Starting from Scratch

The annoying little jingle of your alarm stirs you out of dream land. The screaming and banging from the nearby rooms wasn't quite as bad as usual and that uncomfortable sting of fatigue in the bags under your eyes was hardly present at all. With an uncharacteristic smile on your face, you roll over and flick the alarm to off instead of snooze. The only sound in your apartment now is the soft rustling of your sheets as you move around, and the steady, rhythmic snoring of the adorable DJ resting on your couch. You twist yourself out of bed to get a look at her. Her ass is pointed straight into the air and her head and one arm are slowly drifting off the couch entirely. Her alarm is usually when her terrible sleeping posture lands her on the floor, and even then it's a toss-up. A warm fondness grows in your stomach as you watch her. You can't even remember the last time you were as happy as you are now--maybe as a kid when you didn't have to stress about anything, but even then it was different.

A grin grows wide on your face as you think about the little quips and jokes the two of you made over last night's cheesy, cable horror movie. If only every day could be like that. Your eyes reluctantly look back to your closet as your fingers sift through the bland assortment of dress shirts, but instead of dreading the day ahead as usual, your mind drifts towards the excitement after work. Like a kid waiting for Christmas, work days seemed to take forever to be over now, but you know stopping isn't an option. At least there's a few days off coming up soon.

You pass by Vinyl on your way out and glance over at her again. That warm fondness grows in your chest, and your front door suddenly seems like the like charge of a magnet repelling you away. Your mind drifts you into little memories of your time with her: the snarky little tennis match of words, her falling asleep on your shoulder in the middle of a movie, sharing a snow cone at the stand and poking fun at the assortment of characters roaming around your parking lot... The thoughts eventually drifted to where this might go: a sudden kiss in the middle a cheesy romcom, holding hands through the nicer parks in the city, talking about a real future together...

You shake your head, trying to loosen the thought out of your mind. Why would she ever want to be with a loser like you? She's supposed to be going places and this place is just a dead end. The smile on your face fades, and the warmness in your chest fades as well, leaving that familiar emptiness yet again. Vinyl's infectious optimism can only last so long, it seems.

You let out a solemn sigh. The unsuccessful conversation you had in front of the music store a few days ago stuck out in your mind. She doesn't deserve to be here. She shouldn't have a reason to stay either. All those optimistic declarations of fame and fortune meant nothing without a real path set up, and as far as you could tell she was entirely focused on making music and nothing else. With the a push in the right direction though...

You'd been around her long enough to know she's probably the heaviest sleeper on the planet--probably not a good sign about her upbringing, but it's useful for the plan you had in your head. You pick up her phone off the coffee table and unlock it. The wavy, scifi, neon blue background on it definitely suits her. Surely she had to keep a few files of her own work on her phone, right? The clock is ticking as she slowly slides further and further off the couch. You uncover a few dozen music files with names like 'agrtsd' and 'ddfsdgs' and let out a chuckle. Those are hers alright. You quickly email them to yourself from the phone and do your best to erase the evidence just in case.

With your eyes focused on her phone you don't even notice when her head slips off the couch completely and drags her body onto the stained floor like a bag of rocks being thrown into the ocean. You toss the cell phone back onto the table and wince when it hits a little harder they you'd have liked it to. At least it had a case.

The groggy girl on your floor does her best to twist herself around and rub her head for a moment.

"Ow... oh, hey, dude. What's up?" Vinyl asks, her voice weak and shaky as she rubs her eyes.

You stare at her for a moment as your mind gets dragged back into reality. "Oh, just about to leave for work."

A sly grin comes over her face. "Getting ready by sitting there and staring, huh? You know watching a girl sleep is only cute in teenage vampire movies, right?"

"I would argue it's still pretty creepy there too. I just got lost in thought for a moment, is all. I just woke up too early and didn't exactly have anywhere to sit," you say with a nod of your head towards your couch, trying to remain calm before you start looking suspicious.

Vinyl playfully rolls her eyes. "Riiight. Well..." she says before a drawn-out stretch. "Wanna do something interesting tonight?"

"Actually, why don't we wait until tomorrow? I've got the next two days off," you say as you get up out of your seat.

Vinyl's face turns sour for a moment and she looks away. "Yeah, sure," she says, disappointment in her tone. "Help the hell out of those old ladies, dude. I think I've got a musical breakthrough around the corner I need to be working on anyway." She gives you a weak smile and her voice is lacking in its usual optimism.

"Uh... well, good luck on that. See you tonight?" you say as you finally get up and walk towards the door.

She gives you a quick nod as you unlock the door with the usual loud clanks and head out. "Yeah..."

