Get down with the thiccness (part 1)


                                            >Vinyl and Octavia go on a nice nature walk through the forest one evening to relax.

                                            >Both of them had been stressed lately, their workload having increased and deadlines rapidly approaching.

                                            >A pleasant trot in the nearby preserve seemed just the ticket to relieve some of that built up pressure.

                                            >Breathing in the crisp evening air, Octavia could feel her body loosen up as foliage crunched beneath her hooves.

                                            >Being an earth pony, she always felt at ease when surrounded by nature, she really ought to do this more often.

                                            >Following the path through a pair of trees, her mind wandered.

                                            >She might spoil herself a little more with a colty trip to the spa later, possibly even pick up a treat from Sugarcub-

                                            >Sounds of a struggle came from behind her, her ears pivoting backwards sharply.

                                            >"H-Help Tavi."

                                            >Spinning around, Octavia readied herself, her muscles tightening, ready to attack.

                                            >Timberwolves? Or something worse? In any case she'd protect her-

                                            >False alarm, Vinyl had just gotten herself stuck. Again.

                                            >This time she had managed to wedge herself between two rather large pine trees.

                                            >Like a fat dog trying to push themselves through a too small doggy door, Vinyl scraped at the ground and trees to no avail.

                                            >Rolling her eyes, Octavia trotted back to her trapped friend with a sigh.

                                            "You must be more careful dear, how many times is this now?

                                            >Sheepishly touching her hooves together, an embarrassed blush blossomed on Vinyl's face.

                                            >"Sorry Octy."

                                            >Reaching Vinyl's front, Octavia put her hooves on Vinyl's shoulders and began to push.

                                            "I mean really, hoof trapped in a gopher hole, mane tangled in the hanging moss, tail caught by ivy, falling into the lake, and- urf, now stuck between trees!"

                                            >Each accident retelling is accompanied by a strong shove, slowly freeing the captured unicorn.

                                            >"I donno, I guess I'm not as good with this nature stuff as you-"

                                            >With a cartoonish pop akin to a champagne bottle being opened, Vinyl shot free of her ensnarement, bouncing on her rump as she skidded to a halt.

                                            "I've told you time and time again Vinyl, if you simply FOLLOW me, you will be fine."

                                            >Helping the ego bruised and regular bruised mare up to her hooves, Vinyl wipes a tear from her eye as she rubs her hips.

                                            >"B-But I did! I even tried stepping in your hoofprints!"

                                            >Snorting at her childishness, Octavia turns around and trots over to the two trees that now had the bark stripped in a rather comical outline of a mares hips and thighs.

                                            "Really then? If you had followed me you would've seen I went AROUND the trees. Watch, if I do the same as you did and try to go though-"

                                            >Stumbling, Octavia had expected to be held back by the two pines behind her now, but instead passed though them without so much as a brush of bark on her fur.

                                            >Clearing her throat hesitantly, Octavia slowly backed her way though the trees again.

                                            >Coming out the other side, she wordlessly retraced her steps back and forth through the logs.

                                            >Doing this several more times, Octavia came to a stop. A few loose strands of hair pinging up.

                                            >"Tavi? A-Are you okay?"

                                            "...Oh, bother."