Asmodeus left Sugarcube Corner, his stomach pleasantly full with all sorts of confectionary delights, both Vinyl and Octavia were on either side of him. The three of them made their way down the street towards the two mare’s shop.

“So, let me get this straight,” Vinyl said from his side, “you’re not a pony?”

After Vinyl had determined that the archdemon was much much older than he appeared to be, both musicians had deemed it necessary to find out how old he was exactly. And despite Asmodeus’ comments that it was rude to do so, both mares had still persisted. And their discussion, interrogation in Asmodeus’ opinion, quickly moved on past his considerable age.

“No,” Asmodeus said, “I am a demon, like I told you the last two times.”

“Hey! Don’t you get snarky with me,” VInyl replied, “I get enough of it from Tavi over there.”

Octavia shot a glare towards her marefriend, but her gaze was blocked by Asmodeus’ muscular flank. All thoughts of reprimanding Vinyl fled from her head as she watched the corded muscles move under the demon’s gloriously smooth coat. Her mouth went suddenly dry, and she tore her head away to look at the suddenly much more interesting ground in front of her, a small blush on her face.

“You okay over there Tavi?” Vinyl called from over the demon’s back, “Or were you to busy staring at Asy’s flank?”

The demon in question just chuckled as he heard the cellist next to him stammer out a response.

“Vinyl!” Octavia screeched, “I..I...would never be so….unrefined!”

The rolled her eyes,

“Oh calm down Tavi, its not like anypony would blame you, Asy here is one fine specimen of masculinity.”

Vinyl looked up at the demon, checking to see if she managed to get some sort of reaction from him, but to her chagrin he merely cocked an eyebrow at her.

“I’ve had mares telling me I have a nice flank for millennia Vinyl, you are going to have to try much harder than that.”

Vinyl shuddered slightly as she heard her name roll of his tongue, just the way he said it made it seem as if he was caressing it. The DJ would never admit it, but she could listen to him speak for longer than she could listen to her wubstep, which as Octavia could attest to, is a very long time indeed.

“I’ll get you someday…” Vinyl replied in a small voice, knowing she had to say something.

“Unlikely,” Asmodeus replied with a knowing smile.

“So, Asmodeus,” Octavia said, taking her time to move through the unfamiliar name, “what is your… relationship with Twilight?”

Asmodeus thought for a moment before responding.

“Friends would be the best answer I believe.”

“Friends with benefits?” Vinyl asked rhetorically.

Asmodeus cocked an eyebrow down at the DJ,

“Don’t the screams answer that question for you?“

To her credit, the DJ didn’t blush this time. She just replied to the demon with a slightly sultry grin of her own.

As if reading her partner’s mind, and doing all she could to derail her line of thought, Octavia quickly headed off that line of conversation.

“So!” the two others looked at the cellist after her outburst, “I assume you have some manner of profession in.. wherever you come from.”

Asmodeus nodded,

“Well, I am a lord of sorts.”

Both mare’s were, needless to say, shocked.

“You’re royalty!?” they both cried out in unison.

Asmodeus nodded,

“Of sorts yes. But in practice I don’t have nearly as much duties as your princesses do.”

The two mare’s shook their heads in disbelief.

“So what are you exactly a lord of then?”

“I am the Lord of Lust, the title given to the most powerful incubus alive.”

The two mares froze and looked at each other. Demon’s, despite them being considered little more than legends, incubi were certainly legendary in one respect.

“So what do you in your free time then?” Octavia asked, slightly worried about the answer.

“How do you think the screams manage to get so loud?”

***

Vinyl and Octavia stepped through the door to their shop, both of them still had small blushes on their faces from their entirely non-sexual imaginings of Asmodeus and the mare’s that had summoned him. The demon in question quickly followed them in, a knowing smile on his face.

Vinyl’s horn flickered for a brief moment and all the blinds on the windows immediately pulled up, flooding the shop with daylight.

Asmodeus paused as row upon row of musical instruments leapt into being, and he had to stifle a laugh as he saw how they were arranged. In short, the shop was the very definition of split personality, the left side of the shop was entirely dedicated to classical instruments: cellos, basses, violins, etc, while the right had guitars, drumsets, speakers, turntables, etc.

“Well, this is certainly your store,” Asmodeus commented.

“Yep, this is our baby!” Vinyl happily replied.

“It is not our baby Vinyl,” Octavia said as she began to inspect her side of the store, “i

“Well, its half you and half me, we put our blood, sweat, and tears into it, it keeps us up at night, and we love it to death,” Vinyl responded with a smirk.

