Gave it a crap name because I can't think of one right now...
This is NOT your average Vinyl Scratch and Octavia story. I'm not going with the whole "Vinyl Scratch is a drug head who lived on the streets" thing. Honestly, to start out as a DJ, it's a lot of money into it. You don't just GET that equipment! Anywhore, on with the story, I guess.
Well, technically, Vinyl Scratch. Personally, though, I prefer "Scratch". Makes me sound like I just got out of some bad ass fight, and I'm all cut up and shit, right?
Totally.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that that's why everyone loves me.
(Y'know...'cause I'm so bad ass?)
All the babes around here practically stampede over each other to get a little taste of my white chocolate. They can't help that I'm so bucking awesome. I mean, c'mon. I'm a friggin' DJ for Christs' sake.
What's that? You got a problem with me saying "Christ"? Fuck off, buddy. I know you're there, I know you're reading this, I'm in your world, bro. Just calm your tits and we can get this story on the road.
.......What were we talking about?
Probably about how damn sexy I am.
Anyways, names Vinyl Scratch, grew up in Manehatten, moved to Canterlot a few weeks ago, and guess what? Shit's great. This city is CRAAAAWWWLLLIIINNN' with bitches. I mean, seriously! I go to a club, strut my stuff, and boom. Fifty numbers.
....You wanna know my secret? It's the shades. The chicks TOTALLY dig them. They're like "Oh, shit Vinyl Scratch. I want to snuggle up into your McMuffin!" Then, of course, I have to respond with "I SURE HOPE YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING ME TO TAKE YOU OUT TO DINNER FIRST."
That ALWAYS gets them! Seriously! You guys are always like "Oh, woe is me, I got friendzoned, I'm gunna go cut myself another huge ass chunk of cake!" Dude, really. Go stick it in her. I mean, I'm a friggin' mare, and check out all this sweet pony crotch I'm getting. Take it from me, fella's. The ladies loooooovvveeee assertiveness.
Okay, enough about how awesome I am. Let's get on with the story.
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Damn, it's cold. I mean, seriously. Check that out! There are icicles coming off that space heater. How does that even happen?!
"HEY! SAL!" I scream. Of course, his lazy ass jumps about 5 feet in the air. His wings flutter and crap, and feathers fall off. How disgusting.
"You gotta fix the damn heater, man. It's cold as buck."
He looked at me, and got off his high-horse to go call another lazy cunt to call ANOTHER lazy cunt to go fix the heater.
Welp, that's Canterlot for ya.
"Vinyl Scratch", he said as he turned toward me, small mop of brown mane flowing. "You've got an important gig tonight."
"Well, no shit. That's why I'm in your office, you dumb fu-"
"Vinyl, cut the crap, I don't feel like putting up with it."
Ouch. That hurt. See, Sal is like my best friend. He manages the club that I primarily own-er, play at. (Though, I gotta admit a few mares would think I did own it. I mean, a story or two might have slipped out from somepony who MIGHT have been trying to impress them. But, seriously, the odds of that are astronomical.) Sal's a great guy, and almost never gets mad at me, even when I'm being a total bitch. He called me into his office about 5 minutes ago, though, and this whole time has been us staring at each other. Then I felt like my horn could pierce diamond I was so cold. Which is where you guys picked up at.
"Alrighty then, Sal. What's on the menu tonight?"
"Well, it's a fancy job. You gotta look nice, and play classical, all that bullshit."
I groaned. I HATED classical music. I mean, I know most DJ's cum in their hooves just to even ATTEMPT to land a job like the one I was sure to get tonight. But, seriously. "LADDAA DEEEE LADDA DOOO LADDAAA DUMMM?" Buck. That. It's so stupid! Not like MY music, of course. The wubs coarse through your body, leaving you feeling like you just chewed 5 gum.
"Aight. What time, where at, all the dete's."
"It's at the Canterlot castle-" I nearly fell out of my chair. I was expecting a reception or something, not ROYALTY. "At around 9-ish. You gotta be there at 5, though, and set up."
"What's the occasion?"
"A wedding. Y'know Shiny Armour or whatever?" I shook my head, and he ran a hoof through his hair.
