... and so is Vinyl Scratch
Octavia smiled. It had happened suddenly and completely out of the blue, but the electric-blue maned unicorn sleeping next to her was the best thing to ever happen to the cellist. She’d been sheltered, anti-social, and frankly, more than a little up-tight when she’d stumbled across the DJ and a side of life she didn’t know existed. A whirlwind of mistakes, miscommunications, and missed dates later, there were no ponies more surprised they were officially a couple than the mares themselves. It had been about seven months now since they’d moved in together, and, though occasionally they fought or argued as any couple might, Octavia was in love and she knew it.
One thing continued to bother her, though. They’d been together so long, and she had never seen Vinyl without her glasses. Even in the shower and when she slept, she still wore them. She’d asked about it a few times, but her marefriend had always dodged the question, mumbled some excuse, and either changed the subject or outright ran off. Octavia could tell the subject was something of a sore spot, and so she never pushed it further than that. It didn’t stop the question from consuming her, what this beautiful, smart, silly mare could possibly be so afraid of showing the world behind those glasses. It was fun to speculate – perhaps she had a burn, like the Phantom of the Opera, or some horrible birth defect left her without eyes entirely! That couldn’t be true, though, it was obvious that Vinyl could see, from the way she had reacted when-
Octavia giggled at the racy memory, the slight shaking of her body pulling her partner out of a light sleep. The unicorn moaned slightly and pressed herself into her lover, nuzzling into the base of Octavia’s neck. Octavia’s giggling grew into a more full-bodied laugh when Vinyl’s ear flicked against a rather ticklish spot on her chest, and the white mare was shaken awake in her marefriend’s embrace.
“Mornin’ Tavi,” she mumbled with a smile. Octavia smiled back and kissed Vinyl gently on the forehead – that nickname was something she loved more than most of the little things the unicorn did. No one had ever given her a nickname when she was little; it was all ‘Miss’ or ‘Octavia’ or ‘Miss Octavia.’ Everyone was formal and professional all the time. Within five minutes of meeting Vinyl Scratch the mare was calling the cellist Tavi, without having even asked first.
“Good morning, Vinyl,” Octavia replied, with a slight whimper as Vinyl extricated herself from the bed and the soft, fuzzy warmth left her. “Sleep well?”
“Always do when I’m with you,” the sweet words floated back to Octavia as Vinyl magically straightened her glasses. “Hey, is it alright if I use the shower first?”
“If you don’t mind if I join you,” Octavia said as she sat up in bed, a wicked smile on her face.
---
“Oh Celestia, Tavi, that feels amazing,” Vinyl moaned in pleasure as her marefriend’s hooves did their work, “Every time… every time I forget how nice this- oooooooohhhh…”
Octavia blushed a bit at her partner’s erotic sighs and whimpers, the mare putty under her masterful hooves. That was one of the big advantages earth ponies had over unicorns – unicorns so often grew so dependent on their magic so soon after they learned it they forgot how to use their hooves. As Vinyl Scratch could attest to, this left Octavia something of a magician with hers.
“Right… right… there’s an itch right… yesssssss,” Vinyl hissed as Octavia’s hooves slid along her scalp, working the thick shampoo into her mane.
“Vinyl this is hardly an appropriate response, I’m just washing your mane,” Octavia looked away, unable to keep looking at Vinyl’s face, the unicorn looking almost as though in the throes of orgasm.
“Octavia you really – uhn – have no idea how good this – ah – feels,” the DJ said through the grunts of pleasure, “I’m not half this good with my hooves and it is absolutely unfair to you.”
“It’s fine, dear,” Octavia muttered as she worked out a particularly stubborn knot in the DJ’s mane.
“No, it really i-” Vinyl Scratch began as she tried to turn around to face her lover… and slipped on the floor of the tub. A terrified flailing of hooves later, she managed to knock over her marefriend as well, and landed rather heavily on top of her. Octavia wheezed out a pained breath and gasped in another one, and Vinyl stood to get her weight off of her.
“Vinyl…” the cellist wheezed, “you… are such a goof…” Octavia trailed off, giving her best attempt at laughter while her diaphragm was still being uncooperative. The staccato of gasps and pants seemed to comfort Vinyl somewhat, and soon the unicorn laughed too. She stopped laughing, suddenly, as she felt her glasses begin to slide off her face, and, as though in slow motion, fall, tumble, twist, and land right on the bridge of Octavia’s nose, covering her eyes perfectly.
Octavia’s laughter stopped just as suddenly.
