Élégie, Opus 24 - Encore

Dusk set in on the small town of Ponyville. As the shadows grew long, lights flickered on in all the houses of the small hamlet, illuminating the happy ponies inside. One white house stood alone and dark near the outskirts. All was silent in the small, double story dwelling. The shutters were closed. In a small room near the back, a lone earth pony sat in a dimly illuminated room. Three candles illuminated the walls, as she perched herself on a small wooden stool.

She clutched her precious cello softly. She felt the grain of the wood on her hoof as she ran it along its graceful neck. She picked up her worn bow, and smelled the faint pine aroma as she inspected it for errant dust. The rosined bow was smooth and pristine. She held it against the first string. Her heartbeat increased, and she was acutely aware of every small, minute sound in her room. Her eyes closed. She breathed in deeply, and began to play.

It was a somber piece in C minor. She needed no sheet music; the entire piece came second nature to her. The delicate notes came softly at first, and worked slowly into a deep, rich crescendo that reverberated in the room. Her head hung slightly downwards as she played her hoof skillfully across her instrument’s neck, caressing it as she coaxed the mournful melody from it. She played for nearly an hour, her efforts tiring her. In the end she drew the last note, holding her poise until the sound finally left her.

She afforded herself the smallest of grins. Her cello went onto its stand, the bow propped carefully against it in its own special bracket. The earth pony arose from her stool and checked the white figure propped against the far wall. She was breathing shallowly. The mare’s pupils couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

Octavia knew one sense was still intact. She smiled as she reached her hoof out and stroked the white unicorn’s arm. She immediately pushed back against the grey pony, feeling the sensation of touch throughout her. Octavia sighed to herself as she played her hoof over the snow white fur as if she were playing her instrument. She went lower, pushing apart the pony’s thighs. The prone mare responded, breathing faster, and pushing herself towards the hoof.

The grey mare reached with her tongue and found the gaping muzzle of her companion. The white pony sensed her breath, her seeking mouth, and opened her own. She was sloppy in her kiss, Octavia noted, but did not mind. The mare was coming down from the last dose Octavia provided, still hallucinating, her energy run dry. The white pony moved her head finally, focusing on her. Her vision wavered. She knew there was somepony there, but it was difficult to focus.

Octavia finally spoke. “My dear Vinyl, simply look at your state of affairs. You can barely keep yourself seated for my piece. Let’s go my love, you need your rest.”

She took her damp hoof from between the pony’s thighs, and put it lovingly around her. Helping her to her feet, the white mare stumbled, and could not seem to find footing with her hooves. She felt so utterly drained. The entire world seemed to weigh on her as she felt the confident pony beside her help her through the house.  Slowly they went up the stairs.

“Are you feeling down, my dear? I do hope my music did not have such a great effect upon you.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Perhaps you need another little bit of help from your friend Octavia. We can make everything feel so much better in no time at all. Would you like that?”

They reached the top of the stairs. Vinyl Scratch did not need to think long on the matter. She did in fact need it. Every minute coming down was pure agony. She couldn’t function. She whispered in a hoarse voice. “Yes Octy. Please.”

Her face remaining somber, Octavia chuckled faintly. “Don’t worry then my love, we’ll get you fixed up. I just need you to do something for me, my dear.” The pair walked slowly down the hall to the musician’s bedroom. She lit a candle on the nightstand, and closed the door behind her.