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"Ponyville?" Octavia asked, "I have never heard of such a place."

"That's because it's a very small town, Octi," The grey earth pony who was almost a mirror image of the mare opposite him replied. In fact, the only difference between them was their Cutie Marks. Hers was a treble clef, while Octavian's had a tiny '8' at the bottom (that means he's an octave lower for you musically illiterate), "I'm sure that if it had a large amphitheater you would've heard of it."

"Why are you even going there, Octan?" Octavia asked, "It's not like you have to leave here anytime soon. You're more than welcome to stay here with me in Canterlot."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I can't keep mooching off of my famous baby-sister..."

"Octavian. I'm only your little sister by about three minutes," Octavia replied, "that hardly qualifies me as you baby sister. And besides, mom said to keep an eye on you so you don't do anything stupid."

Octavian frowned, "Yes, yes, whatever you say, dear sister."

"Why can't you just..."

"Look, Octi, as much as I would love to stay here, I can't! Mom taught us both to be cello players, and I can't compete with you. I mean, look at you! You're famous, you own a nice mansion in the center of the city. You can't go anywhere without every single stallion and mare begging for your autograph... not to mention the amount of flank you bring home!"

"Lies! I've only brought somepony home twice in the time you're been here," Octavia protested.

"That twice as many as me," Octavian muttered pouting.

"I just need a play to go where I can be myself. If it doesn't work out, I can always come back."

"Okay, Octan. If that is what you want..." the very eloquent Octavia began.

"It is. And who knows, I might meet my very own special somepony..."

"Ponyville," the ticket attendant shouted, "this is Ponyville."

Octavian stood up and took his luggage from the overhead rack. One cello case, and a small suitcase with all his other peripherals. Octavia had insisted that he bring at least fourteen bow-ties in case he managed to find a job as a musician here in this small town, a very optimistic outlook on his abilities. Octavia was a genius with the cello, there was no doubt about it, but Octavian was good for the most part, just not as good as his twin sister.

Their mother had insisted that they both learn the same instrument, and they had both taken to it naturally. Octavian, however, was more inclined towards traditional tunes. He could imitate anypony on the cello, but when it came to creating his masterpieces, they turned out to be masterful-flops. He just wasn't good at creating his own tunes like his little sis. And at first her was incredibly jealous of her raw talent, but eventually, over time, he managed to get over being so small and petty. One thing they did share, though, was a love for a good rutting.

"Welcome to Ponyville," Said an ash-grey pony standing on the platform, "I see you're new here. My name's Tap."

"Hi, Tap." Octavian looked at the cutie mark displayed on his rear, "What's that?"

The ash gray pony turned and looked behind him, "That? That is a wall."

"No, I meant your cutie mark. What is it?"

"It's a... you look familiar, do I know you?" Tap asked.

"No. Now, about that cutie mar-"

"No, no. I know you. You're that cellist. Octavia, right? Your voice sounds a lot deeper than I imagined."

Octavian grunted and facehoofed, "I've got a sore throat." Octavian was tired of this nonsense, and decided to have a little fun at the Tap's expense.

"Wow. The famous Octavia comes to a tiny town like Ponyville. I guess if you live long enough, you're bound to see some strange things once in a while. So... where do you want to go?"

The musician thought for a moment, "Is there a hotel around here? I'll need a place to stay."

"There is one... but it's a sleazy place that Wlah frequents at..."

"Who?"

"Never mind. Anyway, I'll take you to this motel. It's not bad... it's worse."

Tap led him to the place in question and he was appalled by what he saw. It was filthy, dirty, run-down... and a lot of noises of climaxing ponies emanated from the inside. Despite his better judgement, this was where he wanted to stay.

"Thanks for your help, Tap."

"No problem. Just don't die. I don't want to see your body later."

"W-what?" But his question fell of deaf ears as Tap walked away, the sound of the couple next door banging away was ear-numbing.

Unpacking his things, Octavian looked at what was packed. To his horror he must have brought the wrong suitcase! In this one, he only had two bow-ties, and three cocktail dresses. He picked them up and looked them over. How could he have mistook the two?

A knock on the door interrupted him, "Who is it?"

"Ya need ta pay before ya can sleep here!" a voice hollered from the outside of the brown door, "I'm tired of here ponies ruttin'n'runnin'!"

Octavian peered out of the door and looked down to see a pony glaring at him. This only lasted for a moment before he stumbled backwards in shock.

