to you
>On it is printed in impeccably neat handwriting Octavia name, occupation as cellist, and a string of numbers
>You pick up the phone from Fancy's desk, and dial the number in
>The phone rings twice, and you hear it picked up on the other end
>"Hello?"
>The voice answering you is most definitely not Octavia's
>It's Andante's
>"Who is this?"

>>30610006
>Oh, shit
>Quick, think of something
>You raise the pitch of your voice slightly, hoping it's enough to throw the stallion off
"Uh, hello. I was wanting to speak to Octavia, please?"
>Supermodel pony giggles at that, now watching you with interest
>"Speak to Octavia? Why? All booking goes though me."
"No, not booking. I am a huge fan, yes."
>Christ, you sound like a Russian chipmunk
>"A fan? Octavia Melody doesn't have time to speak to fans. Never call this number again."
>"Dante? Who's that?"
>You hear Octavia voice in the background
>"It's no one, just some dumb fan."
>"Oh... yes, they can be annoying, can't they. But, you know, maybe I should talk to him anyway."
>"Why? He's not worth the time."
>"Heh, yes, of course, but, you know..."
>She falls silent, and you can sense some sort of nonverbal communication on the other end
>Eventually, there's a rustling sound as the phone changes hooves, and Octavia's voice sounds loud and clear through the phone
>"Hello? Are you still there?"
"Octavia, it's me."
>...
>"Goodbye."
"Wait, no! Don't hang..."
*click*
"...up."
>You drop the phone back onto the receiver, and slump over the desk
>"Despite your good intentions, the love of your life still finds it difficult to trust you! What will you do now? What CAN you do now?"
"Nothing, I guess."
>You pull the photo from your pocket, and glance over it
"If she won't accept my help... I guess there's not much I can do."
>"Actually, there is one thing."
"Oh, really? And what's that."
>You don't have much faith in this pony's helpfulness
>"You could ask me where Fancy is today."
"How would that--"
>Before you even ask, you know

>>30610012
>Ten minutes later, you and the supermodel pony, whose first name is apparently Fleur, are headed across town in a small two-seater carriage
>She smells really good up close, like fresh-picked strawberries
>Honestly, you're not sure why she wants so badly to accompany you, but you don't have much choice than to let her
>Apparently, Fancy's spending today re-negotiating the contract with Octavia, assuming you're out of the picture
>Why he assumed that, you can only imagine
>But you have a feeling a certain emotionally-unstable gray pony might have something to do with it

>On the way, Fleur grills you with all sorts of questions
>How do you really feel about Octavia? Does she inspire you to play better? Is she your muse? Have you written any songs about her?
>Mostly, you either give one-word answers, or stay silent
>Her questions tend to hit a little close to home...

>The day is cloudy, and the chill earlier has dropped to a bitter cold, tearing at your jacket as the cart speeds through the city streets
>Fleur's wrapped in some poofy fur coat, and she doesn't even seem to notice the cold as she continues her interrogation
>"Have you ever dreamt about her? Maybe even more than once?"
"No, I already told you, I don't think about her like that."
>"Anonymous, there's no use in hiding. I can read the truth plane on your face."
>She giggles, and pinches your cheek
>With a hoof, somehow
>The cart rolls up in front of a small, old-fashioned pub
>Well, old-fashioned by earth standards; here it's downright modern
>A warm firelight glow leaks through the place's windows, giving it a cozy, welcoming appearance
>You get down from the cart and proceed inside, with floor trailing closely behind you

>>30610017
>The inside of the pub looks much as you'd imagine, with wooden furniture and glasses reflecting the firelight
>The bar itself is manned by a tall, gangly stallion with a red-and-white mane and mustache
>He waves as you step inside
>That guy's probably completely trustworthy
>Fancy's seated in a corner, staring out the window, a foaming mug of pony beer in front of him
>Fleur clears her throat loudly as you approach, and he looks up, startled to see the both of you
>But he seems to focus on you in particular
>"Anonymous? What are you doing here? Ms. Melody lead me to believe you had terminated your employment."
"Yeah... I don't think Octavia's been entirely truthful with you."
>Fancy strokes his chin, if horses have chins
>"Strange... I take it tensions have arisen between the two of you?"
"Uh... something like that."
>Fancy shoots you a quizzical look
>"I see. Well, in that case, you might want to leave before she--"
>A soft jingling sounds through the room as the pub's door swings open
>And you already know who's going to step inside

>Octavia's smiling at something Andante said as the two step inside
>But that smile disappears as soon as her gaze lands on you
>Immediately, Octavia spins around and begins to head out the door, but Andante holds out a foreleg, blocking her path
>He doesn't look any happier to see you than she does, though, scowling as he drags Octavia towards the table
>The five of you end up sitting in some sort of triangle formation around the circular table
>Fancy's at the head point, with you and Fleur sitting together across from Andante and Octavia
>Octavia stares at the floor, and seemingly tries to sit as close to Andante as possible
>The sight makes you grit your teeth

