Adagio stirred, the first rays of the morning sun bringing her slowly back from her troubled dreams and into the real world. As her eyes fluttered open she mentally began letting her sixth sense work. ”Let’s see, Sunset’s leg is on mine, Aria is spooning my back, Sonata’s hand is in my hair, and… Ah yes Pinkie is clearly emitting that snore and scent of baked goods,” Adagio’s inner monologue then slowly began considering her checklist for the day as she deftly untangled herself from the mass cuddle pile. It had been a full week since Sunset swept her martial arts tournament, a solid week of settling into a rhythm that had made Adagio comfortable, if not exhausted. Having fully pulled herself from the normal cuddle session Adagio soundlessly moved outside the room, taking no heed of the fact that she was stark nude as she strode down the stairs and into the main entrance of the home.

It took a few moments for the coffee pot to begin chugging to life and produce the impossible panacea for morning grumpiness, so Adagio took a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror she had hung on the kitchen wall years ago. Her body had lost quite a bit of the signature soft adipose that had given her a more voluptuous appearance since helping Sunset train, and as she raised her arm to flex she had to crack a smile as her muscles rippled like a well wound spring. Her breasts perked up as the pectorals drew taut and her exposed upper abs tightened beautifully. She had to grin at the sight, her body now even more a reflection of the raw physicality that she had possessed in Equestria, and with a mental note to continue her insane routine, turned to pour herself a mug of life giving black elixir, and start what she might dare call work for the day,

As she strode into the well used reading room Adagio contemplated her laptop, considering a time when making business decisions required so much more effort. Getting dressed, paying off some clueless attorney or accountant to make trades, and then slipping her own requests over the top of the endless paper stack of bookkeepers and porters, all with clothes on. She shuddered at the horrible memory and shook her head, watching the screen boot to her browser, and the numerous browser windows that she had kept open for weeks now. The gentle electric glow illuminated Adagio’s impossibly fast moving eyes as she took that first life affirming sip of beautiful liquid caffeine.

Ten minutes, and a few hundred thousand in various currencies later, Adagio breathed a content sigh as she moved on to her more sundry pursuits, satisfied that her business was taken care of properly for the day. Sure, it had taken a few decades worth of work, and not all of the money she was trading was particularly legal upon acquisition, but it had all been worth it now that she had all the time in the world to pursue her favorite hobbies. Two windows suddenly snapped side by side, one a long lived script of hers, and the other a sheet music program. Switching her financial mind off and moving into the arts Adagio’s fingers began moving at hyper speed as inspiration flowed from her like water from a hydrant.

So preoccupied was Adagio in her work that she didn’t notice an impossibly quick quartet of pink and blue feet scurry past her chair. She might have noticed her loves move stealthily to her sides if she hadn’t just gotten half of her first cup of coffee down, but alas as her two most energetic loves moved in to peek at her screen Adagio simply worked on. Twin voices suddenly rang in her ear, “Whatcha doin~!” the twin din drug Adagio from her concentration, and had she still been penning notes with a quill and not a more modern piece of technology, she might have spilled her ink or left another such indelible mark.

“Good morning to you both as well,” Adagio chuckled leaning back into the glorious softness that her overstuffed chair provided. “As for your question I’m just putting in some work on yet another of my opus additions to the arts,” Adagio said, pulling her hands from the keyboard and stroking the ladies at her sides languorously. In turn Pinkie and Sonata cooed, pulling closer to Adagio as they all basked in the beauty that is a lazy morning.

“Just how many of these have you written Dagi?” Pinkie asked, earning a giggle from Sonata.

“Yeah Dagi why don’t you tell us just how many pages of artsy nerd stuff you’ve poured into that poor computer,” Sonata said, earning a scowl from the puffy haired matriarch.

“For your information I’ve put to pen three hundred pieces, and not one of them is simple artsy nerd stuff,” Adagio growled at Sonata, turning to Pinkie and giving an all too sweet smile. “I love writing plays and musicals, and as such I’ve written far more than just a few hundred complete stories, but I imagine you’re really just looking for a basic answer, which is really just several centuries worth,” Adagio explained, trailing her nails up and down Pinkie’s exposed midriff. Given the shivers her slight touch elicited Adagio would have to admit being pleased at the reaction of her story to anyone that might be watching.

