Scene 1 – As wedding bells play

It was dark inside the office. The four ponies in the room all sat and remained quiet. The Pegasus mare sitting along the wall swirled the cider around in her glass, before taking a sip. Eventually, the sun came back out from the clouds outside, illuminating the room. The pony sitting behind the desk in the middle of the room leaned forward, welcoming the mare across from him to finally speak.

“Don Colteone, thank you for inviting me to such a special occasion for you. I don’t want to waste your time sir, so I’ll get right to the point. My daughter, she is currently in the hospital, I love her ever so much. She was put there recently by a couple of stallions, whom she had turned down, and had proceeded to beat her senseless for it. My daughter’s beautiful face will no longer be the same again. I went to the police, and was able to bring the two stallions to court, even managing to have them sent to jail. However, the very same day, the court released them. They released them! The stallions whom nearly killed my daughter, allowed to walk the streets again! They laughed at me as they passed by, even attempting to size me up as well. Don Colteone, I ask that you please bring justice to them. I ask that you…”

The mare tried to gather the words, but instead got up, went around to the pony behind the desk, and whispered them into his ear, before returning to her seat. The pony sat there for a minute, before shaking his head.

“I’m afraid, that I cannot do.” He replied to the mare.

“But my Don!” The mare spoke aloud.

Don Colteone raised his hoof, silencing her.

“You come to me asking for justice for your daughter, but yet you’ve already gotten your justice against the stallions.”

The mare regained her composure, before speaking.

“That was not justice my Don, they were released. Justice still needs to be served.”

Don Colteone stood up from his desk, and walked over to the window. He took a second to look through the blinds, at the party going on outside, of which he wanted to be a part of.

“Red Gala. Red Gala. You come to me, on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding, and ask me to kill a couple of stallions for you, and call it justice. If you truly wanted such a fate to befall them, why did you not come to me first, instead of the police?”

Red Gala tried to answer, but turned her gaze to the desk.

“Had you come to me first, then your enemies, would have become my enemies, and the entire matter would have been settled. Instead, you ask me after the fact, to kill them. I remind you, that your daughter is still alive, yes? I cannot kill them.”

Red Gala turned her gaze back to the Don.

“Make them suffer then. Just as they did my daughter.”

Don Colteone walked over to Red Gala, placing a hoof on her shoulder.

“What have I done to deserve such disrespect from you Red Gala? You’ve never wanted my friendship. I can’t even remember the last time you invited me over to your house for a muffin. You even refuse to call me Pony Father. Yet, on the day of my daughter’s wedding, you want me to kill for you, and call it justice.”

Red Gala stuttered out a response, both fearful and sorrowful.

“Be…be my friend? Pony Father.” She then proceeded to take his hoof on her shoulder, and kiss it.

Don Colteone took his hoof back.

“Very well.” He then began to escort her out of the room, talking to her along the way. “Now, there will come a time, and it may very well never happen, that I will call upon you for a service. I trust that when that time comes, that you will answer.”

The mare thanked him again, as she closed the door behind herself.

Don Colteone called the Pegasus on the side of the room over to him.

“Prim. Send a couple of the boys to find these stallions, and let them know that the family knows about them. Also, bring Looka in.”

The mare nodded her head, before walking out the door.

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Outside, the party was going on, full swing. The musicians were on stage, playing light classical music, while ponies all around the yard were dancing. A few ponies sitting along the tables surrounding the yard, were hitting the cider a little hard, but made sure not to disrupt the event going on around them. A photographer wandered around, taking pictures, until one of her cameras was broken by a guest’s guard, for taking a picture of him. Outside the gate, a pink pony with a canon was stopped by the guards, whom immediately told her to leave.

The musicians finished their current piece, to the applause of the crowd. The pony on the cello asked the pianist to play a light ensemble for a little while, so that she could mingle with the crowd for a bit. She walked off the stage, and over to a red stallions sitting at one of the tables nearby.

“You were amazing up there Octavia.” The stallion responded to her, as she approached.

