The night sky blitzed with a thousand stars. The dark veil that loomed above us was littered with miniature pulsating lights. Constellations were found in every direction, as my walking partner pointed out. It truly was a mesmerising spectacle, similar to the blood stone caverns; the diamonds found in secluded areas of Hell were ever changing, forming into the most awe inspiring shapes and forms.

But this beats it by a mile, especially the way the occasional comet shot by… and how the moon illuminated the rows of flowers along the grassy path… and how all of the constellations seem to be themed around something called Hearts and Hooves day…

“So that’s what she meant by ‘it will be.’” I grumbled under my breath. The soft glow of my body was kept to a minimum, to avoid unwanted attention, but we might as well have brought a candle with us for all the good it did. The grass held the soft glow of my form, much like the roses I now despised.

“Excuse me? Did you say something?” the librarian asked, shifting her head to focus on me. What made matters worse was that with the illumination of my body, her lovely facial features seemed different.

“Nothing, just trying not to pass out.” I gave a weak chuckle, avoiding her amethyst gaze. I don’t know what it was, whether it was that smile, the midnight purple bangs parting slightly, or if it was purely just those wonderful eyes, but she seemed…

Prettier.

Just say it’s the horn, not exactly Sapphire Hue, but it still has something to it. M.V.R added, causing me to roll the flames in my sockets.

It’s more than likely that my form is adapting my preferences. Remember that one demoness, the one who made me feel a bit weird down there.

Actually that was because me and her reflection were knocking hooves and claws. Sorry. My mouth dropped, luckily I recovered as the mare stared into the stars.

What?!

Look, she was way out of your league. Her reflection even knew this, and so I used that to my advantage. Think of it this way, you’ve kind of already done the nasty with something with hooves.

Hold on, you can have sex?

Better sex. Besides didn’t you have a point to this?

Yeah, but we’re coming back to this. My point was that I would have never found her attractive if I was human. I commented, beginning an ascent up a hill.

Oh I see what this is. You’re in denial, as I recall you did the same thing with Sapphire Hue.

It makes sense. My mind is edited to suit the body I occupy, I mean, I didn’t think I’d eat spaghetti using humans instead of beef for bolognaise sauce. That was an interesting day, plus there was the whole I had to rip apart a man’s chest cavity and pull his brain down his throat. Still worth the punishment.

Okay that was your own fault. That prank will go down in history as the greatest abuse of power ever bestowed, yes, but you’re a Fighter demon not a Tormentor demon. I’m surprised you didn’t pick up any mental issues from that.

Just one, but he ain’t so bad. I heard I soft chuckle, bringing a small smile to my face.

“So Magma Vein...” she began with worry laced in her tone. “About Bloodrage.”

Heads up, the missus wants to talk.

M.V.R get that idea out of your…my head. Mortals and demons cannot be in a relationship of any sort, hence the mind wipe.

In Hell and on Earth. This is apparently Equestria.

“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you what I can.” I replied gloomily, stopping mid-way on the hill. I turned to face her and saw her giving me the same look she did back in the boutique. A horrid blend of terror and worry; an emotion based upon the fear of your own life and worry about the harm another could bring to those around them and themselves also.

I agree with you, she does look better when she smiles.

“What exactly is he?” she asked gingerly, looking me in my eyes. I remained silent whilst I pondered over this. I could only recall the other Primals I killed, even then that was only three, given that I can’t control him when he becomes me. Then I took into consideration of the recent events; the fact that I am able to communicate with him now was a major one, and also this whole duty thing.

“He is a part of me; it’s complicated what makes a demon what it is.” I looked over to the mare; it didn’t take a genius to know I hadn’t answered the question properly. “He is my species last line of defence. The boss decided to add it to our being when there was a rebellion. Many demons wanted out, of course we have scheduled at time to release Hell unto Earth but many were impatient. Many brought the world into a dark age. Others lingered around for centuries spreading hate and corruption.” She brought a hoof to her maw and gasped, but it didn’t deter me.

“So, to capture the mass of escapees, bring the world back on course, and keep the peace between the worlds we were ‘evolved’, if you like, to protect the gates of Hell until the appropriate time. That’s the origin of the Primals, hope you enjoyed the brief history lesson.” I gave her a few seconds to process the information, glancing at her whilst she scrutinized the floor.