>>30610022
>Fancy glances between the two pairs, a hint of uncertainty crossing his posh features
>You can hardly blame him; it's hard enough to handle your own side of things, let alone trying to manage both
>"Ahem, so, Ms. Melody, it would appear that what you told me about Anonymous here was... untrue."
>Octavia nods, head still down
>"Now, obviously, it is not my place to intervene in the personal affairs of my employees. But the situation between the two of you needs to be resolved before we can continue. And I think the only ones who can fix this... are you two."
>You and Octavia both realize what Fancy's saying at the same time
>She's significantly less happy about it then you are
>"I-I have nothing to discuss with Anonymous. I was meant to be a solo musician, and I--"
>Fancy silences her with powerfully stern glare
>"If the two of you can't find a way to work together, you will not be working for me. We'll be back in an hour. Until then, there's a room upstairs where you can talk privately, if you wish."
>Fancy stands, and Fleur moves to stand beside him, nuzzling affectionately against his neck
>Andante rises as well, somewhat reluctantly, giving you a look so full of vitriol that you have a sudden urge to brush your teeth
>Together, the three of them shuffle out of the pub, leaving just you and Octavia
>Even the super-trustworthy bartender is nowhere to be seen
>How convenient
>Octavia looks like she'd really like to be somewhere else right now, and keeps glancing towards the door, squirming in her seat
>Guess you'd better get to the point quick
>You take the picture from your pocket
"Octavia, I don't know what the hell is going on with you, or why you're acting like this. But even if you've treated me like shit lately... I still care about you. For some fucked up reason, I still care."
>You slide the photo across the table to her
"This showed up at my house yesterday, from a group that's been sending me threats. I think you might be in danger."

>>30610025
>Octavia eyes the picture
>"Who took this?"
"That's the problem, I have no idea. But I don't want you getting hurt."
>Octavia sits back in her chair
>"I... I see."
>The two of you sit there in silence, listening to the crackle of the fire and the moaning of the wind outside
>"I'm sorry."
"Hmm?"
>"I'm sorry I lied to Fancy about you. That was... not becoming of a pony of my stature."
"I'm not too bent outta shape about it. I'm sorry about..."
>That night on the roof, what do you say about it?
>Fortunately, Octavia seems to get your gist, and nods
>"I know."
>She begins trailing circles on the table with a hoof
"Do you think we could try being partners again?"
>"I don't know, Anonymous."
>Your heart sinks at her words, but you didn't expect anything better
"So... is this goodbye?"
>"Goodbye?"
>Octavia stares down at her hooves, folding them together across her chest
>"No, it's not. We'll... we'll try out best, and see how it goes."
>You contemplate for a minute
"I can live with that."
>And for the first time in two days, Octavia meets your eyes, and smiles

>>30610033
>Maybe it was a desire not to ruin the moment, or a simple lack of anything to say, but the two of you parted after that
>Andante took Octavia home, but not before taking a few seconds to give you the Ebola of dirty looks
>You just smile back at him
>After all, you won this round
>Fancy looks delighted to hear that you and Octavia are willing to try working together again
>He claps his hooves together, and informs you that you'll be meeting back at his office tomorrow, at the usual time
>Once that's done, he orders a round of drinks for the three of you, and you sit near the fire and chat
>Most of Fleur and Fancy's conversation goes right over your head, but you pretend to be interested in the goings-on of various Canterlot nobility for their sake
>Honestly, you're too relieved at this point to be annoyed
>Even the threat against Octavia seems somehow farther away now, knowing that you're going to be able to be with her more
>Well, maybe not that much more, but still

>It isn't until just before the ride back that you realize what you're in store for
>As soon as Fancy's out of sight, Fleur takes a huge breath, and the questions wash over you
>"So, what did you say? Did you tell her how much you've missed her? How she's the love of your life? Did you sing to her? Did you compose a poem? Did you let her know how bleak and hopeless every single moment has been without her presence? Did you..."
>You zone out, and hope Fleur will wear down eventually

>By the time you get home, it's almost dark, and you're surprisingly tired
>Now that you think about it, it's been a long time since you've gotten a good rest
>When you get to the top of the stairs, you take a quick look at the outside of your apartment
>Everything looks to be in order, besides the smashed window

>>30610040
>You really need to find the landlord and get this fixed
>How have you been living here this long and not met them yet?
>In fact, you don't recall ever having to pay any rent
>Wait... do they even know you're here?
>You step back outside, intending to head downstairs and find the elusive pony in charge
>However, the first thing you notice is a fair of blue eyes staring at you from the quasi darkness
>The blonde mare from earlier is peeking out at you from behind a half-opened door
>You wave to her
"Hello!"
>"Um.. hi."
>She doesn't step out from the dark confines of what you assume is her apartment
>Must be shy
"Do you know where the landlord is?"
>"The v-- what?"
"The landlord. Where is he? Or she?"
>"I don't know. I thought you would know."
"Wait, then how are you living there?"
>"It was unlocked..."
"Um..."
>You get ready to tell her off, but you realize you basically did the same thing
>The pony bureaucracy just kinda gave you the keys and told you to live here
"Okay, well, uh... guess we're neighbors how."
>The pairs of eyes shifts up and down as the pony nods
"What's your name?"
>"Uh... Anne."
>That's a... surprisingly human name
"I'm Anon. Nice to meet you."
>You wave again, before heading back into your apartment
>What a strange pony
>She seems really nice though, and you're glad to finally have a friend in the building
>Still, if there's really no landlord... that means you have to fix this stupid window yourself