Octavia let out a slight blush, as she walked over and gave a little peck on the stallion’s cheek, before sitting down with him.

“Thank you Cinnamon. You’re always ever so sweet.”

“I still can’t believe that you invited me to your sister’s wedding. I’m really honored.” Apple Cinnamon replied.

Octavia let out a happy sigh, as she looked out into the crowd, and spied her sister, Bonnie, dancing with her husband, Lucko.

“She sure has grown up fast. I still remember when we were little fillies, running around the park. Now she’s here today, getting married.”

Cinnamon nodded in agreement, but his attention quickly shifted to a large, and slightly intoxicated stallion sitting behind them. He was talking to himself, and his words sounded very unpleasant. Cinnamon tapped Octavia on the shoulder, asking who the drunk was behind them.

“Oh, his name is Looka. He’s worked for my father for years. Usually handling some of his dirty work.” Octavia told Cinnamon.

“D…dirty work?” Cinnamon responded.

Octavia placed a hoof on Cinnamon’s shoulder, and looked into his eyes.

“Believe me, I take no part in my families affairs. The two of us will never have to worry about any of it. Trust me.”

Cinnamon nodded in relief. A grey Pegasus mare then approached the couple, seeming happy to see Octavia.

“Octavia, it’s so good to see you again.” The mare spoke, before giving Octavia a hug. “From the looks of it, it appears your career as a famous cellist is going well.”

Octavia had returned the hug with glee, and was delighted at the compliment.

“Thank you Prim. It’s so good to see you too.”

Cinnamon gave a little “ahem” cough.

“Introductions Octavia?”

“Oh, my apologies Cinnamon. This is my sister, Prim Raining. She’s the advisor for my father.”

Cinnamon shook Prim’s hoof.

“A pleasure to meet you Prim.”

“Likewise.” Prim replied. “It was good to see you again Octavia, but I need to get back to father.” With that, Prim left the couple at the table, and proceeded to grab Looka, bringing him inside with her.

Cinnamon turned to Octavia, a confused look on his face.

“She is your sister? But she’s a Pegasus, and doesn’t sound anywhere related to you?”

Octavia gave a little chuckle, before answering Cinnamon.

“My father found her in the street, when she was very young, and took her in. He’s raised her like family ever since, and has even become an honorary member of the family. She’s being groomed to be the family consigliore, and my father always takes her advice before making any big decisions. ”

“Oh, I see.” Cinnamon replied.

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Back inside,

Prim ushered Looka towards the Don’s office, before heading upstairs.

“Sunny! Sunny, where are you?” Prim could hear some banging on a door at the top of the stairs. “Hey Sunny, are you in there?”

On the other side of the door, Sunny was pinned between the door, and her sister’s best stallion on top of her.

“Uhh, yeah. I’ll be out there in a minute Prim.”

Prim remained quiet on the other side of the door, until she heard the banging continue, and Sunny start to moan. Prim let out a chuckle and a grin, as she headed back downstairs.

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Outside in the yard, a big commotion had begun to rise, as a pony made their way through the crowd.

“What’s going on? Who’s that pony over there Octavia?” Cinnamon asked.

Octavia looked into the crowd, to see whom Cinnamon was talking about, until she found the pony in question.

“Oh, it’s Vinyl! I’m so glad she could make it.”

“Vinyl? As in, Vinyl Scratch!? The famous DJ pony in Equestria? You know her!?” Cinnamon replied.

“Why yes, of course. Vinyl and I were roommates when I was first starting out my career. I would practice my violin and cello, while she would blast her wubs almost all day. I was able to catch my big break, when the Fillyharmonic Orchestra offered to let me join them, and Vinyl was able to get her start, thanks to my family actually.”

Cinnamon seemed taken aback.

“Wow. How did that work out?”

Octavia seemed a little reluctant to respond at first, but she turned to Cinnamon and told him the story.

