These were the only words I heard after calling out to Octavia. Discord was doing some strange magic, and I was damn sure i was going to mess it up, if not stop it.

"Hitchhiker. Heh good luck with that one Miss Vinyl."

I woke up, shaking the dream off of me. What was that all about? Just visual equivalent of white noise, and voices... Gah there it goes. Forgot what they said. I hate that.
"Oliv-" i stop short. I spy A strange appendage hanging outside the bedsheet Olivia always had at bed. It looked hooflike, and covered in fur. Thats definately going to put her in a mood today.
Cautiously, i move the blanket to see the scope of the damage... It appears to have crawled halfway up her calves. Her tail shifts as she starts to wake up.
"Nnnnn" she hummed.
"Sleep well princess?" I ask
"Shut it, is the nightmare over or has it gotten worse?" She asks.
"Uhm... That depends on your definition of worse... And got.. And has" i say trying to keep a higher spirit. She shifts about and sits upward. She tosses the sheet to my side of the bed.
"My hooves."
"Yeah, it appears they are."
"Well then. I don't know what to do."
"You rest, i'm going in for my birthday shower."
"What? You're just going to leave me to my self pity just like that?"
"You betcha sweet cheeks, besides its a shower. Unless you want me to smell up the place with my musk."
"Ugh okay okay go. Just... Don’t get any 'musk' on the carpet."
"Nooooo promises." I say ducking into the bathroom, stripping down to the au natural form. I turn to start the water of the shower when something catches my attention in the corner of my eye.
"... No..." I mutter to the sound of the acoustics of the bathroom.
"Nonononoonoono..." I begin rubbing my thigh. For it bore a mark in pure black, a music note, not unlike Olivia's treble clef.
"What is it?" Olivia calls from the other side of the door. There was no beneficial reason to hide this from her... In fact i might be in the same boat as her in a day or two.
"Babe... You're not going to like this."
"Pleeeease don't tell me you did something-"
"No, worse." I say opening the door.
"Oh my god... I I I'm sorry... This has to be my fault somehow... Maybe the glasses were cursed or something, or whatever i caught was contagious..."
"Stop. This couldn't have been your fault. And even if there is foul play at work how the heck were we to see it coming? Lets calm down for a minute. Lets focus on setting you up while we still have hands." I stood there looking at Olivia. I felt myself clenching my teeth holding back the torrent of emotions, and failing. Olivia moves closer and drapes her arms around me. I wrap mine around her as the first of many sobs escape. I ball up my fists, holding her shirt in them tightly, while hugging her tightly. She was quietly making my shoulder damp with her own tears. The reality of it finally struck home. I feel selfish just thinking about it taking ME to experience this to get here.
"Its going to be okay, Vinyl... I'll be there for you just like you always were for me" she says, a comforting singsong to her words.

"I'm scared..." I choke out. Quickly getting to the ugly snotty sobs.
"I am too…” she grabs a tissue from the nightstand, and cleans my pathetic self up. I felt her hand movements were clunky. Motor control wasn't her friend right now.

I eventually recomposed myself. I stood up, stumbled a bit, but full functionality as a bipedicular. My belly groaned, Oct- Olivia’s groaned in agreement.

“Well… Assuming if I’m following the same path… Meat is now an enemy…” I say, the words falling from my mouth as though a lifetime of being a guy who enjoyed crispy bacon, steaks done rare, and hamburgers were a religion I had just denounced. I shivered at the thought.

“How about I cook, you go get clean… besides you've been sitting here buck naked for the past thirty minutes.” she chuckles. I find solace that she’s at least getting her humor back… wait was that a pony pun? I look down at myself, then to the eighth notes on my thighs. I grimace a little, then make my way into the bathroom in silent agreement.

Vinyl had been a casual favorite of mine. sure, other ponies would catch my fancy from time to time. Octavia bouncing on and off the list, but Vinyl being a pretty constant ‘best pony’. I turned on my bathroom’s bluetooth speaker, it immediately queued up my music library from the media center. I recognized the song immediately from the fast-paced sounding cowbell at the start. I didn't know whether to party to the beat of the ‘Base Cannon’ or to just shut it off in frustration from the implications.

Opening the refridgerator. I scope out what can be used to make SOMETHING edible… I wasn't sure about the eggs. Do ponies eat eggs? I mean sure… the eggs were used in baked goods. I grumble and take out the carton. It slips from my hands, and onto the floor with a dissatisfying crunch. I wince, then look at my hands, as though expecting them to explain themselves. The stiffness only told me one thing, that they weren't far behind from the fate of my feet. I look at the mess I had made on the floor, thankful that it hadn’t claimed all the eggs.

