In the heart of Griffonia, laying in the Vast Plains between the great northern Highland Mountains and the deep, dark Black Forest of the south, lies the ancient and proud capital city of Berlion. It sprawls for miles across the plains, both the land below, and the clouds above comprise the largest known city in the world. The ground plays host to a great many farms, at least half dedicated to livestock of pigs, deer, and smaller animals such as rabbits, while the great cloud city above carefully regiments the planting fields and grazing plains with the needed water to stay healthy.

But the ground isn't all farms and slaughterhouses. No, in the very center, the heart of the heart if it were; lies the original walled city of Berlion. Sitting on the shore of the Dancub river, the second longest river in the lands, the great tan stone walled city was a cluster of constant activity, where the rich and powerful played politics, and the gutter urchins scraped by, either stealing from the pockets of richer griffs, or plying to even darker trades.

But these urchins stay away from the deepest, darkest gutters and alcoves of this ancient stone city. The nobles and the smarter soldiers ignored anything even spoken of them. For here, under the very shadow of the palace of kings, where the king either listened or ignored the rabble of his advisers, sat an innocuous small alcove. The only thing of interest, a small engraving of a spiral within a hexagon.

A black cloaked and hooded form did appear within the small indentation, as if from the very air, and knocked upon the symbol three times, once, and then twice. The stones of the alcove ground gently against each other in a fashion suggesting regular use as the wall sank in, and split in half in jagged teeth-like bricks just long enough for the figure to bolt in, and they quickly snapped shut like the jaws of hell.

He shot through the dark as if it was plain as day, and after making several turns, he stopped in the center of a dark room. Only then, did a brazier with a focusing cone overhead blaze with orange light, illuminating him, the edge of a large round stone table, and the vague, indistinct outlines of the several most powerful people on the planet, who ruled most of the known world from the shadows they now sit in.

“Report.” The deep, thundering voice from directly ahead of him demanded. His voice inspired fear, and the sense that to step out of line would mean your instant death.

“My Lords. I am sorry to report, that both of our assassination attempts have failed horribly, and our compatriots that were not slain or managed to escape are being executed, or interrogated as we speak.” The cloaked figure reported, getting a roar of rage from the cloaked male's left, along with a crack of hard talon on stone table.

“Insolence! You should have carried out those harlot's ends yourself rather than come before us then! Or has the infamous stealth of the Panther Crows grown stagnant in these later years?” This voice was rough, raspy, and full of grit and anger. It was one that made one uneasy, and his voice easily exposed his short temper and quick action.

“Do not be so hasty. He would not return if he felt the news he could provide was not worthwhile.” A silky female voice countered from his right. Her voice was of a deceptively soothing nature, one that was inviting, calming, yet hid a dagger behind it's back. “You are here with news on the developments are you not? Why else, would the leader of the Panther Crows return, rather than a messenger?”

“Well? Speak.” The first voice before him demanded, and the griffin spread his liquid-black feathered wings from under his equally black cloak, and pulled his hood off to reveal the crow head of a panther crow griffin of the Black Forests. His eyes were a golden yellow, or rather, his left one used to be, the slash over his eye having damaged it, turning it milky. His bill was straight like most of his subspecies of griffin over the lion eagle's and tiger hawk's hooked ones, but the upper bill was cracked up the left side to his nostril, and had a plate of similar-colored bronzed literally melted on to hold his bill together and keep it from worsening. In spite of his surroundings, he was completely calm, and composed.

He was Corvo. Leader of the Panther Crow Assassins, one of the most wanted criminals in the known world, and head of the most notorious assassin's guild across several nations. “The news I bring is not something any here wish to know. What I tell is not fallacy, nor is it embellished in any way. The Diarchs of Sun and Moon are guarded now by living beings of metal and lightning. Their bodies harder than the steel we've only recently discovered. Their reflexes quick as lightning. And their senses more profound than the most experienced of warriors.”

