//------------------------------// // Costume Party - Syvvak // Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab // by The Princess Rarity //------------------------------// “No.” “Aw, come on, Tavi. It’ll be fun.” “No.” Octavia stood her ground, metaphorically. “Please,” Vinyl Scratch begged. “No.” Octavia remained where she stood. “But,” Vinyl said, walking up to her marefriend, “fun.” “For the last time, Vinyl, no.” Octavia looked into the unicorn’s ruby red eyes, which seemed to light up suddenly. Vinyl lay upon her back and start to wiggle around, eyes locked with Octavia’s the whole while. Octavia continued to scowl down at the adorable mare. “But it’s ouwr fiwrst Nightmawr Night as a coupwe, and it would bweak my wittle heawrt to go awone.” Vinyl stuck her bottom lip out and began quivering it. “Vinyl, I sa--” “You said that was the last time you would say ‘no’,” Vinyl cut her off, not moving from her place on the floor. Octavia’s face went blank. “So, in a technical manner of speaking, you have to say yes.” And without breaking her facade. Wow. “Fine. I’ll go. But I am going to go as whatever I please,” Octavia said, unable, or unwilling, to counter the turntablist’s logic. “Oh, no ya don’t,” Vinyl said, hopping to her hooves with a grin on her face. “It was part of my invite, which you said yes to.” Octavia approached the bathroom, her face set in a scowl. “I will get you back for this. And it will be in a way you will not be able to think of it as remotely sexual.” “Sure ya will, Babe,” Vinyl said with a smirk. “Now, let’s get you all prettied up for the party.” ---------------------------------------------------------- Lyra was standing in one of the few clear areas of the room. Bon Bon was saying something about how she needs to be more careful about spilling stuff because it could cause ponies to slip, but Lyra wasn’t listening. She just wanted to raid the refreshments table again. “Have you heard a word I said?” she heard an irritated Bon Bon ask. “Yeah.” She didn’t look away from the snacks. “And what did I say?” the skeptical earth pony said. “‘Have you heard a word I said?’” The green unicorn grinned and shifted her eyes enough to see her marefriend’s eyes widen and her nostrils flare. Before she could get yelled at, Lyra saw Vinyl approaching them. “‘Sup, Scratch?” “Ah, nothing much. You?” The turntablist looked over her shoulder. “Same Bonnie, different day,” the lyrist said with a shrug, ignoring a hoof to the ribs. “So, where’s Octavia? Were you not able to get her to come?” “Oh, I was able to get her to come,” Vinyl said with a smirk, raising a suggestive eyebrow. Lyra snickered and Bon Bon just shook her head at their friends crude humor. “So, what are you two suppose to be? This is a costume party, and I don’t see any costumes.” “Well,” Lyra began, “I am your everyday mare.” “And I am a confectioner,” Bon Bon replied. “What are yo-- OH MY GOD! Where’s your horn?! Were you in an accident?” The sudden outburst caused Lyra to jump. “Her horn? It’s on her head, silly. See,” Lyra said, pointing at her friends head, “right… there.” The confectioner and lyrist stood in stunned silence. “What? You forgot the horn? And we would have been able to go the whole night with them fooled. Good going.” All three mares turned to see Octavia approaching them. “I told you I wasn’t going to wear that stupid cone on my head,” Vinyl said, but with Octavia’s voice, raising her glasses. “You weren’t calling it a stupid cone the other night,” Octavia, who now had a horn, said, but in Vinyl’s voice. Octavia, who the other two mares realized came dressed as Vinyl, blushed as the two unicorns laughed and Bon Bon shook her head, but couldn’t hold back a smirk. “Wow. Great costumes,” Bon Bon said. “I think it’s really cute.” “Yeah. Props. And I am surprised you said that, Octavia,” Lyra chimed. “You really nailed Vinyl.” “Yes,” Octavia said, flicking Vinyl’s signature shades back over her eyes, “I did nail Vinyl.” The other three mares stared at the normally reserved cellist. “Oh, god. What have I done?”