"AAACCCHHHOOO!!!" Cryon sneezed. Hard. Like somepony that had caught a particularly vicious cold. Now the problem with this theory was mainly centered around the part where Cryon, the Immortal Alicorn Brother in charge of freezing tundras, winter storms, and generally making shit as icy as the Ninth Circle of an extra-dimensional Hell, was not the type of pony who should be capable of getting a cold. And yet, he appeared to have acquired one.

Your view settled on the sneezing alicorn colt as he sat on a large plushy dark blue pillow with light blue frills at the edges, bundled up in a large white and blue diamond-patterned blanket with cyan frills. And he was, quite frankly, not looking too good. His coat had paled, his eyes had stopped white misting and acquired a sort of glassy look, and he looked a little... smaller. All of that, added to occasional sniffling, and he really didn't seem to be in too good of a shape.

He let out another loud-

"AAACCCHHHHOOOO!!!" Sneezing heavily again, then sniffling, and letting out a low groan... before shaking his head, and looking up to you with blinking eyes.

"Ah, hello 'sniff' watchers." He greeted simply, pulling the blanket closer around him.

"I apologize that you must see me in my current state, however between recent events and the Star's 'cough cough', ahem, timing it is unavoidable. In any case, I can say with 'sniff' empirical certainty that the Tree of Harmony is dangerous to interact with for the Host. Please avoid having the a-a-ACHHHOOO!!! 'sniff' Host approach it. In his current state he'd have no hope of resisting it's purifying effects. As for the 'cough cough' ahem, timeline, I have placed it at approximately three weeks after Tirek's attempted coup and magical draining of 'cough cough' Equestria. I say attempted because, as you may have noticed, he failed miserably. I hope that gives you suitable information to-to ACCCHHHOOO!!! 'Sniff' make your decisions." Muttered Cryon, before coughing again, and letting out a miserable sigh.

"Ugggghhh..."

"Okay! Here it comes! Big brother's fix-me soup! Guaranteed to melt the insides of lesser ponies and fix the insides of greater ones!" Came the cheerful voice of Pyrus, as a large black iron bowl, filled with a bubbling red soup with heat-waves pouring up out of it and distorting the air, floated into view surrounded by a magical red aura, black iron spoon resting in the super-heated mixture. Cryon sighed, closing his eyes as his brother stepped into view right after the bowl, his fur red and all the molten iron gathered around his legs with a sliver covering his chest.

He tucked his legs underneath himself as he sat down, folding his wings against his back, and looking to Cryon with a grin as his red aura moved to the black spoon in the bowl, and began to stir it.

"Brother please, we have company." Muttered Cryon as he scooched back a bit on his pillow, drawing the blanket further around him.

"Buck'em." Replied Pyrus calmly, not even sparing you a glance as he levitated the spoon out and guided it towards Cryon's mouth.

"Now come on, open up!" He spoke, overly cheerful, as Cryon petulantly kept his mouth closed, glaring at the offending liquid gathered on the spoon.

"No." Muttered Cryon plainly, moving his head to avoid the spoon. Pyrus sighed as he kept the spoon moving with his brother's head, staying close to the lips.

"Now little brother you know-"

Through Our scrying into the past, We have come across a promising Evil which escaped a while ago. In the timeline that We are observing. What can you tell Us about he who is named Tirek and his brother. What about the rest of their species?

Pyrus's ears twitched, as Cryon turned his gaze back up to you.

"Focus on the que- a a-a-ACHHHOOOOO!!!" Cryon's words were interrupted by a sneeze, the Pyrus calmly levitated the spoon out of the way of, before taking the opportunity to jab the spoon right in to the open mouth.

"GMPH!" Exclaimed Cryon as the unpleasant mix entered onto his tongue, and traveled down his throat. The spoon popped out, with Cryon sticking out his tongue and making a disgusted face at the taste, apparently the super-heated liquid causing no actual pain but tasting pretty bad.

"Heh, I know I know, it's no fine cuisine. Still, it's good for you! Burn that magical affliction right out!" Spoke Pyrus with a grin, before levitating the spoon back into the bowl.