“Vinyl… how do you even see out of these? It’s completely black.”
“Give them back!” Vinyl said, with a bit more volume and a bit more anger in her voice than she had intended. Her horn glowed briefly and the purple shades teleported back to her own face. Another brief flash and for a moment a soapy water outline of her remained in the shower before gravity took over. Vinyl had teleported herself out, but only herself, leaving any suds and moisture behind as she went. Octavia sputtered and spat as some of the soap landed in her mouth.
“Vinyl-” Octavia slid open the door to the shower, but the DJ unicorn was already gone.
---
Lacking the magical benefits of a horn, Octavia took a couple minutes to wash off and towel off, even hurrying as she was. She dashed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, hoping Vinyl hadn’t left their apartment.
To her relief, Vinyl sat at the kitchen table, her mane substantially frizzier than normal, likely due to the instantaneous drying. A coffee mug sat on the table before her, and, to Octavia’s shock, so did Vinyl’s glasses. The unicorn had her eyes closed, and it looked almost like she’d been crying.
“Vinyl-”
“Please don’t hate me, Tavi,” the white mare interrupted, turning her head towards Octavia, but keeping her eyes closed, “Please promise me that.”
“Vinyl, I could never hate you. I am completely in love with you, and honestly I don’t think either of us are too far from outright saying ‘I love you,’” Octavia reassured her. “In fact, I am ready. I love you, Vinyl Scratch, and I think I have for a while.”
Vinyl’s eyelids flickered open in surprise, and her mouth hung open a bit. For the first time Octavia was allowed to see her partner’s eyes – a gorgeous magenta, the color of a primrose, wide and full of wonder and love.
“Tavi, I…” Vinyl trailed off, a lump rising in her throat. She wanted to say it so badly, but…
“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready,” Tavi said with a smile, “Just think of it like you don’t have to worry about saying it too soon anymore.”
“This right here is exactly why I didn’t want you to know about my glasses,” Vinyl said.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“You’re so… perfect, Tavi,” Vinyl told her, looking away from her marefriend, “I’ve just been trying so hard to make you think I’m worth your time and I’m terrified you’d think I wasn’t if you found out about my achromatopsia.”
“Achromatopsia?”
“It’s a type of color-blindness,” Vinyl explained, “I pretty much only see in black and white, and the shades of gray between them. It comes with a hoofful of other eye problems, too, mostly really bad eyesight and sensitivity to light. The glasses can help with the light sensitivity and the blurriness of my vision, but there’s nothing modern medicine or magic can do about the color-blindness,” Vinyl Scratch finished with a heavy sigh, still pointedly avoiding Octavia’s gaze.
“Oh,” Octavia said. It was a simple enough explanation, but it didn’t seem to tell why Vinyl was always so secretive about it. So, seeing as the discussion was finally on the table, she asked, “Why have you always tried so hard to hide it, though? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to know I’m broken,” Vinyl said with a quiver in her voice, refusing to make eye contact with Octavia, “Damaged. Incomplete. And look at you, Tavi, you’re perfect. Everything about you. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re beautiful, and you don’t have any stupid medical problems like I do.
“Vinyl…”
“Plus when I take them off, my eyes are really sensitive to light, which makes it a bit hard to look at you with how radiant you are,” Vinyl said with a smirk, trying to hide her insecurities behind a joke.
“Vinyl,” Octavia began with a chuckle, “That is, without a doubt, your worst attempt at a pick-up line yet. You’re lucky we’re already together.”
“We’re still tog-”
“You sell yourself short so much, love. You might not know as much about the history of Equestria as I might, but you understand how the world works so much better. And talented? Celestia, Vinyl, I couldn’t write a song a tenth as good as your music to save my life.”
“Tavi, that’s n-”
“That is absolutely true, Vinyl, all of my so-called ‘talent’ is in playing music, I have never been a skilled composer,” Octavia spoke over her lover, not about to let Vinyl keep degrading herself, “And besides, if I’m beautiful, you must be drop-dead gorgeous. Vinyl Scratch, I love you, and if you think something as silly as being colorblind is going to change that, you need to get your head examined.”
She stepped over, took the unicorn’s face in her hooves, and kissed the mare.
When their lips parted, a slight blush was upon Vinyl’s cheeks, and suddenly she was crying.
“I’m s-so sorry Ta-tavi. I’m s-orry…” Vinyl sobbed and buried her head in Octavia’s neck and chest, unable to stop the tears.
