The problem with the Dwarves lasted a few minutes more, and ended up with me saying that I’d figure it out for them later, in the meantime, they’d have to just find somewhere to be. The main problem would be where they could diggy diggy holes and forge all day. The Low Elves…. Well...

What ended up happening was the Low Elves started following me as I went and looked around for my soon to be wives. It was pretty bothersome, considering they kept wanting to examine EVERYTHING in the halls. I eventually got them to stop and just keep calm, but I failed at getting them to stop following me.

After about half an hour of searching, I was eventually able to pinpoint Luna, who was in the throne room reading a letter of some sort.

“Luna!” I called out. “Luna! I have to talk to you about some new arrivals.”

“From where?” Luna asked. “I was just reading this letter from Cadence. Apparently she could tell what was going on, dismissing it as her being the alicorn of love. She says she knows of our plans, and is already on her way to be the neutral party so that we can have our wedding. I swear, how she’s able to know these things is on par with the crazy pink mare that’s friends with Twilight.”

“She’s crazy, I swear.” I said. “Anyways, about these new arrivals.”

It was then that the Low Elves realized who I was talking to.

“The Lunar goddess!” One said. The rest soon followed in a sort of chant of recognition before shutting up and bowing on the ground to Luna. “We are unworthy great sky goddess! Thee who graces our glorious nights with thine splendor, and brings thy silvery light to the beautiful darkness, creating such inspiring and powerful displays by merely being!” They then all prostrated, like, seriously, with their heads all to the floor. “Praise be to the Lunar Goddess Selune! Praise be to She Who Brings Light to Darkness! Praise be to Mistress of the Night! Praise be to the Dreamweaver!”

Luna was, to be fair, gobsmacked. Sure, she was getting used to being seen as the highest authority of the realm since she had to usurp Celestia and even switch sleeping schedules to run a combined court with her during the day, but to see so many actual WORSHIPERS just made her jaw go slack, her wings to ruffle, and her eyes to shimmer. Then, suddenly, without any warning, she suddenly shot up in size in every direction until she matched Celestia, her new heaving chest ripping out of her dress which made her blush and cover with her arms, as my nose erupted in my rainbow blood. “W-w-what?!”

“O-oh dear! Um...w-well Dox. As you know, I’m a goddess, if even a humble one, but...all deities derive power from worship, and...um...I’m not used to this….” Luna was still blushing, and levitated a nearby black and silvery tapestry over to herself to wrap around her new body that was proof of her increased power and status.

“W-well… Anyways.” I said. “These guys are Low Elves. There’s Dwarves outside, doing what Dwarves do into the mountainside. But they all need a place to stay, and a place to work. I just helped save them all from some factory enslavement in another realm.”

“WE ARE DWARVES AND WE USED TO BE IN PAIN!”

“I’m guessing that’s them.” Luna said.

“Well duh.” I said. “Anyways, could you help them out with figuring out everything? I’m pretty sure they need shovels, pickaxes, and forges.”

Luna perked at mentioning forges. “They are miners AND smiths? Verily! We shalt see to their needs at once! We wish to see the skill of their craft, and if it compares to our own!”

“Luna, the royal we?” I said, pointing out her slip. “So, I’m gonna go see if I can get help with all the supplies for them.”

“Well, I would not worry about that.” Luna said, calming down. “The castle already has all the supplies needed to do such a thing on hand, but it would take a long time to do such a task.”

“I think I have an idea then.” I said, reaching into my magic satchel and taking out Avarice’s blue iron brazier with the length of chain on the bottom. Hopefully, I actually get Avarice this time. I haven’t seen him in a long while, and I’m kinda sick of Vaga’s meddling. Sure, I got Blue out of it, but hey, guy’s got to have a limit for bullshit.

“I-Isn’t that the Master of Chaos’s token? Why wouldst thou call upon HIM of all beings?” Luna asked nervously, holding her tapestry-turned-robe tighter around herself in worry. “Certainly we have him to thank for our union with thee, but his methods are so insensitive….”

“I know, but don’t worry.” I said. “Just follow me out to the gardens and I’ll summon him.”

It took a small amount of time to get back to the garden and then round up the Dwarves so that when Avarice was summoned, he could get to work.

