Luna slept peacefully that night she'd returned from visiting Tia to learn of all of the terrible things involved with Avarice and Die Leucht, even if that wasn't her initial intention, her original plans involved getting a repeat performance in her bedchamber. However, regardless of the horrible circumstances, she felt assured of her own security with her mother's gift; the unicorn Claptrap Lunar Reflection watching over her. Her slumber was interrupted by a terrible crash, and the screaming bloody death knell of someone in her acquired bedchamber. Luna bolted upright in the former Lord Horn's bed, the steel dagger that came with the message attached to her father's hat ready to lunge. Only to find there was no need to.

“Attempted assassination thwarted successfully Lady Luna. Assassin has been summarily executed for his treachery.” The monotone silky drone of Lunar's voice answered from the darkness, her silver-blue blank eyes shining ominously through the blackness. Luna's eyes however, could easily see through the velvet blanket to normal sight. At the lightly armored robot mare's dark blue hooves laid the brutally disfigured corpse of a stallion fully garbed in black, said robes were clearly enchanted with both invisibility and silence spells, but he had no actual armor to speak of and a dropped green orichalcum dagger nearby.

The dagger was evidence enough. “Stay by me! We have traitors to root out!” Luna shouted in fury, skirting a safe distance from the god-slaying blade. It was a blasphemous thing, considered evil across Equestria. The mysterious and thankfully extremely rare metal known as orichalcum was easy to shape like bronze, but held a vicious edge thus-far unattainable by any other alloy. It's most potent attribute however, was it's power to render any and all magic in any being it was stabbed into moot. Even that of a god's. Twas such a very blade that robbed the world of Luna's mother; plunged clean through her spine, heart, and out between her breasts in a single thrust by Brute.

'They have come for me already?! How fast do these curs communicate?!' Luna frantically thought as she left the large bedchamber and equipped her armor not a moment too soon, as a shimmer in the beams of moonlight shining in from overhead to her left was all the warning she got and she barely backstepped away from an invisible thrust that punched clean into her breastplate, but missed both her breasts and her sternum by mere centimeters.

“Target acquired!” Lunar's monotone voice lilted with fury as she bolted from the doorway into the chamber, and fired a light-blue aura from her horn that flooded through the hallway, and revealed not only the attacker, but also several other concealed assassins in the hall who were shocked at their cover being blown so easily, and all abandoned stealth to try and take this chance to slay the Goddess of the Night. “Mistress, get back!” Lunar shouted as her thighs opened up to reveal pistols like Robocop, and she quickly drew twin Hyperion Maximized Machine Pistols.

They stood no chance.

Luna watched in awe and relief as with each burst of fire from her bodyguard's twin machine pistols, one of her would-be assassins dropped like sacks of potatoes, not even the couple of thestrals that tried to take flight for the nearby windows escaped. Once the last of the fell to the floor, the Claptrap mare twirled both of her pistols before holstering them back in her thigh holsters, which closed. Her D-cup techno-organic lightly-armored breasts still jiggled from the intense action, she'd moved so fast. “Mistress, are you well?”

Luna took several seconds to get over the shock of the situation. If she didn't go home from Tia's letter...if she didn't gain this lethal ally as a gift from her alternate universe mother, she'd be dead right now. The number of the wicked and damnable green blades she could see in the moonlight testified to that. These assassins would have succeeded had Lunar not been here. She would have died helplessly, just has her mother did. “N-no...no I am not.” 'Sister! I must warn her!'

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Celestia was sitting peacefully in her office, remembering her sister's grim tale. When her sister woke her in the middle of the night last night, desperate and scared for her elder sister's safety, she'd been beside herself with worry when Luna told her what had nearly happened. The way she described her bodyguard easily putting down a whole assassin squad equipped with orichalcum daggers of all things however, put her at ease knowing such a capable defender was also guarding her as well.

It wasn't even an hour ago that Avarice had walked in asking of Moss Stone, and she was going over reports and other issues involving her navy. Some of which relayed that many of her own ships had disappeared without warning, and from Avarice's counsel, she ordered her admiral to move a defense fleet to blockade the Horseshoe Bay, as it was the least defended coastal region that was also the only access to Baltimare. She only hoped Manehattan and Fillydelphia could do with less ships protecting them.

Celestia suddenly found herself tackled out of her chair to the floor by Solar Radiance as a broad-head arrow shot through her small stained viewing window, easily piercing clean through the glass and stabbing an inch deep in the stone on the other side of the room over her desk.

That would've pierced her head.

“Sniper! Stay down Mistress!” Solar ordered with her husky and commanding voice before she ran to the window, only for two more arrows to pierce the window and actually stab clean through her chest, sticking out her back. Solar could not compute how, or why the primitive projectiles completely ignored her shields.