"Y'know, tall guy, blue hair, unicorn, Captain of the guard, I think. Anyways, it doesn't matter. He's marrying a princess."
I whistled. A royal wedding. Huh. This oughtta be interesting.
"So what's the pay?"
"You're gunna get about 5."
"There better be three invisible zeroes hiding behind that 5." I said. I don't do anything without my proper pay, see.
He laughed at me, and turned around in his desk chair. I knew that as a sign of "Get the buck outta my office, ya crazy cunt."
I shocked him a bit with my magic, and walked out grinning. -----------------------------------
A royal wedding. I guess I should clean my coat then, huh?
I was staring at my gorgeous self in the mirror. Damn. Sometimes, I wonder why I'm not plastered all over Equestria. I mean, who can resist this face?
I stare at myself in my class-as-fuck mirror, giving myself my best "sex" eyes. I gotta admit, I understood how all mares crumbled under their virgin-selves to catch a glance at me. It's like, even the straight ones want me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm sexy as Hell, or that I'm great at everything I do, or that I've got the coolest hair in Equestria, or that....
Well, I'd love to go on all day about how great I am, but I gotta get ready for this stupid gig. -----------------------------------
So, the shower was nice. Definitely helped. I partied hard last night, and didn't realize my mane looked so messy. Not that the whole "I-just-had-sex-with-four-mares-at-once" look doesn't work for me, it's just that I like to keep it nice and neat most of the time.
I pack up all my shit, and load it up into a cart. Got my speakers, soundboard, vinyl's....everything's all here. Great.
I load that shit up in the cart, and pay some of my bitches to go carry that shit to the castle. It's 4:30 p.m, and I don't want to be late. That hurts the rep, y'know? So I let those stupid colts think they're going to get some of my sweet scrathy-time, and they happily carry it across town. I, however, am gunna go get me some damn coffee. Can't flirt with a bunch of whores if I can't be jacked up on caffeine.
Uugghhhh. Dude, literally, NO ONE here is good looking. I mean, that mare over there is pretty hot, but she's stuck up. I do NOT like that. And check out THAT chick! Her hair's gotta be like, 5 hooves tall! That's bucking weird!
Anyways, I'm here setting up. Gotta get my speakers, my discs, my boards....glasses? Glasses. Got it. It's about 6:30 p.m, though, and there seems to be some drama. I remember hearing from one of those fancy-ass stallions that the wedding rehearsal was going on...Don't see what the point in rehearsing is. Well, I mean, with a wedding, anyways. I rehearse my ASS off. Gotta make sure that my music sounds good, my speakers sound good, and that I look good. I mean, you ever see any girl go down on some low-class performer? No sir-ee, you haven't.
Man, is that cake? That cake looks fucking orgasmic. I want to take that cake and shove it so far into my-
What the Hell...? Who is THAT.
I lower my shades, and stare at this chick. She's toting a cello behind her, and has got two dumb ass looking colts following her. She looks snooty, too. But she's...she's positively gorgeous. And I don't mean skanky gorgeous...I mean drop-dead, "Holy shit, that's a model" gorgeous. She's got this mane that's jet black, and it's like I'm looking into the night. Her coat is this kick-ass tone of gray, and it's...it's so smooth, I can't take it!
I have GOT to get this chicks number.
I pull my glasses back on, and walk in her general direction. I'm planning the scenario as I go.
"Hey, babe, name's Scratch. What's yours?"
"Oh, it's I'msobeautifulitmakesyoureyeshurt."
"Wow, great name. And nice bow tie. I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor, though."
"Oh, Scratch! You're so dreamy!"
Then that mare'd rush up on me and taste my creamy white deliciousness.
As I'm nearing her, I see that she's struggling. Her hooves aren't made for that. She's so tiny, so...so dainty. So...damn, what's that word...elegant.
"Hey, can I uh...can I help you with that?"
She looks at me.
"What the buck did I just say? That's not what the plan was. Scratch, get your head in the game. Stick with the plan that ALWAYS gets them!"
