shitty octascratch might delete later idk

SIDE_B_OCTV_MLD

Vinyl cried backwards up her cheeks, her tears sliding up to dry her coat and hide beneath her magenta lenses. She turned to face Pinkie Pie, who hopped back onto the bed. She’d just walked backwards across the room from the door to enter the scene.

“I don’t think you should come to any more of the parties,” she said to her in a voice unlike Vinyl had ever heard from her. The pep, the joviality, the pizzaz, the life—that was all gone.

Pinkie’s hoof hit Vinyl’s chest, and she felt herself dragged into her, her forelegs thrown around the other mare in a rough embrace. Vinyl’s hooves were dragging themselves across her body, pulling too tight. Pinkie thrust her closer, her legs pressing against Vinyl’s underside before curling back up against her body. Vinyl flew to Pinkie and landed atop her, Pinkie’s legs curling under her to take the brunt of the weight atop herself.

“Viny—ah! Vinyl! Stop, I don’t—”

Vinyl paused; she hadn’t even realized the amount of force she’d been using. Her hoof had gone numb.

“A-Ah! What—that hurts! Stop, that’s w-way too rough, Vi—”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“V-Vinyl? C’mon, Vinyl, get off—”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

She found herself atop Pinkie once more, her hoof sliding out from between her pink legs to feel up Pinkie's gorgeous, perfectly pudgy curves.

“Vinyl?”

Pinkie closed her eyes and Vinyl kissed her. For a long, long moment, in which Pinkie Pie fell asleep, they shared the best kiss Vinyl Scratch thought she ever had. In her inebriation, she was able to conjure no comparison to the taste of her lips, the feel of her tongue, and the warmth of her breath.

Her lips left Pinkie’s, and her hoof slid out from under her cheek

Vinyl left the room with Pinkie Pie sleeping in her bed, peaceful, undisturbed, whole.

She knocked on the door in reverse, and then the tape paused for just a brief moment before it resumed, its rewind complete.

Vinyl stood at the door to Pinkie Pie’s room. Her hoof was just about to grab the knob.

But she’d already done that, hadn’t she?

She had.

The tape could only repeat what she recorded.

Vinyl hovered her hoof above the knob a moment. Then she knocked on the door.