The new, the old and Anon Part 2

>Vinyl's answer came by way of you finding yourself suddenly catching and shelving every single item she had pulled down.
>Cans of soup, boxes of wheat crackers, apple preservatives and a jar of peanut butter you swore you had hidden better.
>Clever little pony.
>Satisfied that the impending culinary disaster was averted you and the DJ stepped outside into the midday sun.
>Sappy as it sounded you were still awestruck by the clarity of the sky and clouds. Manufactured weather for you.
>A few pegasi were fluttering by in the air, one paused to wave at you before dashing off after something out of your vision.
>You took several steps before it dawned on you that you were missing the company of a particular white unicorn.
>She was standing in the still open doorway, a massive grin plastering itself across her features.
>You knew that look, you knew that look very well.
>Resigning yourself to whatever was about to happen you ask the question that will get it all over with.
"You want to ride on my shoulders again don't you?"
>Wordlessly the mare nodded, lifting up her signature shades to toss a wink at you.
>Those cardinal eyes! They were just as bad as Octavia's lilac ones. Both could melt you with a look.
>Fuck.
>Your sigh was mostly for show, no doubt several neighbors were gawking openly from barely drawn curtains.
>Strange ape creature lets a pony ride on his shoulders? Scandalous!
>Dropping to one knee you held out your arms as the mare trotted to you still without uttering a single word.
"Come on then, before I change my mind and toss your white ass in a pond."
>Again, mostly for show.
>Scooping her up in your arms you carefully set her on your shoulders, her back legs dangling down your chest.
>Vinyl wasted no time in getting comfortable and wrapping her fore hooves under your jaw lightly.
>For all intents and purposes you now had a unicorn helmet on your head, judging by how she rested her chin on the crown of your head.
>Daaaww. Adorable.
>Stopping to close the front door with your new cargo safely secured, you start the short walk into Ponyville proper.
>For obvious reasons Vinyl and Octavia lived slightly on the edge of town. Well you too now.
>Glancing up you barely caught the tip of Vinyl's horn and blue fringe bobbing above you.
>Her grip had relaxed but your head was now serving as an arm rest. Well hoof rest.
>Suddenly you found the white mare in your field of vision, having leaned over enough to give you an upside down smile.
>Gravity tugged her glasses down revealing her red eyes as she spoke, "You are the best, you know that right dude?"
>Snickering at the pony you rolled your eyes while responding.
"I thought I was the only one who could keep up with you?"
>That smile on her face beamed but it disappeared briefly while she pressed her lips to your forehead.
>"Exactly bro!" the mare continued on while the smile returned ten fold to her face, "Think of this as a trade for the ride I'm going to give you later."
>You were glad she leaned back up as your face flushed hotly. Hopefully she did not notice.
>Wait. You felt an unfamiliar damp spot flare into being on the back your neck.
>It wasn't hot enough to sweat and you hadn't been walking that long either.
>Your brain clicked the thought together with a large mental clack.
>Ah. Vinyl had noticed your blush. Something to look forward to tonight then.
>Stepping into the busier streets you remembered why you liked this strange land of technicolor animals.
>It was peaceful. Serene in many ways. Everyone was friendly to the strange ape. Perhaps intimidated at times but still friendly.
>A whole rainbow of ponies thronged the streets, many of them giggling at the sight of you and Vinyl.
>They all expected a certain amount of peculiarity from you and the DJ. Piggyback rides included.
>Several mares and stallions called out to you in greeting and you responded in kind to the ones you knew. Vinyl catching the ones you didn't.
>With foot(hoof?)traffic increasing, you kept a hand firmly attached to one of the mares legs. Vinyl had stellar balance but you'd never forgive yourself if she fell.
>And Octavia would kill you. With her cello.
>Slowly.
>Your long strides were halted by one of your legs suddenly turning very pink and very happy. A pair of eternally giggling blue eyes looked up at you in complete wonder.
>You had just enough time to prepare your ears for the verbal assault of Pinkie Pie, "NOONNNY! OhmygoshIhaventseenyousinceyesterday! Whatareyoudoingintownagaindidyoucomeforlunch?! OhohohcanIcomewith? IalreadyatebutIcouldagain!"
