Mixed Melodies

Epilogue

A certain white unicorn awoke the next morning to a slat of light shining in from where nopony had closed the bedroom shutters and repressed a shiver from where she’d slept in the nude. What the hay had…?

Then it all came flooding back far faster than she’d have liked it too and she bolted upright, untangling herself from the bizarre position she’d been laid to rest in. The beautiful mare she’d done so many amazing things with yesterday was snuggled in next to her… or she should be, at least. There was only a long pony-shaped indent in the sheets next to the only pony physically in the bed. Her mind continuing to overflow with memories of the previous night’s decadence, she pushed her thick mane from where it hung partially over her face and hastily rubbed her red eyes. Where could she have…?

But in the next instant, all was reassured. Vinyl’s ears flicked instinctively. Jade’s voice, easily heard over the sound of the shower running, carried through the bedroom wall. DJ Pon-3’s lip quivered and a knowing smile began forming on her face. Jade, having clearly taken the liberty of slipping off while Vinyl still slept to get a likely much-needed shower, was belting out a song raucously – specifically, Canterlot Calling by The Clop. Vinyl’s grin spread wider across her face as she sat on the edge of the bed and listened. Despite being a phenomenal guitarist, Jade’s voice was absolutely awful, screechy and jarring. And Vinyl loved everything about it.

She sat alone a moment longer, thinking to herself. ‘Wow. Can't even remember the last time I slept with somepony. But DEFINITELY can't remember waking up with somepony!’ Laughing to herself, her mirth only increased with another thought: when you’re a C-list celebrity struggling to hold onto your apartment, conservation of water is often essential… by any means necessary.

Vinyl chuckled out loud and hopped off the bed, nodding her head to Jade’s “singing” as she made her way from the bedroom towards the bathroom, totally awake now. She was happier than she’d been in a long time, certainly her best in recent weeks. She’d found somepony who she could talk to, trust with secrets, and get a kick out of listening to as well, both vocally and musically. And the sex was great. That too.

She smirked and gave herself a quick slap on the flank just to get the juices flowing for the day ahead. First things first. It was time to take that singing and turn it into a duet.

The End.