"Y-y-y-you're that famous fiddle-pony Ah seen in the papers... Octavier!"

"Hm?"

"Well, blow my britches! You can stay fer free!"

At the word 'free', Octavian's entire demure changed. He gave the man his best sultry expression, one that he had seen his sister do a hundred times before, "Well, thank you very much."

The stallion's eyes almost popped from their sockets, "Y-y-you're very welcome, ma'am. Please don' hes'tate to let me know if you need anythin' at all. Anything'."

This was too good to be true! A free night at a motel, with the potential to have more benefits... by imitating his own little sister! This was too good to be true. He closed the door gently, the stallion leaning on the tips of his hooves as it shut in his face. She never did get his name, not that it mattered.

Standing with her rear to the door, she looked around the room. A new dawn of possibilities suddenly lay bare before him. He could do anything he wanted... if he just acted the part of his own sister. No. That's not true. He's have to put that theory to the ultimate test. Looking at the dresses on the bed, Octavian suddenly had a very good, very naughty plan. His face opened up into a wide grin as he picked up the black slip.

"Why should Octavia have all the fun," the stallion whispered as a wide grin spread across his lips, "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I had a little fun on her behalf..."

The electronic beats coming from the club weren't hard to miss. Octavian saw the line and took a deep breath, and headed for the front of the line. She stood there as a huge white pegasus with the tiniest wings eyed him. The way he glared made Octavian feel as if his plan had failed even before he had a chance to start when the pegasus dropped his clipboard.

"You're famous! I know you but I don't! That means you're famous! Yeah!"

"Hey, Horse Power! Isn't that Wil?" a red pony shouted from the line.

"Where?" The huge white stallion spun around, as he did two ponies quickly slipped through the entrance as quietly as possible. "I don't see him..."

Everypony in the line started to snicker and giggle.

He turned around and eyed the line menacingly, "Which one of you fuckers said that?"

"It was Figments!" somepony else shouted.

"Aw! Fuck you, Amit!" Figments yelled as the rest of the ponies were no longer able to contain themselves and burst out into rancorous fits of laughter.

The dark-green pony with the flowing blue mane just shrugged, giving Figments the 'you-better-run-or-you-gonna-get-raped' look.

The next thing Octavian saw was Horse Power chasing Figments off into the distance, the red pegasus laughing his flank off as Horse Power tried his best to catch him. They soon took to the air and disappeared into the night sky, the red pony nimbly evading the larger one's attempts at catching him.

"Octavia?"

Octavian spun around and smiled at the pony who was looking at him, "Yes?" He replied in a falsetto voice, trying his best to imitate his sister's.

"Sorry about this, but I just wanted to see if it's really you. I'm a huge fan of yours. My name is Ridire. Night Ridire," the young khaki green earth stallion replied looking Octavian up and down, his strange yellow-green mane bobbing along with his head. There was definitely impure thoughts going on in that head of his.

"Nice to meet you, Ridire. I'm not sure what to make of all this..." Octavian replied, trying to sound like his posh sibling.

"I positively loved your last piece," Ridire continued ignoring her previous statement, "the way you moved into that solo... it brought tears to my eyes, that's how beautiful it was."

Octavian wasn't surprised. A lot of ponies loved Octavia's renditions. She had a talent that he could not match. She had the ear for that kind of thing, while Octavian could play perfectly, he lacked the insight to create his own compositions. For the longest time it plagued him, but he had started to accept that he'd be nothing more than a musical-copier.

"Well, welcome to Ponyville! This is Berry Punch's place. Best parties in... well, Equestria. We'll make your Canterlot shin-digs look like a filly's fifth birthday party."

Octavian raised an eyebrow at that, "I'll believe it when I see it."

"That was really fun!" Octavian slurred, his speech addled by the amount of booze he had consumed, "I had a really good time, Ridire. Thank you for showing me around."

Ridire blushed, "No, no! It was my pleasure. I just had to apologize for some of my friends. They can be a little... excitable."

"That pink one was certainly entertaining. And not to mention that grey stallion from the station..."

"Who? Tap? Yeah, he's got more than a few screws loose up in the ol' brain department. He's not as bad as Pinkie in some ways, and worse than her in others."

"Pinkie! Oh, dear me, how could I forget a name like that!" Octavian giggled. He had somehow fully immersed himself in the role of his sister and was amazed with how easily it came to him. He was his sister, "And that cute couple. You know, the pony with a strange accent?"

