Gemini Ties

The night passed on through midnight and into the early hours of the starting day before the sun was up. Sleep was a very much needed factor in this case. They were all jobbing hard in more ways than one. In the midst of all of this goings on, they still had to keep the store open. Obscenely Rich was putting the pressure on though, and loss of sleep was inevitable.

Star Burst slept in Pop’s room, making sure that Night Moon didn’t need anything in the middle of the night. She gave him light painkillers to keep the aching in his thoroughly beaten face down and even sang him little songs to help him sleep. They didn’t help him sleep, but he did smile as she did it.

Spark and Voltage needed to fall asleep. Spark was exhausted after all that transpired that day and he was already on the verge of sleep before all of the craziness happened. Pop slept with Star in one bed. The two of them had no problem falling asleep in each other’s arms. However, neither of them were really used to sleeping in the same bed as someone else.

Pop opened her eyes to see Star beside her. She smiled at the pretty brown, beautiful furred pegasus. She watched her sleep for just a moment and was surprised as Star made a small snore that turned into a large snore. Pop stifled a laugh and figured she wasn’t getting back to sleep right that moment. She got up from her bed, heading into the main living area. She saw Night Moon, living up to his name as he slept in the moonlight as it shined down onto the couch in front of the window. The poor dear was in such pain, it was amazing he stayed asleep as long as he did.

As she looked at him, she heard a noise coming from the shop. It was not a terrible noise, but it was loud enough to raise her alarms. Dressed in a long t-shirt and panties, she walked to the stairway. Everything was dark inside the shop as she looked down the stairs with skinny rails. There were no walls closing in the stairs, there was simply wide open space. She gazed into the darkness until she saw a light being produced. Her eyes widened, knowing that to be the glow of a unicorn’s horn.

Slowly her face turned into a scowl. She covered the light from her own horn as she magically turned her eyes into night vision so she could easily see the unicorn stallion clad in black all over. Whoever it was, he didn’t have a whole lot of build, in fact he was pretty damn lanky in his body. He was looking around the shop and using his magic to force the padlocks open to the toolboxes. He was stealing tools, she figured, and he was supposed to be hurting Gemini Ties? She shook her head. No matter how menial or stupid it was, it was still meant to hurt them.

She jumped over the railing and her hooves clacked down onto the hard white tiled floor. The robber jumped so hard and yelped, turning to her with his eyes wide.

“Business hours are from eight to eight.” She frowned at him, her arms at either side of her with her fists clenched. “I’ll let you leave quietly if you put back everything you stole and never come back.”

The robber looked at her, his face covered by a black ski mask so it was hard to pinpoint what he was thinking in that moment. However, by his aggressive stance, she could tell he wasn’t planning on backing down.

“Ah, so you caught me.” The unicorn said and put the bag of tools gently onto the floor so he wouldn’t make any noise. “However, you haven’t stopped me yet.”

His horn glowed once again, only this time it was bringing about a more powerful, direct beam. Pop’s eyes widened, as she hadn’t seen a magical blast in some time, but she had no problem charging up her very own and releasing it at the same time he did. The two of their beams collided. This guy had talent, that much was for certain. She felt the pressure from his beam against hers as it was quite formidable. She decided to handle this a little differently as she weakened her blast, only to have his get stronger as he felt that he was winning. When the magic beam he produced got strong enough, she cut off hers and immediately produced a mirror spell in front of her as his yellow blast of magic came toward her.

The magic he attacked her with was reflected from the pink mirror she conjured and angled only slightly downward so it would go straight back into his midsection. It slammed into him hard and sent him flying across the shop, into a toolbox.

His back hit the toolbox and he hit the ground on his rump. The toolbox shuffled and all of its contents clattered against one another. Lights began to turn on in the upstairs area. The burglar got up from the ground slowly, his back obviously hurting very badly. He tried to bolt for the wall, starting to turn himself into an astral form.

“No…” Pop conjured a ethereal brickwall in front of him which he smashed into. He turned back into physical form and hit the ground hard.

“Pop?” Spark got to the top of the stairwell. She turned to him with a smile as he turned on the light. “What the hell happened?” He looked to see a whole bag of tools sticking out of it, some broken locks on the edges of the room and a black clad pony passed out on his back. The magic battle that took place left some black welts in the floor and even cracked some parts of the wall, but for what it was, it wasn’t too bad.

“Oh, hi Spark! Not a whole lot. I was just being a good maid,” She turned her head to the fallen unicorn stallion and grinned. “And taking out the trash.”

Spark winced at the metaphor.

“Well it’s obvious he was sent by Obscenely Rich.” The unicorn male heard someone say as he slowly got back to consciousness. “What we need to find out is--”

“Spark, shut up, he’s awake.” A female voice said, and then he felt a horrific blast of freezing cold, wet sensations. He inhaled a tiny bit of water and began coughing as he was shocked out of his sleep. “Wakey wakey!”

