Thirty Minute Pony Stories

“Look… for the last time, me and Octavia are not an item!”

 The grey stallion snorted. “C’mon, Vy…I mean you don’t hide it at well at all. Just come out of the closet already. Your fans deserve the whole truth.” said the brown stallion.

 Vinyl shook her head. The two reporters for the local rumor-rag caught Vinyl as she was heading home and began grilling her about her assumed relationship with the lovely and elegant cellist that she had taken up residence with.

 ”Look, I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time here. I mean you guys ambush me as I get home and then start poking your nose into my life. The only reason I’m even bothering with you is so you’ll stop bothering me. Nothin’s goin’ on between us.”

 ”Well, what about that way you keep talking dirty with Octavia on your radio show?” the other stallion asked, this one sky-blue.

 Vinyl sighed. “It’s called teasing, you dopes. Octy’s so straight-laced you can bounce bits off of her. I’m just pushing the envelope. She knows I’m kidding – it’s like a game now.”

 ”How about how she admitted her feelings towards you at that concert you set up for her? Heck, how about the concert itself?” asked the brown.

 Vinyl rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay - admittedly that kinda caught me by surprise too, but she just meant that what I did for her really hit her where she lives. Also, she was teasing about that whole ‘going past the friendship zone’ thing, too. She was getting me back for all the jabs I get at her expense. Kinda proud of her for that one, to be honest.”

 Her eyes narrowed beneath her shades. “And as for the concert, itself, Octy was pretty torn up about what that assshole Blueblood did to her, so I called in a few favors and set it up. It’s called helping a friend, guys. Jeez.”

“But you two live together! In fact you started right after the concert!” exclaimed the blue stallion.

 ”So? Doesn’t automatically mean we spend the night thigh-diving. Those two stallions down the block live together and you don’t go calling them gay, do you?”

 “Actually…”

 “You’re kidding, right? Those two? Oh Celestia give me strength. Anyway, you’re totally wrong here, I promise. We just share a house…”

A light grey mare with a long black mane and tail approached the house. Her light violet eyes widened slightly at the sight of the two stallions confronting the visibly embarrassed Vinyl.

 ”Yeah, okay. Here we go. You want proof? You’ll get proof.” Vinyl waved a hoof at the cellist and called to her. “Hey! Octy! These guys think we spend our spare time makin’ out, but they won’t take my word for it! Set ‘em straight, wouldja?”

 Octavia’s cheeks went pink momentarily and – with a glare and a mutter of “Philistines…” – stepped past Vinyl into the house.

 Vinyl glared in turn and the door slammed behind her.

 The two stallions stood there momentarily, blinking and turned to each other.

 “Oh they’re totally doing it,” the blue one said

 “Without a doubt, man. Without a doubt,” replied the brown.

 (A/N: This story contains references to the Vinyl Scratch Tapes, particularly the fourth one)

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BSB Comments:

No doubt that Vinyl and Octavia have to deal with the pony paparazzi, and I can see how that would definitely grate on their nerves. I’ll admit I haven’t read Vinyl Scratch Tapes, so I’m not aware of the references, but the story works on its own. Well done!