A Lonely Vinyl [NOPESACK] ~feels trip~

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>You are Anon.
>And you are experiencing yet another sleepless night.
>A lumpy mattress, a sour mood, and a horrible level of humidity have left you unable to drift off.
>Currently you're lying on your left side, just trying to will your body into unconsciousness.
>It's not working.
>Well, if you're going to just lie here, you might as well begin fantasizing.
>Maybe that will help you get to sleep.
>...
>You know what would be a nice thing to be doing right now?
>Cuddling up to someone.
>Just feeling their body pressed against yours...
>The slow rise and fall of their chest...
>Their heartbeat falling into sync with yours...
>You wouldn't even mind the extra heat, if you were to be honest.
>Covers were pointless in this weather, anyway.
>Christ, that would be perfect.
>Too bad it isn't going to happen.
>Ugh.
>With that thought, you know that sleep isn't going to come to you in this bed.
>Maybe a little stargazing would do the trick?
>It always did help you relax.
>There's a nice spot out on the porch where you could see a good part of the sky.
>You could sit there for hours, watching the galaxy fly by.
>Just the thought of it makes you feel at peace.
>You open your eyes in preparation for leaving the bed, only to find a matching pair of piercing red irises staring back at you.
>The shock of finding a stranger in your bed leaves you in panicked silence for a few moments.
>Who was this person?
>How did they get in here?
>Wait... is that a snout?
>It takes you a moment, but you finally notice that something is terribly wrong here.
>Aside from the fact that a stranger is in your bed, of course.
>Initially you had thought this was a person, but upon closer inspection, you know that can't possibly be true.
>Not only are their eyes red, but their ears and nose are vaguely horse-like, something resembling a hoof is laying on top of the duvet, and they have a horn coming out of their forehead.
>Their hair is coloured in lines of neon blue and cyan, and their body is covered in a gleaming white coat of fur.
>This thing is most definitely not human.
>And it also just spontaneously appeared in your bed without you noticing.
>Is it dangerous, you wonder?
>It hasn't attacked yet.
>And those eyes... those are not the eyes of a dangerous creature.
>Those are the eyes of someone who cares about you deeply.
>Those are the eyes of a lover.
>That's... odd.
>You just found this horse-thing staring at you in your bed, and now it's making goo-goo eyes at you?
>It makes you feel...
>You want to say unsettled, but you know that's not right.
>It makes you feel warm.
>Nobody has looked at you like that in a long time.
>As much as you might want to question this moment, you can't bring yourself to do so.
>You just spend the next minute or so staring into this foreign creature's eyes, your smile slowly curving into the same shape as hers.
>This is the best you've felt in forever.
>But moments like this can't last that long.
>Despite your protests, a small-but-persistent voice in the back of your mind can't help but question this beings' existence.
>Who was it?
>What was it?
>How did it get here?
>What did it want with you?
>Other than to make bedroom eyes at you, of course.
>It would be nice to hear that all it wants is that, though.
>Someone you've never met, breaking reality just to make you happy...
>How sweet a gesture would that be?
>Well, time for introductions.
>You summon up all of your courage, all of your intelligence, and all of your charisma, to introduce yourself in the grandest manner imaginable.
"Um... hi?"
>Perfect.
>"Hey there."
>To be honest, you're not sure if you expected a response.
>At least, not in english.
>You thought there might be whinnying involved, or something.
>Instead, the peppy tones of a twenty-something raver girl came out at you.
>You are pleasantly suprised.
>"I bet you're wondering why I'm here, right?"
>Wait, weren't you supposed to asking the questions?
>You have to say, though - she has you pegged.
"Uh... yeah. I was, actually."
>You're a smooth motherfucker, you know that Anon?
>/narrator sarcasm
>"Well, it's a bit of a long story... but the gist of it is, I kind of wanted somepony to... well..."
>Her voice gradually becomes quieter as she goes, until it trails off altogether.
>You couldn't actually hear those last words at all.
>Her eyes follow much the same pattern as her voice, slowly losing contact with yours, until they're just staring down at her hooves.
>While this is adorable and all, you'd very much like to hear the end of her sentence.
"You wanted somebody to what?"
>Your question prompts her to squeak out a barely audible sentence.
>"I wanted somepony to hold me..."
>Wow.
>That is one hell of a coincidence.
>You think of holding someone, and then this girl-horse-thing just shows up, out of the blue?
>There has to be more to it than she's letting on.
>Do you want to press the issue, though?
>She looks so soft, and so cute...
>But, then again, so does a bear cub.
>And you know that hugging something like that would never end well.
>This is a situation that requires careful thought, and a great amount of tact.
"Why did you come here, then?"
>A glint of panic enters both her eyes and her voice as she answers.
>"B-because I saw you, and you were sad, and you wanted somepony to hold as well, and I... I thought I could be that pony..."
>Wait, she was spying on you?
>Judging by the fact that she could tell you wanted someone to hold, she was reading your mind as well.
>What the fuck is going on here?
>It's time for tact to sit this conversation out.
"How did you know that? Have you been spying on me?!"
>Shame and panic mix together in the white-coated creature, creating a maelstrom of fear-driven desperation behind her eyes.