"Who? Rune? Yeah, nopony knows where he picked up that mare from, but they're really happy together. I haven't seen Rune this happy... ever..." Ridire looked past Octavia, "So..." he said slow, a gentle smile on his face, "this is where you're staying?"

Octavian's blood froze, "Er... yes..."

"C-can I come up?"

"Well... okay," the stallion replied against his better judgement.

He led him up the stairs to his room and opened it, letting Ridire into his room.

What am I doing? the stallion thought to himself, If he finds out I'm not Octavia...

In his mind, flashes of scandalous news articles appeared. A confused brother, jealous of his sister's success, pretending to be her and riding on her success. He could see his sister disowning him, telling him to get out of her life and her house, the disapproving looks on ponies everywhere. So, why, oh why, did he bring Ridire into his room?

Ridire walked in and stood nervously by the door as Octavian walked further inside, her mind still going over just how ludicrously foolish this was. Taking a deep breath, he turned around only to see his guest staring at the cello case.

"Can... can I hear you play?" Ridire asked.

"S-sure. I just... I've had a little too much to drink," Octavian replied quietly, "I might not be very good right now."

Ridire sat down and shook his head, "I can't believe that. You're Octavia! You've won three different music awards in three years! You're the most amazing musician to play the cello!"

Despite the compliments he was hearing for his dear sister, Octavian could not help but feel a little jealous. He had never won any awards in his entire professional career.

"O-okay... I'll try." He picked up his cello case and opened it. Placing the point on the ground in front of him, he places the neck against his shoulder and picks up his bow and slowly slides it across the strings. With expert precision, he begins to tune his instrument just like he has done so many times before.

Ridire watched in fascination. He had been to some of Octavia's concerts before, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he'd get a private performance from the legend herself. And in her private room in Ponyville!

"Easy, Rid. Don't let your mind wander. Just relax and enjoy the show," Ridire muttered to himself in his head.

"I think you'll recognize this one," Octavian said and began to play.

The music resonated in his ears, feelings of joy and bittersweet memories flooded through him. Ridire knew this song by heart, he had heard it play over and over so many times before, and just like usual, it was beautiful and played to perfection.

Ridire sat in silence for a long time staring up at the ceiling, his mind blank. Only emotions pulsed through him, and words could not find themselves to describe the overwhelming avalanche of feelings that enveloped his mind. This was and will always be the greatest concert he had heard.

"Do... do you like it?" Octavian asked in a whisper, not wanting to meet Ridire's eyes. He had played one of his sister's greatest pieces as if it were one of her own and had tried to portray the emotions that came with it. Happiness and joy, with a little bit of sadness. 'A song of remembrance', his sister had liked to call it, 'a song to remind of past loves long since faded away.'

"Y-yes. That was amazing. But... can I hear something... original?"

"Original?" Octavian searched about the room, unsure how to respond to that, "But I'm not in the right frame of mind to play something original like that... I would need to spend some time... thinking... I need to find me special... something..."

Ridire leaned forwards and walked over to him, sitting just in front of him on the floor.

"Let your heart guide you... I'm sure that you'll find that special something... here, with me..." Ridire carefully, cautiously placed a hoof on 'hers', and smiled gently, "Just play."

So sincere was Ridire's words that Octavian decided that he ought to give it a shot. And why not? He could always blame his drunken state if things didn't go according to how it should've been. Raising her bow against the strings, he started to play.

It was nowhere as good as his sister's pieces. In fact, it downright sucked. Octavian knew it, and stopped. He looked up and Ridire and saw the look in his eyes and turned away. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to disillusion you."

"You must be under a lot of stress," Ridire said, "your notes were not... flowing like usual."

"I... I know... but it's just..."

Ridire stood up and sat next to her, "It's okay. Sometimes a pony will get into a rut. All they need is a little time to find themselves."

Octavian looked at the khaki stallion in his eyes, "Y-you really think so?"

"I know so..."

Suddenly he leaned forwards and planted a kiss on his lips.

Octavian was not expecting that and quickly pulled away from Ridire.

"I-I-I'm sorry..." Ridire said leaning backwards and looking away, his face crimson, "That was... I'm an ass!"

"I-i-it's okay," Octavian felt her face burn, "I just... didn't expect it."

Ridire snapped his head back to look at the mare, "Are you s-saying..."

This time 'Octavia' leaned in and kissed the earth stallion on his lips. At first 'she' didn't know what to expect, but when Ridire wrapped his hoof around the back of 'her' head, she melted into his arms.

