Author's Notes:

We return to see from views of females of different species play out, though we are curious as for what has been shown that would elude to our little Doom's future. For things get exciting in the next, of his journey.

[Title]Day of Mares and a Twisted Encounter
[Equestria – Canterlot, Fancy Manor – Early Morning]
[Agent Honeypot - Perspective]

I woke up early, my body felt sore if not satisfied and hungover. Looking blearily to my left, I see Fancypants with a gold breakfast tray in his lap and his hands folded neatly. Showing me his knowing dumb charming smile, with a gesture of his fingers I felt a weight on my lap only to see his maid Neat Bun having placed a similarly filled trey in my lap offering some medicine for my headache. “…I still cannot believe you somehow convinced me into your bed last night.” I spoke softly after downing the medicine, with my eyes looking to find my SHIELD bodysuit and gear folded neatly on the chair at his desk facing towards us from my side of the bed.

He gave a chuckle in response as I took a piece of Prench bread in my muzzle chewing on it, checking over my gear looking back at him seeing a few marks on my golden coat with a cut short brown tail stained from last night. Stretching my lithe unicorn figure knowing that he was looking, but sadly not ogling me. “Well my dear, I thought it was a travesty that a mare of such prowess wouldn’t mind having shown off at least some of her talents. If from what I heard of Shield is anything to go by, possibly being outfitted with the best.”

His hand patted the bed, likely requesting me to come back to join him only to give a small smile in return. “I’d possibly love to continue what happened last night, but some ponies have to be serious and do their duty, which doesn’t include bucking their charge into the sheets until he is beyond from rising out of his own bed.” His mustache twitched at that but he held that confident grin, looking to Neat Bun only to take the robe she was carrying from the bathroom. Only to telekinetically take it and throw it at his face, before sauntering towards the bathroom. With hopes that I could at least clean this mess off my coat and mane so that I wouldn’t look like some whorse that was picked up.

“If you want to join me in the shower, I wouldn’t mind Fancy!” I soon enough called from the Bathroom, only to feel him brush up from behind to massage my flanks pushing me into the shower stall. ‘At least this assignment will be a fun one, unlike when I had to stay at Ponyville to observe the Element Bearers a few months back.’

[Equestria – Maretropolis, Filly Glade Apartments – Morning]
[Lyra Heartstrings - Perspective]

Bounced lightly with each step, feeling light on my own hooves as I have been a good filly for victor to give that Gilda Griffon the easier items she was to fence for him. ‘Though her questions on how the sex is, kind of dampened that knowing that he is opening up to me but I wished I met him before my estrus. By Celestia, those FIVE fingers felt good. I wonder how they would be uncovered?’ Shuddering in pleasure holding myself in a tight embrace as I felt magic flow into my horn, once more sputtering at those memories of his covered shocking fingers probing my folds.

‘Reign it in Lyra, you can’t lose control. Victor’s counting on you, also Bon Bon is coming cover to help out! What would she say? Oh no, I’d have to lie to her about what he is, maybe I should refer to him as a griffon?’ Suddenly took on a contemplative pose sticking her tongue out to the side. Narrowing at long last before smiling with a nod, only to turn dreamy a moment later with a lidded bedroom eyes stare with a sloppy smile. “By Luna he knows how to bite a mare, I just hope we could go even further next time. Without interruptions…” A sudden cough made my neck snap in the direction of it igniting my horn defensively, only to see my friend Bon Bon, standing there at the opened front door to my new landlord apartment, with her arms folded under her breasts giving me a questioning look.

“So who is the stallion that has my friend giving the ‘I will rut him into next month’ face? Because I didn’t know you got a biting fetish from last time we fooled around Lyra.” She is wearing a fall jacket fully zipped over what looked to be candy shop Shirt that hides her heavy bust, making me worry about myself if victor likes mares with a bigger bust or not. That was until my best friend snapped me out of it by snapping her fingers, making me blink. “Well seeing as how you seem to be overly worried about your coltfriend, we could talk about it while I help you clean up the new room you have. I was rather surprised when I got your letter about YOU of all ponies getting a whole building as a gift by somepony.”

My face felt hot as I looked down trying to avoid my friend’s smile, likely confirming that bit. “Victor was paying back my hospitality, he’s nice, handsome and smells so good.” I quickly whipped away my drool blushing harder with my tail flicking the thoughts away, though Bon Bon could read right through me with a concerned look. Giving her my best smile finally looking back to her face as my hips wiggled, thinking on him just makes me so happy. “Well he isn’t, a pony. But before you say anything, he makes ME happy. I am just lucky he came into my life, let alone how he treats me.”

