Music's 'Tail'

by Muse Marie

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Random, Slice of Life, Sad, Romance
Length: 11408

Follow the roller coaster tale of Music Slave the pony, from her horrific past to her bright future.

*NO LONGER WRITING Until Further Notice*
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Music is haunted by her graphic past and she has nightmares of her father almost nightly because of it. But when she meets her new friend, John, a lab geek but sweet nonetheless, he takes her to Ponyville to start her life over. Will she have better luck in Ponyville with a fresh start and new friends? Or will her past make it impossible to trust again, resulting in her hiding away from anyone who tries to get close?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-24 00:40:07 UTC

Chapter 1: The Escape

The salty taste of my tears that day won’t leave my memories. That taste alone, added with the harsh voices, and the aching of my limbs as I ran, will forever haunt me.

Why was I running, you ask? To get away... very, very far away from the one place I once thought, through all my young years as a filly, that I could call home.

Chapter 1: The Escape

“Get out! And don’t come back! I’m done with you! You’re both a disgrace to this family and this village! Go!” My father took a strong step through the door frame, blocking any possible way back inside.

I clenched my jaw tight in anger as tears began to build behind my eyes. I practically hissed in anger through my teeth at him, quickly barking back. “Fine! You’ll regret disowning me! Because the day I become known, other ponies will know what you’ve done to me! Every single bit of it! My story will be heard and if you think you’re going to get away with it all you’re sadly mistaken! I’ll gladly leave; being kicked out has given me a hell of a good reason to finally be rid of this place!”

He narrowed his eyes in anger. “Get the fuck out of here!” He took off towards me in aggression, and I scoffed towards him, spitting at the ground before turning my back to him and taking off towards the mountains bordering the village from the rest of the world.

I came to a stop at the top of a hill, which happened to be the first of three lines of mountains to get away from the village. I exhaled deeply, inhaling quickly and nearly burning my throat. All I could taste was the bitter saltiness of my tears, and all I could feel was the throbbing ache of my legs. I’ve been running for about two hours straight, though I’m not entirely sure.

I nearly collapsed as I finally came to a stop in a small clearing, the aching nearly becoming too much. I exhaled shakily and laid down, my legs instantly throbbing in relief. My tongue hung from my mouth in a desperate attempt to cool off. I practically had enough energy to keep from drooling all over myself and the ground as I could feel myself slowly blacking out, escaping from this painful reality.

After Celestia-knows-how-long of me laying here, my eyes open but me not really seeing, I was slowly drifting off. Each breath pained me, burning in my chest and all the way up my throat. Every nerve and vein in my body seemed to throb in exhaustion considering I had ran quite a few miles making my way up here. With a last long exhale, consciousness finally let go and I fell asleep, if you can even call “going completely numb” that.

I screamed for mercy, but no sound escaped my lungs. I could feel my hoofs pounding against the ground, each blow shaking my entire frame as I kept pushing further, feeling the force behind me working its way closer with each step. I don’t know what was following me, but it kept chanting in a voice-less sound, “Get out! Go away! You’re a disgrace! Get out! Go away! You’re a disgrace!”

Each round of this saying stabbed me in the heart and brought me down harder, but I continued to press forward against the pressure. It was quickly becoming more and more difficult to breath, as if some strong force was slowly crushing my lungs and throat. Everything burned, and I could feel tears falling from my eyes, though they seemed dry to me.

My world was suddenly getting dark, and I had to gasp for air each time a hoof hit the ground. I could feel the force catching up to me, but I couldn’t go any faster than I was. Something happened suddenly, and I hit the ground, sliding literally a few feet from the point of impact. I screamed in pain, fur and skin scrapped off and I swear I saw my ankle twisted the wrong way.

Not even a few seconds after I hit the ground, I was suddenly engulfed in darkness. My world spun around me and the darkness changed to a swirl of dark blues and purples. The ground seemed to disappear from beneath me, but I couldn’t move and I couldn’t breathe.

Everything felt real... too real. From the burning of every cell in my body due to the lack of oxygen, to the feeling of being alone, vulnerable and weak. I don’t know how long I was there, floating, as I bled and died slowly. It could have been seconds, it could have been years. Hell, in my state it felt like eternity.

Something suddenly swirled into my dark vision, and I had attempted to cringe away but my frame refused to listen. In fact, it felt like I was getting closer. The figure grinned at me, and here’s the thing, I couldn’t make out any features. I couldn’t tell what it looked like, but I knew it was there. And I could tell what it was doing.

It reached out to me and swiped at me, resulting in three large gashes in my side that lead to a loud, dry scream escaping my lips. It laughed harshly, the very same laugh that haunted me my entire childhood.

It spent what seemed like forever toying with my weakening body. Scratching me, hitting me, doing whatever it could do to cause me pain. And each time I would whine or scream out, it would simply laugh and only increase my own pain.

After some time, I could finally move and speak. I was kicking, screaming, and thrashing about, “Go away! Get off me! Stop!” Suddenly I could breathe, and I did deeply, nearly burning every cell in my body once again. I gasped for breath constantly, still managing to scream and thrash about. Suddenly, things seemed to vanish, and something seemed to jump on me, pinning me down. I could hear a different voice, an unfamiliar voice speaking to me in a firm, yet gentle tone. And suddenly, the color returned to my world as I jolted awake.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. Relax, relax, you’re safe now.”

I looked around, my eyes wide with fear. My body felt like it was on fire, and I could tell that I had been sweating in my sleep. All of my muscles ache, and I assume this is because I was thrashing about so hard.

While gasping, I looked up. Big blue, worried eyes looked down at me. I looked to my shoulders, where this pony’s hooves lay. I gulped, still breathing heavily, as I looked back up. My voice was surprisingly hoarse when I spoke, and I had to clear my throat in order to speak at all. “Wh... Who are you?” I coughed after speaking, my throat so sensitive from all my crying and screaming in my sleep.

“John... Are... Are you okay?” His voice practically poured worry, and he slowly stepped off from above me and to my side, offering his hoof to help me up. I looked at it before grabbing it and standing up, shaking to fix my mane and matted fur.

“Uhm... No. Probably not.” I looked at him with a sigh, feeling bad that somepony had to witness something that’s happened to me for years. When our eyes met, his fell. I could tell simply from his posture alone how worried he was about me. I looked down and exhaled audibly. “I’m sorry... That you had to see that. It tends to happen, though that’s honestly my worse nightmare yet.”