“I can confirm these claims.” A smooth, calm male voice stated from the forward right of Corvo. He was calculating, intelligent, and not one to leave loose ends. “My spy network's operatives in the regions in question have thankfully survived most of the fallout of Lord Corvo's organization's failure. They have confirmed that these...things, the Celestial Sisters have guarding them, may have the shape of ponies, but they are not living. They answer only to them, think only of them, and do anything and everything they ask, without question, doubt, or hesitance unless it involves leaving them in any way vulnerable.”

“Can your spies deduce a weakness for these golems of metal and lightning?” The rumbling voice at the head of the circle asked.

“The only weakness they can discern from distant, VERY distant mind you; observation, is that orichalcum can bypass their superb defenses, both magical and physical as any other, but even when shot through three times, twice in the chest, once through the eye, the Solar Diarch's guardian did not fall, and did not fail to bring swift vengeance upon Lord Corvo's chosen sniper.” The smooth voice responded with both intrigue, and a hint of impress. “However, the events following this attempt, are what Lord Corvo is unaware of.”

“Please. Enlighten me. Unlike your spymasters, my assassins are not trained to blend in beyond the approach.” Corvo stated cordially, as the Crows swooped in, silenced the target, and fled. It was how they always operated, and it never failed...until now.

“My fellow Lords...our glorious organization silenced the blasphemer Faust, did we not?” The smooth voice got a number of affirming grunts and words from the several others. “Then why...was the Solar Diarch, and her new stud; Avarice, able to call upon Faust's 'spirit' from the beyond, and summon more of these wretched golems?” This got a number of uproars from around the shadowed table, and Corvo being in the light, was unable to see any of them with his eye so blinded.

“ENOUGH!” The bellowing head voice shouted, and the others all fell silent. “Lord Sharp Ears. Is what you've said true, without embellishment?”

“Yes Lord Force, it is as I have said, without jest, or fault in my information.” Silence. Silence fell over the chamber. But soon, Lord Force; head of the Die Leucht Council, began chuckling, it rose soon into a deafening roar of jubilant barks of genuine laughter. None of the others joined.

After a few more moments, Lord Force calmed down, and gathered himself. “So...she lives?”

“Yes...Milord.”

“...Good....”

[ $ ]

Luna looked over Horn from the top of Horn Keep, and, surprisingly; with the reinstated Lord Horn standing behind her, once more garbed in his finery. “I cannot believe this...that we were so easily fooled by these monsters.” Lord Horn huffed out his nose with anger as he looked down along with the Lunar Goddess to see her golems, known as Loaders, working around the city, rapidly aiding in the reconstruction, and in the yard, he could see the princess's personal golem; Lunar Reflection in a full suit of blackened steel armor, inspecting soldiers, and occasionally either having one detained, or liberally executing them on the spot with her bare hands by ripping their head from their shoulders. “These constructs, gifts from your mother from beyond, they are both terrifying and inspiring.”

“Lunar is an example of the finer sort, the rest of the simpler kind are meant for more menial things such as grunt work and open warfare. While they are indeed from my mother, they are not from the mother whom birthed me. I wish that it did not come to this Lord Horn. I especially wish that we had not wasted so many lives pointlessly.” Luna shook her head sadly, and grunted as she shifted her breastplate. It was getting tight....

“Indeed. You have my backing, but trying to convince king Minos of a ceasefire and even more of an alliance is going to be a struggle and a half. He would demand restitution for all the poor taurs lost in this conflict. And we both know; he will not find any monetary compensation enough.” Lord Horn then looked to the Loaders helping fix a home near the keep. “But, in bodies....”

“...I'll consider it. The organization that supplies them would be willing to sell us more, but we need to get things in order with them.” 'Blast, how fast are my breasts producing? It's different for every mare, but Elders....' Luna hissed as she loosened the straps on her shoulders for a bit more give in her chestplate, and Lord Horn was not oblivious.

“Oh? You are with child Princess? You should not be putting yourself in such risk.” Lord Horn's assumption was perfectly understandable, and Luna sighed.

