The midnight moonlight crept through the curtains, illuminating the room within. Eerie protrusions burst forth from the floor and walls, casting grim and wavering shadows that seemed to stalk their way across the room. Octavia had never enjoyed nighttime, her night sight had never been something to shout about. Sadly, Vinyl’s room was full of all manner of debris, casting irregular pony-shaped shadows onto her imagination.
The problem being, of course, that Octavia couldn’t sleep. But an hour ago, this had been something of an advantage during the nighttime activities. Now, though, it kept her mind turning over the same niggling doubts, snowballing them into overbearing worries and trepidations. She glanced at her...partner. She supposed that was the correct term, was it not? It had been a worryingly infrequent label that she had been unable to apply to many other ponies. Yes, the insufferably idiotic- yet practically saintly - mare laying beside her was her partner. Octavia felt assured of this fact.
She shifted once more, moving into a more comfortable sitting position, as opposed to awkwardly laying enveloped in Vinyl’s embrace. It had started as being perfectly comfortable, but in Octavia’s current fitful mood, she soon found the itch to constantly readjust her posture to remain comfortable. She stared out of the window, the curtains that were hastily pulled closed before the lesson began were still hanging ajar, fluttering softly in the breeze.
Of all the sky available, the moon had taken the lion’s share. It hung in the ethereal blackness, softly glowing amongst its confederacy of glimmering stars. She sat for a moment longer - or so it felt - watching the celestial body’s imperceptibly slow movement across the sky. A half hour bled away as Octavia gaped at the stars, trying to surmise the shapes and intentions behind them. Maybe Luna herself had hidden the answers to her subjects’ questions amongst the stars, if Octavia only took the time to search them thoroughly.
“Hey, Octy...trouble sleepin’?”
Octavia sharply turned, barely containing a surprised hiss. Vinyl almost leapt out the bed at the sudden movement, caught halfway through blearily rubbing her eyes with her forehooves.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Vinyl chuckled, still groggy with the stupor of sleep. The moonlight caught her eyes at a sharp angle, bouncing their image in all their scarlet beauty to Octavia.
“You had no problems with keeping me awake a little while ago. Why you still up? Thought you’d be the early to bed type.”
Octavia playfully dug a hoof into Vinyl’s stomach, eliciting a soft, “oof,” from the other mare. She toyed with her hooves for a moment, until Vinyl’s characteristic impatience overtook her less characteristic manners. Octavia found a concerned pair of eyes cresting the horizon of her sight, as Vinyl crawled over to sit next to her.
“Octy. Are you okay?”
Octavia slowly turned to Vinyl, unaware that her worry was so evident to the outside world. She wasn’t shivering, nor were her eyes particularly dulled with the pallor of her trepidation. However, despite her almost poker-winning facade, Vinyl could identify the signs. The subtlest twitch in her left ear, the most minimal pause before each sentence, the way in which her eyes would drift from their target for but a second before being snapped back in place.
Vinyl had - much like flocks of birds who foresee incoming disasters - found the clues, and took the necessary action. Octavia felt the uncertainty in the hug, and returned it without hesitation. She almost crushed Vinyl’s ribs with the sheer pressure of the embrace, not releasing her for any feasible period of time.
“I’m just...I, I want to ask you a question, Vinyl. I...need, your answer.”
The embrace slackened ever so slightly, before Vinyl redoubled her efforts. She leaned closer, whispering her reply into Octavia’s ear.
“Anything you need, Octy, I need.”
“Where...where are we going with this, Vinyl?”
Vinyl’s brain froze, barely able to work her own counter-question into her sentence out of a sludge of foal babble.
“I don’t get what you mean.”
Octavia released the hug, furiously jabbing a hoof at herself and Vinyl.
“Where are we going with this? Us...where are we going Vinyl?”
Vinyl experienced something rare, that night. For every argument there was a counter-argument, no matter how simple the comeback was. For every joke, a chuckle and a compliment. For the first time in her admittedly short memory, Vinyl had encountered a sentence she had no immediate reply to. One that she felt required far more thought than she could give in such a short timespan.
“I...I don’t know, Octy.”
Octavia’s breath caught in her throat, attempting to seal off any access to her lungs. She glanced at Vinyl accusingly for a moment, mouth agape with superfluous shock.
“But...I thought you had been here before. You said you’d been with countless fillies and colts in your younger years.”
Vinyl gave a small laugh, more out of necessity than mirth. A short, sharp, almost tragic laugh.
“Yeah, and think how long they probably lasted. Sure, I had some fun, but I never remembered any of their names afterwards...never even found out half of them in the first place. Those...those weren’t the same. Not like this. Not like what I have with you.”