I carefully set them onto the counter, and pull out whatever veggies we had… some spinach, green onion, some tomatos. As I thought about it I nixed the tomatoes and onions. both would need chopped up,and I’d likely lose a finger. I heard Vin’s music crank up. and up. and up. if it weren't for the speaker she were using it’d be unbearable to listen to. belching out that greasy dubstep like the bacon grease left in the pan from the other day. I gagged a little, and moved the pan to the farthest point in the kitchen. Vin will be the one to handle that situation.

Spinach omelette it is. The thought occurred to me that this could very well be the last meal I’m able to cook. While Spinach was sounding extremely delightful on it’s own, that fact soured my mood. I began to attempt to crack the eggs. sure enough, shells made their way everywhere. I steeled myself. Cooking, which used to come almost as naturally as singing, now was a painfully frustrating task, and this music certainly isn’t helping. As though Vin had heard my thoughts, the music shut off. Thank Celestia. I looked at the bowl of egg based torture. I hadn’t even begun cooking.

“What’s cookin’?” Vin poked his head into the kitchen.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I snapped in my pent up anger. Vin notices the carcasses of egg shells in the bowl with their respective membranes mixed together with them. He opened his mouth, and rose a finger. I glowered at him. the mouth shut and the finger came down. instead, in nothing but a towel, Vinyl walks up to the bag of fresh spinach, and takes a handful and munches on it.

“H-Hey!” I half protest.

“Manth thom?” she spoke, mouth full.

“Please, Vinyl, swallow your food THEN speak.” I chided. “And go put some clothes on!”

Vinyl hands me the bag and i attempt to grasp it.

The bag falls to the floor. The air quickly became electric. I quickly realize the gravity of having her cook, and how she may as well have been trying to cut diamond with a butter knife. Octavia was in the floor herself, instantly in tears. Fuck.

“I-I can’t do anything! I can’t go outside, I can’t cook, I can’t even hold simple things without dropping them!” she sobbed. I wanted to scream, scream for her, scream so hard that the powers at be would end these changes in us. Instead, a thought occurred. I picked her up, carefully, walking her into the soundbooth. inside sat the cello, string still broken. Crap. looks like I’ll have to change that. I sat her on the stool. picked up the pack of cello strings she’d requested of me the day before, and proceeded to restring it. I had done it once or twice before. so it wasn’t to difficult.

Satisfied, I get up off of my knees, and look at my fiancee. no longer sobbing, but only a weak smile on her face. I approach her, and hug her tightly.

“Here.” I hand her the bow, she looks at me, fearful. As though her simply touching it would cause irreparable damage.

“Take it. I believe in you.” she looks at the cello, eyes wide.

“...What do.. you want me to play?” she croaks, and sniffs.

“Just play.” I smile. she finally accepts the bow, and I move the cello over, accidentally clunking it against the music stand. she stares daggers at me. I wince, but place it safely at her side. she envelopes it unlike I’d seen her do before. Now MY eyes go wide. She begins, slowly at first. then gets right into the time and melody of what I’d later learn to be Johann Sebastian Bach’s ‘Cello suite No 1’. like something you’d hear in a ritzy snooty high upper class dinner party or something. Beautiful, coming from her, ugly anywhere else.

She dropped her bow beside herself, and looked up at me.

“Vinyl… you’re mouth is open.”

“That was Awesome!” I exclaim.

“Hardly.. It’s a relatively simple song, if you know what you’re doing.”

“Welp. I’m cold. I should have gotten dressed… I don’t wanna know how long ago.”

“Dunce.” she said, sticking her tongue out, cutely.

“You know.. before too long.. we may not have to worry about that.”

“Don’t remind me.” she lets out a sigh. “Who knew this old thing would be my last bastion of sanity…” she says, practically hugging it.

“I’m getting all kinds of jealous here.”

“GO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”

Author's Notes:

Eh, fuck it. I'll just do it. I re-read my previous chapters... I may rewrite after I've finished the 4th chapter. there's some inconsistencies across the 3 current ones, and knowing the ending of the main story, and having some extra information I wanna try and fill it out a bit more. No doing a complete overhaul, the majority will remain the same, just gonna add some surgical padding, and fix up some off details (ie: timing. their stuff started on the 25th(nevermind, I didn't give a date, misread as their 25th birthdays.). everyone else started at least in the first week. Also I wanna try and stretch out some extra worldbuild by adding some supporting or background characters. None to serous, or direction changing. just make the story feel more stable instead of these two characters being surrounded by a city of boxes with cardboard cutout puppets for interactions.

Check out what I'm doing for the chapter here; also, Mighty spoilers ahead.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DZxKGYZ27e0Xuzoz988QtF6X5EizrW5Ii5iZORm4i8I/edit

NOTE: THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT LINK. WHAT CURRENTLY CONTAINS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE. Also, please feel free to point out grammatical flaws, and mis-spellings. or inconsistencies. I HATE inconsistencies.