“I am not with foal Lord Horn, but I am lactating due to having nursed my adopted niece during my last visit home. But that isn't important. What is important is that we convince Lord Minos that there are traitors in his court, and that-.” Luna was interrupted by a minotaur giving a mournful bellowing moo that could be heard across the city, and Lord Horn gasped as if he had been struck. “Lord Horn, what was-?” Luna went unanswered, and instead Lord Horn and it seemed every single minotaur in the city raised their heads high and mooed mournfully, tears running from the old bull's eyes. “What is going on?!”

Lord Horn bellowed for a few moments more, and then when he ceased, the city had fallen deathly quiet, every minotaur in sight visibly wilted, some even sat where they were or leaned despondently into the nearest wall. “It...it is the Mourning Moo...it is an ancient magical impulse to be done the moment the most saddening thing to happen for our country could ever happen.”

“What are you saying?” Luna asked worriedly, as the massive bull plopped to his flanks, and buried his face in his massive hands.

“The King has passed....”

[ $ ]

Celestia sat in her now bricked-in office, a cradle having been added in the corner for little foal Chrysalis to sleep. It'd been a whole day and she'd seen neither hide, hair, scale, shell, or whatever else Avarice had for his appearance. She blushed whenever she heard a dragon's roar of pleasure from the forest below, and they'd happened numerous times over the course of a whole night into the early morning. Whatever her mother did to Sonata, it was working way too well.

Tia was mostly irritated about how her bricked in office had to have a small hole for her magically sent messages to leave out of, and she now had to receive her messages via guard through her doors. It was so much easier to just do it all through the window. Damn assassins.

Tia was interrupted from her musings and her writing out another approval for her admiral's requisitions from the royal treasury to fund more ships for the fleets by little Chrysalis wailing from her crib. “Oh dear, again? It's only been an hour.” Tia quickly stood and approached the crying foal, picking the little dear up in her arms before exposing her left breast, and the little thing immediately set to satisfying her seemingly endless hunger, latching onto her nipple to suckle eagerly. 'Just how much can a changeling foal eat? And she doesn't even poop!'

Celestia was baffled by the morphology of changelings, but for all she knew it was little Chrysalis's Plaga genes that made her body completely process everything ingested into energy. That was something to be thankful for she guessed, little Chrysalis had no anus to speak of, but still had the shape and rear to suggest she should've had one. Tia even carefully peeled off the foal's soft chitin bottom to check the light green flesh underneath, and indeed she had no butt hole.

She was definitely a she however, but lacked a urethra to pee from, so no liquid waste either. Tia smiled lovingly however as she watched the sparkling slit green eyes of the foal look up at her while she suckled her milk. “You're lucky I have so much milk to give, or you'd be going hungry.” Tia walked back to her chair, and sat down as she held the nursing foal while using her magic to continue working on her paperwork.

It seemed to Celestia, from what she'd been able to observe; that changelings are sustained by pure love, but for this little Queen Plagaling, she only needed love for sustenance while an egg and possibly while in the womb, but needed exclusively proteins once hatched, possibly until they can begin harvesting love again. And breast milk was rich in protein. Tia hissed when she realized the tiny dear had actually drained her left breast, making her gawk at the fussing little dear before she revealed her other breast as well and let her drink from there. 'Goodness! My G-cups should hold at least almost a half-gallon of milk each! How is she processing it so fast?!'

Tia was distracted from the still hungrily nursing foal by a guard entering, and pausing at seeing his princess exposed and nursing. Again. “Faust...how much can that little thing drink?” He asked in bewilderment. Seeing his goddess topless had been something to get used to, but the stallion was more impressed with how such a small thing could obviously drink so much fluid.

“Apparently at least half a gallon.” Tia responded with a cheeky grin, feeling proud of the fact as she'd actually measured a breast last night when she felt it fill up. “What do you have for me?” The guard quickly got over the matronly buxom mare's nudity and strode forward with a scroll, his ears wilted.

“I bring sad news from Bullgaria.”