“As to what he is, he is the thing that stops me from dying. Sort of like a boost, well that’s an understatement; steroids couldn't even make me as big when I turn into Bloodrage. Anyway, my body undergoes an immense change, growing and increasing in strength and metabolic reaction. I can regenerate and easily defeat anything that gets in my way. However, it results in my mind also changing as well. By that point Bloodreage is in control, and only retreats when the threats are gone. Meaning that whatever he finds as a threat has to be…” I couldn't finish; Cerberus popped into my mind.

On that day, not so long ago, I wanted to see the corpse; I searched all around me in the aftermath. Through the sticky gunk I had associated with Hell, I searched for my ever faithful companion. It took me longer than it should have to realise what had actually happened.

“Magma Vein I’m sorry.” I flinched as I returned to the world, a soft hoof resting on my shoulder. The hillside seemed darker and the grass seemed to have a sapphire tint, as did the shade of her coat.

“I’m doing it again aren’t I?” I added, scowling at nobody in particular.

“Yeah, have you always done that?” Twilight inquired. I slowly craned my neck around, first focusing on the hoof still attached to my shoulder before looking into her soul searching eyes. Letting a sigh escape, I shrugged her purple limb off.

“Only since coming here. A lot have things have changed because of this world.” I began walking back up the hill, my hooves dragging with each step. “My form, for example, this stupid pony body is messing with me; I get this blue flame whenever I act like a fucking wimp, the fact that my subconscious killer instinct has grown an actual personality and can possess me.” I turned back to face her, both us creeping slowly up the hill. “Tell me Twilight, do you have a book for a personality crisis that can bring about untold pain and suffering?” She took a step back, a nervous look frozen on her face.

“No, Magma Vein can you calm down?” she beseeched, but I was too busy ranting.

“I have to lie through my fangs to say I’m ‘normal’ and stuck in a costume. Who the fuck believes that? I have to spend a month in prison because I will give birth to a monster, which probably won’t even spare me. I’m potentially deadly wherever I go.” I chided to myself, raising my voice.

“Magma, please calm down!” she screeched, trotting alongside me. I was surprised to see another angry glare coming from her. The apex of the hill was coming into few, as was the large tree reaching out. The stars slowly disappeared behind the cover of thick leaves.

“Twilight I might be being a bit controversial when I say I don’t want to hurt anyone, given recent events, but I wouldn’t be lying. This world is not where I belong for obvious reasons.” I came to halt once more, sitting on my haunches. “The main one being that I don’t want to be the reason for ruining this paradise. I mean, being a demon I’m obliged to take part in the apocalypse on Earth; the end of the human world won’t be pretty, but neither are most of the humans.”

“That’s terrible!”

“That’s my point.” I replied, more composed. “That is another reason to go home, but the main one I don’t want to hurt anypony when I don’t have to. You guys were happy before I came here, and there was no danger.” I turned to face her, taking in the arched eyebrow.

“Actually, you’d be surprised how much trouble this town gets into.” I deadpanned, earning a sheepish smile from her. “Sorry, but I know we will get you home; Celestia is the most powerful pony in all of Equestria, I’m sure we’ll have no problem sending you back to Hell.” she added softly, merrily smiling afterwards. I had to laugh; I’ve never heard that said in such a nice way before. For a brief moment I returned to my original orange flaming form.

“You’re the first mortal to ever say that with kind intentions, you know that?” I gave another weak chuckle, watching as her smile disappeared when my glow turned reverted back to a navy light. I slowly turned around and finished the climb, staring at the flimsy grass beneath me.

“But that’s not all is it?”

“No,” I stopped at the top of this hill with my head facing the floor, “I’m going soft here, as you can see.” I was too focused on her to see midnight scenery around us. It was similar to when I was backing Luna up against the tree; only her in my sight, highlighted by a lavender glow whilst everything else was just slipping away into some dark void.

“I wouldn’t call killing Diamond Dogs going soft.”

“But it’s the fact I felt guilty afterwards. Spot and Bloodrage made me realise that I might have killed someone I could have saved, and then there’s you.” I responded, still focused on her. She stopped feet away, the soft glow of my returning orange form illuminating small parts of her snout.

“What about me?” she asked slowly, her expression saddening.

“You made me feel shame for what I did, and trust me Twilight, that is not an easy feat. Why?” I asked rhetorically before sighing.