>Several more long winded sentences with no breaks pummeled your ear drums as you stood there with a patient smile on your face.
>Meanwhile Vinyl was laughing raucously at the whole situation. You would too if Pinkie was smashing someone apart with words.
>Goddammit Vinyl.
>Eventually the noise stopped and the pink mare had an expectant look on her face. So did everyone within a five block radius. Damn this pony could project her voice.
"Hey Pinkie! You saw me last night at the party when you tried to juggle six bottles on top of a spinning record player. You saw me again when I caught you as you fell off a spinning record player while trying to juggle six bottles."
>This answer seemed to satisfy the pink ones curiosity but already you saw her winding up for another artillery barrage of sound.
>You keep going to preempt the next declaration of war on all languages.
"Octavia wanted to practice alone for a while so me and Vinyl are in town to get some lunch and check out the record store."
>That answer fulfilled what the pink bringer of destruction wanted to know because she unwound herself from your leg.
>For all of one point five seconds before she hugged it tighter than before.
>At least this time her sentences had spaces in them, "Okay Nonny! I just missed you is all! If you eat at Sugarcube Corner I'll give you two the best seats, promise!"
>Your patient smile turned genuine. As wholly chaotic as the pink pony was, she was equally as lovable.
>In controlled doses.
>Leaning down slightly you ran your fingers through the eternally pink and bouncy mare's mane, giving her head a soft pat.
>A smile so bright it could blind the sun splattered into being on Pinkie's face while she unwound her hooves from your leg.
>This time they stayed separate. That was a smile you couldn't say no to.
"Alright Pinkie. We'll be along there in a bit. But no impromptu party got it? This is just lunch."
>Nodding rapidly the party juggernaut began to trot away from you until you raised your voice again.
"I mean it Pinkie. No party! This is just lunch!"
>The pink mare nodded again while still displaying that star destroying smile, "Okay Nonny! No party just lunch. Oh wait could it be a lunch party for two!?"
>Those blue eyes snap to you questioningly but you respond with a firm shake of your head.
>It does not phase her in the slightest as the pink mare trots off and disappears behind a small throng of colts and fillies.
>Everyone around you sighs in collective relief. Yourself included.
>Vinyl had placed her chin back on the crown of your head, her fore hooves again latching together underneath your jaw.
>"Dude, we should totally get her at our next concert" the white unicorn goes on as you thread your way to the den of sugary confections and destruction, one Sugarcube Corner. "Can you imagine her doing the special effects?"
>You pause outside the door and try to suppress a shudder that draws a chuckle from the mare on your shoulders.
"Yeah. I can also see the fatality rate and hospital bills. Oh and Celestia banning us from ever hosting a concert again. Hell she'd probably throw us both into the sun. Or make us listen to Luna's poetry for a day."
>This time it was Vinyl's turn to shudder, "Bro I don't know which one of those is fucking worse."
>You smile as you duck slightly and enter the cake restaurant.
>By now the Cake's had become accustomed to you and Vinyl. Having Pinkie around likely speed up this process.
>Naturally they barely blinked when you showed up with the white unicorn on your shoulders.
>You were ushered to a table by Pinkie herself who had found the time to change into a french waiter outfit.
>Long ago you gave up trying to understand the why and how of Pinkie Pie.
>You dropped to one knee again and allowed Vinyl to slide off your shoulders into the chair which she did with noticeable reluctance.
>Taking your own seat you were not the least bit surprised when Pinkie was at the table edge waiting.
"A BLT and a glass of water for me Pinkie."
>Turning away from the pink mare you note Vinyl grinning at you again. She orders without ever letting her blue shades stray from you. "A grain shake and two cupcakes for me Pinks."
>The energetic waitress salutes unnecessarily and vanishes to do whatever it is she does, "One banana lettuce and tomato sandwich, two cupcakes, grain shake and a glass of water. Got it!"
>You'd kill for real bacon.
>But then the ponies would kill you so. Best to be happy with what you got.
>"Not a bad place for a date dude. Kinda cliche but I can work with it." the white mare across from you says, shaking you from your lust for red meat.
>You blink once and let a smile ghost across your lips.
"Afraid some other pastel pony will steal me away from you?"
>The white horn on Vinyl's head glows briefly as her trademark shades lift off her face and fold themselves neatly to the side.