The constant robotic chirp of ringing telephones fill the air. Life in that little cubicle is nothing but dusty air and angry customers. You sit in anticipation of your own black, plastic, office phone lighting up with that irritating, monotonous buzz. Most of the time you could expect yelling right out of the gate, and if not, it'd usually start when you tried to fulfill your mandatory quota of extended warranties. You take in a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration growing with your gritted teeth. If you had to hear about the goddamn extended warranty from your boss one more time, you thought you might throw your stiff, uncomfortable chair out of the window.

You let a few seconds pass as you stare at the line on the phone. It's been a few minutes since the last call, so you know you're about to get transferred one before too long. Your eyes glance back towards your computer screen. The usual stack of reports and unanswered emails demand attention around the page, but you close all of them except the email and a browser with what had to be a few hundred tabs. The minimal amount of RAM in your company computer was chugging along at a lethargic pace as you clicked through all of them.

Talent scouts, local clubs, agents, internships, every one of them needing a new email with Vinyl's best work attached to it and a new, personalized plea as to why she'd be perfect for this new gig or opportunity. You must've sent out 300 or so by now, but after ten hours of your shift you had plenty of time between calls. A few rejection letters were already rolling in, enough to push you to start spamming emails outside of just the city. Whatever got her life going at this point would be better than staying around here. You click through a few more tabs and type out a few new emails with the attachments. There had to be something.

A voice cut through your thoughts from the entrance to your cubicle. You jump in your seat and knock your mouse off the desk in the fright, then 'accidentally' yank the cord for the monitor out of the wall to cover your tracks.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" That annoying, refined tone of your boss rattled out.

"I, uh, was just submitting the daily call reports. Accidentally clicked an ad or something, Ms. Cinch."

"Likely story. I need you to stay an extra three hours. Dirk failed to show up for his shift and we need to cover it."

"What? I've already been here for ten hours. I can't get home that late--"

Cinch gives you that stern glare she's famous for and crosses her arms. "You will be paid accordingly for your overtime, but this is not a request. If you'd like to keep your job you *will* work until we tell you your shift is over. Now get back to it," she says, turning her nose up and wandering off.

"Bitch..." you whisper under your breath. The other younger guys around the office that'd gone to high school in the city remember her from Crystal Prep too. Seems she only worsened with age. There was still a pot going for whoever guessed what got her fired, but nobody managed to have any answers yet. Your money was on forging grades to make the top spot in the country for that sweet public funding, but only time will tell.

You let out an exhausted sigh as you plug your monitor back in. At least you had time to send a few more emails now. Right as you open a new draft, the screech of that mechanical ringing fills your cubicle yet again.

The familiar cacophany of barking dogs, police sirens, and the late-night screaming of the local junkie couples fill the air like a tortorous orchestra from hell as you step out of your car. You never like coming home this late, since you can never tell who's lurking in the shadows ready to draw a knife on you for your cash. Your phone reads 10 p.m. when you check it, but the ache in your back and the bags under your eyes make it feel so much later. A sigh of relief slowly leaves your mouth as you think about the next two days off. Your heart flutters slightly and your lips slowly curl up as you think about the next potential adventure with Vinyl. Fantasies fill your head as you pick out interesting spots around Canterlot you could afford and maybe even a surpise from one of your emails that isn't another rejection.

Your hand slides along the rusted metal railing of the stairs as your feat rattle the concrete below. Your mind drifts back to that wonderful smile, her laugh, the feeling of her hair brushing up against you, the warmth of her skin, the way that pale skin peaks out from underneath her tank top, the little coos she might make as you kiss down her body...

Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you clear your throat. Blood rushes to your cheeks before you can shake away the lewd thoughts. A nervous twist forms in your stomach as your hand reaches for the chipped doorknob to your apartment. Is this... a crush? You let out a strained chuckle as the feeling grows. Feels like giving a girl flowers on the playground in second grade all over again. The smile fades as you twist the knob to head in. If she wanted that from you it'd probably be apparent already.

The apartment is surprisingly dark before you flip the lights on. Your heart skips a beat as you realize the door wasn't even locked when you tried it and you didn't see Vinyl on the couch when you walked in. Your body tenses up for a potential fight as you scan the room, but don't find anything out of place except for the lump covered up by the blankets on your bed. A suspicious mass of neon blue hair is poking out of the top accompanied by what looks like a clear bottle of cheap vodka with most of the liquid missing.

"Vinyl?" you ask cautiously.

The wad of white blankets suddenly spasms wildly, flipping them off into the floor and revealing a very drunk miss Scratch. Her cheeks are bright with the usual drunken blush, but her eyes are puffy, red, and scared as she notices you. The vodka bottle is clenched tightly to her chest as wipes her eyes and gives a quick sniff. "I... I, uh... I wa' just--" a quick burp rolls out of her mouth before she lets out a dejected sigh. She gives a disappointed shake of her head and grimaces, a short sob pouring out of her. "I, uhm... too drunk to lie," she says as tears start openly pouring down her face.