“Because you remind me of a friend back home. A friend, who stepped out if the dark norm of discriminating ex-humans, and instead helped me survive long enough to be able to live by myself. I wouldn’t dare hurt her, ever. I couldn’t do it to you either Twilight.”

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My wounds oozed steadily; cracked plates on both my face and my chest informed the teacher it was time to quit. Then again, that moment was long ago. I rolled over, my claws grasping my bleeding shoulder. I glared and hissed at the opponent, spraying a thin mist of orange magma towards his shadowy form.

“Get up freak; I ain’t done with you yet.” snarled the beast. He resemble a minotaur, although this one far different to that I was familiar with in my scrapbook memory. His tusks were tipped with the stains of my life force; a single droplet made its way down the black bone before reaching his grey coat. Much of his form bulged with green vessels all leading to his head.

He turned away, snorting a disgusted jet of steam. I spotted the dull spines protruding out of his back, similar to the talons escaping his elbows.

“This creature is an abomination to our race and species. He should be put down for his weakness.”

I've had enough by this point. Nothing was working for me, even the abilities I was supposed to have developed hadn't made themselves known. Six months of being a demon and I couldn’t even possess anyone. I knew I couldn’t rely on strength at this point, even if the innate power was supposed to be apparent. I was angry, furious, and already wishing this guy to be dead.

I rolled onto my fours, gathering strength whilst he talked to his superior about an execution order. After watching him ‘train’ with the last ex-human, I was guaranteed my head on a pike somewhere.

“Wanna talk about weakness? Those punches you gave me didn’t do shit.” I remark, unfolding a clenched fist to prime my claws.

“It seems the whelp didn’t learn from last time. I guess overtime wasn’t enough huh?” I heard the slow thunder of his hooves returning to me. As expected they stopped in front of my shoulders. “What do you say now, human?”

I let out a small mumble.

“Say something?”

Again I let out a faint statement. After coaxing him to my level, by eyes spying the malice in his I whispered something as his head edged closer.

“Gotcha.”

Without warning I bolted up right, dragging my claw through the air. Upon making contact I left a heavy gash vertically up his chest, the friction of tearing through flesh and sinew slowed my claw enough to allow me to quickly grasp his neck. There was a gasp from the crowd; the betting office froze halfway through delivering their cash.

Whilst the moss like blood leaked onto the stone floor, he gurgled and choked. Oh I loved that look in his eye; the realisation that a supposedly underestimated being had managed to bring him onto the edge of oblivion. I wasn’t even done yet…

I had a score to settle with this bastard, and reputation to set.

Standing back up, I was easily another foot taller than him. Using my free claw I repeatedly upper-cutted the wound on his chest. Upon bringing him to his knees I released my grasp, still fuming and enraged. I grabbed the horns on his head, by which point he had tried to grasp my waist. A swift knee to his jaw dazed him long enough for me to snap the horns off.

Even with his blood curdling scream, the crowd and I remained silent.

I looked up and spied my trainer. I addressed him by his preferred name of ‘Teacher’. He was a stone golem, fiery and void of expression.

“Teacher, this creature is an abomination to our race and species. He should be put down for his weakness.” I remarked, earning an uproar of boos, growls and roars. However, the judge and jury simply nodded.

It was time for the executioner to do his part.

With both bones in my hand, I rotated them and drove them into his shoulders. Once again he yelped in pain. Resting my hands on top of the daggers, I began to push down until the poked through his armpits.

Taking each arm in claw and resting the flat of my claw foot against his injured abdomen, I began to try and pull his limbs off. This was the point when my demon strength showed up; the moment when I kicked him hard enough to send his body flying across the arena. Without a second to spare, I dropped his lifeless arms and walked out of the training grounds.

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I was abandoned in the infirmary; the fact that I had been waiting an hour to treat the wound on my head, and three more to only stop the bleeding form my chest plates but not disinfect or bandage it, proved this. I don’t know what these things want from me, but if it is dying, they are sure as Hell not going to get it.

The room was quiet, but the hustle and bustle of those ignoring me outside was ever present. Besides the hiss of my spilt molten blood as it hit either the stone bed I sat on or the floor, I could only hear the relatively quiet bubbling of some concoction in the corner of the room.

In light of recent events circulating around the clinic, many had stopped by, only to glance at my form. Not doctors, oh no, just Torturers, Fighters, and even Fear mongers visited briefly.

