Living with an overly-attached foxy diamond dog and now a very horny demon that I learned was half succubus, half demon lord was not on my things to do before I die. Not that I am complaining now if ONLY THAT I WAS A GUY! Then I could be happy about all of this. Then again, if I don't get used to the fact that my change as a girl will be forever. Then I might do something stupid and go full hermit before I lose my virginity, again.

I laid down on my little bed in my pet cave at the other end of Silvers room and thought about things with Angel sitting down on the floor content with the fact that we get to share a room. It was...strange to say the least. Most would think that a demon would have tried to kill them at some point and take over their body to do whatever demons do, but Angel? All she wanted to do was be my servant and sex. Lots of sex. If she wasn't being nice and still she was trying to get in my pantsu.

I rolled over to avoid her alluring gaze that I knew would cause me some problems in the future. It must have been something to do with her succubi side, but I don't want to find that out...yet.

"Is something the matter mistress?" spoke Angel.

"Yesnomabyeso?" I chuckled turning back over to watch her expression change from concern to the cutest dumbfounded expression that might be too moe for a sane person. After a few seconds, smoke started coming out of her ears and she held her temples trying to make an oncoming brain damage go away.

"What?" she whined. I laughed quietly at how dense she is.

"Sorry, it's just you are so cute when you get confused," I smiled, "Anyhoo. I'm fine, just lost."

"Lost? How can you be lost? Do you have amnesia?"

"No," I said applying hand-to-face, "I just don't know what to do."

"I see...Whynot go on an adventure!" she cheered. I applied hand-to-face again with a grunt.

"As much as I would like to know what it would be like to run for my life wherever I go. I don't want to leave you behind without some sort of means to hide your wings, horn and tail. So we both are stuck here for a while until I get some answers."

"Answers? From who?"

"Nevermind. Wheres Silver? I need to get laid."

After defending my holy grail from Angel after I said Silver gets first dips --'even though I didn't like that idea,' Silver walked into the room, glaring at Angel with death itself before coming up to me swing her hips in a way to put the succubi to shame.

"How are you my love~" Silver purred, kicking Angel to the side of the room then began crawling onto my bed, beckoning me closer.

"You are still in the friend zone so..." I paused to push her face from getting too close and sat closer to the wall. "No touching."

"Humpf," she frowned crossing her arms with a pouty face. "What does it take to play with your slick tongue?"

"Dinner and acting decent," I said dryly. "Also, I'm not ready for that yet. So the sooner you start treating me like a person and not an exotic prize. The sooner you can do that. The sooner I can show you a trick to make you scream with a single touch~" I purred before I realized what the fuck I just said. What the hell? Okay... note to self. Figure out if I can go into heat before I die from snoo snoo.

"Really!" she cheered ecstatically. Silver Jumped off of my bed like a little girl that got a ticket to Disney Land.

"Ye... yeah. Sure," I looked away uneasily.

The next few days were uneventful. Silver did... Whatever she does. The other diamond dogs stayed far away from me and Angel out of fear or respect. More on the former. We spent the time above ground. Talking walks through the forest and eating lunch in the abandon weather factory. I made the note to stock up on long enough nails to be used for my railgun spell. It has saved me twice, it can do it again.

Angel and I walked through the distraught halls; of moss, crumbled stone and hanging wires that made up of most of the abandon weather factory. Angel figured out how to hide most of her appearance, making her look almost as human as I, but she kept the horns. As for her wings and her tail...they went somewhere. We explored the place though nothing in it was off value unless you could strip away all the sky metal that made up most of the structure.

We found a place to sit in the main atrium to eat lunch which consists off gems, which surprisingly enough. I can eat and so can Angel. I pulled out a ridiculously large ruby and began chewing the strawberry tasting gem while Angel nibbled on a green sapphire. Her face lit up in delight as she moaned at how wonderful the watermelon tasting sapphire was to her. I cracked a smile and looked around at my surroundings.

This factory used to have a heyday. The atrium was roman themed. Old roman style pillars must have dominated the room, but were know on the ground in large pieces collecting dust. The ceiling was opened up like a dragon decided to use it as a chew toy. The various doors and walls looked like a war were fought in here. The old white tiles were utterly destroyed and all that was left in its place was grass and water that flowed through the complex like a miniature river. At the entrance stood a few ponies looking at us with their... weapons... drawn...

"Oh shit."

Silver walked away from the training room, sweaty and very happy. Having to beat those that think they are better than her to a pulp was more entertaining than putting one of her suitors. Though, with her desire set on her hard-to-get mistress Cinder. Her suitors have been feeling quite lonely as of late.

The fun she had with them was fun and all, but too much sex would leave her rump sore and not very sensitive for the next round. Though, going cold turkey for a long while, especially since Cinder said that she was interested was driving her crazy. 'Oh, all the things that we could do! I wonder what secret things she can do with her delicate fingers. Just thinking about her ravaging me drives me up the wall!' Silver thought, biting her lips.

Silver turned a familiar corner that leads to the surface. The soft smell of the forest landscape filled her senses as the light from the surface temporarily blinded her.

The familiar sight of evergreen was something that she took for granted. She couldn't understand why Cinder or that demon Cinder called Angel, liked it that much. The scents were overwhelming! The flowers, the trees, the dirt and morning dew. All of it assaulted her snout causing her to sneeze.

"Celestia dammit," she sniffled. Silver walked away from the mouth of the cave and followed the sweet scent of her mistress. The scent that was intoxicating to downright addictive which leads to the pony factory.

Celestia stared at the two beings that sat on a broken desk, eating what it appears to be, gems. The one with white hair, wearing a simple brown tunic and slippers, froze in place, while the one with black hair, wearing black armor that resembled a wolflike design, slowly sat up and reached into its satchel, pulling out a long, rusty nail.

Both of them were startled, but the one with black hair was preparing to attack. Her eyes, her azure eyes held courage and sadness. She (if it was a 'she') didn't want to fight, but was preparing none the less. Captain, Dread Step: a large, dark grey earth pony with a short, jet black mane, stepped forward with a mace in the hoof. The one with black hair notice the mace and began to slow its breathing. 'Strange, normally a being who sees a weapon usually panics. Unless...' Before Celestia could complete the thought. An arc of electricity erupted from the hand of the black haired one, enveloping the nail. She aimed it at the Captain who was starting to break from the formation. Before I could stop him, he took the initiative and charged the frightened mare.

Within a fraction of a second. A sudden boom of thunder exploded in the room, followed by a strange light. The smell of sulfur, iron and burnt flesh assaulted Celestia's nose as she search for what happened. She saw the girl pull out another nail from her satchel and the white-haired one was right behind her. 'But where was...?' Her thought stopped as she stared at a black stallion, missing his head and part of his torso. His skin was singed and his head... was nailed to the wall behind her.