>>30610047
>Buuuuut that's an issue for tomorrow
>Still, the frigid air filling your apartment is less than pleasant
>You spend a good half hour taking a shower in the hottest possible water the plumbing can supply, before settling into bed under a thick layer of blankets

>You wake up shivering, apartment still shrouded in night
>At first you're not quite sure what woke you, but then you hear it again
>A crunching sound, coming from near the front door
>Slowly, and as silently as possible, you get to your feet, and wrap a bathrobe around you for protection from the cold
>You creep to the bedroom door, which is cracked slightly open, and peer out into the rest of the apartment
>A shadowy silhouette of a pony stands in the middle of the room, creeping across the glass towards your room
>Your heart seems to freeze, and rocket up into your throat
>Shit, it's that Trinity group
>You knew they were real all along
>They're probably here to bash your head in with those same weird rocks
>Wait, you're bigger than them, aren't you?
>A pony's now challenge to you
>You're gonna go kick its stupid ass!
>Taking a deep breath, you place a hand against the door...
>...and throw it open as you unleash a violent, primal yell that echoes through apartment
>It's met by a high-pitched, and decidedly feminine scream as the intruder jumps backwards
>Your hand flies to the lighswitch, casting a warm electric glow across the room
>Anne is backed up against the far wall, wideeyed and breathing heavily
>You blink in surprise, your body flooded with tingling adrenaline and your heart pounding
"Anne? What are you doing here?"
>The golden-maned mare's eyes dart across the room, and she looks a little uncomfortable
>"I vas... *ahem* I, uh, thought this was my apartment. Yeah, heheh. You know, how z-- they all look the same."
>She awkwardly smiles at you

>>30610060
"Oh! Ha, yeah, I can see how you'd make a mistake like that, especially if you're new and all."
>"Heheh, yes, it was quite silly of me."
>She glances over her wither at the door
>"But, uh, I should really be going. Need to get back to my own place now, of course. So sorry! Aha..."
>Before you get a chance to say more, she pulls your door open, and runs out
>Huh, guess that's her shyness acting up again
>Still, she seems like a pretty nice pony
>Maybe you can go over and get to know her better at some point; you're sure she would love that
>Anyway, even this little escapade hasn't ruined the bizarre good mood that's come over you
>Tomorrow's another day working with Octavia, another chance to develop your music and career, and maybe...
>Maybe you can make things right between the two of you
>You're not entirely sure what 'right' means right now, but...
>Ah, fuck it, it's too late for this
>Burying yourself once more in your blankets, you fall asleep, hoping no more strange ponies visit in the night

hopefully be back tomorrow

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>>30610074
Are you gunna do all of Jeff Mango's Tavi stories? I want to read Bravest Face again

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>>30562599
Thanks to her I learned to play the cello.

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>>30614900
How long have you been playing?
I also started because of her, and have been playing for about a year

>>30617145
this is cute

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>>30620840
She looks like she's talking into a little red benis :DDD

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>>30622892
Typical cock slut Vinyl.

>>30625476

>page 10

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>>30628890
i like this pic a lot

>>30610074
>Next morning follows the usual pattern, despite the freezing cold
>Your frigid fingers stumble numbly on the strings, making practice impossible
>So, without much else to do, you spend your morning chilling on the couch, listening to music and reading through some pony literature
>Which, confusingly enough, is a lot like earth literature, only with more horse puns
>The doorbell rings at around its usual time, and you pull it open to reveal a familiar gray pegasus
>"Hiya, Anon!"
"Hey, Derpy."
>"Get any more cool stuff from you secret admirer?"
"My what?"
>You remember the lie you told Derpy regarding the box
"Oh, yeah, not yet. But maybe today's the day?"
>"Maybe! I've got something here for you."
>She rummages through her bag, emerging with an envelope
>"Here ya go!"
>She hands it to you, and watches excitedly as you turn it over in your hands
>You glance up at her, expecting Derpy to leave, but she continues hovering in front of you, staring excitedly at the paper in your hands
>"Are you gonna open it?"
"Um.. yeah."
>The envelope is marked only with your name, and you open it delicately, revealing a single sheet of folded paper inside
>You feel a lump rising in your throat as you unfold the paper
>In the center of the page lies the familiar triangle mark, the center dot staring at you like a black, unblinking eye
>Across the top of the page and bottom is written a simple, chilling message
/We are watching

You have three days/
>An unpleasant shiver runs down your spine
>Derpy, however, is still staring expectantly at you, rubbing her hooves together
>"Aaaaand? What does it say?"

