He was dull. So deadened to sensation at the moment. Avarice was Konrad no more, they were more than one person. Crescent had joined them, and Avarice became one with Konrad. It was pointless to cling to an identity if it was no longer individual. They knew it was coming, just not when. He ate Crescent's body to take him in fully, so they could take his form, which while ginger, taller and more fit, was otherwise Crescent. Returning to their changeling form, they cradled Chrysalis to their chest and abdomen, shedding their chestplate to help keep her warm as they explored the empty and dead hive for any survivors.

No one was left.

Judging from numbers, most of the stallions were all slaughtered in their attempts to defend their home, a good number of mares were also found slain. Among them was Weaver, who was impaled and left mounted on a wall in the nursery by a spear of Griffonian make, the mount of the blade engraved with the symbol of Die Leucht; a spiral within a hexagon. He let her down, and kept the spear for possible evidence. He couldn't stay and bury them, he couldn't even give them a pyre, changelings were fire-resistant. He had an egg to watch out for.

He made sure to kick or stomp on any non-changeling bodies that he found. They varied vastly in race, in fact, only a few of the corpses found were actually ponies. Most of them were minotaurs, the massive bovine beasts were as monstrous as myth made out, each corpse an average of ten feet. The only things that made them seem in any way human were their torsos and arms, the rest were even more beastly and bovine than the cows he'd met. They wore little armor, and were mostly garbed in simple harnesses for holding their weaponry, and heavily armored grieves to protect their lower bodies from most opponents.

Then the second most populous among the invaders were griffins. They were all lightly armored in bronze plate, and the bodies he found were all in positions where it was obvious they'd been brought to ground and mauled to death. They were like horses in size, but unlike pegasi with their small and agile wings, they had large, broad, and powerful wings. He didn't care much more for keeping a note of their appearances. He didn't want to think of any of them as people right now.

He ate a griffin king and a minotaur bull while he was here to add two more forms to his list, before he took Vagabond's warp service back to Celestia's room. He was mostly unresponsive for a while, not able to think much further than keeping his daughter safe as he laid in Tia's bed, and curled protectively around the unhatched egg.

[ $ ]

Luna was worried sick when she saw Avarice's expression of terror and he ran off for someplace owned by an Ichor, whoever that was. The fact that it involved him being turned into a breeder, and that he had mentioned going 'someplace else, not within your country' when asked who he'd inseminated, meant that he likely drew conclusion as to just why these traitors had done this to him, and that his potential offspring were in danger.

This also meant that her sister was in danger, being pregnant with Avarice's child might make even her a target for these scoundrels. So Luna immediately sought out her sister, and refused to leave her side as she led her back to her bedchambers, not trusting any of the castle staff or even their own soldiers if these criminals could so easily have taken over the dungeons without them knowing for who knows how long. “Luna, could you please give me some space? I don't feel any safer with you hovering over me like this.” Celestia complained, looking up her sister's armored skirt to gladly see proper groin armor as said sibling literally hovered protectively over her as they neared her bedchamber.

“I cannot sister. These turns of events, and what my conversations with Lord Horn have revealed all tell me that these wretches are beyond far more than Avarice's mistreatment. At that, why ship the guns he made to our soldiers at all? Why not keep them all for themselves rather than a measly 160 of them?” Luna asked seriously, and they paused when they turned the corner in the hall to see Vagabond standing vigil before Tia's door with his sniper crossbow loaded. “Hail mysterious golem! Hast our interesting stallion returned?”

Vagabond nodded, but then held up a hand in universal gesture to stop. He then opened the door and peeked in, before gesturing with an index finger next to the “mouth” of his bandana for silence, and then waved them in.

The sisters were curious of the construct's behavior, but they complied and passed him through the door and into the room quietly. They were both surprised and confused at the sight of the black bug-like stallion with a red fleshy torso sleeping in Tia's bed, curled protectively around a shining green egg. Tia approached a bit more, and the way Avarice's eyes snapped open, and instantly hissed as he looked to the sisters startled them. But after a few seconds, Avarice seemed to come to his senses, and merely sat up, placing the egg in his lap. “Welcome back.”

Recognizing his voice, the sisters then approached at seeing he was indeed the stallion they were expecting. “Tell us dear Avarice, what has transpired the past couple of hours?”

“...I doomed an entire town to death and enslavement simply by association. That's the short-hand of it.” Both of the sisters balked at this, and he looked down sadly at the egg. “This egg...my unborn daughter...is all I could save....”

“Oh, no....” Tia choked out as she worriedly approached, and paused at the edge of the bed. “May I?” Avarice was hesitant, but he trusted Tia, which was a rare thing lately, and he gestured for her to sit next to him, and when she did, he carefully transferred the infant-sized egg to her arms, which she then cradled to her impressively large bosom, and Chrysalis practically blinded them with the warmth of the motherly mare's affection. “My...she's quite responsive.”