Despite herself, Octavia smiled. Her worries were still there, though for but a moment they were set aside in her mind.
“Look, Octy. I’ll hold my hooves up, I’ve been playing it by ear. Most ponies I get close to find some other filly a week later, and go post-to-post all their lives. I don’t have a plan, and that’s most of the fun with you. I get to take each day at a time, be happy I got them, and be happier I got them with you. It’s like...exploring, except now we can do it together, and face what’s out there, together.”
Octavia snuck the tip of her hoof into the corner of her eye, deftly removing a tear before any attention was brought to it. She leaned forward, lightly pecking Vinyl on the lips. Even in the pale light of the moon, Vinyl’s white coat reddened noticeably.
“Well, I suppose we’ll have to search this all out ourselves, then. I should have known coming to you for advice and closure would be a fruitless effort.”
“I dunno, I got some apples in the kitchen. Too late to eat though, Octy.”
Octavia chuckled, finally settling down muzzle-to-muzzle with Vinyl. She brought her body close, loosely embracing her with a free foreleg. A posture she could remain comfortable in, thankfully.
“Good night, Vinyl.”
“Night, Octy, make sure you grab some beauty sleep. You could use it.”
Octavia suppressed her gasp, eyes flicking open to find a wry smile rendered on Vinyl’s face in the faltering moonlight. She shut her eyes, burrowing her head further into the pillow to gather more comfort. Her own little smile flickered over her lips, an early warning to the wary Vinyl.
“Says the pony to whom beauty is as prevalent as intelligence.”
“You know, Octy. It’s nicer if I pretend that one’s a compliment.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Vinyl.”
* * * * * *
Octavia wrapped her forelegs around Vinyl’s midriff, vainly attempting to heave her away from the doorway. She dug her hooves into the ground to gain leverage, finally loosening Vinyl’s grasp in a crashing, two-mare pile up. Octavia slowly brought herself to her hooves, donning her most sincerely disappointed facial expression.
“Look, you have to come shopping with me, whether you like it or not.”
Vinyl attempted to hide behind herself in a rather convoluted foetal position, groaning into the paving slabs and old chewing gum.
“I don’t like clothes shopping. Come on, we just went to your rehearsal, can we just go home?”
Octavia dug her hooves in further, metaphorically this time. Her disappointment became a saddened pout, and she made sure to force her eyes to water with awaiting tears. Vinyl glanced at the imminent and purposeful downpour, and released a resigned sigh. She got onto her hooves, noticing how the tears rapidly evaporated, and a smile unfolded on Octavia’s face.
“There we are! You need a new Gala dress, Vinyl. I won’t take no for an answer.”
Vinyl chuckled, falling in line beside Octavia.
“You’re a manipulative mare, Octavia. That move just then was nasty.”
“A mare does what she must, Vinyl. Besides, you’ve pulled the same trick on me many a time. You’ve become an accomplished user of the puppy eyes maneuver.”
Vinyl slung a foreleg around Octavia as they walked down the street, giving a tight squeeze before she released her hold.
“I guess that makes you my faithful student, Octy. Besides, I already have an outfi-.”
“If you’re suggesting you appear to the Grand Galloping Gala in that tin foil outfit, then don’t say another word. There are old Doctor Whoof episodes that would be embarrassed to use that.”
Vinyl took her turn to pout; lowering her head a few degrees, removing her shades, and ensuring Octavia was treated to a panoramic view of her glistening, watery rubies. Octavia noticed the attempt to sway her opinion, and turned away, scoffing at the sight of it.
“It doesn’t work if I just did it to you.”
She turned back, the very same eyes were still staring at her. Vinyl was nothing if not determined once she set her mind to a task. Octavia occasionally likened that mentality to a cavepony rubbing sticks together for fire. Vinyl often didn’t enjoy this view once she realised Octavia was implying she was simply bull-headed.
“Look, Vinyl. We have to get moving, if you’ll just...”
Vinyl’s stoic pouting achieved new levels, Octavia wasn’t sure that amount of tears could be dammed any longer.
“Alright. If you come with me, I’ll make it up to you later on.”
Vinyl decided to play this round cagily, still keeping the safety off her tear strewn eyes.
“How are you gunna do that?”
“Well, I’ll do you some...favours. Later on.”
For reasons that cannot be explored at this time - due to the potential of young fillies and colts reading this fiction - both Octavia and Vinyl shared a wry, knowing smile with each other. Vinyl drained away her alligator tears, adopting a sprightly spring in her step as she trotted to the Canterlot shopping mall that awaited them both.
“Y’see, Octy? That’s why you’re still my student.”