"And Tirek ain't one of ours." spoke Pyrus bluntly, apparently addressing you, as he began stirring the liquid mix once more.

"Agh, hmmm, brother... further explanation..." Cryon muttered, giving him a slightly chiding tone. Pyrus sighed, then turned his gaze up to you, giving you his attention.

"Alright, you want to know about Tirek? I'll tell you about Tirek. He's an overdominant thug who consumes all energy and power he can to make himself stronger. He's a manipulative and selfish backstabbing buck, and he got that way with no intervention on our part. I mean none, not even the subtle shit we usually do to guide ponies on the road to darkness. Didn't even know the bucker existed till he tried to move here." Spoke Pyrus plainly, before looking back down into the bowl of red-hot lava soup, stirring it thoughtfully, and sighing audibly.

"He also broke out without our help. We don't put our chips on him and we don't want him in the game. Why? Because as evil as he is, he isn't part of Equestria. If he got his way, broke out, drained the magic, blah blah blah, he'd stay for... what? Maybe a year? Probably not that long, before moving on to the next magic-buffet. He's a parasite that sucks his host dry and looks for a new one. He'd leave Equestria with nothing, instead of acting as an evil tyrant and properly oppressing it's inhabitants." Pyrus brought another spoonful up, contemplating it for a few moments.

"And without that oppression they'd... recover isn't the right word, but deal. They'd get used to the lack of magic powering them, rebuild, reform, and manage. It's not a recipe for evil, it's a recipe for duller and less interesting. And does that have some potential for lasting misery, would it be better than the shit we have to deal with now? Yeah. But Tirek's more of a last resort than the Host is, and the Host is a pretty last-mile down to the wire bucking resort! Both because of all the shit I just said, AND because he'd be a personal danger to us to, what with his magic-draining shtick. Oh, and Scorpan's his brother... and apparently a pansy who sold him out and went home or something. But whatever." Spoke Pyrus, shrugging as he levitated the spoon towards Cryon's mouth.

"And- GULP uuggggghhhhhh..." Cryon visibly shivered as the spoon entered, before shaking his head, and looking back to you.

"And his homeland is a barren waste separated by many oceans from Equestria. He sucked it dry before embarking on his attempt to drain the next most magically empowered land. Before Tirek's actions, his home HAD been the most magically rich area in the world, as far as I could determine. He was actually far more imposing immediately after draining the magic there than when he acquired the magic from all ponies. Left to his own, I believe Tirek would likely devour all magic in the world, and then eventually whither into nothing. The magic he takes does actually deteriorate over time."

Brothers, I know this may seem like an odd question, but does the star spell check our messages before they are relayed to the host? I point it out because one incorrectly changed word may alter the meanings of our infuence. But mainly I point it out because IT AUTO CORRECTED MY BLOODY NAME!!! I AM NOT PYROTECHNIC THE RED! I AM PYRO THE RED! SCORGE OF THE ETHERAL!! GUARDIAN OF THE FIRST FLAME!!! CAKE DECORATOR EXTRAORDINAR!!! Can you make THE STAR ACTUALLY CHECK WHAT ITS CHANGING BEFORE IT MOCKS ME AGAIN!?

-with kisses PYRO THE RED!!!

Pyrus blinked. Cryon blinked. The brothers looked each other in the eyes for a few moments, then both looked back up to you.

"No." They stated in unison, before Pyrus added on.

"We can't make it do shit. Check what you're telling it I guess." Spoke Pyrus, shrugging, as the spoon levitated back down into the bowl.

( Hey Pyrus! Know any good Napalm recipes I might be able to get the host to use? And if he can't use them can I? I have an uprising of humanoid plant creatures hear blabbering about equality and freedom. It's quite annoying since they seem to be developing a resistance to my fire breath. Not total mind you it's just that they make a lot of noise when they're on fire and my migraine prefers it when they just disintegrate like they used to.

From one fire demon to another.

Pyro the Red.)

"The Host can't handle my recipes. And I don't really give a buck about your problems." Stated Pyrus bluntly, as the spoon stirred in the bowl, before coming back up with the red liquid bubbling on the end.