“She...I...I have much to explain.” Avarice then dug under the blankets, and pulled out a rather impressively formed chestplate of armor, which he then adhered to his torso, making the sisters blink at how it's shape wasn't an artificial representation, but an actual organic byproduct of it mimicking his actual flesh. “This form I currently am in is known as a changeling. They are a race of bug ponies that live in hives, and require to feed off the life force of sentient beings to live. They mostly focus on the surface energies though, and these are found in emotion. The most potent of which is love. They usually capture sentient beings, keep them suspended in life-preserving pods, and carefully leech their surface emotions for sustenance. However, if they aren't careful, they can drain a person to the point of shriveling up and dying.”

“That is terrible!” Luna stated in shock, but she winced at seeing Avarice glare at her. “I am sorry Avarice, but our oldest tales tell of vamponies who drained the blood of their victims, and turned them into their servants. Such things vilify my dear thestrals to this day.”

“Then let me continue, for your old tales tell of when the changelings were far more numerous than now. From what I've been able to gather, they now live in semi-nomadic hives, only setting down roots in remote locations where they try to live a peaceful existence. One such hive, once full of wonderful people, now lies cold, dark, and dead, because I was there.” Avarice wilted, and Tia leaned into him for a comforting nuzzle. Avarice felt a little better, and also idly thought how adorable the action was, even with their humanoid forms.

{Perhaps, I should explain more. This is hard on you, and I am one of those at fault for this horrible tragedy. Let me bare my sins to my goddesses....} Avarice didn't bother contesting, and let Crescent have the wheel. When Crescent took over, he gently got up from the bed, and walked over a bit to the balcony, where his form burned in green fire, and transformed into his old body, altered as it is.

“Know that you do not speak to Avarice at the moment, but one of the fools who carried out this horrible act of slaughter and foalnapping.” Crescent stated earnestly, turning back to the sisters who were rapt in attention. “I was once the thestral pony by name of Crescent Luminescence. A mere errand runner for the secret society by name of Die Leucht.”

“The Enlightened? Pray tell, how are they enlightened?” Celestia asked with heat, and Crescent wilted, but he faced his goddess's scorn as he deserved.

“Die Leucht holds that, to understand everything, is to control everything. However, they also knew that to try and do this in the open was foolhardy, and impossible. They instead act from the shadows, controlling the powers that be through suggestion, sabotage, murder, and other things quite similar to what you uncovered from freeing Avarice from them.” Crescent informed, getting shocked looks from the sisters. “I am far from done. The fact also remains that the events of just prior, of the changeling hive raid was launched as a contingency for the rogue agent Sharp Snap, also known by the name Whip Crack, having allowed Avarice to escape, when her orders were to transfer him to his designated breeding center to begin the Plague Project proper.”

{Sharp....} Avarice's heart wavered. Sharp let him go? On purpose? {Why?} Avarice flashed back to that tender kiss they shared, and the impassioned one before she left him a mess on his cell floor, and he felt like crying, Crescent failing to withhold a tear. {Stupid, selfish, emotionally-twisted mare!}

“She...Whip Crack...no...Sharp Snap, no...damn it Avarice, stop insisting her fake name was her real name!” Crescent complained as he continued crying, trying not to break down as Avarice realized that Sharp really was falling in love with him somehow, and took such a risk for him. “She...she was the one who leaked the information that led you to...finding out....”

Luna quickly strode up to Crescent, and hugged him to try and calm Avarice. “Hush. Calm. We need you to ease yourself if we are to know as much as we need about this dark organization.” Luna kissed his cheek, and Crescent sniffled as he helped try and calm Avarice down, as the Plaga tried to settle his twisted-up feelings about the harsh mare down.

“Th-thank you my goddess. A-as I was saying, I was just an errand runner, and I don't know much more than the basics, but Project Plague from what I understand, is intending to create Bio-Organic Weapons, or B.O.Ws from Avarice's unique and mutagenic genetics. Beings the now-fleeing Whip Crack...also-known-as Sharp Snap. Damn it, fine. I'll keep calling her by her fake name. Set Avarice free, and into your hands, they had to fall back on trying to capture impure samples. And once scouts confirmed he'd visited the changeling hive more than once, especially after his body was already conditioned by Desire's Art....” Crescent let hang as Luna backed away a bit.

“They attacked it when he was confirmed having left it.” Celestia finished, and Crescent nodded sadly. “Tell me, you've told me their philosophy, but what is their ultimate goal in all this, what have they done to try and achieve this goal specifically?”

“Their ultimate goal, is nothing short than total world domination.” This stunned the sisters silent. “And they're closer than you think. This whole war with Bullgaria and Griffonia is a prime example. As it was all started by Die Leucht inciting events that resulted in them declaring war on Equestria.”

“But why?! What could they gain from such wanton death and destruction?!” Luna demanded in fury, and Crescent remained calm in spite of this.

“Power. With this war, four of the greatest nations in the known world will have weakened each other. And from the ashes, Die Leucht will rise as false saviors. Providing aid to the ill and destitute, and making moves to take over the respective governments. I wouldn't doubt they ultimately planned for your deaths if it came to it.” Crescent hissed out with grit teeth. He was blind before, but Avarice opened his eyes. How could he have ignored that Die Leucht might even dare try to kill their goddesses?

