The following events are non-canonical and entirely ignore the fourth wall**. The author himself, as an entity, will be present and speaking**. Characters will be fully aware of the entire depth and breadth of the story they exist in, and the meta-context thereof. Conversations and events will not always be written in the format you are used to. These are all, to some extent, valid reasons for some of you to not want to read the content from here onwards before Chapter 40. However, information relevant to the story will be revealed here. And some of these answers will be as large as entire chapters, with all the content you'd expect. As such, you skip this content at risk of your own confusion or disappointment. Also, while the events are non-canonical, every answer* will be entirely truthful, and some of them will basically be canon short stories.

*- As per the agreement, one answer to one question (not necessarily in this chapter, just period) will be a lie. I will not reveal what answer or what question until after it has already been patently proven false in the main story. Feel free to guess and even ask questions in the comments.

**- Those of you familiar with terms like ‘Taiga Dojo’, ‘Omake’, or ‘Deadpool’ have a very good idea what you’re in for. The rest... Just trust me.

Oh, and there's going to be sex. Just in case you forgot what fic you're in.

I promise to do my best to make all of this funny, relevant, in-character (as much as it can be), and informative. This will not be a waste, and it is not filler. But the issues above still stand. If none of them deter you, then please, come on in. Make yourself comfortable, and welcome to the Four of Two Question and Answer Chapters!

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Four of Two “Chapter” 39.1 -- Requests and Responses

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We start our story inside the headspace of one writer, pseudonym Ariamaki...
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Oooh, cobwebs!

...Cute. Really, just friggin' adorable.

Aaaw, no need to be a Mr. Grumpypants about it!

No, seriously, that -was- cute. By your very nature as Pink Pone, everything you do is cute. It’s categorical. And you can drop the OOC speak here-- Everypony’s going to be labelled from here on out to avoid confusion.

Pinkie: “Is it really that confusing when it’s just us two?”

Ariamaki: “It’s about to be a lot more than that... But I suppose I can try it your way for now. My way. A way. Whatever.”

Pinkie was trying not to laugh at my stumbling, but she herself knows how much of a pain it was to be out of the groove. Why, pretty much anypony (anybody?) does, especially in such a high-tension world as baking, or even worse, party throwing.

“You know, every time that term comes up, I honestly think about you just chucking a party at somebody, like, literally throwing a condensed party.”

Pinkie rolls her eyes.
“I could never get a decent pitch with condensed party, it's too hard to hold in one hoof. That’s what the cannon’s for!”

“Point. Ridiculous, yet entirely valid, point. Well, if we’re going to be sticking with descriptive text, let's switch our tense..."

I said, now in the past tense.

"Much better! Now there's no point in delaying... Bring on the first batch!”

Ponies of just about every shape and size began filing into the poorly-defined space. As they each entered, substance started to coalesce, creating an environment where they could all find themselves comfortable. A massive pale alicorn was first to arrive, and solid well-hewn wooden walls formed behind her as she moved. Only a moment later, a blue pegasus burst in through the suddenly-existent doorway, and a skylight took shape above. A well-appointed unicorn and his mate came next, and with them the ceiling and lights came into place. Two earth ponies followed after, nuzzling each other as they walked, and a fireplace and carpeting manifested. Finally, a young filly and a 'baby' dragon walked in, at which point all of the little touches and accents, from bookshelves to faint spirals of dust in the air, fell into place.

"Well, looks like the place shaped up rather well! So, we've got our first batch of characters to say their two bits: Want to introduce yourselves, so we can get a little roster up?"

"Princess Celestia, as should be fairly obvious... Although your description of me was rather sparse, wasn't it? Not to mention the blatant joke about my weight."

"Rainbow Dash, fastest pegasus around, future Wonderbolt, and generally awesome filly!"

"Fancy Pants, of Canterlot, accompanying Fleur de Lis."

"Uhm... Mr. and Mrs. Cake. I didn't expect a formal introduction!"

"I'm Sweetie Belle! I really like your... mane?"

"I think it's called 'hair' when it's not on a pony. Oh, and I'm Spike, the dragon."

The author was pleased with this: His headspace was properly arranged, his first guests were all present and accounted for... The questions, then, could begin. Introductions weren't necessary, since everypony knew of each other, thanks to the rules...

Sweetie Belle wrinkled her muzzle.
"Rules?"

