Dear Diary,

I'm not really sure what to say about today so far other than that I'm completely and totally stunned and confused right now. Something that I had simply accepted as truth was just blown up in my face...

Today started off well enough, before it turned painfully awkward... So, remember how Big Mac and I finally managed to find a moment to ourselves last night? Well, all that energy left over from all the near-misses we've had lately kind of didn't let up at all after I wrote you last... Yeah, we were at it all night and well into the morning. We'd probably still be going at it if AJ hadn't peeked in when she did. Though I guess it's probably a good thing she did; Big Mac and I both kind of forgot there were other ponies in the house by that point...

This point was driven home moments later when my gentle teasing of Applejack for not simply joining us let to her reminding us that Apple Bloom's room was being occupied by Starsong, whom I had completely forgotten had come home with us rather than going back to Vinyl's. As if on cue, Starsong came out of Apple Bloom's room, asking about a mysterious banging sound she's heard off and on all night... I swear to Luna, I think my heart stopped for a minute. If she had put two and two together...

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't want my sister to know what I'm getting up to. She's just so repressed... She's a really attractive mare too, it's so hard to believe she's never shared more than a kiss with anypony else. I know she has her public image to keep up as a Star and a member of the Canterlot Orchestra, but still... Honestly, if she were more open and knowledgeable about sexuality, I wouldn't hesitate at all to show her just how much she means to me. Sadly, things being the way they are now, having her walk in on us would just be painfully awkward...

... Actually, lately, since she's been in town, Starsong has been on my mind allot. Not really sure what to make of that...

Anyway, the point is, we may have gone just a little overboard on the sex thing last night, what with all the noise... Oh, and the small lake of mixed sex fluids we left on the bed...

So, once we got that mess and ourselves cleaned up, Big Mac and I headed downstairs for breakfast. When we came in, we found Starsong fussing over the Crusaders, who were looking considerably worse for wear. Applejack came in a moment later and explained that the fillies were suffering from pretty massive hangovers. Apparently when I saw them leaving with a barrel last night, they had indeed mistakenly grabbed a barrel of hard cider... I know I should feel bad, but I can't help but laugh at how uncharacteristically not randomly destructive the fillies were right then. Well, hopefully they learned something about drinking from this; if their smart, that's a mistake they'll only make once... Though knowing those three...

I have to admit, I'm a little curious as to what those three got up to while they were under the influence. They're at about the age where hormones are starting to come into play and with being alone and inebriated, combined with their seemingly boundless curiosities... (A large section of the page has been thoroughly crossed out)

... Sorry, sorry. I seem to have sex on the brain today...

Where was I...? AJ was going to stay in to help Granny Smith cook up a hangover remedy for the fillies (because of course she has one, why wouldn't she...?), and Starsong said she and Octavia were going to be at a meeting with a representative of the Canterlot Orchestra. We all wished Starsong happy birthday before she set out. With everyone else occupied, Big Mac and I set off to inform Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell's families that the two would be staying with us for the day at least. I also wanted to check in on Vinyl so we set out for Ponyville proper.

Our first stop was Carousel Boutique; Sweetie Bell's parents were out of town again so we had to go to... her... Thankfully, Big Mac was able to cut off that slut pony's advances before she could even really even get into them. After that, we went over to Scootaloo's, but there was nopony home... Come to think of it, I've never actually seen her parents, nor have I ever heard the filly talk about them. Dash told me once they're both messenger ponies, so I suppose it's not that hard to figure out how they're usually out of town. I guess they must really trust their daughter to keep out of trouble... They must really not know her...

After that, we passed through the market and Sugarcube Corner towards Vinyl's; after having met everypony at the party last night, it was much easier to greet everypony as we passed by. As we passed Sugarcube Corner, The Cakes were outside with the twins. Big Mac and Carrot Cake were discussing a recipe they were working out together while I tried to quietly escape the toddler foals... Unfortunately, these two seem to have extremely advanced control of their natural abilities for their age as the two flew/levitated themselves onto my back. To make matters worse, Cup Cake saw it happening and inadvertently hit me in my secret weakness...