Celestia then protectively hugged Chrysalis's egg between her breasts, and also put a hand to her tummy with worry, and Luna growled as her hackles rose. “Those bastards! I will banish them all to the moon for even thinking of harming my family! Losing Mother was hard enough on us, and we're soon to lose the stallion who was practically our father. I shan’t allow....” Luna paused in fear at seeing Crescent's guilty disposition. “Fiend! Tell us now! What plans does your damned organization have for our father?!”

“I do not know. I just know that they have been watching his tower in the tundra, waiting until he was sufficiently weakened by his age to make their move.” At Crescent's words, Luna teleported away, and Crescent sighed as he looked to a distraught and silently crying Celestia, who gently hugged Avarice's unborn daughter to her breasts for comfort, said egg shined with a warm glow, as if to try and console her.

[ $ ]

When Luna appeared in her ailing father's bedchamber, she gasped in horror to see his room trashed. His once well-kept, if seldom used bedroom was torn to pieces, a couple of dead charred griffins telling her that she was indeed far too late. “NO!” Luna ignored the featureless burned corpses as she flashed rapidly through the tower, crying as she saw more and more evidence of the invaders having destroyed her father's precious refuge.

Everything was gone.

His notes, his entire library, his equipment, his lab. Gone. With him. Luna collapsed to her knees in the middle of his private study at finding a note pinned to his usual worktable through her father's signature hat with a steel dagger, something that was most certainly and disturbingly new.

Dear Meddlers.

Did you really think we would let your transgressions against us go unpunished?

We regret letting you live now. We should have killed you and your whorse mother Faust when you were born rather than wait to see what fruit you would've beared to the world. At least we dealt with your mother as was necessary.

For hundreds of years, you soft-hearted mother hens have set us back again and again.

No longer.

This weak country of “peace” and “prosperity” will burn for your foolishness. There is only one way to bring unity, and that is through power. Yet you squandered it. Wasted it by pandering to the weak just as your mother did. You especially are a disappointment Luna. We had expected better of you.

Hopefully, by your soldiers experiencing what power feels like, what holding a thing as blasphemously capable of wanton power as a gun is like, they'll be more inclined to listen to reason.

Star Swirl will serve us well, his ancient body is not a problem for us with the minds to create astoundingly powerful drugs such as Desire's Art. Soon enough, his knowledge, and his power will be ours.

Can you find it in yourselves to kill the stallion who raised you in place of your hopelessly foolish mother? We would like to see.

Only Through Power, Can Enlightenment Be Obtained.

Luna burned with unadulterated fury, yet absolutely crippling despair. These monsters were the ones who robbed her and her sister of their mother as foals. They were the ones behind the assassin Brute Force literally stabbing their mother through the back, when Brute was both a known friend, and even lover to their mother. The sisters even debated whether the first known assassin in Equestria's history was their father or not. Just HOW could they have turned what their mother's journals described as a “Gentle and Caring lover” into her murderer on the very steps of their old castle in the Everfree?

And now they took their father.

Just how OLD was this organization, to have been in operation at least as far back as several hundred years?

And what hope did they have, if they could strike from the shadows at any moment? From anyone?

From anywhere?

[ $ ]

When Luna teleported into Tia's room, distraught, and holding her father's hat, the dark message, and the dagger with the Die Leucht emblem on the hilt, she froze, not expecting the sight before her.

They were both completely nude, Avarice was a changeling again, his chitin tossed to the side, and his face was between her sister's thighs, while Celestia on top of him facing her, eyes wide in surprise at being caught with the stallion's red-fleshed penis in her mouth, her hands paused around his scrotum.

Luna would've been rather turned on if the situation were less dire, but this was no time for such raunchy behavior. “Sister! I only left at most a half hour ago, and you devolve into oral sex?!”

Celestia raised her head, the large phallus slipping from her mouth with a pop. “Luna, your spell wore off! Avarice was getting into a rut again, and since I can't leave him like this...and I can't have any proper sex at the moment-mmph!” Celestia grunted, as Avarice hadn't stopped pleasing her with his long tongue. “Oh~! Why didn't you enchant his thong?”

Luna blushed, the erotic scene starting to get to her as she sighed. “He rushed off before I could sister. One moment.” Luna moved to the side, the sight of their inverted forms conforming to each other was extremely arousing, and the way Avarice's red hands kneaded her sister's large flanks, and rubbed her sun cutie marks in a way that got Celestia panting was incredibly attractive. 'Focus Luna. Snog later, evil conspiracies now.' Luna charged the suppression spell, and fired it into Avarice's face.

“Ah!” He responded with a pained yelp, and his body jolted against Tia who squeaked at how his body lifted her from the bed. “Wha-ah!” Avarice froze at the delicious sight of Tia's swollen and drooling pink flower in his face, her vulva practically twitching as her clitoris shuddered and winked at him in her arousal. “Um...not that this isn't an absolutely amazing thing to see. But how'd we get like this Tia?”

