>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." -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ >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. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ >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.