Voltage startled him as she slammed the metal bucket on the ground. The red furred, purple maned unicorn looked at himself to see that he was tied to a chair by a good number of ropes. One rope was around his wrists, another was around his arms, another was around his legs. They tied him down very well, he could not budge one inch and now he sat there soaking wet with four ponies all staring him down with very evil looks on their faces.

“So?” Spark stood in the main living area on the second floor. It was just the beginning of dawn outside and Night Moon was now sitting on the couch, most of his face covered in bandaids.

“So, what?” The red unicorn replied.

“Well let’s start with your name and then we’ll go from there.” Spark walked up just a few feet away from him, turned a chair around and sat on it backwards so his feet were spread around the back part of it.

“I’m not telling you bupkis!” He said “Get me out of this damn chair or else I’ll--”

“AHERM!” A very loud throat clearing stopped him cold in his tracks. He turned to Pop Candy who was sitting off to the left of him in the other side of the room. She sat cross-legged on the floor with her arms crossed over her very large breasts. “Or else you’ll what?” Her gaze at him caused her horn to glow a very familiar shine. As she glared at him with it he backed down. With her here, he obviously couldn’t perform any magic to get himself out of the situation.

“Hey!” Voltage slapped the burglar across the cheek, back to looking at her and Spark as they stood in front of him. “We’re talking to you!”

“Now shut up and listen!” Spark finished.

“Do you understand what happens when you break into an electrician’s shop?” Voltage looked at Spark.

“We’re electricians! Think of all of the horrible equipment we could use on you?” Spark to Voltage.

“There’s electric shock therapy!”

“Power Drills and vice grips!”

“Washers and dryers!”

“We could even make you watch that awful Fluffy Pony Funtime show--”

“And we’ll pin your eyes open, applying moisture to them so that you never have to blink!”

The robber’s eyes widened at both of them as they ganged up on him and got really close. He was looking at one of them then the other in quick succession.

“You wouldn’t!” He cried.

“Yes, we would!” Both of them said in sync.

“Now tell us your name, or should I bring up the entire first season on Hooftube?!” Voltage said as she started to slowly tiptoe toward her computer.

“No! You can’t! I can’t talk! There’s no way!” He began to sweat and his eyes darted around the room at the other ponies watching. Pop kept her arms crossed on her chest with the same look as before. Star Burst stayed close to her on the floor, a cup of coffee in her hand and bags under her eyes from apparent lack of sleep. Night Moon was watching all of this play out thinking what the hell was going on? “Do something! Someone please! Call the police! Get me arrested!”

“Oooh! Here it comes!” Spark said as Voltage did indeed bring up the first season of Fluffy Pony Funtime and turned her speakers up. “Sing if you know the words!”

“Noooowwww fillieees and cooooolts!” Both twins wrapped their arms around either one’s shoulders and sang. “It’s time for fuuuuuuunnn and fluffineeeesssssss!”

“NO! NO! PLEASE! PLEEEASE STOP!” He clenched his eyes shut and wriggled in his bonds, only serving to make the chair almost fall down until he righted himself.

“Alright alright, Volt, press stop. I’ve had enough of this.” Spark said as he went to the burglar and Voltage pressed the spacebar on her keyboard. Spark went to the burglar’s pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“What? What are you doing?!” He watched Spark open his wallet and pulled out his driver’s license.

“Yeah, imagine that, bringing your wallet to a burglary; pretty dumb, I agree.” He said as he read it. “Sunshine Dawn, huh.” He looked outside at the rising sun. “Imagine that. 8824 Paradise Avenue apartment 4A. Alright Sunshine, now I have your address, even if it’s an old address I can still use it to find out where you live. So I know your name and can find out more, or you can tell me what I want to know and we can forget this whole thing happened.”

“Errrrgh, I can’t tell you everything.” He said and the anger spreading on Spark’s face made him recoil a bit. “But I can tell you that--”

“Sunshine?” Pearl said from the threshold. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Pearl Necklace walked into the room and Sunshine was trying to look around to the door.

“Who is that?” He looked at Pearl when she walked up to his field of vision. “Pearl?! What?! How-- who-- where--”

“This is the burglar?” Pearl looked at the twins, who both nodded. She looked back at Sunshine and her eyebrows furrowed. “Alright, buster, spill the beans now!”

He started to tear up and sob. “I’m so sorry, Pearl! You don’t understand! Your father had Blacklight give me this job to do and he said if I didn’t he would make sure my wife got total custody of the kids! I had to do it! He would have fired me, taken away everything and leave me on the streets!” He was openly crying at that point.

The anger on Pearl’s face twisted it into that of a terrible mess. She stared at the blubbering, tied up pony on the chair and shook her head lightly. After a moment, she sighed deep enough to make her chest heave up and then back down. Then she nodded.

“Untie him, let him go.” Pearl said as she walked off to the side and got out her phone.

The twins looked at one another, then looked toward Sunshine who was down to just the after sobs of a very bad weeping. Spark looked over toward Pop and nodded. Pop shrugged and snapped her fingers.