“That sounds like a lot,” Pinkie moaned softly, her body turning ever so slightly to goo under Adagio’s practiced ministrations. It was as though she was drawn into Adagio, her body pulled to the elder Siren’s lap, and before she realized it Pinkie crowded the chair in an attempt to perch herself in Adagio’s lap like a hypnotized pet. Adagio simply winked at a huffy Sonata as she drew both hands to coddle Pinkie.

“Yeah and those plays like, totally get a spot on big stages,” Sonata quipped, earning a glare from Adagio. The two Sirens held a glare for a long moment, and even the blissful Pinkie could feel the temperature lower in the normally cozy sitting room.

“Um… Breakfast time?” Pinkie whispered weakly, her vain attempt to end the bitchy stare down. Both Sirens simply continued their evil gaze, the air between them seeming to crackle with angry energy.

“Oh for fucks sake did they get into another pissing match?” a welcomed monotone voice came from the top of the stairs. Pinkie breathed a sigh of relief as Aria and Sunset descended the stairs and made their way into the sitting room. “Sunset, get the coffee ready it’s gonna be a long ass morning,” Aria continued, moving to Adagio and extracting Pinkie from her awkward perch between the feuding Sonata and Adagio.

“It’s not a pissing match Aria, Sonata is simply being a grumpus this morning because she didn’t get her choice of ice cream last night,” Adagio said dismissively rolling her eyes and smiling viciously at Sonata.

“You know peanut butter cup cookie explosion is the sexiest flavor in all the ice cream kingdom and don’t you deny it!” Sonata huffed, stomping her foot as a blush spread across her cheeks.

“Ah yes I’m sure it would have been oh so enjoyable to put scoops of a chunky candy laden ice cream in our Pinkie Pie Sunday; certainly not hard to eat without a spoon as we did,” Adagio chuckled, basking in the warm heat radiating from her lovers’ faces at the last night’s “dessert”.

“Not nearly as chunky as those operas you produced a few years ago!” Sonata yelled, earning an odd look from all present.

“What does that even mean?” Sunset whispered to Aria, getting only a shrug as a reply. “Right so before you two throw away a perfect day of relaxing in favor of a fight why don’t we at least have a nice… brunch?” Sunset asked, looking at the room’s grandfather clock and noting the relatively late hour.

“I’ve already eaten,” Adagio whispered, her stomach roaring audibly in contestation. “Coffee counts damn you!” Adagio growled looking down at her stomach. Sunset, Aria, and Pinkie gave her the patented “look” and with a sigh Adagio nodded, “very well.”

“Heh even the great artist can’t always starve~” Sonata said, her normal singsong tinged with her own particular blend of bitchiness.

“Ok someone is acting all evil and hangry I’m going to have to take drastic measures,” Aria sighed, earning a terrified gasp from Adagio, and a delighted one from Sonata.

“Now Aria a little tiff is no reason to-”

“Ari’s special hot chocolate?!” Sonata squealed jumping up and down happily as Sunset and Pinkie shared a confused gaze.

“Yeah yeah my special hot chocolate, after you get your cute butt in there and make breakfast,” Aria said, her stomach gurgling with fiendish anticipation.

“Aria no! Don’t you remember the last-” Adagio pleaded, but it was far too late. Sonata had already sped into the kitchen with inhuman speed, grabbing Pinkie as she went, and in mere seconds a glorious smell wafted into the sitting room. “What fresh hell have you created this day!?” Adagio hissed as Aria smiled smugly at her.

“You know the rules cranky pants, when you two get all pissy it’s cocoa day,” Aria said matter of factly before turning and entering the cooking typhoon she had created. Sunset watched as Adagio grew visibly paler watching Aria leave, the color all but drained from her normally vibrant features.

“Ok I’m pulling the inexperienced girlfriend card and I’m just gonna say it,” Sunset said in an amused tone. Meeting Adagio’s eyes Sunset simply asked “What’s the worst that could happen from some hot chocolate?” As Sunset spoke Adagio’s pupils drew to pinpricks, and for perhaps the first time since that fateful night at the battle Sunset saw true fear in Adagio.