>Her crimson eyes peer into yours for several moments, searching for something.
>Whatever it was she finds it and her grin softens into a knowing smile, "Nah. I'm the only one who can handle you, monkey."
>You smirk and as brazen as it was you had to admit she had a point.
>The Apples treated you like family from the start and Applejack herself had tried something more intimate with you.
>Eventually though the apple raising pony realized she wanted a family and foals of her own. Something you couldn't provide.
>Still she did leave it open for the future, in her words of "If yah ever find yerself bored'n restless, come on down an we'll pass tha time."
>You knew exactly what she implied.
>Go team monkey.
>Rarity was nothing but a business relationship, namely she tailored your clothes while keeping Vinyl and Octavia in fashionable attire for their musical events. Seems having Equestrias best cellist and DJ wearing your duds brings in serious bits.
>That and Spike had burned your eyebrows off one day after he watched you and Rarity playfully flirt together.
>It was kinda cute in a way.
>Pinkie Pie was Pinkie Pie. Nothing more to be said there.
>Fluttershy was too busy caring for animals and entertaining the dread wrym of Chaos himself to deal with you. Shy ones weren't really your thing anyway.
>Discord was a fucking trip. You got him to do the special effects for one of Vinyl's concerts.
>Discord is now banned from doing the special effects to any concert or event by order of Celestia herself.
>You are still in trouble over that one.
>You and Rainbow Dash had a rough start, your first meeting devolving into a knuckle dragging fist and hoof fight.
>Over missing teeth and black eyes the two of you had bonded like brothers.
>Eternally quarreling good nature brothers. You had the scars to prove it.
>Purple Smart was too busy being an alicorn. Except she always found time to make you write her friendship letters.
>Always.
>The rest of the towns ponies never really approached you beyond friendly interaction.
>Save the one named Lyra who always wanted you to touch her with your hands. Weird one that.
>So you were fairly stuck with the lunatic DJ and her regal cello playing friend.
>There were worse fates than this.
"You are absolutely right Vinyl."
>"No shit I'm right dude. Me and Tavi are different, you're different. We fit together."
>You couldn't argue with the white mares logic. She did make scary sense sometimes.
>Still you were unsure of Octavia's part in it. You knew she had feelings for you but they were always so...
>Controlled. Stamped down.
>You were used to devil-may-care from the unicorn sitting across from you.
>Voicing these concerns for the umpteenth time you settle in for the expected answer.
"I still worry about Octy though. Doesn't she want a family of her own? I can't really do that part you know."
>A loud exasperated sigh drifts from the music mixing pony, her cardinal gaze narrowing at your obliviousness.
>Shaking her head she elaborates, "Dude. Seriously? You still don't get it?"
>The involuntary shake of your head is the only response.
>Vinyl continues on after throwing her hooves up in the air and laughing sharply, "You are hopeless sometimes. We ARE her family you fucking moron!"
>Well you knew that much but you remain quiet while the unicorn keeps going.
>"You know I already tried to set her up with some stallions before. She doesn't want dick for a night, she wants love you idiot! She wants someone that does half of what you do for us. Someone to care." From somewhere a grin had crept back onto the DJ's face.
>You nod quietly and wait for Vinyl to finish. Again you knew this much.
>"She wants you dumbass.", the shades on the table levitate slowly, spinning around in place as the red eyed pony watches them.
>A quiet minute stretches on until she speaks again, "You know me dude. I don't want to share, fuck I hate sharing. Always have, always will. But for Octavia, I'll share for her. Her happiness matters to me as much as yours does. I'd rather have you both in my life than only one."
>Reaching up you pinch the bridge of your nose between a thumb and finger.
"So I'm a fucking moron."
>Vinyl nods and flashes you a genuine smile. "Pretty much yeah but your our moron. So that makes it okay."
>Despite everything you let a smile worm its way onto your lips.
>After being soundly thrashed with the new knowledge you mentally grope for something to say.
"That simplifies the fuck out of things doesn't it?"
>The unicorn merely nods again, still beaming that broad smile at you. "It fucking better! Still a bit pissed I had to tell you."
>"You'll make it up to me later.", Vinyl interrupts just as you were about to open your mouth to apologize.
