Half Past Octavia

April 14, 2012

The day started off flawless, the sky was without a cloud, the sun was still rising over the horizon and the birds were chirping a happy-go-lucky melody. I opened my eyes and stared down at the foot of my bed as the simple blue sheets just stare back at me. I grabbed the end with my hand and tossed it from on top of me to sit up with a yawn and then quickly check my calendar. “Saturday morning? At least there’s a spot of good news.” I managed through my yawn, my words sounding slightly contorted. Saturday meant no school, which was a miracle for me as I was a Pre-Med student at Jansford medical college in New Jersey. It was a dormitory college in Clifton, though it wasn’t the most prestigious it was pretty good none the less and we even got our rooms all to ourselves. Thing about that was visitors were never allowed, so it was always pretty dull here. I got up and walked across the room towards my computer, the laminate wood floor absorbing the heat from my feet making me shiver.

As I plopped down in my swivel chair I turned on my laptop and the Windows logo materialized on the screen and after another moment the screen changed into a background sprawling with color, several equally colorful figures in it. That’s right, I’m a brony. Those figures were not the mane six though; they were actually the most popular background ponies of the show. This was because honestly I like the background ponies more than the main characters of MLP because they’re so unknown. I always liked mystery, even if it is minor like the personalities of the six background ponies that’s why I wanted to be a writer but my mother said it was a waste of my talents and that I should go into something that I had a future in which was medicine. I hate my major but what else can I really do? I can’t just drop everything and disappoint my mother.
I stared at my screen for a moment inspecting each pony one by one.

First Lyra, her sea foam green coat was stunning. Next was Bon Bon, her rather original multi colored hair was quite the sight. Then Vinyl Scratch who I always rather liked…she seemed like the pony I wish I could be as a person. After was Ditzy Doo, or as many call her: Derpy Hooves. ‘Still as charming as ever,’ I thought to myself. Derpy’s image was the one before her censorship which was honestly how I preferred to remember her as. No amount of complaining soccer moms could ever change that. Next was Doctor Whooves, the long suspected pony timelord crossover of the show ‘Doctor Who’, I had to admit that his cutie mark was a bit convincing. And finally my eyes fell upon the last pony, her smoky coat and soot gray hair beautifully maintained. I always kind of admired Octavia; she was talented, professional, and well dressed. Even if the only clothes she wore was her bowed collar. ‘I guess I’ll watch the new episode online.’ I thought to myself as I pulled it up and began to watch.

“Dear Princess Celestia…” rang Twilight’s soothing voice from my computer as it always did at the end of each episode. Once it ended I closed my laptop and stared at the wall, what else was there to do today? I hated my profession so it’s not like I’d really do anything around campus and most likely my friends were with their parents or something. “I think I’ll get some food at the cafeteria.” I whispered moodily to myself, after all I was kind of getting hungry. I walked to my door and opened it and then closed it behind me, making sure to lock the door before setting off down the hallway and striding down stairs. As I opened the glass door leading outside, I inhaled the smell of the outdoors. I never really liked being outside but it was so nice out even I couldn’t find something bad to say.

I began to walk down the cement path through the campus garden, it was the best shortcut I knew to get to where I wanted to go but as I neared the fountain I heard a crunch under my shoe. Curious I lifted my foot and looked at the bottom and there I saw a crushed snail. I didn’t feel bad, after all it was just a snail not anything to really mourn about. Just as I was about to put my foot back down a loud boom went off in the distance sending every bird for miles rocketing from their perches and the sky began to flash an ominous pink! The unexpected phenomenon made me loose balance and fall to the floor. “Shit!” I exclaimed remembering the snail. “Is it ‘cause I killed a snail?!” I shouted out loud. There was no answer, only continued thunderous noise and the pink flashing heavens. I had to say, I was scared shitless! ‘Is this the end of the world?!’ I thought to myself frantically. ‘Oh no, no, no, no, it can’t be! I’m still a fucking virgin!’ I screamed in my head as I starred at the sky wide eyed, ‘cause that fuckin’ sucks. But soon the sky’s pink began to fade into a light lavender and then was normal once again, not a cloud in the sky and the sun still shining.

As I gathered myself, the random aroma of fudge began to tickle my nose. I love fudge but after what just happened I wasn’t too keen on staying outside but where there’s the smell of food there’s sure to be people and maybe someone knew what was going on. I began to run through the lightly wooded portion of campus, ducking under branches and stepping over roots following my nose to the source of the smell until I reached a clearing. What I saw was the last thing I’d ever have expected. The clearing was pretty scorched, like if lightning had struck leaving broken branches, scorched tree trunks and ash. However in the midst of the chaos lay a woman. She looked untouched by whatever happened here but didn’t seem to be moving. As I crept near, I saw her in better detail. She was beautiful I had to admit, she was light skinned with dark gray hair, almost black that seemed to come down to her mid back and seemed very well kept aside from the leaves and twigs inside of it from her being on the floor. She was wearing an elegant and expensive looking tuxedo, her collar adorned with a feminine pink bow.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!” and hollered as I rushed over to the woman and shook her by her shoulders but she did not respond, her hair strewn about as I shook her. I set her down and quickly took out my cell phone to dial 911. I sent the call but it didn’t go through, whatever that was earlier must have knocked out the phone towers. “Time to put that Pre-Med training to good use…” I sighed to myself before dropping to my knees beside her. “Call 911, get the A.E.D.!” I yelled towards the campus as my CPR instructor told us to do. I preceded the grab her tuxedo by the edges and rip it open and then grab her dress shirt under and rip that open also. I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing as this beautiful woman’s chest was now revealed to me…she wasn’t wearing a bra! She didn’t have the biggest breasts ever but at least a B cup I assumed.

Despite this I had to pull through as I began compressions, placing two hands between her boobs on her sternum and blushed even harder as I felt them rub against my hands, feeling her warmth creep up my arm. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7-” I cut off as I did the thirty compressions, once I finished I pressed my lips against hers and blew. As we made contact I hardly thought I couldn't blush any harder until I tasted the soft supple flavor of her lips. They tasted like Jasmine tea one of the few flavors I actually enjoyed. By this point it was pretty safe to assume that it wasn’t my jeans that made it look like I had a stiffie as they are notorious for. I did this for the required five cycles, but on the fifth cycle something that I hardly expected had happened. As I blew into her I felt something long and wet slide into my mouth.

My eyes widened in shock as this was the last thing I expected, this woman was French kissing me! I felt her tongue dance inside my cheeks as it slid up and down my own tongue. I just couldn’t help it, I closed my eyes and kissed back with great vigor…she was so beautiful. After a moment her eyes fluttered open while we were still kissing revealing her deep violet eyes as they looked at me groggily but then they shot open in shock. I felt her tongue yank out of my mouth and her pull away with a loud gasp. “Oh my Celestia, what ARE you doing?!” she screamed, her voice sounding as if she came from a high class society; distinguished and professional. All I could do was stare at her with the worst poker face I have ever done in my life.

To be continued…