>>30632956
"Uuuuuum... it's a poem. From my admirer?"
>Derpy's eyes go wide
>"A poem? Wow... that's really special. Can I see it?"
"Uh, no, sorry. It's private, and all that."
>Her face falls
>"I know. Still though, that's cool."
>She gives you another big smile, though it seems a litte... forced
>Well, nothing to read into there
>You bid goodbye to the mailhorse, watching as she careens away through the freezing winds and out over the city

>Well, your good mood is officially ended
>Fucking pony nazis, why can't they just leave you alone?
>Three days, you've got three days
>You think it's time to take this issue to the pony police
>Or maybe you could just move
>Or both
>Either way, this apartment is feeling less and less safe every day, and you've gotta do something about it
>Maybe that weird blonde pony next door can help you

>>30632981
>Anne looks surprised, and somewhat unhappy to see you when she opens her door
>She quickly composes herself, however
>"Oh, um, hello. Can I help you v-- with something?"
"Yeah, actually. Can I come in?"
>A flash of panic briefly crosses Anne's face
>"Ah, no! Haha, I am sorry, I'm... cleaning, today."
"Cleaning? Didn't you just move in?"
>"Uh, yes, I, uh... So, v-- what was the problem?"
"Well, you see..."
>You begin explaining the situation to Anne, who looks increasingly uncomfortable as you go on
>And you can't really blame her, this is pretty heavy shit for a cartoon pony to take in
"So, do you have any idea what I should do?"
>"Um, v-- well, I think this group sounds very dangerous. You should probably listen to their demands."
"Seriously?"
>Anne nods
>"I've heard that this group is very powerful. They're definitely not the kind of ponies you would want to anger."
"It kinda seems like I've angered them already..."
>"Hmm, yes, well that can't be helped."
"Well, maybe not, but still. I'm not gonna let myself be bullied by these wackos. Hey, wait, I have an idea. Why don't you help me try to catch them?"
>"Try to... catch them?"
>Anne keeps glancing back into her apartment
>She must not like the cold

>>30633014
>"I, um... I'd be too scared! Yes, haha, I'm not good at confrontation, not at all, heh."
"Oh, yeah, I understand that."
>You try your best to look understanding
"But you don't have to worry, I'll be the one on the front lines. I just need you to, you know, keep an eye out."
>"Keep an... eye out?"
>She looks confused by your choice of words
"Just... watch for them. In case they stop by again, or something."
>"Ah, yes, of course! They won't get past me, heh."
>She's beginning to edge backward into the apartment now
>"Vell, I rheally should be-- *cough* I really should be going now, Anon. Talk to you later."
>She slams the door shut, leaving you staring confusedly at the wood paneling
>Man, she sure is acting a little strange
>Eh, you probably just scared her with your story
>Still, you hope the Trinity group doesn't start messing with her too

>Strangely enough, you feel safer outside your home than inside it, and end up heading down into the city for a brisk walk before heading to Fancy's
>You stop by Vinyl's and end up purchasing some random house record on her recommendation
>Electronica isn't really your thing, but you figure you owe her some business with how much you hang around the place
>The ride to Fancy's passes without much of interest, and you try to keep your thoughts focused on work as you climb those familiar steps to the double doors

>>30633025
>Secretary mare greets you at the door, and you follow the usual path through the decorated hallways and into Fancy's office
>Octavia is already waiting for you, alone this time, with brown leather saddlebags placed next to her on the floor
>They're adorned with the same purple treble clef she bears on her flank, so you assume they're her bags
>Octavia glances shyly up at you as you enter, but Fancy's greeting is far more enthusiastic
>"Anonymous! So good to see you, my boy. I trust you're ready for a long day?"
>You nod
>The more time you spend here with Octavia and Fancy, and not in your apartment, the better
>Octavia keeps her eyes trained on Fancy as he lays out the schedule for today
>However, instead of coldness, you detect a kind of nervous energy coming from her
>Her left hind leg keeps tapping against the chair, and her ears twitch occasionally
>Basically, Fancy wants the two of you to plan out ten songs which can then be recorded and pressed into an album
>It's going to be a fair amount of work, but you honestly don't mind
>In fact, you're pretty eager to get started
>Combined with the fact that Octavia is no longer acting like you don't exist, the ominous warning from this morning starts to slide to the back of your mind
>Fancy gives the order, and you and Octavia stand, before following him out of the room, and into the practice room
>"I'm going to be checking in one the two of you more often now. I don't want to intrude on your personal lives, but if there's a problem, I feel I need to know as your employer."
"Right."
>Octavia nods her assent

>>30633038
>"Well then, I will be off attending to other business in the meantime. If either of you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Make me proud."
>He winks at you, and disappears, shutting you and Octavia in the practice room
>The silence is a little awkward
"So, uh..."
>Octavia looks up at you, expectantly
"I'm glad we're working together again."
>She smiles
>"Me too. But..."
>Both of you understand the implied warning: 'no more nights on the roof'
>It... hurts you a little, but you can live with it
>And really, being able to make music with a pony like Octavia is more than enough

>Once the two of you are settled in, you immediately begin one of your usual improve sessions
>Octavia plays with the fluidity of water, and the grace of flower petals in the wind
>In fact, you feel like a clumsy oaf picking strings as you try to impress her
>You decide to stick to basic chord progressions, laying down a solid foundation as Octavia's cello dances and whirls above it, so beautiful at points you feel goosebumps creeping across your skin
>Occasionally, you take breaks to scribble ideas down on the ever-present stacks of paper, forming a sort of unofficial race between the two of you as to who can fill their stacks faster
>You and Octavia don't talk much, but your music says enough
>Longing, heartbreak, and confused desire flow abundantly through Octavia's music, while your simple chords seem to present an understanding, and acceptance
>Fancy checks in on you as silently as possible
>He looks happy with what he sees

