Choices: Sonata

Sonata woke up with a start, the images of Equestria fading from her mind. She still could remember it though, the memories haunting her dreams. Of Starswirl smiling at her, tricking her to play more of his game, until he had enough of her energy to banish all three of them. Her and her sisters, and all her fault.

That’s probably why she now lived in a homeless shelter in the tunnels of the subway, alone. Adagio had almost instantly wanted her to get away, as she could use the odds being in her favor if she were to ever get home. As for Aria.... Sonata shut her eyes. Aria was always a bitch, but unbeknownst to Adagio, the two had actually grown close. She had made her decision too though, at least for now, and went with Adagio.

Not that she blamed her. Sonata had tried offering plans to get back into power, but each one was torn apart by Adagio. Add to that the fact that all Aria had to let her be… her, was the power, and she knew why Aria sought protection, and a more guaranteed way forward.

So now, the blue siren sat in her little corner, and knew she had to go back to bed. If she didn’t, she could be tired for tomorrow, when she tried to go back to Canterlot High, and maybe, just maybe, make some friends. It would mean a lot of choices though; a lot of choices she would probably just fuck up.

As Sonata went to close her eyes though, a message appeared before her.

X: Stay awake, and get ready for school. You want to be there bright and early.

O: You need the sleep if you want to be able to stay awake in class, so head back to bed.

Sonata stood up tall, stretching herself out. On the plus side, while she had packed sparingly for her new life, she still had her jammies. They were yellow, bright as the sun, and had little dolphins that would carry her to sleep each night. Unfortunately, as they’d never been able to stay still long enough to get a special order done on a pair, her massive breasts forced her to keep a few buttons undone, and showed plenty of cleavage. Her jammies were not appropriate for school though, especially since she was extra comfy in them due to the lack of undergarments.

She soon saw though, that something might just disagree.

X: Wear my jammies to school. They’re comfy and cute!

O: Wear the nice, normal skirt and t-shirt that I had planned.

V: Wear that outfit for when Adagio wanted to start riots.

Y: Wear my white shirt with a sun on it as a sign of peace, and some yoga pants. Though, those are tight, so they’re only comfy if I go without undies, and I don’t want to have to try class uncomfortable yet.

Sonata bent behind her open suitcase, trying to use it to hide her body, though it wasn’t very easy. The bottom half wasn’t too hard as she forced the nice, black, tight fabric over her legs, and felt the band smack against her thighs. She hadn’t been able to wear them for a bit, and, as she slightly feared, all the misery from Canterlot High had left her with slightly wider thighs. That, or rummaging through Taco Tuesday trash bins.

Her chest was a different matter, though none of the guys there said anything. They had tried something with the luscious bodied girl before, until they found out that Sonata, having a thousand years to not do much, knew about… all of the martial arts styles. So, they simply enjoyed the show of her massive bosom as it bounced about.

Once covered though, Sonata nodded to herself, happy with her looks. She bent over, stuffing bits and pieces into her suitcase, with a slight sigh as she realized she would need to lug it with her to school. Meanwhile, Hobo Joe, the one who’d shown her the best trash bins to go to, was getting his just reward as the yoga pants outlined her thin cameltoe very well.

It could not last forever though, and the conscious homeless waved their new goddess away as she left for school.

X: If I wait in the front, I can see everyone as they walk in!

O: If I wait in the back, I can make sure only the right people see me, at least before class.

V: It’s kind of nippy though, so maybe I can find an unlocked door in the school, and wait where it’s warmer?

Sonata stood before the statue of the stallion, clouds of mist in front of her face from the cold air. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds at this point, as she decided not to wear a jacket, but she didn’t really think about the repercussions to that as she examined the stone work. If she were honest, she was kind of sad not to see a twelve inch shlong between his hind legs. It would be much more fitting.

X: While I wait, I should exercise!

O: While I wait, I should think, make a plan, get prepared for the day.

Sonata leaned back, looking to the fall sky as she let her mind wander. It would be Winter soon, but the subway was low enough that it shouldn’t get too cold, or so she hoped. What would be worse would be the walk to school, through deep snow drifts, and she didn’t have any snow gear. It would be the first time she would get to play in the snow though. Adagio always had them go south when it got cold. Said it was safer.

She always knew what was safer. Always knew what they needed to do. The only times they were chased out of a place was when they listened to Sonata. Sure, her ideas were fun, but time, after time, after time it had just led to ruin, and harm.

She tried to shut her eyes against the painful memories, but that only made the water building them come together, and she could feel the salty tears creep to the edges of her eyes. If Aria was here, she would mock her for getting so emotional. Tell her how stupid she was being.

By the time Applejack got there, early so she could bring in some cider for a class celebration she had later today, Sonata was curled up against the statue, and only her sobbing told the farm girl that she was there.

“Hey, aren’t you one of those sirens?”

Sonata looked up, seeing Applejack, her head tilted to one side as she raised an eyebrow.

X: Tell her it’s none of her business. Yell at her to go away. I don’t need more pain.

O: Confide in her. Maybe, just maybe I’ll have some dumb luck, and she’ll accept my apology like Luna and Celestia did.

Sonata swallowed hard, her body shaking. She had to give it a shot, at the very least a chance. She didn’t want… no, couldn’t have more enemies. She didn’t know what she would do, even with Hobo Bob back at the shelter. So, she set her jaw, and whispered, “Ye-yes?”

Applejack’s curiosity melted away as she heard the utter misery in the one word, and knelt down. Before she said anything, she reached into the box in her arms, pulling out a fresh, still warm, apple fritter, and a cider for her. “Here. You look like you haven’t been eating well.”

Sonata stared in stunned amazement at the fritter being held out to her. Here was Applejack, one of the girls she and the other sirens had hurt the most with her actions, offering her some food in her moment of deepest misery without asking for anything in return. Sonata stared at the fritter and saw so much more than that. It was a lifeline, a golden sacrifice, an olive branch with a dove resting upon it…

“Well, are you going to take it?”

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a despairing wail, she threw her arms around Applejack, buried her face against her chest, and wept bitter tears of loneliness and regret. It all came pouring out in a jumbled mess. The pain of losing her magic, it being her fault that she and the others had been banished here, the hurtful words when Adagio and Aria turned their backs on her, the desperate loneliness… She wasn’t sure if she was making any sense, but the dam had broken and a thousand and more years worth of loneliness and pain came pouring out.

Applejack, for her part, just listened, patting her on the back as the girl let out the pain. Of course, as she didn’t know how others might react to the siren being there, or for that matter, how they would react to seeing her comforting Sonata, soon led her inside, and into one of the classrooms. There, Sonata was able to let it all out, even as she made the farm girl uncomfortable by nuzzling into her apples.

Unfortunately, Applejack still had to go, telling Sonata that, “It would all be okay if she just tried to make it that way,” before heading to class. She hadn’t heard about the homelessness, as Sonata’s mind had focused on other things, but the words warmed her heart, and she was able to leave the abandoned classroom, and head to her first period, with a smile on.