"Yup! Got 'em all right here."

"And did you actually remind the audience what they are?"

I blinked once, twice, and then grinned sheepishly.
"...Without further ado, a recap of the rules!"

1- Every character temporarily knows they are in a story, knows all details of it, and knows enough about canon and fanon to answer questions without issue. In other words, they all have even less of a Fourth Wall than your average everyday Pinkie Pie.
2- Every character must tell the absolute truth as they know and understand it in response to questions during this session.
3- One character will lie in response to a question. This is the only breach of Rule 2. Only one character, in only one chapter, and only to one question.
4- Every character will answer at least one question, some will answer more.
5- All reader questions will be posted, unedited in any way, in quote blocks to clearly mark where questions and answers begin and end.

I shook my head and quickly burned the information onto a large plaque, which settled into position over the fireplace.
"Everypony clear on that then?"

Each and every pony (and dragon) present nodded, taking one last look over the new addition to the room. They all seemed fairly eager to get to business, and I couldn’t blame them: Even a fairly patient audience would have gotten a bit tired of my delays by now, and the actual characters are not known to be half as charitable.

“Given how badly these chapters are going to bruise and batter the Fourth Wall to begin with, how about we get you out of the way first, Pinkie?”

“Okie Dokie~!”

The mercilessly fluffy bundle of pink bounced her way to the fireside, and I whipped a question out of thin air. Reading it aloud would have worked, but I already talk too much as it is, so let’s try this...

Have they put a revolving door in the fourth wall for you yet?
-Archlyn

“Oooh, I like the frame! Very meta-textual.”

“Thanks. Got an answer for the nice person and / or people?”

“Of course!”

Pinkie looked the question over, occasionally sticking her tongue out and making faint hmmming noises, despite it being all of thirteen words. Eventually, she nodded sagely and turned to face the lack-of-camera.

“Silly, you don't put doors in walls! They go in doorframes, and the Fourth Wall doesn't have any of those. It has cracks and holes and gaps and fenestrations and screens and sockets and panes and drains and portals and openings and windows and hiding places and fractures and blinds and sliding apertures and... Um. What was the question again? Oh, right! Nope, "they" don't make any special exceptions for me. There isn't really any need to, since I just end up doing whatever anyways.”

Nopony responded to this, which shouldn’t be terribly surprising: Pinkie being Pinkie, in response to a question about how Pinkie Pinkies? Nothing unusual about that. Or, to be more accurate, nothing unusual for Pinkie. And now ‘Pinkie’ no longer looks like a word.

“If I’m not a word anymore, does that mean I’m done?”

“Yes... Sort of. Feel free to stick around, we could always use a peanut gallery for this sort of thing.”

“B-but I left my peanut costume at home!”

“...I’m sure you’ll manage to get by without it.”

Glad to have the (hopefully) most disruptive pony of the evening out of the way, I turned back to the rest of the group.
“And next?”

Princess Celestia stepped forward, carefully unfolding herself to her full height as she rose from the floor.
“I suppose after that, I should attempt to bring some normalcy to the situation, hm?”

“You are a six-foot tall pastel horse who is talking to an author who is writing this conversation. Normalcy does not even get within our area code.”

“Point. But I am still going next, yes?”

“As long as you don’t end your next line with a question mark.”

“Whatever could you... I mean... Yes, alright.”

Reveling in my relatively small victory, I decide to start with a softball question. I have plenty to choose from, after all: The audience seems to be Celestia’s biggest fans who aren’t purple and horn...ed.

What's your favorite kink?
-GrayFox2510

“Ooooh, saucy one~!”

Rainbow Dash tried, futilely, to push her marefriend back down out of view.
“Pinkie, come on, you can’t just yell stuff like that about Celestia! What if somepony...”

“Aw come on Dashy, Mr. Author-person already said this whole thing isn’t canonical. We can do or say anything and it won’t apply to the real story!”

“...Anything?”

Celestia cleared her throat, interrupting whatever schemes may have almost happened.

“Well then. If I can actually get an opportunity to answer my first question, so that we can be done with this sometime in the millenium... It varies with time and the tides, not to mention my mood. If one thing were to dominate, it would be... Just that. Dominance and submission, although not necessarily in the BDSM sense. Rather, powerplay and force of presence, one partner rising high and bringing the other low. It's... A universal background theme, I've found, for most couples. These days, a close second would be Twilight's beautiful plot, of course. Then again, that’s more of a fetish, if we’re being technical... It's all semantics in the end, I suppose. And please, refrain from any jokes about things that sound like semantics and go "in the end". It has been done before.”

