Hello, Salem here with LESBIAN FANFICTION *gasps all around* yeah yeah, I know, long time comin'. And you know, some actual action and not just depressing mental Pinkamena stuff XD although I do like a healthy dose of PinkieDash. Anyway, this is Octavia and Vinyl Scratch, as their beautiful selves are just great for each other. I love Scratch sooo much. This is another song based fic, based off of As The Rush Comes by Motorcycle. Good stuff. Notes and warnings: I don't own the characters, just the creative situations and hell I put them through. They're all ANTHRO. That means a cross between pony and human, they have mainly human anatomy aside from furry bodies, tails, muzzles, wings or horns, and from the knee down it's your basic my little pony leg and hoof. They also have cutie marks, cuz well…duh. This is LESBIAN stuff, boys and squirrels, which means homosexuality of the female kind. Just…you know. In case you couldn't tell when you clicked. And rated M just for sure. That's all for now, do enjoy the rush~

As The Rush Comes

By: Salem Martin

Octavia stared at herself in her new full length mirror, an apology present from her parents about the move. She was still rather upset about it, nothing a mirror could ever fix, but she figured her parents at least tried.

It was early in the morning on a Tuesday. She had school in an hour, but had gotten up early to make sure she looked acceptable. She'd always gotten up early; it was imperative if her parents made her change outfits. Rather than being yelled at for an inappropriate outfit and for making herself late for school, she simply gave herself leeway time. Usually, she didn't need most of it, but it was nice to have anyway.

She turned to the left, then the right. Her dark grey skirt swished about her ankles, full and opaque, almost hiding her hooves. Her tail held itself high out of the back, all of her clothes having been altered to accommodate the full appendage without compromising modesty. Her top was black and long sleeved, with a high neckline that showed no cleavage and made her breasts seem smaller (which sometimes wasn't an easy feat, as she had been blessed in said department). Her mane hung over one shoulder in a large ringlet of dark brown hair that complimented the light coffee brown of her body fur and violet eyes peered out from thick lashes underneath carefully styled and pinned bangs. Her ears were free of piercings and her face was free of makeup.

Octavia sighed before grabbing a small silver cross necklace, clasping it around her neck, the silver a sharp accent against the gray. She then grabbed a silver charm bracelet, the only charm being a treble clef that mirrored her cutie mark hidden by her skirt. Deeming herself presentable and checking to make sure her bed was made correctly, she grabbed her dark purple corduroy messenger bag and made her way into the kitchen, where her mother was busy making toast and eggs for her and her father. She hung the bag on the back of her chair before sitting down quietly.

Her mother set a plate in front of her, scrutinizing her outfit carefully before setting a plate in front of her father as well.

"You look nice, Octavia," she said, her voice stern as she sat down across from her daughter. Octavia just bowed her head respectfully, waiting for permission to speak. "Are you excited to go to a new school? We selected only the best for our prestigious daughter, even if it has to be a public school."

"I am excited to excel, mother, and I don't mind if it's a public school," she replied softly, murmuring a quick grace under her breath before tearing her toast into bite sized pieces and dipping it into her egg. She shrank into her seat slightly as she watched her mother purse her lips.

"Well, don't get too enthusiastic about it, Octavia. It's edu-cation, not va-cation, so even though it is a public school, I expect the same kind of effort and excellence as before, if not more in such an environment," she clipped out. Octavia nodded sullenly and quickly ate the rest of her breakfast.

After washing her dishes, she slung her bag over her shoulder and followed her father out to their car, and onto her first day of school in a new city.

. . .

Octavia sat outside the school, being too early to get inside yet. She'd found a bench and was going over some new music her mother had ordered for her. Her new private cello lessons wouldn't begin until next week, but her cello would be coming through the express mail tomorrow, and her mother wanted her to get a head start on practicing.

"You're new here, aren't you?"

Octavia jumped slightly, startled as a voice sounded in front of her. She looked up to find a lavender colored anthro filly with long deep purple hair accented with fuchsia streaks, straight cut bangs, and a unicorn horn. She wore a modest outfit like Octavia's, except with a more school uniform type flair.

"Oh…yes, I am," she replied, holding out her hand. "I'm Octavia."

The purple pony took her hand and shook it happily, moving to sit down beside her on the bench.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle. It's nice to meet you, Octavia! Welcome to our school," she said, crossing her legs daintily. Octavia watched her do so with mild jealousy. Her mother would have a right fit if she ever found her crossing anything, anywhere, in any way.

