//------------------------------// // 2. // Story: The most perfect eyes // by StormShadow //------------------------------// Uugghhhh. Dude, literally, NO ONE here is good looking. I mean, that mare over there is pretty hot, but she's stuck up. I do NOT like that. And check out THAT chick! Her hair's gotta be like, 5 hooves tall! That's bucking weird! Anyways, I'm here setting up. Gotta get my speakers, my discs, my boards....glasses? Glasses. Got it. It's about 6:30 p.m, though, and there seems to be some drama. I remember hearing from one of those fancy-ass stallions that the wedding rehearsal was going on...Don't see what the point in rehearsing is. Well, I mean, with a wedding, anyways. I rehearse my ASS off. Gotta make sure that my music sounds good, my speakers sound good, and that I look good. I mean, you ever see any girl go down on some low-class performer? No sir-ee, you haven't. Man, is that cake? That cake looks fucking orgasmic. I want to take that cake and shove it so far into my- What the Hell...? Who is THAT. I lower my shades, and stare at this chick. She's toting a cello behind her, and has got two dumb ass looking colts following her. She looks snooty, too. But she's...she's positively gorgeous. And I don't mean skanky gorgeous...I mean drop-dead, "Holy shit, that's a model" gorgeous. She's got this mane that's jet black, and it's like I'm looking into the night. Her coat is this kick-ass tone of gray, and it's...it's so smooth, I can't take it! I have GOT to get this chicks number. I pull my glasses back on, and walk in her general direction. I'm planning the scenario as I go. "Hey, babe, name's Scratch. What's yours?" "Oh, it's I'msobeautifulitmakesyoureyeshurt." "Wow, great name. And nice bow tie. I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor, though." "Oh, Scratch! You're so dreamy!" Then that mare'd rush up on me and taste my creamy white deliciousness. As I'm nearing her, I see that she's struggling. Her hooves aren't made for that. She's so tiny, so...so dainty. So...damn, what's that word...elegant. "Hey, can I uh...can I help you with that?" She looks at me. "What the buck did I just say? That's not what the plan was. Scratch, get your head in the game. Stick with the plan that ALWAYS gets them!" "I mean, er...y'know, if you need it. I mean, I'm not saying I don't want to help. I mean, it's just that, y'know. You look like you could use it, and I'd like to offer my-" She raises an eyebrow, and I realize that I'm stumbling. What the actual buck is this horse shit? Why can't I talk? "...services." "Well, uh...yes. Yes, I'd like some help. It seems that a pair of certain STALLIONS aren't as useful as you are." I dunno why, and I can't really explain it, but wow...the way that she called me useful made me feel like I just drank a full thing of tequila. The two guys behind her jumped, and gave guilty eyes, before rushing towards her. "Oh no, you two. It's not use now. I'll let Ms. uh...Ms..." "Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch." "Ah, then you must be the DJ?" Holy chipotle sauce, she new my name. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm playing at 9." "Oh, well, isn't that pleasant? We were just on our way to the castle. We're playing, as well, and we're meant to be there for the rehearsal. Though, we're not needed till the end. However, even if we DID speed..." She didn't stop there. But I stopped listening. I don't mean that rudely, I mean, it's like...I can't focus on what she's saying. It's like her words are music. Each word another beat, and each sound a lyric. Not to mention that damn sexy accent. Wait a sec, did I just think that? Like, seriously. "Her words are music?" What the buck is that? And I can't even talk straight, either! What the actual fu- "Er, Ms. Scratch?" I snapped out of those gay-ass thoughts. My lover needed me. MY LOVER? WHAT THE FUCK. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm just a little bit side-tracked..." "It's alright. However, if you're to help me, and forgive me if I seem to be rude right now...But er, I really do need to hurry." "Yeah, no problem! Yeah, lemme get that for ya..." I used some of my magic to lift it up for her, and I followed closely behind, allowing her to lead. And I uh, miiiight have checked out dat ass. And what an ass it was. ----------------------------------- Well, this young woman seems quite polite. Though, I must say, her mane is a bit...eccentric for this type of party. You'd think she'd have had enough sense to comb it a small bit better.... "No, Octavia. It looks incredible like it is. You've been hanging out with your mother to much." Ugh. I suppose you're right. It DOES suit her. In fact, for a DJ, she's not bad looking. "Shut up, you know she's gorgeous." Well, I suppose...she HAS got that 'wild' look about her... "And that's JUST what you're looking for, is it not?" Well, yes, I guess you're right again. I feel that part of my head quiet down. It's my voice of reason, you see. The voice that reveals what I REALLY want, so I don't allow myself to use the judgement of others to guide me. This Vinyl Scratch WAS very pretty...and her glasses...she needed to take them off. I need to see those eyes. I bet they're a bright green. I love green eyes. So entrancing, and so much like the grass, which felt so soft on your back... "Uh, I...