Vinyl, Lyra and Afternoon Delight [Full]

>be anon
>walking through ponyville
>It's not as big as you thought it would be.
>and some of the ponies seem a little younger than they should be.
>and wasn't that library destroyed?
>at least the ponies are as nice as you assumed they would be.
>decide to take a walk through the park to clear your head.
>see a while unicorn pony with blue hair. Head hung low, mane all a mess, on the verge of tears.
>no cutie mark?
"Vynal Scratch is it?"
>she looks over at you. "How do you know my name?"
"It's not important, hey listen is everything alright?"
>"no. I just got fired from the coffee hut. That was the last place willing to hire me and..."
"And what? What happened to your mane?"
>"I don't want to talk about it."
>you see her back hoof move to hide something.
>looked like 10 bits?
>no it couldn't be, just couldn't be.
>thought clicks in your head.
"This might be a weird question but have you ever thought about being a DJ? I have a party coming up and I could sure use one."
>she looks up at you a bit puzzled. "I do like music."
"Great! It's tomorrow, I'll pay you after alright?"
>she smiles.
>now you just need to get pinkie pie to throw you a party tomorrow. Shouldn't be hard right?
>a few months later
>DJ-P0N3 Is doing great, gets more gigs than she can take.
>although she still hasn't warmed up to the DJ name you said she should use.
>It's suppose to be a pretty bright day today.
>decide to take a walk through town to enjoy it.
>some colt in a cloak briskly walks past you, keeping his head down so you don't see it.
>come across a mint unicorn you're sure you recognize
>she's sitting on a bench, sobbing silently.
>she doesn't have her cutie mark either...
>you look around and sure enough there's someone selling musical instruments.
>buy a lyre.
>sit down next to her and start playing it as best as you can.
>which is to say extremely poorly and honestly just running your hands across the strings.
>you look over at her
>she stopped sobbing and is enthralled by you running your hands across the lyre.
"You know my chubby fingers aren't very good at this. Think you could do better with your magic?"
>she looks at you not sure what to do.
"Tell you what. If you can play this better than me, you can keep it."
>she smiles and takes the lyre from you with her magic
>she repositions to sit the way you're sitting and starts playing with the lyre.
>most beautiful sound you've heard in years.
>you scratch her behind the ears and get up.
"Well that's way better than my try. Keep it Lyra."
>"how did you know my-"
"Gotta run sorry! But keep practicing!"
>It's been a year or so
>Lyra has been doing great. You even got some pony to make you a foam finger and gave it to her for her birthday.
>she loved it.
>according to the weather report it was gonna rain later this week.
>better enjoy the sunshine while it lasts
>start walking through town, suddenly hear what sounds like thunder overhead.
>just your luck.
>start picking up your pace. Maybe you can outrun the storm.
>a few moments later your completely drenched body lets you know you can't
>duck into the park to try and find a tree to wait out the storm.
>see something out of the corner of your eye.
>looks like a cardboard bo-
>no.
>no please it can't be.
>start walking towards it, heart pounding faster with every step.
>it can't be. It shouldn't be.
>your seeing things.
>it's just a coincidence.
>it couldn't happen.
>it couldn't be, it just couldn't be.
>get close enough to read the sign
>5 bits hoofjob, 10 bits....
>no. No no no no no NO!
>walk a little closer so you can see inside the box.
>you don't want to look but you have to.
>heart racing.
>fear building
>you look inside.
>it's
>it's empty.

>you fall over on the grass
>lay down and let the rain splash all over your face.
>smile plastered on your face your heartbeat slows back down to normal.
>you almost want to laugh your so relie-
>"is there anything I can do for you sir?"
>"I said is there anything I can do for you sir."
>you don't want to look at her.
>your heart will break if you look at her and she's really...
>wait maybe she's not! Maybe this is a huge cartoon level misunderstanding.
"Are you the mare who owns this box?"
>please say no.
>"y-yes."
>fuck.
>"if you don't want anything then please go sir."
>I want you to come home with me
>I want you to stop whoring
>I want you to not exist
>to not be standing there in the rain getting colder with each passing moment
>you stand up and look at her
>her hair is still stained with...
>you reach into your pocket and pull out 20 bits
>you give them to her and she sighs.
>before she can say anything else you hug her.
>you put your arms around her and hold her tight
"I want you to know you're beautiful."
>after awhile you let go.
"I'll give you another 20 for your name, and twenty more if I can see you smile."
>she smiles
>"It's Afternoon Delight."
>you cough up the 40 bits and get up to go.
>tomorrow you'll bring more bits
>and a crossword puzzle
>she wouldn't come with you right now, you know. No point in asking now.
>but you'll get to her.
>no matter how many crossword puzzles, dinners, or bad jokes it took.

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