>>30633055
>And hears too, you suppose

>It isn't until half past eight that the two of you decide to finally take a break
>By that time, the tips of your fingers are burning, and your strumming arm feels like jelly
>Octavia, however, seems perfectly fine as she sets her bow down and reclines in her chair
"So... think we've got enough?"
>You gesture to the stack of completed music, intoning your voice to make the question rhetorical
>"I think Fancy will be pleasantly surprised. You know, Anon, when you're not acting like a moron, you can play impressively well."
"Oh, this? This is nothing. Maybe once I get warmed up, I can actually start trying."
>Octavia snorts, grinning
>...
"You doin' anything after this?"
>"After? No, I guess not..."
"You want to grab some food? I'm starved."
>Octavia looks a little uncomfortable at your gesture, and glances down at her hooves for a few seconds before responding
>"Umm... sure, yes. Just... I can't stay out too long."
>You blink in surprise and confusion
"Why not?"
>"I have, uh, something important to do tomorrow."
"Oh, alright. Well, we'll make the most of the time we have now, right?"
>Octavia agrees, and the two of you gather your things, and head out
>Fancy is absolutely delighted by the stack of music you hand him, and bids you goodnight with a big horsey smile on his face
>The wind hits you full in the face as you step out the doors, pulling at your hair and making a mess of Octavia's mane
>You pull your jacket tightly around you, trying to keep the air from sapping your body's vital heat
>Octavia's installed wheels onto her cello case, and now pulls the instrument along smoothly
"Any idea where you want to go?"
>She ponders that for a minute
>"Oh, yes! I know the perfect one."
>She quickens her pace, and you follow her and the squeaky rolling cello down the street

>>30633065
>She continues down a few blocks, before coming to a sudden halt in front of some gaudy, brightly-lit dress emporium
>You don't notice Octavia's stopped, and plow right into her, knocking her forward off her hooves
>"Oof!"
>She hits the ground and her bag flies open, scattering paper, books and other assorted objects across the street
"Oh, shit! Sorry!"
>You stoop down and help Octavia up
"You okay?"
>"Yes, yes, I'm fine."
>She begins frantically piling things back into her bags, not even bothering to stack them neatly
>You bend to the ground and help her
>However, Octavia seems to deliberately block you from helping, moving in front of you and continuing to shove things back into her bags
>She finishes quickly, shutting her back as she huffs
>You notice something she missed though, a small lump hard to distinguish in the dark
>Stepping around Octavia, you pick up the object, turning it over and bringing it into the light to examine it
>In your hands sits a small figurine of some sort of reptilian monster, like the kind you'd see in those old Kaiju movies
>Is this Octavia's?
>Quickly, she swipes the statuette from your hands, stuffing it into her bag, pink splotches on her cheeks
>Guess that answers that question
"Octavia? Are you into this stuff?"
>"N-no! It's... it's a present. For a friend."
"A friend?"
>"Yes! Just forget it, okay."
>Octavia puffs out her cheeks and stomps away, cello bouncing on the sidewalk cracks behind her

>>30633083
>Shrugging your shoulders, you follow the mare down the street, and after a few more turns, you arrive at what you assume is your destination
>The restaurant name glows red in stylized, vaguely oriental-looking letters: "Uma no Tabemono"
>No idea what that means
>But, at this point, you'd eat at a ghetto McDonalds if it meant you could get out of this cold
>You puff hot breath onto your hands as you step inside, and Octavia does her best to straighten her wind-blown mane back out
>A mare in a ridiculous-looking kimono outfit approaches you, carrying menus
>Wait a minute
>Japanese restaurant, Kaiju figure in backpack
>Is Octavia...?
>Oh, this is rich
>The waitress pony leads you to a lantern-lit table, and promises to return with some tea
>Octavia's staring at the ground, still blushing a little
>"I-I just like this place for the food."
"Huh?"
>"Just letting you know."
>Her hooves fidget in her lap
"Oh. Well, I think it's pretty cool."
>"Y-you do?"
"Yeah. They have places just like this back where I come from. It's kinda uncanny, when I think about it."
>"Really?"
>You nod
"I was never really into it, but still, this place and that 'present for your friend' are really cool. I'm glad you were lying about not having any hobbies besides music."
>You can't tell if Octavia's blushing hard, or it's just the weird light from the lamp

>>30633093
>The waitress pony comes back with a porcelain teakettle, and a tray of tiny little cups
>Seeing as you're the one with hands, you pour a cup for you and Octavia
>She gulps hers happily, and you try a single sip
>It tastes like leaves, and hot water
>Shocking
>Octavia seems to be enjoying it though, draining three cups while yours stands half full
>Looking for an angle of conversation, you pick up the menu
"So... what's good here?"
>You did not anticipate the lecture to follow
>Octavia's face lights up as she begins explaining the pros and cons of every single menu item
>"...and the teriyaki sauce is decent, but the flavor really doesn't stand out unless you get it on white rice..."
>Um, alright
>''... personally, I enjoy adding a side of seaweed with this one..."
>You really don't care that much
>"...and this one comes with sake, but you probably wouldn't want to drink that..."
>Wait, what?
"Sake?"
>"It's a Japa-neigh-se alcoholic drink. You probably wouldn't like it."
"Me? Not liking alcohol? Please."
>Octavia scoffs
>"This stuff is way too strong for you. You need to build up a tolerance first."
"Oh? Try me."
>"Alright, Anonymous. If you can even finish even two shots, I'll pay for the entire meal tonight."
"You're on."
>Octavia extends her hoof, and you shake

