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// Hero - Terrasora 
// Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab 
// by The Princess Rarity 
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     “Onwards, Tavi! Onwards for great justice!”

Vinyl Scratch struck a pose, her hoof pointed dramatically forward as she threw her cape behind her. Her bright purple half mask, the same shade as the shades she normally wore, slipped down over her eyes.

Octavia Philharmonica glanced up from her book. “Onwards for what, Vinyl?”

“Justice! Great Justice! The kind that can only be served by Super-P0N3 on Nightmare Night.” Vinyl turned around, trotting back to their bedroom. “Don’t worry, you have a costume too.”

Octavia blinked, turning back and forth between her book and her marefriend. “A costume,” she muttered to herself, “great.”

“Seriously, Octy,” came Vinyl’s voice, “I saw this and I thought of you. It’s awesome.”

“Wonderful.” Images of spandex and too-short pants danced through Octavia’s head. She shivered slightly.

Vinyl returned, toting a grey business suit in her magic. “I had to sew up a couple buttons and stuff, but there wasn’t anything too bad.” She floated it over to Octavia. “And it should fit. But put it on, just in case.”

Octavia blinked at the floating ensemble. “It’s a… suit.”

“Yup.”

“It’s a… rather nice suit.”

“I guess. I don’t wear a lot of suits.”

Octavia turned her gaze towards Vinyl. The grey mare’s brow knit itself slightly.

“Oh yeah, I forgot!” The magic surrounding the suit dissipated as Vinyl ran back to the bedroom. Octavia had to lunge to keep the rather nice suit from hitting the ground.

Vinyl was already jauntily trotting back, a pad of paper and a quill floating before her. “Can’t be a reporter without these.”

“A reporter?”

“Well duh. Want kinda superhero doesn’t have a reporter as a special somepony?” Vinyl paused. “Okay, most of them don’t, but Supermare does! And that’s the only one that really matters.”

Realization struck Octavia and she smiled. “I was half expecting a Robin the Colt Wonder costume.”

“What, with those green panties?” Vinyl laughed, then a dangerous smirk came over her. She pulled Octavia closer and whispered, “That’s for later.”

Octavia turned pink, and smacked Vinyl in the side. The DJ reeled away, clutching at her ribs as she chuckled.

“But you are gonna put it on, right?” asked Vinyl.

The cellist turned even redder. “Vinyl, so help me, I’ll feed you to Nightmare Moon if you--”

“The reporter costume!” said Vinyl hurriedly. “Not the panty one.”

Octavia glanced at the suit, then at her abandon book. “Trick-or-treating, Vinyl? I haven’t celebrated Nightmare Night in ages. And aren’t we a bit too… mature for treats?”

Vinyl gasped. “No! Hell no! C’mon Octy! A bit of trick-or-treating, then we’ll go see Lyra and Bonnie; they always throw awesome parties! It’ll be fun!”

Octavia gave a half-smile.

“I didn’t wanna have to resort to this.” Vinyl pulled off her mask and turned towards her marefriend, unleashing the power of puppy dog eyes that had been polished over the years. “Please Tavi? For me? I really want to be your hero, even if it’s just for tonight.”

Octavia tried to meet the eyes head on. And failed miserably. “Alright, Vinyl. Just give me a moment to get ready.”

“Yay!” Vinyl took the suit in her magic, then trotted towards Octavia. “Trust me, it’ll be awesome. I’m the best hero ever.” She lightly kissed her marefriend, then pushed the suit in front of her.. “Now go put your sexy flank into this!”

Octavia rolled her eyes. “My hero.”