* * * * * *
After much searching, deliberation, and quick snacks in coffee shops, Octavia and Vinyl finally happened upon the appropriate shop they had planned to visit. They arrived laden down with several bags of stuff that they hadn’t planned to buy, but apparently the advertising departments of various high street shops had decided they should.
The boutique itself was a large and flamboyant affair, lavishly decorated in things that looked very expensive, and Vinyl noted, not very hard to fit in a saddlebag. It was also rather extravagantly tiled, ‘Un Magasin qui est Vraiment Sympa,’ which Vinyl’s rudimentary French had very little understanding of.
Octavia scoffed at the name, before nudging open the door and allowing Vinyl entry into the room. Immediately upon entering the boutique, they were met by a seemingly aristocratic mare, her navy blue form shrouded under layers of pompous and extravagant dresswork. Octavia felt that she had taken it upon herself to be a one-mare mannequin for her designs. More to the point, it seemed she aimed to advertise all of them at once.
“Well good afternoon, ladies! I’m Toile Chatoyante, and this is my Boutique Magnifique!”
Octavia shied away from the overbearing salespony approach, before carefully extending a hoof to shake Toile by. She released a slight sigh, noting the pent-up excitement in the other mare’s shake.
“Good...afternoon to yourself, too. Myself and my friend were looking for Gala dresses, I was wondering if you had any designs that would suit?”
At once Toile’s eyes lit up, a canvas and pen appearing from a backroom amidst an aura of midnight blue magic. The pen danced in the air, sketching lines that flowed as gracefully as the pony they were intended for. An avatar of multi-tasking, Toile was in the process of stitching the very same dress together with her magic as she drew it, until Octavia cut her off with a confused query.
“Miss Toile...what are you doing?”
The swarm of myriad objects and fabrics halted in midair, the ethereal blue magic holding them in place. Toile turned around from the midst of her artistic fervour, apologetically blushing.
“Oh, I’m ever so sorry to have rushed ahead. All my dresses are hoof made on demand, I have a talent for telling sizes at a glance, and what would suit a mare. For example, your choice to wear a pink bow tie shows you wish to draw attention to your eyes, so I have designed your dress to do the same.”
Octavia idly toyed with her bow tie, unsure how to respond to the insight to a thought process she wasn’t even aware of. She had simply felt her bow tie looked...nice. Vinyl snickered slightly in the background behind her, as Toile returned to her work.
A mannequin had been brought to the centre, the various pieces of fabric and clothing forming in the air above it before plummeting onto the wooden form like birds at the sea. In this manner, a dress most elegant began to form. A long, flowing gown grew, jet black frilled with vibrant pink, that coated the rump. The forelegs of the mannequin were enveloped in knee-length socks, a dim, slate grey topped with a subtle, pink frill. On the left ear a small rose of beautifully folded fabric was perched, and a necklace set with a morganite in its centre was draped over the neck.
Toile stepped back, a set of scissors and a needle and thread her only remaining tools. They nipped away at some areas, and extended others, refining and perfecting her work. Octavia stepped forward as Toile deferred to her, allowing Octavia a full view of her work. Carefully, Octavia caressed her dress with a hoof, eyes floating over the design. It was truly a breathtaking sight to see something so personal created so quickly.
“Feel free to try the dress on, I would not expect you to purchase one without having worn it beforehoof.”
Octavia broke her gaze away from the garment, nodding. At once the dress was lifted off the mannequin, and the miasma of midnight blue magic took Octavia a full hoof off the floor, affixing the dress onto her. It was something of a disorienting experience to say the least, but it had achieved its intentions, and Octavia was carefully lowered to the floor fully clothed.
She felt it necessary to parade the outfit, noting how the way the silky socks hugged her forelegs was almost too enjoyable, and the outfit overall flowed perfectly with her own movements. The entire piece weighed barely more than a feather in her mind. She turned to Vinyl, who had been giving her more than one appreciative glance throughout the parade, and was currently stood with her mouth slightly agape in a some amazed smile.
Octavia executed a quick twirl for Vinyl, ending with an inquisitive glance. Vinyl took a moment to regain her faculties of speech in order to convey her thoughts to Octavia. Thankfully, her social acceptability faculty was also in place.
“It...you look...great, Octy. Just beautiful.”
Octavia blushed, an action that the pink of the dress accentuated even more.
“Well, I think that’s that one definitely bought. Now, Vinyl, I do believe it’s your turn.”
Octavia began the process of removing her outfit, a task that went unaided while the fashionista in the room was otherwise occupied. Vinyl stood forward, an aura of blue stealing her shades away and moving them to sit atop her horn. Toile simply stood for a moment, intently sizing up her task.