“Oh, it’s fine... I heard somepony screaming, loudly, and I had to come make sure whoever it was was okay.” He looked up, meeting my eyes again. When he did, I noticed him push his glasses up his nose with his hoof before continuing. “But when I saw you were asleep I tried to wake you up, but in order to even get close I had to pin your legs down. You wouldn’t stop kicking and screaming.”

“Sounds about right...” I sighed.

“What are you even doing all the way out here by yourself? This is pretty far from any village.” He tilted his head in curiosity, his glasses falling slightly from the movement.

“Well, let’s just say... I’m searching for a new home.” I sighed once again, noticing how miserable I probably looked right now.

“May I ask why...?” He suddenly cringed and took a step back, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, if you’re okay with telling me. I wouldn’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you already se-”

“Stop. It’s okay, really.” I lowered my hoof, which I had put up to stop him from rambling. I smiled softly. “I was pretty much pushed from my own home. So I left, and don’t plan on returning. So I had run up here, and pretty much collapsed from exhaustion. This is the first time I’ve been consciously aware. And to be honest, I don’t even know how long I was out.”

He looked down again. “I’m sor-”

“No. Don’t say it again.” I laughed softly. “It’s okay, you don’t need to say sorry. You have nothing to do with my past, and I guess the only thing you can do is help me get on with my future.”

For some reason, he suddenly blushed. He gulped and looked away, pushing up his glasses again. I tilted my own head, but shrugged and straightened my frame.

“Well... There is always Ponyville...” He coughed, trying to hide the nervous edge in his voice. “That’s where I live, and I’m sure I can help you get comfortable there. There are a lot of people, and all of them are really nice to new comers. But, of course, if you don’t want to go you don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion, really...”

I laughed. “You aren’t very sure of yourself, are you?” He shook his head slowly, offering a nervous, goofy smile. “I don’t really get out of my lab at home much... I’m not very socially... Experienced...” I raised an eyebrow to the mention of a lab. He nodded to my expression. “I study a lot, and I’m always messing with new mixes. It’s a hobby, really...” He trailed off, probably worried about appearing too nerdy.

I smiled and nodded, taking a step towards him. “Alright. That sounds wonderful. Ponyville, that is. I need a new place to start over, and with a friend I’m sure it’d be easier.” He coughed and blushed again, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. He turned around and trailed his eyes along the mountain.

“Well, it’s a rather far trip... I was out looking for a few resources for a new experiment I have planned.” He turned to me again, our eyes meeting. “But I was on my way back when I ran into you. If you’re ready, we can go ahead and start our journey.” I nodded with a smile, trotting up next to him.

“Sounds good to me.”

He smiled and turned towards the mountain, waiting for me to turn too before he started his way along the trail. I grinned and followed him trustingly.

I wasn’t sure why, but I liked him already. He was goofy, but very caring. And something inside told me I could trust him.

Let’s just hope the other ponies in... Ponyville, was it?... Are as trust-able as John, here.

Chapter 2: The Party Cannon

        That first day in Ponyville is definitely a day I will never forget. Especially when I was introduced to this illogical invention called “The Party Cannon.”

        This intricate invention is owned by an equally illogical, reality defying pony who goes by the name of Pinkie Pie. And man, I have never met a pony as random and spontaneous as this one, I can say that for a fact.

Chapter 2: The Party Cannon

        It took us five days to get to Ponyville. The adventure was exhausting, I will admit. But I don’t think I have ever had as much fun in my life as I did in those few short days.

        Considering John ‘didn’t get out of his lab much’, he actually knew a lot about how to survive in the wild. In turn, he taught me a lot.

        If I were to have been alone on this adventure, I probably would have eaten stuff that would have potentially killed me. I had no idea how many of the plants and bugs out here had been poisonous. And I continued to repeatedly thank him for making me food so commonly. It was either he made me food, or walked me through every single step of preparing it.

        He treated me with such care, it was so bizarre to me. I had grown up being beaten for every thing I did, and I surely had a severe lack of knowledge as to how to take care of myself. And it was embarrassing that every time I did something wrong, I would flinch and quickly whimper a quiet “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me.” But he would only respond with a sigh and rub the top of my head to comfort me while I slowly came back to reality. I couldn’t help it, with each mistake I would curl into a ball and start shaking, memories of the past haunting me to the point I couldn’t see.

        I could admit I was very slowly recovering. But I honestly think it was because of how he treated me when I shut down. I would have expected normal ponies to beg me to come out of it, or get frustrated it happened so frequently. But he just waited, comforting me until I came out of it. I know he said he was socially inexperienced, but I didn’t believe him. Not with how he treated me.

        We were walking close to each other as we approached Ponyville. When the gate into the town came into view, John stopped walking, looking to me when I stopped as well.

        “I’m going to give you an early warning.” I tilted my head, confused. “There is this certain... Pony, who I kid you not sits by the gate and waits for new ponies. And she’s rather... Hyper, though I believe that is a huge understatement. When we walk through this gate, she will pounce. And she will be practically shaking in excitement. After she gets off from practically hugging you to death, I suggest backing up. Unless, that is, you want to be barraged with dozens of balloons.”

        My facial expression must have been rather amusing, because he laughed at whatever expression it was that I had. When I spoke, it was shaky with shock. “I.. But.. Dozens of balloons? Dare I even ask how?”

        He smiled, trying not to laugh. “Well... It is this incredibly illogical invention called her Party Cannon. Needless to say, this certain cannon defies all laws of reality, considering it is relatively small but seems to contain an endless amount of balloons, streamers, and glitter. A lot of ponies fear this cannon, actually. It always seems to come out of nowhere, and it’s her way of declaring either a party then and there, or an upcoming party for whatever reason is at hand.”

        My eyes were wide, and I barely believed him. “Is this... Even... Possible?”

        He laughed at me again. “Apparently so. No one asks about it; probably because no one wants to know where it came from or how it works. I know I surely don’t, and I usually go nuts over inventions like that.” I shook my head in disbelief, but knew it was a matter of figuring it out on my own. He turned towards the gate again, nodding his head in a silent way of asking ‘are you ready?’ I exhaled with a smirk and nodded.

        We walked towards the gate together, and I could feel my body tensing slightly at the thought of this odd pony confronting us. When we came to the gate, he opened it and held it open for me with a gentle smile. I returned the smile and passed him, waiting for him on the other side of the gate. Before he could even get through the gate, I was suddenly on the ground.