“I find it charming,” Asmodeus said as his gaze moved over the classical instruments, “a lot of these are very high quality.”

Octavia smiled,

“Thank you, you must have a good eye.”

Asmodeus walked over to a rather unassuming looking cello about mid-way through a rack of the instrument. The wood itself was the color of a rich dark mahogany, its sides had all manner of fanciful decoration, and the scroll at the top was inlaid with what seemed like gold leaf in skilled scrollwork. One could easily tell it had seen the passing of many many winters. He could also see more than a few security spells around it, far more than adequate to dissuade all but the most serious of thieves.

“What do you know about this one?” Asmodeus asked as he carefully lifted it off the stand.

Octavia trotted over and looked at it,

“Not much I’m afraid, there’s no maker’s mark on the inside. I found it at an antique shop in Canterlot a couple years ago, and I haven’t been able to sell it since nopony really knows what its worth. I used it as my concert cello for a couple concerts, but I could never play it was well as my old one. That being said, I would be horrified to let it go for cheap, even someone such as Vinyl could see its quality.”

“Hey!”

Asmodeus smiled and looked at the cello once again,

“Ah, but there is a makers mark, its just hidden. This cello was made by the unicorn tribe, before Equestria was even a thought in pony’s minds.”

Octavia’s jaw dropped,

“You can’t be serious! That must mean its thousands of years old!”

“Roughly,” Asmodeus replied, “the unicorn’s weren’t the only ones who could make instruments like this, the earth pony tribe could, and a few choice pegasi were able to as well, and since unicorn’s back then would be horrified to play something of non-unicorn make, the makers cast a concealment spell on their marks, so that only somepony who knew the spell could remove it, thus proving it is of unicorn make.”

Octavia looked faint,

“Do…. do you know this spell?”

Asmodeus smiled,

“Of course.”

Vinyl made her way over as the demon’s horn began to glow. All three of them looked inside the cello with undisguised enthusiasm.

“I don’t see anything,” Vinyl said.

Octavia shushed her as the inside of the cello began to glow, and before their very eyes writing began to appear. It seemed to have been written in the same fluid that Vinyl had in her blue glowsticks’, and the letters themselves were entirely incomprehensible to the normal ponies in the room.

“What does it say?” Vinyl asked.

Asmodeus pursed his lips,

“I never heard of this maker, he must have started after I was sent back to Tartarus, but that mark there at the bottom signifies he was one of the master craftsmen of his time, and that mark there says that this was made for royalty.”

The demon shook his head,

“You have probably the most expensive cello in existence in your possession Octavia, I would say this should be in a museum, but then it wouldn’t be able to be played, which is nothing short of a travesty,” he bit his lip and gave Octavia his best impression of a puppy, “would you mind… if I played a song or two on it?”

Both Octavia and Vinyl looked at the demon like he grew a second head,

“You play the cello?” they both asked in unison.

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow,

“Of course, serenading a mare is a necessary skill for a good incubus.”

Octavia shrugged,

“Well, I suppose I would be okay with it, just let me go grab you a bow.”

“Thank you,” Asmodeus said earnestly as the cellist trotted away.

However, it wasn’t long before Vinyl jabbed the demon in the side with her hoof,

“Hey buddy, trying to steal my mare away from me?”

She tried to sound angry, but the Asmodeus could see the hidden smile on her face. He gave Vinyl a sultry look,

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind ‘stealing’ you both.”

Vinyl’s ears flattened to her head as a roaring blush invaded her face, turning her normally icy white fur a powerful crimson as she looked embarrassedly down at her suddenly very interesting hooves.

A few seconds after that Octavia trotted back on three hooves, her fourth holding a rather nice looking bow. She saw the blushing Vinyl, and gave Asmodeus a questioning look, and the demon just rolled his eyes.

“Well, here you are, the best bow in the shop, thought it would be fitting to use it on a cello like that.”

Asmodeus smiled as he levitated it to his waiting hoof.

“You don’t play with your magic?” Octavia asked.

Asmodeus shook his head,

“This instrument was created by, and meant to be played with, harmony magic, if I try to use demonic magic to play it, it would not sound as it should. But all instruments could be played by hoof.”

“Oh…” Octavia replied.

Asmodeus adjusted himself so he could position the cello properly, his stature easily made the cello appear smaller than it actually was.

