Buck Club

I would like to thank my good friend ToixStory for editing my story and do check out is story Freeze Frame guys. All original story and characters.

I roamed around my apartment, staring at my collection of classical music-related objects. It had become an obsession and a need to have everything and anything to do with the genre. On the wall hung pictures of famous composers; my plates had neat little designs of violins, cellos, and other instruments on them. The collection grew with every new musician’s catalog that came in the mail at the end of each month. Whenever I saw something clever, like maybe a table in the shape of a cello, I had to have it.

Some would relate this obsession to my cutie mark, a light purple g-clef, though the truth is I got my mark by just trying to play every instrument, and finally hitting upon the cello. While trying to play the others had left me with hurt ears and a bunch of angry neighbors, the cello just came naturally. Its supple wooden curves and long ebony neck drew me into it like none other. I practiced it until my arm grew stiff from holding the bowstring, and eventually found that I was good. Real good. But then came the rising popularity of “electronic music,” and suddenly my talent had an expiration date.

To keep myself from taking an axe to the many producers and musicians, not that I would ever call them that, I had to settle with turning my apartment into a shrine to classical music. It pleased me, to an extent, and really that's all that mattered. But to be able to be able to pay for all of it, I had to have a job.

I worked for a free music downloading company that sent its minions to many parts of Equestria to record the musicians live shows. I, regretfully, agreed to be one these ponies.

But more on that later.

"No, you cannot die from insomnia," the red maned, orange coated doctor told me.

I had been waiting in his office for over an hour just to hear those words. The room was full of young fillies playing and screaming. Now, normally I am a well mannered and low tempered pony, but with lack of sleep I felt like I could yell so many obscenities at them that I would have made a sailor look like a gentlecolt.

"But I feel almost nothing now...I could already be dead," I said tearfully,"Isn't there something you could do or give me?" I was practically shaking in my seat and stuttering from the anxiety.

He gave me a look of indifference and said,"No, you need natural, healthy sleep. Get some exercise and drink herbal tea." He got up and began to walk down the hallway.

It took every ounce in my being to not buck this douche in the teeth. Restraining the anger in my voice, badly, I said, "Come on, I’m in pain here," as I followed after him.

He turned around and said,"You wanna know pain? Go down to First Church of Celestia and see the ponies with Avarian Cancer. That's pain."

Bewildered by this statement, I shrugged and trotted out the room.

That night I sat in the meeting room of the First Church of Celestia staring at the other ponies in the room, each of them wearing a name tag. They all had pained looks on them while they listen to one of the colts talk about his daily struggles.

"I...I can't even go into public without somebody saying something nasty about my appearance," he said trying not cry."I even try to take them as jokes, bu..."He started crying.” It hurts so much sometimes that no matter what I do it just gets under my skin." He put his head between his hooves and cried some more.

An older-looking mare stood up, hugged the colt, and then looked at everyone with a touch of empathy and said,"Sharing a personal event in your life takes courage, and with that gives us all the courage to reflect on our own pain. Everyone please thank Rusty for sharing his story."

"Thank you, Rusty," we all said in a droned unison

"Now I would like everyone to pair with somepony and really let yourselves go. You'll feel so much better after you do." She gave a caring smile to everypony.

With that said, everypony got up and chose their partner, until it was only me and Bon Bon left in our seats. She got up and started to walk towards me. Her wide tearful eyes, slow, carefully placed steps, and her massive bitch wings made it almost impossible to move. I got up to meet her halfway, if only to help not strain herself too much.

Being a somewhat strong earth pony, she picked me up and pulled me into an hug before she started crying. She had been an Equestrian sweets-eating champion; it had taken her no effort to gobble down cakes faster than the Wonderbolts could fly. The only mare she says that came close to beating her was a pink pony who had seemed to be on crack 24/7.

"... I had special potions made that would help me digest faster,” she sobbed. “C- Come to find out they were meant for dragons! I could digest diamonds, for Lunasake.” She shuddered. “They disqualified me from the contest and all my friends and family looked down upon me with shame; they won't talk to me anymore and I lost all my bits on the bet I made on the competition." She cried even louder after this and buried her head into my shoulder.

Ponies with this kind of honesty make me sweat nervously.

After what seemed like an hour, she pulled away and looked at my name tag. Sniffing some more she said," Go on...uh, Minty,” he sniffed. “You can cry, too."

She started to pull me in and I resisted at first, but then something took control of me. It was like being pulled through the black gates of Tartarus. Utterly and completely silent abyss. I let her pull me in and I just let loose. All my frustrations and anger came out in tears on Bon Bon’s chest.

When I had finally released all my emotions into one cry and looked at Bon Bon's chest, there was a perfect wet outline of my face in her coat.

"See, don't you feel better now?" she said with a sympathetic smile.

All my life I had ponies smile at me, but they were all fake. Until today, when I meet Bon Bon; that smile warmed my insides and started a slow release of the demons I had.

That night, I passed out the instant I got into bed.

Fillies don’t sleep this good.