        “OMEEGOSH WHOISTHIS?!”

        I groaned from the impact and opened my eyes, seeing a bright pink blur laying across my stomach as my eyes slowly refocused. I heard John’s laughing voice in the background. “This is my new friend, Music. She’s new to Ponyville, but she’s hoping to get a fresh start here.”

        I oof’ed loudly as- I swear- she jumped on my stomach. “OMEEGOSH! Do you know what this calls for?!” I heard John laugh louder as this hyper pony continued to use my stomach as a trampoline. “A PARTY!”

Next thing I know I am standing, hardly, and hear a loud Pop! as I get pushed over by what feels like hundreds of helium filled balloons, knocking me onto my side with another loud oof. I groan as I stand up again, and exhale when I see that I am glittering. I looked to John with a oh dear Celestia please help me look, but he just laughs and shakes his head. I see the pink pony jumping around in circles around me, singing something about cupcakes and glitter and parties.

        I tried to back away, but I was on the ground again with the giggling ball of reality defying pony on my stomach again. She kept hitting my stomach with her hooves in excitement, much like a baby hitting a table when they laugh. “Omeegosh, Music! I can’t believe this! We haven’t had a new pony in.. In three days! I’m so excited! I must go plan! This is gonna be the party of FOREVER! I have to make sure it’s the best! Omeegosh omeegosh omeegosh!” She started drumming on my stomach, “I must go plan! This party has to be PERFECT!” She pushed off my stomach to get up and, just like she arrived, she was gone in an instant.

        This entire scene left me on the ground dizzy and confused. John, still laughing like it’s no big deal, finally walked up to help me up. When I finally stood, it took me a second to gather my balance. I looked to him with an exhausted look. “What.. Was... Should I even ask?”

        He smirked. “Probably best not to. That was Pinkie, by the way. And I estimate that in the next three hours we’ll be seeing her again.”

        I groaned with a sigh. “Very excitable little thing, isn’t she?”

        He smiled and nodded. “That wasn’t even the half of it.”

        I hung my head. “Wonderful...”

        We had been walking around the town for awhile now. He had excitedly showed me around everywhere. He showed me the town hall, this adorable little deli that I believe was called Sugarcube Corner, to a lot of little places that he said were owned by friends of his, and that I would get a better tour of them later.

He decided to give me a break and not introduce me to anyone, adding that Pinkie would do that instead. I honestly wasn’t looking forward to this little ‘party’ of Pinkie’s, but at the same time I absolutely hated being the center of attention to more than just a few ponies.

We ended up sitting in the park, the quiet a wonderful change from this day of excitement. He mentioned the same thing once we got settled.

“Sorry it was very... Exciting and most likely terrifying for you.”

I smiled to him, tilting my head. “Oh, don’t worry about it... I expected it, but it didn’t make it any less exhausting.”

He laughed softly. “Oh, I’m sure. That reminds me, though... What do you plan on doing as far as a place to stay?”

My smile faded and my eyes fell to the ground. “I haven’t really thought about it... Now that I do, I have no clue in the slightest.”

He looked up, blushing softly as his eyes showed he was nervous. “Well...” He looked down to avert eye contact and pushed up his glasses. “I do have this spare room... But it’s really small... And I don’t know if it’d be.. uhm.. big enough for you. I mean-”

“Kinky.”

His eyes widened and he looked dead at me, blushing even more. “What?!”

I busted out laughing, even falling over onto my side. He just gave me this wide-eyed, mortified look, which only caused me to laugh even harder. He just stared at me, even up until I calmed down, wiped the tears from my eyes, and sat up.

He was practically speechless, and it took everything I had not to bust out laughing again. “It’s... You can.. Ahahahaha! You can sp-speak, y’know. Ahh.. Ahahh..” I looked down, trying to breathe so I can stop. I met his eyes again. “I’m s-sorry... You left yourself open for that one.”

He sighed, laughing softly as he pushed his glasses down. He gulped, still blushing. After meeting my eyes again, he shrugged, obviously attempting to blow off his utter shock. “I guess I did... That was still rather... Unexpected.”

I grinned. “It’s supposed to be, that’s what makes it funny. Anyway, as long as you’re alright with it, I would really appreciate taking you up on your offer.”

He looked up, his eyes wide again. But this time in excitement. “Really?!” He gasped softly when he realized how excited he sounded, and looked down again to hide his blush. “I mean... Uhm... Sure, that’s fine... I just want you to be happy.”

With a soft laugh I shook my head. “You’re so goofy. You don’t need to be so nervous, y’know.”

He looked to the side, pushing up his glasses. “Sor-”

“No.”

He hung his head and facehoofed. “Ugh... That’s a habit.”

I smiled softly, smirking quietly to myself. “I see that.” I tilted my head as I suddenly remembered the pony, Pinkie I believe, from earlier. “When is that party she was talking about supposed to happen?”

John looked up at the sky, noting that the sun was only half visible over the horizon, tilting his head in thought. “My guess, would probably be in abou-”

“SURPRIIIIISSSSEEEE!!!!!!”

I screamed in surprise, falling to the ground and covering my eyes and ears with my hooves. I expected to be  blasted with balloons and glitter again, but all I heard was mumbling. I uncovered my ears first.

“Did I scare her...?”

“She’s a tad jumpy.”

“Aw... But I just finished planning for her party. I didn’t mean to scare her.”

“She’s fine, just give her a minute.”

To this, I uncovered my eyes, my ears hanging low on the sides of my head as I looked up at them with big eyes. To them, I probably had a puppy-dog-eye look doing on, especially when I laid my front legs out in front of me. “U-Uhm... Sorry...” I looked down and pushed myself to sit. When I met eyes with John, he gave me a gentle smile, which caused me to blush in embarrassment as I looked to the side.

I heard Pinkie jump, because for some reason, she makes a boing sound when she jumps. I looked to her, and she was all hyper again. “Yay! Music’s okay!” She saw me looking at her and she landed in front of me, grabbing me by my shoulders and twirling me in a circle. “I’m done planning for your party! Come on, it’s getting late! We have to go now before we’re late! Les’go Les’go Les’go!” She grabbed my hoof and practically dragged me rather quickly down the park path. John, laughing quietly, followed behind us.

Little did I know exactly how exciting this party would be. Nor did I expect meeting so many ponies.