By the look she was giving me all I could tell is that she was thinking hard, I knew her as a very if not overprotective type of mare, but perhaps she can see to reason. “I’d hope He’s a horse or at the least one of those minotaurs, because you know I’d feel if he wasn’t. By his name I’d say he was raised by griffons? Because you know how those aggressive those winged bucks are like, Unless he was adopted by one of those what do those shifty zebras call them? A Lion?” I was starting to sweat a bit in thought before just smiling softly, hoping that this could be held off for another time. I was Really glad that he wasn’t here as I have forgotten how Bon Bon can be a ‘bit’ speciesist. “So would he be here now or is he already at work?”

Leaping at it while corralling her into my new larger ground floor apartment, closing and locking the door with my magic. The living room to be cleaned and worked on, chuckling happily as my eyes look around to start this task on. “He had to go take care of things though he is more of a nocturnal sort, as he’s still new to Equestria and enjoys the night life so far. Also I made him beacon the other night-” I blinked as she spun around grabbing me by the shoulders staring hard into my eyes, making me rather nervous and wither under her sight. “I did it to surprise him since he’s an omnivore…”

“Lyra; I am going to be as calm as a pony can be, hearing that her foalhood friend just said she cooked MEAT for something else. Added earlier about you enjoying being bitten? Something’s wrong here and YOU are in estrus, why the buck did you let him get close?” She was giving me a look of great disapproval and I was wondering why until she continued, which hurt for how she was speaking now. “How could you even BUY meat? Don’t you know something died to end up there, it could have been pony meat for all you knew?!” I narrowed my gaze at her for that last comment, trying to make sure she knew it hurt that she thought I was stupid enough to not be careful. ‘Besides, I didn’t want to give victor something that could make him sick.’

Using my magic I took her stronger earth pony grasp off of my shoulders, placing her back a couple steps before saying anything else. “Bon Bon; I even asked for advice from coworkers at work who knew somefeathers that were vetted, do you honestly take me as some stupid mare who wouldn’t be careful in something I have no clue about?!” My anger was leveled at her for thinking that I couldn’t take care of MY ‘to be had’ coltfriend, besides there were cross species relationships before. Though admittedly I would likely be the first Pony and Human, but that doesn’t matter as I need to mare up and provide for my handsome human.

Bon Bon for her credit, shut up any retort she was likely to dish out when I showed her my trained ‘neutral’ face like the book detailed about. ‘Hide your expression but let the eyes sow fear into your target.’ Seemed to be sort of paying off at seeing her huff and get to cleaning with me following after, by levitating a couple scrubbers against the wall closest to me which my oldest friend Bon Bon commented onto my joy. “Lyra, have you been improving your magic skill? Before I could only see you lift a sponge or your lyre before, you aren’t even breaking a sweat.” That got me thinking, ever since Victor and I had our interrupted first time ‘fun’. I felt stronger, like I could do more than before, maybe I could try to learn a few more spells?

We spent more of our time in silence until the door was knocked on, I walked to the door opening it to reveal a rather surprising guest. By the looks of it she came over to help? Oh no, how will Bon Bon act around her?

[Maretropolis – Waterfront District, Foreign Dockyard – Morning]
[Gilda - Perspective]

Drinking a cup of coffee to liven my senses, also try to ease off that growing hangover from drinking my beak off, glad that I knew a couple feathers in this city to help. Which leads me to a airship from Equestria’s ‘Foreign Relations’ Branch that freely gives travel to any sort of dignitaries, seeing that I could sell these jewels off to a collector who came along on some trip. Likely some diplomat who is willing to buy on the side, or somefeather from the Griffon Empire who has more wealth than they know what to deal with. ‘Which Hopefully things go well, as with this gig all I’d have to do is pass this stuff off to some other featherbrain or foreigner and they will take it for a price.’