The ropes around Sunshine Dawn plopped to the floor. He leaned forward and put his face in his hands. All the sudden the burglar didn’t look so scary, especially for someone who was so talented in magic. That was when Spark helped him out of the chair.

“Come on, let’s go.” Spark said in an easy going voice. “Let’s call you a cab.”

“You’re not gonna call the cops?” He whined in a crackly, broken voice.

“No, just go home and get some rest. We’re going to take care of everything, don’t you worry.” Spark said as he led him to the stairs.

“Who are you calling?” Voltage asked Pearl, who put the phone to her ear. Pearl looked at her, her eyes squinted and bewildered and she shook her head.

“Yes, I am going to talk to him this afternoon at three.” Pearl said into the phone. All the sudden her face twisted in rage. “I don’t give two squirts from a monkey’s dick! I said I’m going to talk to him at three o’clock this afternoon! Tell him to clear his schedule for his little princess!”

Every eye in the room widened to their fullest extent. All of them gazed at Pearl as she pressed the red button on her phone and held it against her forehead with her eyes closed.

“Are you for real?” Night Moon asked from the couch. Pearl nodded and cringed. She sighed once more.

“I need to face him. This has gotten too far out of hand. He’s crossing the line at a mile a minute and I need to stop him.” Pearl sat down in the chair, hunched over with her hand in her face.

“Where’s Death Metal?” Pop Candy asked as she walked over to Pearl and wrapped her arms around her in comfort.

“She said she had something to do. Which reminds me.” She picked up her phone once again. “Death Metal, I know you can’t talk right now, but if I do not call you by four o’clock this afternoon, I need you to follow my instructions to the letter…”

If there was one thing Death Metal knew, it was the streets. She grew up on the streets, she fought on the streets and she figured she was going to die on the streets at some point. That last option seemed less and less likely now. Still, Death Metal never lost her street cred and she never depended on anything but her own two fists to take care of her. With no parents to take care of her, no money to speak of throughout her whole childhood, and no real friends that lasted very long, Death Metal’s story was about three huge novels all its own.

None of that mattered, though, as the off white pony with black hair walked down the street of one of the slummier neighborhoods in Ranchtown. She knew talkers and she knew how to get them to talk. Her phone had vibrated in her pocket earlier that day but she didn’t check it. She’d been treading those filthy streets for hours now, searching. Pulling out a cell phone in this neighborhood got you unneeded attention, unneeded attention that she didn’t need.

Death dreaded the sidewalk of that place, and reached into her pocket but realized she smoked her last cigarette two hours ago. She rolled her eyes and kept walking, noticing that the lower inhabitants of that street were starting to walk out of their homes. They gave her looks as they always did, but they didn’t do anything else. She’d worn her old Divers t-shirt, an old band that didn’t make albums anymore. They could have been as big as Skullhoof was, but decided they enjoyed going to jail more than making money, so they didn’t last too long. Her chain from her pocket hooked onto the belt loop of her baggy, black jean pants, and she wore that same black jacket with a million Grind Hoof band patches all over it.

Then came the house she was looking for. It was a duplex, but the unused half was blown apart by a really bad storm about fifteen years ago and no one thought it was worth it to rebuild. She walked over the extremely tall, uncut grass in the yard, her hands in her pockets until she got to the door. She banged on the door three times.

Death waited for a moment, unmoving. The old door that use to be dark red was now a rusted grayish color with half of the paint stripped and chipped away. There were about fifteen or sixteen hoof prints embedded onto it. The depressing look of the door made her eye twitch, so she knocked three more times, a little louder this time.

“Go away!” A voice from inside called back to her, she rolled her eyes. She could hear his hangover from the other side of the door.

She tightened her face, backed up one step and slammed her hoof straight into the door, adding yet another to its accumulated sum. The patched up threshold with the block of wood nailed to it was shot straight out from it along with a hundred splinters.

The small, blue pony inside jumped backward as the wood chips flew into his face and he yelped. He saw Death Metal standing in the doorway and his eyes widened.

“Umm, hi Death Metal, didn’t think you came around these parts--” He was interrupted as she walked up to him and grabbed him by the muzzle, squeezing. “GAH! Wha-what!” She dragged his face across the living room that looked more like an extension of the Ranchtown dumpyard. She got him into the hallway, dragging his head along the very bumpy sheet rock wall, causing friction into the back of his ragged black mane. He cringed and growled against the horrible rug burn the back of his head was getting. She didn’t lighten up on the doors and thresholds either. His head banged into the doors and bumped into whatever was on the wall at the time until she got to his room, which was nothing but a filthy twin size mattress, a side table and a cheap tv set. The rest of it was soiled clothes and something rotting somewhere in the pile of filth. She finally bumped his head into the back wall.

“GAH! Why are you dragging me into my room?!” He finally shouted. She pulled out the top drawer of his side table and reached into it.

