It hits the fan.
It was a few hours before dawn as Vinyl Scratch made her way home from her recent DJ gig at the Hoof Beat nightclub in Ponyville. Her eardrums were still pounding as she bobbed her head rhythmically to the beat. The music of the night continued to echo in her head long after the songs had ceased.
In spite of the darkness, Vinyl still wore her trademark sunglasses. Several neon glow stick necklaces of various colors dimly-illuminated her path as she stepped into her darkened house. A light was flicked on in the kitchen as Vinyl examined the cupboards for a late night snack. Her shelves were empty.
“Note to self: Go grocery shopping tomorrow,” Vinyl murmured under her breath. Her statement was punctuated by the sound of her growling stomach. For a moment, she was tempted to steal some of her roommate’s food. Vinyl opened Octavia’s cupboard; only to find her shelves filled with bags of coffee beans.
“No thanks,” Vinyl thought, “I need something to help me fall asleep.”
Vinyl opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk. After sniffing the glass to make sure the milk hadn’t expired, Vinyl used a heating spell to warm the milk before drinking it. She placed the empty glass in the sink before making her way upstairs towards her room. Vinyl glanced down the hall and noticed that her roommate’s bedroom light was still on.
“Octavia must have insomnia,” Vinyl thought with a smirk, “Must be all that coffee keeping her awake.” The warm milk made Vinyl sleepy, so she entered her room and made a beeline for her bed.
Once Octavia heard her roommate’s door close, she quietly poked her head out into the hallway. She listened to the sound of squeaking bed springs as Vinyl climbed into bed. After a few minutes, Octavia crept down the hall and pressed her ear against her roommate’s door. Octavia could hear the unmistakable sound of Vinyl’s snoring, which sounded very similar to dubstep. Once she was certain that her roommate was sound asleep, Octavia opened the door and stealthily entered the room.
Vinyl had a residue of filth coating the floor of her bedroom. There was a narrow path from the door to her bed. Every other inch of floor was piled with discarded fast food wrappers and dirty clothes. Octavia winced at the slovenly spectacle. She had always managed to keep her room immaculately clean ever since she was a filly. Octavia had scolded Vinyl numerous times on her messy living conditions, but nothing ever changed.
“I’ve never met a more uncouth mare,” Octavia thought, “Does she have no shame?”
Octavia held her breath. She stood frozen in place, out of fear that her rapid heartbeat would awaken Vinyl. She glanced over at her roommate. Vinyl’s white coat was bathed in the moonlight which poured in from the bedroom window.
Octavia put aside her fears. She knew that Vinyl was a sound sleeper. Octavia had done this many times before and hadn’t been caught yet. She convinced herself that tonight would be no different.
Octavia crept slowly to the side of her roommate’s bed. Vinyl’s shades had been set on top of her bedside table. Octavia watched her roommate sleep for several minutes, before leaning close and sniffing her mane. Vinyl hadn’t bothered to shower, so her body was still coated with sweat from her intense performance at the club. Most ponies would find Vinyl’s substandard hygiene off-putting, but Octavia secretly loved it. After gently brushing Vinyl’s mane aside, Octavia kissed her roommate’s right temple.
“Sleep well, my smelly seraph,” Octavia whispered quietly enough so as not to awaken her roommate, “I wonder what other odious odors you have for me to savor.”
After taking a step back from the bed, Octavia glanced at a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. She paused for a moment and mused over the use of clothes in pony society. Covering oneself with a garment wasn’t done in an effort to preserve modesty. In truth, it wasn’t uncommon for some ponies to own no clothes at all. They were predominantly reserved for formal or social occasions. In Vinyl’s case, she sometimes wore clothing when she had a DJ gig.
Octavia searched through the pile of clothes until she found what she was looking for: An old pair of her roommate’s panties. They were white, with blue horizontal stripes, which matched the color of Vinyl’s mane. Just below the elastic waistband, there was a small hole in the back of the panties, which was meant for a pony tail to fit through.
Octavia felt a surge of elation permeate her body. She wasted no time in pressing the prized panties to her nose and inhaled deeply. The pungent aroma of Vinyl’s mare scent filled Octavia’s nostrils like an expensive perfume. Octavia always waited until her roommate was asleep before sneaking in to sniff her panties. The increased risk of being caught by Vinyl, who was a mere few feet away, made the act even more erotic. Octavia gave a grateful shudder as she felt her vulva become puffy and moist from arousal.
