//------------------------------// // Round 4 // Story: Vinyl and Octavia's Pantsing War // by Doctor Cobra //------------------------------// Round 4 Ever the idealist, Vinyl made an effort to make up for the prank by buying her roommates dinner that evening. Afterwards, she herself had to head out to prepare for the following night’s gig. As Vinyl departed, Octavia muttered, “Yes. Go on, dear,” and rubbed her hooves together with an oddly mischievous look. “Gives me plenty of time to cook up MY end of things for tonight,” she went on, extracting a piece of paper from her vest pocket and hoofing it to Cobalt. “Darling, I need you to pick this up for me. Is that too much of a bother?” she asked sweetly. “Um, no,” Cobalt replied, looking curiously at the written description and directions. “But, um, what’s this for?” “I’ll explain after you get it,” replied his marefriend, beaming proudly. “After we put it to use tonight, Vinyl’s never going to want to expose us in public ever again!” “Right,” said Cobalt timidly, stuffing the paper into his brown slacks. “See you in a bit, I guess.” Beaming, Octavia kissed his cheek as he too left. “Knew I could count on you to agree. After all, you were just as much a victim as I this morning!” Her face burned again at the mere memory. “Now then, we have to have it ready by this time tomorrow so don’t take too long.” Upon his return with the ‘item’, Cobalt and Octavia waited until nightfall and Vinyl’s return (Thankfully her tiredness from setup and rehearsal made her conk out almost as soon as she was through the door) to sneak out of the apartment to town square where Vinyl’s portable stage was and begin their own preparations for the concert… Nearly the whole of Ponyville, thrilled at the prospect of a free performance by the best DJ in Equestria, assembled in the square the next night. In the tiny backstage area, Vinyl peered through the curtain at the excellent turnout, then grinned to see her two best friends standing near the back of the crowd. ‘Nice,’ she thought, genuinely cheerful they could make it. ‘Guess they’re not too embarrassed to show their faces!’ she mentally added, giggling. The clock tower struck 9:00. Neon spotlights framing the stage burst on, blinding the audience, and a deep, thunderous bass drop reverberated from the platform upon which sat Vinyl’s turntable, soundboard, and massive dual amps. Another shock of bright light later, DJ Pon-3 appeared from thin air upon a platform in the center of the stage, decked out in full punk regalia, shades reflecting the now cheering faces looking back at her. Throwing her hoof up into the air, she screamed into her mic, “IS EVERYPONY READY TO ROCK THEIR SOCKS OFF!?” before bringing it down on a button on her mixing table. Another massive reverb shook the surrounding houses. From where Octavia stood in the crowd, though, she secretly knew Vinyl was going to be rocking a certain other piece of clothing off; she smiled craftily at Cobalt, knowing what else was about to happen when Vinyl pushed the button. Beneath the stage where it had been covertly installed the previous night, a giant horseshoe magnet (borrowed by Cobalt from the laboratory basement of Twilight Sparkle’s library) activated with the rest of the equipment! Nopony could see it and the low hum it made was masked by the music pouring from overhead. Its effect was immediate however, and anything metal onstage that wasn’t bolted down – primarily the chains, snaps, and other metallic accessories that adorned Vinyl’s baggy pants, exactly as Octavia planned it – began to be magnetized and drawn downward. As the unicorn swished her tail and gyrated her hips in time to the beat, her white low-riders began to slide off her hips. Octavia put her hooves to her mouth in giddy anticipation as a flash of yellow became visible above the drooping garment; she wasn’t the only pony to notice and Vinyl’s ears perked at the sound of several audience members calling out to her, pointing out that she was losing her pants! “Huh?” uttered Vinyl inaudibly over the wubs. The next moment she felt night air strike her bare hind legs as her magnetized pants plopped down, putting her black and yellow Batmare boxers on display for all! She couldn’t help being genuinely stunned at this sudden reveal. Octavia couldn’t help letting out a whoop as ponies all around stared. She had topped all prior events and pantsed Vinyl in front of half the town! There was no way she’d ever mess with her again after this humiliation. But Vinyl didn’t look humiliated. In fact she looked oddly proud to be standing onstage with her pants down, juvenile underwear showing. After a moment, she slowly broke out into a goofy grin and then began laughing. Octavia and Cobalt shot confused looks at each other as Vinyl busted up onstage, holding her sides. She looked back into all the eyes watching her and finally managed through her giggling, “Don’tcha hate it when that happens?” Her sense of humor was catching as ever. Everypony burst out laughing along with her and some started taking pictures which she proudly posed for, taking mock embarrassed stances nonetheless emphasizing her Batmare logo-clad rump. Octavia and Cobalt gawked, flummoxed once again. Their elaborate trick hadn’t left Vinyl embarrassed at all, but rather clamoring for more attention. Then, over the laughter, they heard her magnified voice call out, “Hey! Why don’t we give a special round of applause to the ponies responsible for this, my eternally awesome roomie Octavia Philharmonica and her special somepony Cobalt Willow!” Both suddenly felt spotlights hit them and everypony turned their attention to them. “Uh..! We didn’t…!” Octavia tried to say, backing off nervously along with Cobalt. “Ah-ah-ah,” teased Vinyl. “No backing out of this one, Tavster! You know the rules of a pantsing war! You get me…” She paused for effect, grinning broadly. “…I get you!” Her horn glowed blue with a soft shimmering sound and, across the way, so did her two targets’ trousers as they continued backing away from the amused crowd. Sensing the aura, Octavia and Cobalt looked down and realized a second too late what was happening. They flinched… and then nearly fell over backward as their pants were magically pulled down. They stumbled but caught each other, unable to help looking at each other’s underpants as was everypony else. Vinyl smirked at the adorable sight, Cobalt in his favorite tighty-whities with a pattern of cheeseburgers that matched his cutie mark, Octavia in pink panties with strawberries and lace trim. Horrified to be in this position in front of so many, Octavia squealed and thrust her forelegs in front of herself as Cobalt tugged his turtleneck down to hide as much as possible. The laughter and cameras were directed at them now. This would certainly go down as one of their more memorable appearances in Ponyville for quite some time. “T-Tavi…!?” stuttered the mortified stallion. “L-Let’s just call it even, Vinyl!” Octavia yelled to the DJ who was smiling proudly and finally retrieving her own pants. “You win! You can’t be bested!” “No kidding, Strawberry Fields!” Vinyl called back. This got the loudest laugh yet and Octavia cringed, shuffling awkwardly and wondering what compelled her to wear these panties of all things. “Hey, Burger Boy!” she went on, now looking at Cobalt who was blushing all over. “Why don’t you escort the lady home and wait for me so we can celebrate MY victory?!” she finished. They didn’t respond, just grabbed at their pants as fast as they could and ran off before they’d even pulled them fully back up. Disappearing into nearby bushes, the shortcut home, the audience was treated to a final flash of their undies in the spotlight. “You know I love you! Really!” Vinyl called happily before kicking her equipment back into high gear to let the show go on. “Aw, yeah,” she said softly to herself. “I’m invincible.” The End