“Yo, Avarice, I could use a little help, and maybe a bachelor party.” I said, lighting the brazier by exerting my will into it, a trick I learned after having used it both as a summoning token for him, and as a light source otherwise. However...I...really wasn’t expecting what was about to happen.

An utterly MASSIVE portal rimmed in blue fire spawned in the lawn before us all, and even burned into the edge of the hedge maze, and then, twin roars echoed forth from the giant hole through the Void and two corresponding pitch-black HYDRA heads rose rapidly from the portal, the red-frilled head growling venomously with his green eyes narrowed as the head with the spiked brows seemed to be sighing, and the body the followed was NOT a hydra’s, it was actually a dragon’s, so...fuck...two-headed dragon!

“Um, Avarice?” I said nervously. “That you? Buddy?” The frilled head suddenly shot into my personal space with the speed of a striking viper, and I pissed myself at the raw fury pouring from his slit emerald eyes.

“You have so much gall! Calling me from another Displaced’s world before I could finish helping her!” Avarice’s cockney voice came from it’s mouth, so it was definitely him, but before I could try to explain myself, the second head butted in by biting into his neck and tugging him back as the others behind me had all already armed themselves however they could.

“Avarice! Mistress, Vinyl and the Sex Bobombs had the Yeti in hand, we did our part already.” The other head’s voice was a smoother Trottingham accent, sounding like Luna’s old dialect but more modern in execution.

“She is with our child! It is our duty to see to it she is safe!” Avarice roared back, seething as his massive wings flared, and the two heads glared at each other, emerald and gold eyes piercing each other for several tense seconds, before Avarice sighed. “Damn it Cresent...how is it you’re the sensible one?”

“Hey, I’m the idiot who died for Die Leucht, you’re the one who really ‘enlightened’ me. Keeping you level-headed is the least I could do for what you’ve done for me.” Crescent nuzzled his partner head who nuzzled back, and the scene was suddenly total bromance, so I decided to interrupt.

“The hell is going on?!” I yelled. “I heard something about Mistress Change, and then it turned into this! Listen, if you’re worried about her, don’t. I met her before, I know she can handle things on her own. Now, can you please explain what’s going on, Avarice?” I then noticed MC’s token hanging from the frilled-head’s neck, which was oddly full-sized for him. Just like mine, the tokens were simple dog tags on chains, imprinted on the metal was a twin double helix, one green crossing a red one. Over the top of the two were an orange set of spikes with blue spikes coming out of the bottom. On the front side was a short bit of text. But I noticed a heart was added to it.

“Well, simply, she summoned me, things were kinda awkward, I subdued and nearly killed a stallion, I had a breakdown, she cheered me up, we had extremely hot sex, she got pregnant, I turned into a Matter Shifter like her from eating a piece of her on accident, had beyond amazing and indescribably awesome Shifter sex, met some old nag with bells all over him who dumped us in a wintery area, had more sex in the snow, met a snarky and cool DJ mare named Vinyl and her friends the Sex Bombombs, fought a giant two-story tall yeti, and then you summoned me. That’s the gist of it.” Avarice shot off, getting a bit irritated at the end, only for the head named Crescent to bump him with his snout, and making Avarice roll his eyes.

“Okay, that explains a bit more than I wanted.” I said. “So, could you possibly shift down to something else? Like maybe not a two headed dragon?”

The sight of two hydra heads blushing almost made me burst out in laughter, Luna and a few of the dwarves couldn’t avoid chuckling however. “Um...we...kinda...can’t?” The heads spoke in unison, grinning sheepishly. “Our mass is so massive, we...um...okay...we’re currently now a low-tier God of Fertility, the zebra tribe back home Worships us now upon realizing that and...uh….” Luna butted in, hefting her huge boobs as a reference.

“Be at ease great Beast of Creation. We know thy predicament in a way.” Luna let her breasts drop, and all of the males accounted for could NOT stop watching them quake and jiggle as they settled, under a robe or not.

“Yes, so basically, we have a massive store of energy, which we instinctively converted to mass. We can shrink down, but only for a little while at the moment. It’s very straining to compress and convert mass into energy than it is to let energy turn into mass.” They both responded, and I groaned, hearing them talk like one entity was confusing.

“That sounds like a changeling issue!” One of the Low Elves shouted out.

“Wait, how do you know about the changelings?” I asked, turning around to face where the voice came from.