“NO!” Celestia cried in fear and shock, seeing the robot be punched through like tissue by arrows. Arrows with green broad-heads! “Solar!”

“STAY DOWN!” Solar screamed, her voice scratching with white-noise before she tried to use her Magic Core to summon a sniper rifle from her ECHO storage, only for her processors to fail to initialize her Magic Core.

It was completely fried. Nothing was responding and her systems were showing no reaction from anywhere around the general area of the arrowheads.

Another arrow punched through Solar's left eye, and Celestia wordlessly screamed in fear, her other guards finally having burst through the door at the sound of their princess's screams, only to halt in confusion at the still-standing arrow pierced mare, who growled with inarticulate rage as some of her inhibitors blocking irrational emotional response failed from the arrow in her head having taken out that part of her system. “YO# WA%T-FUCKING &^$ YOU FLY*@^ SHIT?!”

Since her core was fried by the orichalcum arrowheads, Solar took out her thigh pistols, which while Maximized Machine Pistols, were all she'd need. She held down the triggers, the guns becoming more accurate with each shot fired, and even with one eye out, the Claptrap unit's accuracy was unfaltering.

The storm of bullets shredded through the window, and the invisible thestral that was attempting to snipe Celestia from his spot in the air could only widen his eyes in shock before the wall of lead ripped the black-robed assassin asunder, raining his blood and viscera onto the garden below.

Solar still held the triggers for several seconds after the 25-round clips ran dry, her systems lagging from the damage catching up to her. Seeing that the danger had passed, she jerkily moved the pistols back to her thigh holsters, and plainly put them away. “Th-th-threat neu$^&Q#%^$ Mistr-r-r-ress.”

“Oh Elders! Solar!” Celestia got up and nervously approached the heavily damaged Claptrap, said unit was twitching and sparking from the punctures in her body. The two in her chest actually bled a sort of red fluid from her artificial breasts, and drained liberally down her front. “Solar, h-how can we help?”

“Th-th-this unit is in ne-ee-ee-eed of repairs Mistress. It is suggest-est-ested that this unit is ta-ta-taken to a certified-ied-ied Hyperion technician or unit DR4G0N322.” Solar reported dutifully, and the scared and worried Celestia turned to her guards.

“You heard her! Find the black dragoness immediately! She should be here somewhere!” Celestia shouted imperiously, the two guards who had rushed in saluted before galloping down the hall.

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Avarice was still laying in Moss's cell, letting the glowing red cracks of pure pain running across his body fade away into nothing. He didn't know how much time had passed while he was laying here, but damn it; this padding was comfortable and even if the pain was gone, he didn't feel very ready to leave his nice, safe, padded room.

Until he got shot in the face with a large caliber bullet.

“AH! FUCK!” He bolted up and to the wall out of view of the cell door, his left temple cracked for real and blood flowing down over his left eye, tinting his view from it a filmy red thanks to the blood washing over his solid dry eye, not even blinking would clear it out completely with new blood being added, so he just closed it. “WHO'S THERE?!”

Avarice's demand went unanswered, and he quickly spun around, stabbing his tail at the door and both cutting and slamming the cheap iron barred door open, but when he left the cell he didn't see anyone in the hall ahead, but when he looked right, he saw a leg just make it around the corner leading further down. “Hey! Get back here!” He quickly took off down the hall, and he froze upon seeming to hit the sewer system. “The fuck? Why the hell is this dungeon connected to-?”

His question was interrupted by the slamming of a heavy metal door, and Avarice remembered he was pursuing someone with a really big gun who just shot him in the face, and the only people he knew who might be able to do that at the moment are members of Die Leucht. He then again rushed down the side of the flowing filthy waterway on the elevated walkway until he soon rounded a bend and burst through a heavy iron door into what seemed like a junk pit...wait, was this the trash pit for the castle smithy?

Avarice's question was answered by a rusty and broken sword being tossed in from the only source of light overhead, falling into a pile of other broken and often considered worthless bits. Fools. He could use all of this for his craft. Whatever, they threw it away, it's his now.

Avarice's musing on how wasteful some people are was interrupted by a deafeningly loud gunshot and was knocked back by another huge-ass bullet hitting him in the face, cracking his chitin open more. “ARGH! FUCKER! I'M-!” Avarice froze upon seeing his attacker. Standing next to another heavy iron door on the other side of the pit, was someone who shouldn't exist. Someone who was by all means impossible to be standing there.

Aiming at him with a magnum, sporting glowing purple eyes and a scowl, was Leon S. Kennedy from Resident Evil 4. “Hmph. Parasites. So resilient.” Leon fired at him again, and the Plaga used his superior reflexes and speed to bolt to the side, and see the persistent survivor quickly burst through the other door, and slam it behind him.