Octavia and Vinyl sat down on the floor in front of the demon, the latter still sporting a healthy shade of red on her face. Asmodeus took a few dep breaths and settled the bow on the strings, the mare’s could see the demon falling into an almost trance like state as his body seemed to still, and with a final breath, Asmodeus began to play.

Or at least he tried, after the first few measures he hit the wrong note, and both mares flinched as the sour tone pierced their ear drums. They looked at the demon with confused stares as he gave them an apologetic smile in return,

“Sorry, its been a few centuries,” he said sheepishly.

With another few breaths, Asmodeus started up once again, and this time it was nothing short of…. neither mnare could come up with an adequate word, excellent didn’t explain the full majesty of the notes the archdemon was filling the room with, spectacular didn’t describe the emotion the demon was putting into his playing, moving didn’t describe the sheer experience in his playing. So, neither mare spoke, they just simply watched.

From movement to movement Asmodeus flowed, pausing for a few moments after each one to prepare himself for the next. The mare’s could see centuries old emotions dance across the demon’s face as he and the cello made music, joy in the prologue and Courante, the missed opportunities in the sarabande, and mischief in the gigue, it was all laid bare to them.

And with a final vibrato, the final note of the suite rang through the room, echoing in the shop for what seemed like an eternity. A soft clapping of hooves sounded from behind the two musicians, and turned to see a small crowd of ponies had gathered. They looked at the demon with undisguised awe.

“Encore!” one pony cried.

Asmodeus smiled and gave Octavia a smile,

“Do you know this piece?"

He played a few bars and the cellist’s eyes lit up as she all but galloped away. Asmodeus hardly had time to raise an eyebrow before the she came running back, her cello case balanced on her back and a record in her mouth.

“I haph sha acahmpment oo” she said, the message hardly comprehensible.

She placed her cello down and turned to Vinyl,

“Vinyl! Play this!”

“Classic music! On my speakers!?” the DJ responded, but took the record anyway. It only took her a small amount of time to have the record ready to play, and gave her marefriend a nod. By that time Octavia had her cello and bow out, and huge grin on her face. The difficulty of finding another cellist of Asmodeus’ skill outside of Canterlot, and even more so one that Octavia could stand to be around, made this an oppurtunity that Octavia couldn’t refuse.

The mare balanced herself on her hind hooves and positioned her cello, brushing a few stray strands of her mane out of her face. She fiddled with her bow a bit, made sure her cello was perfectly in tune, and gave Asmodeus a nod.

“You’re first chair on this,” the demon said.

Octavia smiled and without further ado: they started.

Now, Vinyl was never really one for classical music, she could enjoy it sometimes, especially if it was Tavi playing it, but she could not in a million years say that the duo’s performance in front of her was nothing short of absolute perfection.

The two of them complimented each other perfectly, everything from their breathing, to the slight bobs of their head when the hit certain notes, they both seemed to know exactly what the other was thinking.

They traded off the melody, passing it around like a group of teenagers passed around a cheap bottle of wine. Through crescendos and slurs they danced, filling the room up with musical perfection as they did so.

Vinyl and the other ponies watched in silent awe for many a minute as the duo played, and finally they the last note of the last movement rand through the room, the accompanying orchestra on the record ending right on cue with them.

This time the ponies behind them broke out into a real round of applause as the two performers bowed graciously. Vinyl wasted no time, and as soon as Octavia rested her cello on its side, the dj leapt to her hooves and pulled the grey mare into a deep kiss.

Octavia squealed as her lips were suddenly conquered, but almost immediately afterwards melted into her marefriend’s embrace, eagerly returning the kiss. She hardly noticed the cheers from the gathered ponies. Eventually Vinyl pulled back,

“You have no idea how hot you are Tavi,” the Dj said breathlessly.

Octavia just smiled and nuzzled her head into Vinyl’s shoulder.

Vinyl smiled in return as she turned to look at the demon,

“Alright, time to show you some modern music.”

***

It was a short while later that Asmodeus found himself sitting in front of what Vinyl dubbed ‘the most badflank speaker setup in Equestria,” and judging from the looming black boxes, it certainly wasn’t underserving of the title. The ponies that had been drawn by his and Octavia’s impromptu duet had left already, all had something or another to do.

Asmodeus watched silently as Vinyl fiddled with the control panel in front of her, mumbling gibberish to herself as she nodded every now and then. Every minute or so the DJ would glance up at the demon and mumble an apology about making him wait, but Asmodeus always gave her a patient smile in return.

“I can assume that this isn’t you perfoming?” Asmodeus said wryly.