“You...started panting, humping the air, you were about to pounce on me when I advanced and guided you into oral sex to prevent you possibly endangering our unformed foal. We WILL be finishing this later by the way.” Celestia groaned, knowing she would have to be left wanting for now, but made sure to press her pussy into his fanged snout before she got up, her vaginal fluids staining the wide-eyed changeling's snout as he took in the intoxicating scent of her. “I moved Chrysalis off to the chair over yonder, so don't worry, she's safe.”

Celestia's words brought Avarice back from la la land as he bolted up and looked to a comfortable relaxing chair to see his daughter's egg shimmering brightly. She must've been drinking in the lust like candy. He hoped that wasn't bad for her somehow. “Ugh...damn it...if I get into things like that I want to actually be aware of it!” Avarice shouted, angry that the drugs those fuckers put in him made him blank out like that during special moments.

“I shall enchant your garments and a ring with the suppression spells so you won't lose yourself anymore, but that isn't what's important right now. What IS important is this!” Luna stated, getting the two naked ponies to read the dark message, and widen their eyes. “They took father Tia! They killed mother too! They corrupted Brute! If they can do these things without discovery, what else can they do?!”

Avarice wasn't sure about this now. Before, when he was more ignorant of the world, before he took all of Crescent into himself, he would've dismissed it and went after these fucks anyway with brass balls. But with the knowledge Crescent had, being a native, he was suddenly extremely wary of their chances. 'Damn, these fuckers are entrenched. Getting rid of them will be an epic tale and a half worth of effort. This is, like, mythological quest level shit here. I'm just some lucky idiot with special powers and some guns. What can I do against this?'

As Avarice doubted himself, Tia perked up upon realizing something and she looked outside to see the sun waiting above the horizon. “Oh no! We're almost late for ending the day and starting the night! Sister, before we continue, we must do our duty. It wouldn't do the world right to have a longer day than a night.” Celestia's horn flashed and she was wearing a fresh white and golden robe as she strode to the balcony, only for Luna to grab her arm and stop her.

“No. You rest. I'm not letting you possibly put any strain on yourself and harm the unformed fetus.” Luna stated seriously, and Celestia wanted to protest, but sighed in agreement. Pregnant unicorns had to abstain from higher-level magic so they didn't possibly hurt their foals, so with her being like this right now, no world turning. Celestia retreated back to the bed, and started helping Avarice put his chitin back on as Luna looked to the setting sun, and her horn became alight.

She seamlessly turned Equus around, the sun dipping beneath the horizon and bathing the sky in glorious hues. Normally this would've been drawn out for effect, but they were indeed behind schedule, so Luna sadly rushed the sunset until the sky began to darken with her night, and Luna then turned her attention to her heavenly body, and began to move it. Luna winced, feeling the incredible strain she never really noted when she handled her moon. 'Dear Elders...sister wasn't kidding! Turning the planet is much easier than moving my moon!'

Luna idly mused about how she'd been doing the harder job for centuries, and feeling rather proud about it upon this realization. She watched her moon crest up over the horizon, enjoying it's pearly splendor. But, this was interrupted when a flash of purple light from her moon appeared, and began growing...and growing...! 'It's coming this way!' “Look out!”

Luna shouted as she dove out of the way of a large purple magic sphere that shot clean through the balcony doors, just barely missing Avarice and Tia's heads, and shot into Celestia's bathroom, impacting with a horrid crunch. “MY TUB!” Celestia screeched upon realizing the crunch was her luxurious and large bronze bathtub being crumpled by the impact.

The three ponies, two alicorn and one changeling, all got to their hooves and rushed to the oddly unscathed doorway into the lavish lavatory. The sight that greeted them was oddly alien and unexpected.

Except to an eager and suddenly excited Avarice. “HOLY SHIT! That’s a lunar delivery beacon from Borderlands 2!” ‘Oh my Gog! Yes! I was hoping to come across one of Jack’s tokens since Dox mentioned him! And with this utterly fucked over situation I’m in, I’m going to need some serious firepower!’ Avarice suddenly heard those last two words replay in his head in the voice of Marcus Kinkaid and he had to giddily chuckle.

{What the buck are you talking about?!}

‘You’ll understand eventually Crescent.’ Avarice said before entering the wrecked restroom to the curiosity of the royal sisters.

In the middle of the crushed tub sat a Pristine unused Hyperion Acquisition Beacon, with tiny, possibly eridium, purple shards spread about like a grenade went off inside this confined space. The full body mirror is shattered by shards of rock and magically infused eridium keeping what pieces of mirror on the wall, water is gushing from a broken white ceramic sink with copper pipes looking like swiss cheese.

Not to mention that the once former bronze tub large enough to fit an alicorn having a party for two, was no better than the plumbing from the sink spouting water uselessly into said tub, landing lightly on the token all the same making a rainbow effect with eridium shard hazards on the broken tiles for any uncovered feet or hooves. The oddity was it likely had ricocheted off at least two surfaces before hitting the tub as a final destination as the first wall it struck somehow made a hole into Celestia’s walk-in closet allowing a head to easily peer through.

