Author's Note

Welp finally another chap is out, university really is taking a lot of time.

Just a reminder for all of you.
Elijah is a hypocritical person, just in case that you didn't notice it.

With that said go with the chapdurrr!!!

My (not) usual morning

It was another normal day of my life in Equestria, and when I say normal; I mean the typical day when you realize that you are stuck there forever without the slightest hope of returning to your home; but that’s my problem not yours and I shouldn’t bother you with them; besides I don’t think you would care. As usual; I was taking my breakfast at the 8 A.M of the morning, my meal consisted in a bowl full of cereal and milk with two fruits as an extra, but as you might expect I was bored.

I took care of all my ‘responsibilities’ by burning them to a crisp and I kind of regret my actions, despite I didn’t want to work this month, because without work I figuratively don’t have a purpose to keep my mind occupied. Yes, I know that I still need to work in obtain information and recruits for my little revolution with the night Princess but I don’t for the obvious reason; I don’t want to draw any kind attention. And now that I don’t have much to do aside from wake up, eat and sleep, I just started to think that I need a hobby that is ‘acceptable’ to the society eyes; but before I need to finish my breakfast.

As the routine order, I bring another spoon full of cereal mixed with milk towards my mouth and slowly start to munch, the loneliness of my kitchen (also my house) allowed the cracking noise of the cereal inside my mouth sound vividly; but I didn’t care.
At least that sound was giving some form of life to my residence.
Fucked up mind, fucked up thoughts…

‘Dammit all…’

Now that I started to think clearly again, I recalled that a year ago I used to have lessons of music with a certain grey mare; which her name I believe was Octavia. Nice gir-errr-mare, I admit that.

She might be willingly to restart the music lesson with me.

But the mere reminder of what I did to her bring a deviously smile to my lips…

And cold, let’s not forget cold as an adjective.

*Flashback*

It was an afternoon of October of my third year in Equestria my new house in Canterlot had 3 months of life by then. For some reason I really wanted to learn how to play an instrument and the best teacher would be Octavia Melody, one of the best musician in Canterlot; of course that cost a lot of money but let’s just say that Twilight managed to get me money from the royal treasury (or the tyrannical treasury) and judging by her fake smile that day she hated what Twilight forced her to do.

(Another reason of how she opted to take revenge on me)

Inside were the both of us, seated in the living room one in front of the other and each one of us had cello. But Octavia wasn’t pleased with my presence, she became more irritated; yet she still came to give me lessons no matter how was my behavior she was insistent, frankly she was doing it because if she would’ve managed to teach me then her reputation would have received a boost not only in Equestria but in any other nation. Such reputation would have been enough to be invited to play in front of other kingdom leader, but as you might know back then I wasn’t really right on th head to say at least. A lot happened to me and its consequences still plague my mind but now I can control them (or that's what I hope)
The third year in Equestria had marked me for life, in that year I discovered the truth, I was forced to stay silent or die, my house was destroyed and the few items that I had to remember about my home and to add the cherry to the cake; I WAS RAPED. So yeah I don’t know why I asked for lessons if I was that sick.

‘’Sometimes I wonder if your claim to love the music to the point to had sex with it’’ Okay I will admit that I was plainly being an asshole and stupid.

As always she face’hooved’ and let out an exasperated sigh; expressing her contained annoyance and also frustration.
‘’Elijah this has been the fifth time that you have ‘lightly’ insulted me and the musical arts’’

My head choked a bit ‘’Is that a problem?’’

If you didn’t know, Octavia was/is a noble of the highest ranks but she decided to make her own fortune by herself rather than wait to receive her part of the inheritance like most other nobles do, and for that she has now (present time) my respects, but back then I didn’t respect anyone; and for try to uphold my reputation of the ‘good’ guy...Well… the remains of it… after the incident with the three fillies pretty much drowned most of my reputation, I had to isolate myself until I considered that was able to fit in society again.

Octavia mask of indifference slowly started to break ‘’Of course is a problem, you are wasting my time’’ Then she crossed both of her forelegs as she huffed.

‘’Time which is pay per hour, if I might add’’ I refuted

She became silent as her face showed a blank expression; because she knew that it was true but she didn’t give up without a fight ‘’But still my point stands, bits involved or not I could be doing better activities rather than wasting to your lost case’’

‘’Such insult!’’ For some reason I acted incredibly stupid after she said her reasons’’ I don’t see any problem, because I’m perfect’’
And that how Octavia lost her nerve

I didn’t heard a thing what she shouted at me, my mind was wandering at that moment to be honest.

Also I didn’t care

Only after she finally stopped her rant, did my throat only let out a laugh. She was confused at first but soon her confusion became a mix between surprise, fear, shock and anger when I stood up from my seat. The instrument was in my lap, you are smart enough to deduce what had a date with the floor.

Before she could shout at me (again) with both of my hands I picked her up and placed on my lap after I took seat in the nearest sofa, everything passed too fast for her to comprehend the situation that was happening to her; her eyes were clearly readable.
Aftermath of the short series of the events did she speak ‘’Elijah, let me go’’

I ignored her demand and with my right hand I slowly caressed her belly; doing circular motions with my fingers as in time in time I scratched certain spots of her exposed belly making her squirm and helplessly attempt to get out. Her muzzle was flushed but she tried to get away when her eye lids closed in pleasure.

Now that I think better she kinda reminds me of Twilight when I do the same to her.

Octavia just let it happen, she was enjoying it as she tried to get a better position on my lap; such a pity that for some reason my mind just had a small shut down sending the command to my body to abruptly stand up. She met the floor with a thud by the way.

‘’Why did you-..’’

Sadly (for her) my mouth spoke first.

‘’I don’t want to learn how to play an instrument’’ I made my way to the door ignoring her reaction which probably was shock with a pinch of anger, when the doorknob was at my grasp I immediately pulled it and opened the door to her.

‘’Get the fuck out of my house bitch’’

She became speechless.

*End flashback*

The spoon filled with cereal stopped mid- way to my mouth when the thought about my self control reached my mind.

‘I can take better control of myself’

Besides it had been almost a year since that little accident so she might have forgotten about it or she forgave me, in worst of the cases another belly rub would calm her down so a letter is in order.

*Riiiiiing*

My head shot upwards, I never expected somebody to come to my house. Even Pinkie tell me in advance that she will come. Then Luna was out of the question, she would never press the ring bell of my door. The only reason of why she used the ring in our ‘date’ was because I told her to don’t use magic. I was silent with my thoughts, as the doorbell ringed again.

‘’Who it is?’’ I half shouted.

I received no response from the door.

*knock knock knock*

I was growing uneasy of the situation, and that’s something which I not like at all, I would rather be back on the operation table and Luna there to torture me again because I would be able to deduce the outcome of that situation…

Great I’ve developed masochism too.

As I realized another part of me that didn’t want to know I quickly went upstairs to grab the morning coat from my closet and put it around me before I made my way to solve the mystery of who was behind the door.

My hand felt the cold touch of metal coming from the doorknob, my hand clenched around it warming the material as I twisted it and pull the door inwards, for my dismay the visitor resulted to be the one I didn’t want to see on SATURDAY.

‘’Oh, hello darling I hope that I’m not interrupting anything’’

‘’…’’

‘’…hello, Rarity’’