“Because this is where you keep your good smokes.” Death put one in her mouth and lit it up. She took it out of her mouth and blew a stream of smoke into his face. Death put it back into her mouth and pulled a picture from her pocket. “Pay attention, Mouse. These six gentlecolts.”

His eyes widened as he saw the picture of the six stallions from the club that she had… met the other night. He looked back at her as she kept pressing his head against the wall.

“I don’t know who--” Mouse saw her expression change very slightly to a grim outlook. Her eye twitched and her mouth got a little tighter. “I swear, I never-- Ahh! AAHH!!”

Her strength came to view as her hand began to clench harder on his muzzle. Her eyes deepened as the looked into his.

“Six stallions from this neighborhood, pockets a bit deeper lately, probably dropping a bit more coin at the bar past few days? One with broken testicles? Any of this ringin’ any bells, Mouse?!”

“Look! Why do you care anyways? Ain’t you got a meal ticket the size of my d--” He was interrupted as her face began to twist with a rage he’d never seen before, and her already scarred and scratched up fist was rearing back. “Alright, alright! Dandi’s place! They’s at Dandi’s!”

He sighed in relief as she let go of his face and took one more cigarette out of his drawer and slipped it behind her ear. He put his hands on his pounding face and back of his head. “Awww come on Death, that’s just uncalled for.”

“Uh huh, say hello to the wife.” Death Metal turned and started walking out. Before she left she checked her phone to see it was three pm. She cursed, walking all over Ranchtown to find these guys was a pill. Thankfully Dandi’s house was just down the street. Then she saw that there was a voice mail alert on her phone. It was from Pearl.

Pearl stepped through the fine, rich, dark wood door and into an office with the most perfect red carpet that could ever be seen. The office was much larger than most efficiency apartments, bookshelves lined the walls and in the center was a gigantic rosewood desk. Behind the desk sat the nefarious Miss Butterscotch. She was an orange pony with straight purple hair, and glasses. She looked up to see Pearl glaring back at her as she walked into the office, closing the door behind her quietly.

The two of them stood in that office, silent as the grave. The only sound was that of a ticking clock behind Butterscotch’s chair, high up on the wall. Pearl’s eyes switched from Butterscotch to the clock every so often as she stood there with her purse in both hands in front of her crotch. The staring continued for a good three minutes.

He always loved it silent, she thought.

The clock finally struck three and Pearl turned to the door to the right of Butterscotch’s desk. She walked up to it slowly, hesitating to even put her hand on the big, round golden knob. She gave one great sigh and narrowed her eyes. The door opened up to a bright office. Most of the time that stallion loved the dark and silence. However, when it came to his baby girl, he could tolerate the light.

“Daddy…” She said in a low tone. As she stepped into his office, one with the same red carpet, only it was far smaller than that of his secretary’s. His desk was smaller, and his computer screen was like one you would find at a library’s.

Obscenely Rich sat behind his desk, mane white as snow along with his beard. His red fur and blue eyes gave off the vibe of a kindly old man, as did his smile. He wore a very straight, well tailored blue suit that matched his soft blue eyes.

“Pumpkin, come on in. How is your new ice cream store coming along?”

“I’m not here to talk about that, Daddy. I’m here to talk about this.” Pearl Necklace walked up to his desk, pulling a piece of paper from her purse and putting it in front of him. “This order form for ridiculous amounts of candy to my new frozen treats store. The one that neither I nor Frozen Pop made. It was worked into our system directly, without a single trace of where it came from. It was taken from a store that opened very shortly after my store, and I can’t imagine anywhere else it could have come from.”

Obscenely Rich’s face did not change in its expression, however, his hands did set very calmly down on his desk, palms down.

“I dig deeper into this little concern of mine and I find that this thing goes far beyond anything that I could ever have dreamed of. I didn’t want to believe that my Daddy could possibly do such horrible things, but the more I looked at it, the more my world came crashing down.” Pearl’s eyes began to wobble as a small well of tears began to gather at the bottom of them.

“Princess…” His voice became flat, emotionless, almost to the level of degrading. “I let you into this little business venture with me to teach you the value of the almighty bit. To teach you what I have to do and the decisions that I have to make to make sure that you and I are well taken care of. I never said that it was an easy business to delve into.”

“You have taken it so much further than you needed to. All because you’re losing a few thousand bits in the hardware department, you threaten people’s lives and shut down people’s livelihoods. Why? You don’t even need those kinds of numbers to survive the coming winter. You’re being greedy!”

This drew from him another expression, his eyes narrowed just a little bit and his hands finally pushed him up from his chair as he began to glare at his sweet little angel.

That horrible, familiar feeling began to creep back up on Pearl then. So very few times had he ever given her that look but now he was giving it to her with full force.

“So it’s true then, you have been helping them.” Rich said as he stared down at her, a good foot and a half taller than her. “How many times have I told you to never get your business and personal life entangled within each other? Here I am, breaking that rule for the only soul in this damnable world that I love and I did not see this coming. How much do they already know?”

