//------------------------------// // Closer // Story: Smells like Teen Angst // by The Mountaineer Brony //------------------------------// A young Vinyl Scratch sat in her dorm room at the University of Fillydelphia, jamming out to music pouring through her magically-powered headphones. Though her music career hadn't yet taken off, the unicorn held great dreams for it one day; now though, she was just a sophomore taking 15 credit hours. Barely 20 years old, she'd largely been kept sane by her best friend, an Earth pony named Octavia Melody, whom she'd been dating for about a year now. Speaking of which, if it hadn't been for a lull in her music, Vinyl wouldn't have heard a dainty knock coming from the door. Tossing her headphones aside as she slid off the bed, the snow white mare made her way over to the entrance of the narrow room. After glancing through the peephole, she swung the door open to greet the mare behind it; grey-furred, with a dark mane and pink bowtie, carrying a tiny lavender purse. "Hey Tavi!" Vinyl said with a smile. The two mares embraced and nuzzled each other. "Hello, Vinyl!" Octavia said, burying her snout in her girlfriend's cheek. "Mind if I come in, hang out for a bit?" "Be my guest!" Vinyl gestured towards her miniature domain and closed the door behind her. "How's your day?" "Well, better now that I'm here." Octavia sighed, setting her purse on the bed. "Professor Oratorio seems determined to give me a silver mane before I can legally drink." "Yeah, that's when they get ya, before you can do anything about it." Not that Vinyl hadn't illegally drank. "I see you still haven't tidied up." Octavia remarked playfully. "Do I have to do everything for you, Vinyl?" "Hey, it may be messy, but I know where everything is." Octavia opened up Vinyl's closet, curious if her wardrobe was still as sparse as it usually was. She wasn't expecting the veritable cascade of junk she was met with, quickly forcing her to the floor. "OCTY! Sweet Celestia, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Vinyl quickly rushed to her mare's side and began digging away at the debris. "Huh, so that's where my test went." "Heh, yes, I'm fine, Vinyl. I just proved my own point." As Octavia got to her hooves, something inside the closet caught Vinyl's eye. "Aw, no way! I forgot I packed this!" "What?" Vinyl rushed to the back of the closet, retrieving an old garment from a hanger. It appeared to be a lettermare's jacket, colored blue and a dingy eggshell white, with a "CG" on one pectoral, "VS" on the other, and "Canterlot Academy" scrawled across the back. Vinyl quickly slipped it on and admired herself in the mirror. "Vinyl, I didn't know you lettered!" Octavia said with a chuckle and a slight blush. Her girlfriend smiled broadly. "Yep! Vinyl here was quite the popular kid! Although this letter probably isn't for what you think it is." Octavia scratched her chin; she would've guessed soccer, or maybe band. "What is it in?" "Lunch!" "...What?" "Yeah!" Vinyl reached on top of the closet and brought down a hardcover yearbook, blowing the dust from the cover. She opened it to a page somewhere in the middle. "Bunch o' friends and I started a little group called the Cafeteria Games." She said, gesturing to the letters on her chest. "We hold all kinds of records... including yours truly." Octavia took the yearbook and looked over the photos of "the Cafeterians." Sure enough, there was her Vinyl, at a round table surrounded by other ponies in similar jackets as she attempted a... "school record." "...'Most Beans Held in Mouth?'" "482!" Vinyl added proudly. Octavia closed her eyes and the book with a happy sigh. Vinyl was random, yes, but that's why she loved her. She'd spent her whole life being organized; the spontaneity was much appreciated. "I almost edged out Chip for 'Most Plates of Hay Nuggets Eaten!'" Vinyl said, taking the book back with determination in her eyes. "I would've had it if it hadn't been for the fact that I need sauce to eat those things! They're just too plain otherwise!" Octavia bit her hoof, then playfully pawed at Scratch's collar. "You know, Vinyl... I think you look really cute in that jacket..." Vinyl glanced up and down at her before the gears turned over in her mind to tell her what Octavia was getting at. She smirked and looked down at her out of a half-lidded gaze. "Oh really?" she said, cocking an eyebrow. "Mmhmm." Octavia murmured in an almost-chuckle, letting her face flush bright red. "It brings out your eyes..." She paused for a moment to giggle like a filly "...and your flanks." Vinyl glanced back towards her Cutie Mark, trying to hide her embarrassment. She signaled with her eyes for Octavia to hop up on the bed, which she did, sitting upright like a biped would. Vinyl did the same, smoothly sliding up beside her. "You know, Tavi, you're exactly the type of girl I swooned over in high school." Vinyl said, putting a foreleg around the grey mare's shoulder. "Smart... cute... organized... and a hundred times more responsible than me. You're got a good head on your shoulders, Tavi." The cellist giggled. "Am I your... good girl?" Vinyl gave a rare giggle back. "You're my good girl." Octavia leaned in, running a hoof through the fluff between Vinyl's forelegs; closing her eyes, she locked her best friend in a kiss. The two mares slid from a vertical position into a horizontal one, and kept kissing for nearly five minutes. Vinyl loved the feeling of being beneath Octavia's body; she was always so warm and soft, she could fall asleep in her embrace. While Octavia also loved the softness of her mare, she got a special thrill from the kisses themselves; in addition to being her first romance, Vinyl had also introduced Octavia to the art of the tongue. Though it was unsanitary, it felt so personal, so invasive, so taboo that it got her blood running, so swapping spit was always something the otherwise prim and proper mare was