‘I think our vacation is going overboard….’ I thought to myself as I scuba-dived down into the depths of the atoll named by Homage. He poetically called it the Drowned Atoll, near the end of the Hawaiian Archipelago. Anyway, we’ve actually been here for MONTHS now! About three actually. All my partners save the changelings since they already birthed are really showing now. I wondered if they were okay, but they all told me it was natural for a mare to get so big so soon in an eleven month pregnancy, it just took longer for the fetus to develop. Well, not for Athena anyway, she was about to pop! She had a clutch of eggs in her that she said were due anytime now.

The reason we haven’t gone home is because the longer we stayed, the harder it was to leave. Homage informed us that time between this universe and seemingly all others from him sending out test probes was completely meaningless, and that settled it for my mares, who all preferred to just spend their pregnancies in a tropical paradise rather than be waited on hand and hoof by worried and otherwise over-enthusiastic doctors and maids.

When Homage also mentioned the potential for flipping TIME TRAVEL using this, we all also decided to give Arbok a call, but even with that sort of condition, both she and Sarah weren’t comfortable spending that much potential time apart, and politely declined. Besides, they said if what I said was true, then my vacation would be over in the blink of an eye to them, and Arbok was more concerned with trying to connect to her children from an alternate future than having something as frivolous as a vacation where she’d more than likely get pregnant again.

As for me, well, it gave me time to adjust to my new ‘true’ form. Sure, thanks to Sapphire and Emerald, I could turn back to my original base form whenever I want, but…. “Mmph!” I jolted at feeling two familiar hands squeezing my black chitinous plot, and I turned my head to playfully raise an eyebrow at a golden-furred Tia, who was also wagged her brows at me from her masked head, and my jagged and sharp horn shined green. ‘Tia, now? Underwater?’

Her own now-golden horn shimmered in response. ‘Why not? Bluebelle’s been hogging you this whole time, I want a fantasy of MINE to come true right now.’ Tia thought back at me, pulling me close as she hugged her glorious golden bosom which had actually gotten larger from her lactating to my back. ‘Under the sea~!’

‘Ugh, why’d I introduce you all to Disney movies?’ I was about to oblige my love’s desire when I felt a hoof nudge my head, and we looked up to see a very visibly pregnant Luna looking imperiously down at us, her own bosom having grown from lactation as well as she shook her head, and pointed to the surface. Dang...I’m surprisingly disappointed. I was curious about having sex so deep underwater now.

We all moved to the surface as slowly and carefully as we could. We didn’t want to endanger the foals from the changing pressure after all. When we surfaced, the sun was still high in the sky, and Luna removed her mouthpiece. “Really? Out in the middle of nowhere you two? I thought Bluebelle was bad.” Blue wasn’t with us, she was currently going through a serious bitchy phase as she was almost bound to a bed like Athena should’ve been if she wasn’t mechanical. The doctor claptrap that Homage appointed us said she was carrying quadruplets, but they were unusually big, so she’d be looking full-term with a single foal and getting bigger from now till she birthed, and she wasn’t taking her confinement to the penthouse well, even if the Hyperion Network now had all kinds of movies thanks to a deal Homage made with Bronze over obtaining copies he’d salvaged from his Earth, and from his own massive collection, dude was a movie buff.

“Oh come now Lulu! It’s safer than your current want to have sex whilst flying.” Celestia taunted back, making me choke and Luna to blush up to her ears.

“Thou said thou wouldn’t tell!” Luna protested, splashing her sister, making her giggle at having embarrassed her ‘little’ sister. I was a bit preoccupied though, watching their heaving breasts bob in the water, gold and dark blue. Damn, I never get tired of my ladies. “Regardless, perhaps we should head back? It will take even the speedboat that Homage has lent us a while to return the vast distance between here and Maui.”