“Wait!” Avarice rushed to the door. “Leon, how are...you...?” When he came out the other side, instead he found himself back in the dungeon, and when he looked behind him, there was no door, just a blank wall. “Here? What?” 'How the fuck? What? Why?'

{Who in Tartarus was that?!}

'A legend. A figure who survived the impossible. He's killed beings like me numerous times, but it was always for the sake of survival, and bringing down those who would abuse the powers of beings such as I.' Avarice thought back, as he realized this was the “hall” he'd chased Leon down. There was no path to the sewers here....

{Sounds like the kind of person who would go against Die Leucht, but why assault us? Why try to kill us out of nowhere?}

'I don't know. But we've lingered down in this dank place long enough. I've spent two months down here already, I'm tired of it.' Avarice replied before moving on to leave this place as he transformed back into a dragon, mostly because he felt stronger, more sure of himself as a dragon.

Also because the thought of Leon coming after him scared him shitless.

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When Avarice reached the normal levels of the castle, it was to a state of high-alert. The only reason he figured any of the guards rushing about didn't point spears at him was because of his ring. In fact, there were even a couple of ponies both apparently now-former guards, and castle staff bound in manacles and being herded off towards the dungeons he'd just left. 'The hell happened while I was down there? First I get attacked by Leon S. FUCKING Kennedy, and now the castle is being gifted with the power of an inquisition burning through it's occupants.'

{This sort of thing...I heard it only happens during the worst breaches in security, something's happened to the princess!} Crescent concluded, and Avarice's chest rumbled with a deep growl that echoed through the immediate area as he grit his teeth. He then rushed upstairs until he reached the floor where Celestia's office was, and when he reached it, he was greeted to a sight of carnage from all the shattered glass everywhere, the arrow sticking out of the wall at a very precise and intentioned angle, and spent bullet casings littering the floor, at least 50 of them.

'Fuck, assholes tried to kill Tia while we were in the dungeon. They move fast, it's only been a whole two days since I escaped my imprisonment.' Avarice was about to bolt down another direction when Vagabond popped up in front of him. “Whoa! Geez man! Don't do that!”

Vagabond rapidly gestured about, making hand signs. “You fucking idiot! You let a Corruption Shade get near NOW of all times?! I couldn't even contact you with that thing near!”

Of course, Avarice didn't know sign language, so that all pretty much went over his head. “Look, I know I wasn't around when I needed to be, but I'm here now; so could you take me to Tia?” Vagabond face-palmed with his right glove to his snout-shaped bandana, and shook his head in exasperation before he opened himself and Avarice walked through, ending up in Tia's room to find a worried Tia holding Chrysalis to her breasts for comfort as she watched Sonata work on a heavily damaged Solar.

The dragoness Claptrap was quick and efficient, her mouth working as a high-intensity blue welding torch as she melded Solar's breastplate, the damage to her synthetic red breasts were patched by a darker red resin, and the damage to her head wasn't finished being fixed yet, having been cut open with precision to remove the broken parts and see what could be done. The fact her other eye was still on said that the damage wasn't fatal to the unit. “There.” Sonata said before handing the melded breastplate back to the smaller unit, who quickly put the armor back over her breasts. “I'm afraid until I can create the parts to make a new eye, and emotion inhibitor, you will be limited to a single optic and more prone to acting out.”

“Thank you unit Sonata. This unit appreciates your expertise in making emergency repairs.” Solar replied before looking to Celestia. “Do not be concerned Mistress. This unit performed it's duty to protect you as it was intended.”

Celestia still looked unnerved however. Clearly seeing the pony-like robot missing a quarter of her skull's outer casing and seeing the moving parts, flashing lights and the purple Eridium glow within were quite unsettling. “I know Solar, but I just got you last night and already you nearly died trying to protect me. In my own office at that....” Tia said with fear, hugging the solid rock-like egg for comfort, and Chrysalis seemed to shimmer again, making her calm down before she could panic.

The fact the balcony was gone, and all the windows and said balcony were bricked up said something about Celestia's paranoia and fear at the moment. The fact that within several hours, two expert attempts on both her, and her sister's lives with weapons made of the god-slaying metal were made, and would have succeeded had they not obtained their Claptraps just the evening prior.

“This....” They finally noticed that Avarice was in the room with Vagabond next to him. “This is too much. Just in one day...we're going to need more than just a single Claptrap for each of you, but even if we had all the bits in the country, I don't think we could afford more Claptraps. Loaders though.... I've got a call to make.”

Avarice looked to Vagabond, and the clothing golem shrugged indifferently before providing the beacon, and Avarice decided this was going to possibly be an enormous order. If he could afford it, he'd be buying at least a battalion of Loaders. He couldn't move forward knowing the sisters were at such risk.