“Intriguing that you choose to hide such striking eyes. They are truly your greatest asset. Hmm, There should be a piece on the head, to bring them out to the onlooker, while the rest of the body should blend with the mane to frame them. Yes! I have it!”
Toile’s once dulled eyes lit up with inspiration, the swarm of fabrics and equipment were thrown up into the air, congregating around the mannequin as they began to work. As before, a gown was formed, though this time it was a darker affair. The torso was clad in deep black with a red band at the hip, while the rump was then covered with a piece that extended to hoof level, midnight blue and trimmed with a series of pink musical notes.
More unfolded, an almost neck scarf-like piece; shimmering cyan, with a deep, black musical note set into the centre. Finally, a ruby red rose was created, a carefully folded affair much like Octavia’s that was set atop the mannequin’s head. Toile finalised her design, the last pieces falling into perfection as she heaved deep breaths from the exertion.
Octavia had removed her own outfit in time to see Vinyl’s being fitted. Vinyl was somewhat less co-operative, and fidgeted as Toile put on her outfit. Not that it seemed to affect the fashionista’s worryingly acute magical capabilities. Vinyl was once more levitated down onto the floor, where she tottered unsteadily in her new outfit.
She turned to Octavia, who emitted a sharp gasp. Whereas she had always found Vinyl’s eyes alluring, now they were truly mesmerising. The dress almost seemed like a magnifying glass to them, drawing all focus onto the bright eyes that awaited her verdict.
“My...well, it is possible to make you seem cultured. You’re simply...breathtaking.”
Octavia noticed a small smile from Toile in the corner, as Vinyl gave her a customary twirl. Octavia also noted - in a thought pattern she didn’t often champion as her most eloquent - that the outfit also accentuated Vinyl’s curvy form in a most flattering way.
“Well, I guess that means you’ve got yourself two happy customers, Toile. Isn’t a pair of smiles the best payment you can get for your art, eh?”
Toile chuckled, a glassy, fluid affair like a teaspoon stirred in a cup.
“Indeed, but the rent pony doesn’t accept smiles as payments. I can offer you a couple’s discount, if you’d like.”
Octavia coughed, blood rushing to her face as Vinyl nervously scraped a hoof across the ground.
“Heh, you figured it out, did ya?”
Toile smiled, already writing out a receipt with a spare quill and parchment.
“Like I said, my talent is in sizing up a pony, or ponies. You two just seemed....it made sense to create dresses for you both together. It’s rare you get a pair that trot through that door and shine together as you do. Now, about my payment.”
Vinyl chuckled, reaching into her saddlebag for her money, while Octavia blushingly did the same. They both glanced at each other as they paid, faces burning, though they were both aware the other was laughing inside.
This chapter seems so purple
Very well done, a thousand internet points for you towards the continued writing of this story.
Is this Rarity's mentor? I just have to wonder... seems so much like her.
more!
Fourth Wall has been shattered
Excellent work my friend
Great Work Bravo!
meraviglioso io non vedo l'ora di vedere più da te
i had to put that in itallian it just seemed very appropriate i eagerly anticipate every new chapter
This fic is... There isn't a proper adjective to describe it.
I'll settle for awesome.
Loved it!
Finally a new chapter!now... MAKE MOAR
105691 true. stil it is a beutiful part. i hope someone is making a drawing of it.
Rarity's got competition.
Awesome part. Buut there could've been something when Octavia said me and m friend. Vinyl could've looked hurt or said something, or a part beforehand where they agree to hide it from others. Or is that what the last chapters were about? Idk.
Pore Rarity. I think Spike need to burn down that shop. I am not calling it a Boutique.
Nice chapter, I like how vy.... wait there going to the Gala, Pore Octavia, she has no Idea of the pink nightmare that's going to find her
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
Fantastic job!
*puts the store's name into a translator; chuckles at what comes out*
The only thing that could make this chapter better? Actual art of Octavia and Vinyl in their dresses.
106223 Hmmm.... I thought that that gala was in the past... And Octavia's getting a dress - which she obviously didn't wear at the Gala when she performed, and isn't she going as just a guest this time?
... It's been too long since the last time I read this. Drat!
106416
Pony-feathers. I think you might be right.. well only one way to find out. Time for a reread
Very well written. Plenty of detail without it being excessive.
But I would love to see the actual dresses for Octavia and Vinyl.
Just as a random side thought, it must be hard to avoid clop with shipping like this. It's almost expect to have clop like scenes in a story with two lovers of this caliber.
Not that if one were to appear I wouldnt read it *cough* Raging-Semi *cough*
oh sweet celestia a new chapter!