“Oh~, fine. You’re right Luna. We don’t want to have to try and navigate back by the stars.” Celestia admitted as they began swimming towards the largest part of the atoll that had managed to breach the surface, where we’d set up camp early this morning. It was over a thousand acres according to Homage, more than enough for a small settlement as there was a couple hundred acres of a smaller surfacing of the atoll to the east that could be used for farmland. “Dox~! Stop staring at our plots and follow!”

“R-right! Sorry! You know what you girls do to me!” I responded, following after. Sure, the holes in my left arm and legs felt really weird and made swimming rather difficult, but it was still fun to swim after them. I ended up preferring my new changeling king base form for just relaxing about. I didn’t have so much raw power all the time, and my ladies...I could just breathe in their love for me, and it was better than any food I’d ever eaten. If only...if only all changelings across the Equestrias could have it as good as me. They wouldn’t be all scrawny, and alone….

“Dox, are you having sad thoughts again?” Luna asked as she and Tia climbed up the beach and stood, I’d probably been looking depressed as I usually did at thoughts like that. It was even harder to hide my emotions in this form than my normal one. “You stop that, or we’ll drown you in lust again.”

“Please no. I become a horny bastard when you do that.” I really did. I became an insatiably HUNGRY stallion when they did that. I ravaged my sexual partners in such a blind and lustful way during so though, that they’d taken to doing so at least once a week since Bronze’s universe forced this form on me. When I asked Avarice over Echo if that was what it was like for him, he just said ‘Welcome to the club’.

“Yes sister, please not right now. I don’t feel like being practically raped at the moment. I’d wanted a slow, and passionate session.” Celestia rebuffed, and helped me onto the beach. Still though, it was nice to be eye-level with them, rather than nipple-level. Made looking them in the eyes easier. “Alright Dox, let’s head on back. Don’t want Bluebelle getting any more jealous and eating herself fat off of snacks.”

“She has been craving a lot of chocolate lately hasn’t she sister? Lately, I’ve been wanting pickles and ice cream.” Luna admitted as we began walking towards the outer shore as we’d been diving inside the caldera of the atoll.

*BOOM*

A violent, big, and loud explosion almost knocked us off our hooves from the direction of the boat. Judging by the fact that it was so, and it was the ONLY thing big enough to do that; it was safe to assume we’d just been metaphorically stranded if we didn’t have wings. “What the hell?! Why’d the boat explode?!”

“We have no idea! Homage assured us that all their equipment was sound!” Luna shouted as the shockwave had hurt our ears. But as we looked back towards the explosion, through the fire we could see an enormous silhouette that was humanoid, yet seemed far too out-of-this-world to be native, the presence it gave off was incredibly terrifying too. I could sense from here, it wasn’t anything friendly, and it wasn’t anything to screw with.

“Girls...fly. Fly now.” I ordered as calmly as I could, whipping the Changeling Blade out of my arm, willing it into a smaller version of the flamberge, and moving forward to shield them from whatever it was.

“Dox, we can’t-!”

“You’re with my foals! You have the responsibility to protect yourselves! Now fly!” My voice brooked no argument, and while they clearly didn’t want to, Celestia and Luna quickly backed away, spun around, and ran before they spread their wings and took off to the southeast, towards the rest of the Archipelago and safety.

“Those with pups are safe from me. I kill those who deserve it for their weakness, stupidity, or their affiliations.” A completely auto-tuned and gritty deep voice stated from the silhouette, which began to become visible as the fiery lights behind him died, and revealed a nightmare from the first Borderlands, only it looked more complete, a finished product. “Ready to die?! Hyperion scum?!”

The wind suddenly whipped, blowing out the fire of the sinking boat entirely, revealing my opponent in full to be a properly proportioned Alpha Badass Man-Skag wearing nothing but a bandoleer with his Echo, shield, relic, and his class mod which seemed to be a collar as an acid green graffiti backdrop fell behind him, and red flavor text rolled in front of him. RIP: Rest In Pieces (IN ACID!)

