Vinyl shorts: Vinyl is a lazy, but sweet mare.


                                            >Walking into the front room you see your marefriend sprawled on the carpet, a slight smile on her face.

                                            "What're you doin Vy?"

                                            >"Chillin."

                                            "On the floor?"

                                            >"Ye."

                                            "...Do you need anything?"

                                            >"Jalapeno chips and Rockstar from the fridge."

                                            "Anything else?"

                                            >"Pillow, my boobies are starting to hurt."

                                            "Alrighty, I'll get right on that."

                                            >"And my headphones."

                                            "Gotcha."

                                            >"Love you Nonny."

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                                            >You haven't heard anything from the front room in a while, you should go check on Vinyl.

                                            >Poking your head into the room, Vinyl was in the same spot as before, except laying on her back now.

                                            >It had been hours since you left her there, even for her this was pretty lethargic.

                                            "You alright Vinyl?"

                                            >A nod is all you get in return.

                                            "Are you sad?"

                                            >A shake of the head this time.

                                            "Do you need something?"

                                            >Another nod, accompanied by her stretching out her forehooves to the ceiling.

                                            >Taking her familiar cue, you walk over to the quiet DJ and pick her up out from the detritus she has a habit of leaving in her wake.

                                            >Pulling her into a warm hug, Vinyl wraps her front and rear hooves around you as best she can and nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.

                                            >Bringing the cuddly mare to the couch, you take a seat, pulling Vinyl more into your lap.

                                            >Vinyl adjusts her self, getting comfortable while you grab a blanket and drape it over you two.

                                            >As you tuck the blanket in around both of you, your marefriend takes her head out from your neck and gives you a kiss on the cheek before laying her head back down on your chest, closing her RED eyes.

                                            >You follow suit as well, the last thing you feel is Vinyl's body breathing in time with yours.

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                                            >It's been a few minutes since you've woken up from your nap, and the shadows in the room had become long and dim.

                                            >It was nearing dusk and way past time for dinner.

                                            >Your stomach growls at the thought of food, followed shortly by another tummy rumble from your cuddlemate.

                                            >Vinyl was still embracing you, not exactly asleep anymore, but still with her eyes closed.

                                            "You're hungry too huh?"

                                            >A slight nod into your chest confirms your question.

                                            "I'll make us some nice dinner then, come on, get up and I'll start cooking."

                                            >This idea is met with a silent negative headshake.

                                            "Vy, you gotta get up so I can cook for us."

                                            >Again a no.

                                            >Reaching up to her face, you tap her muzzle a few times with an index finger, causing her to scrunch adorably.

                                            "Well if you're not getting off then I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." You say, lifting yourself off the couch.

                                            >You purposefully leave Vinyl without any support so she'd fall onto her butt, but surprisingly she stayed attached to you even as you stood straight up.

                                            >Vinyl's hooves gripped around you, loath to release their warm prize.

                                            "This is ridiculous Vinyl, do you want food or not?"

                                            >Yes.

                                            "Then you need to let go."

                                            >No.

                                            "I can't cook with you clinging to me Vinyl."

                                            >No response.

                                            >Sighing, you walk yourself and your stubbornly lazy mare into the kitchen.

                                            >Opening the fridge for ideas, you find something that might work.

                                            >The cold air runs over Vinyl's fur, making her shiver and hug tighter to you.

                                            >A brief thought of using an ice cube on Vinyl's butt comes to mind, but you think better of it as that'd earn you a retaliatory attack and an equally cold attitude for awhile.

                                            "Well Vinyl, since I cant cook I guess we're having leftovers, you okay with that?"

                                            >A shrug is all you get.

                                            "Okay, but I better not hear any complaining about old chow mein."

                                            >Reaching into the fridge, you fish out some leftover neighponese takeout and take it to the microwave, barnacle still firmly attached.

                                            >Throwing the oriental pony food in, you set it for a minute or so and wait for it to finish heating.

                                            >Admitting defeat, you help support your growth by putting a hand under her bum and lifting.

                                            >Her grip loosens a bit, needing less work to stay attached.

                                            >You use your other hand to comb through her spiky, somewhat unruly mane, scratching behind her ears periodically, much to her pleasure.

                                            >Unfortunately for her, the microwave beeps all too soon and you retrieve the hot food with your free hand.

                                            >Instead of making plates, you decide to be a little lazy yourself and just eat from the boxes themselves.

                                            >Sitting down at the kitchen table, Vinyl relaxes again as you take a bite of Ponegolian chicken.

                                            >Thank god griffons ate meat.

                                            >A few more bites in and you could tell your Siamese twin was getting impatient.

                                            "Your food's right there Vy." You say around a mouthful of spicy chicken.

                                            >Finally opening her eyes, Vinyl looks up at you with her striking ruby orbs and opens her mouth expectantly.

                                            "I'm not feeding you."

                                            >Tilting her head, Vinyl presses the tip of her horn against your throat in an idle threat.

                                            "What, you're gonna kill me?" You chuckle between bites.

                                            >Her horn is pressed firmer into you, but still not enough to be considered seriously.

                                            "Alright, alright, jeez. You can be a real pain sometimes, you know that?"

                                            >A slight smile graces her lips as you take a forkful of szechuan eggplant and stick it into her greedy mouth.

                                            >She looks up at you again expectantly, requiring yet another service.

                                            "I am /not/ chewing for you too Vinyl."

                                            >Seeing how she wouldn't get away with that one, Vinyl shuts her eyes again and chews slowly, opening her mouth for more after swallowing.

                                            >Outside gets darker as you two eat quietly, alternating bites between you and her.

                                            >You ended up feeding her water too, apparently her magic was too broken to be used for any of this.

                                            >Finishing up dinner, you leave the empty cartons on the table and rise from your chair, keeping a hold on your little parasite.

                                            >Going into the bathroom, you already know how this is going to shake down and prep two toothbrushes with toothpaste.

                                            >Setting Vinyl's rear onto the counter, you make sure the bottom of your shirt is underneath her so it isn't as cold.

                                            >Already anticipating, Vinyl has her mouth open again, waiting.

                                            >Taking a toothbrush in each hand, you pop one in your mouth, and the other in hers.

                                            >Giving both of you a good brushing, you're surprised that Vinyl is able to spit by herself.

                                            >What a big girl.

                                            "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

                                            >No.

                                            "Good, cause I'm not gonna squeeze it out of you."

                                            >That earned you a smile and a little shaking in what could be a very lazy laugh.

                                            >Picking up your baggage, you take her to the last stop, the bedroom.

                                            "Okay Vinyl, I really do need you to let go now, I have to change."

                                            >The no this time was accompanied by her grip stiffening.

                                            "I'll just be a second, then you can hug me to your heart's content."

                                            >Her grip loosens reluctantly, and you set her down on the bed under the covers.

                                            >As soon as you free yourself, her eyes open again, watching you as if you'd disappear if she looked away even for a second.

                                            >Changing quickly to keep your promise, you join her under the covers and are immediately ensnared by four desperate limbs pulling you securely against their owner.

                                            >Fur brushes against your chest as you're brought as close as possible to your marefriend, her eyes never leaving yours even as her muzzle meets your lips.

                                            >No kissing happens, just mouth against mouth with a slight minty fragrance.

                                            >Then you realize what she was doing, her warm breath comes out slow and steady, attempting to match yours.

                                            >Joining her, you reciprocate and take in her air and return it to her in kind.

                                            >Nothing needs to be said, the hearts bubbling up in her eyes saying more than words ever could.