After turning the panties inside out, Octavia gazed eagerly on her real prize: Vinyl’s skid mark. A faint brown vertical line from her roommate’s numerous smelly farts had permanently imprinted itself on the back of the panties.
Octavia took her right forehoof and began to grope her gooey grotto while staring at Vinyl. She pressed the panties against her muzzle with her left forehoof. The soft cotton fabric brushed against her nose as she sniffed the skid. She loved it when the offending odor made her eyes water. Octavia was drooling from both sets of lips as she sucked on the succulent stain. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to actually lick Vinyl’s ass cheeks clean. Octavia couldn’t help but let out a moan of unrequited longing as she imagined her roommate’s pastey white butt covered in a thin film of ass sweat. She bit her lip and desperately hoped her lustful noises hadn’t woken her roommate. Vinyl tossed and turned in her bed for a moment before suddenly opening her eyes. She looked around and surveyed an empty room.
“I could’ve sworn I heard a squeak,” Vinyl thought, “Oh, well. Must’ve been the house settling.” Octavia sat in the hallway with her back pressed against her roommate’s door. She pressed Vinyl’s dirty panties to her chest as she felt her heart beating rapidly.
“That was too close,” Octavia thought, “If I had delayed my exit for another second, she would’ve caught me for sure that time.” Octavia pressed her ear to the door and listened to the bedsprings squeak as Vinyl tossed in bed while attempting to fall back asleep.
“Goodnight,” Octavia whispered, “My love.”
Placing her roommate’s panties in her mouth, Octavia walked quietly down the hall. As she entered her room, Octavia looked around at how immaculate everything was. Her cello was displayed in the corner beside her work desk. Parchments with musical compositions were stacked neatly in several rows.
Octavia knelt down and pulled out a long, thin box from beneath her bed. After removing the lid, she examined its contents. There was a blue wad of her roommate’s hair which had been pulled from the shower drain, a couple pairs of Vinyl’s worn and dirty panties which Octavia had pulled from the trash, a clear plastic bag full of shavings from the time Octavia convinced her roommate to get a hooficure and a used bandage which had Vinyl’s clotted blood on it.
“A place for everything and everything in its place,” Octavia said, “Why can’t Vinyl be like me and conceal her uncouth nature from the world?” Octavia kissed the skid mark of the white panties with blue stripes before adding it to her collection of Vinyl memorabilia.
“Someday she’ll know how I feel about her,” Octavia said, wistfully, “Someday.” Octavia slid her secret box beneath her bed before crawling under the covers. After turning out the lights, Octavia stared up at the ceiling and gave an exasperated sigh.
Vinyl was completely oblivious to her roommate’s freaky fetishes. Based on outward appearances, Octavia was prim and proper; all that anypony could ever ask for in a roommate. She always paid her portion of the rent on time, vacuumed the carpets, washed the windows and helped do the dishes.
Vinyl’s main bone of contention came from Octavia being such a colossal neat freak. Octavia always got upset whenever her roommate failed to clean up after herself. Fast food wrappers and dishes left all over the house infuriated Octavia and she had no problem shouting her displeasure.
“Vinyl!” Octavia said on numerous occasions, “You are, by far, the most uncouth mare I’ve ever met!”
One evening, Vinyl ran into her house and sprinted upstairs. She cut several ripe farts as she ran to the bathroom.
“That’s the last time I eat at The Gassy Gaucho for dinner!” Vinyl said, while clenching her butt cheeks tightly.
Vinyl closed the bathroom door and rushed to the commode. The position of sitting in this manner felt unnatural for ponies, but Vinyl has grown accustomed to the toilet ever since she was trained as a little filly. Immediately after positioning herself over the toilet bowl, Vinyl relaxed her sphincter. She waited, but nothing came out. Vinyl strained against her constipation.
“Hrrr!,” Vinyl groaned, “Nnggh!” A few small farts emerged like fanfare announcing a royal procession. The crown of an enormous turd slowly began to emerge from her puffy, white butthole.
“It’s so big,” Vinyl said through gritted teeth, “Oh, sweet Celestia! It feels like I’m being split down the middle!”
Vinyl strained as she worked to expel the enormous excrement from her body. She felt a shiver shoot up her spine as the solid shit cylinder stimulated her sphincter before landing with a loud plop in the toilet bowl.
Vinyl took a moment to catch her breath. Her asshole was still tingling from her monstrous bowel movement. Vinyl turned around and looked down at her recent rectal relinquishment with a mix of awe and accomplishment. The brown log stretched from one end of the bowl to the other. It looked like a fat, fecal phallus.