“May the Gods have mercy on all of us…”
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Sunset knew somewhere deep down that eyes weren’t meant to to be as wide as hers were, but the scene before her had breached a level of ridiculousness she didn’t think even her lovers were capable of. “Alright Sunny now the secret to my hot chocolate is getting the perfect external temperature of the container so when I give the word you and I are pouring this over the base of the kettle you ready?” Aria yelled over the roar of what Sunset could best describe as a homemade forge glowing an angry orange. She had little time to give any sign of affirmation as Sonata yelled for her to grab the handle nearest to her, and just like that she was assisting Aria in lifting a container from the inferno.

Ten step away Adagio stood quaking, a container of cocoa and a wooden spoon in her hands. The battle worn kettle full of milk lay in a concrete basin, seemingly ready to receive the pour of molten metal. Ten careful steps later Sunset again found herself pouring the metal into the basin, and upon the first drop of glowing liquid metal hitting raged with a combination of sparks and steam from the rapidly heating metal. Seemingly quicker than she’d begun Sunset found herself slowly lowering the concrete crucible to the ground as Adagio rushed to pour coca into the boiling milk, and stir it just quickly enough to incorporate the chocolatey goodness, but not so quickly that anything unpleasant sloshed out and hit her.

Sonata stood a safe distance away in the door that connected the mud room to Aria’s garage, bouncing in place with a mug in her oven mitt clad hands, marshmallows sitting at the bottom like prisoners ready to meet a terrible torture. “Yay! Dagi hasn’t set her hair on fire yet! Go Dagi!” Sonata cheered, as a stunned Pinkie watched the madness take place.

“I HATE YOU SO MUCH SONATA!” Adagio screamed, tossing the spoon aside, and donning massive protective gloves. Slowly the matriarchal Siren extracted the kettle from its rapidly cooling metal prison, and taking careful steps made her way over to Sonata, pouring the molten liquid chocolate into the porcelain mug. Sonata’s eyes lit up like a slot machine as the brilliant scent of perfectly heated cocoa wafted to her nostrils. Adagio ran back, dropping the kettle back onto the, now hardened, metal, taking a gasp of air as she shook from the adrenaline generated by the manic exchange.

Sunset and Aria stood feet away looking respectively confused and deviously mirthful. “I have so many questions that can only lead to more questions,” Sunset said, voice cracking from the sheer madness of the display.

“Wait for it,” Aria said, her mirth growing to a full grin worthy of Adagio. THe orange haired Siren in question now scrambled to don an oversized white rabbit costume, complete with fluffy cotton tail. Picking up a basket filled with marshmallows Adagio trudged over to the mystified Sonata. “Ah, ah Bunnies hop Dag,” Aria tutted, earning a death glare that seemed to pass through Aria, judging by the sound of a car careening off the road into the neighbor's yard. Stepping back Adagio did indeed hop, bouncing around Sonata and finally stopping right in front of her.

Sighing mightily Adagio said, “I’m the marshmallow bunny and I’ve come to enchant your hot chocolate.” As Adagio finished Sonata emitted a sound not dissimilar from Fluffle Puff. Taking that as a yes Adagio pulled out a massive perfectly spherical marshmallow. With practiced care Adagio dunked the delicious orb into the impossibly hot cocoa. Upon touching the placid surface of the opaque chocolate the marshmallow melted into a pure white froth, the surface crackling like an ice cube might.

“How-”

“Liquid nitrogen, now keep watching this is the best part,” Aria whispered, cutting Sunset’s inquiry off as Sonata brought the steaming cup to her lips, and in one ill-advised gulp drained the contents therein. Adagio seemed to stiffen, her eyes growing wide as Sonata slowly lowered the mug from her lips.

“I love you magical marshmallow Dagi-bun!” Sonata tittered excitedly, and without so much as a pause sprang on the fur clad Dazzling matriarch. As they fell to the ground Sonata pelted Adagio’s face and hair with sticky post cocoa kisses. Adagio could only lay under the onslaught of sucrose laden affection as Aria began to cackle; Sunset and Pinkie sharing equally stunned looks. Adagio gave Sunset a look which conveyed the most terrifying sentiment of this entire fever dream, one of relief.
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“So last time your hair caught fire?” Sunset asked, sliding the pair of dark purple panties she’d chosen for the lazy winter day.

“Just one of the many reasons I don’t indulge Sonata’s bitchiness often,” Adagio said from behind the door of the shower as steaming water cleansed her of the stickiness which Sonata had wrought.

