You know Vinyl Scratch. Everypony knows Vinyl Scratch: Cocky, sure of herself, parties all night and likes her music loud and the beats louder. And talking about herself in the third person.

What? It's fun.

Okayokayokay... so anyway, you're wondering how I first met my better half, right? (And don't tell her I called her that, 'cause she'll rib me about it me all day.)

Well, the whole thing kinda began somewhere you'd never expect to find me: The opera house.

I kid you not.

You'll never understand a pony until you walk a mile in their horseshoes. Or more appropriately, until a magical goddess forces you to switch bodies with the other in an effort to force the lesson upon you. That's right, its a body swap fiction! Starring everyone's favorite musical ponies, Vinyl and Octavia! (Partially narrated by Princess Luna)

Octavia is going broke. With not many high paying jobs this time of year she opts for a roommate. And this particular dubstep loving unicorn will turn her world upside down.

My second multi-chapter fic. Tell me what you think. Teen rating is more for stuff being said, but if something does come up I will mention it at the beginning of the chapter.

Edited and proofread by MIKEANTHONY321. Thanks for the help

Octavia has hit rock bottom. After the Gala and being forced to play that song, she was cast out by high society. Now she must gather the shreds of her pride, only to have to swallow them to work under the only pony that seems willing to hire her. Now it's time for her to make a name for herself all over again, and she's determined to make it no matter what, even if she has to start over from Scratch.

Octavia Philharmonica is a desperate mare. Her involvement in the ill-fated "pony pokey" at the prestigious Grand Galloping Gala has left her blacklisted among the elite of Canterlot who form her clientele. Faced with the possibility of being evicted from her apartment for inability to pay rent she decides to take a temporary job at a local nightclub. Of course, she's never set hoof in a club before and has no idea what she's getting involved in . . .

After realising her dream was not playing in the Canterlot elite Octavia moves back to Manehattan. Though how will Vinyl react when her former best friend in the world comes back after not having spoken in five years? Will their relationship ever be the same, or have they both changed?

A/N After I had to cancel my old VinylxTavi fic I decided that I would start a new one. There's really no similarities from the last fic to this so don't fret if you have not/have read it. Now I'll have to give a huge shoutout to NotTheOP for editing my story once more. That guy is my savior!

A series starring everyone's favorite music duo, Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Philharmonica. There are no alien invasions, no epic battles, no larger than life heroes or villains. Just a few stories of love and d'awws.

When Octavia and Vinyl Scratch decide to combine their respective musical styles into a new genre that will celebrate not only their talent, but also their unique bond, they feel confident that they're the pioneers of the new age. So when the two find their music challenged by another pair of musicians, they set out to make sure that theirs is the best. However, the rival two aren't bad artists themselves, not to mention they’re certainly not… of the same persuasion as Vinyl and Tavi. In the snow-wrapped streets of Manehattan, can they risk exposing their new found -and still taboo- relationship, or will they be doomed to second place?

Incredible cover art by JackiePhantom13! DA: http://jackiephantom13.deviantart.com/

EQD!!
Link: http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/04/story-mixing-relationships.html

Octavia and Vinyl Scratch couldn't be happier together, but the cellist's friends can't seem to see why. When Octavia has an important meeting, will the mare that's stolen her heart seal the deal for better, or for worse?

Hello, my name is Octavia, and in only one short year I managed to climb my way up to the top of the world of classical music. Where I was world renowned for my masterful showings of the most beautiful songs created by composers over the eons, but now I play my beloved cello for mere spare change, taking shelter at night in the empty doorways of the back allies of the city that never sleeps....