Tia, curious about why Luna would send a message and not come herself as she was wont to do, she magically took the scroll in her grasp and unsealed it before reading, and her ears also wilted. “Oh dear...King Minos is dead, and the timing...it could only mean one thing.” Celestia sighed, looking down at the foal who had once again dozed off while suckling her nipple, and she gently detached the little adorable parasite before standing and moving to tuck her back in her cradle before covering herself once again. “Thank you, you are dismissed.”

The guard saluted before striding to the door and closing it softly to avoid distressing the filly foal. Celestia then returned to her desk, and continued with her paperwork. It was hard, sitting here, when the world outside crumbled. But this was her duty, and she had a responsibility to far, far more than herself. Tia rubbed her tummy, smiling softly as she continued her task.

[ $ ]

It was far beyond cliché at this point, but once again Avarice found himself slowly waking up somewhere with little idea of how he got there. 'Hell, damn it...it's like I'm a chronic alcoholic.'

{Only our poison is sex. Oh, hell...we went at it like jackrabbits all afternoon and night.}

'I don't even want to know how many times, I just know I'm sore, tired, and very, VERY fulfilled.' He weakly cracked his eyes open, finding as he expected; the dragoness android curled up with him, only she seemed to be even more intimately entwined with him than last time. This time, she was literally laying atop him, her neck crossed over his, her left cheek nestled against his own left cheek, her even larger breasts pressed so firmly against his pecs they pancaked as her claws were wrapped around his neck and right armpit. In fact, he was STILL IN HER! They must've passed out the last go or something, and her legs were limply straddled around his hips as their tails were coiled as close to their bases as possible all the way to the tips. 'Holy hell...we...whoa...coming back to me. We didn't just have sex...we made LOVE...that's the only way I can think of for a position like this to happen.'

{And unlike last time, where her reactions actually seemed simulated, this time she actually acutely responded to stimulus. She squealed, roared, actually seemed to gasp and pant for breath. Why would she need to do that?} Crescent asked as Avarice tried to shift, only for the android to mumble and tighten all her holds on him, even her vagina on his flaccid member. {OW! Yeah, that's new!}

“Ugh...Sonata...Sonata wake up.” Avarice nuzzled her, trying to get her to respond, only for her to mumble. “C'mon, get up. You can't seriously be tired, you're a robot. A very realistic one, but a robot nonetheless.”

“Mmph...can't...energy stores...low...generators still filling batteries....” Sonata's velvety voice responded groggily. “So...tired....”

“I tired you out? Holy shit. Talk about stamina.” Avarice commented as he grunted and tried to get up with the dead weight of a dense and very sophisticated android atop him. The most she did to help is shift off to the side, and he helped lower her to the forest floor but had to roll on top of her since they were still joined by their groins, and he realized that they were in the lush forest at the bottom of the cliff. “Whoa...I didn't even have the patience to find a real bed?”

“No...pushed you too hard.” Sonata responded weakly as she limply tried to uncoil her tail from his, but he helped by unwrapping her slender tail from his own by carefully moving his thicker, stronger tail from around her thin, whip-like tail. “Thank you....”

“No problem...but.” Avarice's tone got her to open her eyes weakly, he was over her, claws on either side of her head, and she could still feel his weight on her pelvis. He was grinning sheepishly, and gestured his head down, and she slowly lifted her head until she saw the issue.

“Oh....” He was still in her. Stuck from the looks of it. Her vaginal “muscles” were holding him in, and it wasn't for a few seconds before she remembered why, and widened her eyes. “Oh! Hold on.” Sonata grunted as all kinds of streams of text and other data flew across her eyes, and then gawked when she paused on a certain thread of data. “W-WHAT?! B-but I didn't turn it on!”

“What're you talking about? Is this part of your update? Is something faulty?” Avarice asked in worry. He wasn't interested in possibly having to rip his own dick off to get out of a literal “man-eating snatch”. Sure, he could regenerate it, but the pain wasn't something he was looking forward to experiencing.