“It’s fine, shhh, shhh… it’s fine,” Octavia ran her hooves gently through Vinyl’s mane, “You don’t have to say it now. I can wait. I can wait forever if I need to.”
And so she waited until Vinyl’s crying stopped, still holding her softly. They sat together quietly for a few minutes, Octavia still stroking her partner’s mane soothingly.
“Feeling better?”
Vinyl nodded. “A bit, yeah.”
“Good. Because now I know you’re colorblind, we can do something about that ridiculous mane of yours.”
“What’s wrong with my mane?” Vinyl said defensively, pulling away enough to look Octavia in the eyes, but not far enough to leave her embrace.
“It’s bright blue, that’s what’s wrong with it,” Tavi said with a giggle.
“It’s blue?”
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Ha!
I really want to know what they do with vinyl's mane.
I guess the last line was my favorite
But that was cool story
I'm surprised that there wasn't a joke about how Octavia actually is a dark shade of grey and therefore, no problem there.
Come on, Octavia. If Vinyl is really color blind, she won't know what blue even is.
D'awww! I love VinylTavi!
But, I've always wondered, what would their accents be? Vinyl I always imagine as an Aussie, but Octavia... Maybe English (British, not American) with barely a hint of Scottish, with how everyone has her use 'love' as a name for Vinyl.
Ha! Really nice.
Should be "from consuming her."
No idea what's going on with that double-dash.
5598977
Okay, time for me to increase the number of times I read through Vash's stuff during the proof reading process. I have no clue how I missed that one.
That double-dash though, I don't know what's going on with it either, because I just double checked, and it's not there in the original document. That being said, Vash fixed them. Still confused as to how that double-dash even happened, though.
5598977
Ok, I have no idea what's going on with the double-dash there either. It's not like that in the word doc I copy/pasted it from. Fixed that and the grammar issue though, thanks!
5598672
I never really had a headcanon for Vinyl's voice (except that one person who did some fan voicework for her years ago), so Aussie Vinyl absolutely accepted. For Tavi, I've always imagined an English accent, but a faked one - and when she gets really mad or excited she slips back into her real accent. A very, very thick Scottish accent.
5598864
Did you stop reading in the middle of the shampoo scene? There's nothing dirty going on at all. You ever had your hair washed by someone else? Seriously, it feels amazing.
5598579
I was gonna put one in there, but I thought the light sensitivity/radiant joke was cornier so I went with that, and didn't feel like I had a good place to put a grayscale Octavia joke in.
Not bad ^^
This was so fudging adorable.
And that ending...so much laughs were had.
5598672
I've always imagined Vinyl as having a Brooklyn-ish accent. Not sure why.
Tavi...? Eh, I'd imagine a generic English accent.
AWWWWW!!! That was soooooo cute. I love VinylxOctavia
also:
that made my friggen day!
This is far too adorable and cute to be possible, yet it is!
If I wasn't watching you already, I would do so immediately.
I don't really understand the last line.
Even if Vinyl were to somehow get through her entire life without someone saying her mane is blue, which is rather ridiculous in and of itself, this revelation would mean nothing to her. Octavia might as well have said hot pink, and it would mean very little.
Vinyl can't see colors. She wouldn't even know what blue is. Even assuming she had never been told the name for the color of her mane, she'd likely just say "Oh, that's cool. Does it look okay?"
There was an awesome story that came out involving Vinyl being deaf, and now there's one where she's colorblind. I'm loving the originality coming out of Vinyl's character.
5600029
Hey there, allow me to try to clear up your confusion! You are completely right when you say it would mean very little, and that Vinyl wouldn't even know what blue is. Try rereading the last line with a tone of voice in mind that conveys "This information means nothing to me" with as much or as little sarcasm present as you would prefer. Both Vash and I likened her line at the end there to be similar to how Toph in Avatar: The Last Airbender reacts when the other characters provide her with information that means nothing to her due to her blindness. With this in mind, whether or not this is the first time anyone has told her what color her mane is irrelevant. Hopefully this helped!
I demand a sequel
5599070 Just have Vinyl ask Octavia what colour she acually was since she'd never actually seen before, or so she thinks, and then have her be suprised when Octi says that she actually has been seeing the same mare as everyone else.
It was kinda cute, though I've never been a fan of having couples where both are going, "No, I'm not good enough for you, you're the perfect one." Also, that ending is a bit odd. Not Vinyl's reaction to saying it's blue but the fact that Octavia wanted to do something about it. Ponies have a ton of different colors. Blue is neither odd or uncommon. Fancy Pants, Prince Shining Armor, and Soarin have blue manes too.