>Somewhere during this time your food and drink had appeared before you with no sign of the pink pony herself.
>Best not to ask questions.
>Vinyl herself was happily sipping her shake and munching on cupcakes. When she caught your curious look she opened her mouth and showed you her food.
>Goddammit Vinyl.
>The rest of the meal passed by with amicable chatter, a few good nature insults and you showing her your food in revenge.
>You two really were made for each other.
>Rising out of your seat it dawned on you that there had been no bill, the DJ didn't seem to care much about it though.
>It wouldn't sit right with you though, so you had to poke the beast. Best call the demon herself.
>Quietly you whisper the spell that summoned her.
"Pinkie."
>Against all laws of physics and the universe the party maniac appeared before you, still in that same waiter outfit.
>Her smile reached to her ears, it was the kind of smile a serial killer would be envious of. "Yes Nonny?"
"How much do we owe you for the food?"
>Her answer seemed to make that smile grow, "Not a thingy-dingy Nonny! On the house!"
>This was a good answer since you forgot to bring any bits at all.
>Standing back outside Sugarcube Corner with the weight of Vinyl on your shoulders again you chuckled loudly.
"I suppose tonight will be one hell of a show then."
>Out of your sight the unicorn passenger nodded while displaying a wicked grin, "You have no fucking idea dude. No idea at all."
>Time to check out the record store and stall a bit longer for Octavia.
>You did promise Vinyl after all.
>The record store was a new addition to Ponyville proper, having sprung up a short distance away from the town square.
>A quick glance at the sky made you guess it was just after noon thereabouts.
>More than enough daylight left to get into trouble with Vinyl somewhere.
>Weaving your way around more of the technicolor ponies your ears began to tickle slightly with a high pitched buzzing noise.
>That noise sounded familiar but you couldn't quite place it.
>It was getting closer. Very closer.
>You only stopped walking when Vinyl bonked the crown of your head hard with a hoof, her other motioning down the crowded street behind you.
>Wincing slightly from the impact you blankly look around the scene trying to find whatever the hell she was pointing out.
>You saw it a minute later as a small pegasus filly rocketed past on a skateboard, her wings in constant spasm to propel her forward.
>In retrospect, maybe it had been a terrible idea to give Scootaloo that thing. Normally she didn't jump crowds of ponies or spin around solitary shoppers.
>Several ponies looked to you as the cause of this latest issue which you responded in a time honed gesture.
>You shrugged your shoulders and grinned.
>Having Vinyl on your head mimicking the toothy smile probably made things worse.
>Whatever fuck them. Scoots was happy as hell with that toy. You know because she keeps asking you to ride with her.
>One busted ass and white mare unable to breath properly due to extreme laughter fits was one time too many.
>The orange crusader did take your suggestion to wear a helmet though. It was a strong suggestion.
>Strong as in you explained to her what would happen to her brains if she hit anything. They'd be splattered across the ground and Cloudsdale.
>Satisfied that the mad skateboarder was far enough away you resumed your little trek along the now dusty street.
>Vinyl of course had to comment on this latest happening, "Dude. Giving her that thing was the best fucking idea ever."
"Right. And when she crashes and nearly kills herself everyone will beat down my door with torches and pitchforks. Blame the ape!"
>Leaning forward to bring herself into your field of vision, the mare on your head nodded as well as she could being upside down.
>"You did give her that skateboard bro. You and Dash are her fucking heroes now.", with the shades drooping down off her eyes, she threw in a wink for good measure.
"I've already got two mares in my life right now. I really don't need another one. Especially one as easily influenced as Scoots."
>Vinyl broke out into a hearty belly shaking laugh, you felt the reverberations through your forehead and neck. "Come on dude. In ten years you'd be all over that. Admit it."
>Raising an eyebrow you give the DJ a confused look. Were you two really having this conversation?
"One: I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you. Two: Ask me again in ten years."
>Reaching up with your free hand you cup the back of the mares head and let her fall forward a bit more.
>Enough to plant a kiss on her bemused lips.
"Three: I've only got eyes for you and Octavia. But goddamn Vinyl!"
>Always keeping you on your toes that one.
>Still chuckling at you the pony hoists herself back up with a little help from you, locking her hooves together underneath your chin again.