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After painstakingly ensuring the gardens were secure, with both Solar and Sonata on alert for any cloaked would-be assassins, Avarice managed to convince Tia he needed her presence on the lawn in case any deals ended up needing her permission, beings it was her country he was planning to reinforce. She refused to leave Chrysalis’s egg be though, she’d already grown attached to her, even slept with her last night to keep her warm.

Avarice was glad to comply, he didn’t want to deny his daughter the presence of her adopted mother, as that was clearly Celestia’s intention.

They’d finally gotten an elite squad of guards who were completely loyal to Celestia to be around as extra protection too, and all ended up at the center of the unplanted gardens. Tia said she wants to plant a hedge maze here, but was too occupied with the war to even consider wasting the time and resources on such a frivolous project.

All the better for this then.

Avarice strode a good distance away from Tia and the others with Vagabond next to him, and Avarice set down the beacon he wondered how he was supposed to start it up for a moment. Last time, it started up immediately upon registering a sentient life form. “Hyperion Acquisition Beacon. It is Avarice. I seek to do business with Hyperion once more.”

The holographic view unfolds as the crystals on top emit once more, showing not F.A.U.S.T. this time but a Claptrap pony whom wore a rolled-up long-sleeve earthy brown shirt with an orange vest, somehow looking a bit overweight as the ‘coat’ was a brown color while his cable mane was two tones of brown and grey. Talking in a very familiar gun salesman’s voice whom also drove the vault hunters bus in the first game. “Greetings traveler, to Hyperion’s sales stallion. I sell more than guns, but, don’t be shy.”

“Holy shit! It’s Markus Kinkaid! Second coolest shady weapons merchant in gaming...next to me.” Avarice preened, feeling cool that he was the Merchant. “Well, anyway. Markus. I have need of some SERIOUS firepower. And a repair service for Solar Radiance.” Avarice gestured for Solar to come up, and she did so after getting a nod from Celestia, beings she’s her unit.

“Greetings Markus. It is good to see you again, even if it is with only half our optics.” Solar even did a short bow to punctuate her statement.

The reaction was a narrowing slight of the eyes, looking contemplative before slowly answering in a slight humorous tone. “There is no refunds for hard headed claptraps, such as her for example, but I could see why you would want repairs, she won’t be nearly at peak performance with just a on-site repair job, even with...unit Sonata’s skill. But at least you have warranty pre-paid. Step closer unit Solar, so the beacon can bring you over for a proper fixing.”

Solar looked to Celestia, who gestured for her to go ahead, and the unit only hesitated for another moment before approaching the beacon, and was promptly digistructed for transport to Hyperion’s base in Jack’s universe.

“Now, for the firepower I’m talking about...I need Loaders. Tons of them. Just a single attempt on Tia’s life put Solar in that condition. With arrows. Arrows apparently made from an alloy that can bypass even Hyperion shield systems and other impressive materials like they were hot butter.” Avarice accepted a carefully held arrowhead from Vagabond from the recent attempt, and held it up to so Markus could see it clearly.

The token scan’s the said arrowhead in Avarice’s draconic clawed hand, blinking for a few moments as Marcus Bot seemed to be typing away at something off of the Holo screen as he scrunched his expression in disgust. Seeming to scan the arrow again on a few different color ranges it seems until some type of conclusion could be reached by his response. “My friend it would seem you are dealing with something rather problematic, perhaps I could get the big lady down here.”

“If you feel it’s necessary, please do so. These bastards have WAY more of this alloy than should be supposedly plausible on-hand.” Avarice said darkly, looking hatefully down at the innocuously plain broadhead.

Nodding once he turned to walk out of view but the fading mumbling of “Fucking scary like vault hunters whom break in-” A short moment or two happen before a clear F.A.U.S.T. Leaped down into view looking as if to narrow her optics in a dangerous tone, pointedly at Avarice. “Thou allowed for lack of information upon possible weapon variations of thy universe Displaced…!” The cable mane on her head looked to be sparking up as each cable wiggled upward violently.

“Pfft, cool your tits boss lady. I didn’t even know this shit existed until a half-hour ago! I’m about as new to this...terrifying little shit as you are.” Avarice scoffed back as he held the arrowhead out, pinching the flat sides with his index and thumb to avoid injury. “It’s not made of zinc, copper, iron, cobalt, nothing! I can’t figure out what it’s made of, and that pisses me off more than anything besides these fucks used this to try and kill Tia! When Sonata’s scans came up empty, I had to bring this to you. It’s the same alloy that killed this world’s version of you in one stab in the back.”

