A technicolor confession.

As he trotted down the dark stairwell, the music gradually began to assault his ears. Once he was at the bottom of the step, face to face with the door, it was almost unbearable. He may have muttered something along the lines of "Well, at least it's good...", but it was lost to anyone who may have heard him. He opened the door, physically being assaulted by the heavy waves of crushing bass. The treble cut through him like a pissed off hitmare with a scimitar, making this experience all the more unpleasant.

He stepped inside, flattening his ears as he closed the door. Vinyl's expanse was as it always was; Trashed, wreaking of smoke, and lit by intense neon lights. A small circle of couches sat in the middle of the room, sitting atop a massive speaker setup. It was easily two feet from the floor, and clearly vibrating to the brutal speakers. A Choppy mane could be seen from behind, in colors that could only mean that he had found who he was looking for.

Maneuvering through the horrid expanse, He eventually made his way to the center platform. He could feel his bones ache, and his organs felt ready to burst from the sheer pressure that was being expelled from the giant speakers. He placed his hoof upon one of the stacks, pulling himself up onto the platform. He flipped over the back of the couch, sliding (somewhat uncomfortably) close to the Mare that he was looking for. She glanced over with a blush, her muzzle a literal inch from his own. It didn't take her long to look away, her blush growing heavier.

She elbowed him in the ribs, nodding his attention toward the word document that had been pulled up. "What the hay are you doing down here? You tend to avoid me!", the screen displayed in a swirly green font. He shrugged, hoping that the gesture would be enough to sate her curiosity. She shook her head, her bluish still visible under the heavy neon lights. The typed for a bit, turning him back to the screen once more.

"The mare across from us is my friend Vet. She's a Dj, like me." was displayed promptly on the screen. He glanced over, meeting the young mare's stare. She was a pale orange (or at least, the lights made it look like she was), with a long mane that framed her face. Her eyes were thickly rimmed with eyeliner, giving more definition to the dark pools that dwelled within. Ink nodded at her, eliciting a blush from this mare as well. He sighed slightly, turning back to Vinyl. He practically screamed in her ear, his voice coming across as hardly a whisper.

"How long's she staying for?", he screamed over the keyboard that was dominating frequencies. Vinyl just shrugged, a small grin on her face. She typed for a few moments, pausing once in what looked like indecision. Ink returned the message on the screen with a blank stare, unsure of how to answer it. "Why? Inky interested?

Ink's head was filled with all forms of emotion. Annoyance, indecision, sadness, and fear all walked unchecked in his head. He looked over at the mare, who was now sipping from a small glass that had been sitting on the table in front of them. He watched as the neon green liquid slowly spilled into her open mouth, fascinated by the hue of the drink. She smiled at him, the glow still somewhat evident on her teeth. A wave and a wink soon followed, causing Ink to blush slightly.

After a while, he eventually deduced that the drinks were some form of liquor. This was figured out after Vet and Vinyl had spent an hour or two tossing back, both of whom became very.... touchy. Before he knew it, he found himself under a piss drunk pair of mares, who seemed to be making out on top of him. Literally on top of him, mind you.

It didn't take the pair long to turn their attention elsewhere. They eyed Ink hungrily, who returned the gaze with one full of fear. The last time he'd been around a drunk Vinyl, Ink had literally been forced to push the drunk Dj off of him, much to the young mare's displeasure. Vinyl bit her lip, moving ever so slowly towards the socially awkward painter. He watched as She took a drink of the neon liquid, holding it in her mouth for some unknown reason.

The reason was soon known, as Vinyl forced her lips onto his. She wrenched his mouth open, spilling the drink into his mouth. He swallowed the liquid, his throat burning as it slowly slid down. Ever the lightweight, Ink found himself slightly buzzed from this single shot. He sighed unhappily as Vinyl pulled away, only to sigh happily as she returned her lips. This was repeated over and over, eventually shredding Ink of any for of self control that he may have had.

"Fuck it", he thought. "I can make a few bad decisions every now and again."

The short statement was heavily regretted the second Ink woke up. He disposed of his stomach contents (into the conveniently placed trashcan!) next to him, wiping the highly alcoholic stomach acid from his lips. The room was quiet now, the playlist evidently reaching it's end. He tried to get up from his spot, surprised when he met resistance

His eyes stretched in shock when he realized the source. A certain white unicorn was laying on top of him, perched in a way that sent a slight shiver down his spine. Vinyl's area was directly over his; a sticky feeling seemingly gluing the two together. As if on cue, he felt her stir, wincing as she yawned loudly. Apparently sound was uncomfortable to a hungover Ink. Who'd have guessed?

She placed her hooves on either side of him, removing herself from atop him. She grinned widely, looking down at Ink with her crimson eyes. "Damn Ink, that was fantastic!", the young Dj cooed; a statement that sent yet another shock down his spine. He tried to manage a reply, but found himself unable to; the words catching painfully in his desert-dry throat.

