• Published 11th Jul 2012
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A Tale of Two Mares - CharmingChaos



Octavia and Vinyl Scratch start a life - and a family - together, much to Octavia's mother's disgu

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Panic? Panic!

Octavia opened her eyes and was immediately blinded by Celestia's warm sunlight streaming through the window of the hotel room. She buried her face in Vinyl's mane, trying to pretend it was still night.

Vinyl groaned quietly as she woke up. She pulled her marefriend into a tight hug, giving her cheek and ear a sloppy lick.

"Eugh, Vin'. Your breath smells terrible." Octavia wrinkled her nose up, but it only made Vinyl breath on her face in retaliation.

Octavia pushed her away weakly, but she didn't care too much.

"Hah." Vinyl pulled Octavia back against her skin, grinning. "Poor wittle 'Tavi, to weak to escape from the EPIC MAKEOUT MONSTER!"

Octavia flinched as Vinyl's loud voice exploded into her skull. "Not so loud, Sweetheart. I have a hangover I think."

"Duh," Vinyl rolled her eyes, moving so that she was half on top of Octavia. "Anypony who drinks almost a whole bottle of wine, or two halves in our case, is bound to. Anyways, as I was saying, the EPIC MAKEOUT MONS--"

Octavia wrapped her hooves around Vinyl's neck, pulling her close. "How many times do I have to tell you not to yell in my ear after I drink two bottles of wine? Just get to the point, okay?"

Vinyl stared at her for a second. "Well, if you insist..."

Octavia took that as her cue to pull Vinyl's muzzle the rest of the way to meet hers.

Vinyl obliged, practically drooling with anticipation.

But as much as Octavia usually enjoyed this, she began to resist after a few moments.

"Vinylmph--"

"We should really-- ooh..."

"Check o--" Octavia opened her eyes, pushing Vinyl off of her chest and licking her lips, severing the thread of saliva connecting their two muzzles. "Vin', remember how we try not to do stuff like this in front of Tambourine?"

Vinyl frowned. "I don't remember that. Beside, we should take advantage of the fact that she's sleeping through this. Doesn't she usually wake up as soon as I try to kiss you?"

"Yes. And she also doesn't usually sleep through her Mommy screaming her flank off about epic makeout monsters. Do you think she's okay?"

"Aw, she's fine, 'Tav. Now lay back down so I can get back to being the--"

I know, I know. Don't shout it again, it's getting very irritating." Octavia slid off the bed, swaying slightly as her headache took over again. "I'm sorry to interrupt whatever admittedly quite appetizing plan you had for me, but I have to check on her."

"Really, 'Tav? I was just getting to the good part." Vinyl whined, eying her lips hungrily.

Octavia ignored her, crossing the room quickly to the rented crib.

"Octy, I like being a monster. You're so adorable, I could just ea--"

"Vinyl, she's not here." Octavia sounded shocked and scared, and it snapped Vinyl out of her mood.

"WHAT?! Octy, what do you mean, she's not here?" Vinyl appeared at Octavia's side in a puff of blue smoke. "My Celestia, you're right. Oh, Octy, do ya think she ran away 'cause she thinks we're bad moms?"

"Of course not, Vinyl." Octavia wrapped her hooves around her marefriend, more trying to comfort herself than anything else. "She's too little to think of that, she can't even talk or walk on her own. She might be hiding."

The two mares turned the hotel room upside down before meeting in front of the crib again. Both were shaken, worried looks on their faces and tears shining in their eyes.

"Hey," Vinyl levitated something out of Tambourine's blankets. "What's this?"

"I-I don't know." Octavia's eyes widened fearfully. Do you think somepony foalnapped her?"

"Let's find out," Vinyl said grimly, taking a deep breath as she unfolded the note.

"Dear Octavia and Vinyl Scratch,
As you surely remember, I took care of Tambourine last night while you were having your gondola ride.
Well, as it turns out, the two of you were terribly drunk when you arrived home, and are currently more interested in blowing raspberries on each other's stomachs and drooling all over each other than taking care of your filly.
I hope you do not mind that I took Tambourine to my hotel, which is at 56 Foalencia street-- just a few blocks away from here-- in room 503. Come pick her up in the morning.
I hope this did not cause too much worry on your behalf. It seems the best idea because you are at the moment wrestling (I think) on the floor because Octavia fell off the bed.
Anyways, best of luck with the hangovers. Zecora gave me some kind of cure for them, you can have some when you pick up Tambourine.
Your friend,
Twilight Sparkle"

"Why, that-- I oughta--" Vinyl spluttered before Octavia layed a hoof on her cheek.

"No,Vin', she did the right thing. It sounds like we were in no shape to take care of her, now all we have to do is go pick her up."