Absolute yes. I would work on the pacing a little bit, it's kinda fast-moving, but still pretty awesome.
... this can't be the end? this fic is awesome, inspiring, perfect and such stuff now stop hiding it where is chapter two?
5600343
I bet Vash is hiding Chapter 2 from all of us.
We must...extract it from his mind.
Or wait like normal people and see if he makes a second chapter or a sequal.
5599070 I kinda think of Tavi as Welsh passing for a Londoner..
Vinyl: My mane's blue! It's *BLUE*!
Then Vinyl says her mane used to be pink, and we get to watch them travel through an epic journey to discover if Vinyl's family was just screwing with her or if somepony magically changed her hair color.
5599070
The girl who voiced her years ago? You mean Nowacking? Nowacking is pretty much the accepted Vinyl Scratch voice actor for the fandom. She also does work with TeamFourStar's Takahata on Hellsing Abridged, as Seras Victoria.
5600762 but I prefer to imagine that the illuminati and NSA are hiding the second chapter.
.....or we could just wait and hope he writes a second chapter
5600157 Exactly. I read it in that 'Fake Scandalized' voice you see from upper-crust snobs being sarcastic. Although Scratch has always had a New York accent to me (so like something out of 'The Godfather'). Tavi gets the upper-crust English accent, dignified and always being pushed over her upturned nose, but not quite snobby.
I wasn't going to favorite, but then I read that last line. You get a favorite.
This bit right here just made the whole thing so worth it! Besides Tavi and Vinyl were the first ponies to get me into pony-fiction!
5601597
Yeah, both Vash and I are sitting here scratching our heads in confusion at how popular this story is. By the way, I would be remiss if I didn't point out that you're using the wrong welp there. Unless you are talking about a puppy, in which case totally the right whelp, if not a little confusing. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
All this time and Vinyl never even knew the color of her own mane.
5602831
Stories where "cute ponies do cute things" are, generally, pretty popular provided they're done well enough.
Thought the twist would be that Vinyl was upset she didn't even know what color Octavia was.
"Vinyl.... I'm grey"
This is gonna be one of those fics. Lovely.
EDIT: Yeah, it was.
I think it would've been better if Vinyl was more sad over the fact that she didn't know what colour Octavia is.
Which leaves Octavia to calmly assert that Vinyl sees her exactly how the rest of the world does, dark grey and black. Vinyl then says that she is the most magnificent shade of grey that she has ever seen.
Good story and nice touch to it. A very nice quick read Thank you
Daaaw.
That was a good filler of a few minutes. Not my usual type of story, but I certainly enjoyed it as a bit of something light to pass the time.
Now I'm in a strangely good mood.
XD
The ending puts me off a bit. Vinyl replying to her mane being blue couldn't happen, honestly.
If she's a black/grey/white colorblind, then she won't even know how the color blue looks.
If she was born that way, she'd never know.
If she wasn't born that way, she'd already know her mane was blue.
I agree with some of the comments I've read, though, that a twist would occur with Vinyl asking what coat and mane Octavia has, and then Octavia tells Vinyl that she sees her the exact same way as the rest of the world does.
Despite my physics rant, it's a great, although a bit short, story.
5604013
Hey there, allow me to direct you to a reply I made to someone earlier about this very subject. I shall link it below for your convenience. Just in case you're confused as to why some random person is replying, I'm a good friend of Vash's and in fact pre-read all of his stories, so I'm not just coming up with some crazy theory as to why Vinyl replied like that, but rather clarifying the tone of voice Vash was going for with that final line.
5600157
First thing to pop into my head.
Cute and silly. Poor Vinyl and her lack of knowledge about her atrocious mane color. At least she knows now.
Pretty good.
Only one error I found. Octavia says that she cannot compose a piece of music, if that were true, then why is her cutie mark a treble clef? Treble clefs are used at the beginning of each line (I can't remember the proper term for that...) in music. It tells what notes are basically what notes. If she were to only play the chello, then her cutie mark wouldn't have been a treble clef.
5600100 can I have a link to that one? It intrigues me.
Meh, I really wish that this site had a five star rating system instead of this like/dislike thing. I would give this something around 2 or 3 stars. It might be because I'm not really fond of stories that aren't even 2k words long :P
5605360 Maybe she can sightread and 'hear' the music really, really fast?
5604013 She thought her mane was the same colour as the top traffic light.
Green.