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Pink
“I hate this day.”
Octavia’s eyes danced from her textbook to her roommate and back. She did a double take.
Vinyl had become a pink explosion. Pink hooves, pink face, pink eyes. Her mane extended in all directions in spikes of hot magenta that radiated fuchsia sparks.
“You’re pink.”
“No kidding!” The door slammed closed. Vinyl pressed against the wood as if she were the only thing keeping the demons out. “Somepony’s pulling out all the stops. This is the mother of all pranking sprees!”
Octavia turned back to her homework. “Serves you right.”
“No, it does not!” Vinyl fled for the bathroom; the sound of running water arose. “Come on, come on… Sweet merciful Celestia, it’s not coming off!”
“So tell one of the professors,” Octavia called, pretending to read through her textbook.
“They’re in on it.”
Octavia’s head whipped to the door. “The professors are in on it?”
“Uh-huh.”
Octavia’s lips threatened to rebel against her determined effort to not grin. “Guess they finally got tired of your pranks. I hear Dr. Musky still finds gum in his mane.”
“That was three months ago!”
“Symphony had to buy a new violin.”
“How was I supposed to know it couldn’t hold Fancy’s weight?”
“Parish still can’t get his chords straight.”
“His memory will come back… eventually.”
“The clocktower is being used as a mouse shelter.”
“Like I’m to blame for Vento using the Piper’s flute?”
“And let’s not forget how Maud—”
“I get it, okay?” Vinyl, still more pink than any pony had a right to be, stomped out of the bathroom. “So I played a prank or two over the school year, so what? It doesn’t warrant making me look like a bucking fruitcake.”
“With an electric mane.”
“Somepony put a twittermite in my juice.”
Octavia shivered; she had to admit, that seemed a bit much. “Anything else?”
Vinyl rolled her head back with a groan. “Plenty! I got a donut from Joe’s and it had hot sauce in it, somepony replaced all my synthesizer settings with classical crap, Jet Set thinks I wrote him a love note, Fleur has a signed contract for me to model at the next junior fashion show, Shining Armor is on my tail for making his sister cry and I don’t even know what I did, and… and…”
Somehow managing to get a blush through the wall of pink, Vinyl put her hoof in Octavia’s face. “Smell.”
With both anticipation and dread, Octavia leaned forward and sniffed. Her muzzle was bombarded by the scent of strawberries. “Hmm, I like it.”
“I smell like a frou-frou pansy!”
“It’s still nice.”
“I don’t wanna smell nice!”
Octavia shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to help me get revenge!” Vinyl sat and rubbed her hooves together with a grin befitting a mad scientist. “I’m gonna get that pony back with the ultimate prank! But first I’ve gotta figure out who it is.”
One facehoof later, Octavia turned back to her homework. “Reward revenge with revenge? Vinyl, is it never going to end?”
“Vinyl Scratch always gets the last laugh!” Vinyl clapped her hooves with a grin, which promptly turned to a grimace as she got a whiff of her own fruity aroma. “Right after she takes a shower. I hope to Celestia this smell isn’t magically coated.”
“Vinyl, you really should consider—” Too late, the pony dove back into the bathroom and slammed the door. Octavia sighed… then gained a tiny, satisfied smile.
With timing so perfect it had to have been fate, there came a knock at the door. Octavia opened it to find a familiar grey pony, who stared at her with the dullest expression imaginable. “Hello, Octavia.”
Octavia sat back and crossed her hooves with a smirk. “Are you done?”
The pony reached into a pocked and pulled out a wrench. “Turned off your hot water.”
A scream rose from the bathroom. “Oh, come on!”
Octavia giggled. “I really didn’t think you were going to do it.”
If Tartarus could freeze over, Maud’s smile would have been the trigger. “Had to learn something from my sister.” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, yes.” Octavia waved a dismissive hoof. “I’ll be at Pinkie’s birthday party this weekend, as we agreed. I just hope she doesn’t ask me to perform the Hokey Pokey.”
“She will. She loves that song.”
Octavia shivered, then glanced at the bathroom as more delightful curses filled the air. She grinned.