All of which sharing their opinions of killing one of the toughest guards around, none were having anything positive to say about it. Except one.

I don’t know if it was this body, I have been noticing changes in what I find attractive recently. I found it ironic to describe her as an angel, but those were the only words I could think afterwards. The way her ghostly hair and eyes peeked around the door frame showed her timid nature towards me.

“Hello? Can you talk?”

Great, another one of THOSE demons. I mentally commented, rolling my eyes.

“I swear you can speak; it was impressive what you did in the arena. Not many survive the wrath of Poisoned Stomp, even fewer who were ex-humans. Can you understand me?” She entered into full view, clinging slightly to the doorframe. She was easy on the eyes to say the least, and those horns were something special. As much as I wanted to try to be smooth, I found her condescending tone irritating.

“Of course I can, I can understand you all perfectly, but apparently when I say ‘the timer stopped twenty minutes ago’ I’m talking a different language.” I responded harshly, watching her take a step back.

“Sorry; this is my first time talking to an ex-human. Most of them are slaughtered before the end of the third month, by the masses.” she added, taking a step in.

“Then talk to me as you would to others. We speak the same language, but some of the things you say does boggle me slightly at times,” I replied calmly, watching her mouth the word boggle, “it means confuse.”

“Boggle. That is a new word to grace my tongue.”

“Keep it, consider it a gift.”

“Do I detect sarcasm?”

“Possibly.”

I don’t know why, nor did I care, but she let out a short giggle. I don’t think I’ve heard laughter like that when I’m around; most of the amusement is at me, not with me. It was… nice to hear. Can I say that? I’m a demon, can I be nice?

“You don’t seem to be the degenerate creature I have been informed about.” she ‘complimented’, walking into the room with more confidence.

“Sorry to disappoint you-Ouch.” I hissed, feeling a sting in my chest. I checked the wound to find it was starting to bleed once more. Slowly mind you.

“Oh my, that is quite a breach in your armour. Where is the doctor?” she asked moderately concerned, walking at a much slower pace.

“They have forgotten about me, likely due to the apparent fact that ex-humans are a lesser race.” I responded, watching her come close enough to inspect the wound. The soft glow of amber illuminated the pearl blue skin in the gaps of the silver armour she wore. He facial features seemed to shift into a scowl, but they softened when she looked me in the eye.

“That’s sad. You seem to be far more civil than what was originally depicted of your kind of demon.”

“That’s… a first for me.” I glanced away, resting my wounded head on my still bloody claw. “Normally it’s ‘you should leave now before you infect us.” I sighed, staring off into space. I pondered over the amount of times me and fellow ex-humans were discriminated against and deemed to be weaker than others. I could only wonder if today actually did anything beneficial for me.

Probably not going to be the case, even if I now do have a reputation of being able to hold my own, sort of anyway.

I was shocked out of my stupor when I felt the light touch of her hands on my rocky jaw. With no effort on her behalf, she turned my head and met no resistance from me in any form. She looked at me with pained eyes.

“What are-“ was I managed before she silenced me. Bringing her finger to her lips, maintaining that mask of sorrow, she shushed me. I watched as her tail brought what appeared to be a first aid kit towards us from the wall. Sitting on the bed, perched next to me with the opened box on her lap, she began to slowly address my wounds.

I didn’t register the spikes of pain from the antiseptic, nor the dabbing of some strange cotton like substance in my wound, due to my eyes being locked on her. I studied her as she worked, following any instructions given and noticing how she never took her eyes off my injuries.

“Thank you.” I earned a small smile from her as she finished bandaging my head up.

“You’re welcome, as you should be in the underworld. We are demons here, bound for eternity to serve the dark lord. When the hour is upon man we shall seize earth and complete our part in the end of days. Then the angels shall come and we will return once more as the world is reshaped in the creator’s vision. Those who are to be brought here will know pain beyond comprehension as us minions of the ruler of Hell unite to punish the damned.” she replied darkly, giving me a smirk as I cocked an eyebrow.

“I… must have missed that part of the contract.” Again she let out a soft chuckle, which I couldn’t help but join in with.

“You are also humorous; that was an oath I had to take upon completing my training as a Tormentor on the lust level. Tell me, where I can find you out of your training hours?”

“I don’t have anywhere to stay.” I admitted, slightly embarrassed. I guess after getting along well with an attractive female, stating your temporally homeless is a big blow to any male’s ego.