“ Besides the fact that I can tell that you are one, a small group of them passed through the realm we were in before we became enslaved.” The Low Elf said. “Said they were heading through to another realm. I don’t remember which one though. I think they said something about one of the chaotic realms, but it was too long ago for me to properly remember.”

“Thank you.” I said to the Low Elf before turning back to Avarice. “You hear that, buddy? There’s changelings out there somewhere. Maybe we could get you some help with your powers. But first, I’d like a little help.”

“Name it, and we shall provide.” They...okay, I’m just going to refer to them together as Avarice, whoever that other guy is seems the sub in their relationship anyway. Avarice said ominously, but then they split into two giant serpents as their body split and molded seamlessly into two giant basilisks, wrapping around us all so quick and smooth it was extremely unsettling. “But it comes with a price. You are our friend Dox, but we’ve been too lenient in our deals of late, too generous.” The circled back around, both serpents looking me in the eyes with their emerald and gold orbs. “Do you have anything to trade? Money is nothing to us, and we require compensation, our nature demands it.” The nearly encompassing glow of red in both their eyes kinda told me that they were bound to require a deal, damn, no hand-out this time, but then again, he’s a pal, and he bought me this sweet arm, and those Loaders I keep forgetting to sign for….

“Sure…” I said. “Well, I’m not sure if I can properly promise anything, but the Dwarves and Low Elves might be able to.” Good job, Dox. Spoken like a true politician. Just pass the issues onto someone else.

“Know this; money is worthless to us. Something must have either great emotional, personal, or otherwise potential value for us to consider it. Even something as paltry as an old trinket or a little bauble will be worth far more to us than a mountain of gold.” Avarice stated as the horned serpent seemed to vomit forth a mountain of treasure, and promptly spit on it. “Garbage to us.”

“What about Aetherium?” One of the Dwarves said. He seemed to be the leader, what with him having a crown made from broken pickaxes which were woven admittedly well, and had the only set of actual armor made from smelted and shaped broken mining equipment. Ragnar I think his name was. “The Low Elves can help make the special ingot and give some to you once our forges are set up.”

Avarice’s emerald eyes widened, and he shot forward, looking the dwarf in the face with incredible eagerness, his orbs shimmering in excitement. “You speak true?! Your companions know the secret of the mystical metal?”

“Someone forgot their Skyrim~!” I said in a sing song voice.

“Oh, he knows, that’s why he’s so excited. The Aetherium Shield was his favorite, if his memories serve well. Buy time in a melee by making an enemy ghostly and all that.” Crescent commented as he slithered over the mountain of gold, not caring he was crushing the precious metals together.

“Let them prove it.” Ragnar said, walking up to the massive serpentine form of Avarice. Wow, guy had balls, that’s for sure. He picked up a massive chunk of gold and brought it over to the twelve Low Elves that were grouped in the middle of the nineteen other Dwarves. “Watch, great beast of two, as they turn this gold into Aetherium.”

Everyone, especially the serpents that are somehow my buddy, all watched them carefully, and visibly, pour magic into the giant gold piece. It started to glow dimly, before flashing into a purple metal. They stopped for a bit before pouring more magic into the now purple ingot. There was a bright flash, and when the light dimmed, it was shown that Ragnar now held a large piece of glowing white-blue Aetherium. The Dwarf wore a proud smile, while the Elves appeared to be on the verge of passing out.

“We offer this to you, great beast of two, and ask in return that you help us to move the supplies we need to set up and create more of this material more effectively. Without straining our elven brothers and sisters.” Ragnar said, holding out the massive piece of Aetherium to Avarice.

“Hold, hold on. This sort of transaction is far too much for so little return.” Avarice stated, pulling away from the ingot before looking to his sibling serpent and both seemed to be speaking telepathically. “Very well, but we hope you do not mind a bonus stipulation, that we provide you extra materials in exchange for the Aetherium. Whether or not you can make more, my world has no Aetherium at all. If we could procure some sort of trade system….” Avarice suggested, his eyes shifting to me and Luna.

“We have our ways.” One of the Low Elves said. He wore robes that looked to have once been extravagant, but had been tattered from years of working at a forge. He wore a small circlet that held small gems of Aetherium in it. I think his name was Rulindil. “Do not fret, we know of your extradimensional ways, as well as yours, Dox.”

“Dude, creepy.” I said. “But cool. So, how are you gonna transport anything without me?”