The DJ lifted her head and glared at him,

“Hey, it isn’t my fault Tavi switched around the settings for your little concert, I gotta make sure all the settings are perfect before I show what these babies could do.”

Asmodeus raised his hooves in mock surrender,

“I didn’t mean to offend, the last thing in Equestria that I want to deal with is an angry Vinyl Scratch.”

“Oh believe me,” Octavia suddenly interjected from the other side of the room, “that is certainly something out of my worst nightmares.”

A wide grin broke out across VInyl’s face,

“I’m just gonna take that as a compliment.”

The cellist rolled her eyes as she carefully rubbed the rosin of the cello that Asmodeus’ playing had left on it earlier. She did the same for her cello after every session with it, one could not afford to be careless with something so expensive.

After Octavia had finished playing with Asmodeus, she was forced to figure out a plan of what exactly she was going to do with the millenia old instrument. Her first instinct was to go lock it in a vault somewhere far away from everywhere, but Asmodeus’ statement from earlier that not allowing such an instrument to be played is a travesty, she had returned it to its earlier place. Of course, that didn’t really solve her problem, but seeing as nopony else even knew of its existence, yet alone its true value, she had time to come up with a real solution.

She carefully set the instrument back on its stand and after returning the bow to its rack, she trotted over to the other ponies in the shop.

“So, Asmodeus…” she started, trailing off for a bit as she looked at the demon before continuing, “who taught you how to play the cello?”

Asmodeus looked over at the cellist and sighed sadly,

“I wish I could tell you Octavia, but I forgot that name centuries ago,” the demon tapped a hoof to his chin, “I wonder if Celestia remembers, shes the one that insisted I learn how to play in the first place.”

Vinyl perked her head up,

“So that bit earlier about how demons gotta know how to serenade a mare….?”

Asmodeus nodded,

“You’d be surprised at how much I learned about seduction from your two Princesses.”

The DJ smirked,

“I bet you guys learned a bit more than just ‘seduction’ eh?”

Asmodeus didn’t respond, he just gave Vinyl a blank stare and raised an eyebrow.

The grin on Vinyl’s face slowly disappeared as she realized that he remark was a lot closer to the truth than she expected. Octavia was in much the same boat as her marefriend as images began to form in their head. Asmodeus, Celestia, and Luna, together…. on a bed… doing...things.

At the same time, a sudden nope! exploded into their minds, there was no way their virginal sun goddess would do anything like…that stuff.

Vinyl cleared her throat, amongst other things, and spoke up.

“Ahem, well… my speakers are all set up right now.”

Asmodeus gave the mare a smile,

“Well then, show me what this ‘wubstep’ is.”

Octavia chose this moment to step up next to Asmodeus and push him back, at some point she had pulled out some fluffy pink ear muffs out of somewhere. Both Vinyl and Asmodeus thought she looked rather adorable in them.

“I suggest that you step back a little Asmodeus,” she warned him, her face extremely serious.

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, but followed the mare’s advice as he took a few steps backwards, taking note of the mischievous look on Vinyl’s face. After sitting at a, at least according to Octavia, safe distance away from the (crazy) DJ, the two of them gave the dj small nod and the cellist quickly trotted away to her side of the store.

“Alright, everypony,” Vinyl said as she adjusted the headphones on her head, “lets drop this bass.”

BOOOOM!!!

Asmodeus felt his hair flail wildly around his head as the mass of sound waves blasted him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Octavia giggle slightly as she watched the spectacle. Vinyl herself was in her element, bobbing her head to the beat as she worked the control panel in front of her with all the skill that Octavia played a cello.

While the music itself, in Asmodeus’ case, was certainly a tad… different than what he was used to, certainly was good in its own way. The thumping bass and driving rhythm certainly had created a very intense atmosphere, and the image of mares grinding against each other during the passionate music was certainly a pleasant one.

In his peripheral vision, Asmodeus saw a flickering wall of magic between Vinyl and Octavia’s side of the shop. Ah, that made a lot of sense the demon noted, if Vinyl always played music this loud it would certainly be bad for the classical instruments nearby.

With a final flourish, the song ended, and Vinyl thrust her hoof towards Asmodeus.

“Now that was music,” she said with a smirk, “non of that, namby pamby stuff.”

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow,

“Well, that was certainly.. more modern than I am used to.”

Vinyl pumped her hoof,

“Yea, I totally knew that you would love it.”