“You’re not really keeping it much of a secret with the way you’ve been flaunting your force. You need to stop this now, Daddy! You need to stop before you do something that you will regret and it will cost you everything!”

His face became softer. His hands loosened up on the surface of the desk and he let out a tiny breath as he sat back down. He tapped his desk twice. “I take no pleasure in doing any of this. My only real regret is that you’re in the middle of it. You’ve always been less willing to do what needed to be done.”

He did something then that she never would have expected in ten million and a half years. She stood with her hands clenched onto her purse and her teeth biting her lower lip. He smiled. He was even kind of showing some of his teeth.

“You were always a firecracker like me, but your soft heart has always come from your mother.”

The door opened behind her, her eyes widened and then turned very, very grim as she heard two very large stallions walk in. Both of them had solid black business suits on. They stood behind her off to either side and she scowled directly at him.

“You’re really doing this.” She half asked and half spoke in a lifeless realization. “You’re seriously going to do this.”

“The next day or so is not going to be very pleasant for your new found friends. However, with you tucked away, I can be assured that you will not be harmed.” He turned his eyes upward at both of the stallions, one black furred with white hair, one white furred with white hair.

Pearl knew better than anyone what those eyes meant. She shut her eyes and was led toward the door.

“Moose.” Rich said in a soft tone. The black furred stallion stopped and turned to him with his full attention. “One hair on her mane. One single scratch to her perfect, lovely skin and looking for a new job will be the least of your worries. Turn down the light and leave.”

As the light was turned down, the door closed and his deep hollow blue eyes looked on, his fingers began to piano on the surface of his desk. It was dark now. Dark was good.

Night Moon laid his head on that couch’s cushioned surface. Apparently they used his couch so little that he was given full privileges to it. The worst part about it was that he was already getting his body’s imprint into the cushions. His wings kept folded behind him, and he only got out of it for showers and toilet breaks. He couldn’t go home, he was already behind on his rent as it was and now without a job, he was sunk. Without his DJ equipment, he was dead.

Music was everything to the blue pegasus. The night scene was his jam, he’d been to so many parties, grinded the streets on his skateboard in so many skateparks while his music banged away and he brought the beats to every single event he ever attended whether it be legal or less than that.

He had very little money as a child, and the music brought him money but it did more than that, it brought him joy. He spent every single bit he had to build that set up one piece at a time. One single bad night and it was all gone. The bruises on his face were healing pretty well thanks to Star Burst, but nothing would heal that hollow area in his gut. That equipment was more than just stuff. It was his livelihood. He built that stuff, custom made it and only he knew how to play it to its full potential. Every time he thought of it in the hands of those bastards he felt the burn. That burn that had all of the bad feelings in it rolled into one.

He combed the brown mane out of his face as his yellowish green eyes glared up at the ceiling.

“Night Moooooon.” Star said as she entered the room with a bowl of hot soup on a plate lined with crackers. “I was gonna have some soup, you wanna share it with me?”

“No thanks… not hungry.” He said in a very low voice. “I don’t think I’ll be sticking around here much longer. I really don’t want to be a bother to anyone anymore.”

“What? No! Moon!” She hurried over to him, her brown hair bouncing, as did her very large breasts beneath the pajama shirt she still wore. At the moment, she was taking turns with Pop Candy in her store. Star Burst still had two hours before her shift began. “Moon, please. You’re fine. After things settle down, you can come stay with me in my apartment. It’s an efficiency but we can make it work!”

She saw the hollow, dead look in his eyes and it broke her up. She hated seeing him like this. At the nightclub, when she helped him set up the pyrotechnics, he was so well in his element, so alive and vibrant. Seeing him like this broke her.

Star Burst set the plate to the side of the couch and sat beside him. She draped an arm over the back of the couch very near him and leaned her head on it. “Night Moon, I know I can never return to you what you lost. I can tell you, though, that I can at least help you get it back. If you let me help you, I will help you put money away for a brand new set of musical equipment.”

He looked at her and she brushed the brown hair away from his eyes.

“I don’t want to be such a bother to you.” He turned his face downward. She very gently put her hand under his chin and looked into his eyes. The swollen eye was open now and only discolored.

“The point is that I want to do it for you.” The two pegasi’s faces were especially close now. “I’d do more than that for you.”

Their lips slowly inched closer, and their upper lips touched ever so softly.

“Night Moon! Star!” An urgent voice called out from downstairs. They recognized it as Spark’s, but it was not a voice he used often. “Need you down here quick!”

They looked at the threshold, then at each other. Quickly, they got to their hooves and started running out the doorway and down the stairs. They saw Spark at the door and he motioned for them to hurry. Night Moon got outside and looked to see the van was backed into the parking lot. Voltage got out of the driver’s seat after she set the emergency brake.

“What is it?” Night Moon asked, looking at Spark and then at Voltage.

“A lot of heavy shit we had to load up.” Voltage said. “I had to use my horn to help lift some of it.”