She asked when I was going to have foals of my own...

... I almost fainted...

The very idea of having foals of my own, of having somepony else completely dependent on me, makes my stomach turn. There's no way I could ever see myself as a mother... Hmm... well, maybe with the right stallion by my side... Still, that would be a ways down the road. I'm still far too young for foals of my own...

Once we were able to disengage from that situation (though I have the sneaking suspicion I'm going to somehow get talked into foalsitting the two of them later...), we finally made it to Vinyl's place. She had the blackout curtains drawn, which usually meant she was sleeping off a hangover of her own, so we quietly let ourselves in. What we found instead was a very alert unicorn unabashedly jilling herself crazy to what turned out to be video footage of herself getting triple-teamed, fairly roughly, might I add...

It seems after-parties like the one she threw after our last show together were a common occurrence for Vinyl... Even so, I never imagined the crazy mare would tape those sessions... It was pretty high production value for what appeared to be home video footage though; I guess Vinyl's regular audience includes some ponies that know a thing or two about cameras.

Of course that shock was nothing compared to when she nonchalantly told me she'd sold the tape to a porn company to raise some funds...! I guess she did part with something kind of important after all to buy me that keyboard... or not... I don't know, it's hard to tell with this lunatic sometimes...

The obvious question (once I was able to steal Big Mac's attention away from the TV) was, how is Octavia going to react to this? Vinyl's reply: she won't, because she'll never find out... which now made us unwitting accomplices to this...

Naturally, just as we said it, Octavia walked in, apparently having forgotten something for her meeting. The three of us panicked and, while Octavia picked up the mail she'd dropped coming through the door, Big Mac turned to the TV, which was frozen on a particularly compromising scene, and did the first thing that came to mind; he put a hoof through it...

I'd chastise him for his incredibly senseless reaction, but it's not as though Vinyl or I handled things any better... When Octavia asked the obvious question of why Big Mac had just destroyed their TV, neither he nor Vinyl could come up with anything. On the spot, I said the first even remotely plausible thing I could think of; a parasprite...

... Not my proudest moment, I'll admit. I mean I know full well how devastating they can be; I was in Fillydelphia a few years ago when a huge swarm of the creatures suddenly blew through. My understanding though is the little pests are extremely rare, to the point that most ponies wouldn't know what they were until they started multiplying out of control. Thankfully, apparently the same thing had happened in Ponyville not too long ago so Octavia was familiar with the creatures...

Shockingly we came out of that little fiasco in the clear (though not before Vinyl almost blew it herself with a completely unnecessarily lewd comment...) and Octavia returned to the meeting. I'd had every intension of admonishing her for keeping something so huge from her special somepony, but before I could even begin, she told us that they weren't.

This, understandably, came as a bit of a shock to Big Mac and I; I mean, she threw away her whole life to save Octavia's career... It was almost like something out of one of those romantic comedies Starsong is so into. But when we asked her if they really weren't anything, she laughed harder than I've seen her in quite a while, as though the very notion of her and Octavia being a couple was so incredibly farfetched that it was ridiculous that we had even thought it.

I suppose this is what I get for assuming... I know Vinyl pretty well after all this time. She's fucking nuts, of this there can be no question, but there are a few things that she has always been dead-serious about. One of them was her music (though you'd never know how much work she put in at the studio when you watch her spin...), and another was her love life. Back before I met Big Mac, the way she would talk about him, there was no doubt in my mind that she'd drop everything else to be with him (which still makes it a little weird that she never fought me over him (of course I'm glad she didn't; I'd hate to lose her as a friend over something like that)). In all that time, I never heard a single word about Octavia; I didn't even know who she was until she and Starsong came to her house a few weeks ago...

Wow... I guess it is true then. There really isn't anything between Vinyl and Octavia... at least not as far as Vinyl's concerned anyway. I hope for both their sakes that that feeling is mutual...

~ Starshadow