"Brother please, have som-so-a-a-ACHHOOOOOOO!!! 'Sniff' Uggghhh... some manners..." Muttered Cryon miserably, earning a sympathetic look with a tinge of worry from the larger alicorn, before he sighed out slowly.

"Fine." He muttered as he levitated the spoon into Cryon's mouth, who had stopped resisting despite the taste, and accepted his brother's superheated medicine.

"I know a million recipes for a million fiery substances of varying kinds. Also a lot of shit about metallurgy and forge-work." Spoke Pyrus thoughtfully, moving the spoon back down into the bowl and stirring as he spoke.

"Most of the mixes I've created in my own body, using myself as a crucible. But stuff like this little heal-all fire-mix is made mainly from a mixture of sulfur diluted in Chimera blood, sprinkled ash from a Dragon's corpse, magma from pretty much anywhere you can find it, and then a few Phoenix feathers and a piece of eggshell from both a Phoenix egg AND a Dragon egg. For alicorns like us, it's medicine. For any and everypony else, it's bucking magma burning through their stomach. So, just make a huge cauldron of that and pour it on them I guess, or, y'know, get a damn weed whacker. If flames stop working use something else. Or even just go combustible, feed them a lot of fertilizer then ignite the area."

(We are once again honored by your responding to us from across the rift. We shall continue in our given task, and ensure evil returns to Equestria once more. Also, I'm glad you enjoyed the mead...I didn't think yours would freeze though Cryon. I will keep an eye out for any further dimensional tears...it's funny, no matter how many times I tell people I can't drink alcohal, they continue to send me more of it to fill the wine celler, it might as well have some use beyond cooking.)

(On an unrelated note. Scrying has revealed a stable portal linking two dimensions in the Crystal Empire, would it be possible to repurpose it into a "shortcut" into Tartarus?)

With Respect

Nomad

"AAACCCCHHOOOO!!! Um, ahem, you are quite welcome Nomad. Thank you for your continued support and- 'Cough cough' ahem, and it is quite alright. I do tend to have a rather chilling effect on those around me..." Spoke Cryon with a light smirk, a glint of pride in his eyes. Pyrus chuckled lightly and moved another spoonful to his brother's mouth, Cryon taking it in and grimacing as he swallowed once more.

"Ugh... Ah yes, the portal. We do know about it's existence."

"Brother's tapped in with the wavelengths of the universe, he notices when shit like that pops up." Spoke Pyrus with a smirk, going back to the bowl stirring.

"And in theory it is possible to repurpose it. In practice however the energy it takes to create a portal between dimensions in the first place is immense. There is 'cough cough' no telling what might happen if you attempt to alter the stable link. While it may, potentially, be converted into a more general and useful teleporter for your uses allowing backdoors into places like Tartarus or other locations of importance, it could also potentially shatter the universes it has been attached to if not handled with care. And it would require equally immense amounts of energy as created the portal in the first place to test this theory. It is a novel idea, however the danger is not something to be overlooked. Approach with caution."

(brothers can lets say let the host find a dark dragon or more likly an egg dragons are powerful in a rights granted at times they are very stupid and prideful, or a demon that escaped the hell pit before it was desicrated with the holy works of mortals.)

( Pyrus even if it takes millions of lives and years the tarlutas will be freed of the the holy sluts of good evil most have back its true home and army o hate.)

host you are swred right now, and lets face it females are unknow to you so let your marefriend help you because she can help you, on a side note if you fail i will use your soul to become a demon to replace you welp.

Lord Scoro Demon of the warp

Pyrus raised his right eyebrow.

"... ... Thanks for the attitude, but I'm not waiting a million years to get a throne again. A million lives is fine. As for the rest of that, yes it's possible to find dragons and dragon eggs, all infernal creatures are locked up in Tartarus, and I aint' gonna address that last part."

(To the Brothers Malefic,

I am unsure what the mutation rate of the Star normally is, however thirteen mutations in a week [well, six days], seems to me rather rapid. Not that it's per se a bad thing but I'm curious as to whether the Star could "lose control" as it were. That is if a sufficiently potent fuel were added could the Star just start throwing out random mutations and turn our pawn into, well, this, basically.