"Thank you," she said politely, returning to her sheet music. After a few moments of feeling Twilight's presence over her shoulder, she sighed. "May I help you with something?"

Twilight perked up, her ears twitching happily.

"That sheet music looks so complicated! Do you actually play this? May I see?" She asked rapidly, almost touching Octavia as she leaned forward to get a better look. Octavia sighed and handed her the sheet music, already tired of her company. Twilight Sparkle's horn glowed a neon purple, a similar glow engulfing the sheets of paper. She spread them out in front of her with her magic, flipping through them with a look of amazement in her eyes.

"This is amazing, Octavia!" She exclaimed, practically sparkling. The coffee colored filly smiled self-importantly.

"It's not hard," she said, her voice taking on a slightly arrogant tone at the praise. "I've played the cello all my life. It's my destiny to play music, so of course, it's really nothing."

Twilight Sparkle just beamed.

"A musical cutie mark? That's so cool! I got my cutie mark in magic," she replied, and Octavia deflated a bit. Magic was definitely cooler than music any day.

"Magic? How…lovely," she said, trying not to sound forced. Twilight just smiled more, glowing in more ways than one. Octavia tried to let it go.

The bell rang, and Twilight put the sheet music back in order before handing it back to the coffee colored filly. Octavia took it, smiling as politely as she could, placing it in her messenger bag.

"Well, Octavia, it was lovely to meet you! If you want, you're welcome to join my friends and I at our lunch table. I know how hard it can be to be the new filly," the purple unicorn said cheerily. Octavia just smiled wider and nodded, walking past her and into the school.

. . .

Lunch came about and Octavia already hated school. Granted, she'd hated her old private school a lot more, but the work was still ridiculous. On top of school and private cello lessons, she had all of her orchestra concerts and activities she'd have to plan around. As she sat down at an empty table to eat her packed lunch, she wondered vaguely if she'd even have time to sleep this school year. She sighed, brushing her hair off of her shoulder and pulling her tail to sit neatly beside her. She opened her lunchbox, the bland healthy assortment of food staring at her almost mockingly. She picked at it mournfully, wishing just for once her mother would let her have something sweet for dessert.

"Octavia!"

Octavia looked up as her name was called, her mouth tightening into a thin line that reminded her of her mother as she saw Twilight Sparkle jogging toward her, flanked by a few other fillies. She struggled to keep her ears up and perky, like she was interested.

Twilight sat next to her, smiling wide. Five other ponies sat down in the extra seats, all looking at Octavia with welcoming, friendly eyes. This was new to the coffee colored pony, as all of the ponies from her last school were generally distant and more concerned about their schoolwork and various competitions to care about silly things like friendship.

"Girls, this is my new friend, Octavia. She just moved here," Twilight said, opening her pudding cup that Octavia eyed with jealousy. "Octavia, this is Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applejack. They're all really excited to meet you, finally!"

A sky blue Pegasus anthro filly snorted and leaned on her elbow, flapping her wings irritably as she stabbed her straw into her milk carton.

"Yeah, she wouldn't shut up about you, going on and on about music or whatever," she lamented (Rainbow Dash, if Octavia had kept up with the purple pony correctly). She had a spiky, punky rainbow colored mane and tail and candied ruby eyes. She was wearing basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and a arrogant expression.

"Rainbow!" Twilight said indignantly, causing said pegasus to roll her eyes.

"Well, I for one am ecstatic to finally meet a pony of what seems to be very high class," a pristine white unicorn filly said. Her purple mane and tail were curled carefully and she wore expensive looking clothes. Rarity, Octavia figured her name was. She looked like she belonged to such a name. "Where did you say you were from, darling?"

Octavia opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by a bright pink pony who jumped up and slammed her hands down on the table with a slap.

"Ooo! Let me guess, let me guess! I love guessing, can I guess? Oh please let me guess!" She pleaded at hyper speed, her mass of unruly light pink curls bouncing in time with the rest of her. She wore a bright blue tutu and a pink tank top that sparkled. This one, Octavia thought as she nodded cautiously, had to be Pinkie Pie.

The pink pony sprung upright, clapping her hands in glee as she jumped up and down.

"Appleloosa? Cloudsdale? Oh wait, you're not a pegasus, ha! Silly me. Hm. Manehatten? Canterlot? Oh please tell me I'm getting warm!" She said, and it took Octavia a moment to stutter a reply.

