The Piano Pony

by Friendlyapples

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Sad
Length: 986

The short story of the piano pony.

The sequence of events of a familiar piano pony and the cellist and how their lives changed, for better or worse.

~This is the second story I've done on here. I made it in a couple hours with no editor. I don't know why I wrote it like this.
It was sort of inspired by Piano man by Elton John and Billy Joel.
Rated teen for mild birth scene.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-22 02:50:06 UTC

Pianopony Is What They Called Him

Pianopony is what they called him. You would see him on stage on a Saturday evening playing a lonely tune, then Sunday you’ll see him playing a church organ. Friday he would always be at the most fanciest parties, playing with the other band members. He loved his job. He would never do anything other than play on his piano. Until he saw her. Her beautiful black mane and silky grey coat was finer than anything he had ever seen.

Then, there was that night. The night that would change his and her life forever.

She didn't want it. It would ruin her career. She can’t travel to different parts of Equestria with a baby. It would slow her down.

But he did. The day when she told him the news he was happier than any stallion on Earth. He didn’t care if had to quit, if anything he couldn't wait to teach his foal how to play the piano and love music. He just wished she would think the same. Two awesome parents who can play and love music, he always dreamed of that. Now he can give his child that experience.

She wanted to have an abortion. She almost went to the clinic that day. If it weren’t for him she would have gotten rid of it. He begged and plead. They both cried. She said she didn’t want this. She’s not ready to be a mother. He said he would help in anyway and that he loved her with all his heart. She gave in.

They fought. She still didn’t want it. The doctor said it was healthy and her pregnancy is going fine, she just doesn't think it’s the right time. She asked to give it up for adoption. He didn’t want this. It was his child too. She can’t just make that kind of decision on her own without him. The fight continued until they finally came up with a solution. He would keep it. After it was born she would move on with her life and he will be the father that he wanted to be.

She ignored it. She did take care of herself and the baby, but she paid no attention to it’s kicks and movements. Once it started hiccuping and when most pregnant mothers would laugh, she got frustrated. He would hold his hoof up to her stomach and feel it kicking hard. He would laugh and asked if it was playing a game of hoofball and she’d just glare at him.

She had a hard time standing on her hind legs to play. Her expanded abdomen made it hard for her to keep her balance. It was bad enough that it was always in her way when she played.

It was time for the big show. She had been preparing and practicing for months and now it’s time. This was a very important concert for her career and nothing was going to stop it. Nothing.

He had another gig at a bar. It was a slow night so he would occasionally drift off in thought. He thought of the baby and of her. He was worried.

It was time for her solo. She slowly made it in front of the stage and sat down on the stool, since she could no longer stand for more than two minutes on her aching hooves, and brought the bow up to the cello. She began to play when the first contraction hit.

He downed his third drink of cider and played another plain tune. The bartender noticed his lack of enthusiasm and asked him what was wrong.

The contractions were getting worse but she didn't stop playing. She could of sworn she heard the sound of something dripping but she ignored that as well.

He left the bar and decided to walk around Canterlot. He felt the need to walk to the hospital but ignored it.

One more song. She had somehow managed to finish her solo and was now sitting in her original spot. The other cellist noticed that she was in labor.

He sat in the hospital's garden and waited. For what he didn't know.

The show had ended she had to leave now. She resisted any urge to push as she was rushed to the hospital.

The sounds of sirens alerted him and he looked up. He saw a carriage pull up and a familiar pregnant grey pony came out. He ran to the hospital entrance.

He stood by her side as she pushed. His ears flatten as she screamed out in pain. All he could do was wipe the sweat off her face and hold her hoof. He cried with her.

In what seemed like forever he saw her. She was so small, so adorable. There was a smile on every muzzle except for one. She didn't even look at her foal. She couldn't because she knew she would fall in love with her. She just sat their and closed her eyes, tears rolling down her flush cheeks. He would say to look at her, but she shook her head.

He held her in his forelegs. He didn't know what to do at that moment. She didn't even see her daughter's face. Is it really that bad?

They would leave the hospital in a couple days. They would never really talk or see each other again. It really broke his heart that his daughter would not have a mother.

She would always hate herself. Even if she hadn't seen her face or really met her she still loved her.

She would never get to see her smile and hear her laugh. She would never get to see her first concert or watch her grow up to be a strong mare. She felt like she chose the wrong path but she knows it's to late to turn back now.