Letting out a breath looking out at the dockyard, seeing all kinds of mariners from Ponies, Horses, Minotaurs, Griffons, Some Zebras, Thestrals and others I don’t even know. But taking my time looking them over, I could spot a group that looked like who’d be willing to buy aboard the Diplomatic Airship; Royal Dawn. It’s one of the Oldest if not most well-known airships from Equestria, a funny joke or two has been made from how ‘when there is gravy in port, it is because the Princess’s gravy boat has docked’ so come on down and don’t ignore it or the princess will find out when it returns. The more ridiculous history is that this ship’s survived centuries by the Princess’s enchantments on it even now it ‘glimmers’ in the light at her morning.

But shifting my focus onto a particular group aboard said airship, in some sort of open air ‘lounge’ near the ramp. My memory of the Griffon in the group is Viscount Gaston of House Stormfeather, not the head of said house yet but he gives off as charming if having a good Game hunter vibe. He is a head taller with a very well-built body compared to the average feather out there, though he also has his looks going for him too with his styled back plumage. Having black tipped feathers with mostly white, a strong face with a managed beak, able to get any feather who has his interest. ‘But there’s a strange sort of smell that I cannot quite put my talon on, he seems to use a lot of natural scents.’

Nearest to him looks like one of those weird Thestral Mare Nobles under a very shaded spot, wearing a contrasting white curve hugging dress with rubies in the shapes of tear drops, silver hoof shoes with her ‘House’ symbol on them I guess and her eerie slitted red glowing eyes on me. With having a Thestral translator next to her dressed in how a butler would, a white shirt with a vest fitted with silver buttons and a watch showing that same ‘House’ symbol on it. Oddly reminds me of a pattern from that Doom guy, but talking to her will likely be a pain because of her needing a translator, which might be a problem. ‘She seems to be tall and white coated for a Thestral, maybe a head shorter to that pony princess’s height?’

Though the other one across from her looks to be a younger built Zebra, wearing some kind of regalia so maybe royalty or even just another noble like those two. His striped chest left nothing to the imagination, while his jewelry was clearly for show on his arms, torso and head showing off his wealth I’d be guessing. The hoof length skirt or whatever they call it also looked fancy with stitched designs, showing others bowing before an image of himself standing high on some ‘glowing’ mountain. Also seeing two pouches with what looks like throwing knives of a similar glowing stuff, must be made of something magical. ‘So far he must be talking their ears off except for Viscount Gaston, only time he’s lively is when it’s about hunting something.’

But the last one is known as ‘Maw Caster’ a dragon that literally towered over every being else at fifteen feet, with shining purple and green scales that held a body with muscles for days, with how he’s dressed wearing a loincloth with attached scales of different colors likely those he’s fought before. The strong posture likely an elder if my academy teaching is right, which means if he’s around likely to represent the Dragon Elders, but they don’t really care about us ‘weaklings’ so if a Elder’s come something big is likely to happen. ‘Makes me wonder why they’d send the most ‘outspoken’ against dealing with other species, funny there is supposedly at most seven talons worth who he likely halfway respected. Would they be those among the living, or those dead?’

Getting back to task was the funny part, as that Human Doom was strangely on the money about this. Telling me to sell these jewels to ‘Evil looking foreigners’ from a ‘outsider’s’ view because how they are less likely to bring it up and how they might like more rare valuable things. Taking a breath placing my empty mug down giving my wings a stretch to pop a few joints, before strolling towards the ship with confidence. Putting on my best beaked smile giving a nod to some of the mariner workers, rolling my eyes after that when stepping onto the ship’s gangplank strolling up onto the deck. Earning a strange look from the Thestral female, by her narrowing slitted eyes and ruffled wings I could be reading it wrong.

But she looked interested upon my approach earning a raised brow from both Viscount Gaston and the Dragon ‘Maw Caster’, though the first was looking at my curves while the latter was gazing with a hard look before snorting smoke once gazing out to be waiting for something. When her thestral translator spoke in a heavy Equestrian accent, I knew he seemed confused but seemed to put his ‘best hoof’ forward saying this when I got close enough. “Greetings stranger, you carry on wing a scent of old. Would business be had young chick?” That drew raised eyebrows from every being including myself before recovering, with a cough before saying in a hopefully more confident tone.

Shuffling my wings reflexively making sure they weren’t numb in case I had to take flight, with most company present that would be an issue. “That could be true, though my client is wishing to sell items of a ‘sensitive’ nature, to one who wouldn’t have issues where it came from…” Looking at each of them while the translator was perhaps doing his job, though the dragon and Lord Gaston’s attention were held even while the Thestral mare started speaking again which got the translator who had a cutie mark with what looked like speaking with a silver forked tongue.