“...Alright! Well then, let’s move forward.”

“Let’s.”

When was the first time you realized you loved Twilight?
-Hellpony

"Long ago and far away."

"..."

"...Next question please.”

What is the one thing in all your long life that you've never experienced but would really like to?
-Archlyn

“Hah! Well... I have heard that there is this mythical thing called "a moment's peace". I would truly enjoy the ability to see one of these, and maybe even... "relax".”

Everypony looked at her for a moment, rather worried about their ruler’s mental state, given both this answer and the last one. Eventually, Celestia laughed, breaking the tension and giving us all a chance to breathe again.

“I kid. In all seriousness, while there are many things I have not done, I try as much as possible not to focus on the specifics. After all, one of the vanishing rarities in my life is surprise and the unexpected. So when something I have never had the joy of experiencing before does come by, I wish to be surprised by it.”

“Seems like a sensible response to me. Looks like we’ve got one last one for you here.”

“Go right ahead.”

What's your opinion on orgies involving yourself, your sister, both of your
lovers and the four best friends of said lovers?
-Keeper of Jericho

“...Mmmh, I wonder if somebody is asking about my peculiar past, or the potential present? In either case, I am not automatically against the idea, but it would take a fairly exceptional situation to make it happen. So, as with nearly everything else, my mind is open. And I shall say no more on the matter.”

Celestia made a faint bow towards you, the audience, wherever you feel appropriately located (don’t ask how she managed to bow in several directions at once, my eyes still hurt a bit) and returned to her original seat.

“Next up... Eh, we’ve been getting a lot of the story’s heavy hitters. Pony Joe, come on up!”

The gruff unicorn obliged, nodding to the Princess and, interestingly, Fancy Pants as he passed them.
“Eh, how’s it going?”

“Well enough. You?”

“Been better, been worse.”

A brief silence.
“...Want to actually answer your question?”

“Sure!”

Ever play horseshoes on Twilight's horn with donuts when she crashed from a midnight study session? Midnight Donuts can't be sold, and she'd be sleeping right there, I understand that might cause some... Overwhelming urges.
-MrNumbers

“Hah! No, not Twilight Sparkle. But she and I definitely had some fun moments when Spike crashed out in the middle of one of her study runs. Ya know, he fell asleep with his tail stickin' in the air? -Way- better target than a horn! I hear he even got in the habit of sleeping curled up after the time we used powdered donuts and the coating got stuck in his scales or somethin'.”

Spike gasped from across the room.
“Hey! You and Twilight told me a tray of donuts fell and got all that sugar in my scales! I had to spend a whole day cleaning it out, and it still itched for a week!”

“Ahehehe... Oops. Good thing nopony’s gonna remember this at all, eh?”

I sighed and sent Joe back to...
“Nah, I’m good. Not too interested in everypony else’s answers. You mind if I ditch early?”

“...Sure, I guess. Go ahead.”

And with that, we were down to nine ponies, several of whom had already answered. Of course, this was only one batch... Oh, and Spike still looked angry. Seemed wise to take him next, rather than let him keep stewing.
“Come on over, Spike. You got a pretty decent number, even after trimming the chaff.”

“Really? Cool!”

Sugar scales forgotten, he waddled his way up to the fire and sat down again.
“So, whadda we got? Anything juicy?”

Have you ever tried different applications of your dragon fire ability? Like instead of sending a letter, could you try to send larger objects or ponies?
-AlaskaIsCold

“Oooh, Twilight and Celestia always told me I'm never supposed to even try and use it on a pony on purpose. So nope, no ponies! Larger objects... You know, I've never tried it? I guess it might work. I've sent some real big letters before, even a book once, but mostly that’s all paper stuff. I guess I could try to convince Twilight to let me try it out if I describe it as "SCIENCE!" and suggest some kinda application for it.”

“...SCIENCE!, eh?”

“You know how she gets,” Spike deadpaned.

“True enough. You actually have another one, come to think of it...”

