Author's Note

Welcome to a random drabble of clop dredged up from my harddrive and the year 2015. It is short and pointless, but it exists.

Bath

Octavia sighed as she sank down into the warm embrace of her bath. The delightfully hot water cradled her body, wrapping her in its gentle embrace. Steam rose from the oversized freestanding tub that occupied the middle of her home’s bathroom. “Mmhm,” she murmured as she let herself be fully immersed, only her head visible above the sudsy water.

Gazing skywards, she had a perfect view of the nighttime sky above Ponyville through the skylights. A few fluffy clouds rolled lazily through the dark heavens, the twinkling stars appearing to dart playfully behind them. The moon, grand luminary it was, reflected back a gentle radiance that blanketed the world around her.

Peace. Quiet. Calm reigned supreme while Octavia luxuriated, basking in the slight radiance of the few candles that she spared to illuminate her personal indulgence. Her musician’s ears detected nothing save the quiet buzzing of cicadas and the lapping of the water. Perfect.

Her eyes closed, leaving her to lounge in blessed darkness. With a long exhale, she let go of the stresses and problems of the day. The stress of making it to three separate rehearsals, gone. The pain in her feet and back from standing all bloody day, whisked away. The unexpected rush to the store so she could buy a new set of strings for her bow, evaporated. All of the thousand little annoyances and problems that accumulated like a weight on her back, simply set free to disappear off to wherever they went when she stopped caring about them.

At last, empty of stress, she simply floated. Darkness around her, quiet and solitude filling her ears, and gentle warmth enveloping her. Only one thing still disturbed her relaxation; a simple, niggling thought in the back of her mind. Taking root in the fertile soil of her quieted mind, it swiftly bloomed into an undeniable need deep within.

Her elegant fingers swiftly sought out the center of her urges, wasting no time in sliding inside her nether lips. Moistened and eager, her flesh offered little resistance. With masterful skill, she played herself as smoothly as her own cello. Tapered digits ran over electrified nerves, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. All too soon, the playing reached a crescendo ending in a climax. With a final shudder, the symphony died away into static and then into silence as every fiber of her being twitched in unison, releasing all of the built-up tension in one sudden moment of bliss.

Panting and chest heaving, she let her head dangle over the edge of the bathtub. Little shakes and shivers kept playing along her body, the afterquakes of pleasure, but the need was satisfied. A smile grew on her lips as she gazed at the stars above.

The afterglow of release mingled with the heat of the water soaking into her skin, luring her downwards and inwards. Her eyes closed again, and this time nothing disturbed her peace as she drifted slowly away from thought and awareness.