Archivist)

Pyrus and Cryon both furrowed their brows.

"This? What is THIS?" Asked Pyrus incredulously as he lifted the spoon out of the bowl once again. Cryon furrowed his brows.

"Wait... Ah, I see. Alter your eyes brother, fringe-wavelength setting." Stated Cryon calmly. Pyrus gave a slight nod, and closed his eyes for a moment as the spoon moved into Cryon's mouth... then Pyrus opened his eyes again, brilliant red again, though this time they seemed to be almost vibrating in his sockets as he stared up at you.

"Whoa... ... ... that thing is bucking awesome." Stated the alicorn appreciatively, giving a little nod.

"Chaos spawn? Warhammer 40K... I'd better start looking this shit up." He muttered, before looking back to Cryon.

"I'll field this one bro." Stated Pyrus simply, before looking back up to you, leaving the spoon in the annoyed smaller alicorn's mouth.

"The initial mutation stage is supposed to be rapid, so don't worry about it from a pure amount perspective. In fact, you want to get a good number of mutations going early on. It's not going to be long before he hits the next stage and when he does it'll get harder to make new mutations in him. The fuel thing's interesting though... The first Star didn't need fuel to affect mutations, it just did it whenever it bucking felt like it. This time around though, looks like the Star's mutated itself to need fuels to affect further mutations. Not sure why honestly, kind of intrigued to see what it's end game is." Spoke Pyrus, a slight smirk appearing on his face along with a glint in his eyes.

"Anyways, don't worry about it. From a pacing perspective. From a what-do-you-do-to-this-shit-head perspective yeah... worry about it. That creature you showed us, which is a bucking beast by the way I want one, is a very possible result of screwing with the Host too much. You lot can play with his genetics like a cat with a ball of yarn. You can drive him absolutely bat-shit bucking insane, and also make him into a bucking freak! If you go overboard, you can make him into a bucking mutant monster nutjob! With that said, and I kind of hate to admit this but credit where it's due, you haven't been developing the Host like that. So far he's an idiot, but an idiot with social manipulation abilities around a lot of other idiots. His combat skill's got a lot to be desired... even in the Everfree, he hasn't gotten anywhere near enough practice with his shit. But he's got a pretty good base with several options, so he's actually got some good potential for bucking ponies up. In short, you've got a manipulative buck who'll probably be able to kill ponies well. So... you haven't screwed up yet. Way to go." Spoke Pyrus, giving you a grudging nod.

(Also here's a thought. If we have the star infect just one other would it be possible for you two to influence that subject while we keep a hold of slate? This would allow our organization to have two game changers while not having to divide our attention between slate and who ever he infects. Just a thought....

Your fiery friend

-Pyro the Red.

Pyrus blinked.

"... ... ... I actually have no bucking idea. Bro?" He spoke, turning to Cryon and levitating the spoon out of his mouth with a-

POP!

As Cryon licked his lips with a sour expression, then shot Pyrus a sullen glare... Before looking back up to you and clearing his throat.

"Hm 'sniff' ... ... Quite possibly yes." Stated Cryon after a bit of thought.

"If the Star split itself into another pony with an open wavelength, then it is very possible that I or my brother might be able to act as influence. Of course, one of the reasons that we assigned the Host to you in the first place is that we could distance ourselves from the Star and avoid detection. You are beyond the scope of this veil, the denizens within cannot reach out to harm you. We are within, and very much within the reach of Equestria's defenders despite our precautions. If we take control, we also open ourselves to risk... Despite this, it is an... enticing idea." Muttered Cryon, brows furrowed. Then he blinked.

"A-a-AAACCCCHHHHOOOOO!!!! ... Ugggghhh... 'sniff'."

(To the Brothers)

(My lords, I bring to you a question of some importance to an upcoming goal. I am aware that the Everfree is, in a sense, alive. My question is this; just how conscious is the forest, scale of 1-10?)

