Wubs and Lubs

Grey watched the ivory mare with electric blue mane and tail bob her head to the beat in her ear as she walked down the road. The beat is what grabbed his attention the most: a rhythm that brought back memories of his youth; her mane was the second thing that drew him in. With everything that interests him, he had to examine her closer. . . and follow her. He did not go about stalking her, no, that would be a crime, he walked beside her and listened to her music all the while.

The mare turned to him and looked at him through her violet lenses. Why was the Chief of the Four Tribes following her for the past ten minutes? Did he have nothing better to do? Was he a creep? Did she need to use a shock spell on him and run away while he was stunned? He held out his fist. She rolled her eyes behind her shades and reluctantly hoofed bumped with him.

"Those are some sick beats you're listening to there," he grinned, "you make them yourself?" He received a silent nod from her. "In my universe, I created the mixing tables and electronic sounds. I did it to impress a girl, but that is irrelevant." He knelt down in front of the pony, "Luna does not like it, and not too many around Canterlot like it either, so would you want to. . . mix up a few tracks with me?" Grey could sense her dubious gaze on him. "You were the DJ at the nightclub I went to for open mic night and your deck was pretty sweet, certainly something much more advanced than what I worked with, but. . . I was hoping that you could teach me all the new stuff."

DJ-PON3 tapped her chin in thought.

"I can pay you," Grey offered.

Being considerably low on bits, since her last gig was at that club a week ago, a few bits would pay the rent and keep her fed. She shrugged and motioned for him to follow her.

Darqlon gazed into her bright blue eyes full of wonder. The pink pony beamed up at him with a tray of cookies on her back.

"Soooooo," Pinkie drew out, "How do you like them?"

Darqlon took a second bite out of the cookie he held with his crimson magic, "Sweet."

"Yes! I made them super-duper sweet!" Pinkie chimed.

Darqlon discarded his cookie in the trash, "I dislike. . . 'super-duper sweet'."

Pinkie deflated, "Oh. . ."

"Grey would certainly. . . love them," Darqlon suggested.

"That means we're still not friends, though, right?"

"Right," Darqlon confirmed, "Until you can make. . . a dessert for me that I can enjoy. . . we are not friends." Darqlon sensed something shift in Pinkie. Before she exited the door he stopped her, "Pinkie Pie. . . come here for a moment."

Pinkie hopped over to him hopefully, "Yes?"

"You are different. . . from the others," Darqlon stated.

"Thank you!"

"It was not a. . . compliment. . . merely an. . . observation."

"Oh. . ."

"There is a strange. . . power within you," his horn flared red for a second as he scanned the pink pony, "You are an. . . anomaly. I think I will. . . study you further."

"Twilight already did a study on me!" Pinkie replied chipper.

"I will need her. . . notes then," Darqlon spoke and turned away from Pinkie, excusing himself out of Sugarcube Coner.

"Bye-bye!" Pinkie waved in the doorway. Her face went dark and her hair went straight, "Nopony will ever discover my secret. Nopony."

"Pinkie!" Mrs. Cake called.

"Coming!" Pinkie chimed.

Onyx was on his back, rolling on the floor laughing. His arms were clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. As his laughter died down, he wiped the tears from his eyes. He saw the killing intent of Jet Sentinel's violet eyes and he guffawed.

"Onyx, that is quiet enough," Chrysalis finally stated.

He cleared his throat and dusted himself off, "Yes, my Queen."

Jet received a glare from Chrysalis and she returned her nose in the corner. She stood with her snout in the corner, wearing a diaper. Jet had her ears pulled back and kept muttering under her breath.

"Why did you not return last night?" Queen Chrysalis questioned. Her peridot eyes bore into him as she stood a hoof away from his face.

"I fell asleep on a cloud while I was star gazing and I found myself in Cloudsdale when I woke up." He grinned, "I apologise, my Queen."

"Do not let it become a habit," she nipped at his ear. "Her royal Princess Sunbutt, has given me the chance to walk around the castle. You will show me around."

"Absolutely, my Queen," Onyx bowed. "What about Melanie and," he chuckled, "Miss Diaper-pants over there?"

"Jet and Scout may come."

"Do I"

"Yes," Chrysalis cut Jet off, "And you will come with us, as part of your punishment."

"Yes, ma'am," Jet hung her head down and walked over to them.

Onyx held out his arms, "C'mere, Melanie!"

Scout happily jumped into his arms and nuzzled his neck. Onyx rustled her pink mane. Jet looked up at him with contempt. He smiled at her and tussled her light blue mane. Jet snapped at his hand.

Chrysalis observed him for a moment.

"What?" Onyx questioned her with a dopey grin.

"Nothing. . ." she replied, "Open the door."

"At once, my Queen."