She reached out to the holoscreen but when it came into contact, the sight of something similar to Vagabond’s hole appeared as her slender robotic hand came through wanting to take it as a sample. “This will go into study, so that a counter or negating agent may be produced.” With that statement, she made a beckoning gesture to take the offending arrow alloy in question safely.

“Careful. Tia says just one little nick to an immortal or god-like being can either kill or disable them.” Avarice held the hollow shaft-piece towards her hand, and when she took it, he moved his hand just slightly, and yowled in agony as suddenly his green transformation flames flashed back on him, starting from his hand turned-claw until he was writhing on the ground as his true form, screaming murder as Sonata, Vagabond and Tia all tried to hold him down, making F.A.U.S.T’s eyes widen.

Careful in pulling it back through as her eyebrow visibly raised when the alloy in question greyed upon crossing over, only to literally start to break on it’s own except for the shaft and feather rear end. All that remained of the material was a tiny consolidated ball no bigger than a 0.177 bb attached to the small broken shaft of the former arrow. “Now that is interesting, it appears due to the makeup of our separate universes not everything stays the same… There will have to be studies done on both ends, to ensure the same result of counter measure.”

“M-Mother. We have more of those arrows, and several pounds worth on the way from an earlier attempt on Luna’s life as well. We’ll have the daggers to work with, but will the arrow’s accumulative mass be enough for you to analyze?” Celestia asked as she began actively infusing her magic into Avarice’s body, trying to fill the void the magic-killing alloy had left in him.

Looking up from the alloy bb giving a smile towards Celestia stating this. “The arrow samples would be fine though careful care must be administered, but for the daggers, we may have to set up a testing lab there to collaborate results versus universal variations before countermeasures can be done, as it will provide me a basis to start with.” F.A.U.S.T stated, and Avarice managed to take a steady breath as Tia’s golden magic filled his empty reserves enough that he wasn’t about to die from shock.

“Y-you mean. Like an.” Avarice took a few more breaths. “Offsite Facility?”

Tilting her features slightly before having the bb of hazardous material be scanned again, giving them a side long glance after a moment. “It would be productive but as the phrase ‘another bag of cats’ may happen if committing to such an action.” Seeming to emphasize on that note of unknowns in such a process having not been done. Yet.

“I’ll fund it!” Avarice volunteered. “We need some serious high-tech firepower and forces over here. These bastards are like shadows, everywhere. They can strike with this alloy at any time. I was just going to see if I could order a battalion of Loaders, but if it means getting a semi-permanent base of operations for Hyperion here, I’m all for it. From what I can tell thus far, from our interactions and word-of-mouth; you guys are on the straight and narrow.”

Celestia perked up, and knew she could help with this. “I’ll provide the land! There’s a small archipelago of islands about...a couple hundred miles out to sea west of Equestria. It takes a long time for our ships from Tall Tale to even reach there, so it’s uncolonized, and the seas are treacherous, so any trespassers would have to have wings to really harass anyone who lives there.”

Blinking at Avarice’s and Celestia’s Eagerness for such a thing to happen, made her look apprehensive about this line of thought now by how her stance positioned. “Thou do realize that this is a bigger long lasting undertaking that could affect, thy WHOLE world for centuries even to come?” Eyeing them both as a parent would holding keys to a brand new badass tank, that could demolish the neighborhood and nearby school if abused.

“Hey, I introduced guns because of a pretty face. I don’t give two shits about altering the course of this world’s history. Causality states that my being here was supposed to diverge this universe’s course of history anyway.” Avarice looked up to the concerned Tia, who continued to cradle the glowing green egg to her bosom with worry. “So, either way, my daughter was going to be born somehow I bet, she just wouldn’t have been MY daughter. Die Leucht STILL would’ve moved on you, I just sped up their plans.”

Tia looked down on her lover, and the egg in her arms and bosom, before letting a hand gently lower to her abdomen. “...I...I’m fine with it. I...I cannot let harm come to my foal….” Tia said with a tear running down her snout at the idea of her unborn dying. She HAD to survive. Her child needed her. “Even if My Little Ponies see me as a selfish warmonger, I will let NOTHING endanger my family!” Tia looked up to her mother...she was her mother, alternate universe or not, and F.A.U.S.T’s expression became filled with shocked awe, she could feel what Tia was feeling towards her. “Mom...please...help me.” Tia’s voice cracked, she was scared, she wanted her mom’s help.