“Again, we have our ways.” Rulindil said. “We just require… a sample… from Avarice.” We were all quite stunned when Cresent quickly lunged at his sibling, and ripped a chunk of flesh from him, dripping with fresh sanguine as he didn’t even flinch, and the wound rapidly closed. “That should be more than enough, thank you.” Rulindil wasn’t as shocked as he recovered quickly, and accepted the massive hunk of flesh and blood from the mouth of the serpent.

“We just require one thing from you to carry out your needs.” Avarice stated, and seemed to spit out a tattered blank scroll. “We require your signed permissions, as the leaders of your groups, to handle your supplies. Otherwise we cannot touch them.” Their eyes began turning bright red, their serpentine lips curling disturbingly. “Know though, that your signatures are binding, and we will be bound in a Contract. We shall be forced to deliver your supplies, and you will be required to pay us with that beautiful ingot, then we shall be free of the contract on both parties. This process is very, very important. We are paid to each other, in full, no debts. Are we clear? We don’t wish for any...unpleasantness. The last time we had to cancel a Contract we...suffered greatly.”

“Sounds fair.” Ragnar said, walking up to the scroll, only to be stopped by Rulindil. “What is it, forge-brother?”

“He’s using the magic that first brought us together, brother.” Rulindil said. “He reeks of Contract Magic. Good sir, is that truly all there is to the agreement? No hidden terms?”

“We’re trying to avoid them ourselves.” Avarice responded in unison, shivering, their scales actually rising in sorts of goose-bumps. “The price to pay for breaking a Contract...we’ve suffered it when a fool we’d accidentally bound in Contract refused to let his sense of debt go was driving him mad. We released him, on our terms, and the pain...the pain….” Avarice shrank away, shivering, and Crescent coiled around him, shivering too. “It is beyond description. We hate it, but this magic is bound to our very being, our souls...we are being as careful as we can in it’s use. Simply know that once this transaction is over, there is to be NO debt between either party.”

“Agreed.” Rulindil said. He pulled out a quill from his robe, which I questioned how it held anything, and proceeded to reach for the scroll. “I’m assuming we sign in blood? What with Contract Magic being how it is.” He then proceeded to write on the scroll without touching anything, his blood just appearing where he happened to scribble. Afterwards, he handed the quill to Ragnar, who proceeded to copy his brother’s actions.

“There, have your contract, great beast of two, and do your side of our agreement.” Ragnar said proudly.

“IT SHALL BE DONE!” They crowed, Avarice and Crescent then slithered a bit away, and clamped onto their respective tails, and began spinning around. Their massive sizes made seeing into the circle they’d formed impossible, but we could see a small mountain of gold rising above, littered with mining equipment, disassembled forges, and forging equipment. Soon, the great black basilisks ceased moving, and stopped biting each other’s tails to slither around the massive heap of tools and materials. “Is this satisfactory?”

“More than.” Ragnar said as Dwarves and Low Elves alike cheered. “With this, we could forge and mine for ages to come! Thank you, great beast of two! We shall erect a statue of you in gratitude!”

The serpents blushed and seemed to become bashful as they leaned into each other with sheepish smiles. “Worship is fine, but no debt, please, we don’t want to have to keep providing you concessions of your tributes. Just the Aetherium is enough. Any future deals will be on your terms.”

“My brother does not mean either.” Rulindil said. “He means it as a gift. ‘Tis simply a way of us saying thanks, even with the contract fulfilled.”

“But we are a god. If you make an effigy, or idol of us in any way, it is considered Worship, regardless of intent, unless you burn it, or deface it, then it would be the opposite….” Avarice stated worriedly. “Such things would weaken us.”

“Great beast of two, we already have plenty of gods.” Ragnar said. “We know of the rules, too. We just simply wish to give you something nice to remind you of us.”

“...Very well. But please, keep mind not to make anything in our image of your intention, we will feel it across realms, we would be able to commune through it, even grant boons...no, no, bad Avarice, no spreading your beliefs on the Rites of Life.” The serpents seemed to be having trouble focusing, and looked to Luna, becoming elated. “You are with child….”

“Y-yes….” Luna said. “How… How did you know? Am I showing already?” Luna moved her robe open around her waist and rubbed her tummy since she couldn’t see past her massive knockers, and there was a tiny outward bump on her otherwise trim and firm abdomen.

