It was a boring several days before the Twins returned home the mid-morning of next Tuesday. When frantically and worriedly questioned about where they were, they told the truth; that they had to ensure she would try to give a similar message to the past by not returning. All the good it did her, because after they had disappeared, Twilight still freaked out about them not coming back, and started trying to find them, resulting in her turning out in the same shape that Future Twilight had been. This got the Twins “in the dog house” for about a week so to speak, since the other three mares in the herd agreed that them keeping her in the dark was mean, since she could have fabricated the message to ensure a stable time loop.

Only for them to point out that Twilight couldn't lie if she'd read a book on just how to lie and make it convincing, same for acting. That one got them that extra week of no action, and Twilight spent the whole time spitefully and obsessively reading and practicing acting, just to rub it in their faces at the end of the punishment. Well, it didn't bother them at all in the least. Sure, they didn't like being deprived of their lover's warm, supple, curved, flexible...yeah, they had to go at each other more than a few times in frustration, since they weren't used to going cold turkey for more than a week, and this made two weeks.

However, they did enjoy Twilight's practiced rendition of the villain Empress Ember from the play Scorched Earth. She proved she could act outside her personality, unlike for Hearth's Warming where her personality matched Clover the Clever's character. So, with that, the Twins apologized for making them all worry, and for accusing Twilight of not having any acting skills. They still held firm the idea she was terrible at remaining calm under pressure, which she easily agreed with.

With all that drama, the rest of their friends were made fully aware of the Future Twilight incident, and were both glad, yet annoyed, that they'd been kept in the dark, since it was resolved safely by those who knew. However, they were now all on high alert, on the lookout alongside the entirety of the Guard and any concerned citizens for the escapee Tirek.

Scorpan was designated the one in charge of the situation, beings it was his brother who got loose, and he had a personal stake in seeing his genocidal sibling put back in his cage. Scorpan also ended up getting a dragon messenger at the gate of Tartarus to quickly correspond with any the Warden or Scorpan needed to. Said dragon was simply one Celestia had contacted and had agreed to doing so in exchange for any gems around Tartarus, which was okayed by the Warden, beings the gem deposits had been left untouched out of superstition and fear, when Tartarus had no need of any materials from the mortal plane.

Aside from all the official business going on, the friends hadn't really all spent much time together as a whole, and since the Dragon Migration was happening today, they decided to watch it together.

“Why am I digging this?” Animak asked in agitation as his magic hefted another pile of loosened dirt out of the trench he was digging with his diamond dog claws, while Kamina lounged on a lawn chair near the edge, her shades on and stretched out languidly, supine with her whole front exposed to her mother's sun.

“Because I don't want to break a claw.” Kamina grinned as she extended and retracted her own claws, getting a growl out of her brother. “Also, I want to see you work.”

“Sis, we do it every other day, with four other participants that cycle depending on if they feel up for it or not. I think you need to change back into a guy for a while. It'll help you get your head back on straight. And ironically; out from between your thighs.” Animak stated bluntly, getting a clod of dirt impacting his head in response. “Yeah, see? A typical female response to a blunt male statement.”

“Just shut up and dig meat-head.” Kamina grumbled as she mused over his words. 'Yeah...I've found myself even more perverted since the Cycle, and I decided to stay a chick over being a guy...guess estrogen ain't no joke.' At the thought, Kamina decided to test something while Animak made easy work of digging a trench for them all to hide in from the dragons when they fly overhead later. 'Let's see what happens when a surge of testosterone-.' “AH~!”

“Kam, what...uh...wow....” Animak saw Kamina's penis was back, but on a female body with no balls like before during the Cycle. “Did you sample Zecora's penis potion again?”

“No! I just surged testosterone into my body to see what that would do. And it's doing the opposite what I hoped for, I'm just getting downright horny now.” Kamina forced the testosterone down, and the phallus shrank back into her body, leaving only her clit. “Ugh...great...now I'm all hot-and-bothered. I'm going to take some herbs to calm down.” Animak took a small bag of catnip out of her hammerspace, and opened it just to sniff it, and she instantly calmed down before she closed the bag and put it away. “Okay...not about to jump someone's bones now.”

“I'm glad Gilda taught us how to safely ration catnip to avoid getting totally atmospheric.” Animak commented as he about finished the 20 or so foot wide trench, and carved some steps out of the center of it towards Kamina. “Done. Now when everyone gets here they can use this to take cover. I hope they're all going to be wearing effective camouflage.”