(On an unrelated, but familiar, note. Another rip in space/time showed up today, and this one is semi-stable. I do not mean to be presumptious Lord Pyrus, but since your throne is...out of reach, I've sent you a temp. It's forged of Stygian Iron, has blood red velvet cushions[fireproof], a cup holder, and it reclines. For Lord Cryon, I apologize for the mead freezing, though I am glad you still enjoyed it. The chalice I am sending you is enchanted to keep any liquid inside it at a fixed temperature, which can be adjusted with the red and blue jewels on either side of the cup. To top this off, a barrel of my finest wine for you to split.)

(Nomad)

KAPLUNK!!!

The sound came from out of view, causing Pyrus to blink, then turn his eyes away, wide, looking out to his right.

"... ... ... Well buck..." He muttered, moving the spoon back down into the bowl, and getting up to his hooves, before walking out of sight towards his right. Cryon blinked, looking in the same direction.

"... Interesting..." He muttered, before coughing slightly, shaking his head, and looking back to you.

"And to answer your question-"

"THIS THING HAS A CUPHOLDER! WHY THE BUCK DIDN'T I MAKE MY OLD THRONE WITH A CUPHOLDER!?!?" Came Pyrus's shout as Cryon's right eye twitched.

"The Everfree forest is as alive as any other forest. The trees are independent living creatures, as are the plants and animals. They are not connected by any kind of hive mind, but do share a sense of place."

"THE CHALICE FITS IN THE CUPHOLDER! BUCK YEAH!"

"The creatures within vary in sentience. Some are extremely intelligent trees, and some are extremely stupid mammals. But there is no one standard for it. There are however stronger elements that exert control over others. In a way, it's the same as anywhere else in the world. Of course, far more savage and to my likei-"

"IT RECLINES! CRYON IT BUCKING RECLINES!!!"

"Yes I do believe that was mentioned. In ANY case... I apologize for not being able to give a more definitive answer, however the truth of the matter is that one does not exist. Some parts of the Everfree are more intelligent and conscious than others, and while many parts are controlled it is not all united. But it is all alive."

"YEAH! LET'S BREAK THIS BARREL OPEN AND GET AS CLOSE TO DRUNK AS IS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE BRO!!!"

"'Sigh'"

Greetings My Lords,

Recent, for me, dimmensional dissruptions have closed the rift I found. As such, the gifts sent will most likely by the last from me for some time. I am unsure at this point if our scrying has anything more of note, but we recently observed the unlocking of new powers for Twilight and the now former Element Bearers, as well as the forming of a new castle near Ponyville. My collegues have already brought the issue of Tirek and his brother Scorpan to your attention, so I will refrain from repeatin it.

As for questions, I have two:

1. Lord Cryon, it is hard not to notice that your physical form is that of a young colt. Is this done by your choice, or is it a result of deminished power?

2. If it is the latter, is there a way to restore your strength that we can effect through dear Blank?

Your Servant across the veil,

Nomad

"HEY!!!" This shout was of anger as Pyrus billowed back into view, his mane literally alight with flame, wings spread wide and sparks shooting up from them, and his eyes glowing a blood red.

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE A GREAT GIFT GIVER, MY BROTHER DOESN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU SHIT ABOU-" Pyrus stopped as he felt a little hoof on his back-left leg. Pyrus looked back to see his brother, dismounted from the pillow though still shrouded in the blanket, touching his leg with his front right hoof and looking up at him with a calm expression.

"It's alright." Stated Cryon simply, and Pyrus's mane stopped burning, his eyes ending their glow.

"B-but, he can't- ... you don't have to-"

"I'm fine brother. Don't worry about me. Please, be happy about your presents. We may not get any more for some time, and everything here was made for me. It's nice that you have something for you again." Spoke Cryon before leaning over and nuzzling Pyrus's back-left leg, then leaning back again to give his brother a light smile.

"Please, open the cask and fill the chalice... Let's have a drink together... I find myself desiring something to wash away the taste of your medicine." Cryon smirked at the end... and so did Pyrus... sighing out heavily, black smoke coming from his mouth as he turned, got down on the floor, and leaned forward to nuzzle his brother, touching noses.