>More and more ponies began to slyly stare or outright ogle the pair of you.
>Guess they heard that whole talk.
>Great. That'll be another friendship letter before the day is done.
>Fuck that might be an involuntary meeting with Celestia herself.
>You can't even imagine how to talk your way out of that one.
>Goddammit Vinyl.
>You waved to some and greeted the ones you knew. Vinyl stayed silent but you would swear she was grinning again.
>Nearly jogging now you finally make it to Ponyville's only music store, The Spinning Record.
>Unoriginal but so was the sign above the doorway. A vinyl record with Vinyl Scratch's face on it.
>Gee I wonder why.
>Ducking enough to clear the doorway with your unicorn headgear you step inside the shop proper.
>As far as stores this one wasn't too shabby.
>Rows and rows of shelves lined the walls, stuffed to the brim with far more music than you would expect from this insane world.
>Musical instruments of all types and makes were displayed in the center of the store.
>A few had ponies playing them experimentally. Most badly.
>What bits of open wall you could see was plastered with layers of posters from a slew of different bands.
>You saw Vinyl's face on one of them and Octavia's on another. For some reason that made you chuckle.
>All of this was watched over by a very bored looking mint colored pony with an almost blindingly bright cyan mane who barely glanced your way.
>You didn't need to wander around in this place, your musically inclined passenger was directing your efforts here.
>A hoof tap here, a nudge there and you were motioned toward things that caught her interest.
>Selecting a record was equally as easy, thanks to fingers and a pony who knew exactly what she wanted.
>Before long you had a small collection floating lazily around your head.
>This prevented you from noticing the increasingly stalkerish stares from the mint mare at the counter.
>Eventually the few ponies who were mauling the instruments left, leaving just you and Vinyl with the other mare.
>This fact took you by surprise when rounding a corner you found said mint mare staring at you with pin pricks for pupils and a unhealthy grin on her face.
>She seemed giddy as she finally spoke, "A-Are you Anonymous? Really? Here in my shop?"
>Now this type of behavior wasn't unknown to you, hell you were a circus attraction for the longest time to these ponies.
>Something about this one though, it spoke of less savory undertones.
>That or the way her wild eyes kept darting from your face to your hands and back again.
>Involuntarily you took a step back, trying to match the mint mares unsettling look with something much more normal.
"Yep that's me. The one and only funky monkey. Did you need something?"
>Up on your head Vinyl lifted her shades up enough to squint slightly at the spastic pony, "Holy shit Lyra is that you? You look all kinds of fucked up!"
>That seemed to snap the cyan maned mare into some semblance of sanity, her eyes focusing again on the pair of you and not just you the human.
>Lyra shook her head quickly, "Oh hey Vinyl! No I'm fine. Good. How are you? Just been a boring day in the shop is all."
>Her name sounded familiar but it wasn't until you caught her again not so slyly ogling your fingers you truly remembered who she was.
>This was the same mare who had leaped out of a second story window at you while screaming "HUMAAN".
>It did a number on your popularity for a while.
>Taking a step closer Lyra continued on without prompt, "So what brings you and this fine specimen called Anonymous here?"
>The mint mare was giving you the look, the look of 'I want to slice off your hands and attach them to my hooves because of reasons.'
>You however did not know what that look meant but it seemed like trouble.
>A fact confirmed perhaps two minutes later when in the middle of you answering the pony she did a fucking leap at you.
"Well we were just looking at re-GAH!"
>Your exclamation was echoed by a higher pitched yelp from above you. What the fuck Lyra?!
>Instinctively both of your hands shot out and caught the flailing mint mare at arms length, gripping her tightly underneath her fore hooves.
>A look of complete bewilderment mixed with lingering surprise etched itself firmly to your face.
>The look on Lyra's face was significantly different. And perverted.
>Her smile was larger than Pinkies. This fact mildly concerned you.
>Unhelpfully she seemed to shudder in your grasp, her golden eyes rolling back into her head.
>What the fuck, did you kill her?
>Standing there you felt extraordinarily weird. Vinyl was silent on your head. This one was too out there for snide comments.
>Almost immediately the mint mare snapped back to herself, her eyes closing lazily only to reopen and stare blankly at the ceiling.