“It’s so long and firm,” Vinyl thought, “I can’t believe that something so big just came out of me.” Vinyl thought she heard a faint moaning sound, but she assumed it was just her stomach rumbling.
“One thing’s for sure. I definitely need more fiber in my diet,” Vinyl said. The rank stench caused her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. She was eager to dispose of her dropping as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the handle was broken. Vinyl jiggled it, but the commode wouldn’t flush.
“Great,” Vinyl said sardonically to herself, “Better fix the toilet. Last thing I need is Octavia bitching at me for leaving a floater behind.” Vinyl walked downstairs and headed for the kitchen, which is where she kept the tools. What she didn’t realize was that the commode had been purposefully sabotaged.
Once Octavia was certain that her roommate had gone, she pulled back the shower curtain and emerged from the tub where she’d been hiding. Her eager moan from earlier had almost given away her position. She approached the toilet with restrained reverence. The scent of her roommate’s freshly laid log was making Octavia’s mouth water. Her other set of lips were moist from arousal.
After finding a crescent wrench beneath the kitchen sink, Vinyl headed back upstairs to fix the toilet. As she neared the bathroom door, a faint noise could be heard coming from within. She opened the door slowly and carefully peered inside. The seat lid was up and Octavia had her head sticking into the toilet bowl. At first Vinyl thought that Octavia was vomiting.
Vinyl cautiously took a step into the bathroom. A small creak of the floor alerted Octavia to the fact that she wasn’t alone. She lifted her head out of the toilet bowl and turned to stare at her roommate. Vinyl wasn’t prepared for what she saw.
Octavia was smiling, with a literal shit-eating grin. The remnants of her roommate’s monstrous log were smeared on her lips and cheeks. The toilet water glistened as it dripped down Octavia’s chin. Her mouth was filled with feces, which she eagerly gulped down. Octavia slowly began to walk towards her roommate with crap still clinging to her lips. Vinyl dropped her cresent wrench in surprise and took a fearful step back.
“Octavia!” Vinyl shouted, “What in the name of dubstep is wrong with you?”
Octavia was oblivious to her roommate’s panicked questions. Now that the secret of her excrement obsession was out, it was as though a burden had been lifted. Octavia had a chance for her roommate to know the whole truth. She wasn’t about to back down now.
“For years I’ve dreamed how it would be,” Octavia said, “The texture. The consistency. The smell.” There was something sensual about the way Octavia emphasized the smell of Vinyl’s shit.
“It tastes just like I dreamt it would,” Octavia said, euphorically.
“Keep away from me!” Vinyl said, “Octavia, you’re sick! You need help!”
“You can help me by letting me lick more of your lavatory logs,” Octavia said as she moved towards her roommate.
Vinyl slowly backed down the hall, while never taking her eyes off of Octavia. Vinyl’s hind hooves snagged on the hallway rug and caused her to fall. Octavia seized on the opportunity and pinned her roommate to the ground. Vinyl looked up in horror as Octavia’s shit-stained lips formed a sincere smile.
“I love you, Vinyl,” Octavia said in barely a whisper, “I adore every part of you. Even the part you flush.” Before Vinyl could respond, Octavia leaned forward and gave her roommate an open-mouthed kiss. Vinyl wanted to scream, but she was too shocked to make a sound.
Vinyl could feel the clammy sensation of the toilet water dripping down her chin as Octavia kept their lips locked together. Octavia moaned passionately as she tongued her roommate’s mouth. Vinyl winced in disgust. She could smell and taste her own shit as they kissed.
Octavia began to weep as she broke the kiss. She pressed her forehead against the underside of her roommate’s horn. Vinyl could feel salty tears fall upon her nervous brow.
“Oh, my dear, sweet Vinyl,” Octavia said, as her voiced became choked with emotion, “All this time I thought that you should learn to hide your boorish behavior, but I was wrong. You’re content to be a slob and you don’t care who knows it. Your self-confidence inspired me to finally share my true self with you.” Vinyl was at a loss for words. She was stunned that her roommate Octavia, the erudite socialite and musical prodigy, had a secret penchant for poo. Vinyl remained silent. She didn’t know how to react to this. After wiping away her tears, Octavia lifted her head and gazed down lovingly into her roommate’s eyes, which were staring out into space.