Do you find it odd or disconcerting that your adoptive mother/sister is romantically involved with your other adoptive mother?
-Mister Morden

“‘Mister’, I am a dragon who lives among ponies and watches the town he lives in get invaded, blown up, literally eaten, magically used and abused, or otherwise targeted by some sort of crazy on, like, a weekly basis or something. I deal with the Cutie Mark Crusaders just about every day, and I have grown three hundred feet tall multiple times. If I found something as basic as a loving relationship strange, I think I'd qualify for the silly stable.”

The little dragon paused for a moment, visibly thinking.
“Anyways, I'm glad they're together-- They always both acted like something was missing, and this might be it.”

“Aaww, adorable. Thanks Spike- Are you going to stay around, or is Pony Joe just the first deserter among many?”

“Hahahaha, nice pun!”

“...Deserter. Desserter. I see what I accidentally did there. But seriously, you sticking?”

Spike plopped back down by the fireplace, letting out a quick puff of his green flame to mix with the red and orange of the logs.
“Sure! I actually know most of these ponies, so I wanna stay.”

I took a look over the remainder. Only five ponies left today, which meant six... Oh! Right.

“Actually, real quick? There was a question for me. Kinda what led to this entire digression in the first place.”

Dash wrinkled her nose, clearly annoyed at being left for later once again.
“Is that even allowed? I thought this whole thing was for characters!”

“Yeah, funny thing about that. Pinkie Pie and Celestia have both directly addressed me and spoken with me, so to speak, in-character. Thanks to that, I’m stuck abiding by the same rules as you all. So without further ado, lemme get it out of the way so you can go next:”

Considering that Spike is of a different species, and everypony else in this story is in a gay relationship, is Equestria running the risk of underpopulation, and if so, will Celestia have to resort to forced breeding?
-Jake Roberts

“Nope! Consider the following:”

I quickly pulled out an easel and chart, slapping them into place for all to see.

1- This story is a ludicrously small and unique sample size.
2- While pony gestation periods are longer, their births are much safer.
3- Plain vanilla M+F sex and pregnancy is not the only way, even in Equestria.
4- Earth manages to be overpopulated even with a high non-breeding rate.

“So if you think about it that way, it’s pretty clear that Equestria has little, if anything, to worry about when it comes to a lack of breeding.”

The easel and chart got evaporated back into the Wake-esque creative aether, and I gestured to the only pegasus in the room.
“Dash? You’re up.”

“Aaaww yes! How many awesome questions did I get? I mean, Spike has barely been in the story-”

She turned to the dragon quickly.
“No offense, right?”

“No problem!”

“Yeah, so, he still got two after you got rid of some lame ones. So I must have like a jillion! Or two jillion!”

I didn’t even have to look back to the sheet to confirm.
“One.”

“One jillion?”

“One question.”

She stared, poking the question list incredulously with a hoof.
“How many of those things did you throw out?”

“Pretty much none. You only have the one to answer.”

“...Oh. Alright.”

Do you have any idea where Pinkie is hiding her party cannons?
-Mister Morden

“If I knew where Pinkie kept half of her shenanigans, I'd be one rich mare. Like, I swear, she turned to me in the middle of a bit of funtime the other day and pulled out a strap-on from thin air. Not from a different cloud either, she just sorta reached her hoof off to one side, just outside of my view, and then came back with it. I looked, afterwards? She had just reached off the side of the cloud. There was, trust me, nothing there. Mare confuses me sometimes, but that's half the fun, yaknow?”

“Aaw Dashie, you know you could just ask. Plus, I keep those everywhere, in case of-”

“Pinkie? I’m fine not knowing, and I am super-fine not knowing what sort of emergency would require you to dip into some kinda dildo stash.”

Dash’s marefriend drooped a little before Dash flew back over to the gallery, wrapping a wing around her.
“But hay, maybe one of these days I’ll give you an emergency for them, hmm?”

Pinkie Pie chuckled and swatted the other mare on the shoulder, back to her normal level of vibrancy in an instant.

"Well, that's handled. List is shrinking all the time, and... Hey, Sweetie Belle!"

The little filly quickly bounced up out of her seat and trotted over. I didn't feel great about making her wait so long, given how energetic fillies like her could be, but I had a good reason.

"Cutie Mark Crusaders Question Answerer, Yay! Oh, but, wait... The other Crusaders aren't here."