"Okay bro..." He spoke, fur going black. He stood up then, turned back towards the right, and started walking as he called over his shoulder.

"I won't be two shakes of an asses tail!"

Cryon smirked slightly as he watched his brother leave... Then turned back to look up to you, with a calm expression on his face.

"My brother is a raging furnace. His mutagenic body constantly produces energy that he needs to release, through various ways. He does this partially through regular mutation and body alteration, usually with small changes both external and internal. He also does this in less controlled manners when he loses his temper. But he never runs out of energy, his body keeps filling him to the brim with power, and he must expend it one way or another." Cryon closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"... I am different." He opened his eyes again, a calm yet slightly morose look upon his face.

"I am a freezing maelstrom. Whereas he draws power from within, I draw it from without. My body must be sustained by energy pulled from the world around me. In... let's call them 'normal' times, this is perfectly manageable and provides me with a steady source of energy. In times of great chaos or war, it makes me nigh unstoppable. The negative flows through me, surrounding and centering itself around me, and I become, as I said, a freezing maelstrom of power. The heart of a winter storm. Just being in my presence ensures your death, and none can stand before me. But Celestia's reign is not only absent of great misfortune and chaos, it is highly peaceful, highly positive, highly optimistic and... a-a-AAACCCCHHHOOOOOO!!!!" Cryon actually growled a little after his sneeze, and sniffed.

"Agh! Damn that tree! ... Ahem, my apologies..." Muttered the colt, sighing away the stress.

"As I was saying, 'sniff' Celestia's reign is highly optimistic. Highly positive. Filled with love, light, and good. It is not just 'not negative' energy. It is actively positive energy. And it is everywhere. Despite the threats we've sent, despite the strings we've pulled after Nightmare Moon's failure to get every significant evil possible to show up and cause problems, despite all our efforts, good reigns supreme in Equestria... Nothing's worked. Nothing's lasted. Nothing's created a negative atmosphere long enough to really have an effect. And even more than that, every time they've failed, another positive influence was added to Equestria, more positive energy saturating the air." Cryon closed his eyes, seeming to think for a minute, before opening them and continuing.

"I suppose the simplest way to say it is that my food is being poisoned. I have to take in energy to survive and the energy that I'm taking in is harmful to me. The positive energy in Equestria is quite literally killing me." Cryon looked down to the ground at that... and moved his right forehoof up to pull the blanket a little more, tugging it closer for comfort, before resuming his speech.

"My brother helped me change my form to a Colt's to minimize the energy intake, weaken the effect of the poisoning. I started larger than I am now though, when I was first changed, so my physical body has been affected by the lack of energy. I am difficult to kill of course but it can done, even without knowing I exist apparently. Fortunately between my natural defenses, my brother's aid, and certain precautions we took early on, I have managed to keep my condition more or less under control. I am always starved for energy these days, but the hardship is not agonizing. It is something I can deal with easily enough. But as much as we have managed to slow the poison it is still entering my system and still damaging my body and my personal energies... There is no way of sugarcoating it. I am dying." A slight pause... ... before Cryon looked up at you again.

"We were twins, Pyrus and I. I was the older by sixteen minutes. His calling me little brother was a joke on his part. Now I am dying in the body of a foal... and my brother is taking it hard. Pyrus was never nice. He was never polite, and he was always a temperamental, selfish, and wrathful. He has also always looked up to me as a pony who was none of these things, but always thoughtful, analytical, and in control. ... This is a hard time for him. He is cooped up, watching his brother die, and powerless to stop it. I ask that you understand that when interacting with him. And thank you, for the gifts you've sent to him... He has always liked getting new toys." Cryon smiled at that, a reminiscent smile, thoughtful and introspective, before continuing.

"As for helping me, the only way to do that is to accomplish the ultimate objective. Restore evil to Equestria... end the glut of positive energy. And then I will be able to recover, and once again bring the winter storms..." Spoke Cryon softly, a glint in his eye and an upturning of the lips... before his nose twitched, he frowned and-

"AAAAAACCCCCHHHOOOOO!!!! ... ... Ugggghhhhh..."