eager to do. The dark-haired mare had always been one to let her hooves wander, and so they traced intricate patterns inside the jacket and up and down her lover's body, barely making contact. Vinyl would sometimes chuckle or even gasp a little bit as the hooves would brush her sides, her breast, or the small of her back. She broke out of her lip-lock in surprise, however, when one of Octavia's hooves firmly yet awkwardly gripped the upper curve of her thigh. "W-What?" asked Octavia nervously, looking into her partner's magenta eyes. Vinyl glanced down quickly and withheld a laugh. "Y-You grabbed my ass..." Baffled, Octavia slowly brought her attention down, and upon realizing where her hoof was touching, quickly drew it back and shrank within herself. Vinyl burst into mirthful laughter. "Tavi grabbed my ass!" She put her hooves to her belly as she sat up laughing. "Whoo! Geez, Tavi, I'm surprised you made that move before I did!" Vinyl, of course, had a great respect for Octavia, and knowing that she had helped the mare discover who she truly was made her not want to damage her self-confidence, nor her newly-awakened sexuality. Vinyl had never touched Octavia anywhere overtly intimate simply because she wanted to be a gentlecolt---er, mare. Octavia sitting on the foot of the bed, however, seemed absolutely mortified at having fondled Vinyl's rump. "Octavia..." Vinyl tended to use her full name when it was time to be serious. She pulled the mare close to her side. "You don't have to be worried. I liked it, really! That was instinctual. A 'heat of the moment' type-thing; it's nothing to be ashamed of." "Yes, I suppose you're right..." Octavia murmured. "I was just surprised that I did it is all." "Buddy, listen. You've been sexually repressed your whole life. Hell, you didn't even know you were gay until I came around. It's natural to want to try some things out; you've never been intimate with anypony before... heh, for that matter, neither have I. But don't worry; I promise that no matter where your hooves go on this sorry body of mine, they'll be welcomed warmly." "Hmm... thank you, Vinyl." She gave a small chuckle and kissed the mare's cheek, running a hoof playfully through her shaggy blue mane. "I've been thinking, though..." she added. Vinyl perked up, sitting more upright to show she was listening. "Our one-year anniversary is coming up in a week, Vinyl..." "And it's been an amazing year." "Oh, absolutely. It's been astounding! My life has gotten so much better just for having you in it!" She hugged and nuzzled her precious unicorn. "Which... got me thinking..." Octavia readjusted herself, daintily crossing her hooves in her lap, ever the lady. "...I know you said I never needed to do anything to please you, that just being your friend is enough... while I appreciate that Vinyl, I... after a year... I think I'm to the point where... where I want to do something for you." "Ooookay?" "Vinyl... how would you feel if... for our anniversary... we take things to the next level?" "Um..." Vinyl began to sweat nervously. "Like... going to the Gala?" She tried to play coy, though she knew what her best friend meant. Octavia gave a small laugh-cough hybrid from her throat, a friendly scoff of sorts. "Vinyl Scratch..." she began, equally nervous but determined to deliver this message. She looked her in the eyes. "...I believe... I'd like to have sex with you." "Oh." The blue-haired mare replied. "That." "I may not be as street-smart as you, but... well I... I'd like to give it my best try." Octavia said, a small smile of determination appearing. "Would, um... would that be okay?" "Uh, well... yeah." Vinyl said with an awkward chuckle. "I really love you, Octy, with all my heart and soul. Taking things under the covers can only strengthen that love... not to mention, you're super cute, and it'd be fun. So yeah! I'll lay you, Miss Melody!" Octavia laughed happily and leaned against her mare once more. "Oh, Vinyl Scratch, you little shyster!" She gave her a long peck on the lips. "I love you too." "Until then," Vinyl continued "I want you to hold onto this." Vinyl removed her lettermare's jacket and draped it over Octavia's shoulders, giving her a small pat on the back as she did so. Octavia blushed, wanting to say "thank you" but unable to; she knew from high school that this was (apparently) a sign of deep affection between a stallion and his girlfriend, and now, here was Vinyl giving her her jacket. "This way, folks'll know we's a courtin'." Vinyl said in a playfully country tone. Octavia chuckled. "Thank you, Vinyl. This... this means a lot." She gave the unicorn another kiss on the cheek, then hopped down from the bed with her purse. "I guess I'll see you around campus?" "You know it." Vinyl said with a wink. "Very well." Octavia replied, playfully strutting towards the door and giving Vinyl a good look at her rear end, which, as she'd pointed out, was lovingly framed by the jacket. "See you next week, Miss Scratch." She said in her best sultry voice. Vinyl waved goodbye as the door closed, then slipped her headphones back on, laying back with her head at the foot of the bed, soaking in the warmth and lingering scent from where her girlfriend had sat. She stared up at the ceiling in silent thought: how would she teach Octavia the ropes when she only had a tentative grasp of them herself? Octavia breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the jacket close around her as she began the long walk to the other side of the dormitories. It still smelled like Vinyl Scratch, and that comforted her greatly. She smiled as the unicorn's scent tickled her nose; even though being flirtatious made her extremely awkward and self-conscious, it always made her feel better knowing that Vinyl enjoyed playfulness reciprocated. As she walked back to her own room, however, she walked in silent thought: how exactly would she and Vinyl, two mares, go about having sex?