>Lyra felt like putty in your hands, her fore hooves trying to wrap themselves around your wrists.
>"Oh sweet Celestia they are better than I ever imagined." mumbled the blissful cyan maned pony.
>On top of your head Vinyl started laughing. The hard echoing laughter of someone who just got the cosmic joke. "Lyra you are such a fucking freak!"
>Weakly Lyra waved a hoof at your mocking helmet, "Don't care. He's holding me in his hands. Best. Day. Ever."
>This is your life now. Surrounded by technicolor weirdos.
"What the fuck Lyra? No seriously what the fucking hell?!"
>The perverted smile on her face softened into a much more socially acceptable grin. "Best. Day. EVER."
>It was only now that your nose decided to alert you to a particular scent. Heavy on the mint, almost overpowering with a hint of cool metal.
>Glancing down you are afraid of what you will see.
>Finding it does not improve your outlook in any way shape or form.
>Lyra was soaked from the pelvis down with a slowly expanding puddle beneath her.
>Evidently being held in your hands caused her so much pleasure she had an involuntary orgasm.
>You have no words for this.
>There are no words for this.
>The white unicorn on your shoulders however is having a field day with it. She is cackling so hard you are afraid she'll tumble off.
>And then there's the mare Lyra herself who is content to be held there, dangling above the floor with a smile splattered on her face and her mind in another place and time. "So worth it. So very worth it."
>You just wanted to browse some records and maybe take a few home.
>Not fulfill a pony's weird sexual fetish about hands.
>Attracting the weird seems to be in your blood in Equestria.
"Goddammit Lyra."
>Gingerly you step around the puddle of mint marecum on the floor. It sparkles like some kind of toothpaste.
>That is not your problem right now.
>Carefully you walk the leaking mare back to the counter and place her on top of it. Vinyl is currently dying of laughter on your shoulders.
>Immediately Lyra collapses into a boneless heap, her golden eyes following your every movement with rapt attention.
>The pony tries to open her mouth to say something but all that comes out is a heavenly sigh laced with mumbled words, "Do-Do you w-wanna come over l-later?"
>"Make it stop! Oh fuck me make it stop!", you feel a pair of hooves suddenly link together underneath your jaw when Vinyl buries her face into the crown of your head. She's having trouble breathing now.
>You shake your head and pry Lyra's loose boned hooves from around your arms, mildly alarmed when they flop limply to her sides.
"Maybe another time Lyra. You gonna be alright?"
>Nodding on a neck made of jelly, the mint mare smiles again. "Totally. I haven't came that hard in months. Everything is j-just great."
>Picking up a pair of record cases you make your way to the door, hesitating as the cyan maned mare is still just sort of laying there.
"I'll pay for this tomorrow. That okay Lyra?"
>"Okay. That's fine. Everything is just fine.", her golden eyes still follow you like a hawk but that smile is still there. You'd swear it just got bigger again.
>Back outside you shut the door behind you with no small amount of relief.
>That relief quickly fades as the other two members of the Cutie Mark Crusaders trot up to you. "Hey there Anonymous!" came their greeting in unison.
"Hey there Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, what brings you two into town today?"
>Vinyl finally removes her face from your head to wave a hoof at the fillies, "Wassap girls?"
>Sweetie giggles softly but Apple Bloom just looks at you confused as she asks, "Why is Vinyl on yer head?"
"Adult beverages and poor life choices girls."
>That remark earned you a light thwap on your head from Vinyl. "What the monkey means girls is that I'm so awesome he questions his very existence before meeting me."
>Grunting as you rubbed the sore spot you nod this time, keeping a straight face when the unicorn pins your hand under her hoof for a second.
"Yep. Always questioning it."
>"Okay, if ya say so. Sweetie and I were about ta go check out tha instruments inside. Scootaloo is comin' too!"
>Still working on their butt marks. Still causing chaos and destruction each time. Some things will never change.
>However this poses a significant problem due to you leaving a particular mare in a particular position with a particular mess.
>Shit.
>Blocking the doorway with your body you reach up and boldly flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed'.
>Now to think of a good excuse.
"Sorry girls, Lyra had to err-step out for a bit. Yeah. She asked me to lock the front door while she headed out the back."
>The collective 'awwing' sound nearly broke your heart. Better to disappoint them now then have them stumble in and see Lyra doing...