“Nice~! I haven’t gotten to see such a well destroyed bathroom in years.” Avarice commented with amusement, feeling quite pleased with the wanton destruction caused by the HAB. The token unfolds revealing a light white-blue three dimensional holographic view of the Hyperion logo flashing a ‘loading’ message with finer small print at the bottom barely legible reading out. ‘All damages done by initial token landing is by reading this message; not held accountable by Hyperion’.

Upon reading this, Avarice exploded into laughter, even losing control of his form by suddenly shooting up into a massive 14-foot tall jet-black adult anthro dragon. From behind, the sisters gawked at his rippling broad back with spread-wide dark gray wings and tight buns under his thick, twitching tail. He’d forgotten that while even naked changelings were “clothed”, his other forms weren’t, and his pants were back in the bedroom, exposing himself in all his rippling muscled glory. His head was entirely draconic, even with a slightly elongated neck, and when he calmed down and opened his eyes, they were the glowing slitted red his changeling form had as well. “That. Was. Fucking. Glorious.”

Slowly the loading screen faded as the white-blue light shined over the closest individuals as a synthetic voice rang out, which resonated with the two alicorns present. “Intelligent individuals detected. Initializing holographic image.” And with that, A standard form of a White alicorn with red cables acting as a stylized mane and tail swishing slightly with one of her eyes is covered. The business suit she is wearing shows off the Hyperion Yellow with a higher class put into the design while mechanical wings fluttered, gracing the viewers with a near heart stopping smile, giving out a sigh.

Her figure was indeed that of dream come true; as the sensation that it was reminiscent to both alicorn sisters, from simple flick of the tail to quarter lidded eyes along with her shape. She hummed in an almost erotically husky tone that BOTH alicorns knew by heart, even though she’d left them when they were so young.

“This message is brought to you by Hyperion interstellar Corporation on behalf of Handsome Jack, we take this time out of your busy schedule to make it known of possible business opportunities! By activating this Beacon you have in your possession one of THREE suitable personnel may be called forth, First being the C.E.O. of Hyperion itself Handsome jack, second would be the F.A.U.S.T. Unit, third and least would be Claptrap who may cause bouts of frustration due to lack of experience. When called for assistance do take note that Hyperion requires compensation for requests and/or purchases of Hyperion Branded equipment.”

“MOM?!” Celestia and Luna screeched in shock and hope as they both carelessly cast an aura through the room, sweeping away the debris so they wouldn’t hurt their hooves, and strode hurriedly into the large formerly pristine bathroom to stand in front of Avarice to either side.

“Knew it. Even as a higher form of mechanical existence, she looks too much like you two to NOT be your mum.” Avarice commented with a grin running along his sharp toothed maw.

The hologram of F.A.U.S.T. folded her arms looking sternly at the male in front stating this in a edged tone. “Thou shalt know better than to simply presume what thou see’s, for this is not our true body but one based off our our appearance. Like what we have scanned of thou and ‘our’ daughters, also congratulations Celestia.”

“Ah, but you just proved my point. This is how you see yourself, and thus, that is how you are. These are your daughters, and the name and your demeanor just gave all that away. I love a smart mare, but don’t think me any less than you. Oh, and sorry about that. I ended up putting that little dear in her during a...heated moment and she obliged.” Avarice stated, grinning sheepishly as Celestia blushed and shuffled a bit at the truth.

For some reason the ‘air’ from the token took a chilling dive when some of the water spilling onto it froze. “Thou copulated without formal courtship? We hope ‘stallion’ that any ‘grandchildren’ will not be born bastards, or such abandonments. For Jack had to suffer such things before.” She took a thoughtful look seeing Avarice react quite lividly, his claws clenching and black fire leaking from his grit teeth, before looking at either Celestia and Luna. “Have thou done a check to make sure that foals born when he impregnates by one form would share pony traits? For having a hybrid may be conflicting due to potential tribalism.”

“I was a horse at the time, that a problem?” Avarice asked F.A.U.S.T heatedly, and Luna slapped his ripplingly tight thigh.

“Never consider such a thing! Sure, relations outside the species are rare, but we’ve instituted that no such cruel inconsideration for fellow beings of intellect are legally tolerated!” Luna stated imperiously, only to finally notice again that Avarice was completely naked, and her eyes drifted down to his groin, and she erupted in a blush as her wings exploded out in great wingboners at the size of his sheathe and his balls. ‘BY THE ELDERS HE’S BUILT!’

Giving a leveled deadpan at the three present gesturing to Avarice, while stating this. “Thou keep thy stallion nude inside? By how he is built we wonder if some mares will try to ravage him upon their estrus or beg for his foal givers then.” In a more jovial tone while adding onto the end. “Also for a first impression being nude is a ‘strong’ one.”

Avarice blinked, and finally looked down to notice he was naked, not feeling ashamed at all and rather shrugging. “Meh. Don’t care. Been in a thong for two months straight. Rather enjoy being an exhibit actually.” ‘Holy shit, so turned on right now that I’ve realized it. Trying to suppress a boner is easier though thanks to Luna’s spell but...whoa, is THIS a wingboner?’ Avarice asked Crescent as his wings “fwoomped” out to either side suddenly at his arousal of being exposed.