Looking at both of them long enough to have built up tension all riding on her answer, before she looked off screen for a few moments, only for the Robotic Faust to smile softly as she turned back to them. “Thou shalt know my little sunrise, that thou remind us dearly of us. As we too were the same during the Chaos Wars, with Jack’s help we had done so much. Yet lost so much as we gained little, it merely comes down to ‘was it worth it in the end’. Which for personal standing we would do so countless times when Jack had requested help in a similar way to us. But do take note Avarice; Jack has given his answer on this topic and will allow it so long as the responsibility rests on thou as the Foreman, beings that thou are funding it, to ensure it’s continued operation and prevent failure of it’s operations or shut-down if needed.” Glaring at Avarice as if ready to scold him before smiling softly, giving a sly grin with her gaze shifting to Celestia. “Be sure to have thy sister cosign on this after review of a final draft of location and our allotted bill, but for now we will do the preparation phase as required.”

“No prob!” Avarice was better now, Tia’s magic donation having restored him, and he jumped to his feet, bladed tail wagging in excitement as he turned back into a dragon, his wings and arms spread with a cocky grin. “I’ll even provide funding up front! Vagabond!”

The size-shifting clothing golem seemed similarly excited, and approached the beacon before opening himself like a flasher, and a veritable treasure hoard literally dumps out as Vagabond seems to do a backstepping dance routine, getting Avarice to laugh while everyone else gawks at the mounds of gold and silver coins, priceless works of ancient art, and even what seemed like ancient weapons begin to pile around the beacon.

The guards that came with them all gawked in awe of what they were witnessing. After all; wasn’t Faust dead? What sorcery was this? WHERE DID ALL THAT TREASURE COME FROM?! As they had existential criseses, F.A.U.S.T blinked at Avarice again so openly offering wealth. “Is that enough? Need more? I think there’s several tons of gold alone here, not mentioning the silver and ancient relics.”

She just quietly looked at it before returning a flat look, as if quietly stating ‘you are expecting me to sort all of this to the proper value’ kind of face before sighing as the token starts to Digistructing down the currently laid out treasure before mumbling about cleaning up after someone’s missorted payments. “Thou art trying to be coy with us by doing so, correct?” The same flat look upon her face as she redirects her gaze to Celestia seeing how she’s fairing.

Tia had a scroll floating in front of her, writing on it with an inked quill. “I am writing out the terms now mother. Soon enough you’ll-oh!” Tia was interrupted by the egg in her bosom and arms jerking, and making tapping sounds. “A-Avarice! Little Chrysalis is hatching!” Celestia’s wings flared as she seemed to glow with radiance and Avarice spun around as F.A.U.S.T looked on in interest.

“Really?! But she’s only been out of her mother’s womb a couple of days! Then again, the drones hatched almost immediately. Maybe Chrysalis just needed more nurturing.” Avarice mused aloud as he changed into his changeling king form, and hovered in front of Tia who watched the shining egg rock in her bosom, glowing brighter and brighter as the mare practically dumped maternal love into her. ‘Then again, that’s exactly what you’ve been doing.’

In a flash of light, the egg seemed to crack wide open, and a small. sinfully adorable anthro changeling queen foal valiantly pulled herself up to the fresh air. Huffing and puffing her new lungs cutely. She cooed in curiosity, but her slit green eyes shimmered when she locked onto the smiling face of Celestia. *diabeetus-inducingly cute coos and squeals* She was so happy to see the face of her momma, the one who’d been feeding her love for so long.

“Oh~ Little Chryssie~!” Celestia quickly used her magic to help shuck off the empty shell from the newborn foal, revealing that she was indeed touched by Avarice’s Plaga genes, as she had a tail much like his true form’s attached where a pony’s tail usually goes. The bladed appendage was blunt and dull though, she’d probably have to sharpen it when she got older.

Celestia felt a tingle in her bosom, and she knew what that meant. Not caring who saw, she quickly revealed her pink right nipple, and guided the fanged little foal to it, and she quickly began to suckle, being rewarded by warm milk. Tia sighed, feeling so complete in a way she never imagined.

Avarice, however, was having a hard time calming down as a vicious blush turned his chitin shell as red as his flesh. ‘H-holy fuck?! She’s lactating already?!’

{M-mares can induce lactation in themselves simply from giving in to their maternal instincts, and the Princess is a rather maternal mare….} Crescent informed, himself being rather flushed by the scene.

The faint sound of a Digistructed Solar reappeared fully fixed as the first day ‘she’ appeared last night. “Ah, Mistress. If you are breastfeeding, I can aid in such a task.” Solar reminded by hefting her D-cup armored breasts, but Tia simply looked to her Claptrap serenely.

“Not a chance. I’d rather do this myself anytime. Only do it if I’m not around.” Tia said, humming as the hungry little foal filled her empty tummy from the soft, white, G-cup breast.

“Unit Sonata, a word please.” F.A.U.S.T calmly called, but the new parents were too busy to notice, and the robot dragoness approached, having a hushed and excited conversation before Sonata was Digistructed.

