Broken, but Still Standing

The first sensation that I felt, drawing me from my sleep was lips upon mine. I didn't bother to open my eyes. I knew who they belonged too. Who would have known that shy girl here was such an innocent kisser. I've kissed loads of stallions and mares, all of which were fighting for control, often making the kiss long and hot, but this kiss was none of that. Her lips didn't move against mine. Her tongue wasn't shoved into my mouth trying to get as far down my throat before I could gag. She was giving me the most simple kiss any pony could give another, and yet, it caught my breath as if it was the first kiss in my life.

It was only when her mouth left mine that I opened my eyes, seeing the smiling gray mare staring down at me.

“Good morning Viny~” She cooed, blushing slightly.

“Good morning Derp~” I replied, grinning broadly. “What a night, right?”

She nodded. “I'll be honest. I didn't think you were ever coming home. Something happen?”

My brain kicked into overdrive as I remembered Octavia appearing and flipping my world on it's horn.

“No.” I lied, relaxing. “Just met up with an old friend.”

“I should get breakfast going.” Derpy said after a few moments of uncertainty of what to do or say next.

“Oh, I thought we could have breakfast in bed.” I smiled. Before she could inquire more, I drew her into a deep kiss, this time showing her what passion I have for her. Subconsciously, my hoof started to slide down her chest, crossed her stomach to her neither regions. She pulled away from the kiss, causing me to halt my progress.

“Please?” She asked, ears folding back in embarrassment. “I-I am pregnant, so...b-be gentle.”

I nodded, and she closed her eyes, relaxing as I bit her neck softly, my hoof completing it's journey.

Now I won't say much about it, but let me state for the record that I fully consider myself as the mare that popped her cherry. Sure, she was rapped before, that's what it was, but rape doesn't count as some pony's first sexual experience. That being said, it was the first time I've taken any pony's virginity, and it was a strangely pleasant, but saddening experience. It was saddening because she was no longer as innocent as she once was, and that could not be undone. She had now laid with a mare and from the moans, she enjoyed every moment of it.

So, after sex, shower and coffee, we sat at the kitchen table, chatting about nothing really. Just enjoying shooting the breeze.

“Oh, Vinyl,” She held up a cd with sharp pen script. “I found this yesterday while you were gone. I didn't know you played violin.”

I blushed. “Yeah. That was years ago, but I still dabble every so often.”

“Can I hear?”

The question hung in the air for a moment.

Now, something I have to explain about myself is the amount of effort I put into hiding my life from the would.

You see, the buckers that make up the whole Celestia Damn Equestria are the kind of shit heads that will take everything good they hear or see an exploit it in what every way they see fit, as long as it will make them a few bits. Every bit of self respect and dignity I once had, was striped away after I left the world Octavia had brought me into.

Since then I've created a new persona. I am no longer that mare. Fact is, I've even dropped that shamed mare's name and took on Vinyl Scratch, leaving Viola Lovestring dead in the gutter. Octavia may have given me proper training in the in the Violin, but I was taught a little by my mother, which is why my cutie mark was music note, but because I had such a unique style, the note was backwards.

It would be after my father tried to keep me home and I ran away before I'd put my mother's training to practice, by playing on the road sides and street corners to make enough bits for food, and maybe a place to stay. After years of doing that, well into my teens, Octavia Melody, as I knew her, saw me, heard my talent and took me in, literally giving me a home. She had me learn with her, at some fancy music university for gifted ponies, and I excelled, until father tracked me down and I had to leave.

It wasn't long after, while playing on a street corner, that some big shot heard me play. He told me that he was a big name in the record industry, and that I had the talent he was looking for. So, for weeks, I recorded for him. He gave me room and board and all was well. That is, until he came into my room one night and tried to get into bed with me. I...I almost got raped. I was only saved by the fact that in the short time my dad was able to keep me home, he taught me a few self defense spells and moves.

After I was able to get away from that creep, I found out that all my recordings were never sold under my name. He'd slap his name on it, and was making thousands off of my hard work, and because he controlled the master copies, there was no proof that he'd done anything of the sort. I learned then not to trust any pony.

“Vinyl?”

I blinked, looking into Derpy's face. “Maybe latter.” I looked down to my coffee. “I'm not feeling up to playing right now.”

Derpy got up. “So, what's on the schedule for today?”

“Well,” Gulping down the rest of the hot liquid, I stood up, ready to face the day. “If you're willing to do the shopping, I've got some work to do to prepare for tonight's gig. Boss stallion says if I can keep the nights going like last night, he'd give me a raise when he can.”

She smiled, making my whole world light up in a glow. “Then go do what you can. And don't worry about leaving a shopping list. I've run a kitchen before, I can do it again.” She shyly added. “For you~” making me blush madly. A peck on the cheek and I was out the door, with my electric violin in hoof.

I won't bore you with unneeded details, but for the next month, that's how our lives went. It was great. I had a special some pony, a job, I did see Ocavia from time to time, but I hadn't forgiven her for the coffee shop talk. But, everything was going so good, I almost forgot my own worries about my father and Derpy's sorrows because of Diamond Bright. For once, life was good. A blissful dream that reality could not break, and my life felt complete.