{Yeah...that is...whoa you’re a pervert….} Crescent commented in their head, actually enjoying experiencing such a sensation of being so liberal with one’s appearance.

Cocking an eyebrow as she looks at her daughters, F.A.U.S.T then idly gestures towards Avarice. “So ‘our’ daughters are only about the physical build of a stallion? That is rather disappointing that thou both are easily entertained, though we couldn’t blame thou in the slightest as we have been ‘grooming’ our human to take interest in non humans for quite some time.” She gave a devious grin that looked quite evil, also very crazy beyond rational thought.

Both Luna and Celestia bristled at the accusation, and Tia narrowed her eyes at her “mother”. “I’ll have you know, ‘mother’, that while I do enjoy the physical traits of my stallions, I have also found him to be quite refreshing in personality. His roguish nature and sense of liberty, disregarding station even, made getting close to him easy, which is so hard with all the posh, and position-advancing fools I have to pander too all the time.”

“Not to mention he’s so...bold.” Luna stated with a grin, slapping his abs as Avarice was now grinning confidently. “When I first encountered him, he wore nothing more than a thong, and I thought him a prostitute. I engaged his services and...mother. Have you been plowed eleven times in one night before? By the Elders….”

“Thirteen.” Celestia said, getting a narrowed leer of jealousy from Luna, and she grinned victoriously.

Smiling more when the conversation was going on, even idly looking at her digits before narrowing her gaze once more firing off questions in a bullet like manner aimed to take on an elephant warrior. “Dost thou know his name? How old he is? His Species? His Medical History? Met his Family or specifically his respective Father or Mother? His family History? How he was raised? The year he learned how to use a chamberpot instead of a sheet? What his aspirations as a foal to what they are now? Taken the stallion on dates? Had compatability spells be done for long term relations?”

“Yes, no, no, no, can’t anymore, no, no, of course not, and I’ve laid that out already. I’d love to, but we’re in the middle of a war with two other countries, they’re already wasting enough time here as it is. For all I know, my species might be ageless if done right….” Avarice answered succinctly in order, rubbing his chin as his wings flicked and tail moved to wrap around Luna, getting a surprised squeak out of her. “I’d gladly tell you gals the rest. So far...you’re the only ones besides Ichor and Sharp who ever got this close to me...I’ve got to save them...protect you...you deserve to know all about me.” Avarice’s wings lowered to gently drape them in a sort of hug, and both sisters were stunned still by the rapid exposition and his admittance of readily offering more of himself to them.

When Avarice wasn’t looking F.A.U.S.T. winked at Celestia and Luna before continuing as if letting them in on a sort of game, the sisters had seen it and were suitably embarrassed. “Then thou wouldn’t mind performing an oath to these two based on honor?”

Avarice then stood up straight, his wings folded and he pounded his left fist to his chest, causing a very audible meaty thud. “I am a man of my word. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be a Merchant. I’d be a swindler. And I HATE SWINDLERS!” Avarice literally roared, fire spitting out his maw in his anger at just the thought of bastards like the original Merchant and Gray. “I’m not leaving your sides girls, so long as you’ll have me.”

The sisters both looked up at him in awe, as F.A.U.S.T. smiles softly saying her next words in a tone of victory. “Then the answer is plain for when thy minds are made up to keep him. Since the stallion so valiantly offered himself willingly while not even knowing all the RISKS and duties that such take.” There seems to have been some mischief from that look given now.

“Ha! Risks? We’re up against a secret militant shadow organization that murdered this world’s version of you on her own castle steps with her own lover! There’s little more risky than what I’m already up against, and being these fair mare’s lover is just another notch on that pole.” Avarice stated with sarcastic excitement. “I’m utterly terrified! These fuckers are beyond dangerous. They could kill your daughters here at any moment even! I’m worried about even leaving their sides right now with what we’ve learned of Die Leucht.”

A slow rising mock eyebrow is seen before in a lazy tone saying this. “Would that be it? For Our Jack has gone through quite worse with less magic than a foal would and survive. Though the truest danger would be ‘FATHERHOOD’, which all stallions dread in hopes it be smooth.” Smiling gently in a strangely serene reaction to this awkward scenario.

“Yeah, you think I don’t know who Jack is? What he’s capable of? I’m just a Merchant! Magic or not, I can’t create an army of robots, I can’t make technologically superior equipment, or wondrous things like you...yet. I don’t even know how to fight properly. I’ve gotten by on guile, luck, and my abilities thus far. These bastards have started the equivalent of a small-scale world-war just to weaken the country and then destroy it. And the fucks have my offspring! The offspring I only got to hold in my arms for a few moments before they...they…!” Avarice began tearing up, trying not to cry as he was reminded of what these fuckers have taken from him already.

When his lack of skill was mentioned, a couple flicks of her hand caused several smaller screens to pop up lining either side of the screen projected from the beacon, showing him Loader bots and Claptraps alike with their features alongside two blanks of either kind for ‘custom orders’ only to see a Claptrap type filled out in a blink of an eye with what looks to be a Claptrap with Celestia’s banner colors of red and gold painted on the chassis with a magenta glowing pair of eyes. “This one will be our gift as a foalsitter and defender with added magic drain switch to reduce any combatant to a helpless mouse no matter the body frame with pin point execution style finishers. With a foal caring guide. But as for thou other foals, callous as this must be in most cases, we simply can say ‘fear the worst but hope for the best’.”