Celestia help me, all this excitement is going to be the death of me.

Chapter 3: The Fall

        I don’t even think I can count how many ponies I met that night during Pinkie’s party. But what surprised me even more was what happened after the party...

        Out of everything so far, that accident is the most memorable event.

Chapter 3: The Fall

I had given up trying to resist the pink pony dragging me all over her house, from pony to pony, introducing me to them. The names were blending in my head, and I was having a hard time keeping focused as Pinkie told me their name, what they do, and a few aspects of their personality.

Every now and then I would look around for John for help, but I couldn’t find him most of the time. I figured he’d probably be off talking to ponies he knew, and it saddened me slightly that even somepony like him could easily blend in to this kind of situation, yet somepony like me was socially awkward considering I didn’t know anyone besides him.

I suddenly pulled my hoof away from Pinkie, stopping her in her tracks as her ears fell, and I swear I even saw a few of her curls give out. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Oh, I’m overwhelming you aren’t I? I knew this maybe wasn’t a good-”

“Stop! You’re just as bad as John...” I sighed with a soft smile. “I need a break, okay? You’ve introduced me to so many ponies that my head is spinning. “

Pinkie nodded, though she still seemed disappointed. “Oh... Okay... Well, come find me when you’re ready to meet some more ponies, okay?”

I smiled to her. “Of course.” She smiled back, and the curls that let out earlier returned to their curled self. When somepony behind her called her name, she giggled and jumped off, back to her excited self.

I exhaled in relief, feeling like I could breathe now without hearing about somepony’s

name or about their personality. After separating from Pinkie, I weaved my frame through the bodies of the dozens of ponies that Pinkie had invited. I looked through the entire place, but through the entire time I couldn’t find John.

        I sighed in disappointment. I was beginning to think he had left. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. If I had been offered the chance, I would have quickly darted my way out of this madhouse of chaos.

I made my way by the refreshment and snack table and stood there, my eyes constantly scanning the crowd constantly for one of the only familiar faces I have grown accustomed to.

After two glasses of berry punch, one cupcake, and two pieces of hard candy, I was about frantic. I decided I needed some fresh air, and the front door was blocked by a huge crowd of ponies. I remember seeing a staircase earlier and headed towards where I had last seen it. Once I reached the first step, I turned over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being stalked by a certain cotton candy colored pony. With a quick duck, I swiftly made my way up the stairs and away from the loud party.

Once I reached upstairs, I stretched out my wings with a sound of content. My muscles were sore, and I sure as hell couldn’t move my wings downstairs. I sometimes highly disliked being slightly larger than other ponies. But considering my pegasus father-wannabe was twice the size of my mother, a normal sized earth pony, it was bound to happen. And it wasn’t like I was that large, but I was a good three to five inches taller than most ponies. This also resulted in larger wings, and being more uncomfortable in crowds.

When I retracted my wings, I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly in an attempt to calm my shaking limbs. I hated being confined in a large room filled with nothing but other ponies. I shook my head as a final way to let the stress go, and also to re-fluff my mane after it got packed down from overheating.

I trotted over to the glass door and pushed it open quietly with my hoof, walking through the frame and to the balcony as I let the fresh night air hit me and relax my aching joints. I was honestly beginning to regret coming here. I hated ponies with a burning passion. But after the kind of past I’ve had, who can blame me? I hate being the center of attention, and I really, really, hate being in confined spaces. At least in the mountains I was alone. Here, that wasn’t a choice.

Though I had to admit the only good thing to come out of this so far was to meet my new friend, who I was very glad to call a friend, John. He is the only pony to show me any shred of kindness since I started to mature and realize what was being done to me.

I shook my head, refusing to let my mind wander to that hellish time period. It was just so... Difficult not to. I spent my entire lifetime up until six days ago dealing with constant abuse. And honestly, it was all I knew. It was embarrassing to admit that I had no helpful life experience, and I could barely even take care of myself. Well, thanks to John, I can if I’m in the mountains. But that’s not here. And it doesn’t help me with dealing with a party-cannon-wielding pony.

I looked up at the moon, tilting my head at the familiarity of the nighttime sphere. Things suddenly started swirling together in my vision, and the last thing I saw before my world went completely black was the same sinister grin in the shadows of the moon that has haunted my entire childhood.

I opened my eyes and looked around, the scene around me making me get so dizzy I collapse, my breath catching in my throat so hard it burned. The chipped wooden dining room table, the dusted fireplace with the portrait of my deceased mother, the aged-smelling cough, the pale blue quilt over the center of it, and the same gray pillow, torn in three of it’s corners by my same teeth... And tonight was going to end the perfection of the fourth corner. And it would also be the last night I stayed here; for tomorrow evening he would finally be fed up with me fighting back, though I think I just got too old for him.

I gulped, though the liquid just set my sensitive throat on fire. I finally found the strength to move and I ducked into the kitchen, knowing he was going to be home any minute. As if on queue, he walked through the front door frame at that moment.

I hid in the pantry, behind the curtain and under the bottom shelf. Even though he usually still found me here, I continued to hide here every time. I glanced up at a clock, and my heart sank when I saw I was correct.

He was home late.

I sucked in my breath as I heard hoofsteps leading closer to the kitchen, and I knew he was looking for me.

“Music... Come out, come out, wherever you are...”

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to Celestia I could be safe for just once, but exactly 23 seconds later I felt the rush of air as the curtain was pulled aside. The rest was a blur to me, because at that point I have learned the ability to block myself from reality in order to protect the small sliver of mental sanity I had managed to save through all these years, and all the nights like tonight.

        He yanked me by my front hoof and threw me hard against the house, a pained gasp escaping my lungs when my spine hit the hard back. I felt harder than usual, and I swear  I heard a loud snap of the main bone in my wing snap. To this, a loud ear-piercing scream escaped my lips, the pain setting my entire body into a spasm of pain.

        To this, the color returned to my world...

        When I quickly snapped back to reality, I was very immediately aware of the searing pain throughout my body. Before I had awaken I was already in frame-shaking sobs, my pained screams echoing in the air around me. It took me a good minute or so to realize there was a frantic pony beside me, his eyes wide with fear, worry, and shock as he just stood next to me, his ears flattened and his hooves close to me. I could tell from his body language, once I was in the right state of mind to even analyze it, that he wanted to help but didn’t have a single clue as to how.