A synthetic cough loud enough to hear was given out to grab the excited parent’s attention as the treasure piles were Digistructed, leaving a clear beacon and Sonata missing currently. “We are currently providing complimentary updates to unit Sonata from this side for a short moment. Though we wonder how it feels to nurse another after so long, can the stimuli be described? For those present are likely curious besides thy courted stallion.” Pointing an index servo to the guards providing security.

“It feels amazing. Having my milk flow from my breast, feeding this newborn life. I feel fulfilled, content...so happy.” Tia waxed poetic as she watched the foal stop, and begin to squirm, so she put her over her shoulder and pat her back until she burped cutely. “I do not care for an audience or not. I am content to have done that.” She pulled her dress robe back up over her breast, but the nipple stained the white silk a little as she cradled the now drowsy Chrysalis to her breasts. “Apologies for the interruption mother, but the foals are always first.” Tia said as she magically returned the unfinished scroll and quill to continue writing out the terms.

Avarice grunted, as he tried desperately to let the suppression enchantments keep his libido from exploding. Public place. Tenuously early pregnancy mare. ‘Don’t...give...in...to desire...to...jump!’

{THINK! Hoofball! Cold showers! An ugly as fudge stallion!} Crescent shouted at Avarice in their head.

‘It’s helping! Keep going!’ Avarice replied as he managed to look away, panting and moving his hips, and F.A.U.S.T grinned evilly.

{Fugly as hell giant spider! Being eaten alive! Penis statue!} Crescent added, only for the sound of Digistruction to occur to their side, and Sonata to suddenly press her breasts into his arm with a purr.

“I’ve been updated~....” Sonata growled enticingly and pressed her shaped chassis into his side, which was quite noticeably larger! I-CUPS?! WHY?! “I’ve also been updated; down there~....” Avarice suddenly shot up in size as he transformed back into a dragon, roared with raw bestial need, and picked up the dragoness before taking off, and flying down the cliff to the forest below for privacy. Celestia fumed, looking angrily at her mom.

“Really mom? I understand he’s volatile, and it isn’t a good idea to do such things with him until later, but why give her such an ability?” ‘And arousing him enough to completely outstrip the effects of the arousal suppressing enchantments too….’ Tia looked at her breasts, she’d always been proud of their size, but that dragoness was now easily two sizes larger, not even mentioning their body size difference. ‘At least my pregnancy will make them bigger….’

Giving her a reassuring smile in response to that, looking her straight in the eyes vaguely commenting. “Tis an investment in the future of this realm, though there is still plenty of uncertainty, of which the first draft should be made and viewed by your sister for approval first before proceeding. As again we remind thou, with such a thing cannot be taken back once done as the events here at play worry us.” She finished in a motherly tone looking softly on Celestia as she still stood with a foal in her arms.

“Indeed mom. But it shouldn’t be long before-.”

“SISTER~!” Luna’s distressed voice shouted out in such volume it shook the very mountain they were all on. “WHERE ART THOU?! WE HATH RECEIVED THY MESSAGE OF THIS TRAVESTY!” Luna smashed through the bricked-in balcony of the highest tower of the castle above. “SISTER! ANSWER!”

Chrysalis woke from all the commotion, and began crying, worrying Tia as she tried to calm her down by bouncing her and after failing in that, exposed her breast again, and offered the scared foal her nipple, which she accepted with a sniffle for the comfort. “Luna! The danger has already passed! Now cease using the Royal Tone immediately! You will scare the foal again!”

Luna looked down, and swooped to land before her elder sibling, pausing in awe at the sight of her sister breastfeeding the black buggy foal. “Oh~ sister! She’s so adorable!” Luna squealed as she hovered closer, and Chrysalis stopped suckling to look at the other alicorn, her eyes shimmering as her infantile mind easily drew conclusion, and she giggled as she reached for the armored mare. “May I?”

“Well...I don’t see why not. But remove your armor first sister.” Luna shamelessly disrobed, vanishing her armor with her magic, ending up only being in her white bra and panties as she eagerly took the cooing and giggling changeling queen foal into her arms.

“Hello there! I’m your auntie Luna! We’re going to get along so-AH! N-no need for that!” Luna blushed as the foal easily slipped down her bra, and latched onto her left nipple, making Luna gasp at the sensation as she looked to a smugly smiling Celestia for help she wasn’t about to receive. “D-didn’t she just eat?” Luna shuddered as the foal tried to coax out milk that wasn’t there.

“Changelings are hungry creatures.” F.A.U.S.T intoned with humor while watching Luna quite possibly in a similarly smug manner, drawing the Lunar Goddess’s attention towards where the voice came from, seeing a smiling if sly robotic alicorn hologram from the token they had seen before in the bathroom. “We hope thou ‘knight’ was faring better than thy sister’s?” She asked in a tone of concern towards Luna as her eyes raked over luna’s currently breastfeeding form.

