Pleasured Viscera: Whispers Beneath The Boards

Octavia. Luna's cries, Octavia.

"Where's Octavia...?" Lily cursed, trembling sick with hollowness.

Ditzy. Celestia's rise, Ditzy.

"Who's Octavia?"

Lily woke and shivered, amassing knives and winter's maw, retching every which way to curse the day. She lurched in dry-coughs against her own perception of pain. Itching, fucking insects all over ate her coat away. The mare lashed and screamed her bloody shriek, watching stars fall. To know Eden and watch it over the wall: that was life's greatest cruelty.

"Octavia... Octavia..." We whispered, crackling our pipe low and grained, but never blooming.

Shrinking.

Limp, we lay.

Drinking...

Drunk, we'd stay.

We saw her coat like stonework gallop in, wide-eyed and swollen at first-glance. Her hair was long as we third-met, watching stargazers crush and falter.

'Lily...! Lily, who did this to you-!' I heard her shake, holding our cheek chest-pressed and stressed with little more than rest.

A needle in my arm. A weakness in my form. Fault. Iridescent madness why did you eat my soul away. Can't I be happy. My body itched and worse, her heat made it all sickening; legion in my marrow licking and brushing like the Night Stallion. He was her and Octavia became my nightmare, clenching thick, iron legs over my sickly body.

'Did you think I'd let you go...' I heard him grin, wolfish and mounting like my first.

My first.

Did I know how to feel.

I let him do it. I let him inject me didn't I. I was weak and Lily died that night. We strained to breathe, gasping for hot air as the nurses and doctors rushed in. They were springing, jittery ponies and griffins. Each one let her soothe me, not my Master, but an angel licking my lips. Sweet comfort. Sweet comfort in lover's past.

My left foreleg stung imperceptibly, just about the elbow portion.

'We need anti-psychotics, flushing agents and clozaril! Stat-! And get that fucking needle out of here...!' Octavia, ordered, in her coat of white.

'Yes, Doctor Brazen..!' The world faded, making me... sleep.