Vinyl sighed, deflating. "I guess you're right. Celestia, even I can't remember what happened." She levitated a brush through Octavia's unkempt mane and her own glasses onto her nose. "Come on, Babe. Let's go."

Several wrong turns later, the two mares stepped through the sliding doors of Twilight's hotel, feeling sheepish.

"Hello," Octavia said smoothly to the colt behind the counter. He couldn't have been more then twelve years old, but he looked immensely proud of his job, so Octavia decided to treat him like an adult. "We've come to see Miss Twilight Sparkle? She should be staying in room 503."

The colt saluted. "Yes, ma'ams. I'll tell her immediately."

He ducked through a door behind the big desk and Vinyl prodded Octavia's side, whispering, "D'aawww."

Octavia just smiled. "Don't say that to him. I'm sure he feels very grown up working here. You wouldn't want to ruin that."

"Oft course not." Vinyl nuzzled Octavia's mane as they waited.

The colt emerged again to find them nose to nose. "She says for you to come right up, ma'ams. And she says she's been waiting for you."

He bowed slightly, blushing, and Vinyl giggled, giving Octavia a loud, slobbery kiss on the cheek as they boarded the elevator.

"What were you doing? Trying to make that poor colt as uncomfortable as possible?" Octavia scolded.

"Nope." Vinyl winked. "Just giving him some quality clopping material."

"Eugh! Vinyl, that's disgusting!"

The doors opened and the two mares hurried down the hallway, anxious to see their foal. Octavia knocked on the door, smiling nervously at Vinyl, eyes sparkling.

Twilight opened the door, a smiling Tambourine standing perched on her back. The tiny filly laughed in delight at the sight of her two mothers, leaping off Twilight's back onto Vinyl's head, clambering up and wrapping her hooves around Vinyl's horn.

Vinyl giggled, eyes turned upward as she tried to glimpse her filly. She stepped into Twilight's apartment, followed by a gently smiling Octavia.

Octavia looked at Twilight sheepishly. "Sorry about last night. And I'm really sorry you had to see us like that, of all things. You must think we're terrible mothers."

"No, not at all," Twilight assured her, patting her hoof. "Everypony deserves to have some fun, now and again."

"Yes, but not like that," Octavia blushed, embarrassed. "I assure you, that hasn't happened since when we met a couple of years ago."

"I understand," Twilight smiled. "It's really no big deal, Tambourine was an angel."

"That's a miracle," Vinyl observed from the floor, where she was play-wrestling with a squealing Tambourine.

"And, I hope you don't mind that I took a couple of the bottles i the fridge when I left, here, take them with you." Twilight levitated a paper saddlebag over to Octavia.

"Of course not. I'd be more worried if you didn't take them." Octavia swung the bag over her back, securing it expertly.

"Besides," Vinyl added, sitting up suddenly. "When you have walking milk-making machine me around all the time, the fridge stuff is just for emergencies, like this."

"I suppose I can't argue with that," Twilight said, grinning. "But honestly, it was no trouble having her. She slept almost all night, woke up at a reasonable hour, and Spike was willing to take care of her when she did wake up in the middle of the night. He's sleeping now."

"Well, I guess we should pay you a little extra for whatever miracle made our little fuss-budget behave so nicely for you. Here." Vinyl levitated 30 bits out of her wallet. "We insist."

As they left, Twilight popped a tiny paper packet into Octavia's bag. "That's the hangover stuff Zecora gave me. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie say it works wonders, but, I'm not one for drinking much, so I've never needed it."

"Thanks, Twilight." Octavia smiled. "Oh! and also, could you please try to keep this from getting too known? I mean... having a filly in a lesbian relationship with a DJ is already considered bad enough to most Canterlotians of my status, but this..."

"Don't worry, I know how Canterlot nobles are. I'll keep my mouth shut." Twilight answered as she shut the door. "Well, goodbye then. See you soon."

Once outside, Octavia sighed as she felt her headache return now that worry ceased to distract her. "I'm so glad she's okay."

Vinyl nodded, glancing at the foal draped across her back. "Yeah. me too. And I'm glad she gave us that hangover stuff. If it works for Pinks and Dash, it'll work for anypony."

"I am as well. If she hadn't, I would have had to hide in a dark hole for a couple of years." Octavia agreed.

"Don't do that," Vinyl nuzzled Octavia's mane affectionately. 'If you did your coat would get as pale as mine and then we would look the same except for our manes. I hate matching couples. Besides, I wouldn't be able to finish my EPIC MAKEOU--"

"Okay, okay. You can finish when we get home, and I mean home, home, as in Canterlot. Just please, stop shouting it!"