“I realize this may be hard to take,” Octavia said, sympathetically, “You’re probably still in shock.”
“It’s a lot to digest,” Vinyl said and immediately regretted her choice of words. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Vinyl just lay in the hallway with her roommate on top of her. Octavia pressed her head against Vinyl’s chest and listened to her rapid heartbeat.
“Calm down,” Octavia said, “It’ll be okay.”
“Why are you doing this?” Vinyl said, in exasperated confusion, “What do you want?” Octavia lifted her head off of her roommate’s chest and stared right into Vinyl’s eyes.
“I want you,” Octavia said.
“Oh shit,” Vinyl said.
“Exactly,” Octavia said, “Ever since I met you, the thought of sampling your scat made me salivate. For years I’ve dreamed of dining on your delicious defecation.” Octavia lay beside her roommate and slowly rubbed one of her forehooves against Vinyl’s belly.
“You tish-filled tease,” Octavia said, “How long must I wait before I’m finally filled with your felicitous feces?”
“Nope!” Vinyl said, suddenly. After leaping to her hooves, Vinyl ran from Octavia and headed for the nearest open door, which happened to be the bathroom. Before Octavia had time to react, Vinyl had locked herself inside. Vinyl looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her expression was of confused panic.
“This has to be a dream,” Vinyl said, “Some sick, disgusting dream. I need to wake up.”
Vinyl used her magic to fill up a glass of water and splashed it in her face. When she opened her eyes, she was still in the bathroom, only now her mane was wet. Vinyl was about to swear, when the sound of her roommate knocking on the bathroom door made her jump.
“I’m sorry if I scared you, Vinyl. Please, don’t shut me out ,” Octavia said in desperation, “I love you.” Vinyl winced as she looked over at the toilet. Octavia had eaten all of the excrement and had even licked the bowl clean.
Octavia was crying outside of the bathroom, when the door opened. She looked up into the eyes of Vinyl, who was levitating a roll of toilet paper with her unicorn magic. Vinyl’s immediate reactions had been disgust and pity, but as she stared into her roommate’s big, pleading eyes, she couldn’t help but sense the genuine love Octavia had for her. Vinyl tore off several squares of toilet paper and used it to wipe the tears from Octavia’s eyes.
“Come inside and let’s talk about this,” Vinyl said. Octavia and Vinyl sat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor and stared at one another.
“First of all, let me say how thoroughly disgusted I am with you,” Vinyl said, “Don’t think you’ve won me over because I opened the door. I still think what you did was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Understood,” Octavia said, “My actions failed to conform to societal norms and you have every right to be disgusted.”
“This isn’t about societal norms,” Vinyl said, “What you did was…” Vinyl lost her train of thought as she stared at the remnants of her shit which was still clinging to her roommate’s lips. Vinyl tore off several squares of toilet paper and gave them to Octavia.
“You have a little… something on your lips,” Vinyl said, awkwardly.
“Sorry,” Octavia said as she took the toilet paper which was intended for her lips and used it to dab at her moist eyes, “You must think my table manners are atrocious.”
Vinyl winced as she watched Octavia’s tongue lick her shit-stained lips clean. Vinyl wondered if it could really be considered poor ‘table manners’ if the meal came straight from the toilet. For a moment, the two roommates remained silent. Vinyl appeared to be searching for the right words. The more she thought about this situation, the angrier she became.
“When I think of all the times you scolded me for leaving out dirty dishes,” Vinyl said, irritated, “Now I find you…” Vinyl cringed. She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
“Eating your shit?” Octavia said; trying to be helpful in the most direct way possible.
“Don’t you find that at all hypocritical?” Vinyl said, “You had me convinced that you were a neat freak. Now I find out that you’re just freaky.”
“What? You mean if I was an outward slob like you, my fecal fixation would be more understandable?” Octavia said, curtly, “I would think that my dining on defecation would be shocking to you regardless of how clean I kept my room.” Vinyl furrowed her brow and snorted contemptuously.
“Fair enough,” Vinyl said, “But what about bacteria? Aren’t you worried about getting sick?” Octavia mulled over her roommate’s concerns as she considered how to phrase her response.
“While it’s true that poop is full of bacteria, it’s also the same bacteria that lives in your gut and plays many healthy roles in your body,” Octavia said, “Coprophagy is not necessarily unhealthy unless the poop originates from an unhealthy individual.” Vinyl could feel her stomach turn as Octavia continued to explain the science behind stool sampling.