The thestral stallion in question looked at me and gestured towards the retreating regal Thestral female into the ship, giving a smile at the same gesture to follow. “You are invited by Countess Blood Fang to join her for breakfast before she rests, as she wishes to learn more and hope your employer would be of an old friend she had the pleasure to meet long ago.” That raised eyebrows again except for the towering elder dragon who gave a snort of indifference, but while I was following I could see the other three were watching me as I turned to head inside.

But Lord Gaston was clearly heard that made me shiver from what he said, that made me rethink if I was to be eating with or served to her. “Let us hope she doesn’t drain that lovely young chick dry, because from her feathers I’d say she came from a good line..” Even that licking of his beak creeped me out as I followed the strange Thestral ‘Countess’ inside the ship, not even gaining curious glances as some of the ship guards look dazed while we passed. As her translator followed behind me, possibly to cut off any retreat or if things go well, I don’t freak out by my own imagination.

[Equestria – Maretropolis, Filly Glade Apartments – Slightly Later Morning]
[Xena - Perspective]

I blink upon the reception I have gotten, from a surprised mint green unicorn mare at the door to this apartment. The directions I got from my aunt Zecora told me that her newest friends would be here, but from the build of the mare before me gave a strong impression she was the one that came with ‘Doom’ that night. But a familiar frowning look of the earth pony mare behind her told me that, the stallion I got to see that night he came wasn’t present if this is the right place. ‘Should I assume or simply play it by ear for now? Let us try it be ear to see how if she is ‘Silent Melody’ will react.’

Clearing my throat with a calming smile and a neutral expression besides that, I began smoothly. “My aunt sent me along after a mutual friend of hers said he’d given this place over to somepony, she asked me and a few friends from the neighborhood to drop by to help him and you out if it’s true.” Her reaction told me that this was so, an easy to read dreamy look said it all, until shaking her head giving room in the doorway to allow me inside grinning back with a welcoming smile.

Though the Earth Pony mare, seems to be narrowing her gaze at my entry. She has a very light yellow coat from my perception, the two curled tone hair of a mostly blue with a line of pink in her mane and tail. Wearing a jacket for the cold city most likely, giving a ‘smile’ towards said earth pony mare than to ‘Silent Melody’ to introduce myself. “Well I am Xena, I am hoping we will become good friends or even if a room becomes available, perhaps a tenant too?” The reaction was a squee from the mint green unicorn while the faded yellow earth pony gave a scowl, only confirming bias or at the very least ‘tolerance’.

Watching her move closer to the unicorn, she spoke in a ‘whispered’ questioning tone. “Lyra, are you sure about letting in this questionable mare? Let alone her friends to supposedly help you out with cleaning up this place? Because I wouldn’t trust one of her kind around these parts let alone those from that Everfree Forest, they would as soon as curse you instead of helping you out. At least the ones you see in the city would rob you blind, or is it those Thestrals?” My face within fell flat, it is rather humorous how most ponies here. Thinking they are being quiet when she isn’t exactly ‘hiding’ her distaste, even spoke loud enough for me to hear.

But with a whap of this Lyra’s hand on her ear made the other mare flinch, earning points in my ‘book’ before regarded me again with a friendly natural smile with an apologetic look of her eyes. Likely for her speciesist friend, which is rather common a sight among normal ponies. UNLESS you are somepony important or had been around a princess, but I find this completely strange in how my Aunt upon getting her possessions again to tell me to stay near her newest friend and his pony henchmare. ‘Perhaps she has seen a vision, or communed with the spirits as for why? Or more mundanely as possible, she could be throwing me at this. Because of how often I have complained, for about nothing to do of interest…’

Taking a silent sigh I give the unicorn another smile, before moving to help clean this place. Starting with the bedroom would be nice, only to deadpan at how worthless the bed was in its stained ‘glory’ before returning to the room giving a twitching smile most likely. “Perhaps a new ‘Clean’ bed would be VERY helpful?” Flicking my ear at the room while moving over to deposit the glass bottles into a clearly marked bag for ‘Recycle’ with two others labeled ‘Waste’. This dirty place with an untrained but strong earth pony nearby puts a hamper on getting any development with the mint unicorn, at least I know she is a good pony. But with the ‘offhand’ comments the earth one makes at times or abrasive attitude, irks me that I cannot simply stick her to a wall with a couple throwing knives, or use a blow dart to knock her out.