“I don’t get it,” Sunset said stepping into the shower, drawing her arms around Adagio and basking in the glorious sexy warmth that was the orange haired Siren. “Sonata’s some kind of evil super genius, and you’re a lab coat away from world domination, but when you two have a fight you have to settle it through this crazy cocoa ritual?” Sunset asked.

“While it may seem odd what Aria did was perfectly appropriate,” Adagio sighed, her eyes falling to the shower drain as water flowed in a vortex down the silver portal. “While Sonata might be a master of long lived, often impossibly genius schemes, she has the capacity to be quite reactionary,” Adagio continued turning and fixing her gaze on Sunset; with only some difficulty in keeping her eyes moving up. “It has long been my task to keep the harmony, and I can’t do that when I let someone that holds a grudge like Sonata get under my skin,” Adagio smiled sheepishly, looking all too cute in her vulnerable moment to Sunset.

“I suppose that makes sense, but is it really necessary for you to put yourself in harm’s way just to appease her when you were really both sorta being bitchy?” Sunset asked, her hands snaking their way up to Adagio’s shoulders as she leaned in for a humid embrace.

“I think you know as well as I do that Sonata’s long lived contemplation will kick in any time now,” Adagio chuckled, her nails trailing around Sunset’s hips. As her nails drew a soft shudder from the flaming haired fighter Adagio’s eyes flashed with a predatory glee. “Until then I have all the pent up stress from being so terribly forced to perform dangerous stunts during my precious writing time,” Adagio’s voice dripped with saccharine lust as she pushed her ample bosom against Sunset’s. Looking deeper now into Sunset’s eyes Adagio took two handfuls of Sunset’s pert ass.

Sunset gasped as Adagio’s nails dug fiercely into her sensitive flesh, and as a flush grew over her face Adagio’s bright wine colored eyes seemed to glow even brighter. Kneading Sunset’s firm bum Adagio moved in for a passionate kiss, the hot water of the shower cool by comparison to the flame growing between the two lovers. Adagio’s tongue swirled around Sunset’s, drawing soft moans from the former unicorn.

Not to be completely outdone Sunset scraped her nails up her lover’s back. Her rough ministrations brought a deep primal moan to Adagio’s throat, Sunset’s hands finally tangling themselves within the living mass that was Adagio’s amber locks. Her fingers curled the mass of soft soaked hair as she suddenly pulled the eldest Siren back. Sunset glared hungrily at Adagio, whose face shone with a delicious mixture of surprise and subtle pain from having her hair pulled. “Allow me to release some of that pent up stress for you,” Sunset growled, setting on Adagio in a flash, her hands moving with lightning speed and ferocious strength as she pinned Adagio against the shower’s wall.

Adagio could feel the burning pressure as her lover’s hands groped at her every erogenous zone. Sunset’s teeth met their mark next, equally swift and terrible as she set upon the Siren’s collar bone. Adagio could do little more than squirm, her throat releasing treacherous gasps and moans as she fought back feebly against Sunset’s immense strength. It wasn’t much of a fight, her body almost instantly heating with even greater desire, only wishing to move to a point where Sunset’s teasing gropes might affect more to the kindled flame of stress and lust in her core. “This is-” Adagio gasped, her words lost for a moment as a powerful pair of fingers tweaked her rock hard nipples “-completely unfair!” she finished

“You love it bitch,” Sunset growled dismissively, punctuating the statement with a particularly hard bite on Adagio’s ever so tender neck. Adagio had little more to do than let out a husky groan. Much as she loathed admitting it, each of her lovers had mastered pushing all of her buttons, and judging by the pace Sunset’s hands made southward, more buttons were soon to be pressed and at least one switch flicked. Adagio’s thought’s were brought to a screeching halt as Sunset’s lower hand quickly skipped past her navel, three fingers burying themselves inside the well and truly soaked Siren as Sunset suckled fiercely on what would no doubt be an impressive hickey.

“Fuck that’s good!” Adagio practically screamed, as Sunset’s rough hands worked her pussy with unwavering strength. So few lovers knew the value of being rough, and almost no lover knew how to really grind at the inner flame of a woman. It took almost no time for an orgasm to come rushing through Adagio, the pressure in her body building instantly to a head as the hot water cascaded over her. Pain and pleasure intertwined as the pressure of her well worked inner walls reached the maximum point. Still Sunset thrummed on, working past her lover’s uncontrolled attempts to force her out. Sunset tore every cry of pleasure she could from Adagio, reducing the proud Siren matriarch to a point of silent quivering bliss before letting her crumple to the shower floor.