“You mean, you’re without shelter?”

“Yeah. Bloody guards won’t investigate the demon that collapsed my room.”

“This is horrifying! I cannot let you wander Hell without a place to rest.” I was surprised to say the least. First she’s not a bitch, second she has done more for me than the doctors have ever even thought about doing, and now she hates the fact that I might be sleeping outside for a while.

“You can stay with me for a while,” she continued, smiling sincerely, “I can make room. I have a spare room belonging to an old roommate.” After completing her sentence, I could have sworn she mumbled something about him being eaten by some sort of demonic plant.

“Err…thanks.” I responded merrily, grinning and exposing my fangs. “But Miss, I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Sapphire Hue, but you may refer to me as Sapphire if you wish to. Tell me, Fighter, what is your title?”

“They called me Magma Vein, but you can call me Magma.”

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“Over the years we became close friends. We were one heck of a team; we both had similar interest, such as exploring what Hell has to offer for us demons. However on occasion I did drag her into some form of prank, with hilarious results. She was highly intelligent, much like you Twilight. Moving day was sad, but we always met up and hung out, and she always supported me in reaching the higher ranks.” I finished, resting at the base of the tree.

After lacking the strength to continue standing, the virus that was fatigue spreading to my eyes, I simply lay down at the base of the tree. She soon joined me, but took a while to get used to the cold grass we lay upon.

I had been narrating my tale, avoiding the gory bits for her sake, whilst looking upon Ponyville. I had to admit it was an inspiring sight. If Luna was in fact trying to set a romantic mood, she wasn’t failing.

Not that it was the current mood in the atmosphere, for me anyhow.

The yellow illumination of window lights soon died down as the night moved on; Ponyville was shortly going to be completely in the land of nod, barring a few stargazers who may be wondering the darkened town. The countryside charm seemed to be highlighted by the night sky as the sleeping town rested below the sparkling midnight sky.

It was a beautiful sight, especially when a green aura coincidentally came into view, as well as an extremely bright heart shaped constellation.

I guess she got bored of the subtle approach.

“She sounds lovely; I was worried you were going to say you didn’t have any friends at all.” My companion stated, shivering slightly.

“Don’t worry, I made friends.” I responded reassuringly, glancing to my right. She must have been a foot away, still gazing at the celestial spectacle with a small shivering smile.

“Are you cold?”

“Just a little, I’ll be fine when we get back home.” she replied, facing me with a pleasant smile whilst her eyes were shut.

“Here let me-“ My body decided to interrupt me by yawning loudly, “take care of that.” I finished drowsily. I unfolded my wing and, despite the awkward jerks, managed to drape it over her. I could tell she was worried when the flaming canvas of my form rested upon her fur, but once it settled I noticed that lovely smile return.

“Thanks, are you okay? You look beat.” she observed, shuffling closer slightly to inspect me.

“Truth be told Twilight, I don’t think I’ll… I’ll…” I tried to finished, but instantly began to feel weaker and weaker. I mustered enough to willpower to fight of the demand for sleep and faced her. “Yeah I’m going to sleep here tonight. Wanna join me? It’s a good night.” I added, accepting my fate here.

“I don’t know, I mean, what about the risk of hypothermia?”

“Twilight, I’m part fire.”

“Oh.” I saw her look away, but not far enough for her to hide the faintest tone of crimson on her cheek.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I was just thinking…” once again I was disturbed by a drawn out yawn. “You wouldn’t have to walk all the way to the library; I can provide the heat and keep us both warm, you can do a bit of star gazing, and you can tell Celestia you went camping, sort off.” I put forward, whether she stayed or not was not relevant; I was stuck here and was going to have to rough it.

"I suppose I could write a report on constellations, given how so many a currently present. Oh but I don't have anything to write with."

"You could do it tommorow, or even if you can't, just enjoy the sight." My tone of voice lowered as I said "It seems Luna went all out tonight." She looked up into the sky and groaned.

"So that's what she meant."

"Uhuh." I let out a small chuckle, to which she joined in with.

"So what would you be doing right now, on a normal Ponyville day without looking after a demon who in turn is looking after you?" I asked, looking towards the town.

"Well I have a schedule I keep to. Sometimes I help parts of the time out with organisation; Mayor mare sometimes gets me to help plan town meetings and festivities. Then most of the days I'm studying new spells or reading some stories."