“It better be effective!” They turned to Twilight's voice, seeing that everyone was here judging by the numbers, but they were wearing shifting camo pattern skinsuits that covered them completely, even their eyes, making it impossible to tell who was who. “This was a wonderful idea Spike!” One of the horned members commented, singling her out as Twilight.

“Well, I read a lot of books on dragons Twilight. How could I not know how good their eyesight is? We'd need nothing less than this if we plan to stay hidden.” Spike responded, his dual horns and alicorn size singling him out of the group. “Now big bro, sis, how're you going to fit into these?” Spike levitated out a couple more skinsuits, only for the Twins to look at him oddly.

“Spike, take that silly thing off. You're a kirin, you've got nothing to fear. As for us.” The Twins focused, grunted, and clenched their teeth as their horn's spirals flared, and soon their bodies changed drastically. Instead of being glorious chimera, they turned into purple, tan, and green kirins like Spike, getting Spike to take his mask off in surprise as the others all gaped at them, apparent by the fabric of their mouths stretching down. Animak looked nearly exactly like spike, save the flare of his fins on his head, while Kamina....

“Whoa....” Spike could not ignore her, as her hind hips flared out, her flanks thickened with muscle and her scales were shining in the light. His wings tore through his skinsuit as they went rigid, and his groin nearly burst free from his raging boner. “F-fuck....”

Kamina blushed, realizing her little brother was ogling her, and openly displaying clear arousal, as she looked at her flanks, and gawked too. “Whoa...holy shit Spike, you lost out!” She wiggled her big rear into the air, wagging her thick tail as she marveled at her form. “This is how YOU would have looked if you were female! After all; this template is based entirely on you.”

One of the horned ponies leaped onto Spike, and hugged his neck. “MINE!” Rarity's voice screeched from the mare, getting them all to laugh as Spike took deep breaths, and sniffs of his mate to calm down, and get thoughts of how sexy his big sis was out of his head, but he could not deny how sexy he would have been as a female, the proof was literally in front of him.

“Ah! Here they come!” Pinkie cried out and pointed overhead, pointing out that a practical river in the sky of dragons were on approach. Citrine was back at home, being watched by Cup Cake while Carrot Cake watched the store, this was no place for a little filly.

“Into the trench!” Game shouted, revealing that he was there among the camouflaged ponies, and they all huddled into the shallow hole to watch them roaring, biting, clawing, fire-breathing mass of raw, draconic power that flew overhead.

“Hey, is Shy here?” Animak asked.

“Yeah. She came along.” Blitz responded.

“She says she wanted to see them in their most natural state after the couple of times she saw them before.” Mac answered, he was there apparently, likely as reassurance.

“Not to mention she got so friendly with Cor, and so fast.” Gilda commented, but then they all quieted down, and watched the migration overhead in peace. Until.

“*wolf whistle* Hey~ sweet cheeks!” They all looked to the voice to see a red adolescent dragon on approach, and it was obvious who he was talking to when he landed in front of Kamina, and bowed. “I couldn't help but notice ya missing the party! How about ya come along? Your bros could tag along.” He gestured to both Animak and Spike. The others were all frozen still, he must've bought their enchanted camo skinsuits.

Kamina blushed lightly, as she wasn't used to others being bold enough to approach her so brazenly. “Oh...well I'd love to, but we're kirins, not dragons.”

“Gems, jems, tooth, fang; it's all the same. Kirins are descended from dragons, so you're dragon enough in my book. Nodrake will mess with ya so long as ya prove stern enough.” He reached down to her, clearly offering a claw out of the hole she was in, and she looked to the others, only clearly able to make out her brothers who shrugged nervously, and she took the claw, only to yelp as she was tugged into the sky. “Great! Let's go!”

“Ah~! I can fly myself you know!” Kamina's irritated voice could still be heard as the group all turned to Animak and Spike.

“Boys! You have to follow them!” Trixie shouted in worry.

“A dragon's greed is something strong. This could very easily turn wrong.” Zecora echoed, and the others all essentially pushed the brothers out of the trench, and they quickly took to the air, desperately trying to keep pace with the flow, as they'd already lost sight of their sister in the river of colorful scales.

===//////>

'So this is what it's like...to be the damsel in distress....' Kamina mentally bemoaned as she was surrounded on all sides by blatantly lecherous males, all ogling her flanks and tail. She was constantly blushing in fluster over just how objectified she was by these great reptilian beasts who likely saw little more in her presence than a rut, or even an egg bearer considering how wide this form's hips were. 'Bro where are you? I need you....'