        Another wave of pain rippled from my right wing and I was sent into hysterical screaming once again. My vision blacked out, but I was still conscious. And I could feel the presence of more ponies around me. All I could hear were hushed whispers through the crowd, though I found it odd how no pony was attempting to do anything.

        “Did she really just try to commit suicide?”

        “Who is that anyway?”

        “I heard Pinkie boast about how she’s new...”

        “Did she really jump? Or did she fall?”

        I heard the closest frame stand, turning the face them. “All of you get the fucking hell out of here unless you’re going to help!” I heard a defensive hoof hit the ground beside mine, though I had immediately recognized the voice.

        Another wave of pain, and my tears only increased. When this happened, John lowered his body closer to mine, practically growling at the crowd. I could feel the close ones back up, but it took a minute or two for them to back up enough that I couldn’t tell they were there. At this point, I was curled into a tight, shaking ball, my own face soaked in my tears.

        I felt soft, gentle hooves touch my searing skin. One against my hip, the other against my upper arm. I cringed slightly to the pain, choking on my tears.

        “Music... Listen... I don’t know much about aid, but I can definitely tell that your wing is broken. And your hip may be fractured, so I’m not sure. I don’t want to move you until you calm down, but I am here. And you’re not alone.” I nodded softly to his words, recognizing he spoke. His words had calmed me slightly, but that was mostly to the fact it gave me something to focus on. I was still crying audibly, but I wasn’t screaming anymore. Though that was somewhat credited to the fact that my body was slowly starting to numb the pain.

        After a couple minutes I could finally see again, and the first thing I had looked for was John. He was still sitting in front of me, his eyes watching my every movement. Once he noticed I was looking at him, he gave me a comforting smile. When I couldn’t return the smile, his faded, but I reached out and nudged his foreleg with my nose instead, which returned the soft smile to his features.

        I coughed painfully as I forced myself to sit up with the help of John, who really had to mostly pull me up. Once I was up, he kept each hoof on my arms to keep me balanced, which I was thankful for because I probably would have fallen back over when he let go.

        He looked into my eyes, waiting until I looked back into his to speak. “Do you think you’re ready to go? I really want to get you away from here and somewhere where you can’t fall again.”

        I tilted my head dizzily, speaking hoarsely. “I... I f-fell?” He nodded with a worried sigh. “F-From... Wh.. Where?” He motioned up to the balcony I had been standing on. I followed his eyes slowly, taking care to not move too fast so that I could try to keep at least some balance. I looked back at him, my ears falling as my eyes showed an obviously apologetic expression. He sighed and nodded, then let go of me slowly and stood up when I didn’t fall.

        I tried to stand but he gave me a firm glance that told me to stay. He closed his eyes, and I tilted his head when I saw his horn glow with a faint purple aura. Next thing I know, my entire body is surrounded by the same aura, and I’m being lifted up onto his back. Now this honestly surprised me, considering I was bigger than he was. But I assumed he was also using his magic to keep me steady on his back. I rested on hoof over his shoulder and let my wings hang to one side since I was curled on my side along his spine. I rested my head against the back of his neck and I let out a long exhale.

        He planned to walk the entire way to his house with me on his back. This was going to take awhile, and I was honestly not looking forward to the wait. But a few dozen feet after he had started slowly trotting along, I found myself slowly drifting off against the comforting rhythm I could slightly feel against his neck, and the gentle beat of his hooves against the ground.

        Oh boy, was I going to be sore in the morning.

A/N: I know a lot of my story so far has been rather emotional and depressing. I promise it’s not always going to be this bad, it just has a lot to do with me slowly revealing some of my character’s past, and how initially messed up in the head she is as a result of it. I mean, hay, I did say in the description how a lot of the story is around her recovering from everything that’s happened. :3

I hope even with all the emotions that y’all enjoy this story, because it does bring me a lot of joy to see that so far quite a few (at least more than I expected) of you have already shown a likeness for my story. And I thank all of you for being interested. ^^

Chapter 4: The Recovery

I didn’t think it was possible for a pony to show as much gentle kindness as he did for me

during my recovery.

        Nor did I ever think it was possible for me to feel the confusing emotions that are beginning to build up within my heart.

        Man... What did I get myself in to?

Chapter 4: The Recovery

        “Music... Music? Wake up, we’re here.”

        I groaned and opened my eyes, my vision blurred for a second before I could focus on the building before me. It was this rather large building, and you could tell from the simple yet elegant exterior that it was the home of a rather wealthy pony.

        “Is... Is this y-your home?” I whispered, considering I didn’t have the energy to speak clearly. He looked over his shoulder and offered me a warm smile, nodding slightly.

        “Yes it is. Sorry if it’s a bit small.”

I narrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head. “Are you... Kidding? This i-is the.. Big-Biggest home I-I’ve ever... Seen.” I exhaled, heavy with exhaustion, as I lowered my chin to rest on his shoulder. I was having a hard time keeping my own eyes open at this point, even though I had been asleep the entire way here.

His smile faded and was replaced with sympathetic worry as he trotted to the front door and carefully opened it with his front foot, weary to not move so I don’t have a chance of falling.

Once we were through the door, I picked my head up enough to look around. The house was absolutely spotless. The main foyer consisted of elegant scenery and abstract paintings lined down the wall, and into the main room was a delicate, small living room set. This set consisted of a rather large flat screen, a long soft leather couch that turned to form an L. A beanbag sat to the side, and a glass coffee table was placed in the center.

Across from this room was the large kitchen, which I couldn’t even begin to describe. The counters were a black speckled marble, and the wood of the cabinets was a pale gray. The flooring was a white tile, which contrasted very well with the dark charcoal carpet of the living quarters. There were clean dishes stacked next to the sink to dry, and neat towels were hung on the cabinet drawers.

He brought me through these rooms and down another hallway to the right of the living room. When we came to a closed door, he looked back at me again, his eyes soft but kind. “This is the bedroom I had offered you. I do apologize that it’s rather small, but I can take you once you recover to redecorate it. That is... If you’d like to stay. It is up to you.” His ears drooped ever so slightly towards the end of his statement, and I could tell from the slight dim of his eyes that the thought of me leaving saddened him. And in all honesty, it saddened me too even to just think about it.

I smiled at him and nodded softly, careful not to move too fast to upset my balance. “That sounds wonderful, John. I really do appreciate everything you’ve done and are continuing to do for me.” Thankfully, I had recovered even just a little energy, and could manage to whisper full sentences now without stuttering.