"I'm, uhm, I'm from Canterlot. My father moved here due to business," she said softly. Pinkie Pie looked like she was going to explode.

"I got it RIGHT!" She yelled, earning a hard look from the lunch room supervisor. She smiled in apology and sat down, opening her lunch box with a pop and a cloud of colored confetti. Octavia felt her heart sink. Her lunch box never did anything fun like that. Her life never did anything fun.

"Oh, Canterlot!" Rarity squealed, almost sparkling. "That is so posh! What was it like, living there? Were you near the castle? Did you go shopping? Are the boutiques marvelous?"

Octavia shrugged and pulled at her cabbage sandwich.

"I could see the castle from my room, but I wasn't allowed to go shopping downtown very much," she said regretfully. Rarity pouted and turned to primping her mane in a small mirror on her lunch box.

"That's too bad, darling, I've heard something else about the downtown," she sighed. An orange pony with blonde hair and freckles rolled green eyes at her.

"Don't you listen t' Rarity, she's a bit outta her element in this town, if yah catch mah drift," she said, her accent strong. She wore a white shirt under a jean vest with jean shorts and her mane and tail in ponytails. Applejack, Octavia ticked off mindlessly, wanting to get up and just walk away.

"She's not the only one," the coffee colored pony replied, slightly morosely. A yellow pegasus gave her a look of sympathy underneath a heap of straight pink hair. Fluttershy.

"It…it's hard to move, isn't it?" She nearly whispered, tilting her head forward so that more of her mane covered her face.

"It is," Octavia replied. "But it's nothing I can't handle. I have plenty to keep me busy that isn't any different from Canterlot."

She took a hesitant bite of her sandwich, hating it and hating the cheer and bond these ponies had with each other. Even though they'd made snide comments and poked fun, that's all it was-fun. She could tell they were close, and she hated that. She hated that they had what she didn't. She looked up to see Pinkie Pie not three inches from her, staring at her with large blue eyes.

"May I help you?" She said crossly, leaning away from the pink earth pony. Pinkie looked at her sandwich, then back to her, then to her sandwich, then frowned.

"What is that?" She asked, poking it. Octavia jerked it away, confused.

"My…lunch?"

Pinkie Pie shook her head and snatched the sandwich from Octavia, sitting back down in her seat and ignoring the music pony's protests. She opened the sandwich and made a disgusted face.

"Now hold on! Cabbage shouldn't ever be used as a main course! This is blasphemy! Where's your dessert? The sugar? THE GOOD STUFF?" Pinkie demanded, throwing the sandwich on the table in anger. Octavia stared at her incredulously.

"I…I'm not allowed to have anything sweet," she said, even more confused than before. Pinkie Pie grew pinker in the face and all the other fillies looked at her nervously.

"Oh hell…" Rainbow Dash muttered, scooting away. Twilight just laughed nervously.

"Pinkie Pie, not everyone's parents own a sweets shop," she scolded gently. "Some parents are concerned about their foal's health, it's not a bad thing."

Pinkie Pie glared at Twilight. With a harrumph, she began rooting through her lunch box, confetti pieces fluffing out occasionally. After a few moments, she produced a brightly decorated cupcake.

"Here! This is the only stuff you need," she said triumphantly, handing it to a very surprised Octavia. It was red velvet cake with pink frosting, decorated with round rainbow sprinkles. The paper had a balloon pattern on it.

"Thank…you…" she said softly, peeling the paper off slowly and taking a small bite. It was strange, how much she'd forgotten about sweets. "It's been a long time since I've had a cupcake."

"Whaa? That's crazy talk!" Pinkie exclaimed. Octavia shrugged, taking a larger bite. "You should be glad I intervened, can you imagine what would have happened if I didn't? CHAOS! It'd be chaos! And only Fluttershy's boyfriend wants that."

Fluttershy immediately blushed a deep red, staring at Pinkie.

"He's…he's n-not my b-b-b-boyfriend…" she stammered, embarrassed. Rainbow Dash just grinned mischievously and leaned on the table.

"Oh yeah? Then what were you two friends doing sucking face out behind the art building yesterday?" She teased, and Fluttershy made a choking sound. "That's what I thought."

Before Octavia could figure out what they were going on about, a voice cut through the lunch room.

"Yo, Rain-bow Dash!"