"Vinyl, please... just tell me what's wrong," you say as you make your way over to her side of the bed and instinctively wrap her up in a hug. She doesn't bother answering you with words as she collapses into your chest, letting loose a muffled series of whimpers and wails as she grips at your shirt. Your fingers run through her matted, unkempt hair and you give her a few soft shushes like she's your distraught child. It's all you really can do as she stains your shirt with tears and the occasional spill of vodka as she brings it back up to her mouth.

"You... you were right," she lets out in a soft, defeated tone.

You slip the bottle out of her fingers and set it on the nightstand. Not going to do her much good to drink anymore and it's almost empty anyway. "What do you mean?" you ask as you try to look down to those violet eyes. She looks away, almost intentionally.

"I'm *hic* never getting out. Stuck here for like... ever. My stuff it's major crap. Nobody wants to hear it," she says, curling up against your chest.

You stroke her hair again and meet her eyes this time. "Come on, Vinyl. That's not true. You're an amazing musician and I know you're going places."

Her eyes lethargically roll in her head. "Ya right, maan. You haven't even heard anything from me yet."

You clear your throat again. That one's not particularly true now, but might not be the best idea to tell her just yet. "Well, I mean... a girl as passionate and driven as you is always going to make amazing things. I can already tell you're going to make some of the best music I've ever heard."

Vinyl lets out a slow, drunken chuckle. "Come on, duuude. I might be drunk as hell but I... I'm not gonna--" another drunken burp leaves her lips, followed by a little sniff as she wipes her eye again. "Not gonna convince me that easy. Vinyl's in sad mode right now."

"Well, I tell you what. How about tomorrow we spend the day listening to all your awesome music and I can tell you what sucks and what doesn't. Then I can tell you for sure that you're going places."

Vinyl's head bobs with a little nod as she rests it on your arm. "Yeah... you'll hate it though..."

You give her your best reassuring smile. "Hey, only one way to find out, right?"

With another quick burp, Vinyl springs up out of your arms and onto her knees in the middle of the bed, giving the entire mattress a quick bounce. She has to hold out her arms to steady herself for a moment before they trace back up to you. "I... I kinda like you," she says, a soft smile forming on her cheeks.

You give her a grin at the sudden mood change before looking away. "Yeah, I like you too, Vinyl. Think you might need to go to bed?"

Her slender fingers grab you by the collar and urge you forward slightly as she leans in. You almost have to choke as the vodka on her breath floats towards you. "No... I like like you."

You have to blink a few times as Vinyl's puffy purple eyes quickly turn sultry. "H-huh? What are yo--"

Before you can even object, she grabs your collar with both hands and jerks you forward. Your body tenses in shock as both of your lips connect with a shower of emotional sparks flying up from inside you. The unfamiliar warmth of her mouth pressed against yours is a welcome sensation you haven't felt in years. The muscles locking throughout your body slowly release their tension as you fall further into the loving gesture. Vinyl's tongue is quick to caress yours without a second thought. Not exactly how you imagined it, as her tongue pokes around at yours in the clumsy makeout session, but as your arms raise to find her sides you can't find yourself caring too much.

The warmth of Vinyl's cheeks pressing up against yours is unfortunately short-lived once she pulls back and stares at you with those same sultry eyes. "I'm gonna suck your dick," she says matter-of-factly and reaches down at your pants. You grip her forearm before she makes contact.

"Wait, do you really think we should--"

"Shhhhh." Her other hand moves up to put a finger to your lips. "It's either this... or I start crying again. Your choice, bud," she lets out, her voice only slightly less slurred now.

"Well, I mean if you need to let it out you can--"

Vinyl rolls her eyes and leans forward again, pushing down those words with another jolt of euphoria as her lips meet yours. She breaks away only for a moment to whisper: "Just shut up and say yes already." Your grip loosens on her forearm and her pale fingers quickly find their way into your waistband. The feeling of her skin making contact against yours makes you exhale in a silent moan so hard you almost can't catch your breath.

"Yes..." you whisper back just as her wrist tugs against your belt so her fingers can finally find their target.

The feeling of her soft hands wrapping around your member quickly makes the worries of the day melt away. Blood rushes down to your dick to give Vinyl much more of a handful as she tugs at your belt with an awkward clumsiness until you just slip it out of the loop and unbutton your pants yourself. With a sly smile on her face, her fingers gently stroke up and down your cock, giving you plenty of reason to let out another satisfied sigh and lie back into the bed.

