The Beat Stream

...What a crazy dream.

You let a smile form as you stir into consciousness, the bright sunlight beating against your closed eyes letting you know it is now the next morning. Your whole body feels heavy and tired, but oddly soothing at the same time.

The mental images your mind produced last night still flash before you, the details so vivid you can almost feel the fur of your imagined lover against you and smell the acrid stench of her bodily fluids on the floor of the cheap shower now. If only the real Vinyl Scratch knew the things you thought about doing with her, and letting her do in front of you...well, she’d probably think you were a massive pig, but you would always have your fantasies.

Sadly, your fantasies will have to give way to reality as you remember your duties for today, including letting your manager know in exact detail where the hay you went to last night after the battle...

…Come to think of it, where did you go last night? In fact, where are you right now?

You decide that opening your eyes would be a good start to answering these questions. Using much more effort than you expect, you slowly force your eyelids apart...

“Good morning.”

...and find a pair of red eyes staring back at you.

“V-Vinyl!?” Your eyes shoot open at the sight of the very mare you had not expected to see, her blue mane a cute mess and what coat that wasn’t hidden under the covers ruffled playfully.

“Sleep well?” She asks with a smile.

“Wait...” you reply as the memories of last night flood back into your mind. “We...all that...happened...right?”

“You mean you watching me take a leak in the shower and then passing out right after a bit of fooling around? I think I recall something like that occurring.” She lifts her head off the pillow and gives you an inquisitive look. “We aren’t having some second thoughts, are we?”

“No, nothing like that!” You shake your head. “It’s just...that night was...”

“Yes?”

“It was...awesome...” You allow a goofy smile to form. “I thought it had to have been a dream.”

Another half-laugh half-scoff escapes Vinyl’s lips as she rolls onto her back. “Well, that’s the first I’ve ever been complimented like that.”

“Seriously?” You blink and raise an eyebrow. “Your partners must’ve had some ridiculously high standards or something.”

“Perhaps...” she turns her head back to meet yours, “Although to be fair, I haven’t quite been with enough partners to say something like that.”

“Wha-really?” You blink.

“You find that surprising? Don’t tell me you think I’m one of those loose mares who humps somepony just because they have a shred of talent in them.”

“Well, that...might have been the impression I got a little last night...” you admit.

She stares at you for what seems like an eternity before she smiles again, much to you relief.

“Okay, I admit this might have all happened a bit sooner than it does for most ponies,” says Vinyl, “But I do stick to one rule that most whorses don’t.”

“And that is...”

She lifts her foreleg up and lays it across your shoulder. “I don’t screw anypony I don’t plan on getting into a relationship with.”

“R-really?” You ask, your voice faltering for just a moment as a warm feeling comes over you. It’s that same feeling from the battle, that strange sense of everything you do with her connecting in all the right ways. It’s as if it would feel natural even if you were to leap off Canterlot Mountain and straight into the valleys below as long as she made the jump with you. Hopefully, it wouldn’t have to come to that, but you doubt you could complain if it does...

You also experience another warm feeling, this one more localized. Specifically, it’s on your visible cheek, and it comes from an external source, namely the lips of Vinyl Scratch.

“Does that answer your question?” She asks as she pulls away all too quickly.

“What, no kiss on the mouth?” You reply, trying your best to act cool despite another goofy smile making its way onto your face.

“Not when I know where those lips have been.”

“Ah, good point...” You can’t fault Vinyl for having some standards.

“Besides...” Her eyelids lower and her smile turns into a grin, “We both know I’m the only one with any skill.”

“Is that so?” you respond with a mischievous smirk of your own. “As I recall, I think I surpassed you quite easily.”

“Maybe that night you did,” replies Vinyl without missing a beat, “but only because I was holding back. If I had shown you even half my other moves, you wouldn’t have lasted ten seconds against me.”

“I wasn’t referring to the DJ battle.” You give a quick wink. As far as you were concerned, she could have that victory.

“Neither was I,” is her response, her expression not wavering in the slightest.

Your grin grows wider as another thought comes to mind. “Is that so? Then what do you say to a rematch and showing me some of those moves?”

“Maybe in a bit...but for now, I have a much better idea.”

With that, Vinyl shuffles closer to you until parts of your bodies touch together, leaving your faces mere centimeters apart. You stare right into her half-lidded ruby-red eyes for a second before she leans just about your face and whispers a simple sentence right into your ear. Your grin of confidence turns into a childish and giddy smile as you replay the sentence in your mind over and over again, smooth voice and all:

“I have to tinkle again.”

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Author's Note: You now have a thing for DJ battles and waiting forever for a clopfic to be made. Hopefully you don't have a urine fetish, though, because EWWWWWWWWWW, GROSS!