Oh shit. This guy!. All that acid, and if what the Hawaiians and Homage have told me is true, he almost killed Avarice! Okay, he has guns, all of them are caustic. Good thing bullets these days are made...of. Shit. Hyperion produces pure lead bullets! If THEY do, then wherever this guy gets his! Lead doesn’t magnetize easily! “Hey, asshole! I’m on vacation! I don’t like being interrupted...ON MY VACATION!” I bellowed, working up some bravado. Shit. I don’t have my shield, and it’d take several seconds to fish it out and put it on. Let alone, I’m in nothing but my thong as usual, and this fucker’s fast from what I’ve heard….

“Like I care you shitty Hyperion Exec! I’m finally back here, took forever to swim here from Canida! Do you know how good shark tastes? Well it makes your tongue bleed if you eat the skin! Fuck you! Thanks to that Badass from before, I respawned all the way in the ass-end of nowhere Canida! Sure...hot babes there, sexy bitches...but I have a job, and I’m here to deliver all your rich asses to hell!” He summoned a caustic S&S Brute as I quickly tried to shadow-teleport away, but fuck, it just took me to the opposite end of the island. Guess water isn’t easy to transport on.

“Shield, shield!” I shouted at myself as I opened my inventory, and my horn shined before it swiftly allowed me to levitate my normal clothes, fitted for my new size and just outright teleported them onto me, put on the shield, and spun around just to dodge another blast of pellets my magnetism had no effect on! Shit!

“Have some Infinity bitch!” I shouted as I aimed my flintlock as the big bastard who was still taller than my current 8-foot stature, and started yanking on the trigger as fast as I could, but his green shield just took them as he kept running closer, spamming that ridiculously overfed shotgun like he had infinite ammo too. ‘Oh fuck, need to get some distance.’ I then exerted my gravity powers on him, going for a shove, only for his purple eyes to shine brighter, and the cracks of his natural bone armor to shine purple too, and nothing to happen! Fuck! He just negated my gravity powers! WHO CAN’T DO THAT THESE DAYS?!

“Whatever you just did, it fucked with my eridium! Do it again, and I’ll be eating your face off instead of killing you outright!” Wait, eridium? The fuck?! How does this asshole have-fuck it. He has his equipment and somehow has the bullets...know what? Time for some uncivil discourse.

“Where the hell did you get eridium here? Or your ammunition for that matter? Avarice is the largest source of ammo and eridium on this planet, and to be fair, you trying to kill him kinda makes him supplying you unlikely.” I asked, stalling for time as I discreetly opened up my storage behind me, my horn shimmering faintly as I telekinetically fished for Avarice’s brazier, which I learned recently DOES use aetheric flame after all.

“What? Dogs can’t have guns? I guess Saddle Arabia does under-the-table deals then, since the Iron Paw Clan up in Canida sells guns, bullets, and blasting powder to the rest of the clans from Saddle Arabia, and for the eridium. Well. Dogs love to dig, dogs love gems, and they recently discovered eridium growing here somehow, and have started stockpiling it in hazard caches since it’s faintly radioactive, and they don’t trust it.” RIP supplied, aiming his shotgun at my head. “So, have you given up? Or do we have to keep dancing this little sissy dance?”

“How about, neither?” I levitated the brazier in front of me and ignited it with my willpower, spawning a belovedly familiar fire-rimmed portal. “I’m calling in the Badass.”

“FUCKING DAMN IT~!” Avarice’s voice roared from within the portal as he stepped through, looking like total hell. Arrows, spears, and what looked like ballista bolts sticking out of his thick armored hide as he was currently at full size in his hydra/dragon form. “Fucking hell! Whoever you are, you have either the worst damn timing, or the best damn timing! They’d better survive until we get back damn it!”

“Hi, Avarice!” I yelled at him. “Welcome to the party! Now please help me!”