“Vinyl had been trying to join a DJ club in Filly Delphia, but the producer at the club just wouldn’t have her. She told my father about the situation, so he told her that he would make the producer an “offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“What was the offer?” Cinnamon asked.

“One of my father’s men held a gun to the producer’s head, and my father told him that either Vinyl’s hooves would spin on the records, or his head would. Needless to say, Vinyl started working there the same day.”

Cinnamon looked afraid.

“Whoa. Your father really does that kind of thing to ponies?”

Octavia put a hoof on Cinnamon to reassure him.

“Yes, but I told you, that’s not me, and it won’t be us. I promise.”

Just then, Vinyl made her way over to Octavia and Cinnamon.

“Hey Octi! How’s it going!? Ah, so this must be that stallion you told me about. He seems cool.” She leaned in to Cinnamon, grinning, and whispered in his ear. “I know things about Octi you’ll never find out big boy.”

Cinnamon gave a nervous gulp.

“That so huh?”

Vinyl let out a laugh.

“Ha ha! I’m just kidding ya stud. So Octi, is your father in? I need to talk to him.”

“Yes, he’s in his office Vinyl. I’m sure you still know your way around?” Octavia replied to her friend.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.” Vinyl responded, before walking away.

Cinnamon turned to watch her walk away.

“Wow, she really is something. Uh, say, what does she mean about knowing things about you?”

Octavia blushed, and let out a little squee.

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An older pony walked out of the Don’s office, as Vinyl walked in.

“Hey, Donnie! How’s it hanging?” Vinyl spoke to Don Cotleone.

One of the Don’s guards started to get up from the side of the wall, but Don Colteone raised a hoof, stopping him.

“It is quite alright. Ms. Scratch is a longtime friend of my little Octavia, and as such, is my Pony daughter. She may address me how ever she wishes.”

“Cool, cool.” Vinyl replied. “So uh, listen Donnie, I need a little favor from ya.”

Don Colteone folded his hooves on his desk.

“I’m listening.”

“Well, ya see. There’s this big DJ slot in Las Pegasus, and I’d really like to have it, but then there’s this stuck up producer that refuses to give me a chance. I mean, what’s up with that? If you can, I’d really like your help in getting the slot Donnie.”

Don Colteone nodded before responding.

“Consider it done Vinyl. I’ll have Prim here personally see to it, that this producer changes his mind. What’s his name?”

“The name’s Sound Byte, and thanks Donnie, I owe ya one.” Vinyl replied.

“No trouble at all Vinyl, we’re family after all.” Don Colteone responded.

“Cool.” Vinyl spoke, before turning, and leaving the room.

Don Colteone motioned Prim over.

“Fly out in the morning and have a chat with this, Sound Byte. If he doesn’t listen to reason, persuade him.”

“Understood father.” Prim replied.

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The celebration was now near its peak, with an opera singer joining the musicians, and the guests dancing once again. Octavia and Cinnamon danced together, as well as Sunny and her husband. Even the Don had finally managed to join the event, as he danced with his wife, and then with his daughter Bonnie. Finally, the cake was brought out, and everyone joined together for a photo.

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The next day,

Prim arrived in Las Pegasus, and took a cab to the DJ club that Vinyl had talked about. Prim walked around, until she finally found Sound Byte. He was talking with some of the DJ’s, as Prim approached him.

“Mr. Sound Byte?”

“Zat depends on who asking zweet cheeks.” The pony replied.

“I’m here on behalf of Vinyl Scratch, whom has enlisted the help of my family, the Colteone’s.” Prim responded.

The pony finally turned to address the Pegasus.

“Zen I am Sound Byte. Who are you, and vat do you vant?”

“My name is not important. I’m just here to ask you to reconsider hiring Vinyl Scratch as part of your club.” Prim replied.

“And I zay, NO! Zat pony will never be allowed to DJ here! She’s already tried to run off with some of zee stallion DJs here, and I vill not hire a pony who vill cause unnecessary distractions for my club.

Prim flicked the hair from out of her face, before responding.

