//------------------------------// // Firsts - Terrasora // Story: The Jazzy Fillyfooling Group Collab // by The Princess Rarity //------------------------------// “That movie was terrible!” Two mares, one grey and one white, walked through the lobby of the movie theater. “Vinyl, you have absolutely no taste. What could have possibly been wrong with it?” The white mare, Vinyl, tilted her head, looking at her partner over the top of her purple shades. “Really, Tavi? What was wrong with it? Everything! It wasn’t exciting! I mean, there were no explosions or giant robots! The only reason I could tolerate the lack of hot mares was because you were sitting next to me.” Octavia turned slightly pink; she still wasn’t used to Vinyl’s idea of compliments, nor did she know how to react when Vinyl said she had a “hot flank.” Which had happened quite a bit. So she chose to ignore the comment. “You just described a Marine Bay movie. This actually had a storyline.” “Yeah, a boring storyline. C’mon, they couldn’t fit a single explosion into it? I thought it was stupid.” But the grey mare knew better. “Liar. I saw you crying towards the end,” she said with a smirk. Vinyl sputtered. “N-No, I didn’t! You’re seeing things! The soda straw poked me in the eye, that was it.” “We didn’t buy a soda.” “Yeah, well that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” Tavi giggled slightly. “Admit it, you liked the movie.” The other mare hesitated for a moment. And then a slow smile spread across her face. “I’ll do it if you kiss me.” “… Pardon?” “I’ll say I liked the movie if you kiss me.” “But you did like the movie,” protested Tavi. Vinyl shook her head. “That’s not the point! I’ll say that I liked it if you kiss me.” She grinned widely. “You know you want to.” Tavi gave an exasperated sigh. “You’re insufferable.” “Does that mean sexy? I’ll assume that that means sexy.” The grey mare smiled but made no move to kiss Vinyl. Now it was Vinyl’s turn to sigh. “Well then Tavi, let’s get the rest of this date on its way!” She trotted towards the theater’s exit, closely followed by her fillyfriend. Right, thought Octavia, date. A date with Vinyl Scratch. My first date with Vinyl Scratch. Complete with a date movie that she cried over and now we’re off to dinner. Slightly cliché, but it’s a very nice kind of cliché. The pair walked outside. The Sun had just set; the Moon had yet to rise. All in all, it was a very romantic scene as the couple walked down the street. Vinyl was telling some kind of story, constantly moving her hooves and adding sound effects every once in a while. Octavia was hardly listening, focused too intently on the unicorn telling the story to actually hear the story itself. She’s so confident, never afraid to tell anypony how she feels. Except when she’s afraid or nervous. Then no one hears about it. Octavia smiled brightly. No one except me. “And then woosh, I swooped in with a can of corn, set off the bomb and married the princess.” Octavia had begun to nod, but realized just what Vinyl had said. The unicorn laughed at her fillyfriend’s expression. “You weren’t listening to me! I started making things up like five minutes. It was a real work of art.” Vinyl pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. “So, what were you thinking about that was more important than me?” Octavia could hear a slight tone of worry under Vinyl’s bravado. That’s just not playing fair. She leaned in and softly kissed the DJ. Vinyl was trying to form some kind of witty statement, but what came out was, “Wha-aa… uh.” Octavia giggled. “Vinyl, how long have we known each other?” The DJ put a hoof to her lips. She could still feel the kiss. “Uhhh… Years?” “Correct. How long did we keep our feelings hidden from each other?” “Years.” Vinyl was starting to regain some feeling in her mouth. “Also correct.” Octavia kissed her again. Any muscle coordination Vinyl had regained disappeared in a flash. “Last question,” continued Octavia. “What could I possibly be thinking about that’s more important than you?” Vinyl knew that she wouldn’t be able to speak, so she simply shook her head. “Exactly. Nothing could have been more important than you.” Another kiss. Octavia began to walk again, Vinyl had to trot to catch up. They were nearly at the restaurant. The DJ massaged her jaw with a hoof, trying to get some feeling back into it. “Hu—I mean, hey, Octy?” Octavia turned her head. Vinyl had a grin plastered across her face. “That was our first kiss. Well, first and second and third kisses.” The grey mare blushed, slightly surprised at her own daring. “Yes Vinyl. First kiss, first official date. Quite a productive day.” The unicorn wrapped a hoof around her fillyfriend. They were about to enter the restaurant. “Hey Octy?” “Yes, Vinyl.” “… I really did like the movie. And I cried. Which is weird, because I don’t cry for movies.” Octavia smiled, planting another peck on Vinyl’s cheek. “Well, dearest Vinyl, there’s a first time for everything.”