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// Later That Same Day... 
// Story: Luna's Boredom Cure 
// by Broniesrponies2 
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Midnight once again sat in a corner, hiding from two crazy mares. This time though, it wasn’t because of recent sexual assault, but because he had disappointed both Vinyl and Luna in his choice of nightclub music. The dj was already summoned and the songs for Vinyl’s and Luna’s clubs had been picked out in short order. Then it was his turn.
While Luna had begun by choosing pop songs and slowly made her way to classic rock, Vinyl had listed off almost every single dubstep song from memory. It was scary the way that she could remember them all. Midnight was next to step up to the plate and had tried to satisfy his princess with light rock, but then gradually moved his liking to heavy metal, a step at a time. 
Neither of the owners of the three clubs remotely liked metal music and both of them had looked at him with scorn, and a little amusement at the sheepish look on his face. That had been one thing, but then it got worse. He tried to take the metal back and switch back to classic rock, which made both mares angrier. Vinyl was angrier because he was just trying to conform, and Luna was angrier still because he was just trying to please her by degrading himself. In all honesty, it probably made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, but she could never show weakness in front of Vinyl.
Not since last night anyway. The two of them had been dancing around one another like two fencers looking for an opening. Currently, the two were arguing in the hallway outside the room that he had barricaded himself in. Something about how they were going to punish him for being a conforming coward. Lack of sleep always did put a little of Nightmare Moon back into Luna, and it appeared to go doubly for Vinyl. Luna’s spell was supposed to fight off the physical effects, but it didn’t appear to do anything to the mental effects.
Midnight sighed. What was he going to do? He shouldn’t come out while they were acting like that and he wouldn’t know when they stopped acting like that until he came out. The thought hit him like it appeared Luna was planning to, OCTAVIA! He cast his eyes around the room that he was hiding in and he began to form a plan. 
Octavia was sitting in one of the night clubs with the dj that Luna had sent for. He was a pleasant enough stallion, not as toned as Midnight, but not as formal. Octavia thought that she was forming a connection with Luna’s guard, but she understood that he was strictly Luna’s. She sighed as she watched the dj setting up the sound equipment that he would need. Vinyl had apparently got her wish about the lasers. A group of engineers were setting them up just beside the stage that she herself was sitting on.
Suddenly, a paper plane flew in through the window. A deep blue aura surrounded it as it flew straight for her.  She caught it in her hooves and unfolded it. It was a message from Midnight.
Dear, dear Octavia sweet of him, she thought
I am currently barricaded in the guest rooms in the palace, 4d to be specific. Could you please come talk to me? Luna and Vinyl are yelling about eating my soul so I don’t dare come out. They don’t know that I’m here. They are right outside. Can you suggest to them that they look in the northeast wing please? It would mean so much to me. They are REALLY scary. Thank you very much.
Midnight Guardian
P.S. If you want to reply, write a message on the other side and refold it, it will fly straight back. I would prefer not to talk this way for too long, they might catch on.

Octavia quickly scrawled a message of affirmation on the other side and began galloping towards the castle. Some time alone with Midnight, a dream come true. It was only better that there was something between him and Luna. She could use a break from the normal courtship of the pony elite or the freakish one night stands that Vinyl kept trying to set her up with. Her heart led her all the way to the castle.
Midnight was shivering by the time that he heard a new voice in the hallway. The only thing keeping him from hiding in the bathroom with a bottle of alcohol had been Octavia’s swift reply. It took her longer than he would have liked for her to get there, but Luna and Vinyl’s discussions had been getting darker and darker. He hid his head in his hooves and began rocking slowly back and forth.
Octavia ran into the hallway that held the room that Midnight was hiding in. She assessed the situation and yelled at the two irate mares. “I just saw Midnight in the East wing!”
Luna’s ears pricked up, her mane turning darker and her front teeth extending just slightly. 
“Thank you Octavia, I have a few things to discuss with him.” She hissed.
The demons ran off in the direction of the East wing, leaving Octavia alone in the hallway. She eased over to the door of room 4d and knocked quietly.
“Octavia?” came the whispered question. 
“Yes.” She whispered back, her hoof pressed to the door. 
“Oh thank Celestia. Are they gone?”
“Yes. Can I come in?”
“Oh of course, give me a minute.”
Octavia waited as there came all sorts of shifting sounds from behind the door. The sound of a bed landing on the floor marked an end to that, and the same blue aura that had surrounded the paper plane surrounded the door as many magical enhancements and barriers were removed. The door slowly cracked open to reveal a horrified looking Midnight. 
“Please come in quickly, they could be back any moment and I want to get the magical defenses up again at least. They were all that were keeping them from finding me and as soon as they went down, Luna’s spells started to detect me.”
He was babbling, but Octavia got the message. She shot into the room and she watched as the door silently slammed shut. The blue aura surrounded it again as Midnight put his spells up again and then he barricaded the door once again. He looked back at Octavia, a look of relief on his face as he stared at her. For the first few minutes, only two words came out into the open.
The traumatized Midnight Guardian looked thankfully into the eyes of his protector and whispered:

“Thank you.”