“Perhaps there's somewhere more private, where we can discuss a negotiation then?”

Sound Byte looked Prim up and down, from behind his glasses.

“I zink I may know a place where ve could.”

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Prim got out of the taxi, and followed Sound Byte up the walkway to his mansion. The two walked down the halls, until they arrived at Sound Byte’s office.

“Ocean front property. A rare commodity to have in Equestria.” Sound Byte spoke to Prim, before walking over to some records cased on the wall. He stopped in front of one in particular, as he told Prim about it. “Zis, chrome record, is my most prized possession. It is zee highest award I’ve ever received for my skills as a DJ, and a producer. But enough about my success, let us grab zomething to eat downstairs.”

The two walked out of the room, and downstairs to the dining hall. Food had already been prepared, and they began to eat.

“The Colteone family would be very grateful, if you would be as kind as to allow Ms. Scratch to perform at you club, despite her troubling’s with you in the past.” Prim spoke up.

“Vell, like I already told you, I won’t allow zat mare to work at my club.” Sound Byte replied. He then took off his glasses, eyeing Prim. “However, if you would be zo kind as to persuade me, zen maybe I could reconsider changing my mind?”

Prim took her napkin from her lap, and set it on the table, before pushing her chair away, and standing up. She then began to walk away from the table, but not before turning and speaking to Sound Byte one late time.

“We’ll be in touch.”

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The next morning,

Sound Byte tossed and turned in his bed, until a sharp pain in his hoof jolted him awake. He pulled his hoof out from under the sheets, and saw that it was starting to bleed. He then began to rapidly pull his sheets off his bed, until he found the smashed and jagged pieces of his chrome record sprawled across his bed. He let out a blood curtailing scream, which managed to wake the neighbors, two houses down.

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Don Colteone, Prim, and Sunny sat around the coffee table in the Don’s Office. The blinds were closed, and only a lone lamp above them lit the room.

“So who is this pony that wants to do business?” Don Colteone asked aloud.

“His name is Caballeron. Ponies call him ‘Doctor.’ He says that he has an apple trading proposition that we would be very interested in dad. I think we should go for it.” Sunny told her father.

Don Colteone scratched at his chin, thinking.

“What do you think Prim?”

“I don’t know anything about the source. All I know about him, is that the Tarttaglia family is backing him up 100%. We should be very cautious, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least hear him out. Who knows, maybe this will be the next big thing for the family?” Prim replied.

Don Colteone scratched at his chin some more, sitting back in his chair.

“It’s decided. We’ll hold a meeting with him at our office in Manehattan this week. I don’t want to disturb our operations here in Ponyville.”

Author's Note

For the purpose, and joy, of giving the readers an idea of who is supposed to be who, much time and research was put into deciding which pony would be each character. Now, while the reader will have to go to the MLP Wiki, and find the same pony themselves; I will be listing all the characters here each chapter, and who their base model is. Also, I'll clear up any terms here that may be confusing.

Terms (in order of use):
Pony Father= Godfather
best stallion= Best man at a wedding
Pony daughter= Goddaughter
Pony Mother= Godmother

Characters (in order of appearance):
Don Colteone= S04E08 Unnamed Earth Stallion #6
Prim Raining= S04E10 Unnamed Pegasus Mare #3
Red Gala= Red Gala
Photographer= Snappy Scoop
Octavia= Octavia Melody
Cinnamon= Apple Cinnamon
Bonnie= Bonnie
Lucko= S04E08 Unnamed Earth Stallion #1
Looka= S04E06 Unnamed Earth Stallion #7
Sunny= Sunny Smiles
Best stallion "Coat Hanger"= S04E08 Unnamed Earth Stallion #11
Vinyl Scratch= DJ Pon-3 "Vinyl Scratch"
Opera Singer= Lemon Chiffon
Sound Byte= S04E06 Unnamed Earth Stallion #4
Don Colteone's Wife/Pony Mother= S04E08 Unnamed Earth Mare #4