Vinyl trotted softly to the other couch, nuzzling into the other mare. Ink tried not to notice where the mare's right hoof was; his failure apparent as his face heated up. The tangerine mare groaned softly, opening her dark eyes to star into Vinyl's blood red ones. She yawned softly, pulling her hoof off of herself with a sticky sound. She stretched out, shaking her mane as she relaxed her muscles. She looked over at Ink, grinning Slyly as her eyes met his. Her quiet demeanor was shattered when she spoke; her voice completely unfitting.

"Vinyl! You have to let me have a round with your coltfriend here!" she practically shouted, causing Ink to wince once again. He practically felt his face heat up at her words, a fact that seemed true for Vinyl as well. "H-h-he's... Not my coltfriend, Vet!", she stuttered out, turning away from her friend to stare sadly at Ink. The stare made Ink slightly uncomfortable; something he voiced very quickly.

"I'm... uh.... I'mna go...", he said quietly. He stood up, stumbling before he gained balance. He jumped from the couch, landing awkwardly in a pile of Vinyl's... "Stage wear". He shook a thin red thong off of his hoof, beginning his trek upstairs. He dodged over empty bottles and food wrappers, before eventually coming to the door. He gave the room a look back, catching Vinyl's sad stare once again. She mouthed three words that he couldn't quite make out, before blushing heavily and turning back to her friend. He stepped from Vinyl's room, happy to be back in his tamer part of the house.

Ink stepped from the bathtub, expensive textile at the ready to dry the artist off. He ran through his usual steps, the repetition in routine bringing a sense of comfort to his disheveled and troubled mind. Waves of turmoil rocked through the ocean of thoughts that inhabited his skull, threatening to drown the small crew aboard the E.S.S Sanity.

His hooves clicked on the marble below as he made his way to the counter; each small sound sending volts of pain through his head. The silence of the room had made him temporarily forget his raging hangover; a fact that only made re-discovering it all the worse. He braced himself against the lavish counter top, quickly pressing a hoof to his temple. He ran it in circular motions; a vain attempt at quelling the cannon fire that was taking place on the stormy seas in his head.

Placing his hooves on the marble counter top, he waited until he had regained his composure. He opened his eyes slowly; the dull lights bordering comfortable. The mirror told Ink the same tale that it did ever morning, answering his blank stare with it's own. He frowned, just like he did every morning. Again, he ran his eyes over the dead looking stallion that stared back at him. And, again, nothing had changed. He still hated the face that stared back at him, the dead eyes staring blankly into his. He ran a hoof through his hair, another attempt to tame the lion's mane that framed his face.

He pulled away from the mirror, taking a moment to gain his hoofing on the marble underneath. When at last he was satisfied that he was "okay", he slowly made his way to the bedroom that sat across the hall. The door opened quietly on well-oiled hinges, letting him into the space that was his own. He took a moment to drink the room in, finding peace in it's ability to remain the same. "Nothing else does...", he muttered to himself.

Trotting to the half-moon chair that sat so ill-fittingly in the corner of the room, he found a comfortable position. The fuzzy black fabric parting around him, allowing him to sink deeper and deeper into the seat. This was his thinking chair; an unreachable place that connected for only him. This chair was his haven, a venerable heaven in his lavish hell. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to reach Zen. That was, zen until his mind caught up with him.

What had that look meant? What had Vinyl tried to say? The sad look that swam through her crimson eyes still burned in the back of his head. He thought about it for a moment, finally coming to the conclusion that he'd have to go and talk to her about it. "But what if she's mad...? What if she doesn't want to talk to me..?", he muttered to the empty room. He shook his head; wild mane settling long after he stopped.

He rose from his lime throne, sighing slightly as his muscles protested. He had actually been in the chair much longer than he'd have suspected, quickly putting strain on his under-used muscles. He chuckled, taking a moment to stretch before trotting in a small circle. His hoof-steps echoed quietly along the walls of the room, slightly bothering the hungover Ink. He gathered himself, stepping from his room.

He felt the air grow heavier as he approached the art space; The thin, wispy smoke that hung slightly in the air doing nothing to help the fact. With caution, the artist made his way into his circular expanse, highly surprised at who stood within. A shade-less Vinyl stood silently, the slight smoke rising from her obviously forgotten cigarette as she gazed upon Ink's most recent work. She stood unblinking; Crimson eyes fixed upon the massive canvas in front of her. "I can see why you're as successful as you are..." She started; The noise catching Ink completely off guard. The pair sat in silence again, each content to leave the heavy air unbroken.

A small noise came from Vinyl; completely shattering the air. Another choked sob rang out before Ink picked up on what was actually going on. Without thinking, he shot towards her, engulfing her in his embrace. She was quick to return the gesture; Her fore-hooves tightly wrapping around him. She pressed into him, crying quietly into his hair. Each sob shot through him; Vinyl's sudden lurches unnerving him even further.

An hour passed before Dj finally closed the floodgates, effectively stopping her crying. She retained her hold on him, tightening ever-so-slightly as the time passed. The stood in silence; neither wanting to be the one to break the hug. Ink didn't know why hugging Vinyl made him felt so.... happy... But it did.

Wait... Happy?

