//------------------------------// // Being Octavia Is Suffering // Story: Octavia's Suffering // by TotallyNotAnyone //------------------------------// Octavia Philharmonica was not having an ideal day. First there'd been that mess, that argument with Vinyl, her roommate. She hadn't just been able to drop her thoughtlessness, even when Vinyl had left the house to go to work, she'd followed her to continue it, to try to hammer home just how Vinyl made her feel when she treated her that way. The argument had continued to the outskirts of Ponyville, into the woods and then, somehow, Vinyl had given Octavia the slip, and now Octavia was alone with how she felt. It was a feeling that was hard to describe, a tenseness, a stony lump in her stomach that was impossible to ignore. She looked around at the trees surrounding the dark path and sighed... no, nothing she could do about it out here, it simply wasn't an option, and began the gruelling trek back to Ponyville, but even halfway there, she realized that she needed help. But who could help her? She couldn't go to just anyone... and honestly she was a bit of a recluse, she knew precious few of her fellow ponies. Octavia bit her lip as her stomach clenched again. There WAS someone she could ask for help, she didn't know them, but she knew of them. Six ponies who were always there for Ponyville when it was in need, for any mare or stallion, filly or colt, maybe one of them would have the kindness in her to help a mare she barely knew? Even as this thought entered Octavia's head, she rounded a bend in the path and saw Fluttershy's house. Her heart lifted and she cantered onwards eagerly, perhaps she could put this entire thing behind her faster than she'd expected. Fluttershy was clearly the sympathetic ear she needed, the pegasus who had time even for the birds and trees. Plus, Fluttershy didn't strike her as the sort of pony who'd just babble about Octavia's problem to every passing mare. Trying to push down the way she felt, she went up to the front door and knocked. Politely. From inside she could hear Fluttershy quietly whispering to someone, no doubt some poor animal she was caring for. Octavia sighed, she'd clearly made the right choice in planning to appeal to this particular, compassionate pony. Then came the sound of soft hooves on the floor, and finally the door opened. "Um, hello?" Fluttershy asked, clearly not recognizing Octavia. Octavia had hoped that she would, it would make things much easier, but she shouldn't have counted on it. "Fluttershy?" Octavia asked, suddenly bashful, and prepared to continue as Fluttershy nodded. But then she looked over Fluttershy's shoulder, and her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Lying there, right in the middle of Fluttershy's living room, was about the one thing that Octavia had never expected the yellow Pegasus to have in her home. The dog was flat on its back on the table, legs spread wide, head lolling, tongue out, and sprouting practically upwards from between its legs was an engorged, red erection, proudly on display. "I... I... I..." Octavia choked on the words and almost lost control of herself, so shocked was she, but years of stern self-control kicked in. Fluttershy was briefly confused, but then followed Octavia's line of sight, "Oh! Um, it's... it's not what it looks like?" The pegasus said, meekly, but by then Octavia was already beating a hasty retreat down the garden path. That had been most upsetting, Octavia sighed as she headed towards Ponyville proper again. Fluttershy... engaging in... in... she shuddered. No, she wouldn't think of such things. But her image of that particular pegasus was definitely changed forever... ------------------------ Fluttershy sighed and shook her head as she closed the door. She didn't expect most ponies to understand what she did, she had a lot of trouble accepting it herself. But long nights over long years had finally allowed her to come to terms with it, that it might not be something she always enjoyed, but it was something she had to do. After all, what other pony in Ponyville loved animals enough to do it? Calmly she returned to her patient and scratched the dog behind his ears, rubbed his tummy. It always made her feel better when she reassured herself that she wasn't doing any harm, she was helping. She still couldn't help but blush when she saw... it, though, no matter how many times she'd done this. She couldn't really blame Octavia for her reaction. She was stalling, though, it was time for Fluttershy to do her duty. With only a little bit of hestitation, Fluttershy got out her doctor's bag, found the scalpel and started to castrate the dog. It was tough being Ponyville's only vet. Especially for someone who liked animals as much as her. ------------------------ Next on Octavia's path was Sweet Apple Acres and her heart lifted, even though the pain inside was getting almost unbearable. Sweat was springing out on her brow with every step, and it took everything she had to not simply give in, release her