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Some Sort of Silent Agreement

Chapter Six: Some Sort of Silent Agreement

It was hard. I had no idea for how long the moans went on, but It felt like eternity.

Of course, those weren’t real. Those were in my head. How could it be otherwise? These were… projections. Projections of my desire towards Tavi. It was only right to imagine her moaning in lust, masturbating–—thinking of me?–—but it was impossible. No, Tavi was cleaning the floor, and I was just imagining things.

I sighed and reached for my headphones. Some hard beats would surely dispel the state of confusion I was in. I glanced at the player. Battery dead. Cursing, I tried to emit a spark from my horn - but the magic didn’t want to surface. I was tired, and I needed sleep.

But how could I sleep without knowing that tomorrow I would meet her again? Life without that wonderful, gorgeous mare had become bleak, dull, not worth living. I had to meet her tomorrow, and I knew where she would be.

At the beach.

I clung to that idea like a drowning pony to a life vest. It was a breath of fresh air, a gasp above the water. At the beach, tomorrow. We would meet. I would sit next to her, and, and- and nothing would happen.

But our friendship would resume.

I had no idea that just one room above me, one particular mare had nearly the same thoughts.

***

It was hard to ignore the mess I had made. It was even harder to forget why it was there after all. There was a virus in my head, and that virus had a white coat and a two-coloured, messy blue mane. That virus was Vinyl Scratch.

Yet, I was happy about that virus. It gave me bliss, even if it was an unusual one. Still, there were more than a few questions left.

What do I feel exactly? Friendship? Love? Companionship? Admiration?

To be honest, I had no idea.

Every thought I started ended with her, somehow, but it also hurt thinking about her. I had sent her away after the incident, just to do the same thing minutes later while imagining her rutting me senseless, driving me insane.

I have to see her again or I will go mad for sure. The small pony in my head nodded and set her framed picture of Vinyl back down.

Tomorrow would be a new day, a day where I could see her again. I knew that I would just have to go to the beach, and she would soon be there. How I knew it? Why, I have no clue! But I knew for sure I would see her. I had to see her.

There was a drug called Vinyl Scratch, and I was hooked on it. For life.

Somehow, that thought didn’t make me feel like a junkie. It made me feel alive.

***

They say that the sunrise is a most beautiful thing. I have no idea. I hadn’t seen the sunrise for a long, long while—if ever—prior to that morning. I like to sleep till like, two in the afternoon, which is a given after a long night at the club.

But the next morning after I’d heard the moans, I woke up early in the morning, with a thick, haunting feeling that something was missing from my life. And I immediately knew what it was. It was a grey mare by my side—who wasn’t by my side.

I am not just talking about sex. I mean it. I would settle for a night of cuddling. Waking up in Tavi’s embrace had easily been one of the best experiences in my life. I would give up my record collection just to experience it again.

...Okay, no, I would not. Maybe some records. Not all records. But that’s just because I would like to play them for Tavi.

I smiled, looking at the rising sun from my window, with a clear view of the rustic town. Sometimes, the sunrise is like love, I thought, paraphrasing something I’d heard long ago. Some prefer to sleep at that time, but there are those who wake up early - not to miss anything.

***

The sun was far from setting, but I was already at the beach. I don’t know what had driven me here… Oh, who am I kidding. I knew exactly what had driven me here. It was the white-and-blue goddess, the charming, beautiful, gorgeous mare called Vinyl Scratch.

The little pony in my head nodded approvingly. I sighed in defeat. Vinyl had conquered me, somehow - and she didn’t even know about it. Nor would she! I was a lady, and confessing my… preference for her would be unladylike.

Besides, this was just a vacation. No need to open the floodgates of love if everything would be gone in a week. There simply was no way for this to continue, and I wasn’t ready to open a relationship when my partner lived far away from me.

Not that she would become my partner anyway. We were friends, and that was it. I tossed my mane in defiance. The little pony in my head blinked: Are you truly an idiot or are you just doing a good impression of one?

“Tavi?” came the familiar voice from behind.

I turned round, a little too readily for a lady, but readily enough for somepony who had fallen hooves over heels for that catastrophe of a mare. Why couldn’t I get a piece of her just on vacation? Because I am a proper pony who will only have proper relationships, I reminded myself. The little pony in my head started rolling her eyes.

She just sat next to me on the deck chair, occupied half of it with a sigh, and peered into the horizon. Her fur was glistening with sweat, but I wanted nothing more than to bury my muzzle into it.

I sighed as well, diverting my gaze from Vinyl and looking at the sheltering sky. It didn’t seem sheltering now; I felt as if there were tears in it, a tattered sky tied together by endless, invisible seams.

“Where are we going with all of this, Vinyl?”