Celestia perked up, and smiled happily as she put her hands to her trim abdomen. “Oh, thank goodness...no worrying about the pony I assign being an assassin or kidnapper….”

“Hmph, as if I didn’t know that already.” Avarice scoffed, wiping the tears from his eyes, but F.A.U.S.T could easily see the relief her reminder brought him. “So...yeah...having access to Hyperion tech would be a great help. Money is no object to me. Anything that is not considered owned is by default mine to distribute as I see fit. Vagabond.” At the intonation of his name, the sentient set of equipment appeared, and he was Avarice’s size, standing to Luna’s side with shimmering outlines of his wings and tail coming from it, startling the sisters with it’s sudden appearance, as if it was always there. “Demonstrate.”

Vagabond then idly reached into itself, and pulled out an utterly enormous sack of gold bits, which it then dropped without a care to spill all over and especially into the tub, pooling around the beacon. Each coin showed some dirt on them though.

Looking to the sack, then back to Avarice while a second claptrap appeared in luna’s flag colors or deep blue and silver with her silver-blue eyes, the features stating they were both completely scentless, making both bots harder to detect by scent even, along with the standard stealth package. “What would be the Acquisition thou would require? As events on this end are rather unstable due to outside interferences.”

Avarice looked over the list quickly, and then shook his head before tapping the Custom Claptrap tab, and began selecting a list of options. He chose to have a fire-breathing adult Claptrap dragoness with a design focus on crafting. However, when he tried to put through the order, it demanded a height specification as well as a coloration and whether or not to upgrade to the M+ model, but that option was selected already, and the description grayed-out, so he couldn’t see why. But he chose the height to be equivalent to his at 14 feet, and the coloration to be jet black to match him, but with red accents so she was easily differentiated aside from body shape. Her eyes were red to match his too, it also offered pupiled or pupilless, he went for the slit pupiled so it wouldn’t be too unusual to look her in the eyes. “Okay, now for the shotgun.”

Avarice quickly went into the shotgun tab, and selected a Hyperion Painful Brute that had white text flavor. He didn’t need anything special, just a weapon that could deal serious damage. He then purchased several hundred rounds for it. “Can it fire standard 12-Gauge shotshells? That’s the most advanced ammunition I have available here.”

The moment that is brought up a boxed case is digitized in front of them on the floor, though there is a space requirement for his custom claptrap order, asking for a few more feet of clearance to assure no digitization complications once the payment was taken. As F.A.U.S.T. still merely regarded him currently, even looking at him to see the reaction to the standard rounds laying neatly packed to the point they wouldn’t be a cluttered mess in movement.

“Nice, may I compare? I’m a reloader, so I recycle brass and as much as I can, it’d be good to know if I could do the same with the munitions you can supply.” Avarice asked as Vagabond took out a single paper-cuff shot shell from his coat.

She merely gestured to the ammo container of shells for him to do so, he’d already bought it after all as the gold was already transferred over to her end of the connection, only to look him over again, giving a stifled laugh now. “Thou art not willing to look over other things to consider purchasing? For right now we see thou bare to the world as was born thinking nothing can do harm onto thou. Tis rather foalish of ‘our’ girls to not want protection nor thou to even THINK of acquiring some shows how little foresight is placed in dealings.”

“Meh, so long as I don’t get decapitated I can regenerate nigh anything just from eating. But yeah, good point. I’ll get some shields. Hyperion shields doesn’t make healing shields do they? I mean, you make them like Anshin, or other company types too since you’re a monopoly right?” Avarice asks curiously as he uses the menus to look for a shield to his liking.

F.A.U.S.T.’s reaction said it all as her gaze narrowed and her arms crossed under her bust. “The Hyperion Interstellar Corporation has the experience and time to have made such things even if having to reverse engineer other products to improve on design. By such an action we have rebranded them as improved models over the originals.”

“Nice. Because when I played Borderlands 2 I always went for Anshin healing shields or Pangolin turtle shields over any others depending on the situation, and considering I get hurt a lot, having a healing shield would be a good idea for me, and a turtle shield for Vagabond, since he regenerates rapidly on whatever he pulls his energy from aside from my magic.” Avarice put the order through, and a few more sections of the once-massive pile of gold coins vanished as two shield emitters, one with a red core, the other with a green core, both materialized. Before Avarice could gleefully pick them up though, his shotgun finally came through, text on the menu explaining that selecting the best parts took a few moments. It was a beautiful black beauty with purple accents and it also came with a few extra clips for loading shells. “Oh~ sexy momma.”

Avarice picked up the sleek and sexy black beauty, turning the smooth and angular boxy shotgun around in his hands, and even going so far as to lick the side of it sensually while Vagabond picked up the shields and stored them, the sisters both backed away from him, worried Luna’s spell was wearing off already, Luna preparing the spell again. “Sister, it might be best if we go enchant his pants at the least.”