She got to the back of the van and opened it up and Night Moon’s jaw dropped to the ground.

“What?!” Star Burst’s eyes widened and her hands went to her mouth.

There was all of his DJ equipment, all of it neatly laid into the back of the van. They stacked his speakers onto one another evenly, he even saw that they got all of his cords wrapped in rubber bands.

“What?... What?.....What?....” Night Moon kept asking. His swollen eye still as wide as his other one, despite the mild pain.

“Death Metal.” Spark said as he started grabbing speakers and walking them into the store after having set the door stopper from closing it.

“She found the asshats that stole your stuff and kindly asked them to return it.” Voltage said as she started gathering all of the cords, and the headphones.

“Did she stomp on their testicles again?” Star Burst asked, helping them to carry a few things as well.

“No, I’m serious, she kindly asked them to return it.” Voltage said as she walked inside.

“Yeah, there’s a little bit of damage to some of it. Looks like you’re gonna need a repair place to take a look at it.” Spark said as he got another speaker that needed two ponies to lift so Night Moon grabbed the other side. Spark looked up at the Gemini Ties sign as he walked toward the door. “Oh, look, there’s a place.”

The repairs took no time at all. All of the speakers worked in crisp, clean order like they were supposed to, the screen on his console that was cracked was easily replaced, and they rewired a faulty circuit in his electronics. Within one hour, the whole setup was piled in a corner and wrapped up in a little bow that Star Burst tied to the handle of one of the cases.

Night Moon stood in front of the equipment, his hand over his mouth, staring at them in absolute dumbfounded awe. Words failed him, logic failed him, even his own sense of priorities was amiss at that moment. One moment he had nothing, now he had everything back just the way it was. He checked the playlists of his techno, disco, rap, rock, screamo, emo, goth, new age, pop and even his custom made tunes. They were all there.

“Well, I guess this means you’ll be finding a new music scene?” Star Burst said as she walked up beside him. His eyes flicked to her and she smiled. “It does me so much good to see you so happy. It even looks like your bruises are doing better.”

“You did this for me.” Night Moon said, going back to staring at his DJ stuff.

“What? No, Death Metal got--”

“No, you did this for me. I was sitting upstairs with my head in a tomb, I was ready to just give it all up and roll over. You came in and gave me some kind of hope. You never gave up on me.” Moon turned his sights back to her and she had a pleasant, tiny smile on her face.

“Well, I was just being nice. I mean--”

“Being nice is giving someone a napkin when their hands are dirty. It’s cleaning up your clothes before someone else uses the shower. Being nice is holding the door open for someone and saying ‘you’re welcome.’” His face was serious as he turned back to her and the way he looked into her eyes took her back a little bit.

“Well… you know… I just…” Before she could say another thing, he pulled her close into a long, passionate kiss. It surprised her, but in a way she relished. Her lips pushed against his as their wings began to wrap around one another. The brown, mare pegasus pressed her very large breasts up against his chest and tilted her head to the side to get another angle on the kiss. It was a moment upon moments as the kiss lasted.

“Thank you.” He whispered in her ear as his lips traced from her lips, up her jawline and to the side of her head. This brought a smile to her face as she blushed, and she gave a small moan as he began to nibble on her neck. Star’s hand went up to the side of his muzzle and pressed it harder against her skin. She turned her face to his and their lips locked once again, this time sliding a tongue into one another’s mouth, rubbing their tongues together softly.

“Well, since I did such a nice thing for you,” She ran her hands up and down his chest, to his abs, then down to his pants where she felt a very intensely stiff protrusion all along the zipper and button of his pants. “Perhaps you could do something nice for me?”

They couldn’t get to the bedroom as fast as they wanted. As soon as Star opened up her pajama shirt, her exposed breasts were attacked by Night Moon’s mouth. She gasped, holding both of her hands to the back of his head. The tingling she felt from her nipples was amazing as his tongue slithered all over them one after the other. As her nipples hardened, he began to rub his teeth against them ever so softly. He only stopped to slide his wings down his shirt’s back folds and throw it on the ground. His lips latched back onto her beautiful orangish brown nipple, and as he did, her hands went down to his pants and unbuckled them. With a simple pull, she uncovered his beautiful blackish blue cock as it pointed straight forward.

She took it in her hand, used the precum to lubricate his shaft and jerk him gently. His sucking became far more intense, drawing a moan from her lips. His hand went down to her crotch and he was taken aback by how her hot cunt was drenching her thin fabric. Star figured her pants were all but useless and slid them off of her legs.

He gasped a little as she stroked his dick with a bit more intensity. “I never thought this would happen.” He locked lips with her once more, only for her to pull back after a moment and drop to her knees.

“I wanted it to.” She whispered to him with a wink and brought both of her massive breasts around his throbbing member. His prick was a perfect fit as his glans penis was right at the very top of her bust. She leaned her head down and began to lick, sucking on the very tip. He cringed a little at the raw sensation of her cock sucking and his breath began to labor. “Looks like you do too.” She looked back up at him as her breasts started pumping his shaft. She spit on his shaft, squeezing her tits over him tighter and worked him faster.