How could he allow something like this happen? What would his sister say? What would his parents say? What would the public say?

But... he couldn't help it. He wanted somepony to be there with him so badly. He didn't realize just how lonely he was until the young colt kissed his lips. But... how could he lie to him? It was cruel to make him think that he was his sister. I needed to tell him the truth. He deserved that much, didn't he?

"Ridire... there's something you need to know about me..." Octavian began.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me later..." Ridire panted, pulling the 'mare' to him, "right now, all I want is to be with you like this."

"O-okay... but promise not to hate me later?"

"How could I ever hate somepony like you?" Ridire asked incredulously, "How could anypony ever? You're the most perfect pony, and I would never be able to hate you at all! Why would you ask me such a question?"

Why was he making it so difficult?

"Just promise me."

Ridire looked at 'Octavia' and sighed, "Okay. I promise. I won't hate you-"

No sooner had he uttered those words than Octavian planted his lips hard against the earth pony's. Ridire, unable to contain his excitement lifted the grey earth pony up from her chair and carried her to the bed. He tried to lift the dress off of the mare, but she held it down over 'her' privates, "N-no... with it on... please..."

Ridire nodded and didn't argue. He felt his penis swell.

Reaching down, the young colt rubbed his erection against Octavian's grundle, searching for 'her' vagina.

"N-no... I'm in estrous... not there..." he whispered, "L-lower... please..."

Steam flared from Ridire's nostrils, "Are you sure?"

Octavian nodded shyly, blushing furiously, "Just... slowly. It's my first time, okay?"

The way 'she' said that made Ridire's heart skip a beat. What did he do to deserve this moment? The goddesses must have been watching over him and his pleas! This was without a question, the single greatest moment of his life.

Doing as he was told, Ridire aimed his cock for Octavian's puckered hole, rubbing the tip of his shaft, allowing his pre-cum of lubricate the entrance. He shuddered as he kept on rubbing it, allowing more and more of his love juice to spread along her hole.

"P-please... I want it inside me..." Octavian squeaked, unable to show his face. With one hoof, he his his blushing cheek, and with the other she pulled down the dress over his manhood also getting aroused by Ridire's advances. Slowly Ridire began to push into him, and the feeling made the stallion groan in pleasure. "Ooh... yes..."

Not wanting to hurt the pony, the khaki earth pony started to move his cock in and out of 'her' anus in quick succession, each stroke pushing it further into her. As he went deeper, the further apart 'Octavia's' legs went.

Octavian had never felt anything like this before. He had always thought it was something he'd never do, but yet here he was in the middle of nowhere, in a small town famous as the dwelling place of the Elements of Harmony, did he find himself not only having sex with somepony, but with a stallion. And said stallion was now penetrating his rear with as much vigor and lust as he possessed.

Why hadn't he come here sooner?

Ridire pushed and pushed until his entire length was buried deeply inside of 'Octavia'.

Suddenly something snapped inside him. An epiphany.

"Quickly! I need my cello!" Octavian said sitting up.

Ridire looked at the 'mare's' face inches from his own, and kissed her passionately, before pulling out. Octavian rushed for his cello and began to play. Nothing. He had lost it. It was gone. Turning to Ridire, he felt angry and frustrated.

"I lost it!" he stated, and lay on the bed again as Ridire slipped his cock in.

Again that feeling. He could hear the notes. See them in his mind's eyes. Play them.

"Again! Stop!"

Ridire pulled out without question and watched as 'Octavia' picked up 'her' bow and began to play. For the first few seconds it sounded magnificent, then it slowly started to fade. Again, from the beginning, the notes flowed with poetic practice, the music saying words and paragraphs without using any actual dialogue. But everything else had gone.

"Sit here."

"W-what?" Ridire asked, a little taken aback by her sudden demand.

"Sit. Here."

That's exactly what Ridire did. He places himself on the couch.

"No, no. Sit the other way!" Octavian whined, "Quickly!"

Turning around, so his penis was sticking straight up, Octavian mounted him letting the cock slide up his rectum right to the base of his shaft. Then, placing the cello against his shoulder, he began to play.

If Ridire thought her music was beautiful before, what he heard was beyond amazing. This was... divine! The way 'she' stroked the bow-strings across her cell-strings made sounds that he had never heard before. Beautiful sounds, notes that were impossible to reach were met with ease and filled the melody with emotion.