“Y-yes, something is faulty, but it isn't what's keeping you in me, hold on.” Avarice's hips suddenly launched off her when the gentle pressure he'd been exerting to leave her baby canal was released from her no longer clamping onto him, and he grunted at the sudden jerk as his black member dripped in her lube and a little of his cum leaked from her. “Avarice...I...I have some news.”

“What?” He asked as his member retreated into it's sheathe. 'Gonna need another bath. I don't want to have to put my tongue in that again if I can help it.'

“...I'm pregnant.” Sonata's completely out-of-the-blue statement was a shocker. Especially for one simple thing.

“BUT YOU'RE AN ANDROID!” 'WHAT THE FUCK?! Is this the real update?! Machines that can reproduce?! Holy shit! This is Von Neumann mechanical reproduction isn't it?!' Avarice gawked as the sheepish dragoness smiled nervously and sheepishly.

“My update...it initialized the test version of the Von Neumann System. Mother's theory is that-.” Sonata stopped, seeing Avarice clearly not caring for the finer details of the process. “Right, too technical. Basically; I can now process the biological seed of a donor with the artificial ovum of my supposed species. But it was only supposed to work if I turned it on. Otherwise it simply made me more...alive I suppose you could say. I already had a soul from Mother plucking me from the ether, and now I have a body as close to alive as possible. But for some reason it worked regardless, even though it was supposed to be off. Now I'm registering seven confirmed fertilized eggs....”

Avarice gawked at her, and she blushed as she looked between her massive breasts to her slightly bulging tummy, which still had his baby batter in her. “Seven? Oh gosh. Ichor had five and that was before being altered...am I just so damn fertile? I know I've been enhanced by Desire's Art, but seven?”

“Yes. Your sperm count is ridiculously high. It's actually almost more sperm than semen. Don't worry. I can easily handle any number of eggs. So I'm not going to be at risk. But I'll have to hold them to term for the next six months.” Sonata informed with a saddened tone. “I'm so sorry master. I didn't mean to saddle you with-.”

“DON'T YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE!” Avarice roared at her, getting her to flinch. “Not your fault. More Faust's fault really, giving you a test version that wasn't completed. Then again, more realistic this way now I think it. Damn. Now I won't be able to have sex with you for a while, and I might get dangerously randy again later.”

“Why do you say that?” Sonata asked curiously, making Avarice blink. “I can have as much sex as either of us want. I'm a dragon. My eggs are only vulnerable to the most ridiculously powerful of traumas. That aside...well, watch.” Sonata used her claws to emphasize the curve of her abdomen, and Avarice notice it shrinking down, but nothing was coming out of her womanhood. “My new systems can process the dead bio-matter directly into nutrients and energy for the eggs. So, you can still have sex with me, but I don't know if you'd just be adding more eggs or not since to protect the unborn my systems can ONLY break down dead matter and fresh sperm is very much alive, I'll have to talk to mother about this....”

Avarice blinked, and then suddenly remembered he had important shit to do! “That's right! I need to know how things went! You set me off before anything could be confirmed, so let's get dressed and head on up.” Avarice then quickly found his pants, he was surprised they hadn't been destroyed in his primal state. He took a bit to find his thong, but that too was intact. Vagabond must've truly spread himself to these other articles of clothing. Feeling a need to test this, Avarice reached into his left pocket, but it was just a pocket like the outside pockets of Vagabond's main body. 'Hm...I'll have to get with him on that later.'

“Um....” Avarice looked back to his partner who actually was flushing in embarrassment as she tried to put her breastplate back on. Note; tried. “Oh no....” Sonata bit her lower lip as she tried to squeeze her breasts into her breastplate still, while threads of data ran across her eyes. “No! This isn't fair! The milk production glands have activated already, and I can't turn them off!”

Avarice could see the problem now; her breasts were even BIGGER than before now! II-Cups! “Damn it, Faust needs to do some tuning. All these malfunctions are a huge problem for you.”