'Sis! About time you reached out! Stop forgetting we can synch up when we actually need it.' Animak shouted over their connection, getting her eye to twitch.

'Well SORRY if I'm really AH!' Kamina instinctively whipped the offending random dragon's claw with her spaded tail, getting a crack on his scales. He hissed, but clearly liked that she fought back, as he licked his lips, making her even more worried.

'What? What is it?' Animak asked in worry.

'One of these creeps just groped my flank! Nobody touches me without my consent...unless it's one of our lovers or friends!' Kamina fumed, and unknowingly used Spike's special ability granted by the full template, and grew quite a bit bigger, about the size of an average adult dragon, getting several of the nearby dragons to move away from the obviously irate dragoness kirin with control over her Greed Growth. “The next one to cop a feel gets a limb removed!”

This, however, got the opposite intended effect. “*wolf whistle*” “Whoa baby!” “Would ya look at that hot piece of amethyst?”

All the cat-calling, wolf-whistling, and flirts being launched at her made Kamina growl and muscle her way ahead in the river of dragons, only getting even more admirers to her ire. 'They won't leave me alone! What? Do they all have a hard-on for strong females?'

After a few seconds, Animak replied. 'Spike says yes. Pretty much all draconic beings have a natural attraction to power and those with strong wills, including sea serpents and land wyrms.'

'Great~! So I'm just digging a hole even deeper with DAMN IT!' Kamina lashed out with her much larger spaded tail, and practically knocked the offending groper out of the air. “I'm warning you! Next one loses a claw!” 'But I can't help it! I influence others! Not the other way around! I WON'T LET THEM HAVE ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!'

'Sis, chill! You're really vain aren't you? Geez, and I thought my Will of Self made me feel self-important, I guess Will of Others is pretty influential on your own self-importance.'

The red teen dragon that invited her flew up next to her head, which was about the size of his whole body. “Yo, sorry babe. A lot of these older dweebs are real creeps. No manners.”

“Damn right.” Kamina grumbled. “So, what's your name anyway?”

“Garble. I'm not usually one for these things, but it's the only time we can just be ourselves in a large group ya know?” The red dragon named Garble supplied as he continued flying next to her head. “So how'd you get control over your Greed Growth? Most dragons would trade at least half their hoard for the ability to do that.”

“This?” Kamina blinked, and looked at herself and the dragons around her, finally noticing she was as big as most of the dragons, and blushed before she shrank down to about Garble's size. “Sorry, didn't notice in my hissy fit. But as for it by itself, me and my egg mates all can do it. Luck of the draw huh?”

“Damn, that is lucky.” Garble grinned. “Good looks, tough attitude, and the strength to back herself up. I sure have talent for spotting females worth hanging out with.” Garble then laughed, and Kamina blushed lightly as she joined him.

'Oh, this one's a charmer.' Kamina finally looked the teen dragon over, looking at his most prominent features. 'Hm, he's cute, but not there yet. He's at that awkward stage in adolescence where his looks are in development.'

'Sis, we have enough mates, stop flirting.'

'Damn it bro, I'll flirt when I want. It won't matter so long as my heart is back home.' “Well Garble, in spite of the old creeps, this is pretty cool so far. My brothers are somewhere behind us, so we'll all be able to hang out. Where is this going anyway? We were just planning to watch this time.”

“The volcano in the badlands. Y'know? The area southeast of the Macintosh Hills? That's where the Elders picked for this year's migration.” Garble supplied, getting a blink of confusion out of the mare.

“Elders? Sorry, my brothers and I were raised by ponies, we don't know anything about dragon society.” Kamina admitted, as while with scouring of the archives on their part, they found plenty on dragon physiology, but nothing on their society.

“Really? Bah, namby-pampy ponies are just too chicken-shit to ask. Okay, I'll give ya a crash course. All of dragonkind is ruled by a council of Elders, including the sea serpents and land wyrms. They are led by a triumvirate of representatives from each species, one dragon, on serpent, and one wyrm. This year it was Elder Draco's choice for the migration, and he chose this volcano.” Garble supplied, but this confused Kamina.

“Wait, then how are the serpents or wyrms supposed to attend?” She asked earnestly, because clearly there was no water in the badlands, and unless they're the burrowing kind, no wyrms were scaling a mountain of any kind.

“Hey, I don't make the rules. Besides, in this case; the migration is purely for us dragons. The serpents and wyrms didn't complain, so they don't need to migrate this year.” Garble added, and Kamina was starting to understand.