[Maretropolis – Rat Den, Work Room – Almost Noon]
[Fleur De Lis - Perspective]

I joyfully smiled at my heart, he who is called a human and quite very special as the only one to this universe. He is quite cautious though his curiosity grew after careful discussion of my skills and knowledge of a finer sort of military background intrigued him, as I could sense through my bond with him. But he first desired to know of the spell I had cast upon the former foalnapped beings, to strip them of the memories of our presence before having them placed in the Memory Orb from my recovered belongings. In their state of mind, they will truly lose the way back to us, buying some time for what he hopes to do.

Even teaching him the spell was simple, though I had warned him that it takes time to master it. But it gave me joy to be of use to my heart, to see that he has use for me is a good first step even if he does think for now that I could be an asset to him. Seeing him experiment with using his powers to heat the metals, shaping them using his covered hands to make crude versions of what he hopes to use. ‘Though seeing him build such crude golem machinations in mind, a ‘Doom Spider’ as he calls it with what is available at hand will be quite useful though it worries me that he doesn’t rest.’

I have taken it upon myself to telekinetically lift the materials to the table he has been heatedly hand shaping the metal and pieces similar to a Star Spider, except for the size being that of a dog with its leg ends having joints fitting for fingers if thin like razors to even a thruster shaped a bit like his own to make ‘jumps’ which is lovely as he will not need to dirty himself by places such as this. But from his eyes I can see he hopes to craft one more of these complex golem constructs of his design, with my assistance he shall not need to move as I get what he wishes.

But even I had gotten him to stop momentarily to eat together, at the same table he has been working at. “What would mon amour have need of this ‘Doom Spider’ for? As the appearance can be quite terrifying, let alone the size.” His gaze falls onto me there is a gleam in those white and stormy eyes that makes my heart flutter, it is the sight of gazing into a predator preparing for battle. His gaze fell back onto the said spider, while taking his time to eat a morsel of food I’ve prepared for him to help revitalize his stamina. Besides the six sockets for its torso I could see this is a crude make due to pressure. “This, Fleur would be the making of a dual purpose Scout and Scavenger.”

He took a moment to chew on the meager food I have prepared, while I had moved to gently rest my head onto him, he had stiffened only momentarily before eating again. “oui, they could be useful. Though mon amour from what we remember, the quality of design and materials go hand in hand for its strength.” He gives what I feel through our bond a smile towards me! Now I am likely blushing as a defenseless filly before her heart, which his smile only grew behind that mask when I gaze into his eyes, those beautiful intense white and shifting cloudy colors.

The gaze of a young god born again among us, oh I hope he will see all that I could offer onto him in time, no matter the wish or better yet His desire… Though his words brought me back to what is at hand, his dish empty but moved aside while he mutters with strange images flashing before my eyes making me wonder how such tasks could be done. “Hmmm, thinking over the materials for a longer term goal for my Command Vessel. A classic Nimitz Aircraft Carrier weighed just over one hundred thousand tons, taking that into mind I will need secluded space of almost one thousand one hundred feet in length with over two hundred and fifty feet wide?”

I silently if dreamily watch My Heart continue his devising muttered discussions for his future plans, even offering my own suggestions from what I knew from being a former royal Knight. “Mon amour, you would need plenty of space would you not? For it would be useful if you build it hidden in the mountains, a place where such a feat is to be realized.” He took a moment to gaze long into my eyes, making my heart flutter with a smile gracing my muzzle, he does seem to accept it so far. I must have shivered in excitement because he’s treating me with respect so far, despite him being careful, the sparks from his eyes showed he was giving me a chance.

His idea has sparked a minor discussion, bringing up the earlier alien measurements would make such a vessel much larger than most ships ever heard of. But the one in the history books that was about the same ‘size’ was a metal beast called The Leviathan, which he came to agree that it would be a suitable name for his ship that will be. Though during this discussion, I wormed my way from beside him to between his legs. Though I may be taller than an average pony, my figure and coat must have an effect on him, for I could feel his reaction to my graceful caress from his leg plates to his lower stomach.