>>30633100
>You place your orders shortly after, and wait, staring Octavia down
>This tiny little horse honestly thinks she can out-drink you?
>Oh, you can't wait to prove her wrong
>The food arrives, along with your beverage, and several stylish little shotglasses, emblazoned with marks you assume are Japanese characters
>Octavia takes the bottle, and pours a glass for each of you
>You take yours and make a big show of taking a whiff of it
>Octavia gulps hers down without a second thought
>You swirl it a few times in the glass, before pouring the liquid into your own mouth
>It tastes like lighter fluid and death
>You barely manage to force the drink down your gullet, coughing as it burns on the way down
>Octavia has her hooves pressed over her mouth, barely containing her laughter
>What the hell?
>Sake isn't supposed to be this strong
>You pick up the bottle, and examine the label on the back
>'130 proof'
>Oh
>Octavia finally loses control, collapsing onto the table in a fit of laughter, her entire body shaking
"Why the hell didn't you tell me it was this strong?"
>"Because it's funny!"
>She snorts, and you can hear her hind legs kicking at her chair
>"Don't forget, you've still got one more."
>She looks up at you, grinning devilishly

>>30633110
>Ugh
>You poor the last shot, the liquid deceptively milky and inviting
>Octavia watches eagerly as you pour the drink down your gullet, wincing as you do so
>She giggle at as you clutch your chest, face red
>Man, that shit burns
"Alright. That's two. You're paying."
>Her grin widens
>"I was going to pay anyway. I just wanted a little extra entertainment."
"Oh."
>Well, you got played
>But, to be honest, you're not that mad about it
>In fact, you're enjoying this laid-back, fun-loving side of Octavia
>Especially after all the tension between you two lately, a moment like this...
>...it's perfect
>Octavia's dug into her food now, somehow managing to use chopsticks better than you
>You begin devouring your own meal, once you're stomach has settled from the super-strength sake
>Octavia continues sipping at the alcohol, though you can't tell if she's trying to show off, or if she simply enjoys it
>Both, probably, knowing her
>The two of you make small talk about music, and different gig stories
>Octavia tells you about some of the over-demanding, snobbish ponies she's worked for
>And you fill her in on the state of the seed, underground clubs that hire extra-dimensional aliens
>She gets so wrapped up in bitching about the orange-ish pony from Quarter Note's, who is apparently named 'Harshwhinny," or something, that you don't even realize that the restaurant is shutting down around you
>You hold up a hand, interrupting Octavia, and gesture towards the door
>She nods, and follows you outside, after leaving a stack of bits on the table

>>30633118
>The wind hits you like a tidal wave of frigid air, chilling the both of you
>Octavia looks a little loopy as she walks, but she's maintaining herself pretty well
>You walk on in silence down the street, hoping to come across a cab
>The only sound is the howl of the wind, and the crackling flames in the street lamps
>Until Octavia speaks
>"Did you really mean what you said back there?"
"What did I say?"
>"You think it's cool that I'm a little... strange?"
"Of course I meant it. It'd be boring and kinda depressing if you did literally nothing but play music. And it's not strange, Octavia, it's cool. Really cool. It's part of what makes you such an... interesting pony."
>Octavia smiles a little
>"Anonymous, you are the world's biggest sap."
>Now it's your turn to blush
>"But really though, it... it means a lot to me to hear you say that."
>She shivers a little, involuntarily; the temperature seems to be dropping as the night progresses
>You remove your jacket, and place it around Octavia
>She looks up at you, surprised by the gesture, and shrugs her withers
>At first you think she's trying to get the coat off, but she wriggles into it so that it fits more comfortably, continuing to walk as if nothing had happened
>Until she notices the rock banging against her hip
>"Anonymous? Why do you have a rock in your pocket?"
"Oh, um, it's nothing."
>"Well, I'm taking it out."
"Okay-- wait, no!"
>Octavia's already removed the stone, and gives you a confused glance before looking back down at it
>She notices the marking

>>30633122
>You wouldn't think a horse could turn pale, but you swear Octavia does exactly that
>"Anonymous, are these... are these the ponies who threatened you? And me?"
"Yeah..."
>"What exactly have they done?"
>You explain to Octavia about the rocks
>"Oh, Celestia... Have you gone to the royal guard?"
"Well, uh, I kinda heard they weren't that big of a deal, so..."
>"Not that big of a deal? Anonymous, this is one of the fiercest, most dangerous groups in all of Equestria. You absolutely need to tell someone about this."
"Alright, I will. First thing tomorrow, I'll inform the guards."
>"You mean you're going back to your apartment?"
"Well, uh, I guess. I don't really have anywhere else. Vinyl's, maybe."
>Actually, Vinyl's store is probably locked, and she's probably either out partying, or passed out in a drunken stupor
>Octavia's brow creases
>"If... if you really need to..."
>She looks like she's chewing on gravel as she forces the words out
>"You could... stay... with me?"
>You stare at her, thinking you misheard
>"Just for a night, I mean! Don't look at me like that."
>Octavia turns away, hiding her face in the collar of your coat