Asmodeus chuckled and rolled his eyes,

“If thats what makes you happy Vinyl.”

Octavia chose this moment to step back into the picture, her ear muffs now hanging around her neck,

“Well, now that thats over with. I need you to recharge that noise blocking spell, after that performance I think it may need one.”

Vinyl sighed,

“Cmon babe, why do I have to do it? I do all the work in this relationship!”

Octavia gave the unicorn a flat stare, and the DJ sighed again,

“Alright fine, I’ll recharge the spell.”

Both Octavia and Asmodeus watched Vinyl plod her way over to a glowing symbol on the wall. Upon reaching it, she touched it with her horn and for a brief moment it flared up before dying back down to its original hue.

All of a sudden, a second track began to play.

Octavia’s eyes opened wide in recognition of the remixed piece of music as the first few measures sounded from the speakers. Vinyl, for her part, let out a loud gasp as she sprinted back towards her turntable. With a few frantic button presses the music cut out, leaving behind a flustered DJ and a shocked cellist.

“Vinyl, what was that?” Octavia asked softly.

The unicorn let out a dejected sigh and hung her head,

“It was supposed to be your birthday present, I’ve been working on it for a while,” she smiled sadly and looked at her marefriend, “ya know, something we could both enjoy together.”

The cellist stepped up to Vinyl and reached out a hoof to cup the mare’s cheek,

“Vinyl,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “that is the most thoughtful thing anypony has ever done for me.”

Vinyl looked up at her marefriend,

“Well, the surprise is ruined now,” she replied in a dejected voice.

Octavia rolled her eyes before pulling the DJ close to her. Vinyl barely had enough time to react before the cellist pulled her into a breathtaking kiss, her crimson eyes opening wide as she found her mouth suddenly being invaded. The kiss gradually grew more and more passionate, until Asmodeus could clearly hear the sloppy display from a fair distance away. Small moans escaped from the mare’s intertwined lips as they wrapped each other’s mane’s around their hooves.

Asmodeus, being the classy stallion that he is, only watched the spectacle for a minute or two before walking over to the sound-proofing ward on the wall. He looked at it for a while, noticing how the arcane runes had changed since he learned a few, before re-activating it.

He whistled a merry tune as he walked over to the counter and pulled the shop keys off a hook on the wall. He spared another glance at the two musicians, who’s embrace had turned a tad more… depraved in the last few moments.

“I’ll be going now,” he said calmly.

“Mmmmhmm,” came Octavia’s reply, “would you mind locking up after yourself?”

“Not at all,” the demon replied.

Whistling once again, he made his way to the front door of the shop and stepped outside, locking the door behind him, but not before hearing Vinyl say a particularly… awesome sentence.

“Should we have let him watch Tavi?”

With an ear-splitting grin on his face, the demon tossed the keys back into the shop through an open window, before turning down the street.

“I wonder if i’ll be allowed back into the library yet,” he asked himself before shrugging, “meh, what's the worst Twilight could do to me.”

***

Cadance trotted out of the train car, and sighed gratefully when no screaming crowd greeted her. It was one of the nicer things about Ponyville, the town just seemed to treat her as a normal pony instead of a Princess. Well, of course there was some things that just wouldn’t go away, but it really was the best she could hope for.

The Princess of Love looked around, and more than a few ponies gave her a polite wave, nod, or bow, which she gracefully returned. She started trotting down Main Street, heading towards Twilight’s library.

It was the unicorn’s birthday in a month or so, and Cadance wanted to help coordinate the party with the other Element Bearers, and visiting the best filly she ever foalssat for wasn’t a bad bonus to the trip.

Cadance sighed, maybe she should have sent Twilight a letter saying that she was coming, Celestia know’s how well that mare does with surprises.

The Princess looked around the quaint town as she made her way through it. Canterlot and the Crystal Empire were certainly grand, they were considered some of the most beautiful cities in the world for a reason, but there was something just… pleasant about small towns like Ponyville. How everypony knew each other, and just stopping over at a friends house entirely unexpected was considered to be one of the most pleasant surprises there was.

Not to mention that the amount of Love is this town was practically staggering to her. She could feel the communal bond the town shared, the love they had for each other, was practically flooding into her. And the taste of some new love between couples was certainly the cherry on top, maybe those two musicians had finally gotten together? It would be about time.

She picked up her pace as the library came into sight, but slowed down as a trio of fillies galloped in from the side. Their tiny legs working double time, the three giggled as they reached the door to the library.