A hunger was there but carefully he gave in, still wary but I smiled lovingly when I felt he would continue to give me a chance, moving slowly on the dirty floor letting my knees rest on it comfortingly while my head nuzzled into his lap. ‘I will lower myself to be treated as his pet, to show him ANYTHING that he wishes or desires I will whole heartedly do. For what else be there for he who is My Heart?’ I made a silent promise to myself, the longer I gazed into his eyes the more I knew of him. I would purr softly with lidding my eyes, nuzzling him with love as he began on the second spider. “Would mon amour be willing to accept moi? For all that I am, it would be for only you mon amour..”

I felt his hand come down to rest upon my ear, in response I must have moaned when his metal covered hand to rest upon my mane, with him slowly to start to rub my head. By the purest of songs from the seas, his touch upon my fur is invigorating to the soul. “…That, was something. I didn’t know, how much you ‘ponies’ love this.” Giving my beating heart a flutter upon contact, as moved my muzzle in turn nuzzled in closer with my purple eyes gazing up into his eyes taking deep joyful breaths of his scent to remember. I am with difficulty from the attention of his covered hand’s ministrations upon my more than willing acceptance, which has proven difficult because of one simple thing my heart is doing.

His right hand shifts from stroking my ears or horn, I shivered softly in his lap, letting out soft moans of delight from such intimate attention for a mate to do. ‘Oh how he doesn’t know what this does to a mare!’ My flawless muzzle must be burning crimson with his touch, almost quietly we lay our head in his lap mewling happily with my instincts are tempting me to mount my heart, to show him what is coming about from his ministrations of so intimate a nature. To tell him of what this does to a mare, but I am torn due to my love is rubbing me affectionately, in the end I decided to speak of this. “Mon amour, you give great pleasure that only a mate would when rubbing. Mmmh, the inside of our ears and more lewd our horn…”

But from my own sorrow of his hand leaving my head upon his lap still if heatedly breathing him in, slowly but deeply the smell of ozone and power licks at my snout and horn respectively from his buildup of his energy being cast. But I have to remain strong for now and just bask, though the sound of him touching up this ‘programing’ for it to have a mind is a concerning effort. “Fleur is it? When I’ve completed this second Doom Bot, it will lessen my burdens while enhancing what my current capabilities are. A loyal servant to his maker, a weak guard and many other versatile things.”

He had paused for a short moment, I could tell he was thinking on this as he brought to life his two golems before speaking again. “But remember this IF you are to stay with me, I will be a king one day, it will take time but surely I do not expect everyone who is with me to make it. But it would be a rather nice surprise if everyone I call ‘friend’, ‘ally’ or those whom are close did.” He took a pause when he finished to gaze down into my eyes, I could see the weight he’ll have to carry, even now he has to remain strong having little to no ‘rock’ to rest on besides this ‘lyra’ unicorn, perhaps with effort I will become a more ‘suitable’ support for MY Heart…

Blinking in mild surprise seeing the construct starting to shift on its own while my coat, mane and tail still tingled with power as seeing his free hands send jolts of a weakened flow of lightning into the golem’s body. Those six eyes it beheld started to glow a deep red, sliding off the table to stand on legs familiar to that of a spider. “With all of mon heart, I will stay as your faithful if not graceful Knight and amoureux.” He gave me a confused look before I spoke the word he was confused on. “Mon amour, it would mean ‘lover’ as it would in Prench.” His expression on the outside may have looked ‘flat’ but inside he was how one would say, a nervous fish before sliding a hand on his face.

Smiling at his work even as it had flexed each ‘finger’ and joint as well, though I doubled what smaller gains of value that were organized pile to only be more helpful, only to be more than welcoming MY reward when he rubs the inside edge of my ears again. ‘Should I get a formfitting bodysuit and purr for him? OH, add a Lovely collar I will always wear to show that I am his…’ A grin broke out wider even as he is gently rubbing near the base of my horn making my loins tingle with desire.

[Equestria – Maretropolis, Harmony Tower (aka Power Ponies HQ) – Noon]
[Princess Cadence - Perspective]

I have thought to come visit Twilight after so long, though admittedly it felt more like an excuse then to only see her. With how my Aunts have been acting lately, well it would be more along the lines of a couple months to most of a year. ‘It isn’t a coincidence that they used this timing as to speak to all of the dignitaries, instead of waiting for them to come to Canterlot castle. Oddly Auntie Celestia has made it a point to have them brought there, perhaps just to show Equestria’s prosperity?’ My musings were interrupted when I heard a heavy thud from the main meeting room, even now I am curious in seeing what the problem is. ‘It wouldn’t hurt to peek in now, wouldn’t it?’