>>30633130
"Um, are you sure that's okay?"
>"Yeah, I'm sure it's okay! It's just you spending a night at my house, it's not..."
>Octavia stamps her hoof
>"Ugh! Let's just go."
>Confused, but a little excited, you follow after her

>After about five minutes of uncomfortable silence, the two of you finally find a cab
>Octavia gives him her address, and the driver speeds off
>Whereas Fancy lives near the center of the city, Octavia appears, like you, to live near the outskirts
>When the cab finally stops, you think there's been some mistake
>Octavia lives in a complex almost as run-down and dull as yours
>It's... really not what you expected of her
>She seems a little embarrassed by it too as you the two of you step onto the pavement
>"It's just temporary."
"Huh?"
>"I'm just living here for now. It's temporary, it's not... not where I'm gonna be... just follow me."
>Octavia buries her face back in the collar of your coat, and tromps up the stairs, shifting the cello onto her back to carry it
"Need some help?"
>"Oof--- I'm good..."
>She grunts, and you can see sweat breaking out on her coat, despite the cold
>Without asking again, you grab the case off her back, and carry it
>Damn, you forgot how heavy this stupid thing way

>>30633139
>You reach your destination at the top floor: a dark-windowed apartment no different than the others
>Octavia struggles with her bags for a minute before pulling a keyring out with her mouth, and unlocking the door
>You step into the apartment, unable to see in the darkness
>However, you can already imagine how the place will look
>Everything stacked neatly on cute little shelves, stacks of music and books, everything pristine
>Octavia flicks the lights on, revealing your surroundings
>Damn, you were wrong
>Octavia's apartment looks like it just survived an earthquake; empty fast-food bags, crumpled cans of various pony drinks, opened books, and rumpled clothing lies strewn across the room
>The shelves are overflowing with stacks of sheet music, and other sheets lie crumpled on the floor amidst the other mess
>There's a TV in the corner, which lies half-buried in stacks of brightly-colored VHS
>Around the TV stand are scattered various figures like the one you found in Octavia's bag, figures of monsters, pony-shaped robots, and even figures of other, regular ponies
>The walls are so covered in crooked posters you can't even see what color they are, and the only seat in the living room is a couch littered in even more wrinkled pony clothing than the floor
>Octavia looks mortified as she looks between you and the room
>"I-It doesn't normally look like this! I swear, I was just, uh, looking for something this morning, and..."
"No, no, it's fine."
>You step carefully across the minefield of belongings littering the floor, crossing it to the TV
"This stuff is really cool. What's all this from?"
>"Well, uh that one's from Horseshoe Crab vs. King Kolt, that one's from Attack of the 50-Foot Mare, that one's from Pone-dam Unicorn, and that one's..."
>Well, you asked for this
>Octavia seems to completely forget her initial horror, and begins giving you the grand tour of her living room

>>30633146
>And when you say grand, you really mean it
>She explains the origins of every single poster, figure, and goes over the wide array of VHS
>"...and this one is called 'Power Ponies vs. The Tentacle Being.' Want to watch one of them with me?"
"Hmm?"
>Octavia's tapping her forehoof sheepishly against the ground
>"I mean, you're already here. Want to watch one of these with me?"
"Umm... sure."
>Octavia practically skips over to the TV and pulls a video precariously from a stack
>"This is 'Seabiscuit vs. the Hyper-Dimensional Space Ooze.' It's one of my favorites."
"Sounds great?"
>You're starting to get a little weirded out by Octavia's sudden burst of childlike passion, but you hope it lasts
>She trots back across the room, and throws the clothes off the couch, motioning for you to sit down
>"I'm going to make us some popcorn!"
>She rounds a corner into a darkened room you assume is the kitchen
>God only knows how bad the mess is in there
>You settle back into the cushions, still trying to take in the sheer amount of stuff present in this room
>Her couch is surprisingly comfortable though, for existing in such a messy place
>Octavia returns with a bowl of freshly-popped popcorn, it's warm buttery aroma filling the room
>Even though you've just eaten, you mouth waters
>She sets the bowl down on a pile of pony-shaped frocks, and puts on the VHS
>Returning, she plops herself onto the couch, barely a foot to your right
>You recall a time when she sat as far away as possible from you on a park bench
>Damn, things have changed
>The title flickers onto the screen, accompanied by a fanfare of music
>"Oh, wait!"