>"I- not on purpose! I just... look, I'll tell you the whole story, right from the top. Is that okay?"
>As angry as you are, you elect to hear her out.
>The look of desperation in her features, and the feeling of faint desperation in your heart, are more than enough to override any logical arguments your brain decides to put forth.
>You nod, signalling her to begin telling her story.
>She takes a moment to breathe, in an effort to calm her nerves.
>After about ten seconds of this, she finally begins.
>"Look, I... I'm Vinyl Scratch. I'm a DJ from Canterlot, in Equestria."
>She pauses here, staring off into nothing.
>You assume she's still piecing her speech together.
>It must be a long one.
>"Equestria is a kingdom of ponies, like me. There's actually three kinds of ponies - unicorn, pegasus, earth (I'm a unicorn, by the way) - but that's not really important."
>Oh, so she's a... unicorn pony, apparently?
>You had though unicorns were fictional.
>So much for that.
>"Anyway, as I was saying. I'm a DJ. Now, you might think DJ's get a lot of ass."
>You hadn't actually thought about that before, to be honest.
>"And you'd be right. We do."
>That is a smug-ass smile she's wearing.
>"But there's one thing we don't get. Or at least, I don't."
>Oh boy, here come the feels.
>"I've... I've never had anyone who really cares about me before. I've had plenty of stallions over the years, but never one that really cared about me."
>Well, that's mildly heartbreaking.
>"I haven't had any relationships before. Just a lot of dicks. A lot of sex, too."
>Nice to know this girl has a sense of humour.
>That, and a cute smirk.
>"There was just... there was no love there. No tender moments. No holding each other, no spending time together, no staying up all night talking about dumb bullshit... it made me feel empty. Like nopony cared."
>Okay, that hit close to home.
>You had felt much of the same emptiness this unicorn seemed to be feeling.
>Much of your anger is forgotten, now.
>Now you just feel bad for the girl.
>"I was lonely. So... I decided to get a spell to help me find someone to be close to."
>Spell?
>What, is she using magic now?
>Well, she is a unicorn...
>Whatever. Logic time comes later.
>"It wasn't even that hard. I just walked into the Canterlot library, went into the section for relationship spells, and picked out a book on finding your special somepony. No sweat."
>Special somepony must be their way of saying girlfriend or boyfriend, you guess.
>"I looked through the book for a bit, and found a spell that might work. It was meant to find a stallion that would work in a relationship with me. And, hopefully, somepony who felt the same way I did."
>That explains why she came to you... sort of.
>But how did she get here?
>"The spell didn't quite work as advertised. Yes, it found me somepony who felt the same way I did, but... it didn't work how I expected it to."
>You're on the edge of your seat at this point.
>Even if you are still lying sideways.
>"It... it didn't just let me know about them. It made me feel what they were thinking. What they were feeling. It was... it hurt."
>This poor girl.
>Being forced to experience someone else's emotions without any warning, or protection.
>That wouldn't be fun.
>"But it also helped me find somepony who felt the same way I did. Somepony who felt empty. Who felt unloved. Who couldn't sleep, because they just felt so damn alone."
>Is she talking about you?
>"It helped me find you."
>Yes.
>Yes she is.
>"I just felt this... emptiness inside you. I knew I had to come here. I had to see you. I had to be with you."
>You can't tell if this is incredibly sweet, or impossibly creepy.
>On the one hand, she just wants to comfort you, and in turn, be comforted.
>On the other hand, she read your mind without your permission, and then immediately decided you'd be her boyfriend.
>This is not a healthy thing to be doing.
>But desperation doesn't make for a healthy mind.
>As you glance at her face, you notice tears brimming in her eyes.
>She's in a bad way.
>"Please. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just... I need somepony to hold me. Please."
>Vinyl's voice trembles as she speaks, straining under the weight of her tears.
>She looks so forlorn, so broken.
>Nobody deserves to feel like this.
>You should know.
>You've spent more than one night like this yourself.
>With a light rustle of the bedsheets, you roll onto your back, wrap your arms around the back of the white-and-neon pony, and pull her onto your chest.
"It's alright, Vinyl. I'll hold you."
>She tenses for a moment, before allowing herself to relax into your embrace.
>Her hooves find their way around to your back, as her head nuzzles its way into your shoulder.
>"Thank you."
>The words are almost a whisper, but they speak volumes about what this means to her.
>Your reply carries much the same weight.
"No. Thank you."
>Upon hearing these words, the DJ grips you that much more firmly.
>The feel of her forelimbs wrapped around your torso puts you at ease, your arms having much the same effect on her.
>This is the closest you've been to anyone in... forever.
>It's so soft, and warm, and safe.
>You never want it to end.
>With the calm and completeness you bring each other, both of you quickly sail toward unconsciousness.
>But before you can drift off, you feel Vinyl plant a gentle kiss on your cheek.
>And without giving it even a second thought, you return the favour.
>This girl went through so much trouble just to get to you, simply so she could comfort you in a time of need.
>If that doesn't deserve at least a thank you kiss, you don't know what does.
>With this thought in mind, you and Vinyl both finally fall into the blissful embrace of sleep.