I settled into bed, finally back home. It didn't feel all that homely, but that would just have to wait. I watched as Cosmic shook herself, a feather falling against the ground. "...Feathers...what a pisser."

I took my jacket off. "I don't know.... If it means it's over then I'm more than happy to have you with feathers."

Cosmic stretched her new wings. "Jason...I'm a bit worried." She looked over at the bed, her usual expression of annoyance completely swallowed up by a soft frown. "Only alicorns I've ever heard of have been royalty...and to be perfectly honest, I ain't the type for--"

"I know exactly who you are." I walked up to the bed and set Dust down. "Hey, can you like--"

Cosmic nodded, her horn lighting up orange and throwing a glittering blanket over Dust. "She's fine. She's faking it."

I looked down at Dust, her eyes slammed shut. "How long?"

Dust's eyes popped open. She puffed her cheeks out and looked towards the wall. "I came to a few steps past the street lamp...."

I shook my head. "You really shouldn't hide that you're okay. Falling asleep with a concussion might have killed you."

Dust flapped her wings. "I don't- ew...ew ew ew ew." Her wing kept on, throwing feathers into the air like wild. "Make it stop! I can feel it in my back!"

I turned to Cosmic. "Yo...hows it feel?"

Cosmic turned to me with a tired grin. "Like I have two stupid legs jutting out of my withers."

I rolled my shoulders, my shoulder blade aching softly. "Feels weird then?"

Cosmic let out a long sigh and crawled onto the bed. "A little."

I looked around, the room darkened as Cosmic grabbed the slider and turned down the lights. "So, two princesses--"

"No."

"Exactly."

I looked over to the bed, getting the usual responses from each mare. "...Well, which is it?"

A blue streaked tail flicked towards me. "I think you know the answer."

"Uh, not really." I stripped off the rest of my clothes. "Yes? I'm gonna say yes until proven wrong." I put my hand on the bed, quickly having it kicked off by an orange fringed hoof. "Childish." I crawled onto the bed, taking up my usual spot on the right. "We'll figure this out later, ask Celestia or Luna or someone."

"Somepony." Dust shot back, slamming against my stomach. She nestled against me. "Jason...why are you not wearing pants?"

I felt something walk over my calves. "Oi, what?"

Dust flung her tail over my hip. "I wasn't criticizing, I was simply asking." She snuggled in against me. "Arm...arm over me."

I let out a long huff as I was forced into the center of the bed, the cold sheets warming under my skin. I hung my arm over Dust, letting her wrap her hooves around me and rest her head against my arm. "Am I just like a pillow?"

Cosmic pressed herself against my back, back legs wrapping around my leg, forelegs wrapping around my neck. "Jason, you're always a daft pillow." She pressed her chin against my shoulder and settled in. "We go to sleep...we wake up fresh in the morning, and we hacksaw these things off my back."

"No." I stated, as I pulled Dust against me. "No hacksaw."

Dust's wings twitched against my stomach. "Magic would probably be less painful."

"No...you're keeping the wings." I pulled my left arm back, taking it away from Dust. I placed it softly against Cosmic's head, scratching her ear softly. "You're a princess...deal with it. Some things are meant to happen, no get used to it. You're my princess now." I felt the mares press against me, warm bellies against my skin, my entire being heating up as they pulled together. "I love you." I scratched Cosmic's ear, receiving a stout coo from her and a nuzzle against the back of my neck. I slid my hand over her coat, back against Dust and down to her tender belly. "Both of you."

"Hey...dad, wake up." I felt something poke my foot. "Dad...come on."

"Leave him alone Shard, you saw him, now lets go." Soft voice, sharp words, like Dust with more of a stern texture.

"Oh shove it, why must you piss on my parade every time!?" I opened my eyes, a pair of kids waiting off the edge of my bed. "...Oh, hey dad." A red headed kid with a completely human face stared down at me. "Hey...so, shhh. Bloody...don't wake mom or other mom."

I looked around blearily. "Wait...wot?"

A taller kid with icy blue hair shook his head. "Sorry dad, Shard here wanted to talk to you."

A bright orange tail whipped around the first man. "Oi, stuff it." The orange kid turned back to me. "No, we just came out to talk." The kid grew a bit pink. "I uh...sorry to ask this, but can you make me first? I mean, at least here." He looked back to the blue haired one. "Bloody prick is older than me and won't shut up about it."

The blue haired one laughed sharply. "Really, that's why we're here? So in one universe, doors and doors away, you can be born first?" He rubbed his face. "Oh boy...how are we related?"

The orange haired kid stood up from his crouch. A pair of grey pony legs stood upright. "Oi, I said stuff it!" He turned back to me. "Just do me a favor...me first this time, just...do it for me, dad." He cracked an obnoxiously large smile. "Right? For me, for Shard? You little buster, right?"

I stared at the kids at the end of my bed. "...What the fuck?"

The blue haired one shook his head. "I told you, we should have met with him in the day time, but you didn't want mother to come and gush over you--"

"Shut up!" The orange one hopped up. "Look, you see this!?" He pointed to the blue. "Bloody- he's such a prick to me!"

I rubbed my eyes. "What?"

Orange lowered his arm. "Great.... I'm just- see you in a few months." He waved at me, "By the way, fourth birthday, don't do the whole space thing, go knights or something fun." He walked out, sliding his hand across the wall and along the doorway into the hall.

The blue haired kid just stood there. "Right, Jason, dad..." he smiled at me, "we just wanted to see what it was like before we were born. It's nice seeing you all warm and snug." He nodded once. "Oh, and the portal we tore might have sheered apart one of your tables, so...sorry for that."

I watched them both leave, my mares two heavy sleepers completely oblivious to the sudden break in. "Table, what? Did I just get robbed?"

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