"Do you ever leave that library? I mean you're pulling of the cute librarian look already, you don't need to fulfill the other criteria."

"Obviously, I-I-I mean I go out, not that I try hard to look like a cute librarian. I mean I..." she responded, tripping over her own words.

"I get it Twilight, you go out with your friends. I was was kidding."

"Oh right, yeah, silly me." she laughed nervously, staring at the grass before her. I'm no rocket scientist, but I could tell I had to rescue her from herself at this point.

"You know a lot about the stars, then again your name is Twilight Sparkle. Is it a hobby of yours?" I asked, sensing the relief her form. She smiled at me before turning to face the lights above the village.

“Well, I used to do a lot stargazing before bed as a filly. For reasons like this; it is beautiful night isn’t it?” she said, dreamily gazing up to the stars.

“Yeah, the sights are heavenly.” I added, regretting the action immediately. It was the way she looked at me as I, slowly, said the word ‘heavenly’, whilst looking into her magenta eyes. At that moment the moon decided to come into view, and fire flies danced around us. We were locked, frozen beneath the warm blanket that was my wing.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that for. By the fact she smiled sheepishly, still gazing into my eyes, and I had spotted my flames turning to the faint colour of rose, I could tell she took the compliment to heart.

I on the other hand was incredibly embarrassed.

Wow, and that was accidental. Smooooooth. remarked M.V.R.

“I…err…that was… you said beautiful, and I was looking at something good looking too, I mean, oh God.” I stammered, my flames becoming a party pink tone. She giggled, further increasing the intense emotion.

I think that was intentional. Dude, you’re a machine!

“It’s okay, just a slip of the tongue.” I heard a content sigh, not sure if it was me or her. “I won’t hold you too it, I-I know you don’t really mean it, like that.” That tone sounded weaker, probably due to exhaustion. I suppose it was a good time to call it a night.

“Yeah…let’s go with that.” I replied, burying my head in my hooves. She fidgeted around, occasionally bumping shoulder pouldrens.

Be careful not to roll over, you might spike her. I think if you’re going to stick anything in her, the last thing you should do is stab her in her eye or something.

Thanks for the tip.

Okay now that she is sleeping with you, you should try and get her to ‘sleep with you.’ My unassigned wingman suggested, only causing my glow to brighten.

“Why are you so pink?”

“I don’t know it must be a mortal pony thing.”

“Turning pink is normal for a demonic pony?” she asked skeptically. I looked under my wing, seeing the mare pressing her side against mine. I spotted her studying me as she made contact, I guess she was testing the water to see if she was making me feel awkward.

“Twilight, I don’t even know what is normal for a demonic pony who isn’t pink.” I replied, hoping to avoid admitting I was still embarrassed about the whole wonderful comment.

“I kind of like it, makes you seem more cuddly.” With that I groaned and lowered my wing, blocking her face from my view and frowning at Ponyville. Her head popped out and giggled softly as I frowned.

Thankfully my orange hue returned.

After letting out an adorable yawn, she seemed to shuffle away, a dark smirk on her maw. After resting her head between her hooves, I copied.

Wow. You just got played. Damn…that’s hot!

“This is for the whole ‘Hi honey, I’m home’ thing isn’t it?”

“And the cute librarian remark.” I gave up pursuing any more inquiries, so instead I just sighed and buried my head in my hooves.

“Twilight?”

“Yeah?”

“I hate being a pony.”

“Goodnight Magma Vein, sweet dreams.”

“ I hate mortals.” I mumbled.

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I don’t know how, nor do I understand what forces were at work, but once I woke up I found myself to be in mixed state.

The first eyeful of the new day was of Ponyville under the morning sun. The grass had gained a much brighter green vibrancy to it compared to last night, as had the pastel blue sky. The town seemed to be bustling with life, given the amount of flying objects darting around overhead. Like flies around food, the dots whizzed and shot about, following seamlessly random flight path. I couldn’t help but grin at the sight. I might have enjoyed the scene even more, but my wing was feeling incredibly cramped.

Turning to my side, I spotted the problem.

It was a lavender, horned, cute one.

Somehow, she had managed to cocoon herself in my wing, snuggled up with her back to me, and was chewing on my wing. Oh and it gets better; apparently, out of the two of us, I am the big spoon. The fact she had her hoof over mine did not ease the sense of dread I had.