"I mean, er...y'know, if you need it. I mean, I'm not saying I don't want to help. I mean, it's just that, y'know. You look like you could use it, and I'd like to offer my-"
She raises an eyebrow, and I realize that I'm stumbling. What the actual buck is this horse shit? Why can't I talk?
"...services."
"Well, uh...yes. Yes, I'd like some help. It seems that a pair of certain STALLIONS aren't as useful as you are."
I dunno why, and I can't really explain it, but wow...the way that she called me useful made me feel like I just drank a full thing of tequila.
The two guys behind her jumped, and gave guilty eyes, before rushing towards her.
"Oh no, you two. It's not use now. I'll let Ms. uh...Ms..."
"Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch."
"Ah, then you must be the DJ?"
Holy chipotle sauce, she new my name.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm playing at 9."
"Oh, well, isn't that pleasant? We were just on our way to the castle. We're playing, as well, and we're meant to be there for the rehearsal. Though, we're not needed till the end. However, even if we DID speed..."
She didn't stop there. But I stopped listening. I don't mean that rudely, I mean, it's like...I can't focus on what she's saying. It's like her words are music. Each word another beat, and each sound a lyric. Not to mention that damn sexy accent.
Wait a sec, did I just think that? Like, seriously. "Her words are music?" What the buck is that? And I can't even talk straight, either! What the actual fu-
"Er, Ms. Scratch?"
I snapped out of those gay-ass thoughts. My lover needed me.
MY LOVER? WHAT THE FUCK.
"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm just a little bit side-tracked..."
"It's alright. However, if you're to help me, and forgive me if I seem to be rude right now...But er, I really do need to hurry."
"Yeah, no problem! Yeah, lemme get that for ya..."
I used some of my magic to lift it up for her, and I followed closely behind, allowing her to lead. And I uh, miiiight have checked out dat ass.
And what an ass it was.
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Well, this young woman seems quite polite. Though, I must say, her mane is a bit...eccentric for this type of party. You'd think she'd have had enough sense to comb it a small bit better....
"No, Octavia. It looks incredible like it is. You've been hanging out with your mother to much."
Ugh. I suppose you're right. It DOES suit her. In fact, for a DJ, she's not bad looking.
"Shut up, you know she's gorgeous."
Well, I suppose...she HAS got that 'wild' look about her...
"And that's JUST what you're looking for, is it not?"
Well, yes, I guess you're right again.
I feel that part of my head quiet down. It's my voice of reason, you see. The voice that reveals what I REALLY want, so I don't allow myself to use the judgement of others to guide me. This Vinyl Scratch WAS very pretty...and her glasses...she needed to take them off. I need to see those eyes. I bet they're a bright green. I love green eyes. So entrancing, and so much like the grass, which felt so soft on your back...
"Uh, I...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?"
The young mare said it as a question, and, I must admit, it startled me. I had been in my own little world, allowing my hooves to guide me to the route I walked often.
"Octavia. It's...it's Octavia."
"Octavia, huh?"
"Yes."
We stared at each other. Why couldn't she move those damned glasses? They're making this so difficult...
"*ahem* Well, uh, can we go now, Octavia?" Johnathan asked.
I couldn't tear my eyes from the solid white pony in front of me.
"Yes, Johnathan. You two go ahead. I wish to speak with Ms. Scratch for a few moments."
"Well, uh, alright."
I moved the slightest bit to allow them past us.
"So, uh...you...wanna talk to me?"
What the hay was I doing? Why DID I say that?
"Well, uh...I don't normally don't DO this, but...would you perhaps be interested in-"
NO OCTAVIA. DO NOT ASK THE FOLLOWING QUESTION.
"In...?" Vinyl asked, her eyebrows visible above her purple-tinted sunglasses.
"In...in...playing a certain song tonight? When you are er, performing, that is."
"Oh."
Her shoulders went down, as did her eyebrows. She sent out waves of disappointment. But, why? It's not like she could even POSSIBLY feel the same as I do. It's not as if she could ever love me. It's not as if she could ever want to wrap those gorgeous white hooves around me as we tumbled through my apartment, a glass of champagne in each of our hooves....
Octavia! Get yourself together.
"I mean, if you do not accept requests, I unders-"
"No, no! It's fine! I mean, sure, what's the song?"