"Hey brother! Sorry that took more than two shakes, I couldn't figure out what temperature to set it to." Muttered Pyrus as he stepped back into sight, levitating the golden chalice and setting it down I front of Cryon, filled with wine, the blue and red gems turned several times, and finally settled on one of the warmer temperatures.

"Figured since you're sick and all..." Muttered Pyrus, shrugging, and Cryon smiled, sitting down on his haunches and hugging the chalice to him with his forelegs.

"It is fine. Thank you brother." He spoke, before leaning forward and sipping the wine lightly.

"Mmmm... Very good. Thank you for the gifts as always Nomad." Spoke Cryon, giving a respectful nod to you.

"Oh, and Pyrus, I saved the first part for you." He stated, Pyrus furrowing his brows. Pyrus's ears twitched, then he nodded.

"Hm, okay. Yeah, they've got more accessible powers now. Think they'll be able to call on them anytime, even when separate from each other, but get a major power-boost when they're all grouped up together. Be careful. And the tree-castle thing is bucking ugly. Burn it down. BURN IT." Spoke Pyrus, his eyes blazing as Cryon sighed, sipping at the wine again.

"Mmmmm..."

[[ To The Brothers]]

[[

Pyrus and Cryon.. It is too bad you can't visit. Why, there are so many lonely lovely shapeshifting succubi here who are just -dying- for a little attention. They would love to have any and every excuse to satisfy any needs you might have. Male, female... both.. They can be anything and everything you desire, and they are quite inexhaustable. Immortal bodies with loosely coupled souls can be quite useful in the erotic arts.

It's really too bad that you can't do anything about that pesky dimensional barrier. We do so love evil here, and we consider it our highest moral duty to spread it around.. And we're -all- about morality.

We love visting new and exotic locations.

But this is not the first time we've had to work through mortal agents. Really, it's a common thing, and I do appreciate the opportunity to work my craft.

Hmm, let's see.. Frustration? I have a favor to call in from Asmodeus... Just a moment.... Ah hah!

*Pop*

Here, have a selection of some of @#$@#$'s finest complimentary sex sleeves. I sent you three flavors and sizes: vanilla, chocolate, and tabasco flavors in tight, agonizing, and super succubus sizes. Do work your way up first; the tabasco can be quite aggressive.

Don't worry; they're self lubricating! And if you need more for a particularly lively session, you could always use blood in a pinch. I know I do.

Oh, and the tabasco goes great on sandwiches. Just hold it over your favorite trifecta of bread, some dead animal, and some living animal and let her drip!

Just Another Incubus Enjoying A Steamy Paradise,

Rod

]]

Cryon looked up from his drink, raising his right eyebrow.

"Sex sleeves? ... Does he mean onaholes? Why would those have food flavoring? ... Ponies don't lick onaholes do they? Seems unsanitary." Spoke Cryon, legitimately confused as he continued to try and puzzle it out. Pyrus, on the other hoof, was staring at you with wide eyes and a slightly gaping mouth. That quickly turned to focused eyes and a grin when a faint-

CLATTER!

Sound was heard from nearby. Cryon blinked, then furrowed his brows.

"I didn't call back any wind-" He started, but Pyrus interrupted, putting his right forehoof down on Cryon's mane and rubbing in a slightly relaxing manner.

"Don't worry brother, I think I just, uh, left something unbalanced in my room. I'll go check on that, you just stay here and enjoy your drink!" He spoke, before moving at a fairly quick trot out of view, leaving Cryon to blink, looking after his brother while holding the chalice. Cryon shrugged slightly, and looked back to the chalice, leaning down for another sip, then looking back up to you with a light smile.

"In any event, the gifts are appreciated, and your progress with the Host is promising. Please keep up the wicked work. Now, just one moment..." Muttered Cryon, lifting his left forehoof up towards you, shaking it slightly as his eyes began to glow white, and your vision went black...

Author's Notes:

(I wound up completely redoing this chapter several times. Just couldn't decide how to handle it... hopefully this one works out well enough. And this will be the new ask chapter! From now on, any asks you have for the brothers for next time go here!)