- Morning Exercise -
Bright rays of sunshine pierced through the curtains in Octavia's bedroom, lighting everything in a bright golden glow. Octavia rolled over onto her side, trying to turn away from as much of the sunlight as possible. Her head felt like it'd been run over by a freight train, and the last thing she needed was sunlight.
As much as Octavia tried to ignore it, the sun wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and her bedroom was only growing brighter as the morning passed. Octavia trudged out of bed, stretching her arms over her head as she walked past the empty bottles and cans that littered her room. She reached over for her towel, digging it out of the pile of clean but unfolded clothes that were heaped up in the corner of her room.
Everything was a mess. The only thing left untarnished by trash and neglect in her entire room was her cello, which rested safely in its case next to her dresser. Octavia didn't even want to look at it.
Octavia dragged herself down the hall to her bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her before she stripped down. Placing her nightshirt and panties on the floor alongside her towel, Octavia glanced at the mirror, looking away quickly before she could see too much of the dark bags under her eyes. The sound of running water calmed her nerves, and it wasn't long before the tub was filled with warm water.
Octavia eased herself into the tub, letting out a contented sigh as the water reached up to her neck. Its warm embrace was soothing after such a long week, and she felt as if she'd crawled back into the safety of her mother's womb, away from all of the stress and anxiety she'd feel at any other time.
The gentle caress of Octavia's hands running up and down her thighs was relaxing, and she let out a soft whimper as her fingers came up to trace the outside of her vulva. She closed her eyes, leaning back as her fingers brushed up against her inner thigh.
The water was still comfortably warm when Octavia made up her mind. Snaking her fingers up between her legs, she let her digits slide up and down against her pussy lips. Her off hand reached up and grabbed hold of her right breast, pinching the hardening nipple between her thumb and index finger, rolling it between them.
With her right hand, Octavia slipped her fingers into her vagina, gasping at the sudden intrusion. The water splashed a little as she started kneading her breast, moving her hands in time with one another. Her face turned into a deep shade of scarlet, and she didn't even try to stifle her moans.
"Oh Celestia!" she cried out.
Pulling her fingers back out, Octavia began to vigorously scrub her engorged clit. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, hitting the bathroom floor as she became more and more animated. Names started to slip off of the tip of her tongue. Faces she could barely remember tied to mares and stallions she hadn't seen in half of her lifetime. None of it mattered.
Octavia's mind played out a dozen scenarios for her. An old friend's penis was inside of her, remarkably similar to her own fingers, but with her eyes closed she couldn't tell the difference. Then it was an old flame's legs bent around hers, rubbing their clits together like back when she was in college. Every face and every name came with a new sensation, all of it playing out in her mind as if it were real.
Octavia's fingers dipped in and out of her vagina, her hips thrusting upwards with more and more force, her needy moans and whimpers growing louder by the second. She could feel the heat rising in her groin. She could feel the need to be filled with something, anything. Octavia ground her pussy against her hand, no longer trying to be precise, only concerned with the friction it gave.
It didn't take long for Octavia to climax. She squeezed her hand between her legs before her body seized, her mouth opening to let out a loud growl. Her vision turned to shades of violet as her long awaited orgasm finally took hold of her.
Panting, Octavia finally calmed down. She laid back in her tub, her fingers still buried deep inside of her. She panted, struggling to catch her breath. The water calmed around her, and Octavia slowly drifted off to sleep.
- I -
The sound of frying batter was all Octavia heard as she prepared herself a stack of flapjacks. Her hand moved mechanically, shoving her spatula between the pan and the pancake whenever she need to flip them.
The sound of the radio playing in the background reached her ears. Octavia could hear her own cello adding its voice to the army of classical instruments performing the night prior. Octavia pushed her spatula down on her pancakes, holding them in place as they browned, then burned. She held them there as they turned black and the room started to fill with the scent of burning batter.
Finally pulling them off of the pan, Octavia threw them into the garbage can. She reached back onto the stove and pulled the pan off, throwing it into the sink and not bothering to clean it.
The symphony grew closer to its climax, the sound of a hundred instruments playing in tandem. Octavia walked into her living room, listening to every note. She moved her hands like she'd seen her conductor do the night before, closing her eyes as the sound came over her.
Then she heard it. The entire band jumped in, playing a large, sweeping tune, a tale of a hundred lifetimes summed up in five minutes of performance. Octavia grabbed the radio, throwing it down and watching it shatter against the hardwood floor. She screamed, grabbing her ears and pulling them down as she fell onto her knees. Tears streamed down her face as she cowered.
The radio was silent, but the song never left her ears.
- FIN -