“Twins, a boy, and a girl. Both alicorns like their mother, since the father was a blank template. They are healthy, their mother happy.” They slithered to her, and nuzzled her a bit. “We are glad. Dox. Care for thy child...but we sense two here, who have trouble conceiving.” They stated, rising and looking to the Dwarves and Low Elves

“Yes. How do you know of me and my wife?” Rulindil said, his wife walking up, a full head shorter than he was. Apparently, Rulindil married a Dwarf. “Please, explain to us.”

“We are Avarice, God of Fertility. Propagation tis our domain, the creation, and flourishing of life tis our duty. Thou hast not been able to sire a child, and thou hast not been able to carry. We shalt fix this, if thou both consent.” They coiled around, looking down on the Dwarf and Elf with a disturbingly patronly and loving manner to them, in spite of their current forms.

“We do.” Said Rulindil’s wife.

“Then accept our blessing.” Avarice and Crescent both approached the couple, and pressed their snouts to the tops of their heads, which then sent an aura of deep emerald green cascading down them which vanished shortly. “Thou wouldst seek a private place soon. Thou shalt both ravage each other as rabbits in spring and conceive at least one child.” Avarice then blinked, and Crescent followed, both seeming dizzy. “What...what just happened?”

“You performed your duty.” Luna stated knowingly as she wormed an arm around me, and I blinked, huh...I turned into a spectator for a while, then again, Avarice is a showstopper. “You are definitely new to this, you shall be compelled to perform your Aspect’s duties at all times. It is hard to adjust to at first, but you will grow into it.”

“Whoa...so...Luna, I just watched a fledgeling god perform his rites for maybe the first time?” I asked in awe, not fazed by her newfound height, and proportions as she beamed down at me and the ecstatic couple ran off for some privacy in the hedge maze.

“Yes, what you witnessed was something amazing. He blessed those two with fertility, and the ability to procreate in spite of any trouble their different races could provide. And, in doing so, has ingratiated them to himself, whether he wished so or not. Looks like he might have some Worshipers here after all.” Luna grinned, and Avarice seemed tired as he laid next to Crescent on the grass and closed his eyes along with his partner.

“Cool.” I said. “So, Avarice, now that you’re done helping out. Wanna go have some fun?”

“How do you mean?” Avarice and Crescent asked through mumbles as they cracked their eyes open.

“How’s plane hopping sound?” I asked as I pulled out my Runic Portal Matrix. “It could be like a little bachelor party. But if we’re gonna do that, I’d have to call some more of my friends, first.” I almost shit myself when they suddenly shot forward at me, and shrank down into normal-sized snakes that coiled around me, and looked me in the eyes with excitement.

“You’re getting hitched?! This calls for a celebration! Booze! Dancing! Absolutely NO fornication! Can’t guarantee we won’t make EVERYONE PREGNANT! HA!” Avarice then, blinked, and purred as they neared my face. “We could~ make you pregnant too Dox...we sense it...you’re becoming a bit...curious. Changelings are completely gender neutral we hear.”

“Dude…. That’s creepy.” I said. “It’s one thing to change into a female, it’s another to have sex as one. But seriously, let’s just focus on having a party. Luna, I trust you’ll supervise our new guests? And while I’m gone, can you ask them to make the rings?”

“Lulu, don’t let him drop the ball! Make him know what it’s like.” Avarice injected. Shut up damn it!

“It would be interesting Dox. You can’t even imagine.” Luna teased, getting me to blush up to my ears. Damn it Lulu, not you too! “We shall see to it they get settled, I will organize the Guard to begin aiding them in moving their equipment and finding lodgings near the mountain. Excavating into the mountain has always been put off due to the risks the crystal caverns have below, but if they are careful, I shall allow it.”

“Great. I’ll see you later, Lulu!” I said as I walked off and into the castle. “Damn, you guys are heavy. I thought you said you couldn’t shrink down?”

“...What?” I was suddenly crushed under I don’t know how many tons of snake. Me and my big mouth….

Author's Notes:

So, here's a chapter. It's a crossover with GameJunkie7 and his story Hello Stranger....

Also, anyone notice it says PART ONE?!
Yeah, so if you want to be in the next part (I'm looking at you, male Displaced out there that Dox has met!) just put a comment in the comment section down there!

Anyways, this is Music Mod, off for now.