“And they'll only get bigger!” Sonata fretted, looking at her glorious chest orbs. “I wouldn't mind, if I didn't need to fly! Having such a disproportionate shape will make flying dangerous.” Sonata then used her levitation magic to attach the rest of her outer chassis, but she hovered her breastplate over her II-Cup mams. “I'll have to...milk myself down to size....” Sonata grunted as she began kneading her breasts, and she flushed and panted as she worked herself up, her lighter gray areola and nipples began to visibly engorge, and she squeaked as she twirked her nipples, and began to express her milk in a steady stream.

Avarice was turned away, panting, desperately trying to rein himself in from having witnessed something so hot. 'Damn you Faust! Are you trying to use me as a breeding machine for your own testing?' It was for a rather intense and heavy minute that Sonata panted, moaned, and squeezed her milk out until she could finally get her breastplate on.

“R-ready!” Sonata said, completely embarrassed by having had to do that due to a malfunction. Avarice then wordlessly took her claw in one of his, and looked at her in concern. “I'm fine. Just...very frustrated and flustered about this happening.”

“Alright then, let's go before you outgrow your chassis.” Avarice and Sonata then flew up the cliff to the castle, and landed in the garden where they made their way inside. “We'll need to see Tia about what went down for the deal before we can see about getting you tuned. Is that okay?”

“I'll manage, but I'll need an extra-large robe soon, my breasts are already pinching in my breastplate.” Sonata griped as she fidgeted her breasts about, some of them slipping from the once-perfectly fitting armor, giving some cleavage. “Oh no....”

“I'm sure Tia must have something big enough. She's nowhere near our size, but she must have some loose nightgowns that could at least cover your breasts.” Avarice reasoned as they began climbing up to the floor with Tia's office. It was mid-day, so it only made sense for her to be there. The two dragons did pause though, at the sight of Solar Radiance in a full suit of bronzed steel armor that completely covered her from horn to hoof giving commands to several Loaders of three varied types.

“-If you've found a breach, you have my permission to seal it. I don't care if you have to cave it in, just make sure nothing can come in from under our hooves!” Solar ordered the Sgt Loader, which then saluted with a hand.

“YES MA'AM! TO THE CONFERENCE HALL BOTS! WE HAVE A BREACH TO SEAL!” The Sgt then rapidly spun around, and began quickly trudging past the two dragons, who while still taller than the 9-foot Loaders that filed past, both felt rather impressed at the inherent intimidation factor they presented. Sonata, not having been activated until recently, was also rather impacted by her simpler cousins.

“Ah, unit Sonata. I suppose congratulation are in order.” Solar said haughtily, her full-helm making her voice echo a little more than usual as her magenta eyes flashed in the eye-slits of her visor. “Hm...that is not good....”

“Indeed it is not. Ugh....” Sonata's breastplate shifted forward some more, her breasts being squeezed by the constraining armor. “My milk glands are too active, I need release or a loose garment.”

“I shall aid you sister. Avarice; Mistress is in her office. Convene with her while I aid my malfunctioning sister.” Solar quickly moved down the hall they'd just come down, and Sonata mouthed an apology to Avarice before she promptly followed after her smaller sister.

'I hope Solar can help for now. Sonata shouldn't have to be dealing with these kinds of problems.' Avarice then jogged to Tia's office, and it was at the doors that he paused, and looked around. He felt...naked...oddly naked even though he's wearing pants. 'Where's Vagabond?'

{I don't know...I feel...oddly alone...vulnerable...is this what it's like when he's away from us for so long?}

'No...I was without him for two months once and never felt like this. I hope nothing's wrong.' Avarice then entered, and wasn't at all bothered by how Tia was bared to the world again, feeding his daughter again. “Wow, just how much can she drink?”

“Enough to drain a breast, which holds at least half a gallon. My poor chest is practically straining to keep up.” Tia joked, yet was serious as well. “Your daughter is quite the thirsty dear, demanding to be fed nearly every hour.”

“I can only express my gratitude for you being so kind and generous to do this for her.” Avarice expressed earnestly, and Tia smiled at him.