“So your...our, race, is purely nomadic? No settled homelands?” Kamina asked as the volcano came into view. 'Wow, we're getting really far from home....'

'We left Equestria's borders some fifty or so miles back sis.'

“Nope. Gems gotta have time to grow back, and they're our primary source of food. We can't just raid villages, rape, pillage, plunder all we want. We're dragons, not savages.” Garble grumbled. “The only ones who do are rogues with absolutely no support from any civilized drake, or one getting revenge for a slight on them. What can I say? We may not be savages, but we have our pride.”

“Wow, this is really informative! Would you mind if I wrote a book when I go home?” At her question, Garble blinked in confusion.

“What are you saying? We are going home.” Garble asked in earnest bewilderment, and Kamina suddenly felt a stone drop into her stomach.

“W-what? No, I live back there with-.”

“YOU! Live with your kind!” Garble suddenly injected, quite offended that someone would reject their heritage. “Kirin or not; you'll one day grow as big as you got earlier, and stay that way. They can't possibly supply what you and your brothers need to survive, let alone thrive. You'd either starve to death, or go mad from the starvation and...you'll eat them. You won't be able to stop yourselves.” Garble shivered as he backed off, looking scared. “My cousin thought he could live among other species...he...never mind, don't think about it. You're better off with us.” Garble then put some distance from her, feeling the need to be alone.

'Bro...I think we just got pulled neck-deep into some serious shit....'

'Lay it on me.'

===//////>

“So you're saying...we're probably stuck here?” Spike asked his older siblings in worry as they huddled together away from all the others in the volcano crater. The intense heat actually agreed with them, and they had debated meeting here or next to the magma pool, but chose here since there were too many dragons and other kirins lounging about it.

“Yeah, unless we can charge a group teleport strong enough to travel triple the suggested distance to get home safely, we'd just get picked up by the stragglers.” Kamina informed them. Apparently, they didn't have a choice whether or not to come to the migration. She asked another dragon who wasn't enough of a pervert to just see a piece of flank, and he clarified some things for her. If she hadn't agreed to come along, Garble would've been forced by law to inform somedrake else, and they'd “rescue” them for a proper social environment. The only drakes exempt are ones with a nested hoard they can ration, or ones in a deep hibernation that the oldest ones succumb to. Ones such as them; young hatchlings or teens being raised in other societies; are on the short list to be abducted “for their own good”.

“Shit...so when will the last stragglers be expected to come in?” Animak asked in annoyance, only for Kamina bow her head and sniffle.

“It won't matter...they know where we live. If we disappear, a representative will be sent officially to pick us up. And if they find only Spike...I don't want to imagine what'll happen to you little brother.” Kamina wrapped her neck around Spike's neck, and sniffed as tears ran down her cheeks. “We can't change you completely, so we can't hide you from them.”

Spike wilted, and the siblings all huddled for a hug, despondent and wondering what they'll do. “Hey, hey....” They all looked up to see a saddened Garble approaching. “I'm sorry, but this is just how things are. We learned long ago that we can't live among other races. Our dietary needs make it impossible.”

“Can we at least send a letter to our friends and family?” Spike asked worriedly, and Garble brightened up a bit.

“Yeah! That's just fine. Dragonfire delivery is one of the few things we have that let us remain in contact with the other civilizations to put them at ease involving our movements. So you sending messages wouldn't matter at all.” Garble informed, only to blink, and nervously grin. “Only...there isn't exactly any paper around. Unless your breath is as hot as the legendary Nidhogg, I don't think you'll be sending a stone tablet engraved with a message.”

Animak and Kamina looked to each other, silently sharing a conversation. “We've got it covered.” Their united response was confusing to Garble for a second, before realization dawned.

“Oh~! You're shell-shared! That's rare, but not as rare for kirins as it is for dragons. Well, you go on ahead and do what you're planning to do. If you want some cheering up; me and the other guys are gonna be roughing each other up. Join or watch, your choice.” Garble then hurried off to play with his pals, and the twins started to sweat, and pant as they focused.

“Sibs, what're you...whoa....” Spike watched in wonder, and a part of their forelegs turned into smooth wood, and began peeling in a thick paper-like roll, the Twins' expressions twisted in pain. Spike didn't interrupt, as he didn't want their efforts to go to waste with him ruining their focus. The peeling went around several times, until there were several feet of four scrolls to work with, and they hissed as they gestured for Spike to cut the last bit keeping it connected to them. “Sorry.” He said in advance, as he focused his magic on it, and using a cutting spell Rarity taught him, carefully snipped as close to their legs as possible. Tears spilled from their eyes as they nearly broke down, and finally the last bit was cut off, and they whimpered as their legs turned back to normal. “You okay?”