HAPPY?

Ink shot away from Vinyl with a look of terror, completely unaware how to deal with this situation. Vinyl sighed, landing swiftly on her fore-hooves as gravity finally took her down. Her eyes were edged with tears; a sight that stung Ink down to his very core.

"I guess you're probably wondering what the deal is..." Vinyl muttered, avoiding the Artist's still mortified gaze. He tried to respond, only to find the words catch glass in his bone-dry throat. She slowly inched forward, maintaining her staring contest with the hardwood floor. When at last she stopped to look up, The two were inches apart.

Muzzles sat mere inches apart; a fact that Ink was scared to think about. Her technicolor mane mixed with his own to create a high contrast, easily worthy of a spot in galleries across Equestria. He stared wordlessly into her eyes; The bloody sea threatening to crush whatever willpower he had. He loved those eyes...

A slight blink from the mare brought him crashing back to reality; A metaphorical anchor to bring him from the depths of the endlessly red sea. It didn't take long for Vinyl to continue, letting Ink hear what he had wanted to hear for so long. "

"Hey Ink? You know... That I...", she clammed up, a single tear falling down her face. She quickly stopped him when he shifted to try and quell her; catching Ink off guard. "...I...I...I love you, Ink blotter. I love you.... I love you so damn much!" She was practically screaming by the time she finished. Tears streamed down her face as she moved forward, quickly beginning to drip onto Ink as she tackled him to the ground.

She loomed over him, sobbing quietly as she stood. He felt her tail slowly snake around his, sending slight shivers down his back. He was powerless to stop her as she slowly lowered herself. She nuzzled into him, gently finding her place among the mess of black hair that had spilled onto the floor. He felt her breathe along his neck; the slight sensation quite akin to a high-powered wire.

When at last she was content in her positioning, she began to trace circles along Ink's chest. He felt her soft hooves on his skin as he slowly recovered from the shock of the initial impact. "Vinyl, What the F-". He started; quickly finding himself silenced by Vinyl's soft lips.

The kiss was desperate and sloppy; a fact resulting from a hormone high mare, and a horribly unskilled stallion. Eventually, Ink just retreated to "letting it happen" status, content to let Vinyl take the lead in the rough piece of heaven that the two current sat in. He felt her tongue side into his mouth, quickly rushing to meet it with his own.

The taste was certainly unlike anything Ink had ever experienced before. Halitosis, strong liquor, cigarettes, and various other (usually unpleasing) substances sat dominant on her pallet, miserably failing to hide the sweeter undertones that were evident. Eventually, the less-than-ideal taste was honey to him. He craved more, quickly taking the lead from Vinyl. He twirled his tongue around her own, savoring each motion. He opened his eyes, surprised to see Vinyl's open as well. Her eyes were heavily glazed over, a fact that he had somehow overlooked. Her kisses began to include light moans, a fact that was enjoyed.... Until she started running her hooves along his back.

Quickly realizing where the situation was headed, Ink broke the kiss. "Vinyl, wai-". Again, she cut him off with the desperate kiss. Many more times, he tried in vain; eventually growing annoyed. He pulled back, putting his hoof up to stop Vinyl from falling back onto him. "Vinyl. Seriously. We need to stop this.", he growled out; a motion that was met with little response. He began to slide out from under her when he lost his pressure on Vinyl, letting her fall on to him. Instead of aiming for his lips, she was content to fall to his side.

"Just... please... Don't leave me be tonight... I can't handle it, Ink! I can't fucking handle it anymore! Every time I see you, I just lose it. Do you have any idea how hard it was to see my friend with the Stallion I've had my eyes on since we were fillies?". She choked out a sob, pausing to catch her breath before continuing again.

“And... And... She knew! She knew exactly what she was doing...”. Ink felt Vinyl choke down another sob, obviously desperate to contain herself. “I hated myself, Ink... I hated myself for being so happy... You came home crying... And I just... I was so happy... I held you... And it... It just... felt... Right...”. With that, Ink felt the floodgates open, wrapping his hooves around Vinyl in a desperate attempt to comfort her.

Ink felt his mane and neck grow wet, an obvious side effect to having a sobbing mare atop you. He stayed quiet, letting Vinyl “get it all out”. He ran his hoof through her mane, attempting in vain to calm her down. He felt her sob and shudder against him; her body writhing against his.

Ink did what he had deemed appropriate for the situation: Nothing. Keeping the hoof in her mane at a constant pace, Ink slowly started to drift to sleep. He managed to keep himself awake; hard floors below making the task a simple one. When at last Vinyl had stopped crying, he was on the edge again, teetering between the lands of sleep and waking. He barely managed to catch the last words that Vinyl spoke as she fell into her own state of sleep; a smile growing on his face as he slowly slipped under.

“Hey Ink..? I love you.”

Author's Note

Alrighty there!

So, before I get any comments about the rushed romance, and lack of a back story,
I'm going to tell you that it'll all be explained in chapter 3.
"It'll all be explained in chapter 3"

Feedback on the story is greatly desired!

-Vetter Sonata