Silence filled his mind, as he kept dreaming about things of his world. Mark had been unconscious for who knows how much. Those dreams were about his family, many members of them had already died, but some of them still lived as he was gone.

However, those dreams were pushed aside as he felt a pair of soft mounds on his arm.
…

That certainly was weird. As he pondered about it, he suddenly felt another pair of soft mounds… and another one and another one.

As the sensations increased, he started to move, trying to get off whatever was on top of him. As he kept moving, he felt a huge weight on top of him, preventing him to move even an inch. As much force he applied to his movements, the weight was too much.

Groaning, he simply opened an eye lazily to try and see what was that things preventing him from moving. It simple to say that he didn’t know if he regretted ever opening that eye, or if he took the chance of his life.

There, lying in a large bed on top of him, was at least half a dozen of mares sleeping peacefully on top of him. Most of them with a big´pair of breasts that almost hypnotized him. Instead of just staring and try to think logically, he did the first thing on his mind.
“WHAAAAAAT!!!”

The two princesses were sitting in a table, enjoying their breakfasts, made by their personal chef. Everything was calming and soothing as they enjoyed the soft melody provided by an enchanted cello and a violin.

That was until a loud scream sounded through all Canterlot.
“WHAAAAAAAT!!!”

Luna simply shrugged while sipping her tea, still as relaxed as before the scream. Celestia just stared with a concerned gaze to the window.
“That sounded like Caeruleo.”
“Don’t worry, dear sister. We’re pretty sure that he will be alright.” Luna said, not really giving it any attention.
“I hope so, Lulu.”

Mark simply stared at the six mares who woke up at the sound of his voice. They were, to put it bluntly, naked. However, they didn’t seem to care. Mark could see that it was because they were still a bit sleepy. They simply rubbed their eyes to shake off some sleep on them wile yawning lazily.
“What time is it, Lily?”
“I don’t know Cherry. It must be like seven in the morning...”
“It’s too early, isn’t it?”

Mark simply stared at them with confusion on his face. He always woke up at seven A.M. (or at least tried).

After a few moments, his confusion was replaced with a mix of curiosity and fear, as all the six girls suddenly focused on him, their tired looks replaced with sly smiles and half lidded eyes.
“Oh, master. I see you’re awake as well...” One of them said, the one who he knew as Lily.
“... Umm… Master?” He asked, his mind still not working at all.
“Oh, yes. You are our master… and we are your slaves...” The second one, known as Cherry stated as she crawled upper over him until her breasts were placed in front of him. “... And as such, you can do whatever you want with us...” Using her forearms, she pushed her breasts together, giving him something more to stare at. “Anything.” She added lowly.

Mark’s white face instantly lost his white color, being replaced with a furious red which covered most of his face while on his mind, he started to hear a kettle whistling. More subtle was his little “uprising” starting to get up.
“Hey! No fair, Cherry! You said we all should tend to him!” One of the other mares pointed as she, too started to crawl over him.
“Step back. I got to him first!”
“First!? We all came in here together! Did you forget about it!?”
“Of course not! But we all know that he likes me more than you! Right, Master?” She turned her head, still with that sly smile which was immediately erased as she noted something missing. “...Master?”

Outside the room, Mark simply breathed heavily as he tried to get his mind out of his lusty haze. First, they started to try and get into his… sheets… and then they start to fight over him.

It was something that he simply couldn’t stand. The next part, he simply didn’t understand what happened. One moment, he was overly stressed at the situation in front of him, the next he feels a strange sensation as he wished that he wasn’t there, and the next, he’s out of the room.

Leaning against the wall, he started to feel more relaxed, not noticing his lack of clothes (Fortunately, he had his underwear on, but only that). His relaxation was broken as he heard some clothes being dropped behind him.

Daring to turn his head, he saw a maid looking at him with wide eyes. Unfortunately for him, there was also a hint of lust on them.

Groaning in annoyance, he simply turned to her.
“Don’t ask, please.”

The mare nodded shyly as she started to walk away, only to be stopped by the prince.
“Wait, please.” The maid turned to him, giving him her full attention. “Could you bring me some clothes, please?”

After a few minutes, Mark sighed as he was fully clothed again. However, there was another problem at hand…
“Now, how do I get out of here?” He asked to himself as he looked around, only to face with a corridor almost exactly the same than the one he was standing on. Shrugging, he just started to walk in a random direction, seeing where it would lead to.

However, his steps came to a stop as his ears were graced by the distinctive beautiful sound of a piano being played. His mind returning to the few moments before he fell asleep. He remembered the location of the piano, the maid playing it and more importantly, the door leading to the exit near of it.

With that in mind, he walked away, following the music.

Almost ten minutes later, he arrived at another hallway, very resembling to the ones found earlier. However, he also noted the music sounding stronger, meaning that the piano was near.

