"Let it be..."

"Stop it..."

Sonota continued to toy with her Alpha Females ear.

"I said..."

"Daaawww but, Dagi your all icky!"

"Psh, almost as gross as your face!"

The blue one spun, her small hands falling away from her leaders hair.

"Tsk, like for realzies??? This coming from miss giant purple booty Queen?"

Aria visible bristled at this, her gaunt, unfed figure curling in for a fight.

"Why, you spoiled, little..."

"Enough!"

Adagio growled, her voice spiking to the point it hurt. With a loud swallow the diminished Siren steeled herself, and spun upon her "Sisters".

"Stop it..both of you, you two , too quote Are the wooooorsrt!!! Stop fighting, or bloody damn kiss all ready!"

Aria leaned back from the panting Lioness, never had her role as a Beta Bitch been so pushed. And despite it all she felt a small blue hand, fill her own. With a glance to Sonota, the narrow cheeks, thread bare garments and a sunken stomach, was enough to hold her normal wild retort at there leader.

"Huff...fine, look we are almost there, maybe we should just put Sonny in her custom..."

"Yay, dress up!"

Adagio face palmed, her starved features only showing all the more under the pressure. One shrunken hip pointed out in the old way, even as her thread bare hand gestured.

"Good send her in...that Yellow dyke wont know any better, and soon, soon the ramin noodles will be all our!"

The half starved Alpha made an attempt to strike a pose and gesture. But instead, soon broke down into a hacking cough, even as Aria was dressing Sonota in her disguise.

"Dagi..."

"I'm f-fine.."

".....Sure just like dont get it on me..."

"I hate you..."

"Ya ya, go hack up ah lung will yah?"

Aria took a moment to view her work over her fellow siren, a long predatory grin growing as she turned the skantly clad blue skinned girl to the exit of there recluse abode. "Get the damn Money first time, or your dumpster diving behind the Taco Hut tonigh!"

"Ohhh I love Ta.."

With a harsh shove, Aria Blaze threw her "Sister into the freezing mid-afternoon breeze of Downtown Canterlot. Sonata stumbled, may or may not have found her face bounced off a Post Office Box, and was left alone to fumble with her new garments. A pair of dumpster dived torn jeans, stolen winter boots and a well worn and oh so no earned, Canterlot Lettermans Jacket Issued to a particular Jockess, and Glory Days was born. Having stuffed her greasy Mane of Blue hair, back into a patched "Wonder Colts" Beanie, the Siren in Disguise made full use of the Yellow Girls back being put to her.

She...steathed, in on her prey.

With mouth still coverd in almost vomit filled coughs, the Alpha bitch of the Sirens could do little to hold back yet further Hacks. And with palm to foreheaded Tomboy close behind, the two where victim to watching their "Sister" -Snake it out-. In the past, the Sirens, with power and glory to there voices, had the luxurys of a well furnished Apartment, booze and grease fattend hips and much to Sonata's greay joys, "Samaise Pony" imported "Video Games". While neither of her Sisters took much interest in "Mindless events as a game", the Giggeling Blue girl did love her some "Vids".

And much to her Siblings Horror..she was acting one out right now. Perhaps a passing drunk may have ignored the girl in garments fit for a Spring time Highschool Jock, slowly slinking her way from Trash can to frost coverd Tree. And then again, perhaps a local Police Men might think twice about drawing a bead. Either way, Sonata in all her Siren, Malnurished, and scrawny Glory, had accomplished her Mission.

With a howled "Mission Complete!" she posed behind the fallen, screeching and head sheltering Fluttershy. The Ditzy Siren lowerd her fist pump and pouted a bit at her fallen "friend".

"Oh, like Sorry! Ahm, hey its me Son...Glory Days! Like ahm, work and stuff, right?!"

The most gentle, life giving eyes peered up at the clearly disguised Siren, a weak tear rolled one frozen cheek as she took the offerd blue hand.

"G..Glory..ahem, oh, ye..yer early! TThank you.."

Dusting herself off and tormenting over her snow coated leggings, Fluttershy gave a shy smile to her friend. "I am oh so Greatful for you coming today Glory, I mean, after last week..I can't believe almost every flyer I gave you ended up in the Trash bins on 5th street!"

Sonta, or Glory Days, rubbed at her neck. "Ahhhh...ya...thanks President Zombra..ahem I right Gurl?! So...about dat Gripe?"

Fluttershy blanked at her "friends speech", she knew Glory was some impressive Jock, even without Rainbow Dash knowing of her, but she spoke in such an odd fashion. With a squeek and a nod the yellow girl quickly pulled out a small coin purse, pausing then digging further for a wrapped plastic bag.

"Oh! Of course, of course, it would be dreadful of me to ask you to do something like this for free...but those poor babies do need homes, oh my little furry..oh, right, ahm. Pinkie Pie left me a rather generous supply of Tripple Chocolate Chip cookies the other day, and with my new Diet..oh..well, would you be willing to ta.."

The blur of blue was faster then a humming birds wings, as Sonata...or Glory, snatched up the sugar reeking package and grinned wildly.

"Like for Cereal...damn Gurr! You dah Yellow bomb!"

Fluttershy gave a weak meep and also offerd a small pile of bills to her "helper".

"I Don't have any smaller bills this week, maybe you could, pay me..eep!"

"Back? Sure sure...righto Yell-money, so ahm, dah papers right? Cause I gotta "pass em out?" Word!"

Swallowing the dry barrens of her winter parched throat, Fluttershy trembled under the oddly smaller but clearly more "dominate" girls gaze, before handing her pain staken printed and copied advertisements to the local Animal Shelters adoption fund raisier.

"Be...becareful with them, please Glory, every Furry friend needs a home and.."

"Word Dog, word..I got dis, ahm, gotta Jet right? Big Practice tomorrow...lates gurr!"

With a wink and oddly misplaced cough, the two parted. Sonata found her legs trembling from her performance, the minor muscle that had not been starved out, worked weakly towards the alley she had come, four predatory eyes haunted her steps as she approached, a brief flash of the cash and harvested sugary goodness lowerd there glares, and orange and purple grips soon pulled the weakend Siren into a shadowy hold.