He nodded with a genuine smile. “It’s the least I can do.” With that, he turned forward and pushed the door open with his front hoof. When he walked in and turned on the light, my eyes had to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. When I looked around, my eyes widened to see how big the room was. It was practically the size of the house I grew up in. There wasn’t much in the room, though. There was a full size bed in the corner, and a large dresser on the opposite wall. From the doorway, the wall you faced was actually made out of giant sliding glass doors. There was a thin curtain in front of it, but it didn’t do much to keep out the moonlight.

“This... This room is huge!” He tilted his head in confusion and looked to me with a questioning glare. “This room is practically the size of the entire house I grew up in as a child. If this room is small, I hate to see what you consider big.” He smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching to prevent a laugh.

He looked forward and trotted to the bed, turning so his side was brushed against the mattress. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes. “Are you ready for me to lay you down?” I bit my lip nervously but nodded, trusting him. He lowered his frame to level me with the mattress, and as he rolled his shoulders towards the bed he also used his magic to easily slide me onto the plush mattress. I let out a soft yelp of pain as I landed on my bad leg, gulping back tears. He bit his lip in a an apologetic manner, his ears down as he stood up. “I’m sorry... That was really the easiest and most pain-free way I could move you. It’s kind of hard to move a pony bigger than I am...” He laughed nervously, as a way of lightning the mood.

After curling my legs under my body, much like a cat, I let my wings fall around me. I refused to look at how many odd angles my right wing fell in. I looked up to him, and by the look on his features, he could tell from my expression how much pain I was in. With a shaky breath, he spoke: “I do know a little bit about the pegasus anatomy and first aid, and if you wish, I could attempt to re-set your wing. It will hurt like all hell, but if we wait too long the doctor will have to re-break the wing in order to set it any later than tonight.”

I bit my lip in fear, looking down. When I looked up at him, I found myself nodding softly. I could see the slightest of cringes across his features, because I knew he didn’t want me to say yes. I knew he’d hate having to cause me pain, but we both knew it would help me in the long run. With a long audible exhale, he walked closer and pulled himself up onto the mattress with me. He sat behind me so I didn’t have to move, my right wing practically laying in his lap. I could hear a slight shake in his voice, and I think he was just about as scared as I was about this. “U-Uhm... Are you sure? This is going to hurt... A lot.” I nodded again, laying my head on the bed and squeezing my eyes shut. He let out another long exhale and I felt him nod. “Alright...”

When his shaky hooves even barely touched my wing I let out a loud whimper, and it caused him to hesitate. After a moment, he managed to grasp one hoof around the base of my wing, and the other near the tip. I could hear him loudly gulp, and I tensed my muscles in preparation for the drastic amount of pain I knew I was about to experience.

He slowly breathed in and out about three times before gulping again and whispering to me, “Are you ready...?” I nodded again and bit down on the sheet. “I’m going to count down from 3... And at 0, I’m going to pull your wing back together, alright?” I nodded again, whimpering to get him to get on with it already.

He exhaled. “Three...”

He inhaled slowly. “Two...”

First thing I noticed was that his grip suddenly got tighter, and then I felt a quick, strong pull against both sides of my wing. Not being prepared at all for it, I had screamed out in pain considering it felt like my wing had been ripped off. But what he had actually done was pull it back in to place in one swift tug versus separate ones like I was expecting.

As soon as it had started it was over, and I could feel a deep throb of blood returning to the vessels in my wing. I panted against the bed, my body limp from the setting of my wing. I felt a gentle hoof stroking at my back, and I knew he was attempting to comfort me. I mumbled something, but was too dizzy to speak.

“Shh... You’re probably gonna be dizzy for a bit after that. I’ll be right back with something to help the pain.” I felt my ear twitch in irritation, but he quickly continued to cover what he said. “I would have given it sooner, but re-setting your wing would have nulled the effect of the painkillers because you would have been brought right out of it. That, and it would have taken more time than we had already wasted before we set your wing.” I exhaled and nodded, and I felt him get off the bed and trot out of the room.

A few minutes later I opened my eyes when I heard hoofsteps nearing my bedroom. I noticed that there was a floating glass next to him, and floating pills on the other side. I tilted my head, confused, but just shook my head, summing it up to being too tired and dizzy to be seeing straight.

He approached the bed and set the pills in front of my nose. I raised my head to look at him, and the floating glass was close to my face. I narrowed my eyes at it, staring at it intently. “Why the hell is it floating?!” A complete look of shock swept his face.

“Uhm.. What?”

“Why... Is the glass... Floating?”

His mouth twitched in a way that showed he was trying not to laugh. “Uhm... Unicorns can use magic to float things so we don’t have to hold them... Did you not grow up with unicorns in your village?” When I shook my head, he cringed, thinking he had offended me. “O-Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know.” I just stared at the glass, almost giving it an evil glare.

“But... It’s a glass... It shouldn’t float... It doesn’t have wings!”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “Uhm, Music... Your body’s natural way of numbing the pain is kicking in and I think it’s making you a little dazed. And honestly, this isn’t going to help either. But it will help the pain, and it will probably help you sleep. Take those pills and use this to get them down. It’s a red wine I’ve had stored in case I ever needed it. It’s a pretty decent brand, and it will definitely help.” I nodded and licked the pills into my mouth, reached forward and taking the liquid as well, using it to push the pills down my throat. I cringed and coughed when the liquid ticked my throat, and nearly spit it out. Once I got it down, I had a sour expression on my face and my tongue was sticking out.

John’s mouth twitched again, and he looked down, deeply inhaling to keep from laughing at my face. Once he managed to compose himself, he looked at me again. “I take it you’ve never had wine before, have you?” I shook my head. He smiled, the side of his smile raised slightly higher. “I can tell.” He set the glass on the dresser on the other side of the room and curled up on the bed with me again. I nuzzled my head against his leg, closing my eyes as I hiccuped softly. He smiled genuinely down at me and softly stroked the back of my ear with his hoof. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I closed my eyes, highly enjoying the rubbing.

“Are you starting to feel better, Music?” I nodded slowly, hiccuping again. Honestly at this point all I could feel was the dizzy, fluttery feeling in my tummy. Besides that I was sort of numb. I felt his hoof move down to stroke along my shoulder, even running as far down as my back before coming back up in a longer pattern than before. At one point, he came close to my wing and my facial expression had changed slightly, but only for that second. I couldn’t tell, since my eyes were closed, but John was watching my facial expression and did in fact notice the change.