“Good idea.” Celestia responded as they retreated from the bathroom.

Giving a knowing smile chuckling from what was said, seeing his VERY amorous reactions to the shotgun in question. “Tis truly a shame that ‘our’ daughters would be rather feeble when it comes to the action of bonding with a weapon, that would serve thou well in a single lifetime. Though like most they sadly need to be fixed over time or replaced, but that could go for stallions if left unattended too long?” She stated with a raised eyebrow and quirked grin once seeing him literally squeeze the gun between his thick, muscled thighs, and then hump the air with it.

“Boom~<3” Avarice breathily stated as his chest purred with a soft throaty rumble while his long tongue lolling out of his maw. “Can’t wait to fuck someone with this.”

The growing familiar sound of the beacon digitally constructing again brought Avarice’s attention away from his groin and up to the Custom Ordered dragoness Claptrap model in all her specified glory purposely in Avarice’s personal space. She was literally barely a foot away from him, her height matched his perfectly, making him look directly into her matching eyes, as if looking in a feminine mirror.

When he looked down though, he wasn’t expecting his vision to be blocked by two massive orbs of shaped black chassis nearly meeting his massive pecs, easily surpassing Tia’s size, and what he saw around them were child-bearing hips that would make Tia blush even. He was so stunned and visibly aroused with his wings stiffening to the point of his wing membranes creaking, that the freshly-initialized M+, clearly “Mature Plus” model’s arousal and emotion registering software easily picked up on it, and made her grin. “Well, hello handsome. Like what you see?”

Her voice was incredibly velvety, dripping with sensuality as she pressed her warm, hard metal-covered bosom into his chest. The give in the contact telling him she wasn’t all metal under that, making him blush and gawk as he looked into her face, and she neared his own face. “W-wow...Um...yes?”

“Good.” She then gently took his nearing face as an indicator to move forward, and leaned in too to kiss him, stunning him with how organic her mouth felt as they began wrestling tongues, the tips of their lips flush as their serpentine mouth appendages vied for dominance, both taking in the flavor and incredibly soft texture of each other, the shotgun clenched between both their thighs as they began to press together.

Vagabond shook his head at his hopelessly lustful master as he reached into himself again, and produced their signature blue-iron brazier. He approached the apparently indifferent F.A.U.S.T, and offered it towards her, not really buying her stoic demeanor, he knew she did that intentionally, and no machine does things like that for no reason.

“We can see that ‘she’ll’ be of many uses for thou master. We can sense that item is thou’s summon token. Wouldst thou explain it’s use?”

After being asked of how to use it, rather than let her control it’s transfer, Vagabond wordlessly put the brazier back into his coat, and the image of F.A.U.S.T actually flickered, as the brazier was being held out to her on her end of the connection. Vagabond, as always, stayed silent as he waited for her to take it in hand.

A force field enables as a mechanical hand latches on at speed out of instinct to protect her own physical body, as a robotic model of F.A.U.S.T. scowled shaking a accusatory digit before taking the token, making sure vagabond knew she didn’t like that one bit. Vagabond’s pinched sleeve didn’t even let go of the token until she had it in hand, and then mocked her by flipping her off, and then giving a thumbs up and an okay sign, before using sign language even in enough context for her to understand what it was saying.

It basically said; “Fuck off, don’t care if you’re a god, I can do what I want. You’re cool though, so just be glad I like you. Also, nice body. Jack doesn’t know what he’s missing. Try some suggestive hypnotism or subtle wet dreams, he’ll come around.” And then the hand vanished, the robotic limb that was grasping the black leather sleeve clamping onto nothing, it’s software pausing in confusion as F.A.U.S.T leered at the spot where it used to be, wondering how in the void that sexy fool Avarice managed to contractually bind an Elder God of Chaos to himself.

Giving Vagabond a narrowed look of annoyance before looking to view back at the drake still tongue locked with the new dragoness model working over his tongue like a coiling snake. “We shall take the advice with caution due to events at play beyond our reach, but if played right it may be a WONDERFUL stress release….”

With the transactions completed, beings the two unicorn claptrap guards were spawned before the dragoness, but completely unnoticed by the aroused drake as they had left the room with the sisters, F.A.U.S.T took a digital picture of the two grinding and kissing dragonoids before the beacon shut-down, leaving the wrecked bathroom dark as they moved on to groping.

“Avarice...we have the spell ready and your pants enchanted, as well as a copy of our signet ring-.” Luna froze, her darkness-piercing vision easily picking out the writhing forms of the black and black-with-red dragons vigorously making out on the floor, the new dragoness unit working his groin with a gentle claw as he clutched her armored bubble-butt which still had give even with the armor on, their tails twisting together as their tongues still battled. “Damn, too late. Can’t use the spell with him in this state again so soon or we might damage his hormonal responses. We’ll just have to wait for mother’s odd sex doll to work him over.”

Luna shook her head, disappointed with her poor reaction speed to the situation as she left, just as Avarice’s wandering claws found the release for her chestplate.

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