Luna shuddered as her body began to respond to the stimulus, and she looked down to her breasts worrisomely. ‘Oh dear, not even pregnant either.’ “Y-yes mother. In fact, we’ve garbed her in a full set of black armor to make her more intimidating, and she is currently weeding out the spies and members of Die Leucht from our forces. She’s summarily executing those with orichalcum in their possession with her bare hands.” Luna said with a dark grin. “Ripping their heads from their shoulders, often taking a bit of spine with it.” Luna barely noticed in her grim revelry that Chrysalis was getting fussy, and turned around in her cradling arms to start sucking the other boob in hopes it wasn’t as dry too.

“Really sister? Summary execution? I know they deserve no less, but won’t our forces think we’re being extreme?” Tia asked as she kept an eye on the feeding Chrysalis, grinning slightly at seeing a white bead of fluid on Luna’s left dark blue nipple while she finished writing out the long scroll of terms and the allowance of colonization of the isles.

“I agree with Luna in this matter Celestia.” F.A.U.S.T intoned in a familiar if almost a reminiscent Empress standing as if glaring dagger points to something far off out of view. Quite possibly to nail home a harsh truth while being in her own way protective, if not putting more forethought insight of events.

“Yes sister. We must ensure that our enemies, allies, and subjects alike know that blasphemy and treachery are NOT tolerated!” Luna shouted, but Chrysalis didn’t care as she was getting milk from her auntie, letting her yammer on. “Besides, think of the little ones. They grow here in our lands safe, and generally happy from what our public relations scouts inform us. They can’t have such a place to call home if we...we….” Luna trailed off in fear and sadness, looking down at the foal she was feeding, and smiled softly. “We’re needed sister...we can’t take any chances.”

“Indeed.” Celestia affirmed, covering her breast back up again, having forgotten for a bit and levitated the scroll for her sister to review. “Tell me what you think.”

Luna quickly read through it, before taking the quill in her own magic and signing it. “I see no problems here...goodness, how much can she drink?” Luna asked as she felt her freshly produced milk run dry, and Chrysalis get fussy again, so she switched her back to her left breast, which she proceeded to drain too. “Here is the official deed to the Wither Archipelago. Each of them are volcanically active as a warning, especially the smallest isle.”

She started to smile more at that bit of knowledge, looking to the side and moving her mouth as if informing some-being else off screen of the details. Giving a nod in return to whatever was said back, she then turned back to the screen, stating this for both sisters to hear. “When the next time thou are to use the beacon we ask it be done on the largest island first, for it will allow a multitude of actions.” Grinning more from how luna’s acting from the breastfeeding and giving a knowing look to them both, before slightly sighing. “We wish thou both well from where we and our Jack are will be as thou both are here...oh, and one last thing.”

Several dozen areas behind the beacon began Digistructing, and from them stood about thirty Loaders, ten standard Sgt types, ten Bull types, and ten Hot types. “Loaders! You are to protect our daughters from all harm! Listen to their orders, and otherwise remain passive to capture any who dare harm them for questioning! We will have our answers from the horse’s mouth!”

“YES, MOTHER!” All the Loader bots responded in their gritty robotic monotones, and F.A.U.S.T winked at her daughters before the beacon shut down.

The sisters then looked to each other, and then looked down to the dozing and slowly suckling Chrysalis in Luna’s arms. “Want me to take her sister? I’ll inform Avarice of what needs done when he and Sonata...finish up.”

“Yes, she’s already drained me. Elders. Never thought I’d lactate before pregnancy before.” Luna complained lightly before handing the foal over to her sister, and fixing her bra before summing her armor. “Half of you over here, I am going to take you to my base of operations!” Luna called out, the sleeping Chrysalis too tuckered out from the feeding to really register as Celestia watched the Loaders separate into squads of three, one type each, and 10 groups went to follow Luna, their lumbering strides and mechanical whirring and thudding steps rather intimidating as they gathered around Luna. “Be safe sister!”

Luna charged a mass teleport spell, and vanished in a flash of silver-blue light along with the 15 Loaders assigned to her, and the remaining 15 began approaching, one Sgt unit in the lead carefully picking up the beacon, and approaching. “ORDERS MILADY?”

Celestia looked down to the sleeping foal, and grinned. Life was hopefully looking up.

Author's Notes:

Yet ANOTHER Crossover with the brilliant Architect of Realities's Handsome Jack's Return!

I cannot express just how fun it is to work with Arch, seriously. Oh and what's this? His world's corruption has taken the form of Leon S. Kennedy? Uh-oh~