Not content with simply relieving Adagio’s pent up frustrations, Sunset again took her lover’s locks in her fingers. Without warning she shoved Adagio between her thighs. “Use that mouth like the slut you are,” Sunset growled. Through the haze of her afterglow, deep in sub-space Adagio simply existed in the moment, her tongue moving with practiced grace. Even after such a brutal fucking Adagio’s skills in cunnilingus were unparalleled, sending electrical torrents of pleasure up and down Sunset’s spine as she moaned out in rapture. “Oh fuck yes!” Sunset all but screamed, grinding her hips into her lover’s face in the most primal fashion one could imagine.

The moments passed in a chorus of vulgar noises and moans which edged on primal groans. Adagio could only thank her lucky stars that Sunset had been taught well proper technique for pulling hair, otherwise the white knuckle grip on her follicles might end in an impromptu trip to the stylist. Still even through the approach to her own Earth shattering orgasm Sunset kept firm control, grinding, groaning, and gripping her lover in such a tight embrace that it made Adagio’s aching nethers hot from just the thought.

It came all at once, Sunset bellowing out Adagio’s name before losing her footing in the slippery shower. What followed could be best described as the most comical clusterfuck in orgasm history. Sunset’s sudden loss of traction meant the nemesis known only as gravity could attack. “SHIT!” Sunset yelled, eyes snapping open as she effectively punched Adagio in the face with the awesome force of a pelvic thrust, driving her ass up. Micro-seconds of terror as she fell in slow motion to the pristine white of the shower’s base. At the same instant Adagio, now internally questioning her lack of consideration to installing a mat in the damn shower, met the wall of the shower with the back of her head. The force, while far from lethal, sent her into a crumpled pile on the shower floor. A pile which Sunset Shimmer struck with the force of a Rainbow Dash diving into a freshly raked pile of leaves.

“OOF!” Adagio and Sunset gasped in unison, and the air was knocked from their orgasm weakened bodies. In the last moments of physics’ cruel joke the lack of relative friction caused by water and the slick nature of the floor sent the twin orange bodies of the lovers dancing around like so many badly coded textures in one of Aria’s games. Moments of stunned silence passed as the lovers, once engaged in the kind of fucking that only passion and stress can afford now victims of Discord’s latest wet dream, struggled to catch their breath.

“This moment never happened,” Adagio muffled, her face lodged in the least comfortable embrace Sunset’s ass could provide.

“Agreed,” Sunset muttered miserably, praying the warmth streaming down past her eye was water and that her skull was still completely intact despite the throbbing pain therein.

“Oh the camera begs to differ,” came the all too sweet voice of Aria from just outside the opened door of the shower. The pile of post-coital pain simply moaned.
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“Oh my goodness darlings!” Rarity exclaimed, her eyes alight with genuine concern as raucous laughter erupted from all but the distressed fashionista, a stunned Fluttershy, and the two lovers whose shame was being broadcast to the massive television in impossibly high definition at 60 frames per second. “Are you both quite alright? Fluttershy, can you see if either of the poor dears are concussed?!” Rarity continued, earning still more miserable groans from Adagio and Sunset. Truly to be laughed at for their incident was one offense to pride, but to be fawned over after being in a deeply passionate moment turned heinous disaster was karma reminding them that they were owed something.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy whispered, the flush prickling her cheeks as she rose from her place beside a gasping Rainbow Dash to examine the damage Sunset and Adagio had wrought upon themselves. After a few moments of the two being examined by Fluttershy and declared mostly undamaged, Adagio quietly slunk out of the room. While Sunset had managed to win back some of her pride by inflicting an immense amount of pain on Rainbow and AJ for being the first to laugh, she still found herself wholly mortified by the events of the day.

So it was Adagio found herself in Aria’s garage, taking an occasional drag from one of the myriad devices her lover left about the house primed for whenever a nic fit hit. The dull scratchiness of the over sweet fog on her throat combined with the still bitter cold of winter helped calm her crimson cheeks. Today had not been a good day, and plenty of wine might be required to blot out just how embarrassingly it had ended. So lost in her frustration and infatuation with the creme brulee flavored nicotine that she could not have noticed a figure slip quietly out of the door behind her.