Shikes. I hadn't thought of that. Damn, what's a popular song now-a-days? All I can come up with are things on my cello. Damn it!
"Uh, how about-"
CRASH.
"What the fuck!" Vinyl said, nearly dropping my cello from her magic. My eyes widened at her language, but I myself was quite shocked. I had jumped several feet back. That sounded like an explosion...
"Did you hear that?" I asked.
She looked at me, and I know that if she hadn't been wearing glasses, her eyes would've rolled in a 360 degree motion.
"Pretty sure everyone in Canterlot heard that."
"Oh, har har- AGH!"
A small pony-like thing came crashing down towards us. It spiraled inwards, and hit the ground with a large bang. Scratch and I looked up simultaneously, then back towards each other.
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What the fuck was that? What the fuck are those? What the fuck is all this?!
Little black pony things are flying around everywhere!
Octavia's just run behind me. I can't lose sight of her, though. This is already dangerous. These things are spiraling out all over town. In fact, one of those little bitches just smashed down about 50 feet from Octavia. Oh, HELL no.
"Hey, buddy! Get the BUCK out of here!" I screamed in its general direction. It turned and stared at me, and Octavia gave a little yelp. It started moving towards me, then I saw 'Tavi catch his interest.
...Tavi? What the....
The thing leaped up. OH BUCK THAT! I throw myself in front of the grey Earth pony, and hit the thing in the side, right as it was about to come into contact with her. I was NOT letting her get hurt.
Vinyl, what the Hell. You would've bolted by now. This chick isn't anything to you. She's not even interested in-
Doesn't matter. She IS something to me.
"Vinyl!" Tavi screeched. I look, and see....I see ME. There's an identical me staring at me. What the actual...what?
"Hey, what's your deal, man!" I ask it, stomping a hoot in front of me. The voice that comes out is identical to mine, and so is the hoofstomp. It was a little more than creepy, I admit. But I was NOT letting my guard down.
My voice came out of this thing, and I didn't like it what it had to say.
"Move aside. Let me have the girl."
"Hell no."
We stared at each other a few more seconds, and I realized that Octavia was shaking behind me. I could feel her fear behind me, coming off her in waves. Glorious waves that I'm sure accentuated the nice move of her flank when she walked....
No, Vinyl, FOCUS.
Focus on her ass.
No, focus on your copy-cat.
No, her ass! Doo it...think about it...
No, brain, go away!
Okay, focus, focus, here we go...take a step forward.
"You've no choice, feeble pony. Move, or I move you myself."
"Come at me."
Apparently that thing takes those kind of comments literally, because next thing I know, I've got ME on top of...of ME!
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Oh, nonononononononono! No, I've got to help her! She's fighting that creature by herself! C'mon, Octavia, get yourself together! Think, think, THINK!
"Ouch, you son of a bitch!"
THINK, OCTAVIA! Vinyl is getting hurt, think, think, THINK!
.....Am I mentally ill? My cello! Of course!
I pick my cello up off the ground with my forehooves, and then come into an immediate problem. Which one was the real Vinyl?
"Get the fuck off me, you piece of shit!"
Found her.
I swung the cello with everything I had, making direct contact with the skull of the white mare on top. It cracked, and I heard a scream, but no curse words. It flew a few feet backwards, and I heard it hit the ground. I couldn't be bothered to look, though, for my eyes were only on the pony laying in front of me.
Her mane was messed up, and her coat now dirty. She lay on her back, head resting on the ground, and groaning.
"Oh, Vinyl!" I whispered, kneeling down. She'd be okay, that much wass clear. But she had a few wounds, some cuts and minor bruises. Nothing to serious.
"Are you okay? Some of those hits look like they hurt."
"Well, they didn't feel good, I'll tell you that."
I smirked. Not many people used sarcasm around me. It was a perfect place to let my best side out.
"Really? It seemed like you got a sick kinda kick outta getting beat."
She shifted her head towards me, her mouth slightly open. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, and it was like the sun raising over the horizon. I couldn't help but laugh. It was just so...so beautiful. Indescribable, actually. She started laughing, too. Eventually I was on the ground with her, our sides bumping.