“I regret nothing.”
Octavia’s eyes danced from her textbook to her roommate and back. She did a double take.
Vinyl had become a pink explosion. Pink hooves, pink face, pink eyes. Her mane extended in all directions in spikes of hot magenta that radiated fuchsia sparks.
“You’re pink.”
“No kidding!” The door slammed closed. Vinyl pressed against the wood as if she were the only thing keeping the demons out. “Somepony’s pulling out all the stops. This is the mother of all pranking sprees!”
Octavia turned back to her homework. “Serves you right.”
“No, it does not!” Vinyl fled for the bathroom; the sound of running water arose. “Come on, come on… Sweet merciful Celestia, it’s not coming off!”
“So tell one of the professors,” Octavia called, pretending to read through her textbook.
“They’re in on it.”
Octavia’s head whipped to the door. “The professors are in on it?”
“Uh-huh.”
Octavia’s lips threatened to rebel against her determined effort to not grin. “Guess they finally got tired of your pranks. I hear Dr. Musky still finds gum in his mane.”
“That was three months ago!”
“Symphony had to buy a new violin.”
“How was I supposed to know it couldn’t hold Fancy’s weight?”
“Parish still can’t get his chords straight.”
“His memory will come back… eventually.”
“The clocktower is being used as a mouse shelter.”
“Like I’m to blame for Vento using the Piper’s flute?”
“And let’s not forget how Maud—”
“I get it, okay?” Vinyl, still more pink than any pony had a right to be, stomped out of the bathroom. “So I played a prank or two over the school year, so what? It doesn’t warrant making me look like a bucking fruitcake.”
“With an electric mane.”
“Somepony put a twittermite in my juice.”
Octavia shivered; she had to admit, that seemed a bit much. “Anything else?”
Vinyl rolled her head back with a groan. “Plenty! I got a donut from Joe’s and it had hot sauce in it, somepony replaced all my synthesizer settings with classical crap, Jet Set thinks I wrote him a love note, Fleur has a signed contract for me to model at the next junior fashion show, Shining Armor is on my tail for making his sister cry and I don’t even know what I did, and… and…”
Somehow managing to get a blush through the wall of pink, Vinyl put her hoof in Octavia’s face. “Smell.”
With both anticipation and dread, Octavia leaned forward and sniffed. Her muzzle was bombarded by the scent of strawberries. “Hmm, I like it.”
“I smell like a frou-frou pansy!”
“It’s still nice.”
“I don’t wanna smell nice!”
Octavia shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to help me get revenge!” Vinyl sat and rubbed her hooves together with a grin befitting a mad scientist. “I’m gonna get that pony back with the ultimate prank! But first I’ve gotta figure out who it is.”
One facehoof later, Octavia turned back to her homework. “Reward revenge with revenge? Vinyl, is it never going to end?”
“Vinyl Scratch always gets the last laugh!” Vinyl clapped her hooves with a grin, which promptly turned to a grimace as she got a whiff of her own fruity aroma. “Right after she takes a shower. I hope to Celestia this smell isn’t magically coated.”
“Vinyl, you really should consider—” Too late, the pony dove back into the bathroom and slammed the door. Octavia sighed… then gained a tiny, satisfied smile.
With timing so perfect it had to have been fate, there came a knock at the door. Octavia opened it to find a familiar grey pony, who stared at her with the dullest expression imaginable. “Hello, Octavia.”
Octavia sat back and crossed her hooves with a smirk. “Are you done?”
The pony reached into a pocked and pulled out a wrench. “Turned off your hot water.”
A scream rose from the bathroom. “Oh, come on!”
Octavia giggled. “I really didn’t think you were going to do it.”
If Tartarus could freeze over, Maud’s smile would have been the trigger. “Had to learn something from my sister.” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, yes.” Octavia waved a dismissive hoof. “I’ll be at Pinkie’s birthday party this weekend, as we agreed. I just hope she doesn’t ask me to perform the Hokey Pokey.”
“She will. She loves that song.”
Octavia shivered, then glanced at the bathroom as more delightful curses filled the air. She grinned.
“I regret nothing.”