Vinyl and Octavia’s Pantsing War
By Doctor Cobra
Round 1
A quiet yawn escaped Octavia’s throat as she pattered softly up the darkening stairs toward her apartment, still dressed in her usual concert attire, heavy cello case in hoof. Feeling drained after tonight’s performance, she was looking forward to a warm cup of earl gray and a celebratory night with her beloved Cobalt. Reaching the door, the gray pony was pleased in her sleepiness to find it unlocked and immediately pushed it open and stepped through.
“I’m terribly sorry I’m late; I sort of got dragged to the after party,” she began regrettably, setting her case to the side out of habit, expecting to find Cobalt, Vinyl or both in living room waiting on her. “Lyrica simply insisted that I…” She stopped, realizing she’d walked into pitch black. Her tired eyes became surprised. It was even darker in here than it had been in the hall outside – all the blinds were closed and the lights off.
Fumbling for the wall switch, Octavia flipped it at last. Nothing. The lights remained off and with the door now closed behind her, she couldn’t see her own hoof in front of her face. Definitely uneasy now but more annoyed, she glanced toward where she knew the ceiling light was and then began making her way cautiously toward the closet. She knew the apartment very well but knowing Vinyl, there was a very high chance of stepping on a loose CD or melted candy bar in the blackness and thus tread cautiously. She regretted not being a unicorn like her best friend and coltfriend both were, and unable to magically illuminate a path via a horn.
She reached it however and, even in the dark, knew where the light bulbs were kept within. Octavia snatched one from the prescribed shelf and quickly made her way back to the living room where she began feeling around for her favorite armchair. Finding it and subsequently the hoofstool, the cellist dragged the latter to beneath where the ceiling socket was, stood upon it, and reached a foreleg up to carefully unscrew and remove the burnt-out bulb. As she did so, dropping it onto the chair, her ear perked at a faint rustling but struggling to make her eyes adjust to the dark enough to change a light bulb made her think nothing of it.
At last, she sighed with relief as the new bulb fit in all the way and lit up the apartment. Octavia remained on the stool and looked around to see the place just as she’d left it earlier that afternoon: some areas perfectly neat and composed, others left eternally messy by somepony who didn’t have nearly the propriety that Octavia did. Shaking her head with an amused murmur of “Oh, Vinyl,” she started to get down.
“That’s me,” giggled a soft, raspy voice from behind her. Before Octavia could even turn around, she felt a pair of hooves reach up and grab the sides of her black dress pants. Violet eyes suddenly widening, she felt her trousers get yanked down to settle about her ankles! She gasped in shock and whipped around in time to see her longtime friend, roommate, and utterly exasperating polar opposite Vinyl Scratch reclined on the floor, looking up at her with a wide grin. “Yes! Pantsed!” the white unicorn exclaimed, pumping her hoof. “Vinyl wins prankster of the night aaagain!” Behind her sunglasses, her eyes flicked to the still stunned Octavia’s exposed underwear, a pair of quite lovely purple lace panties that matched the earth pony’s eyes exactly. A closer look showed them to be adorned with tiny embroidered roses.
“V-Vinyl…?” Octavia managed subconsciously, feeling ridiculous to be standing before her friend with her pants around her ankles. She stared down at her, blushing.
“Oh. ‘Sup, Octy?” asked Vinyl pleasantly as if Octavia’s return had been a totally average one. “Just been hiding in the corner waiting for ya.”
“You… You’ve been…?” Octavia stammered. “Just to…?!”
“Yep! Watching your eeeeeeevery moooove, waiting for the chance to strike!” Vinyl’s grin became a smirk. “So how’d the show go, babe?” she asked before chuckling. “Probably not as good as the one you’re givin’ me now.” She peered slyly over her glasses and looked up into Octavia’s red face with her equally red eyes before nodding toward the sofa. “Or him for that matter,” she added, still unable to keep from admiring the expensive underpants adorning the mare’s flank.
“W-What?” mumbled Octavia softly, slowly looking that way with dread. She felt her blush deepen upon seeing Cobalt Willow, her lover of five years, sitting upright on the couch staring at her in equal surprise. Like Vinyl, the tan unicorn was still dressed, though his rumpled look indicated he had been napping there this whole time until Vinyl’s disruption woke him. With a mortified squeak, Octavia threw her forelegs in front of herself and delicately crossed her knees.
“Oct…” Cobalt managed, trying and failing not to glance below his marefriend’s waist. His sympathy towards her embarrassment conflicted with how amazing she really did look in such fancy lingerie. According to Octavia, this was far from the first time her rambunctious friend had pantsed her but Cobalt couldn’t remember ever witnessing it before.
Vinyl laughed harder at the awkwardness between the couple. “Aww, Tavi hon!” she giggled. “Not like it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before! Lookin’ hot though,” she added. “New lucky pair?”
Octavia glanced back and forth between the stunned Cobalt and the grinning Vinyl. Then reality returned in full and she quickly yanked her pants back up and hopped off the stool. Glowering down at Vinyl, she said with another sigh, “Very well, Vinyl. Very well indeed.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm. “You got me, you win, blah blah blah. As if I’m not used to these foalish antics by now.” Keeping a firm hold on her trousers with both hooves, she cutely turned her nose up at the DJ and looked back at Cobalt. He too was blushing and she recalled how cute that made him look. As disconcerting as it was to get pantsed in front of him, at least she wore underwear she didn’t mind him seeing.
She smiled faintly and winked at him. ‘Not a bad image to wake up to, is it?’ she thought, dignity returning as she finally started made her way toward the bedroom; she figured Cobalt would join her when he was ready. As for Vinyl, Octavia was already planning some payback the next morning.
Her last words resonated with Vinyl as well, who remained ponderously on the floor. ‘Foalish?’ she thought. ‘We’ll see about that, Tavster.’