“Bacteria in the colon can metabolize fiber and generate useful nutrients that are only partly absorbed during initial ingestion of the food we eat, while the rest are excreted with the stool,” Octavia said, “Reingestion of these nutrients by consuming stools allows a second opportunity for absorption in the gut. In fact, coprophagy in mice is considered normal behavior because it helps them to extract extra energy from their food.”
“There are better ways to get nutrition,” Vinyl said.
“I never said that I ate shit solely for its nutritional value,” Octavia said, “I merely wanted to assuage your fears by assuring you that consuming crap won’t kill me. Excrement is an acquired taste and one which I greatly enjoy.”
“Fair enough,” Vinyl said, “But don’t think you’re ever going to convince me to eat your poo. I can tell you right now that’s never going to happen. I don’t care how nutritious it is.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to change for me,” Octavia said, longingly, “I was just hoping you would be flattered to learn that I not only worshiped the ground you walk on, but also adored your anal alms.” After seeing the look of disgust on her roommate’s face, Octavia sighed and hung her head. Vinyl gulped.
“I had no idea you felt that way about me,” Vinyl said.
“We’ve known each other for years as friends and roommates,” Octavia said, “I can no longer hide my true feelings. If we are what we eat then I want to be your poop.” Vinyl nearly jumped as Octavia moved swiftly towards her. In a flash Vinyl was leaning against the side of the toilet. It felt very cold against the back of her neck. Octavia was close enough for her roommate to smell her shitty breath.
“Please make me your little porcelain princess,” Octavia said, desperately, “I want you to use me like the dirty commode I am. Fart in my face and shit in my mouth. I want the warm and mushy cascade of your caca cornucopia to stain my teeth. When I’m in public, I want my brown nose and foul stench to show the world that I’m your submissive and smelly toilet twat.” Vinyl was at a loss for words. She’d never had anypony be so hopelessly obsessed with her before.
“You love me more than anything, don’t you?” Vinyl said, “Even your own dignity?”
“I would do anything for you,” Octavia said, “No matter how degrading.” Vinyl’s face broke into a sly smile.
“So, you’d do anything for me, huh?” Vinyl asked.
“Oh, yes!” Octavia said, “Please give me a chance to prove my love.”
“Alright,” Vinyl said, “If you love me, then promise me you’ll never eat shit again.” Octavia’s face fell. She sighed while staring morosely at the floor tiles.
“You just don’t understand,” Octavia said, sadly, “Eating excrement is part of who I am. There’s more to this story than you know.”
“Then tell me,” Vinyl said, “When did you first discover this passion for poo?”
Octavia walked over to the shower and turned on the faucet. She closed the curtain as the hot water caused the bathroom to fill with steam. It was like their own personal sauna. Vinyl moved away from the toilet and sat next to Octavia. The two ponies could feel their pores open as they sat beside each other with their backs against the outer edge of the tub.
“It all started with my mother,” Octavia said, “She was a big proponent of natural remedies. When I was younger, I rarely went to the doctor or took any medicine. My mother assured me that my body was the greatest doctor I would ever have.”
“What would she do when you didn’t feel well?” Vinyl asked.
“Whenever I became sick or constipated as a filly, my mother would administer an enema to cleanse my colon of impurities,” Octavia said, “I knew my parents gave each other enemas as well, but I never saw them do it. Sometimes after they had finished, I would go to the bathroom and see the enema bag and nozzle drying. I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I imagined my mother with her tail sticking up so my father could insert a well-lubed nozzle into her bottom.” Vinyl winced as she imagined her own parents having sex. She shook her head to rid her mind of the horrible mental image.
“I was too young to comprehend the erotic undertones of enemas,” Octavia said, “Looking back on it, I can see why my parents were so madly in love with one another.” Octavia paused and gave a wistful sigh before continuing her story.
“Mother always encouraged me to pee before my enema,” Octavia said, “She told me that an empty bladder allowed more room inside me for the cleansing suds.”
“Did the enemas hurt?” Vinyl asked.
“Mother was gentle with me,” Octavia said, “She always thoroughly lubricated my entrance and the nozzle before inserting the enema. She would read me stories while monitoring my progress. She helped to make sure I didn’t accidentally make a mess.” Vinyl stared at Octavia, who gave a somber sigh.
“Once I was old enough to go into heat, my enemas had a whole new significance,” Octavia said, “After I discovered the joys of self pleasure, I was eager to experience an orgasm during an enema.”