But it wasn't without pleasure. As Octavian played, his body moved and slid around Ridire's cock. Each stroke sent shudders up and down his shaft, and up into Octavian. Faster and faster he played, and quicker and quicker went his strokes.

"N-n-no... stop... I'll c-cum..."

That only made Octavian play harder and faster, until his music sounded like a frenzied, angry bee buzzing around a flower garden trying to pollinate as many flowers as it possibly could. Stroke after stroke, until Ridire threw his head back and lead out a roar!

Octavian slowed his pace as he felt Ridire shoot his load deep into his abdomen, the music was coming to a slow and satisfying conclusion, after reaching a climax. It was then that Ridire noticed that he was holding onto something stiff, hard, cylindrical, the end of which was soaking wet.

"Y-y-you're a stallion?" Ridire cried in horror, trying to push Octavian off of him.

Slowly, and carefully, the Octavian stood up, Ridire's cock popping out of his ass.

"You promised you wouldn't hate me..."

"You never said anything about being a stallion!" Ridire paced the room, "Oh my god, Octavia's a stallion."

"No she's not. I am," Octavian confessed, "I'm her twin brother. As a big fan, you should know that."

Ridire stopped and looked at the stallion, "You're Octavian, the copy-cat genius. Ponies say that you sometimes sit in for you sister at concerts when she is ill."

"I've never taken my sister's place on a stage. She takes great pride in her music. She'd never let anypony, even her own brother, try to play for her at her own concerts."

"Then why..."

"I wanted to discover myself! I wanted to be my own pony instead of being her 'copy-cat brother'. I came here to get away from that, to see what else Equestria had to offer. To stop mooching off my own little sister. I mean, what kind of brother am I, letting her pay my way through life."

Ridire stood there silently. "I'm sorry," he replied looking away from Octavia, "but I can't... I don't feel anything for you." With that, he picked up his things, and headed for the door. "Good-bye, sir."

"Ridire, wait..."

But the kahki pony did not stop as he pulled the door shut behind him. Every step Octavian heard him taking led further and further away from him. Each one felt as if a bit of happiness was pulled out of him. The noise faded into the night and Octavian slumped down where he stood and did something he had not down in a very long time.

He wept like a little foal.

"Hope ya enjoyed yer stay in this here town of ours," the stallion at the desk stated, "and thanks for comin' clean about who ya really are. That's mighty horn'able of ya."

"How much do I owe?"

"Nah, nothin'. Don't have the heart. Me and the missus heard yous bawlin' last night, and I'd not feel right with myself if I took yer money after ya been so darn honest. You just mind yerself out there, and know that you got a home here in Ponyville anytime you wanna come back."

"Thank you... that mean's so much to me."

Knowledge of Octavian had spread like wildfire throughout Ponyville. Some looked at him with curiosity, but most were pleasantly surprised at how much he resembled his famous sister. Of course, they were almost identical, so that was obvious.

But no matter how hard he looked, Octavian couldn't see Ridire.

At the station, Octavian spotted the ash-grey pony standing and looking up at the train arrivals and departures. "Uh... hello, Tap."

"Oh, hello not-Octavia. You're Octavian, right?"

"I am."

"Wlah tells us you made some hanky-panky with somepony last night," Tap wiggled his eyebrows an leaned in closer to him, "Was it worth it?"

Despite his strange way, Tap did have a point. Octavian had created a new piece, and it was good. Even by his sister's standards. He looked at Tap and nodded, "It was well worth it."

"I'm happy for you."

"The Canterlot Express will be stopping along platform one. Please make your way to the correct platform."

"Am I on the right platform?" Octavian asked fidgeting a little, his rump was still a little soar from Ridire's pounding.

"Mm-hmm..." Tap toned and nodded.

"By the way... who's Wlah?"

Tap looked at Octavian and smiled, "If you don't know who he is, I think at this moment we should just let that one be. Maybe if you come on back, I'll tell you."

The train slowly rolled into the station. It stopped and the engine let out of long, loud hiss as steam floated up into the sky. The ticket attendant approached her and smiled, "Canterlot, sir?"

"Yes, please."

"Just one?"

"Yes... please." Octavian wondered why he had hesitated at that moment. What was he expecting? There was no way Ridire would just run onto the platform and into his arms...

"Rider!" a voice shouted.

Octavian's heart skipped a beat as he turned around to see... a little colt in red with his mother.

"Wind Rider, how many times have I told you not to run away from me like that? Do you it again and I'll spank you flank silly, you got me?"

"Yes, mommy..."

