>Walking into the front room you see your marefriend sprawled on the carpet, a slight smile on her face.
"What're you doin Vy?"
>"Chillin."
"On the floor?"
>"Ye."
"...Do you need anything?"
>"Jalapeno chips and Rockstar from the fridge."
"Anything else?"
>"Pillow, my boobies are starting to hurt."
"Alrighty, I'll get right on that."
>"And my headphones."
"Gotcha."
>"Love you Nonny."
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>You haven't heard anything from the front room in a while, you should go check on Vinyl.
>Poking your head into the room, Vinyl was in the same spot as before, except laying on her back now.
>It had been hours since you left her there, even for her this was pretty lethargic.
"You alright Vinyl?"
>A nod is all you get in return.
"Are you sad?"
>A shake of the head this time.
"Do you need something?"
>Another nod, accompanied by her stretching out her forehooves to the ceiling.
>Taking her familiar cue, you walk over to the quiet DJ and pick her up out from the detritus she has a habit of leaving in her wake.
>Pulling her into a warm hug, Vinyl wraps her front and rear hooves around you as best she can and nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.
>Bringing the cuddly mare to the couch, you take a seat, pulling Vinyl more into your lap.
>Vinyl adjusts her self, getting comfortable while you grab a blanket and drape it over you two.
>As you tuck the blanket in around both of you, your marefriend takes her head out from your neck and gives you a kiss on the cheek before laying her head back down on your chest, closing her RED eyes.
>You follow suit as well, the last thing you feel is Vinyl's body breathing in time with yours.
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>It's been a few minutes since you've woken up from your nap, and the shadows in the room had become long and dim.
>It was nearing dusk and way past time for dinner.
>Your stomach growls at the thought of food, followed shortly by another tummy rumble from your cuddlemate.
>Vinyl was still embracing you, not exactly asleep anymore, but still with her eyes closed.
"You're hungry too huh?"
>A slight nod into your chest confirms your question.
"I'll make us some nice dinner then, come on, get up and I'll start cooking."
>This idea is met with a silent negative headshake.
"Vy, you gotta get up so I can cook for us."
>Again a no.
>Reaching up to her face, you tap her muzzle a few times with an index finger, causing her to scrunch adorably.
"Well if you're not getting off then I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." You say, lifting yourself off the couch.
>You purposefully leave Vinyl without any support so she'd fall onto her butt, but surprisingly she stayed attached to you even as you stood straight up.
>Vinyl's hooves gripped around you, loath to release their warm prize.
"This is ridiculous Vinyl, do you want food or not?"
>Yes.
"Then you need to let go."
>No.
"I can't cook with you clinging to me Vinyl."
>No response.
>Sighing, you walk yourself and your stubbornly lazy mare into the kitchen.
>Opening the fridge for ideas, you find something that might work.
>The cold air runs over Vinyl's fur, making her shiver and hug tighter to you.
>A brief thought of using an ice cube on Vinyl's butt comes to mind, but you think better of it as that'd earn you a retaliatory attack and an equally cold attitude for awhile.
"Well Vinyl, since I cant cook I guess we're having leftovers, you okay with that?"
>A shrug is all you get.
"Okay, but I better not hear any complaining about old chow mein."
>Reaching into the fridge, you fish out some leftover neighponese takeout and take it to the microwave, barnacle still firmly attached.
>Throwing the oriental pony food in, you set it for a minute or so and wait for it to finish heating.
>Admitting defeat, you help support your growth by putting a hand under her bum and lifting.
>Her grip loosens a bit, needing less work to stay attached.
>You use your other hand to comb through her spiky, somewhat unruly mane, scratching behind her ears periodically, much to her pleasure.
>Unfortunately for her, the microwave beeps all too soon and you retrieve the hot food with your free hand.
>Instead of making plates, you decide to be a little lazy yourself and just eat from the boxes themselves.
>Sitting down at the kitchen table, Vinyl relaxes again as you take a bite of Ponegolian chicken.
>Thank god griffons ate meat.
>A few more bites in and you could tell your Siamese twin was getting impatient.
"Your food's right there Vy." You say around a mouthful of spicy chicken.
>Finally opening her eyes, Vinyl looks up at you with her striking ruby orbs and opens her mouth expectantly.
"I'm not feeding you."
>Tilting her head, Vinyl presses the tip of her horn against your throat in an idle threat.
"What, you're gonna kill me?" You chuckle between bites.
>Her horn is pressed firmer into you, but still not enough to be considered seriously.
"Alright, alright, jeez. You can be a real pain sometimes, you know that?"
>A slight smile graces her lips as you take a forkful of szechuan eggplant and stick it into her greedy mouth.
>She looks up at you again expectantly, requiring yet another service.
"I am /not/ chewing for you too Vinyl."
>Seeing how she wouldn't get away with that one, Vinyl shuts her eyes again and chews slowly, opening her mouth for more after swallowing.
>Outside gets darker as you two eat quietly, alternating bites between you and her.
>You ended up feeding her water too, apparently her magic was too broken to be used for any of this.
>Finishing up dinner, you leave the empty cartons on the table and rise from your chair, keeping a hold on your little parasite.
>Going into the bathroom, you already know how this is going to shake down and prep two toothbrushes with toothpaste.
>Setting Vinyl's rear onto the counter, you make sure the bottom of your shirt is underneath her so it isn't as cold.
>Already anticipating, Vinyl has her mouth open again, waiting.
>Taking a toothbrush in each hand, you pop one in your mouth, and the other in hers.
>Giving both of you a good brushing, you're surprised that Vinyl is able to spit by herself.
>What a big girl.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
>No.
"Good, cause I'm not gonna squeeze it out of you."
>That earned you a smile and a little shaking in what could be a very lazy laugh.
>Picking up your baggage, you take her to the last stop, the bedroom.
"Okay Vinyl, I really do need you to let go now, I have to change."
>The no this time was accompanied by her grip stiffening.
"I'll just be a second, then you can hug me to your heart's content."
>Her grip loosens reluctantly, and you set her down on the bed under the covers.
>As soon as you free yourself, her eyes open again, watching you as if you'd disappear if she looked away even for a second.
>Changing quickly to keep your promise, you join her under the covers and are immediately ensnared by four desperate limbs pulling you securely against their owner.
>Fur brushes against your chest as you're brought as close as possible to your marefriend, her eyes never leaving yours even as her muzzle meets your lips.
>No kissing happens, just mouth against mouth with a slight minty fragrance.
>Then you realize what she was doing, her warm breath comes out slow and steady, attempting to match yours.
>Joining her, you reciprocate and take in her air and return it to her in kind.
>Nothing needs to be said, the hearts bubbling up in her eyes saying more than words ever could.