I felt his hoof move by my wing again, but when he did his hoof moved slightly slower. Without meaning to, my expression had changed again, but as before reverted back when his hoof moved away. To my surprise his hoof suddenly grazed against my wing, causing a soft gasp from me. I heard a hm from him, though it didn’t register that it was just a noise of curiosity considering I wasn’t able to think at all at that point. His hoof pressed against the bottom of my wing and was dragged up in a messaging stroke, which combined with the fact that it helped the sore muscles, a pegasus’ wing is also the most sensitive part on a pegasus’ body. The result of this motion was a quiet growl to go off in my throat. I raised my head and sat it across his lap, every muscle in my body relaxing even more to the attention. John did it again, dragging his hoof across the length of my sore wing, and this time a soft moan escaped my lips.

I heard an almost silent, but quick inhale from the pony beside me. But he did it again, slower, as if playing with my reactions. My wing stretched to his touch, as if giving in and making it easier for him to massage my wing. I bit my lip as another moan sounded from my throat, my ears flat backwards against my mane. He rubbed his hoof against my wing again, but pressing harder now that it was easier. He was careful not to press too hard, but was doing a rather good job at massaging my muscles. Though I don’t think he realized what it did to me. I exhaled deeply and moaned again, the core of my body spreading heat through my limbs.

At this point he was continuously massaging my wing, and I was pretty convinced he was doing it on purpose. With each stroke a moan would escape my throat, and I was practically panting by now. The veins in my wing were throbbing, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for the reason John would think it was. My feathers were fully extended, and I was on the verge of groaning as he continued rubbing my wing. “J... John...” The way my voice came out made me blush a deep crimson because it sounded so desperate when I genuinely was just trying to get his attention.

I managed to open my eyes and look up at him as he looked down at me, an odd glare in his eyes. “Y-Yeah?”

The fact that even though I was still trying to talk and he was still rubbing my wing made this all the more difficult, because at this point it was impossible to hold back the moans or the panting. “Wh... What are... Nn.. You d-doing?”

He tilted his head, just watching me try to compose my features but being miserably unsuccessful at it. When he didn’t respond, I tried to continue. “Y-You’re... Nnn...” He smirked, pressing against a spot near the tip of my wing that seemed to make me moan every time. When he did I pushed my hooves against the bed and groaned deeply, giving him an irritated expression once I recovered. “J... Joohhnn...”

He laughed softly and tilted my chin up with his free hoof, making me look up at him as he kept stroking my wing. “I’m sorry... Do you wish for me to stop?”

I groaned again, completely at a loss for an answer. “U-Uhm... I...” He laughed again, tilting his head. He pressed against that special spot in my wing again and I moaned loudly, arching my back as I exhaled heavily. “Johhn...” He tilted his head the other way with a grin and bent down, pressing his lips against mine mid-moan.

I was surprised and confused for a second, though my inability to think didn’t help. After a couple seconds of not being sure what to think, my eyes closed themselves as I pressed into the kiss as well. Even during the kiss he continued rubbing my wing, and I think he highly enjoyed feeling my moans against his lips.

Though suddenly, something snapped and he quickly pulled away, wide-eyed and shocked. Considering he pulled from the kiss and my wing all at once left me dizzy and confused. Before I could even ask he spoke, “U-U-Uhmm... I...”

I looked up at him, not even caring how completely and utterly desperate I looked. He gulped audibly. “I-I’m... I... I g-got... C-C-Carried... A-Away... I... I’m s-sorry...” His face was burning bright crimson, and he was leaning away. He probably would have gotten up, but I was still partially laying in his lap. I inhaled softly, composing my voice before I spoke.

“I-It’s... O-Okay...” Before I could finish my thought he had cut me off, managing to pull himself from under me.

“N-No it’s not.. I.. No. I shouldn’t h-have even... Ugh...” He got off the bed, turning to face me. “I’m... I’m sorry, Music.. I.. I’ll just let you sleep... Uhm.. I-I’ll see you in the morning...” Before I could protest, he quickly left the room and closed his door behind him with his magic.

I nearly collapsed, limp on the bed. I was dizzy as all hell and could barely even see. Really, in my current state, the only thing I could think was Talk about a kiss and run...

Chapter 5: The Talk

        After last night I had no idea how I felt about anything. Though it didn’t help I woke up with a blistering headache.

        Maybe this turn in events wasn’t going to be such a bad thing after all...

Chapter 5: The Talk

        The harsh, familiar hooves of my father pushed my sensitive frame further into the hard cloth of the couch. I didn’t fight with it anymore. I was used to being used and abused by him. Though it didn’t make it any less painful.

        But things suddenly started changing, the colors and shapes of my vision blurring together and creating a new picture. Before I could recognize the scene around me, I recognized the touch of the pony currently around me. John had either front hoof besides my shoulders, his hind forelegs next to my sides as his lips repeatedly pressed against my neck. Unlike my father, John’s touch actually affected my body, and I willingly arched my neck to allow more room.

        He kissed up my neck and along my cheek until he met with my lips and kissed me deeply. I groaned against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull his smaller frame closer to mine. I wrapped my hind leg around one of his to pull his hips closer to mine, teasing both of us at once with that motion.

        With a deep, hungry growl John pulled away and bit at my neck gently, resulting in my arched back and a long moan to escape my lips. He pulled away from my neck and propped himself up to look down at me. With a seductive grin he reached down and kissed me as he suddenly pushed his hips forward against mine.

        I inhaled sharply as I sat straight up in my bed, panting and practically sweating. I groaned as a recollection of my dream flashed behind my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my hooves as I crossed my legs and sat on them, highly contemplating taking a shower.

        I hit my hooves against the bed in frustration, then yelped and whimpered when the sudden throbbing in my head became apparent to me. Even with my headache, I clearly remembered everything that happened last night. And it didn’t help my current state.

        I got up and shook out my fur since it was sticking to my skin. I trotted, though with a slight limp from my sore leg, and open the door. I quietly trotted down the hallway and looked around. When I stopped John in the kitchen I exhaled heavily, memories flashing behind my eyes again which only added to my body’s current state. I trotted into the main room and slowly made my way into the kitchen. John looked up at me from the food on the stove and blushed slightly, looking down again. I narrowed my eyes in irritation and walked right up to the counter, staring straight at him.