Vinyl bounces around on your mattress and goads you up onto it with her. All the potential hangups you had vanished as your cock stood at full mast, waiting to burst from your pants the first chance it got. As soon as you settled into the sheets, Vinyl uncerimoniously yanks your pants down to your shins, letting you do the rest of the work with your shoes and pants landing at the foot of the bed with a soft rustle.

The hot skin protruding from your groin twitches in the cold air, temporarily sucking you back into reality from the horny haze. Vinyl doesn't seem to want to keep it like that for long as she wastes no time taking the entire length into her mouth with one swift motion. You lurch forward with a soft groan and put your hand in that mat of soft hair as a little gagging sound resonates out of her. She doesn't seem too disrupted though. Her hands snake around the sheets to squeeze against your ass to pull herself even harder onto your crotch. Your vision goes blurry at the amazing feeling of being ungulfed in that warm, wet mouth of hers, every little movement gently caressing every part your dick as it sits comfortably in her throat. You do your best to catch your breath as that familiar pressure builds up inside you. The overwhelming feeling almost pushes you to cum right there, but Vinyl thankfully gives you a little breathing room by finally letting her head up.

She plants a soft kiss on the head and looks back up to you with a confident grin. "Not a *hic* bad start, huh?" she asks with a playful wink. You can only let off a weak nod and fall back into the pillows as her mouth gets to work yet again. Her tongue frantically plays around with the tip, sending jolts of pleasure through your hips that cause you to tense up your entire body as they become harder and harder to deal with. Your member twitches against her lips and Vinyl happily licks up any precum she entices out. Her soft fingers find their way around your waist and back down to your groin where they expertly wrap around the bottom of your cock and brush across your balls. Your hips involuntarily lift up, trying to get deeper onto Vinyl's loving tongue, but she's making her own pace.

The pressure in your groin builds up quickly under the onslaught of pleasure. Your hips buck into her mouth, trying to feel even more of that loving tongue brush up against your cock. You close your eyes and grit your teeth as you feel yourself about to cum, but the cold air in the absence of Vinyl's mouth force that feeling to fade away. You look down to see her clumsily fall forward, pressing her face up against your member as her hands poke around underneath her. The feeling over her soft cheeks brushing along your length isn't quite as exciting, but seeing her hands slip her jeans down her hips to reveal those beautiful, bare curves of her ass brought a new rush of blood to your groin. Your chest flutters once you breath in again--the aroma of her wetness immediately fills the air and activates something primal in you. You place your hand on the back of Vinyl's head to try to guide her back, but she's already back to work.

A satisfied sigh leaves your lips at the feeling of her taking your entire dick into her mouth again. You can feel yourself twitch inside her throat as she wiggles every last bit in. The sound of her fingers quickly rubbing her wet folds fills the air and she lets out a soft moan around your cock in response. With her one free hand, she snakes around your hips to place it on your ass, pulling on you to give you the go-ahead to use her mouth however you wanted. You happily oblige and place both of your hands on the back of her head. She lets out a little gag as you let your hips sway in and out of her mouth, but doesn't try to stop you. Her free hand rests up against your balls, letting her fingers caress against the sensitive skin as you pump into her mouth.

The two of you trade moans between the subtle squishes of her fingers against her clit and the sound of your cock entering her throat. The pressure quickly comes back as your seed threatens to spill on her tongue. You slow down and whisper down to her "Vinyl, I'm about to..." and her only response is to lean back slightly and caress your head with her tongue again. With an audible groan your head drifts backwards and you look up into the ceiling. You've lost control now and can only let your cock tense in Vinyl's gentle fingers and lips. Warmth spreads throughout your entire body at the heavenly feeling of cumming onto her tongue. She doesn't even flinch as you fill her mouth up completely, just continues rubbing her clit and occasionally letting out another soft moan around your length.

The last contraction spurts the final rope of cum into her and you finally, reluctantly let out the breath you'd been holding. Your vision is blurred from the intensity of pleasure you just went through, so much you barely notice as Vinyl lets out an audible gulp before letting your cock drop to your stomach out of her mouth. She gives the side one last, sweet kiss before laying her head down on you as well. Eternally grateful, you run your fingers through her electric blue hair. "You want to...?" you start before you look down and realized she already passed out. You gently caress her cheek and gaze down at her fondly. She's absolutely adorable, or at least, adorable as you can be with cum dripping out of your mouth and your pants around your knees, but lovable all the same.

All the energy drained out of you with those last few spurts, but you at least lean forward to throw a blanket around Vinyl before you collapse back into the sheets yourself. This might not be the best position to wake up in tomorrow, with Vinyl lying right next to your exposed junk, but you hardly cared anymore. You let your entire body relax into the pillows and slowly drifted away in a cradle of bliss. Maybe she actually did like you after all.