It wasn’t until a warm embrace enveloped her, and the cool smoothness of a wine glass clinked to the small work table beside her that Adagio took note that she wasn’t alone. “Dagi… I’m sorry,” came the soft sweet voice of her Sonata Dusk. Adagio smiled softly, laying her empty hand against Sonata’s in silent affirmation, the best she could hope to achieve in her current shame. The two stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying the comfort of genuine love.

“I’m sorry too sweetie,” Adagio whispered, turning to face Sonata. Wine colored eyes met magenta and Adagio was once again taken aback at just how lovely Sonata was when she was being truly sincere. Her eyes shone with a gentle hesitation that she so often hid behind a pair of curtains made from feigned insanity and daftness. Open to show Adagio the slight fear and genuine concern she was obviously feeling. It was this trepidation that Adagio had so often soothed, this gentle empathy that had, in the past, made Sonata the most soulful of the three. Everything with Sonata was personal, and to that end she poured her heart and soul into everything she touched, and in this perfect moment Adagio was reminded of just why she was so in love with the silly super genius idiot.

“Please don’t be sad Dagi. I know how important your pride is sometimes, and I know it hurts when you look silly, but when you’re silly you’re the most pretty to me,” Sonata explained, snuggling closer to the matriarchal Dazzling. “I just hope you never hate me for sometimes wanting you to be silly for a minute,” Sonata whispered, her voice cracking ever so slightly as she spoke.

Adagio felt the strings of her heart pluck at that near imperceptible verbal tic. “Oh Sonata I could never hate you,” Adagio cooed, placing the vaporizer beside her untouched glass of wine so that she could wrap Sonata in a mighty hug. “You are perhaps the only woman in my world that can truly make me lighten up, and if I’m being honest it was a pretty humorous day… It certainly gives me more material for my next play,” Adagio giggled, a lilting soft thing so different from her typical predatory cackle.

“So you’re not mad?” Sonata asked, raising her head so that her adorable puppy-dog eyes met Adagio’s.

“No sweety. I’m a touch embarrassed, but my pride will survive. As long as you’re not mad that I snapped at you this morning I think I’ll be fine,” Adagio whispered, her soul positively melted by the look of simple relief and joy that Sonata now wore. “Now how about we go back in? MommaDagi has to save some face even if she just has to wear her typical ‘I don’t give a damn’ smile,” Adagio finished with a flourish, smiling predatorily with that unshakeable brand of spunk that only she had.

“How about we wait just a few more second?” Sonata said, smiling from ear to ear as she nuzzled into her beautiful love. “We don’t get to have special moments like these enough, and I don’t want this one to end.”

Adagio’s smile softened as she closed her eyes and leaned into Sonata. Both bathed in the light of that most incredible reaffirming moment that they had just shared. “You put a montage of them drunk on the tail end of the video didn’t you?” Adagio asked flatly, earning a giggle from Sonata.

“No, you put a full video of Rainbow in her Wonderbolt PJs, Rarity before makeup during a hangover, AJ moaning her brother’s name during her sleep, Fluttershy’s internet history with hardcore beastiality pasted over the actual links, and Pinkie Pie eating a sugar-free cupcake,” Sonata whispered, chuckling darkly as she finished. “Oh and you almost certainly used that special whipped cream bomb Pinkie made right on Aria’s favorite spot, and programmed her phone to delete the entire video before locking her out for a full hour.”

Adagio simply sat stunned at her tenacious lover as screams of indignation began from the living room sounding all too much like Rainbow Dash. “Sonata?”

“Yes Dagi?”

“You frighten me… Remind me of that next time I complain about the cocoa.”

“As it should be,” Sonata whispered sweetly as bellowing laughter and screams rang out from each individual woman in the house one by one until a cacophonous explosion and string of curses punctuated it all. Sonata and Adagio simply cackled in the empty garage.

Author's Notes:

She frightens me too Dagi. Well hello there my lovely readers! Sorry for the unannounced unplanned hiatus of the last few months. Life decided to do that thing it does where I have so much crap to do, and a huge case of writers block. But all is well, and if I'm being honest I'm enjoying writing more than ever! I hope this little bit of fun made you smile, and if it did let me know! Until next time may your cocoa always be cooked by forge!