"Heh, don't worry- They'll be in the other chapters. I wanted to spread the three of you out a bit, provide some structure to this whole deal."

"Well, OK. That does make sense- Plus, I doubt Scootaloo would actually sit still that long."

I took another look through the questions to confirm the situation, avoiding the chance to make an obvious joke about Scootaloo not having any choice.
"You, Sweetie, have a special question!"

She gasped, eyes going wide.
"Really!? What's so special about it? Is it super-long? Or short? I would try to give a short answer, but I doubt that anypony is going to beat Celestia, I mean hers was only like five words long, and super-mysterious, so-"

"Nope, nothing to do with length. It's who the question is from, and where."

"Umm... I'm not supposed to guess, am I?"

"Not unless you want to."

She nodded, happily, and waited for me to explain.

"You've got our first CELEBRITY GUEST QUESTION! Every chapter, give or take, a fellow well-known author will drop in with a question for somepony. Today is a good friend of mine, I've actually known them longer than I've been writing this. With no further ado:"

“Have you ever accidentally stumbled upon Rarity and Applejack getting a little too cozy?”
--carcinoGeneticist, author of Feels Like The First Time and Purely Scientific Interest

Sweetie Belle thought about this for a moment. And then a moment longer. After a while, Rainbow Dash looked uncomfortable with how long this was taking, and even I was about to interrupt. Finally, the unicorn filly answered, all in one long speech.

"Too cozy? Is there such a thing as too cozy? I mean, being comfortable is one of my favorite things. So how would too cozy... Oh! I think I get it! There was this one time that I saw them and they were really close, and looked pretty comfy. Like, I was awake in the middle of the night because I had to go to the bathroom, and when I was walking through the hall, Rarity's door was open a crack... And I saw Rarity lying on top of Applejack! They were both in Rarity's bed, and it sorta looked like Applejack's hooves were attached to the bedposts somehow. They were pressed real close together, and sorta rocking back and forth, making these super-cute sighing noises. That's probably what you meant! Yeah, I've stumbled onto that sort of thing once or twice. A week."

Silence ruled the room before Pinkie started chuckling, and shortly after that, everypony was laughing. It took a minute before I got them all calmed back down, and Sweetie happily bounced back to her spot in the semi-circle of ponies (and singular dragon).

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing for Rarity and Applejack's reputations that none of you are going to remember this entire incident. And speaking of reputations, let's just segue to... Fancy Pants! It's a tenuous connection, but hey."

"Trust me good sir, I have been introduced by more spurious statements than that. You will be surprised what the Master of Ceremonies will stoop to for the sake of keeping on a theme."

"Point. Shall we just move on, then?"

"Let's."

My most important question of all goes to you:
WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU WEAR PANTS?!
-MrNumbers

"Wouldn’t that be a bit... I don’t know, on the nose? You do not see Twilight Sparkle walking around covered in glitter, or 'Flutter'shy constantly buzzing her wings. Just because my name includes an article of clothing does not mean I am beholden to said article."

There's a short pause.
"...Also if you must know, they chafe my stallionhood something fierce."

"Welp moving on from that quickly!"

Would you prefer deep-sea diving or sky diving?
-Keeper of Jericho

"...Truthfully? To be brutally honest, I would much prefer to keep all my hooves planted firmly on the ground. Water and I do not work well together, and flight is meant for pegasi. No, I believe I am quite confident saying neither..."

I interrupted him with a quick whisper.

"What? What do you mean that's not a legitimate... Urgh. Fine. If forced, I would choose deep-sea diving, as it takes much less time and would involve having a full group of other ponies on hoof in case something went wrong. Are you happy now?"

I leaned over to him once again.
"No."

"W-what?"

"No, I'm not happy now. You own an airship. Exactly how are we supposed to believe you don't deal well with heights?"

"Yes, well... I am inside, technically, on that. Not exposed at all. These 'people' are asking about falling freely through the air itself, directly. Huge difference."

"...If you insist. Next up is... Hmm. On the one hand, if I take Fleur next, it'll be two couples back to back with no switching. But if I take Mr. Cake next, it'll end with two mares back to back."

Mrs. Cake looked at me with confusion.
"Is taking my question next not an option, dearie?"

"Nope! Can't really explain why, but... You're last. Just trust me."

"Oh... Alright. Well, handle my husband's question next- I'm curious, and it's the least you could do since you're making me wait so long, hmmm?"

