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-LOCAL CELLIST MISSING!-
Octavia Melody was last seen exiting Sugarcube Corner in Ponyville around Thursday, 8:30 p.m. local time.
Since her disappearance three days ago, Ms. Melody’s parents and colleagues have posted fliers with her photo across both Ponyville and Canterlot in the hopes that somepony comes forward with any helpful information.
Ms. Melody was last seen conversing with her roommate, Vinyl Scratch, and her two neighbors, Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon.
“When I find the jerks who took her, I’m gonna kick their flanks in!” Ms. Scratch declared.
“I’m real worried about her. It’s like she just dropped off the face of the planet the day after,” Ms. Heartstrings recalled. “I hope she’s okay, wherever she is…”

Octavia shook her head dismally at the newspaper that was held up in front of her. She squirmed in the tight ropes that kept her limbs bound together, while the tight cloth wrapped around her muzzle kept her from crying out for help.
The masked earth pony colt that leered over her tossed the newspaper aside as he chuckled. “Looks like everypony’s real worried about you, Ms. Melody,” he drawled. “Must be real frustrating, huh? Reading about the whole town looking left and right for you, not knowing we’re right under their noses.”
The foalnapper wrapped both his forehooves around Octavia’s hips, eliciting a muffled protest from the cellist.
“Damn, lady. No wonder all the colts want you. And that punk rocker friend of yours too, I guess, if the tabloids are anything to go by.”
Octavia’s eye twitched as she blushed slightly.
The masked colt’s eyes sparkled with lust. “Ooh, do I see a hint of red on those cheeks?” he leaned in closer. “How about I do the same with your other cheeks?”
“Hmmph?” Before Octavia could process what was happening, she was quickly spun around where she was sitting and felt a rough hoof smack her across her flank. “MMPH!!”
Her abductor let out a satisfied whistle. “Man, forget the ransom. I could just keep you all to myself.”
Panic surged through Octavia’s mind as she lifted her head into the air. “HHHMMMPPH!! HHHMMMMPPPH MMMHHHH!!!”
The colt’s grin grew winder beneath his mask. “Scream and squirm all you want, lady. It makes for way better music than anything you play at your concerts.”
Octavia shivered as she shrunk back from where her foalnapper nuzzled his nose with hers.
“You know that’s where I first saw you, right? I figured nabbing a popular celeb like you could make me a rich pony. But seeing you like this, all trussed up like a sausage… It’s giving me a few ideas.”
The colt ran a forehoof through her silky mane, causing Octavia to pull herself as far away from him as she was able. She grunted a curse under her gag as her stalker patted the top of her head.
“Make yourself comfy, sweet cheeks. Your pretty face and your hot body belong to me, now.” With that, the masked colt stood up and sauntered out of the room, locking the door behind him.
Tears began pooling at the edges of Octavia’s eyes as she mustered all of her earth pony strength to strain against the ropes, but her efforts only left her even more mentally exhausted.
I’ve got to find some way out of this blasted place. Octavia darted her head around the room for any escape route or means of cutting her ropes. But the room she was in had no windows and was completely empty, save for the small mattress sitting in the far right corner. Defeated, she sagged her shoulders and leaned her head back against the wall. Somepony please just make this nightmare stop.
Just then, Octavia’s ears perked up in response to a few loud noises coming from outside the room. Straining her ears, she could hear the masked colt grunting in pain, followed with what sounded like a mare’s voice.
“Gimme back my Octy, ya creep!”
…Vinyl?
“Vnnyl! Im in hhr!!” Octavia surged forward, causing her to fall onto her side. She wormed herself toward the door, before slamming her hind hooves against it to let Vinyl know where she was.
“Stay back, DJ! I’ll wrap you up right next to that bitch and keep you both locked up!” the masked colt fired back.
The telltale sound of unicorn magic could be heard flaring at its brightest. Octavia knew Vinyl wasn’t much of a skilled spellcaster, but she knew that a unicorn’s magic could be volatile at times during heightened states of anger.
Octavia nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard her assailant be blasted across the hallway, before colliding with the opposite wall. After a few tense minutes, the door slowly started to shake open, prompting Octavia to back up out of instinct.
The door snapped off its hinges and fell to the ground to reveal a soot-covered Vinyl, whose trademark shades were slightly cracked.
“Oh, buck! Octy!” Vinyl hurried down and pulled off the gag from Octavia’s muzzle. “You alright?”
“Vinyl, wh-? H-How did you find me?” Octavia stuttered.
“That fashion mare and her sister did a little detective work around Ponyville as soon as you went missing,” Vinyl explained. “I wanted to help out, and we eventually narrowed down the place where you might’ve been held at. Glad to know we were right, too. I rushed ahead the second we pieced it together, and…”
Vinyl wrapped Octavia in a tender hug, which the cellist leaned into without hesitation. Octavia lowered her tense shoulders as the last of the adrenaline and panic seeped from her body, relieved to be with a familiar presence for the first time since her foalnapping.
“I’m so glad you’re alright, Tavi…” Vinyl murmured as she hugged her roommate tighter.
Octavia sniffled, refusing to let any tears fall. “Thanks for coming for me. It was looking rather dim for a moment…”
Vinyl nodded understandingly. “Yeah… No telling what that sicko would’ve done to you if we hadn’t found you in time.”
“That colt. Is he-?” Octavia looked over Vinyl’s shoulder as dread started returning to the back of her mind.
Vinyl directed Octavia’s eyes toward hers. “Don’t even give him a second thought. He’s out. And he’s gonna be till the Royal Guard shows up to haul his flank to jail. Rarity said they should be here any minute.”
Octavia sighed relievedly. “Okay, good. Good…” she nuzzled her head against Vinyl’s electric-blue mane. “I’m sorry, these past few days haven’t exactly been ideal for me.”
“Hey, I get it. Why don’t we get you outta these ropes? It’s probably chafing against your coat, huh?” Vinyl moved forward to untie Octavia, only to grow confused when the latter shook her head.
“Actually, erm… Could we…stay like this?” The blush returned to Octavia’s cheeks. “At least, until the Guard arrives.”
A cunning grin crept up Vinyl’s lips. “And here I thought you were too prim and proper for that kinda stuff. You really wanna take it to next level, huh?”
Octavia scoffed. “Oh, bugger off. I think I’m entitled to a little bit of personal time after the ordeal I’ve had to suffer through.”
“Okay, okay. Just teasin’.” Vinyl then looked down to the floor and picked the cloth back up. She then glanced at Octavia with a hopeful look.
“Be my guest,” Octavia invited with an eye roll. “At least with you, I know your intentions are pure-mmph!”
Octavia was silenced when the gag was re-fastened around her muzzle. Vinyl then pulled her close into an affectionate cuddle, cradling the back of her head.
“Glad you’re back, Tavi,” Vinyl drawled.
Octavia closed her eyes as she nuzzled her. “Lhkwse, Vnnyl.”