Then, we hear more screaming.
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I jump up off the ground. There were screams coming from all directions, and in the distance, ponies were being attacked by both duplicates of themselves, and the little black things.
"Vinyl, what do you suppose we do?"
I stare at her. Her eyes are boring into mine, and I've lost the ability to coherently think for a few moments. Then, I finally manage to shrug, and say:
If Octavia's eyes had been any larger, they'd have covered up her mouth. I busted into laughter, attempting to silence myself. We WERE in hiding, anyways.
"Vinyl Scratch! That joke was in HORRID taste. Besides, it's not anatomically possible for that to happen."
"You don't know that! I mean, look at Mare Gaga. She's pretty sketchy, don'tchya think?"
Our whispered argument was turning into a laughing fest, and she finally had to lay a hoof across my face. I gotta say, it felt like someone had turned the temperature on my face up to 100 degrees. The way she touched me was...incredible. Her coat was so soft, so incredibly silky...and she was so graceful. Every limb moved in one fluid motion, and her hair always went with it...
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Why the Hell is she staring at me like that? I wish I could see her damned eyes. I mean, right now, she looks so...so...mysterious. It's downright attractive, and unfair. Her mane is a disheveled mess, and her smile just seems to be the source of light for all of Equestria. She's so...magnificent...the way that she moves, it's like a wild animal. Each limb moving on its own accord, as if she's got nothing to do with it! She's so primitive, and yet modern. She's...incredible...
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Damn, she's hot. No, she's not even hot. She's...wow.
Vinyl, what's HAPPENING to you? You would've already tried to get her back to your apartment. You would've already woken up, and she'd be gone, having that instinct that all the mares you sleep with do. What's up with you? You've had a total of 2 hours with this bitch, and she's already fucked you up. I mean, you're thinking all corny and shit, and you're talking like you're a whole new person! What's UP with you?
Shut up, brain. I like her. I like her a LOT. She's...different than those other mares. She's...incredible.
Yeah, well...just...fuck.
She's staring at me. What do I do? She's looking at me like I'm supposed to do something.
There's not much TO do. You two are stuck in an alley way, hiding from some zombie-copy cat ponies.
Should I kiss her?
No. You SHOULD get your ass home so you don't get anymore hurt than you already are.
Right. I should get us home so she doesn't get hurt.
That is not what I said.
You're right. I should make sure that she gets safe, then I'll start fighting so that they don't come in the apartment. Gotchya.
Fuck you.
I leaned in, though. I wanted to kiss her just once. Just feel those lips around mine, feel her bangs against my forehead, feel her...
BANG.
Damn it!
Alright, we gotta run. That scared the Hell out of 'Tavi, and I don't want her being scared anymore.
"C'mon, 'Tavi. Let's get outta her."
She nodded, and wrapped her hoof in mine. I gotta say, I haven't smiled like that big of an ass wipe since 3rd grade.
We trotted carefully out of our secluded alleyway, and I looked around for what had crashed. A huge ass pile of rubble was where a doughnut shop HAD been.
"No!" 'Tavi whispered.
"What's wrong?"
"That was Abraham's. He can't be in there! He can't be!"
She took off into the pile of dirt and rock.
"Ah, shit..."
I run over towards her, immediately using my magic to move chunks of wall. She's using her hooves to do her best, and I gotta say, she's a lot stronger than I would've imagined. After about 5 minutes of digging, I start to smell something. I know immediately what it is, but something in my head was telling me not to acknowledge it. I knew it'd make 'Tavi upset, and I needed to keep trying.
Another five minutes has passed. She's now screaming out "Abe!" Her hooves are tattered and filthy, and so are mine. I was digging with both my magic and my hooves. I knew he had to be here somewhere. I knew the condition I'd find him in wouldn't be something she needed to see, though. This guy obviously meant something to her, and if she was hurt, then I might as well be, too.
A few moments of silence from her scared me. I turned, expecting her to have uncovered his mangled body, but she was just staring at the ground, eyes closed. I watched as the smallest of tears fell onto one of the stones.
Oh fuck no.