“Oh...fuck….” RIP gawked, his vertical mouth gaping open as his huge purple eyes took in the utter badassery that was a full-form and size Avarice fresh from a clearly siege-level fight. “And me without a launcher….”

“What? This tool again? Damn it, I already killed you three times! Leave me alone!” What?! Three times?! Homage and the Tribe only mentioned that one time, so Avarice has had to deal with him twice before since then?

“I’ll leave you alone when you stop spreading Hyperion’s presence! Eridium is growing in Canida! Eridium is from Pandora, and it’s your fault it’s influence is spreading!” RIP shouted angrily, looking between us as his Echo shimmered red whenever he looked at either of us. If I remember the Borderlands UI correctly, then his HUD is identifying us both as being Badasses. “Good thing I’m not alone this time either.”

“What-?” I couldn’t say much more when a ridiculously focused shotgun blast crashed clean through my back and out my chest, ripping my organs to shreds as I fell to the ground. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. I’d be dead if I wasn’t who I was, and if I didn’t have such a huge stockpile of Love and other emotion energy stored up all the time. That said, it only took a few seconds for my stores of energy to quickly flood my body and fully regenerate my wounds, making me gasp as my lungs returned. “W-what just happened?!”

“You got Leon’d that’s what!” Shouted Avarice as Crescent breathed void-fire at the retreating Leon, who flipped and sprinted out of the attack zone with inhuman speed and grace.

“Yeah, well, he’s about to be Dox’d.” I yelled. “Your pick though. Leon or that douche.”

“Leon’s a bitch to fight, haven’t been able to finish him even once before he manages to run off. RIP’s a badass though, he’ll take punishment like a wrath sponge and keep shooting you until either he dies, or you do. We’re currently the meat between us, so we’ll take RIP off your hands. Don’t let Leon get behind you again though. He tends to have a one-hit-kill from behind like an assassin if you didn’t notice.” Avarice informed as suddenly RIP started pelting them with lead, and they roared as they charged at him.

“Got it.” I said, putting away my flintlock and Changeling Blade and taking out my Volcano snipe, aiming it at Leon. “GET BURNT BUDDY!” I pulled the trigger, and the blond back-stabber-or is it shooter?-just tilted his head like a douche, and my shot missed by an inch. “What?! Bullshit!” I kept firing, and the fuck just kept dodging the bullets like I had the aim of a small child! He hadn’t even moved yet! Not even aiming for his torso or his limbs! It’s like he had the Force or the Matrix or some stupid OP shit! “How the fuck are you dodging this?!”

“You have the killing intent of a child. Compared to monsters, you’re still an infant.” Leon taunted coldly before he whipped out a unique boxy handgun from nowhere that had a stock.

“Yeah? Well…” I started. Damn. I don’t have a snappy comeback…. “Um… You’re hair is stupid.” His response was to shoot me in the arm! From that distance! With a fucking handgun?! “Ow! Bitch! How’d you do that?!”

“Don’t blame me, blame the Architect.” Leon replied smoothly. Fucking cliche one-liner douchebag….

“Yeah, well, it’s easier to just shoot you.” I said.

“Yeah, maybe if I was fat, or a barn.” I...I’m so mad I don’t even know what to say to that. “So let’s make it easy. You surrender to the Architect’s Corruption, and I won’t have to harass and weaken you until you can’t resist. It’s rather pointless. Stop all the struggling and let the Ascended of Corruption just add you to his toy collection. In my opinion, considering I’m just a blank soul forced into this shape, it’d be so much easier to just give up.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said, putting away my sniper, seeing as I couldn’t hit him. “How about no.” I willed my Changeling Blade back out, only to take it and shove it into the ammo slot on my mechanical arm, turned said arm into it’s blaster mode, then aimed it at Leon and fired. What resulted was about a hundred blades flying out towards Leon like a flechette cannon.