>>30633156
>Octavia jumps up, and runs to across the room to turn off the lights
>She sits back down, slightly closer than before
>You become physically aware of your heartbeat
>The movie's title segues into some cheesy explanation of the origins of the Hyper-Dimensional Ooze or whatever, complete with terrible special effects
>Seriously, this is a world populated by magic and dragons, they couldn't create a decent ooze prop?
>Octavia's eyes are glued to the screen, it's multicolored images reflecting in her violet depths
>You wish you were as interested
>The dialogue is all in some weird horse version of Japanese, and reading the subtitles gets annoying
>You look down from the screen, and notice that Octavia's hoof is lies on the couch only a few inches from your hand
>Oh shit, is this a good idea?
>You remember how she acted last time you showed any romantic interest in her, and you really don't want to fuck this up…
>Eh, no, focus on the movie instead, you can't muck up your relationship with Octavia again, especially since you just made up yesterday
>But her hoof is so smooth, so lonely there on the couch; it just begs you to reach out and touch it
>And the movie is so damn weird
>Your fingers begin to creep toward Octavia's hoof again
>God, you hope she doesn't get mad…
>"Ooh, this is the best part! Look!"
>Octavia springs up on the couch, pointing frantically toward the string
>On it, a pony in a unitard and goggles is struggling with the rubbery ooze prop from before
>The music swells, and Octavia stomps the cushions with her hind legs in excitement
>When the fight finally ends, she flops back onto the couch, giddy
>And her hoof just happens to land right on top of your hand
>She tenses for a moment…
>…and doesn't pull away
>She settles back into the couch, letting her hoof rest there
>Cautiously, you reposition your fingers around her hoof, laying it's bottom against your palm
>It's just as smooth as it looked

>>30633168
>The screen flickers again, bringing up a second horse-Japanese title
>"*This is part two*
>Octavia whispers
"Oh. Cool."
>The two of you begin digging into the popcorn, you eating with your free hand, Octavia burying her muzzle in the bowl
>You try harder to focus on the movie this time, and, to be honest, it's kind of enjoyable
>In an incredibly cheesy way, at least
>Octavia's reactions to each goofy fight scene are the best part
>She seems so excited, so happy
>The movie ends, and you find yourself actually enjoying it's big, silly ending, involving the unitard-clad hero dropping a meteor onto the ooze before hurtling it into the sun
>Octavia bounces on the couch, grinning, eyes glued to the TV
>The credits roll, and the glow from the screen diminishes, rendering you and Octavia as only flickering outlines in the dark
>You can't tell quite what she's looking at
>Your thumb begins stroking along her hoof, feeling both it's hardness and her soft fur
>She seems to lean a little closer to you
"Octavia?"
>"Yes, Anonymous?"
>You place a hand against her cheek, turning her head to face you, and slowly begin to lean in
>Octavia mirrors your motions, bringing her mouth in close
>You feel a brief puff of her breath against your chin before your lips meet
>They're soft, and quiver slightly under yours
>She must be nervous
>Octavia's breath is sweet, yet a little musky
>But the smell, like her, is addictive
>Your thumb subconsciously strokes her cheek, under her eye, as your other hand stays clasped around her hoof, giving it a little squeeze

>>30633183
>Octavia pulls away, but slowly this time
>"Anonymous…"
"Yeah?"
>"It this… is this right?"
"What do you mean? Of course it is."
>"I don't know. We're supposed to be partners, professionals, and…"
>She glances away
>You sit back, wrapping both hands around her hoof in a gesture of reassurance
"Octavia, I won't act like I can tell what's gonna happen to us. There'll be trouble, and probably even some danger. But I like you. A lot. And if you give me a chance… I think we both could be very, very happy."
>Octavia closes her eyes, and her breaths deepen
>"Tomorrow morning. I'll give you my answer then."
>Part of you wants to argue, but it's overruled by a part that doesn't want to see this moment end
"Okay. Tomorrow."
>Wordlessly, Octavia stands up, beginning to make her way down the narrow hallway leading out from the living room
>"Good night, Anon."
"Night, Tavi."
>She smiles a little at your use of her pet name, and continues, disappearing from view
>You collapse back against the couch, an entire day's worth of composing, stress, fear, and now this new whirlwind of emotion hitting you at once in a wave of exhaustion
>Damn

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>>30633480
that's cute

>>30633528
hue

>>30633528
>expect lewd
>get smugd0nk
Honestly wasn't disappointed.

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Is Rocktavia allowed in this thread?

>>30637565
i'd say yes. she cute

bamp

>>30638583

>>30637565
Sombra?

Bubump

>>30640667

>>30644507

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Look who it is!

>>30645566
aww yiss

>>30645508

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>>30647812
NOT FOR LEWD

>>30648320
Only for you.
Kidding.
Only for me.

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>>30649402
Not for lewd, cuddles at most

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>>30649809

>>30647812

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>>30651691

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>>30653162

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>>30653953

>>30656274
best hat pic

>>30651691

>>30658411

>>30658930

>>30562599
That's a really lovely picture

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>>30659716
Fitting, for such a lovely pony

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Tell me anons, how would you win the heart of your waifu? bonus if it'd actually work.

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>>30661757
I was a music major in college, so that should be able to help me a bit.
Maybe woo her with my mediocre at best knowledge about music theory and the cello. Try to develop an Equestrian classical music taste as much as I can and maybe try to discuss composers with her, given that she doesn't think I'm a repulsive monkey. Maybe take her to see a marching band or another symphony, I dunno. Try to win her over with my charms and good looks

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I haven't got my 'Tavi folder with me today so I'm very limited in how much tea I can drink in white space.