In a quick inspection, he found the door from which the music was sounding. Opening it, he was greeted by a very familiar sight: the very same maid who he met the day before was sitting in front of the piano. Her hands moving with such delicacy over the piano tiles, creating a music which could only be described as beautiful.

Almost hypnotized by the music, he closed the door behind him quietly, giving his full attention to the mare in front of the piano. He took a few steps forward, fully enjoying the music. However, the music came to an abrupt end as the mare finally noticed him.
“Ah! Master! I-I didn’t hear you coming...” The mare stuttered as she got up from the seat and started to walk backwards. On her face, a look of fear. “... Please, don’t punish me. I know you said that I should never touch the piano, but-”
“Hey, relax.” The prince interrupted her, cutting her apologizes. “Do you remember what I said yesterday?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Well, I meant it.”

The maid simply blinked in confusion once more as she wondered what she just heard. However, she simply nodded her head, trying to understand.

As for the prince, he turned to look at the piano with interest, for it seemed somewhat old. As he kept watching it, a voice from another maid shouted.
“Scarlet! Can you come to help me, please!?”

The mare now known as Scarlet turned to leave, before excusing herself from her master, leaving him alone. With the mare gone, Mark simply sat in the piano’s bench and looked closer to the tiles. However, as his eyes trailed the whole instrument, they fell upon the music sheet. He started to watch it intently as he felt his hands moving by themselves.
“... I’ve never played a piano before. Wonder how it would be like?” He thought as he touched a tile with one finger, causing the piano to let out a single note. Continuing to do so while his mind wandered to his past life, where he had heard beautiful melodies played in piano, he then added another finger to the playing, now touching two tiles.

It soon became three tiles at the same time as he absentmindedly thought about those melodies. He suddenly found himself patting his fingers in a certain rhythm.

Suddenly, his ears were filled with sweet music of a melody he didn’t know. However, that wasn’t what caught his attention, but the fact that the music was coming from the piano next to him. Turning his head, he gasped as he saw his hand moving smoothly on the piano tiles, playing a simple but relaxing tune. As he saw this, his mind was filled with images of his hands moving through the piano, playing melodies. Multiple ponies teaching him were shown, as well as some images of musical notes were displayed on his mind.

As soon as he saw them, the images vanished, leaving him with a confused feeling of dizziness and tiredness.

However, as he turned his eyes to the music sheet, his mind almost exploded, for he suddenly understood it. He knew what tiles were each note and other stuff from music. Stuff he didn’t know before then.

Not knowing what to do, he simply shrugged as he decided to give it a try. Deciding for one of his memories of his past life, he decided to play it.

The maid known as Scarlet, having finished her work, decided to go back and see if the piano was free. In the past, the prince had told her not to touch it in his presence. But now, he said it was alright for her to do it. It certainly seemed rather odd.

Just as she was about to open the door, a melody sounding somewhat sad but soothing started to sound. Opening the door, she saw the prince in front of the piano, playing the soothing melody. He seemed to be heavily focused on his playing, for he didn’t even turned an eye to her. Taking a seat in a couch next to the piano, she listened to him intently.

The more she listened to it, the more she started to like the music made by the piano. However, her eyes soon fell on the prince, whose face seemed quiet and calmed as he kept on. She started to watch him more intently, forgetting about the music. She started to note how handsome he was, and how quiet and charming he seemed to be at that moment. It was a part of him that she hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Suddenly, her attention was taken back to the piano as the prince started to play faster in a different tune. As he did so, his eyes finally opened to see the maid sitting in there. The maid stared at him intently, hoping for the better to happen. That was confirmed as the prince simply smiled at her kindly and kept playing.

Eventually, the song came to its end, and Mark opened his eyes as he thought about what had just happen. In a sudden realization, he blinked in surprise.
“I know how to play the piano.” He said to himself, forgetting about the maid next to him.
“If I’m allowed to say so, master… you play it beautifully.”
Though he was still confused by it, he simply gave her a small smile.
“Thank you.”

The maid nodded as she turned around to leave, only to be stopped by the prince.
“Hey, what I said before about you playing the piano? I meant it.”

The maid almost squealed as he told her so, but managed to compose in time to just bow to him and thank him. With that, she leaved the room, leaving the prince alone to collect his ideas as for why in a sudden moment, he learned how to play the piano.

Author's Note

The song used for this chapter is Moonlight sonata, by Beethoven.
I'd recommend you to listen to it while you read this. It make the reading much more relaxing.

Passing to more important matters.
As I'm pretty sure I've already tell you about my new job, the story will suffer several delays in relation to the usual time it took me before.
But once again, I assure you that this story won't have the "cancelled" tag on it. By my life, I promise to finish this.