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Last moments

By OrwellRedenbacher
Created: 2024-10-19 20:52:12
Expiry: Never

  1. A short vignette about an agonizing idea that's been worming its way through my brain for months now.
  2. >You draw in a slight, wheezing breath and exhale it with great pain
  3. >An IV bag hangs over your pet bed, your collar hangs limply at your neck like an amulet so as not to obstruct your labored breathing
  4. >Your loving master of fifteen years, closest confidant, and dearest friend; Sam, sits at your side and softly pets your back
  5. >It's an unfortunately small comfort, you're dying.
  6. >Dying of pretty much everything, in fact. You're the last one.
  7. >Burnt String, your sweet little sister, was lucky enough to go out from a brain embolism two years and thirty-six days ago.
  8. >"Crump?"
  9. >Your name is Crumpled Cup. A sad name for a sad mare that was, very briefly, made happy again when she was allowed to occupy this body
  10. >Your tongue and vocal cords falter a bit, but you manage to eek out a response
  11. "Y-yes?"
  12. >"Are you scared?"
  13. >You give her a pained smile
  14. "More sad than scared. I've already been reborn once, who's to say I can't go for two?"
  15. >You try to laugh, but it just hurts like hell, so you stop
  16. "I... wasn't meant to last. I had hoped Stringy would outlive me, she always made so much more use out of her body despite being an earth mare"
  17. >Sam sniffles a bit, you can tell she badly wants to break down and cry too
  18. >You have no doubt she will once you close your eyes for the last time, she's grieved long and hard for Burnt String.
  19. >She's still grieving, even now as she preemptively grieves you.
  20. >"I had hoped we'd all live the rest of our lives together, I don't want to be without..."
  21. >She loses her composure momentarily, a sharp sob exiting her lips as she scoops you up and hugs you
  22. >Your body is in no condition for it, but it doesn't matter now, you're perfectly happy dying in pain if it means she can pull some comfort from your body while it's still warm
  23. >You don't in fact die just yet, and the pain quiets down to a dull roar after she stops squeezing you
  24. "Love you, Sam."
  25. >"You're the light of my life."
  26. "I'm like..."
  27. >You pause for a few minutes, taking in the silence as you look into her eyes
  28. >You laugh, finally, letting the pain settle deep inside your gut and get comfortable
  29. "I'm like one of those goldfish at the fair. Or one of those hermit crabs with the painted shells at the beach shops."
  30. >You nestle into her shirt a little bit, it's soft cotton. Her boobs feel nice, as they always do. Your keeper has a very good body
  31. >You continue, finally.
  32. "Beautiful, damaged, not meant to last."
  33. >That one too breaks her, the two of you sob together, momentarily
  34. >and then quiet down again, no sense wasting your final moments together
  35. "Will you bury me under the garden next to Stringy?"
  36. >She sniffles and laughs
  37. "Silly, you know you can't use cups as fertilizer because of the wax lining"
  38. >You have no idea if that's true, but it gets the two of you laughing dorkily
  39. >"But yes, I will if you won't object to it."
  40. "I want it... the idea of being with her forever is a comforting one"
  41. >"Consider it done then"
  42. >You let out a slight sigh
  43. "Will there be a funeral?"
  44. >"It'd be too high-profile... remember what happened with Gadget's?"
  45. >You do. It's incredible how insensitive people can be about the dead
  46. >"We deserve better than this world."
  47. "Maybe we'll end up in Equestria after it."
  48. >"Maybe."
  49. >You're getting tired again, as Sam and you both know that you're not going to wake up again if you pass out at this point, she's been brewing you coffee to help you stay awake
  50. >"I'll make some more coffee"
  51. "Actually, uh... this is a bit selfish of me but I guess it is a last wish..."
  52. >"A-already? I... I wanted to say so many things! We never got to... I never..."
  53. >Seeing the woman who eagerly took the lead seamlessly in countless domination scenarios stutter like you and String were probe to when you first came here is strange
  54. >You smile at her
  55. "I know you love me and String more than anything. I know you're probably not going to get another pony as long as you live. I know..."
  56. >You sniffle
  57. >You know String was always her favorite, if only by a small margin
  58. >You know that her father molested her
  59. >You know that she dealt drugs in college to pay the bills
  60. >You know that she stood by the ledge of a tall building once and nearly stepped off
  61. >You know innumerable things about her, and now all of them will be lost
  62. >How her hand feels running through your mane on the top of a breezy summit
  63. >How her fingers feel inside your body
  64. >You know innumerable things about her, and now all of them will be lost
  65. "Like tears, in rain."
  66. >You remember Stringy eagerly chasing you around the yard, laughing and hollering
  67. >The little smirk that betrayed nothing during poker
  68. >The way her felt, short fluff felt against yours, pressed in close
  69. >Her failings as a student, then as an artist, then as a human
  70. >Same as you, so close
  71. >The way the little tag on her collar jingled up against the two loops of metal that held it in place
  72. >The unspoken language in your eyes says it all, says your love for her, your empathy for her scars, her empathy for yours, both of your grief
  73. >The deep connection that feels as if it is wired into every failing organ, the few healthy cells that will soon be dragged down with them
  74. >Her eyes say it too, you try to give a passing thought to every good event you've ever had here
  75. >There are too many...
  76. "Can you take me to bed? Tighten my collar? Hold me tightly?"
  77. >You wipe the reservoirs from your eyes
  78. "and pretend like this isn't goodbye, because it isn't. Because we'll meet again."
  79. >and so, you're carried like a leper to bed. Wrapped in comfy sheets, held close with a snug collar, and read the start of a children's story about orphans
  80. >You're in pain, but as comfortable as you could possibly be as your eyelids fall and you slip into the wake of sleep, and then into the thick molasses of that which lies beneath
  81. >It almost feels good, your senses freeing themselves from you, your all succumbing to the sensation of nothingness
  82. >Somewhere far above, wavering voices call and respond:
  83. >"Night, Crumpled."
  84. "Night, Sam."

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