Looking back down the hallway from where I came than ahead once more, seeing no pony around I carefully took a breath before casting a peeping spell auntie Luna taught me. What I came to hear, shocked me deeply as for whom they are speaking with. His deep voice sent shudders down my spine and feathers, my body felt repulsed by each word he spoke if not just a few. “It would seem your ‘whelp’ of a sibling still enjoys her, pitiful tantrums. Why did you include her at the table meant for Adults?”

I cringed slightly, before hearing a snort come from Auntie Luna. “We should smite your evil down, not do dealings with monsters.” I blinked at this in confusion, though it’s true I was always sent away or kept busy whenever there were delegations that my Aunt had received since before Auntie Luna returned. Which has been rather exciting, to have more family made me rather happy if not a bit awkward when we met. ‘Admittedly she felt more nervous than I did, but everything worked out in the end with common ground in some martial training that I had took from Auntie with a side of disliking Blueblood.’ Peeking either end of the hallway as I resumed listening again.

“Why is it that the last of my departed broodmate’s last laying of offspring, had not yet been handed over to me? From what I know the whelp has been acting as a servant to YOUR student, whom apparently hatched him with her magic.” I heard a growl from within, holding my breath at what I have heard as I recalled back on how many times I’ve interacted with Spike and Twilight over the years. ‘He’s the son of Maw Caster the Devourer? I thought he was just from another of that brood, it would have been less terrifying at least if he was…’ Frowning at that last thought before staring at the wall, which was until a sudden pop made me quietly yelp.

Spinning around to see Auntie Luna frowning at a Parchment in her hand while she wore her form fitting traditional garb, her gaze shifted up to me giving a wistful smile before offering her wing to guide me along with her. “Niece, we would wish for you to accompany us. For we would need one of a more pure heart then whom we’ve had to sit with until a bit of troubling news reached us.” She may have looked to have been trying to be assuring, but I could tell that she isn’t exactly the ‘motherly’ sort like Auntie Celestia was but at least she is always honest. Though I couldn’t hear what was to be said next when I was pulled into her wing and walked slowly with her down the hallway from when I had originally came.

“Niece have we ever told you of the encounters of one whom we saw as our greatest if not honorable enemy we see as a rival?” Blinking at the question, I slowly shook my head no when having seen that she started up with a small story. “We first met him long ago, for he was unlike anybeing we had yet to ever see another of his species. He always wore full armor over his form, his intense eyes that when we first struck during said encounter near end of the Pre Classical Era with Starswirl the Bearded in his late prime. He had somehow convinced the greedy Griffon pirates to siege the port city of Hornia which resulting from that relocated founding, what would become Trotham today. But the strangest of things was that he invaded Starswirl’s tower yet took nothing, much years of paranoia and to our sadness that loyal Starswirl vanished some years later.”

[Equestria – Maretropolis, Near the Lower Sewer Junction – Late Afternoon]
[Captain Nightshade - Perspective]

I am having more than ‘just a bit of nostalgia’, by the events that had transpired upon my arrival with the Lady of the Night. She upon personally reviewing what ‘collage’ of memories were copied onto Memory Orbs for the newest case of foalnapping on a rather large scale, gained an old if familiar predatory smile that made me wonder. It wasn’t until after the events were spoken by her words did we rally ourselves, for her summons of the Lunar Knights has put each of us on edge for the possible clash, I am wishing to be of immediate use to my Lady of the Night. ‘Perhaps this time will finally provide me a redeeming chance, to offer up what my lady desires most for if things go well.’

‘Aiding her chase her greatest rival/’interest’, I am simply happy to be of personal use again besides regulated at the Captain of this new Night Guard. But I have informed her of the Hyena criminal whom now prowls this city, who somehow places her victims into either a coma riddled nightmare from a strange dark magic, or maul them with teeth and blades.’ But refocusing onto the task at hand the condition of previous cadavers that were described to me, by my Lady of the Night only paints an image of Doom the Impaler. ‘Oddly enough it was he who gave the Lady what would lead to the first Vamponies, I am not sure if I should respect him or hate him.’