“I can only express my joy at doing this. At most, I had not expected to be doing this for another 11 months.” Celestia replied, looking lovingly at the little buggy foal who had finished, and was now yawning, so Tia got up from her chair and set Chrysalis in her crib again. “I swear though, I might need to take up Solar's offer to switch off for a bit. I need time for my sore nipples to recover, and my breasts to refill. I'm practically empty.” Tia's claim seemed unlikely though, since her breasts didn't have any sag to them. Then again, Avarice noted that no mare's breasts he saw had much of any sag.

{Doctors claim that the natural magic that flows through us all naturally provides some rejuvenation properties, you'll only see sag in very elderly ponies or other peoples. It's mostly why Star Swirl has been alive for so long, his body is just so replete with magic his aging slowed.} Crescent helpfully supplied, making Avarice glad for that. Tia was centuries old, he knew that, but she was a goddess, and he didn't want to think of him being at fault for depreciating her beauty in any way.

“You might have a volunteer then. Faust's 'update' for Sonata has caused several malfunctions. For one; she's now pregnant with seven eggs, and her breasts are rapidly filling with milk to the point she can't even wear her breastplate.” Avarice informed in irritation, and Celestia blinked, before widening her eyes at realizing she'd forgotten to check something and casting a spell on her hands, before hovering them over her abdomen, and she beamed in excitement.

“Six! I-I'm pregnant with six foals!” Tia's genuinely excited reaction surprised Avarice. She was going to get huge, and she was happy about it? “Wow~! You really ARE fertile! Getting me this pregnant through contraceptive spells AND attempting to actively prevent it.” Tia complimented, feeling even happier and Avarice blushed as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Geez...you all make it sound like being a baby making machine is a good thing....” Avarice commented in embarrassment, and Tia giggled as she held her hands to her tummy, imagining herself full of life.

“It is. In our culture anyway. I don't know about Griffonia, but here, Bullgaria, and in Saddle Arabia; males as potent as you are sought after. Sure, your potency now is caused by enhancement, but not even Desire's Art has such a drastically impressive standard for multiples. You already had that capacity, it just increased your likelihood of helping gift a female with more children.” Celestia stated, before she turned to the side, and opened a drawer in her desk to retrieve the beacon. “But enough about that, we have plenty of time to be concerned with foals at a later date. What needs done is that this beacon needs taken to the largest island of the Wither Archipelago.”

Celestia then laid out a map of Equestria, and then pointed to a small chain of large islands far off the west coast. “So there, is where I call Faust, and get things started up.” Avarice guessed, pointing to the largest island of the chain, furthest south. 'Geez, it looks like the Hawaiian islands.'

{From what your memories are telling me, there seems to be a lot of creepy similarities between your world and ours.}

“Yes. Only call mom then. She was very clear that the next time the beacon is used, is that it's on the largest island.” Celestia clarified, and Avarice hissed in irritation; Sonata needed help NOW, not later!

“Guess I'd better get flying...holding this thing I guess. Wherever Vagabond is, I can't feel him right now, so calling him is out. I'll just have to do it the normal way.” Avarice took the beacon from Celestia's hands, and it flashed with a red “warning” sign, meaning it wasn't going to work even if he tried anyway, and he sighed. “Locked me out until I reach the destination? Fine. I'm going Tia.”

“Fly well Avarice.” Tia then opened her wings and hovered up to him, putting her hands to his cheeks as she kissed him, and he returned her affection. When they broke off, she looked him in the eyes with love he could tangibly feel. “Be safe my stallion.”

“I will my mare.” Avarice kissed her again, and she hummed into his lips before they broke apart again, and he turned to leave.

Tia landed gently as she shamelessly watching his firm rear and tail, her own tail twitching, causing her flowing pink ether hair to flicker. “Hmph. I can't wait until my foals stabilize enough for me to have some of that again....”

Author's Notes:

What's this?! Faust has made living machines! They already had souls, but now they can bring life into the world too!

Faust, that sneaky goddess, planning to use that technology to "get busy" with Jack I'll bet.