>Whatever it is Lyra does. Likely touching herself at the thought of your hands again.
>Fucking seriously.
>Leaving the pair of fillies to argue about what to do next, you and your DJ passenger skirt a wide path that will take you as far away from them as possible.
>Glancing up at the blue tinged sky you sigh, the sun was noticeably lower now.
>A familiar pegasus waved to get your attention before rocketing off into the distant horizon.
>May as well head back home before you have anymore adventures in this damned town.
>Sticking to the track that leads you back, Vinyl suddenly squeezes your head hard. "Nice save dude. We'd be in all sorts of shit if they walked in there and found...that."
>You agreed readily, reaching up to blindly run a hand through her neon blue mane.
"Bad enough Scoots looks up to me. We get into enough trouble on a daily basis without adding in that lot."
>You were not the least bit surprised when Vinyl nipped at your fingers.
>Blunt teeth or not a pony could hurt if they wanted to.
>You however couldn't really do the same to her. Hooves being harder than teeth.
>You tried once.
>It had resulted in a chipped incisor and a rush visit to Colgate.
>The unicorn had naturally capatlised on the situation, calling you a crazed cannibal that only ate hooves.
>That too did a doozy on your popularity for a while.
>It involved letter writing too.
>Goddammit Vinyl.
>You thought she would never stop snickering about it.
>Revenge would be swift and total.
>With your fingertips still smarting you reached up and grabbed a solid handful of her white pony flank.
>You squeezed hard but the made only chuckled.
>"Really dude? You know I like that. Getting ants-", she never finished because you pinched instead.
>Hard.
>Hard enough to turn her white hide blood red.
>It felt like she yelped loud enough to be heard in Canterlot and nearly leap the entire distance there from your shoulders.
>A victorious smile crept onto your lips as you let go of the abused pony's rear.
>It grew wider when you heard Vinyl's voice, "You are so paying for that later monkey."
>Leaning forward to bring her red eyes into your field of view she tried to accentuate her statement with a glare.
>It didn't work at all as you tugged her down a bit more and pressed your lips to hers in a hard and searing kiss.
>You only broke it when her fore hooves began to beat a message on your chest. A thin strand of drool linked you two still.
"I look forward to it."
>For once the DJ had nothing to say, merely flashing you the most devious upside down grin ever seen that day.
>Matching it easily you helped the mare sit back up firmly on your shoulders while closing the last bit of distance to your home.
>Pausing outside the front door you let your grin water down into a simple smile. It felt like your home now.
>Both mares who lived there wanted you in their lives.
>Reaching out to open the front door you immediately became aware of a small note stuck under the door knocker. Lifting up the simple ornament you unfurled the paper as Vinyl leaned a bit further out over your head, trying to read it along with you.
>The note had "Backyard - Octavia" written on it in a steady, flowing script.
>You could of told who had written it from the penmanship alone. Perk of writing so many letters you supposed.
>On your head the white mare chuckled quietly and used the crown of your head as an armrest, planting her chin in her hooves. "Suspicious as fuck. This outta be good."
>You however rolled your eyes at her comment, folding up the note to stick it into a pocket for later.
>It was about a third of the way there when an image nudged your brain. Did the 'i' in Octavia have a heart drawn over it?
>No that's stupid.
>The day Octavia started doing cutesy stuff like that was the day Luna learned how to write poetry that wasn't an act of terrorism on the language.
>So never.
>Whirling about on your heel you navigated around the building towards the small fence that marked the homes backyard boundaries.
>Since it was built for ponies, you opted to step over the thing. The gate was on the other side anyway.
>What awaited you there however, was utterly unexpected.
>Octavia had set up a pair of chairs on the ornate stone porch that ran the length of the house with a third one facing the other two. Her cello was in its stand close by.
>A handful of simple bows and ribbons had been hung from the rafters here and there, all made of white silk.
>The grey earth pony herself was leaning against a railing towards the far side, holding a glass between her hooves carefully.
>She turned upon hearing your not so subtle walking, and Vinyl whistling loudly on your head.
>You think it was more the whistling.
>That smile from earlier was still there. No, it was stronger now.
>It was absolutely beaming as her violet eyes sought out your gaze.