So...these are my girlfriends.

"So?...You're my little Johnny's....little girlfriend?....how cute." Mrs. Sweetstuff said with the clear disposition of not being too fond of the notion. She was mixing up the ingredients to a homemade meat loaf while two pots; one for potatoes, one for ears of corn, boiled away on the range top, and a third sauce pot of gravy. The whole house had been looking forward to this dinner with John home, only now with the strange girl present it seemed (to Mrs. Sweetstuff at least) less...pleasant. Sonata sat at the kitchen table; John just across from her, she placed her hand on the flat surface and smiled at him softly as he placed his on top of her's and held it. She slowly licked her lips before breaking into a cute and innocent little girlish giggle, The sight made the reclusive and reserved mother more uneasy than if her son was playing Russian roulette with a five bullet gun.

"Mhmm, that I am Mrs. Sweetstuff." She said leaning in and giving her sweetheart a little nuzzle nose to nose, a gesture she remembered from her days as a...well a seapony to be honest but she had seen other ponies doing it. Mrs. Sweetstuff made her way over to them both, her smile as transparent as silk.

"So Sonata? What can you tell me about yourself?" She asked as she basted the pan of meatloaf with it's fifteenth coat of glaze in spite of not have been in the oven once.

"Well, I love to sing, I actually had a really powerful...voice a while back but...a bad case of laryngitis almost took it away." Only she and her boyfriend knew that what she meant was 'I used to be able to make people worship the ground I walked on but now have to use it sparingly so as not to have a princess from the mirror world to ours come and take it away again, like she did almost running my life and livelihood the last time.'

"Oh you like to sing....May I hear your tone? I'm sure you've still got a lovely singing voice Missy you just need to have more confidence in it, one little case of a frog in your throat can't just take away your talents like that can they?" She asked again, totally unaware just how literal she described the half human formerly fully siren's quagmire. She got up; cleared her throat, got into a stance to perfectly align her diaphragm bellow her lungs, and provide the most vocal harmony to her tune. Her vocalizations alone when she stared where enough to make him melt like ice cream in the sun, even the Mrs. While not as enthralled given how the sting of the venom in her singing had been diluted since..the loss, it was still potent enough to make her prior ambitions about the strange girl...fade. She felt less and less like she was some, "wicked girl" intent on taking her son away from her and more trustworthy and safe. Almost like she was a daughter of her own in some bizarre way.

"Well?" She asked as she hit a crescendo of her recital out and took a bow; her standing ovation, for your Grammy consideration ladies and gentlemen. "Did you like it?"

"Just as captivating to me as the day you and your friends sung it in the school cafe babe." He said dreamily looking at her with a lot of thoughts on his mind, not all of them necessarily involved just hugging and kissing her. As for Mrs. Sweetstuff she was so relaxed and calmed by the crooning that she didn't realize what her boy has said.

"Well, it certainly is a lovely voice you got there dearie, I don't see why you would ever have doubt in your skill as a singer with that kinda voice."

"If you only knew ma'am." The ex siren said under her breath with a soft giggle and blush as she sneaked a stolen kiss to her boyfriend's cheek, just able to keep out of his mother's line of vision as she did. making him shudder and tingle at the touch of those velvety soft lips on his cheek.

"Excuse me; what do you too think you're doing?" Mrs. Sweetstuff said eyeing the girl as she did. She folded her arms across her chest and gave her an uneasy gaze, again the magic in her voice not as strong as it once was.

"It was just a little kiss ma," her son said defensively to his girl. "she just wanted to show how much she cares about me, right Sonata my love?" He said lovingly burying his face in her hair making her giggle and shiver softly in bliss as he did. Mrs. Sweetstuff didn't take to kindly to their actions.

"Johnny go to your room;" she said with a half a mind to pull them both apart, "and as for you, missy, I want you stay right down here where I can see you." She said putting on her masque of the stern but caring mother she was and still is.

"I..I didn't mean to cause a problem, I just..." She said softly as she hid behind her ponytail softly.

"Just do as I say and go." She said finger lashing out to the stairs for her son to go. He did so grumbling and almost regretting that he even bothered coming up here.

The old bed room, he said to himself as he collapsed onto his old bed from his childhood. The dinosaur toys on the dresser, the posters for superheroes mail order out of the comic books still stashed in the closet, he considered having those packed up and taken back to Canterlot when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Ma, I did what you said alright."

"It's me Sonata." A reply from the other side came softly, as the door creaked delicately. She stood in the doorway a small fron on her face as she twiddled her ponytail nervously, she tread softly over the threshold into his arms."Hey, you ok John?" The azure beauty said to him as he opened his arms to her, she collapsed into his grip as he wrapped her up in his embrace. She sighed and kissed his neck before gently sucking on it.

"What if she catches us?" He asked softly running his hands along her back and drawing her in by the waist.

"Just hold me; I don't care if she does, we've done nothing wrong." She said looking at him with her eyes full of longing to be held and embraced.

"Where are the other girl's Sonata?" He asked stroking her hair lovingly.

"Yeah about that..." She said with a nervous chuckle as his hand left her for a just a second, and landed on an unusual lump on his blanket, the lump made a soft moan.

"What the?" He said giving the lump a squeeze again and a little rub, more pleased moans and gasps emitted from the blanket. John yanked it up and off. Aria was their blushing and giggling loudly lying on her back, he'd just been playing with one of her boobs under the blanket. The girl let out a nervous chuckle before going red as a tomato.

"Hi..." Was all the girl could say in her defense.