Her brown furred cheeks blushed fiercely as she felt the wonderful sensation of a nice big cock in between her luscious breasts.

“Oh fuck, your tits are amazing!” Night Moon strained to say as her tongue swirled over the head of his penis. Her tits did not let up for a moment, grinding them smoothly over his length, only stopping to take more of his cock into her mouth and suck it deeply.

She pulled his hot prick out of her mouth and smiled up at him. However, she yelped as he pushed her back onto the bed behind her, making her bounce a few times on it as her tits did the same thing.

“What do you think you’re d--OOHH!!!” She was trying to be clever and playful up until his tongue met her pussy and his hands spread her legs wide open. “Oh dear sweet Celestia!” Her hand gripped the back of his light brown mane. He lapped up all of the juices that flowed from her tight hole, even sliding his tongue deep inside her. Sweat began to gleam off of her forehead as her legs wrapped around his shoulders tight and she moaned with every passing of his tongue.

“Oh! Night Moon! I can’t take it! Please!” Her pussy quivered hard at his tongue and her juices ran freely from all of the loving attention. Night Moon smiled at her and grabbed her wrist, rolling her onto all fours. To her surprise, he grabbed both of her wings from behind her as his cock stretched her vagina upon its entry. She moaned hard at this, her face and chest pressing against the mattress as he pulled her wings and began fucking her with a gusto that was already building her up to her first climax. Star Burst had no idea how he knew that her wings were her weakness, but in that moment it didn’t matter.

He was romping her like a plaything and she was loving every single moment of it. His cock slid deep into her, with the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. With every thump his hips made against her ass she cried out with a lustful mewl. Within just a few pumps of his rock hard dick, she came, causing her body to tremble, but also causing his fucking to release a much more intense sensation in her body.

“God! Yes! Fuck me harder! Ride me! Fuck me like your whore!” She didn’t even know what she was saying at that point, just that there was a terribly large rod railing her from behind and she was indulging it full force. Night Moon was not faring a whole lot better, though, he had to cling to life to keep from orgasming just from her tits squeezing him. Now tamping down his semen from spewing into her was becoming less and less plausible.

After just a few moments, he said to hell with it. He started thrashing Star Burst, his hips slapping against hers as hard as he could possibly muster with her breasts bouncing at a tremendous rate! She started shouting in a high pitch, pressing her face into the mattress did very little to muffle the sounds of her cries of pure lust. On her second climax, they came together.

Their wings twitched hard as he sprayed semen inside of her hot throbbing cunny. It was magnificent.

Night Moon continued to give her tiny pumps with his cock inside of her twitching, overflowed cunt and she laid her head comfortably on the bed, never wanting him to stop.

Neither of them noticed that the door to the small bedroom had already opened until it creaked on the hinges, drawing both of their attention as they stayed in their position. There was Pop Candy standing in the doorway, seeing the two of them on top of her bed, dripping semen onto it. She frowned at the two of them with her dirty candy uniform on, shaking her head.

“Nope, I was the maid here for a year. Night Moon, you’re washing my sheets twice and Star Burst, it’s your shift.” She kept shaking her head as she turned and walked to the kitchen.

Night Moon and Star Burst looked at one another, then let out a nervous chuckle toward one one another.

Pearl had no idea why her father loved the dark so damn much. It was a dark car ride over, it was a dark stroll through the waning daylight and now she sat in a dark room with all of the furnishings and luxuries anyone could ever ask for. The winter home was where her father took her to get away from business, get away from the common populace and get away from the stresses of being a multibillionaire.

She sat in the TV room with the very large cushioned couches and every single DVD she enjoyed as a young teenager. Along with some old video game consoles that hadn’t been updated in forever, but contained the most classic games that were now worth some eighty bits each, especially if you found some of the collectors to buy them. The room was built with a sun/moonroof for natural light. She used to sunbathe beneath the glass ceiling when she didn’t feel like going outside. The living room was connected to a kitchen that was already fully stocked with food and sodas, along with some expensive beer. Ever since she told her dad that she drank, he afforded her the privilege of having bitch beer. Still, it didn’t make up for the fact that the damn place was already stocked up as if her father expected for all of this to happen.

They sat, watching a cartoon she loved as a child and held up to today’s standards. Such a movie was a very rare find, but she still loved it. The two stallions hired to guard her also seemed to love it, as she caught them chuckling every once in a while. Once, they even let a big laugh escape before they recovered and got back to their stern faces.

Pearl rolled her eyes, she supposed it could have been worse. If it wasn’t her father that kidnapped her, she probably would have been locked up in a closet and gagged until some ransom was paid. She checked her watch, since they took her cellphone for obvious reasons. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to concentrate on the movie so she could stop thinking about how much time she was wasting.

