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// 3 
// Story: The Moms have been Doubled. 
// by The SideKick 
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"Come on Anon, let's just go home. My hair isn't right, this dress was a bad choice, I-"

"MOM, I did not spend all my saved bits on this just for you to chicken out!"

You were holding you mom back as she tried to escape from the carriage.The carriage was being pulled by some ponies you had hired from a company.

"BUT ANON, this is never going to work! I mean I can get dressed up for a night, but I can't be the pony Octavia would want me to be all the time!"

"Then she doesn't deserve to be with you!"

This stunned her in to silence, allowing you to press on.

"If she only liked you because you acted like somepony else then there's no point in being with her mom."

Mom eyes were huge, disbelieve clear on her face.

"Wow, where did you learn that from Nonners?"

"You."

"Wut?"

Vinyl was confused. What you just said sounded way to wise for a ten year old, and even more so for the dub-stepping party pony.

"It's the kind of thing you'd always tell me when somepony told me I was weird or strange."

You looked away as you repeated the words mom had ounce told you.

"Never let somepony tell you how to be yourself, your always going to be cool if your just being you, remember?"

Mom had a hoof to her mouth, looking at you with that really proud look that makes you feel all bubbly.

"I really said that huh? I guess I did learn something myself after all."

Picking you up in her magic mom brought you over for a hug.

"Your right Nonners, your absolutely right."

Letting you go she let out a sigh.

"It's just that I really...REALLY like Octavia and I want her to like me."

Turning her head backwards mom gave herself a ounce over.

"You know I don't care what ponies think of me normally, but this is different..."

"I know mom, but just remember your own advice okay? I know it might hurt if she doesn't like you, but that's still a lot better than her liking a fake you."

Tapping a finger against your chin you had a interesting thought.

"It really wouldn't be that different from being with a changeling. Your pretending not to be really you so you can get her love."

Playfully you narrow your eyes at her.

"Your not a changeling right?"

Catching on mom puts on a grin as she slowly, menacingly approaches you.
"Now what would ever give you that idea?" She says this with an over the top flutter of the eyes.

Your impromptu play session was cut short by one of the carriage ponies.

"Miss, Sir, we have arrived at the theater.

Mom had calmed down, but nervousness still stuck to her like gum. As you two were escorted to the box seats you  had booked, she kept fidgeting, looking this way and that. When you finely reached your box you were both floored. You knew you had booked some really fancy seats, but not your own personal room with mini-fridge, snack bar, long couch set up in front of a view straight down on to the stage.

"Holy granoly, so this is why it was so expensive."

Running over to the window you look down, seeing you as high as you could possibly go before the stage was to hard to see.

"Anon, just how many bits did you spend on this?"

"Oh, just a few hundred. I've been saving it up."

"You saved a few hundred bits in two weeks?!"

"Well it's not like my allowance is exactly all that small. You give me like a fifty bits for good behavior, or if I ask using the puppy eyes."

"Yeah, well...um...how are you not a complete spoiled brat?"

"I had a good mom."

Mom lightly jabbed you in the shoulder.

"Enough with the brown nosing already, you've got good boy points saved up 'til doomsday."

You just grin as the first act starts down on stage. This being a showcase there were a lot of performers coming on tonight, but Octavia was the main act, she would be playing around half way through the show. You both get comfortable and watch as a pegasus pony in a tuxedo plays a piano. Naturally you quietly criticize every act. Mom listens to hundreds of different pieces of music looking for that right sample to use in her own, and so by proxy you had listened to enough different types of music to tell which acts were good or sub par. But there was one thing you could agree was the same with every single one, they were BORING.Just because you could understand how something works doesn't mean you like it. If you weren't picking apart each act and have access to all sorts of delectable treats you might have already fallen asleep by the time Octavia came on.

At last Octavia graced the stage.

"OHMYGOSH."

Mom leaned in closer now, watching intently even when all Octavia was doing was setting up. Honestly it made you smile to see all this work starting to pay off a little. Octavia had her cello case on her back as she walked into the middle of the stage. At the middle she grabbed her case, put it on the ground, opened it up, and took out her cello. She stood up and propped her self on it, holding one hoof high up on the neck of the cello while the other held the bow string. You heard mom pull in and hold a breath when Octavia but the bow to the cello. And with a small smile to the crowd she began to play.

Listen for max experience. 

You couldn't take your eyes off mom who couldn't take her eyes off Octavia. She was completely entranced, hoof to her chest as she watched.
It almost made your smile split your whole face in half. After a moment longer watching mom you decided to actually listen to your mom's possible feature marefriend play. At first you just did what you had done with every other act you tried picking apart the notes and melodies, but when you found no issues with them you just listened instead. And you must say it was the most unbelievable thing you've ever felt. It was like how mom's music could make you feel alive and want to get moving, but instead this made you feel...every other emotion you could think of. You felt happy, sad, even kinda mad at some points.

("So this is why mom likes her so much...")

This put some things in perspective for you. You had just been thinking of this whole thing as mom and Octavia, and not as mom, Octavia and yourself. It never really crossed your mind just what you personally thought off this mare, or how she could change your life if she started dating mom. Thankfully now that you were you already knew the answers: You wouldn't mind. You still had to meet her and get to know her of course, but no other music had ever made you feel genuine emotions aside from mom's, and for Octavia to play with your emotional spectrum like it was her cello you knew there was something special about her.