Though the trail left behind by those who were foalnapped was convoluted at worse, was easy to follow if we were not blind. The issue at hand has been the ‘wildlife’ that had been riled up by said retreating victims to sanctuary with only two ponies who weren’t blindfolded, but instead had eye guards to keep them looking ahead thus forcing their heads to turn. Our physical gifts gave us night vision to make combatting these beasts better, even having come prepared for a fight with both melee weapon and magic rifles at hand. “Quiet our little ponies, something is transpiring ahead. Let us observe and if need be, intervene as it may expose our quarry.”

There were the sound of two sets of steps, the first to appear is a mare unicorn knight of some mercenary nature. ‘Though she could be an amateur because of all the mismatched pieces, or wearing armor of those she has fought. If it’s the later, then she has a decent amount of experience behind her. Though her coat and mane are obscured by a bodysuit under the armor.’ The next individual made our blood run cold and from out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that my Lady of the Night had caught her breath. But that expression on her muzzle was shifting to delight, she tended to have a habit of licking her lips when catching sight of him.

As we thought it was a bit, ‘uneasy’ by how she would openly fight with those she fought in the field that catch her eye. How she would spend days on end improving herself just to defeat her rival, but the question here was this to my perspective. ‘Why is he here? He’s skulking in the dark, leaving behind a tall tale sign of being in this city. It won’t matter for long if we have success, for I will not fail in my duty to my Lady of the Night’ Steeling my thoughts, gazing at the other three knights brought for the Princess’s protection than onto her who is giving a excited grin until anger crossed her features confusing me.

I am interrupted from my musings, by my tuffed ears picking up the sounds of a scuffle and a Prench accent. “Well at least we know, he has been quietly hiding in Prance..”

[Equestria – Maretropolis, the Lower Sewer Junction! – Late Afternoon]
[Victor Von Doom - Perspective]

I still couldn’t believe how from among those outfits that den held, she had put together an armor set almost fitting to her rather tall size, even to me as ‘Doctor Doom’ being 6’2”, she was more than a head taller than me. It didn’t make it any less awkward knowing she’s a former trained knight, having a Minotaur Round Shield in hand while she had two balanced if used long swords sheathed at her hips. She held her gait with a sway of the hips giving my face a few ‘flirtatious flicks’ of her tail, only to further show that she’s comfortable about her former occupation that brings out more questions. “Why was it that you would quit a position as a ‘Solar Knight’? Because from that, to becoming a ‘model’ is a rather drastic step. Besides to claim association to me, would ruin those prospects.”

Her response was a graceful titter as her lilac colored eyes held that strange loving look when gazing at my eyes, with a light blush to her cheeks that could be shown as cute, as in response her hips swayed a bit more before I halted her movements with a raised hand while her ears twitched further down the way. Noting the practiced ease she drew out the swords on belt, in an angled manner taking a likely defensive stance with a sound barely coming into my hearing range of padded steps. But taking my own weaponless fencing stance with a glance or two behind us, motioning her to come until a glint from my night vison of a knife came out only to smack it away with the shield as the offending strike hit the ground.

Forcing my own gaze back showed that Fleur had side stepped into stand guard giving me a few moments to look at the deflected if well-crafted knife on the ground of a tribal nature, might be African in origin I think until an oddly giggling bark pulled my thoughts, to two brown eyes from a hyena anthro? “I knew that we would ‘bump’ into each other eventually my dark and stormy doom, but to think that you would find me? You must have finally realized how we were meant to be, or at the very least willing to deal with me.” That look in her eyes was all I needed to know that the literal bitch and not the figurative kind, was fucking crazy. It was gazing into malicious obsession, but there was something else she was giving off.

“De le marees, mon amour stay back from such Sombre Magie!” Fleur is likely picking up more on what I am guessing is a ‘less then pleasant’ experience, which only hardened my stance more with a palm blast in one hand and a charge of lightning in the other. But that Hyena as she came stepping into the light, looked to be grey with black spots. Wearing a sort of red and black body suit hugging her athletic if shapely predator body frame with an open short purple coat that might barely reach her bottom most ribs hung on her body with her hand pulling out another knife.
“Immonde Obscurite, stay back from where you came!” As an idle note, it seems this Fleur seems to ‘slip’ into French whenever passionate, though by how they are standing I can tell both females have more combat experience with weapons. The more disturbing feature was this new girl, licked her weapons while giving a feral grin with a wink.

“Aww, do I have to break your toys to get to play with you again doomie?” This likely will get ‘messy’, for whomever this hyena is, or myself… ‘Really? Can’t whoever this is have thought up another nickname? Besides how does she even know me?’