"Sir?" the ticket attended said louder, bringing Octavian's attention back to him.

"Yes?"

"Your ticket," it was shoved into his hoof.

"T-thanks..." Octavian looked at the ticket in his hoof and then up at Tap, "I guess this is it..."

Tap looked at the stallion, "Have fun back in Canterlot for us. I guess you could say we'll miss your 'mare-ness'."

Octavian couldn't help but chuckle, "Thank you for being so understanding."

"There's a lot of weird shit that goes on in this town," Tap replied, "you faking being a mare is perhaps the most normal. Trust me when I say that."

"I'm surprised that so many of you know, considering how Ridire stormed off last night," Octavian said looking down at the ground, and at his cello case, "I'd think that he'd wanted to keep it a secret."

"With Wlah around, that's perhaps the most impossible thing ever. Nopony escapes him. Nopony. Not you, not him, no one."

"I don't know he is is, but he seems pretty dastardly." Octavian made a face.

"Well, what can you do? Some ponies in this town love that about him. Others... well, they learn to love it. Mostly to provide some form of sanity in this crazy place."

"All aboard!" the station master shouted from outside his office, "All aboard!"

A whistle was blown, and the engine let out a high pitched wail announcing its intent to depart. Octavian put his cello and his sister's bag onto the compartment and climbed aboard. He turned around and hoped...

Nothing.

"What am I expecting..." Octavian muttered, "he made it abundantly clear how much he hated being tricked..."

The station master slammed the door to his carriage shut with him inside. He pulled down the window and kept his eyes on the station entrance. Even after all this, in his heart he still held on that one sliver of hope. The train lurched forwards slowly, then started to pick up speed. Still, Ridire did not appear.

"Bye!" Tap said and waved, "See you around!"

"Right..." Octavian whispered, "As if I'll be back here anytime soon..."

The gray earth pony felt betrayed! He knew that he was being foalish, but he couldn't help it. In that short, one night, Ridire had done more for him then anypony in his whole life! He had given him his own music, taught him how to 'feel' the notes flowing through his mind and body. As much as he hated to admit it, he had completely fallen for that stupid khaki pony, and it hurt him so much to leave like this. But, he had no choice. His life was back in Canterlot.

The train moved away from the station, and Octavian kept looking back towards the platform, the ash gray pony still stood there waving his hoof lazily in his general direction. Still no sign of Ridire.

Then, just as he was about to turn and sit down, he saw something on a hill. Flowers. A huge array of them in the shape of a teble clef, with a small figure '8' at the bottom. He stared as the train made it way around the hill and in large letters written in red were the words, 'Octavia, I love you.'

Sadness fell on the gray pony's face, but before he could shed a tear, a khaki colored pony stood on top of the hill and waved. Curiously, Octavian leaned forwards and watched as the khaki pony seemed to give a sign and three pegasi pulled a large green tarp revealing an 'N' in a white.

'Octavian, I love you.'

Tears did flow from his eyes as he poked his head out the window. The khaki pony waved, and pointed up.

Above him, the clouds were being hastily put together by the same three pegasi. Again, more words. Actually, just one word that changed his whole world.

'Sorry'.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he continued to wave towards Octavian. He kept on going long after he had vanished from sight.

"So?" Octavian asked, "Probably not as good as yours, but what do you think?"

"What do I think? Brother, if you had not performed this for me I wouldn't believe you had made it yourself! Where did you pick up your new inspiration?"

"In Ponyville. I... met... somepony."

"Oh? Who is she? What's she like?" Octavia chirped, leaning forwards keenly interested, "Please, tell me!"

"Well..." Octavian began, "he's not a 'she', first off..."

"Oh my! A stallion?" She giggled, "I didn't think you swung that way."

"Neither did I. Actually, I was wondering if he could come here and stay for a little while..."

"Here? Of course! Anything that'll make my brother happy! I'm so glad for you. This is perfect! Wait till I tell mom..."

Octavian winced at that, "You think mom and pop would be happy to learn that I was seeing a stallion?"

"Who cares?" his sister shouted, "This is great! I've never seen you so happy before, and the way your cheeks blush when you talk about him..."

"Please, Octi, you're not making this any easier on me..."

"You have to let me tease you a little about this. It's is just too cute!" Octavia picked up her cello, "Why don't we celebrate by playing something together."

"Sure! But what?"

"How about our own original piece. You lead."

Octavian grinned, placed his bow against the his cello and started to play, all the while thinking of Ridire on the train coming to him.