agony to the world and not care who saw or heard it, but if there was any pony she trusted to help her right now, it was Applejack. The element of Honesty would harbor no dark secrets and, certainly, a robust, worldly mare such as Applejack would know exactly how to deal with her problem, even if the solution was bound to be a bit less... urban than she preferred. Taking care to keep her hooves clear of the worst mud, she stepped around the large, red barn and came face to face with a scene she had not expected to see. Applejack was planted squarely on top of Rainbow Dash in the middle of the barnyard, the two mares squirming against each other, Rainbow Dash was saying something, but it was muffled by Applejack's massive, taut, orange rump. It was enough of a shock that Octavia almost lost control right then and there, but with force of will she managed to drag it back inside herself, and backed away. She hadn't expected to see this, not at all. One by one, her illusions of life in Ponyville were being shattered. ------------------------ Rainbow Dash struggled and came up for breath, "Get your orange rump out of my face!" She snarled, and struggled to keep Applejack off of her. She'd just dropped by to score some apple fritters when, out of the blue, Applejack had come charging out of the door and smashed into her, knocking them both to the ground, "You're crushing me!" With an unusually wobbly movement, Applejack raised herself off or Rainbow Dash, and then came crashing down again, though this time they were face to face. Her muzzle was barely an inch from Dash's, and her long, blonde ponytail had come untied, falling down around her head, around Dash's head, obscuring everything. All that was above Dash was Applejack's freckles and her large, green eyes, held half-lidded. Applejack's warm breath washed across her nose, and Dash took a deep breath. "Is that CIDER? Are you DRUNK?" "Shhhh, sug'rcube," Applejack slurred, "Ah... Ah got something 'portant t'tell ya." Rainbow Dash squirmed again, but there was nothing she could do to get the muscular pony off of her, "Well cough it up and lemme go!" "Ah... Dash... Ah..." Her head dipped, and for a moment their lips almost met, Dash's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parted slightly to respond, though she wasn't sure what she was about to say, but then Applejack finished, she revealed the secret that had brought her charging outside, into Dash's hooves. "Dash... Ah really gotta 'chuck." And then she did. Dash never touched the Apple Family's cider again. ------------------------ Octavia was starting to feel light-headed and dizzy, the pain inside was growing by the moment, the longer she kept it in, the worse it was going to get. But she couldn't give in. It simply wasn't an option. Instead, she took a deep breath and buried what she was feeling as deep as possible. With every step, though, she saw flashes of this morning, what had started it all, the confrontation with Vinyl inside the quaint cottage they shared. She wondered if any of the passers-by could tell what was going on inside her, whether they knew how she felt, she was sure they were all judging her, and she had to resist the temptation to break into a run and dash home to hide and go through her misery in private. And then she saw it, right up ahead, the Carousel Boutique! Fluttershy might've turned out to be a deviant, Dash and Applejack to be engaged in... non-traditional amour, but there was one member of Ponyville's saviors that Octavia had always respected the most: Rarity! A true lady like herself, surely, she would understand, she would keep things quiet, she would be the one who would save her! Confident in her choice of savior, Octavia eagerly opened the front door of the store, completely missing the "Closed!" sign on the front. Within, there was a silence, except for a murmuring coming from one of the back rooms. How strange, Octavia thought, perhaps Rarity was entertaining an unusually classy and special client? Well, Octavia was quite classy herself! Despite her situation, surely Rarity would not find her an intruder and so, she boldly advanced, only to see... Ponyville's newest princess was on her back, vulnerable and looking slightly uncertain about the whole situation, blushing. She was slung out on a luxurious leather couch, while Rarity sat nearby, leaning over her, almost... predatory, definitely the one in charge. "I've... I've never done this sort of thing before," Twilight Sparkle admitted, blushing even more, as Octavia's horror grow. "Oh, don't worry about it, darling," said Rarity, "It may be a bit awkward at first, but you'll come to enjoy it..." Octavia left, wanting to see no more of this, and stumbled towards her home, every step of the way seeming to take an eternity... ------------------------ "I'm glad you had the time to help me with this," Twilight's eyes shone with warmth as she looked up at Rarity, neither had even realized that Octavia had been witness to their meeting, which was utterly secret, "I just don't feel