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?" The young mare said it as a question, and, I must admit, it startled me. I had been in my own little world, allowing my hooves to guide me to the route I walked often. "Octavia. It's...it's Octavia." "Octavia, huh?" "Yes." We stared at each other. Why couldn't she move those damned glasses? They're making this so difficult... "*ahem* Well, uh, can we go now, Octavia?" Johnathan asked. I couldn't tear my eyes from the solid white pony in front of me. "Yes, Johnathan. You two go ahead. I wish to speak with Ms. Scratch for a few moments." "Well, uh, alright." I moved the slightest bit to allow them past us. "So, uh...you...wanna talk to me?" What the hay was I doing? Why DID I say that? "Well, uh...I don't normally don't DO this, but...would you perhaps be interested in-" NO OCTAVIA. DO NOT ASK THE FOLLOWING QUESTION. "In...?" Vinyl asked, her eyebrows visible above her purple-tinted sunglasses. "In...in...playing a certain song tonight? When you are er, performing, that is." "Oh." Her shoulders went down, as did her eyebrows. She sent out waves of disappointment. But, why? It's not like she could even POSSIBLY feel the same as I do. It's not as if she could ever love me. It's not as if she could ever want to wrap those gorgeous white hooves around me as we tumbled through my apartment, a glass of champagne in each of our hooves.... Octavia! Get yourself together. "I mean, if you do not accept requests, I unders-" "No, no! It's fine! I mean, sure, what's the song?" Shikes. I hadn't thought of that. Damn, what's a popular song now-a-days? All I can come up with are things on my cello. Damn it! "Uh, how about-" CRASH. "What the fuck!" Vinyl said, nearly dropping my cello from her magic. My eyes widened at her language, but I myself was quite shocked. I had jumped several feet back. That sounded like an explosion... "Did you hear that?" I asked. She looked at me, and I know that if she hadn't been wearing glasses, her eyes would've rolled in a 360 degree motion. "Pretty sure everyone in Canterlot heard that." "Oh, har har- AGH!" A small pony-like thing came crashing down towards us. It spiraled inwards, and hit the ground with a large bang. Scratch and I looked up simultaneously, then back towards each other. -------------------------------- What the fuck was that? What the fuck are those? What the fuck is all this?! Little black pony things are flying around everywhere! Octavia's just run behind me. I can't lose sight of her, though. This is already dangerous. These things are spiraling out all over town. In fact, one of those little bitches just smashed down about 50 feet from Octavia. Oh, HELL no. "Hey, buddy! Get the BUCK out of here!" I screamed in its general direction. It turned and stared at me, and Octavia gave a little yelp. It started moving towards me, then I saw 'Tavi catch his interest. ...Tavi? What the.... The thing leaped up. OH BUCK THAT! I throw myself in front of the grey Earth pony, and hit the thing in the side, right as it was about to come into contact with her. I was NOT letting her get hurt. Vinyl, what the Hell. You would've bolted by now. This chick isn't anything to you. She's not even interested in- Doesn't matter. She IS something to me. "Vinyl!" Tavi screeched. I look, and see....I see ME. There's an identical me staring at me. What the actual...what? "Hey, what's your deal, man!" I ask it, stomping a hoot in front of me. The voice that comes out is identical to mine, and so is the hoofstomp. It was a little more than creepy, I admit. But I was NOT letting my guard down. My voice came out of this thing, and I didn't like it what it had to say. "Move aside. Let me have the girl." "Hell no." We stared at each other a few more seconds, and I realized that Octavia was shaking behind me. I could feel her fear behind me, coming off her in waves. Glorious waves that I'm sure accentuated the nice move of her flank when she walked.... No, Vinyl, FOCUS. Focus on her ass. No, focus on your copy-cat. No, her ass! Doo it...think about it... No, brain, go away! Okay, focus, focus, here we go...take a step forward. "You've no choice, feeble pony. Move, or I move you myself." "Come at me." Apparently that thing takes those kind of comments literally, because next thing I know, I've got ME on top of...of ME! --------------------------------- Oh, nonononononononono! No, I've got to help her! She's fighting that creature by herself! C'mon, Octavia, get yourself together! Think, think, THINK! "Ouch, you son of a bitch!" THINK, OCTAVIA! Vinyl is getting hurt, think, think, THINK! .....Am I mentally ill? My cello! Of course! I pick my cello up off the ground with my forehooves, and then come into an immediate problem. Which one was the real Vinyl? "Get the fuck off me, you piece of shit!" Found her. I swung the cello with everything I had, making direct contact with the skull of the white mare on top. It cracked, and I heard a scream, but no curse words. It flew a few feet backwards, and I heard it hit the ground. I couldn't be bothered to look, though, for my eyes were only on the pony laying in front of me. Her mane was messed up, and her coat now dirty. She lay on her back, head resting on the ground, and groaning. "Oh, Vinyl!" I whispered, kneeling down. She'd be okay, that much wass clear. But she had a few wounds, some cuts and minor bruises. Nothing to serious. "Are you okay? Some of those hits look like they hurt." "Well, they didn't feel good, I'll tell you that." I smirked. Not many people used sarcasm around me. It was a perfect place to let my best side out. "Really? It seemed like you got a sick kinda kick outta getting beat." She shifted her head towards me, her mouth slightly open. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, and it was like the sun raising over the horizon. I couldn't help but laugh. It was just so...so beautiful. Indescribable, actually. She started laughing, too. Eventually I was on the ground with her, our sides bumping. Then, we hear more screaming. ------------------------------- I jump up off the ground. There were screams coming from all directions, and in the distance, ponies were being attacked by both duplicates of themselves, and the little black things. "Vinyl, what do you suppose we do?" I stare at her. Her eyes are boring into mine, and I've lost the ability to coherently think for a few moments. Then, I finally manage to shrug, and say: "Hide."