“Why do ya want us to go to see Twilight so bad?” one of them asked, Apple Bloom if she remembered her correctly from the wedding.

“Because its time you guys learn about sex,” the orange one, Scootaloo?, replied seriously

“,,,,,,what?” went Cadance’s mind.

“Oh I know what that is!” a the unicorn filly said with a smile.”

“Uh huh,” Scootaloo replied skeptically.

“Its what happens when a mommy and daddy love each other very much!”

Scootaloo sighed, disappointment practically rolling of of her,

“Yea, i’ll just take that as a no.”

“Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, “I promised Apple Jack I wouldn’t ask her about this stuff until I was older.”

“Yea,” the filly replied, “you wouldn’t ask her. Which is why we’re gonna ask Asmodeus.”

“Wait a second…” Cadance said to herself, “I know that name from somewhere.”

“Isn’t that Applejack’s new friend?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Rarity told me he helped out her and Spike with some relationship problems.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes,

“Yea, ‘problems’,” she waved her hoof, “either way, Rainbow told me hes been staying at the library the past couple days, so thats why we’re here.”

Apple Bloom bit her lip,

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Scootaloo nodded before she opened the door to the library and led the trio in.

Meanwhile, Cadance’s mind was in overdrive. Twilight!? Had a stallion staying over at her house!? And why did three fillies want him to explain what sex was!? And worst of all, why didn’t Twilight tell her she found a special somepony? Ohhhh she was going to have words with that mare.

She stomped the rest of the way to the library, throwing open the door dramatically.

“Twilight!” she shouted angrily into the room beyond.

After a few seconds she noticed that the mare in question was staring at her blankly, as well as the three fillies from earlier.

“Cadance!” Twilight suddenly cried out happily before bounding over to the Princess.

“Sunshine Sunshine Ladybugs Awake! Clap your hooves and do a little shake!” the two grown mares launched into their standard greeting. Drawing a few giggles from the fillies nearby as they went through the motions.

The two of them turned back to face each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming Cadance?” Twilight asked,

“I wanted it to be a surprise!” Cadance giggled, “but thats not important right now! Since when do you have a special somepony? and why didn’t you tell me!?”

To her surprise, Twilight started giggling,

“You mean Asmodeus?” she stifled a laugh, “hes not my special somepony. He just.. a friend that.came to help me and a few friends with our heat.”

Cadance’s brow furrowed,

“Twilight,” she said confusedly, “you’re sharing a stallion with your friends?”

The unicorn nodded,

“Well, its really a… casual relationship if that makes sense.”

“You don’t mind, at all, that he’s bucking other ponies?”

Twilight waved a hoof,

“Well, usually I’m there too so its not really a big deal, and when I’m not its not like I don’t know about it.”

“Twilight,” Cadance said carefully, “are you sure hes not using you or anything?”

A flash of disbelief danced across Twilight’s face.

“Asmodeus wouldn’t use me,” the unicorn responded. Well, other than for food, but Twilight decided to leave that bit out. “Hes a nice stallion, and is a very good friend of mine.”

“Buck buddy,” Scootaloo corrected.

Twilight glanced over at the filly,

“Not helping Scootaloo.”

Further debate was halted when they group of ponies heard the door open, and looked over to see a very confused looking Asmodeus in the doorway,

“Am I interrupting?” the hapless Archdemon asked.

Author's Notes:

Alright, i'm sorry that this took so long to finish, and I do know that its a bit shorter than chapters normally are in this story, But Since it was a perfectly workable chunk of story, like the last chapter, I just decided to post it. And once again, no clop! And Once again I apologize, but the story comes first, but hopefully I can fit in a clop scene next chapter. Also, I'd like to thank Natasha once again for helping me hammer out this chapter. And I'll tell you all once again, go check out her stuff its fantastic. She has a new bit of sparity clop that ties into her other story, for those of you who are interested in that.

Also, Tsup has hit 3000 story views! *Victory Dance* so I want to do another bonus chapter, i'm going to put a two options down below, and I want you readers to leave a comment with either which option you want, or put another that you came up with. So, be sure to thumb up other peoples ideas that you like. And all of these will be written at some point, so don't worry about that.

A. R63 group meets non-R63 group
B. R63 Luna, Celestia, and Asmodeus (This may turn into an R63 version of Day Two: Part Two depending on how I feel)

Also, this is now featured on EQAD, so WOOT!! to that. Sorry if you already read the blog post, this is just for those of you who didn't.

Thats all for now,
Gold4tune out, pce o7