If she was wasting so much time, she could have at least been doing it with Death Metal. She suddenly felt the horrible ping of despair, Death was out there somewhere. She wanted her there right now. She wanted to feel that wonderful short pony’s lips against hers. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered how her skin felt against her own. That wonderful mare’s rump in her hands as they kissed in public, making everyone else embarrassed. It took a long time before Death Metal was ready to make out in public. The pony finally just realized that she didn’t care what other ponies thought and they started kissing on that restaurant’s patio. Being Obscenely Rich’s daughter had its advantages, because none of the managers would do anything about it.

The train of thought had made her a little antsy. In the midst of all of the chaos, her and DM hadn’t gotten intimate for about a week. She was starting to feel the pressure between her legs. She looked at her two “bodyguards” and rolled her eyes.

Then it dawned on her.

Her eyes widened and looked at the two of them once again. The wheels in her head started to turn and she figured there was no harm in such an attempt.

“I’m going to get changed in my room.” She got up from the couch, followed by the white stallion with the white mane. She wasn’t sure if he was Moose or Rocco, either way it didn’t matter. She walked to her bedroom and closed the door as he stood outside the door. The stallion had the ears of a feral beast, being able to hear the slightest sound that a window could make, should she try to escape. Not that it mattered, the windows were nailed shut.

She spent thirty minutes in that room, one of them even called to the other to give him a bathroom break. However, she finally came back out and Rocco was taken aback by what she was wearing.

She wore pajamas that hadn’t fit her for well over five years. They so seldom came to this house that they had almost stopped it from being cleaned every two months, so a lot of the clothes were from her adolescence. Her breasts bulged through the cute pink pajama shirt, so tightly packed that it looked like they could have popped the button off at any moment. The protruding nipples showed that she was not wearing a bra and as she started to walk back into the living room, her ass was in full shape in her pj bottoms.

Moose did a double take as he looked at her. She acted nonchalant about the whole thing though. Pearl could feel their eyes looming over her and she did well to hide her vicious grin. As far as she could tell, step one to her escape was a complete success.

Blacklight input the combination to the garage and waited as the garage door opened high enough for him to step through. Minty Fresh stood near him and followed as he stepped through as well. As soon as they stepped through, another pony on the other side pressed the button from the inside for it to close back immediately. They walked into the dimly lit garage as five ponies worked on a large, globe-like machine in the very center of it. Cables and safety wires attached to it from all angles so that it would not roll, along with the chocks beneath it holding it in place from ground level. Two hatches on either side of the machine were open with two ponies in welders masks creating sparks with heat-tip pens as they sealed up cable ends and created connections throughout the whole machine itself. All of them looked up from what they were doing to see the pony in his usual business attire walk into the work area, no safety equipment to speak of.

As soon as they noticed who it was, they went back to working, except for one. A large muscular pony with black fur and a blue crew cut approached the shorter unicorn and pegasus as they looked at the progress that had been made.

“We’re still ahead of schedule.” The large earth pony said as he stood and watched the others work. “After this, we will be needing to enhance it with a good bit of magic and then it will need to charge.”

“The unicorn we’ve chosen is already en route to this location.” Minty Fresh said, checking her cell phone as she traced the unicorn’s exact location with an E.T.A. displayed.

“You are confirming that this will be complete at the appointed time, Tricep.” Blacklight said, half asking, half demanding the answer he wanted.

“It will be ready. The charging should be complete within an hour of the deadline. After that, the location has already been input to the laptop it’s connected to. All we need is to press the button.” Tricep said as he looked at the workers hustle to get it done. The metal panels on the sphere were already most of the way screwed down and welded to make the circular mechanism nigh solidified.

“By the way,” The purple furred, white maned unicorn turned to Minty and motioned for her to join him away from the workers, also motioning for Tricep to return to his business. “What happened with the health inspection of Pop Candy’s store? Did you not do the inspection?”

“Of course I did the inspection. I found nothing. The rodent infestation was put in the store, I made sure of it. I believe Pearl Necklace warned them of my coming and they were ready by the time I arrived.” Minty furrowed her brow at Blacklight.

“Yes, well thankfully Mr. Rich has taken care of that inconvenience.” He turned back to look at the machine, he couldn’t deny that it was a magnificent piece of technology. “The good news is that even if you did get the proper channels to close her store, it wouldn’t have made a difference. With this, all of our troubles will be taken care of in a matter of nanoseconds.”

“It begs the question why this was not plan A.” Minty agreed.

“Oh, there was a reason for that. This is not the most cost effective solution, in fact I will be forced to shut down a certain number of our assets in the near future.” He looked at his watch, which glowed in the dark. “It’s about dinner time, shall we?”

“Saddle Arabian?” Minty suggested as they walked toward the door. A worker rushed ahead of them from the side to push the button to open the door.

“Not in the mood for the sweet and spicy. Perhaps we could simply get a pizza, I’m not for waiting two hours for an appetizer.”

Without Blacklight noticing, Minty turned her cellphone in her hand toward the garage as they left it and took a picture.