        “I’m not doing to stop staring at you until you look at me.” He let out a soft whimper, but I don’t think he meant for me to hear. When he didn’t look up, I sighed. “John. Stop. Please. Because honestly if anyone should feel the need to hide it should be me.” He looked up then, a confused glance across his features as he tilts his head.

        I looked to the side with a huff, “Nothing.”

        John sighed, looking straight at me. “Look, I’m sor-”

        “No. Stop. Right there. Don’t say it!” John smiled softly, shutting up. “You don’t need to be sorry for what you did... Just understand you’ll eventually be making up for what you didn’t do.” His eyes widened a couple seconds later when he finally caught on, and it caused him to blush deeply. He did smile though, finally speaking.

        “As you wish.” I rolled my eyes with a smile, shaking my head.

        “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna want to move on like nothing happened, knowing you and your awkward-ness, that is. And that’s fine. For now. Just understand that what you did will get your bones jumped in the future. Because it was mean.” I stuck my tongue out at him when he raised an eyebrow at me.

        With that, I walked around the counter and put my chin on his shoulder, looking down at the stove. “Whatchya cookin’?”

        He looked at me from the side of his eyes as he shuffled the pan. “Pancakes. You do eat them, right...? I wasn’t sure. But, everyone loves pancakes, so...”

        I laughed. “It’s fine. I’ll eat just about anything.” He turned to face me, worried eyes dropping to my wing, then back to my eyes.

“How is your wing? Do you think we need to get it examined at the hospital?”

I shook my head. “I don’t... Think so.”

“I have an x-ray machine if you would feel comfortable checking it here first. If there’s any shards or misplacement then we can take you to the hospital if you like.”

I nodded. “I like the sound of that.” He smiled and nodded, turning to flip the pancake again. I got on my hind legs and draped the front half of my body over his back, my forearms propping me up, watching him cook over his shoulder. Getting in this position helped stretch out the muscle in my thigh, but it was also easy to do since I was taller. Shortly after I got up here, though, he turned to face me, resulting in me standing normal again in front of him.

To my surprise he leaned close, setting his chin on my shoulder as he wrapped one of his arms around me in a gentle hug, being careful of my shoulder. I managed to hug him with both of my arms, but I whispered, a question in my voice, in his ear. “What’s this for?”

His voice had a hint of sadness. “I feel like I fucked up last night. I got carried away and I really really shouldn’t have.”

I sighed and nuzzled my nose against his neck. “Don’t be. It’s okay. It didn’t bother me much... Thought me being all drugged up didn’t help.” I felt John slouch to that comment. “Stop beating yourself up. Please? For me?”

He pulled away from the hug and harshly looked to the side. “It’s hard not to feel sorry when I fucked up so bad.”

“...Well... No...”

“Don’t you think I would have if I had wanted to?”

“Well, I guess so...”

“Then doesn’t that put me just as at fault here as you?”

“Well...”

“John.”

“...Yeah. But st-”

“No. Not but still.” My features softened, but they were still slightly saddened. I hated having to be serious. Especially when I had no experience with it in this kind of situation. “John... I know there’s a connection there. But I also know neither of us know what it is or how to deal with it. We were both a little out of it last night, but nothing happened that either of us need to regret. Especially considering that I would bet money both of us would willingly do it again. Isn’t this true?”

His blush was enough of an answer. “Okay. Now with that aside, do you want to attempt to go with these feelings head on? Or let them take their tole at their own pace?”

John looked down.

“...Let me try this again. I know we both feel something for each other. I don’t know what it is. I know you don’t. But there are two different ways we could handle it. One is to just... Say fuck it and act on these feelings, and the other is to just pretend nothing happened and act like everything is as... Normal as it ever was. Now what is it that you want to do.”

“Well... You’re right. I know that for sure.” He looked up to meet my eyes, his expression soft but sincere. “And I know that it’s impossible to act like nothing ever happened... Plus, it would permanently hinder our friendship, since both of us won’t be able to forget it. But I also don’t think either of us are ready to just... Charge at these feelings like a bull at a red carpet... Though...” He gave me a soft, though adorably dorky grin. “If you agree, I would like to be able to take you out and treat you to dinner or something once you’ve recovered a bit.”

I smiled, a soft laugh as I finally relax. “That sounds good to me.”

Suddenly a bitter smell caught both of our attentions and simultaneously both our heads whipped towards the stone. John quickly took the pan holding the horribly burnt pancake and discarded it with a sigh. While washing the pan out, he looked to me. “Or you could take me up on my offer now and we go get breakfast somewhere?”

With a louder, happy laugh I nod, looking to him with a genuine smile. “Sure. It’d be good to stretch out my leg anyway.” He returned the smile and nuzzled his nose against my shoulder.

“Can we go now? I’m kinda hungry...”

I laughed and nodded, nuzzling him back. “Sure.”

Together we walked through the front door and down the path, and though nothing was any different than it was before, something about it just felt more...

Right.

Update; Not A Real Chapter But Still Important... >.>

Dear Fellow Trackers,

I know I haven't updated in almost two weeks... Trust me, I know. And I'm sorry. :C

I'm waiting on a close friend of mine, Talen, to finish his short story (Found Here: The New Breed ) because his character, Talen (Shocker!) is going to become a character in my story in the near future. And I don't want to add him until his story is complete because it's a background story of his character and relatively vital to his role in my story.

I'm also waiting to start on a Semi-Crossover between DaBeejees' story (Found here: A New Life ) and mine. And this is a rather huge project compared to what I am used to writing.

My co-writer/planer/editor, John is also a huge part of this Semi-Crossover, and his story is also involved (Found here: Music's 'Tail' - A Companion ).

We're hoping to start working on this soon, and hopefully once we do I'll be able to start updating regularly.

Again... I'm sorry... v__v

-MusicSlave, The Author

P.S. Since only one person has actually followed me, I decided to post this as a chapter so that the trackers of this story will also receive this information.

It's been so long... Quick update

Okay guys. It's been like, what, 4 months?

I'm sorry, ok?

I got caught up in school.. And then ideas.. And just, it became one huge clusterfuck.

But me and John are going to take the story into our own hands, scrap all ideas we previously had (and had gathered with the help of two other artists), and we're gonna finish this for you guys. I hope to have it done before the school year starts again, but I am determined to finish this story.

I promise this story hasn't been ignored, I just haven't known what to do.

I still love you guys D: I'm sorry!