Chapter 9

Problems to Solve

==Vinyl’s POV==

“That was one of the best parties I’ve turned tables at ever! Just too bad I blew out a speaker…” I say to my cracked trademark glasses. I pause under a streetlight to fix them with a little bit of magic and smile at the ‘new’ pair of shades. Setting the glasses on my head, I check my surroundings before resuming the block and a half walk left to my house. As my front door comes into view, I feel the effects of the party finally ending at four a.m. Fighting a yawn, I open the door and quickly step inside. I make my way to my bed but stop as I pass the living room. What was a simply decorated room was now a burnt and charred pit. And in the center was a DRAGON!!!! My heard races and I let out a high pitched scream, immediately covering my muzzle with my forehooves, but it was too late. The beast stirred awake and focused its beautiful blue eyes solely on me…. Wait, if I’m about to die, then why am I so ‘excited’?

==Ripper==

A loud scream pulls me from my pseudo coma. Slowly opening my eyes, a white unicorn with electric blue hair catches my focus. Feeling a bit sour about being rudely woken up, I childishly asked the mare “Why’d ya wake me up pretty lady?”

“W-well,… you’re a d-dragon… that burned my h-house… and was s-sleeping on the ashes…..it scared me…” She stammered out.

“And now you’re calling me names…” I snapped back, somewhat offended. “But I can understand your reasoning, and for that, I’m sorry.”

“But what about my stuff? You burnt my couch, my floor….. Dear Celestia, I left my Bass cannon in here……” A look of horror pulling on her muzzle. Sitting up and stretching, I wince as my wing slams into a sharp corner. Lifting my wing to rub away the pain, I hear a very high pitched squee. Turning my head, I see Vinyl leaning against the door frame and giving me a sultry, half lidded stare.

“Hey Sweetheart! Ya alright?”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll make me all better…” Sweet Discord, that Voice!!! Its hard to describe, but it literally left my jaw hanging. But some whimpering and teeth clattering snapped me out of it, causing me to close my mouth and focus on her. “Please don’t eat me….”

“Ain’t that illegal?” Snapping out of her spontaneous lust, she stares at me with a dumbfound look and a lingering blush. “What?”

Deciding to act upon the switch of moods, I start up a twenty questions. “Why would I eat you? I’m somewhat civilized and disciplined to know what’s food and what’s not.”

Collecting herself, she walks over to an unsinged part of the couch. “I see your point”

Laying down, I sigh as my back straightens out, turning my head to look at Vinyl. “So… I assume you have some questions?”

“Yes. Firstly, who or what are you?, how did you get in my house, and…. areyousingle?”

“It’s a long story. Do I have to tell every detail?”

“No, just give me the short version”

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. “Okay… I am Ripper the Drakegator, a drunken mishap between a Dragon and Alligator. My current entrance to your house was from an attempted suicide, just found out that what I thought was my home was a lie, and to top it all off, I nearly burned and ate my possibly pregnant marefriend.” Judging my the silence, her jaw must be on the floor, or she is calling the Guards to arrest me.

“Alright…. You’re going to explain the ‘murder my marefriend’ part.” She finally spoke.

Cracking an eye open, I see her still on the half burnt couch. “If you insist. I had been taking a magic induced nap- happens whenever I get a growth spurt- when someone used cold water to wake me up. Fire Dragons do not react well to water suddenly being pored on them, and I instantly grabbed the offender by the throat and pinned them against a wall. With a flame in my throat, and a hunger in my stomach, I asked if they had any last words… “you might be a father” shattered my focus, and I saw my marefriend in tears for her life, staring at the monster about to eat her.

So, I blew a hole in the side of the ship and flew away. Acting on impulse, I flew as high as I could before free falling with the intent of shattering the Monster into a bloody mess on the ground. And like a fire, I figured out ways to maximize my speed, therefore cementing my death. But after nearly breaking two sonic barriers, and nearly blacking out, I hear a voice say “Green to teleport”. I landed in your house and blacked out.”

Vinyl shakes her head. “Damn…. That is some serious fucked up shit. But, you are a major dumbfuck.”

I raise my eyebrow—or whatever I have for eyebrows. “How… How so?”

She looks me dead in the eyes, as if this isn’t the first time she’s dealt with a suicide attempt. “Well, for one, you tried to use death as a means to escape from a mistake you made! And did you even consider how your selfish act would affect those around you! Assuming you and this mare are serious, how would killing yourself HELP her!”
Her words hit home, very hard and very close. I knew suicide accomplished nothing, but it was the first choice I made. “Scheiße...How can I redeem myself from this?“

Her face gains a less stern look, and her voice a softer tone. “First off, you need to find her and apologize. Weather or not she forgives you for nearly eating her, is up to her. Secondly, if she is pregnant by you, then its your obligation to stay with her and raise the foal. Alternatively, if its not your kid, then still help her out some- you owe her that much. Finally, never forget that you tried to use death as a means for escaping your actions towards her; but don’t let it hold you back, learn from it and grow.”

I nod, her points being a very valid course of action. “Fair. But how do I apologize to her? ‘Hey, Sorry for almost eating you. Hugs?’’ I gave a shrug, apologies being something I couldn’t do without sounding like an uncaring ass.

Vinyl yawns, the gig and her sudden shock of a dragon appearing in her living room catching up with her. “Go to Sugarcube Corner tomorrow morning and tell Pinkie Pie you need to apologize to somepony special… Or she might meet you first. Whichever happens, she will help you out.”

I smile and get up, not wanting to impose on Vinyl. “Thanks Vinyl, for everything.”

She stretches her forelegs and yawns. “No problem. Just next time, knock or something before crashing in my house.” She grinned.

Author's Note

A/N: SO!!!!!! After a “momentary” lapse of interest in writing, I am back at this. This is the 9th out of 11 pre-written chapters that give me half of the direction I was going. But of that half, only a third is actually used, but I hope the end product is enjoyed by you readers.

As usual, I self edit and any spotted errors would be appreciated.

Thanks for reading.