“We just peeled our skin off numerous times over, and had it cut off. What do you think?” They snarked, before they both laid down and leaned against each other. “Spike, you should know what to say, ask, or think. We're too tired.” They stated, before the twins laid their heads down next to the other's, and promptly fell asleep.

“I won't fail you.” Spike swore quietly, and he quickly took a nearby soot-covered stone, seeing it was pointed enough to use to write, and began writing on the first scroll.

===//////>

“Wake up!” The Twins were jolted awake at the excited voice of their little brother, and they jumped to their hooves to see a beaming, soot-covered Spike, while the sky overhead was now covered in their aunt's tapestry of stars. “We're good!”

They blinked, and then beamed their fangs. “Really?! How?”

“Get this; since we're Celestia's children, we're exempt from the draconic Social Requirements Law!” Spike was practically glowing in spite of how filthy he was.

“Wait, we, as in you too?” They asked in surprise, and Spike just had to preen as his wings spread, and his chest puffed up.

“Yep! Apparently, Celestia is actually my mom! She made a deal with Elder Draco some century or so ago to bear his egg in exchange for him keeping his kind from migrating to the mines. Apparently, having genes in another country's royalty grants the royal family favor with the council. But...I wouldn't hatch. That's why I was part of the test for Star Swirl Academy's entrance exam. Celestia wanted me to hatch because she didn't want me to be stuck as an unborn forever and she couldn't do it herself. However, because I didn't hatch naturally, I turned out a dragon rather than a kirin. Irony, right?” Spike laughed and the Twins were both confused.

“Wait, hold on. So you're her son too? Then why aren't you a prince?” They asked seriously, only for Spike to grin.

“Too young, too easily manipulated, too easy a target for her enemies, the list goes on. Besides, I have more than enough to do as a Duke, I don't want to shoot up to Prince just yet. Seriously. This also explains why I'm an alicorn kirin and not a plain kirin.” Spike mused as he looked at his spiral horns. “Casting magic through our horns like we do? Not normal for dragons. That's actually the wyrm's specialty. Only it comes from their breath. Anyway, we can leave whenever we want to. We just have to show this-.” Spike held up a very, very official birth certificate copy with Celestia's seal on it. “To the Elder here, and we can go home.”

“But what about us?” They asked, and Spike raised an eyebrow at them.

“Really? Please, you can change back, remember?” They blushed, forgetting they were kirins right now, and could change back later. “So yeah, you're totally exempt from the law. Me, however, I have to figure out how to keep my growth suppressed if I plan to stay in Equestria when I'm older.”

“Okay, let's go!” They all took off, and asked around, until they found Elder Draco himself lounging by the lava pit. “Elder Draco sir.” The old, faded purple dragon lifted his head and opened his green eyes, revealing one had gone blind in his age.

“Yes young ones? What do you require?” At the question, Spike produced the birth certificate, and a letter from Celestia to Draco. He read both, and smiled softly before leaning down to nuzzle the siblings. “My offspring. It is good to see you. I understand there has been a misunderstanding. You may go home to your friends if you wish. But I ask that you stay a while, and enjoy what our kind has to offer. Ask me anything.”

The siblings all contained their cheers, not wanting to disturb the clearly exhausted old dragon too much. They looked to each other, and decided to take him up on the offer.

===//////>

The three siblings were all laughing at remembering one of the stories Draco had told them of his shenanigans in his youth as they landed in the town square, the ponies around them looking relieved to see the royal trio after days of having missed their presence. “I can't believe how irresponsible pop was in his youth!” Spike sniggered at one especially raunchy tale he told them.

“Guess it goes to show, no matter how old someone is; they were still young once.” The Twins sagely stated.

“Spiky Wikey~!”
“Kamina~!”
“Animak~!”

The three were pounced on by their beloveds, who all promptly began smothering them with hugs and kisses. The three had some explaining to do afterwards....

Author's Notes:

Yes, I went there. Yes, Celestia did the nasty with a dragon for the safety and security of her country. Yes, this officially even more makes Spike and the Twins Sibs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gao2TuJIkYA

BLARGH! *projectile vomits spaghetti* No more ma...no more....