Despite the badass attack, Leon moved towards it, and he moved so fast it was like he was moving normally, but the world was in slow-motion to him. He jumped and flip-spinned through the blades in a way that only a couple cut into his skin, but he landed on the other side of the attack just fine despite that, and stood back up. “Nice. Bet they’ll come from behind now.”

“How the hell did you figure that?!” I demanded, annoyed as the Blade Storm finished impacting in various places behind him, and started shaking, about to return towards me.

“When you fight enough beyond unfair odds and impossible opponents, you tend to get jaded to it all. And since Architect forced me to relive everything the actual Leon S. Kennedy did, I’m afraid the same goes for me.” He replied dejectedly. Fuck...Architect is so screwed up, doing this to blank souls...I kinda regret eliminating Tina now, what she was like him?

“Well then.” I replied, whipping out my flintlock and aiming it at him as my blades rose back into the air behind him. “Sorry. But unwanted or not, I’m going to be killing you, and destroying your soul.”

“Sorry. But I like living, even if it is as a puppet.” Leon ran at me, yanking his combat knife out of his chest holster as the blades shot back towards me and I started firing at him. He juked, weaved, jumped, flipped, and ducked all my shots as he rapidly approached and my blades followed him. I figured out what he was doing! The blades are returning to my arm, meaning they’re condensing! He’s getting closer to avoid them and get behind me!

“Yeah, not letting you do that again, buddy.” I said, continuing to fire on him with my flintlock. He eventually got up in my face, and I just cocked the flintlock and fired at him point blank. He couldn’t dodge it, but he shifted his body so instead of getting his chest, I got his shoulder, and he grinned lightly as he stabbed his combat knife into my own shoulder, and used it as a fulcrum to flip over me, just an instant before my blades flew back into my arm, and I spun around just in time to avoid a magnum bullet to the back of my skull and took it to my horn instead, which hurt like fuck, but it would regenerate and not debilitate me. “You...are one annoying asshole….”

“I aim to please.” Leon replied sarcastically, but he was clearly enjoying himself if that shit-eating little smirk of his said anything. “Hope you don’t mind, but it looks like our host is getting a bit agitated. I think I’ll just slip out.” He commented, before he flipped away from me towards the water.

“NO YOU DON’T! GET BACK HERE!” I shouted in rage as I chased, shooting at him, but he dodged even from behind, and when he jumped into the water, he was gone. Just gone. Like he’d never been here. “DAMN IT! Avarice, your enemies are fucking cheap!” I shouted behind me as I yanked the combat knife from my shoulder, and glared at the infuriatingly familiar hexagonal emblem imprinted on the side. “Die Leucht. It’s always them.”

“We have to deal with these pricks! Who would know better than us?!” Avarice responded as they approached with RIP dangling by a foot from Avarice’s maw. “Decided not to outright kill him this time. I need a different method to get rid of my Corruption Agents.”

“I will rip your heart out!” RIP roared impotently as he tried to get free, but all his guns had been stripped from him in the explosive battle he’d had with Avarice, who was definitely looking worse for wear, as entire sections of his body were literally melting.

“Yo, dude.” I said to Avarice as I walked up. “Ya know, I wonder if we can get anything else out of him.”

“I’ve already pretty clearly laid out my intentions!” RIP defended, crossing his arms and actually seeming to be offended. “I’m actually honest unlike some Hyperion flunkies I can name!”

“Yeah, well, we’re not Hyperion flunkies.” I said. “Hell, I just have Hyperion gear. It’s good stuff if you know how to use it.”

“Dox, to be fair, I’m the president of the Multiversal Branch, and you’re a freelance employee paid on commission. We...kinda are Hyperion flunkies.” Yeah, thanks Avarice, not helping.

“Good point.” I said, turning back to RIP. “Now, what could you tell us about the Architect?”