The mare next to me snorted and kept watching the sky. “I don’t quite get you, Tavi,” she said in a tone reserved for shameless, bare-faced lies. “Where are we going with what?”

I groaned and cast an irritated glance at the DJ. “You know very well what I mean, Vinyl. You are… infatuated with me? I guess that would be the proper term. And I found that, well, that I might like you a little more than I thought I would.” Sex? Sex? Sex? The little pony in my head pranced around.

Vinyl’s ears perked up immediately, but, before a grin could break out on that incorrigible - yet so alluring - face, I continued: “Which doesn’t mean anything. I will not sleep with you, and…” No sex? The little pony’s ear drooped in an instant. “And, well, we only have this vacation to talk to one another. Afterwards, this friendship, it. It will be...”

I couldn’t bring myself to say the word. Instead, I looked up once more, trying mentally to stitch the tears in the sky, to make it whole again. To make it look like a woven plaid, not a sewn blanket.

“It is only over when you decide it’s over,” Vinyl said simply. “Even if we live in different towns, what’s stopping us from being pen pals? And anyway, I live in Manehattan, and the train leaves for any location at least twice a day.”

I almost did a spit-take on thin air. Almost. “You live in Manehattan?” I rapped out, turning towards the mare abruptly. The little pony’s muzzle formed a wide grin. “I… I live on Fifth Avenue.”

“What?” Vinyl, to her merit, did do a spit-take on thin air. “I live on Fifth Ave! You can’t live there, cause, cause…”

“Because that would make us neighbours!” I exclaimed. “And I know my neighbours.”

“Fifth Ave is a long street,” Vinyl reasoned, though she couldn’t keep a smile from her face. “WELL THAT MEANS WE CAN FINALLY HAVE SEX.”

“What?! Vinyl, I said NO!” The little pony in my head hung its head even lower.

“But we live near each other…”

“Doesn’t mean that we will have sex! No, stop it or I shall regret talking you,” I replied.

Of course, I would never do that. Deep in my heart, I knew I liked Vinyl too much to just leave her. And honestly, knowing she was maybe like five minutes away from my Apartment? To say it in her words, AWESOME!.

Vinyl pouted in my direction, but that expression was quickly gone. “I still can’t believe we are that close!”

Me neither. There goes my plan of abandoning her after the vacation...

“Yes, great, Vinyl.” I know, my enthusiasm knows no bounds. “Now, though… This does change some things.” While Vinyl’s eyes lit up with hope, I crushed that hope - that I shared, deep inside - with a stern, “Not sex, Vinyl. That just means that, well, that this friendship might work out. “

“Might? I don’t know what could possible go wrong,” Vinyl grinned.

I facehoofed. “Please, Vinyl, tell me what you have planned.”

“Oh, nothing special, Tavi.” The mare leaned over me, her hot breath falling onto my muzzle. “Just, maybe…” I shifted back instinctively. “You know, an evening for two…” I yelped as I realised the pony was drawing seriously close to me, way too close for comfort. Oh really? the little pony in my head frowned. “Wine and roses…” Her lips were almost touching my face. I took a sharp left, and, forgetting that we were on a deck chair, planted sideways into the sand.

Vinyl snorted. “Gets them every time.”

“You… YOU TRICKED ME!” I growled.

“Whatever suits your fancy flank,” Vinyl glared at me. “I tried to see if there is at least a small amount of hope for me that this goes well. Lucky you there is no stone in your chest.”

“That was mean,” I whimpered back.

She continued to glare at me. “Well, think about how you treated me and ask yourself why I should kiss your hooves?”

“You did all those sexual innuendos!”

“Well, it’s WHO I AM!” Vinyl exploded, pointing a hoof at me “I don’t sit back idly if I like a mare. Tavi, I’m a hunter, I hunt what I like! I tried that with you but OH LUNA, pull that stick out of your ass!”

“Well, guess what, Vinyl.” I stood up and shook the sand off myself in a graceful manner. “If you want to remain friends with me, you should remember just one - just one thing.” I approached her and stared into her eyes sternly, then planted a soft kiss on her forehead - which, to my delight, left her speechless. “I am no prey.”

With that, I turned to leave, but I didn’t get very far. A blue aura held me and turned me around. Right into the hooves of Vinyl. It took only a second and I was lost in her eyes, then they closed as she kissed me.

I melted into the kiss, forgetting my upbringing, my status, my music, forgetting where I was or who I was. For now, there was only her lips and mine, locked in a sign of eternity. I didn’t want to ever let go. Something was boiling within me, something that told me that this wasn’t right, but the little pony in my head stood guard against such thoughts, letting me relax and give in to Vinyl’s ministrations.

Behind us, the sun set, bathing us in golden light as the day closed with a bang. Something, that would follow us for all of our lives.

For good or bad.