I chuckled and grabbed Mr. Cake's question out of the list. The lanky stallion made his way over, still wearing his perpetually-present work uniform.

“Well, hopefully nobody asked any sensitive questions. You wouldn’t imagine how many people ask something about the twins...”

I made a very pointed glance off to the side.

“...Can it at least be a normal question about our children?”

“Yeah, sure I can hack that. As such:”

Are there any plans for the baby Cakes to ever get another brother or sister, or are the both of you satisfied with just two children?
-Keeper of Jericho

Mr. Cake was trying, very hard, to stare deadpan at the questioner. I presume he managed to pull it off, but since he was really just sort of glaring at them by proxy via me... Yeah, consider yourself glared at.

“...Another. Another? Hahahahahaha. HAHAHHAHAHA. Yeah, no, we are... Quite satisfied with "just" two. Thanks for asking.”

He paused and shook a hoof through the air, massaging his temple as he spoke.
“But don't take that the wrong way: Pumpkin and Pound are the greatest things to ever happen to us since... Well, since Pinkie came along to Ponyville. I can't even imagine my life without our little family anymore.”

There was a squeal of joy from back out in the audience as Pinkie lasso’d him back with one impossibly-long leg and roped him and his wife into a hug. Everypony gave a little ‘aww’ to the touching display, and I set aside the card, leaving only two.

“Well, that leaves two. Fleur, would you be so kind?”

“Absolutely! Must I rise, however? I am rather comfortable.”

“Feel free to just answer from your seat, in that case. I imagine this one would be an easy one for you...”

What is the kinkiest thing you haven't done yet that you absolutely still want to do?
-Keeper of Jericho

“Ooh, a decision most tough! Well, I have been quite the adventurous filly, and then an even more adventurous mare. The result is that I have done quite the many things. Something I have not done, but truly want to... Choking. I have never done anything that cuts off my breathing. I have dreamed it, but never acted: It's risky, much chance to leave marks, hard to convince a stallion to try, but what they say about it... Mmmh. You have given me an idea for one weekend.”

There was, appropriately, a choked gasp from Fleur’s side as Fancy Pants realized exactly what she suggested. They have an extremely hushed conversation before, reluctantly, gesturing for me to move on with the questions.

“I... Alright. Well then, the grand finale of our first Q&A chapter! Mrs. Cake, come on up... And prepare a seat. You’re probably going to be up here for a while.”

She seemed reluctant, but trotted over regardless.
“So I just... want there to be a couch here, and one appears?”

“Pretty much. Benefits of being a fictional entity in a world shaped by writing, yaknow?”

Her eyes closed for a moment, and then her legs suddenly curled up with the rising cushions of a fairly nice-looking chaise lounge.
“Oh! Very nice indeed. So, a question for me?”

“Questions plural, in fact. Number one:”

What is Mr. Cake's most pleasant personality trait?
-Keeper of Jericho

“Well... On the one hoof, he's a bit paranoid and jumpy at times, and he barely eats some days. And most wouldn’t think of that as ‘positive’, but it’s still endearing. On the blatantly positive side: he has a biting wit when the mood strikes, takes care of his family with everything he can, and his work ethic is second to none. He's also very... Open. In all ways. To pick just one of the good sides, or even the bad ones... I'd have to say his most pleasant trait is the entire package- Any one thing wouldn't be quite right, like all the ingredients of a pastry eaten on their own uncooked. It's the whole that I love.”

“Extremely cute. I approve!”

“Thank you, dearie. But didn’t you say questions... Plural?”

“Mmmh. In fact, our final question of the day is for you!”

Do you honestly expect us to buy Mr. Cake’s story about the twins? What really happened? Who’s the real father?
-Many, many different readers

“...The answer has to be totally truthful, right?”

“Unless you’re the single pre-designated liar, and I wouldn’t be such a heel as to make the lie be to this, one of the most-asked questions in the fandom. So for all intents and purposes... yes. They’re getting the truth.”

“Oh... Oh, dear.”

*- And by The Answer, I do mean you’re all going to be getting a glance at the actual conception. I promised sex scenes back at the start, didn’t I?**

**- And don’t think I’m going to short-shrift you guys either. It’s next chapter not for the sake of a cliffhanger, but because it is that friggin long.