Round 3
After finishing breakfast (Vinyl was finally brought back to full, wired consciousness via a bowl of sugary cereal and a cup of instant coffee), Octavia bid the DJ goodbye and set out with Cobalt to the local music store. She had placed an order several days ago for a new cello bow and it was supposed to come in today. Vinyl didn’t mind. “Might as well get caught up on some stuff of my own,” she said. “Also, where are my pants?”
Despite laughing about that morning as they headed into Ponyville, both were still a bit puzzled. “I know she’s not exactly the… classiest pony around,” said Octavia. “I mean, she sags her pants all the time anyway, etc. But still, no sign of embarrassment whatsoever,” she finished with a perplexed look.
“She was half-asleep,” Cobalt reminded her before smiling. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll find a better time to get her back!” he grinned.
“Ah well,” the earth pony sighed. “Her and I are once again even now anyway,” she admitted as they reached the music store and walked in. Octavia walked up to the counter and said, “Pickup for Philharmonica, if you please.”
The pegasus salespony smiled. “Ah. Morning, Octavia. Right on time,” he said and flitted up to one of the shelves behind him, returning with a long rectangular box in his hoof. “Here you are, miss,” he continued, sliding it to her across the counter. “That’ll be twenty-five bits.”
“Wow. Expensive,” said Cobalt, glancing over Octavia’s shoulder as she opened the case to examine the beautifully varnished bow.
“But worth all of it,” beamed Octavia. “You can’t imagine how stressful last night’s performance was, playing with that worn-out bowstring. Thank Celestia it didn’t break onstage!” She nodded approvingly to the clerk as she paid. “Thank you ever so kindly,” she went on. “I can’t wait to show it off to the rest of the quartet!”
“And I can’t wait to show your undies off to everypony in here!” came a sudden loud, all too familiar voice from right behind the couple, accompanied by the unmistakable flashing light and sound of unicorn teleportation magic. At this, all surrounding customers turned attention to Cobalt and Octavia… and the white pony who had materialized right behind them! Before they could turn around they each felt a hoof grab the back of their pants and promptly pull them down! Both gasped at the same time as did the clerk, who was met with a full view of Octavia and Cobalt’s underwear as Vinyl pantsed them – the mare in her favorite white cotton panties with musical notes, the stallion in purple and yellow striped boxers.
Octavia shot a desperate glance to Cobalt and knew her cheeks must be as red as his. As laughter sounded from all around, all eyes on them now, she cringed and attempted to hide her unmentionables with her tail. Cobalt shuffled awkwardly as he did the same. Everypony in the shop was looking at them now, pointing and chortling.
“Ha!” snickered Vinyl, grinning excitedly up from where she knelt behind her friends. “Told ya I’d getcha back, Octy!”
“I… I didn’t think you meant so soon!” was all the disbelieving cellist could think to blurt back. “A-And… And in public! At home, at least…!”
“Oh, Tavs,” Vinyl interrupted, standing up, “you shouldn’t keep that rockin’ plot for just me and Cobie! You’re gonna spoil him! Am I right?” she called teasingly to the other patrons. More laughter in reply, making the two victims blush even deeper. Quickly, Octavia did the only sensible thing: she yanked her trousers up and secured them tight. Spurred on by her, Cobalt did the same, though the embarrassment was impossible to shake. Like Tavi, this was far from his first pantsing at the hooves of Vinyl and he doubted it would be the last, but he had the burden of losing his pants being a common issue for most of his life. He’d just always been unlucky that way.
Vinyl raised an eyebrow over her glasses in faint disappointment. “Awwww,” she moaned. “You never leave ‘em down long enough for anypony to take photos!”
“If you think for one second that I’d allow my undergarments to show up on FaceHoof for everypony to gawk at…!” Octavia began hotly.
“Well, actually,” the salespony guffawed, “at least you wore appropriate ones for this place!” Then he too burst out laughing.
“There, see?” asked Vinyl. “He knows what’s u…”
“I’ll get you for this if it’s the last…!” Octavia interrupted, all but lunging at Vinyl.
“Whoa! Show’s over, folks! Gotta zoom!” Vinyl said hurriedly, grinning. “But remember! Tomorrow night, town square, DJ Pon-3 live and…!” She suddenly took that moment to teleport away in another shock of blue light as Octavia threw a wallop at her head.
Gritting her teeth, Octavia snatched her new bow off the counter with one hoof, grabbed her coltfriend’s foreleg with the other, and began pulling him toward the door, nearly bumping into a foal still giggling about seeing their underwear. “Rrrrrr! Let’s go, Cobalt! Tomorrow night, town square, is it? Very well,” she fumed as they quickly left. “This means war,” she went on dramatically. “And tomorrow, we claim victory over her!”