106424 You, my good brony, have read my mind. ^3^/)*(\^6^ Brohoof.
106486 Just so you know, you can manually delete all comments on your stories that you don't like. And I agree, you shouldn't have to rite clop into this just for the sake of one or thirty readers. As I always say: 'Don't mess with perfection, and you'll always be flawless.'
106614 *Brohoof*
He all have heard of the NWO, well Its time we start the PWO
awesome, update! i completely forgot about the story, so i read through like the last 4 to get in :D
Awesome story as always, my favourite Octavia/Vinyl shipfic
ONE REMARK THOUGH: As a French reader, I would suggest you to change the name of Toile's boutique. Un Magasin Vraiment Sympa fits much better IMO, because the French Language tends to remove the relative clauses more often.
Anyway, keep up the very good work !
106486 I don't think he was asking you to write it. Hense the whole Ragingsemi cough thing. If you're against flop then you probably don't know that raging semi is a prominent clop writer. Regardless please
Don't stop uploading to this site it makes it so much simpler to read then deviatntart or eqd and this is a great story
I tend to agree with Lucefudu; this chapter is written in a tad more eloquent a manner than usual. I see that as a nice touch, though, and I hope to see more in the coming chapters. As always, your writing is beautiful.
However, I'm a little bit concerned that you may be playing their relationship as a bit too peaceful, especially considering the difference in personality. Sure, there have been little obstacles here and there, but they've all been easily resolved and haven't made much impact on the direction of the story. These last few chapters have been a pleasure to read, but I request that you consider adding more turbulence to the story before it begins to stagnate. Nothing terminal, of course, but something that will take some effort for our mares to overcome.
106416
Well, this is obviously set after the original Gala, seeing as how Lyra wasn't at the last one. Which is explained why earlier in the story... or am I the only one who came to this conclusion. Either way, I'm loving this story. Let's keep it goin!
Well, that's it. I'm done. I'm hanging up my keyboard for good as I will never write as good as this. God damn, Coffee, this is amazing!
107519 Yeah, I know this, mate. Kinda my point there. I just wasn't exactly 100% sure if I was correct.
This is the only mlp fanfic I've reading and the only shipping fic of any kind I've read. So that's a compliment I stayed up the other night fininshing this fic
But I must say please add in some conflict like the how everyone reacts to them as a couple
I love this story so much!
Definitely my favorite TaviScratch shipfic ever. Know why? BECAUSE IT'S A-MAAYYY-ZAAAHHHHHHH!
Curses I just caught up
Truly excellent work. This started as my first serious MLP fanfic read, and quickly became my favorite, and VinyTavia became my OTP. The only criticism I can offer is that this chapter didn't have a whole lot going on in it, and you broke the bloody fourth wall.
I held off on reading this story, such a bad decision! It was a great read up until now and I await your next chapter.
Keep at it, you're doing a fine job!
ok. i've never been into shipfics. especially not pony ships. i can do shipping, just not as a main focus. THIS STORY, however, has slowly been changing my views. maybe its just that im cool with Octy/Vinyl pairings, but whatever. good on you for it. just felt like i needed to say this
i loved it cant wait for more
awsome, i would love to see a drawn pic of the two in their dresses
This story makes me smile!!!
this story made me a fan of pairing Vinyl Scratch with Octavia, its that good!
Is it just me, or does Two's Company, Three's a Crowd seem like a perfect sequel to this?
This story dramatically increased in quality from Chapter Nine onwards.
It's because of more grammar problems and the lack of any real struggle or premise. You resolved the sexual tensions. Why should we still be here? There's only minor subplots left, which aren't exactly things that bring all the boys to the yard. The Gala doesn't strike me as important because there's no reason for Octavia and Vinyl to go other than desire, and there's nothing stopping them.
Fantastic with minimal problems at first, now meh.
only one more chapter? I am sadness.
106486
I respect you for not wanting to write clop, and you shouldn't write it just because some people would like to see it. There was enough implied in this story that readers who have even a shred of imagination could imagine a few steamy scenes if they so wished. The mystery is far more arousing than an outright description anyway...
Dat shop name 'The shop that sells very nice clothes'
Not to rain on the parade that is this story, but this-
-made no sense. I get the pony puns, but in literal context imagine how silly it would sound if this:
"Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor who?"
"Exactly."
turned into this:
"Whoof are you?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"Doctor whoof?"
"Exactly."
Wait...
So your story features a "Doctor Whoof" show and a "Doctor Whooves" character.
"The perfect disguise is hiding in plain sight", eh?
Oh for God sake! Stop with all those pony/horse pun already!