“Not much, just that he’s a control freak who loves toying with people like a sick puppeteer, and he’s got power out that tentacle-covered poontang that makes resisting a demand kinda stupid. He ripped me from my home, and gave me a ‘deal’ that I kill or otherwise weaken Avarice and save this world from Hyperion’s influence and he’d give me the power to wipe out the original Hyperion back home, which is worlds worse than this one thus far.” RIP answered, and my empathy abilities granted by my new changeling king form told me he was telling the truth.

“Wow. He really tricked you, didn’t he?” I asked. “We’re not bad guys here.”

“No, didn’t you hear me? I just said to try and resist a being like that is pointless. I had no choice. If I didn’t say yes, I’d have probably ended up like that puppet Leon. Sorry. But having some freedom is better than having none.” RIP replied, his eyes shining brighter as he seemed to start twitching and panting.

“No, having pure freedom is better than none.” I said as I turned away from him. “Yo, DM. Please tell me you have a way to fix this guy.”

Yes.

…. Nothing…..

“Seriously, big guy?” I said. “I’d like to fix this guy instead of killing him. He doesn’t seem the sort that is worth killing. Hell, he seems useful.”

“I resent that!” RIP shouted as Avarice chuckled at his expense. “I’ll have you know I once ripped Crawmerax’s head off with my bare claws!”

You seriously want to risk that? He’s one of the strongest monsters pretending to be human from Pandora. If he’s freed of that asshole’s influence, there’d be nothing keeping him from just going on a rampage without the set focus of annihilating you.

“Because I’d rather give him the benefit of the doubt.” I said. “Listen, if you can free him, I’ll send him home. Alright? Then maybe you can shield his world.”

I could….. Alright fine. But you should know that the shield on your world is getting much weaker. It’s hard shielding multiple worlds.

“That’s fine, just tell me what to do.” I said.

Just put your left hand on his head. I’ll do the rest, alright?

“Great.” I said, following the DM’s instructions by explaining to Avarice what was needed, so he lowered RIP to the ground and pinned him so I could put my hand on RIP’s head. He howled in agony as the purple light was being pulled from his eyes, but was fighting back. After several tense seconds, the light pulled out entirely and flew into my arm where it vanished. “It’s not in me now, is it? I don’t feel all...different or anything.”

Avarice let RIP up now, and the mutant alien dog-man looked himself over. “I...I don’t feel compelled to do things now. I’m free! Heh...maybe....maybe not all Hyperion are sleazeballs. If you could send me home like you said I’d be really grateful. I’m getting worried about how my friends are doing without me there helping distract Hyperion from Sanctuary.”

“Don’t worry. This universe? Turn’s out it’s cut off from the rest of the Multiverse’s sense of time. Hell, you could even travel into the past of a world you’ve been to before.” I answered to alleviate his concerns. “So, time travel by dimension travel. If you want you can go back to just after the Architect took you, or even before. I wouldn’t advise that though. If you go back before, then the Architect could snatch you up again since technically, it’d be before DM raises his shield.”

You’re getting better at this Dox

“Just erring on the side of caution DM. So. Want to go home?” RIP eagerly nodded his head before he ran over to his guns and equipment, and Avarice shrank down into his by-now familiar mutant alicorn form, walking over to me as his wounds were almost finished healing.

“Well~ Dox...been working out?” He asked, lidding his eyes. Fucking damn it man! Cut it out! Oh shit, oh shit! Lust! The Lust! Resist! I turned back into my original base form so I wasn’t so overwhelmed with a tide of sexual desire and panted as I glared at the grinning God of Fertility.

“Dude, I don’t swing that way!” I roared, and he just flicked his serpent tail and stretched as his injuries finished sealing up.

“Yet. It’s going to happen man. Been talking to MC over token, apparently being pansexual is a Shifter thing. Sure, there’s preferences, but then again, I don’t mind some anal penetration now and then.” He wagged his eyebrows at me as I scoffed with a gag. Yeah, his changes were doing serious damage to his personal identity.