like I can really be a princess, have that responsibility, unless I do this." Rarity leaned forward and patted one of Twilight's hooves with warmth, "Honey, I think you're showing that you deserve the role simply by doing this, you're showing Celestia made the right choice." Twilight nodded and took a deep breath, "Well... enough stalling, let's make it happen." Rarity smiled at her, "Let's." Hours later, Twilight was out of breath and Rarity's head was spinning. "That... was something else," Rarity admitted, "Was it good for you?" Twilight took a deep, happy breath and got up from the couch, "I've never felt better!" She said, "It's like a huge weight off my shoulders! I'd never dreamed I'd share this with anyone!" "Well, my door's always open, Twilight," Rarity was happy to have helped her friend, being the Element of Generosity, nothing made her feel better than sharing of her abilities, "If you ever feel like you need to talk about your OCD with a licensed psychotherapist again, then I'm your mare." ------------------------ Staggeringly drunkenly under the weight within her, Octavia barged into the home she shared with Vinyl. Inside her, things were coming to a head, soon she'd no longer be able to contain it, and she feared what would happen when that moment came. It would be dreadful, shameful, a breakdown she might never recover from... ------------------------ "Hey! Mister Narrator!" "What is it, Pinkie?" "All my friends have been in the fic so far! What about me?" "What about you?" "When am I gonna get a role?" "Well after setting up fake-outs with the other five, do you really think it's gonna work with you, too? Besides, the best I could do would be some totally transparent jokes about glazing which just turns out to be you eating cake." Pinkie Pie sulked, "Well maybe I want a role about eating cake." "Fine, you know what? You can have a role. I was having trouble tying this thing up with a good end anyway, so here's what you do..." Pinkie Pie listened eagerly. ------------------------ Octavia stared at the door at the end of the hallway. It was almost time... ------------------------ "Vinyl!" Octavia had hammered on the door with a hoof, bordering on frantic already, "Open up already!" It had taken almost another ten minutes before she got her reply, before the door was unlocked and she was staring into Vinyl Scratch's huge, ridiculous glasses. "'sup girl?" Vinyl asked, exiting with a magazine in hoof, "What's got you so worked up? You need to lez out to let off some pressure or s-" "There will be no lezzing out!" Octavia huffed and shoved her way past Vinyl, and then she saw it. The terror that would come to haunt her all day. Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat, "You used the last of the toilet paper?!" "Yeah, you know how that Mulexican runs right th-" "Stop it! I don't need to hear that sort of thing! How could you, Vinyl? How could you do this to me?" "Huh? What's the matter?" Vinyl scratched her rump with a hoof. "What's the matter?! Vinyl, you may be a slob, but some of us have standards! I can't just... not wipe!" "Well hold it in, then," Vinyl shrugged, and headed for the door, "I've got a gig in Las Pegas and I'll be late if I stay." "Now you listen to me, Vinyl!" And then the rest had been history. She had followed Vinyl, her rage blotting out her feelings, her natural needs. Oh, no, not her feelings for Vinyl, but her need to, if she allowed herself to be blunt, take a dump. ------------------------ Under Octavia's hoof, the door swung open on well-oiled hinges, revealing the pair's well-apportioned bathroom. It was as she had left it that morning, Vinyl's stack of magazines remained next to the cistern, no matter how many times Octavia had told her it was unhygienic to have them just lying there. This was defeat for the stylish, the classy Octavia. She would have to defacate, without wiping! She had failed to get any assistance from the town's saviors, her illusions had been shattered, but at least she had reached her home before the bubbling melange of intestinal urgency and emotional distress at her roommate's dismissal of her needs had boiled over! But wait! Something had changed since this morning! There was toilet paper present, a single roll, bright pink! With... a note attached to it? ------------------------ "Hi, Octavia! We've never met, but I'm Pinkie Pie! Now, you're probably wondering why this is here, and how I got in, but don't worry, I made sure to clean up the broken glass!" "I bumped into Vinyl just after she managed to get away from you in the woods, and she was really sorry about getting you so upset! So she gave me some bits and told me to pick up some stuff for you from the store! Pinkie Pie gets to save the day!" ------------------------ And so, the story had a happy ending. No one was actually a horrible person, despite what Octavia thought. Pinkie Pie got to star in the story. Octavia got to take a shit without feeling like a horrible hick. And when Vinyl got home, they did lez out just a little. The end.