I considered shadow sinking out of there, but without a shadow to latch on to I could move. Also, the act would drop her against the small stone burrowing into my hoof that was supporting her head. She would wake up at the slightest movement.

I was fucked… and not in the good way as M.V.R joked about all morning.

Whilst trying to get back to sleep, seeing as I had nothing else to do out here, I chatted with myself.

For the last time, we did not have sleepwalking sex.

So why do you have a Twilight burrito attached to your body?

She tossed and turned obviously.

You hoped she tossed, hehehe.

I’m getting tired of these comments M.V.R. Pack it in.

Fine, fine. Obviously, you’ve grown attached to the little mare. I will only make jokes about the other ponies.

I meant in general.

You sound like, you might be taking me seriously. Maybe even thinking about it.

Well that’s a lie. I just wanna get home before I do any real damage.

Whilst that is true, I can tell, you also wouldn’t mind staying. Well, if you could somehow become a normal pony.

No, I have my duties to perform. I can’t stay.

Still clinging to that huh? Let's see, who do we know who also sounds like that? Oh yeah! That bastard opposite me, behind that weird barrier thing, that wants to go on rampage. Bloodrage, when did you get out? he remarked, annoyed by my current trail of thought.

Like on Earth, with the humans, I shouldn't get involved. I am just doing what I should do which is get back to Hell. Who knows what is happening without the Guardian by the gates.

The probably would have replaced you. Look, I know because I have seen it, you wouldn't mind staying. You're like the other demons who want to get into heaven, only difference is that you made it.

This is not heaven, this is God knows where. It maybe like I chose purgatory and this is the final hurdle, but I just want to get back to Hell. I can't do this.

The old purgatory method was bet- Fuck.

The old method? M.V.R what are you talking about?

No matter how much I tried to get his attention, no matter how long I mentally yelled, he would answer me. He went dark. I didn’t not like it one bit. I chalked him up as trying to ignore me and snuggled up to the root of the tree I now found strangely comfortable.

“Oh. My. Gosh!” My eyes shot open, scanning the area around me. Lord behold, there floating gently with a shocked expression was Rainbow Dash. Her maw slowly curved into a large devious smile.

“No, it’s not what you-“ I was going to state the obvious, shortly after go down the road of ‘I did not sleep with her’, but Twilight decided to add something to the conversation.

“Biolumi....nescent gel…natural armour...plating…snuggly wuggly…” she added lazily, rolling over and burying her head into my chest. Her horn rubbed against my cheek as she drooled slightly onto me. Once again, my flames shifted to a shade lighter than Fluttershy’s mane.

“Don’t listen to her! She’s sleep talking! Rainbow I didn’t-“

“Oh I think I know what she is talking about. She must be having one heck of a dream! Hahaha.” She fell to the floor laughing. I’m surprised she didn’t wake up Twi. “Oh man, I gotta tell Rarity about this.”

“NO!” I yelled, struggling to my hooves. Before I could even get one hoof firmly planted on the ground, she took off leaving a rainbow trail.

I do not lie; I think I managed to make my magma blood boil.

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“Okay class, let’s begin today lesson by recalling words and phrases we can use in our stories.” Miss Cheerilee had been waiting to reach her favourite topic of the syllabus: Equestrian writing. So far, despite the slow start, the pupils seemed to be showing a keen interest in the field of creative writing.

“So who wants to share with us their homework on what a character can say when he is incredibly angry?”

There was a flock of hooves launching into the air, followed by many “Me! Pick me!”.

“Hmmmm. How about you Snails? Your story has been very interesting.”

“Yessss!” he hissed, sharing a bro hoof with his best friend Snips.

Using his teeth, he pulled out a sheet of paper, filled with hastily scribbled words and phrases. Upon placing the paper squarely in the center of his desk, and clearing his throat, he opened his mouth and prepared to share his created writings with pride.

“FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” was all that was heard, Blasting across the school, and echoing all around the classroom and outside. The teacher could have sworn she heard it travels towards the rest of Ponyville as well.

Miss Cheerilee, as well as the rest of the class, all faced him with their jaws hanging loose. Besides his mouth slowly creeping shut, he remained completely motionless.

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So this is just to tide you over until I get more time. With college starting soon, and me having to go about the tiring task of switching courses to get more free time, I am afraid updates may be longer than usual. However, do not fear! There will be updates.

This thing is my baby!

Onto the future!