“Unless you could turn into a babe, not happening.” Oh shit, did I just? He’s grinning, yeah, I did. “Fuck...no. Just no.”

“You’re voice says no, but your head is still screaming yes at the back of your skull. Give it time man, you’ll come to accept who and what you are with time.” Avarice advised as RIP returned with all his stuff apparently stowed away in his Echo. “Now kick this ass off my planet. I don’t want to see his ugly mug again.”

“Likewise.” RIP growled at Avarice and I sighed in annoyance.

“Alright, jeez.” I said, pulling out my Runic Portal Matrix. “All you need to do is touch it and think of home. Time means nothing, but I suggest you think of one.” RIP promptly did so, and the portal opened next to us into a large room that was full of junk, a couch, and a repurposed JNK loader holding a platter with a smoothie shaker on it and wearing a fake bowtie.

“Ah, right, I was about to have my molten loader slurpee. Mm...acidic ferrous oxide….” RIP’s tongue was peeking out of his maw and drooling as he wandered in and the portal sealed shut behind him.

“Gross.” I said before turning back towards Avarice. “So, do you need a quick ride back or what?”

“I was about to ask you that.” He grinned as he pointed up and behind me, and I turned to gape at a small squadron of JET loaders and a couple gunships zooming in at us rapidly, and I yelped at feeling two huge claws grope my butt and he leaned down over me like back at my world. “I look forward to seeing you again Dox.” He kissed my brow and vanished in a swathe of heatless blue fire with a dark cackle and I shouted indignantly into the air.

“STOP FUCKING WITH MY SEXUALITY YOU STUPID SEXY ASSHOLE!” I screamed angrily, panting as I calmed down before doing the breathing exercises that Tia had taught me before turning king again since ironically my hormones weren’t so wild unless provoked by other’s emotions then.

After I’d explained what had happened in full in a report to Homage, as well as to my brides-to-be, they were all rather upset at the implications of such powerful beings just able to pop up at random like Tina did and not be friendly like a Displaced could be. Also they were greatly amused however at Avarice’s continued advances on me. Seriously, doesn’t he have his own herd? Why can’t he leave me alone like he does with my ladies out of respect?

“I’m glad you made us leave then Dox. We’d have lost them far too easily….” Luna bemoaned as she caressed her swollen belly worriedly, the other girls all doing the same.

“I’m glad we decided to stay here until we all birth. Until things settle down, it’d be too dangerous to try and go about our lives so casually.” Celestia affirmed, her own golden belly in her hands but half the size of Luna’s, considering she was only with one. Damn her new golden fur was sexy. And it was permanent apparently.

“If it wasn’t obvious considering I’m stuck in bed, I agree.” Bluebelle said, her belly already looking full term with one child and her breasts massively swollen with milk like her aunts. She was getting a bit pudgy too, but that was expected considering her bed-bound state, but her foals were eating up most of her energy as it was, she’d actually have trouble holding on to that fat before the end.

“Uh-oh!” Athena chirped, no, literally chirped like a bird as suddenly a gush of fluids sounded on the soft carpet, and we all froze and turned our heads slowly to her, who was full-term with triplets of eggs by now, her already literally head-sized melons even bigger from her own lactation and her one-piece swimsuit was really conforming, especially the part at her groin which was now soaked. “I’m going into labor! Damn it! The timer was off by a day!”

“WHAT?!” We all shouted at her in surprise, not expecting her to be due until tomorrow at least, and aside from Blue, all began rushing to get her to the doctor.

Author's Notes:

Again, another crossover with GameJunkie and Avarice. This time featuring RIP! XD

So, yeah. I hope you like this whole chapter-a-day thing. Thank the fact that school's almost out for me. XD
Anyways, this is Music Mod, signing out, WITH STYLE THIS TIME!
CHECK THIS OUT!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m89pFYHHuUA

That's the acoustic version of Dox's theme. I think it fits, and it's permanent. XD