“Sounds to me like you didn’t know whether you were cumming or going!” Vinyl said. The bad pun caused Octavia to furrow her brow and glare at her roommate.
“Sorry,” Vinyl said, “So, what did you do?”
“One day, after my mother had inserted the nozzle, I asked her if I could be by myself for a while, instead of reading stories. I never told her what I intended to do, but by the look on her face, I think she knew. After promising her that I wouldn’t make a mess, my mother left me to experiment.”
“So you just started clopping on the bathroom floor?” Vinyl asked.
“The urge to masturbate comes naturally during an enema,” Octavia said, “So I reasoned that there was no harm in embracing the full pleasures of my body.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Vinyl said.
“Since some of my first sexual experiences were so closely linked to enemas, it’s only natural that I would find the scent and sight of scat arousing,” Octavia said.
“I still don’t understand how you go from enemas to actually eating shit,” Vinyl said.
“I’ve always been a gifted musician,” Octavia said, “After I got my cutie mark, my parents sent me off to a finishing school for musical prodigies. I brought my enema bags with me, but my teacher confiscated them when I arrived. She thought that enemas were vulgar and forbade me from ever doing them again.”
“Well that sucks,” Vinyl said, “What happened next?”
“One night while I was returning to my dorm, I passed by a familiar smell,” Octavia said, “Somepony had forgotten to curb their dog. I scooped the freshly laid doggie doo up on a blank sheet of parchment in an effort to keep the campus beautiful, but I couldn’t compel myself to throw the tish in the trash. The smell of scat was intoxicating. I crumpled the parchment around the dog turd and placed it in my saddle bag. After hurrying back to my dorm room, I hopped into bed and pulled the covers over me.” Vinyl could feel the steam from the shower relaxing her. She sat and listened to Octavia’s story with rapt attention.
“I took the dog turd out of the bag and held it to my nose,” Octavia said, “I closed my eyes and reflected back to the enemas of my youth. The powerful scent of scat wafted up my nostrils and made my pussy moist. I began to touch myself while sniffing the doggie doo. I was on the verge of euphoria, when the light to the dorm room switched on.”
“Who was it?” Vinyl asked.
“The teacher,” Octavia said, “She had come for a surprise inspection. I knew I couldn’t be caught with dog crap, so I did the only thing I could think of.”
“You swallowed the evidence?” Vinyl asked.
“There was no time to do anything else!” Octavia said, “No sooner had stuffed the doggie doo in my mouth, than the teacher pulled back the covers. I looked her in the eye while swallowing shit. She could smell the poo, which fortunately masked the scent of my moist marehood. The teacher wrinkled her nose in disgust and asked me what that offensive odor was. I lied and told her that I had just passed gas.”
“Wow,” Vinyl said, “and she bought it?”
“She did,” Octavia said, “I still got reprimanded, though. She told me that ‘proper fillies never fart in bed.’”
“So your teacher never found out what you were really doing?” Vinyl asked.
“Shortly after that incident, I began to develop stronger cravings for crap,” Octavia said, “I tried several different diets to determine which foods produce the most savory stools. I’ve managed to kept my scat fetish a secret from everypony… until today. I hope that now you know the whole story, you can understand why I do what I do.” Vinyl closed her eyes and sighed. There was a substantial silence as beads of condensation slid down the bathroom mirror.
“I would understand if you never wanted to see me again,” Octavia said, sadly. Without any warning, Vinyl leaned forward and hugged her roommate. She was crying.
“Ever since we first met, I’ve always looked up to you,” Vinyl said, “You were always so refined, while I was a slob. You performed for royalty while I entertained drunken losers. I envied your success. You gave me something to aspire to. I’ve always cared for you, Octavia, even if I never had the courage to admit it before. Nothing you do will ever stop me from loving you.” Octavia reciprocated the hug and began to sob tears of joy. After allowing her roommate to have a good cry, Vinyl wiped away the tears.
“So be honest with me,” Vinyl said, “What does it feel like to have an enema?”
“The soapy water can be uncomfortable at times,” Octavia said, “I was grateful when I eventually discovered the joys of coffee enemas.” Vinyl’s eyes went wide.
“Is that why you have so much coffee?!” Vinyl said, “You’ve been pouring it in your ass? Doesn’t that burn?” Octavia giggled.
“The coffee’s not boiling hot,” Octavia said, “It feels warm and wonderful. You should try it sometime.”
“We’ll see,” Vinyl said, “One step at a time.”