"'Tavi....'Tavi, come here." I said. She didn't move, so I jumped over towards her, nuzzling her neck, attempting to make her feel better.
"C'mon, we'll keep searching. But for all we know, he might have run away as soon as he heard the attack starting!"
"I don't think so, Vinyl Scratch. I can smell, too, y'know."
How the hay had she noticed that I had smelled something?
"Well, then....you sit down. Tell me who he is. I'll keep searching."
"No, Vinyl, I'll hel-"
"No, you sit your ass down, and tell me who Abe is, alright?"
She sighed, but plopped down on a large slab that had a neon light broken on it. I turned around, moving further and further through the rubbish. I realized the smell was getting stronger.
"You see, Abraham was a very...very close friend of mine."
"IS. He IS a very close friend of yours."
I turned and stared at her, but the look she returned was one of acknowledgement. She knew very well the possibility that he was under here, buried under his own shop.
"Very well, then. Abraham and I have been very close since I was just a filly. He, for all intents and purposes, showed me my true talent: The cello."
As I searched, she went on to say how Abe had first hoped she'd be into pastries, like him. She explained that that he got his cutie mark first in his class, and she had followed shortly after. The story revealed that they had grown up together, her helping him study, and him helping her through the horrific social situation of a high class pony. I understood that, kinda. See, I grew up upper-middle class. I had known early on, too, what I was meant to be. Music spoke to me before I could even neigh.
"And, there was this one time," she said with a chuckle that made my horn flare up. "That poor Abe got his hoof stuck inside of a-"
"Octavia...I'm...I'm so sorry."
I had just made it to the very last part of the store. On the verge of giving up, and getting our asses to safety (not that we were really in any danger now, the attacks all seemed to be around the castle), I had moved one last giant slab. A door had been leaning against something, and the smell had become so sickening I could taste my booze from last night coming up again.
The body of an orange Unicorn pony lay underneath the door that had obviously fallen in on him. The bodies of 4 of the little copy cats lay next to him. He had obviously tried to fight for his store after these things had come in, but they must've been to strong. I lowered my head, and removed my glasses. Anyone that was willing to fight for their dream, even making the ultimate sacrifice, was someone that deserved everyone's respect.
"No..." Octavia mumbled. I hadn't felt her come up behind me, but the waves of depression that hit me was harder than anything I've ever felt.
Shit, Vinyl. You are NOT good with crying mares. Ditch her before she gets to bad.
No, fuck you. I'll be there for her. Love is adaptation. Love is learning.
LOVE?
"Octavia..."
I turned to face her, expecting waterfalls, but there wasn't a tear in sight. Her eyes watered, but she was calmer on the outside than I can say I would've been. ----------------------
"Octavia..."
I continued to stare at the body of Abraham the shop owner. My friend, my person to talk to, my...my escape. Here he was, though. No longer smiling like there was a care in the world, more like...he was happy it was over. He was happy that he had died fighting for something he cared so much about...Abraham was in peace, and for that, I was, too. I know that he'd never want me to cry. As a school filly, he would always mock me (in the most joking way, I assure you) for tearing up whenever I would be picked on by the snobby mares. His words still rang true:
"Octavia, listen to me. There are going to be bitches in every age group. There are those that will hurt you, that will make fun of you, that will abuse you simply because they can. And there are those that take it, that cry, that hide the hurt. You can't be one of those. You need to be proud, you need to hold your head high. Because there are a million of those types of girls, the snobs. There is only one you."
He taught me lessons I would have never expected to come from a doughnut shop owner. He was so wise, and barely older than I was. It was one of the most inspiring things I've ever heard, and I'll never forget him.
"Good bye, Abraham." I said, kneeling down on my forehooves to kiss his head.
I felt Vinyl Scratch's hoof surround my neck, and I felt complete. In that horrible moment of loss, just by her being there, I felt...happy. Abraham was...dead, yes. And there was an apparent war, yes. But I had this amazing mare next to me. This amazing mare whose simplest gesture changed my mood in an instant...This mare who I know my friends would never approve of, this mare who...
Who...
Who had taken her glasses off to reveal some of the most striking, and perfect eyes I had ever seen in my existence.