Author's Notes:

Sorry for the delay, got busy. Two crossovers in a row, whew, I'm tired. As a warning, got a bit out-of-hand this session again, beware raunchiness.

The Crossover with Dox "here" is chronologically before this.

This is the awaited arrival of Hyperion essentially in-force courtesy of Hyperion

No Refunds.

Avarice panted, his tongue lolling out as he strained to keep his pace over the ocean and maintain his heading. If he didn't have Crescent, he'd be hopelessly lost. {Avarice, buck, just rest on a cloud! You can stand on them!}

'I refuse to...accept...that!' Avarice barked back mentally, but a sudden downdraft almost knocking him out of the air led him to desperately seek out a nearby cloud which he crashed bodily into, leaving an imprint. 'Huh...hey...this is nice....'

{Ugh, should've LISTENED to me!} Crescent griped. Avarice had been flying west for two days now, and he'd only stopped and rested on the ground below, rather than use the clouds that Crescent kept insisting were viable platforms because shared memories or not; Avarice still clung to some key beliefs of his old world, and one of those was that clouds are just condensed water vapor.

'Well sorry if I'm from a world where magic does not exist, and all of this is more than enough to piss me off.' Avarice replied, feeling silly that he was still hard-headed about some things. Like that time magic smithing with Dox. He was still pissed about how that damn Portal Matrix defied ALL logic of his craft, especially with the instant PERFECT casting. Now here he was, an anthro dragon resting on a cloud. 'Are we there yet?'

{We get there WHEN WE GET THERE! If you'd just take it easy, you wouldn't be so tired. Damn taur-headed idiot, listen to the thestral here huh?}

'Ugh...I just want to get there so I can get Faust to fix Sonata. I don't even want to imagine what kind of danger her chassis could be in.' Avarice then envisioned the poor android's breasts filling with milk until the stress levels of her life-like flesh would give, and the rupture would cause all kinds of feedback, that for all he knew could send her new “nervous system” into shock, causing him to shudder with worry.

{Hey, I'm worried too y'know. You're fucked up you know that? Falling in love with a soul-infused golem. Thanks for that. I feel what you feel too.} Crescent was just baffled how Avarice wore his heart on his sleeve. He willingly gave it to anyone who would accept him, regardless of whether they'd break it or not. {You need to seriously stop sharing your heart with every female who cares...even in some way. Not even that Demir mare doesn't have you imprinted on her.}

'She's off-limits. Friend-zoned. I've placed her on a pedestal. I find her attractive, of course, but I'm happy that she's in a relationship...speaking of which...after this and ensuring Sonata doesn't die, I need to visit her, see how she's doing. Maybe offer her a job with Hyperion if Jack and her own superiors are cool with it. I'm sure she could help come up with cool design theories.' Avarice mused as he idly flapped his wings, scooting the small wild cloud forward in the direction of his heading, and seeing a chance to both progress and rest, continued to lazily flap his wings.

{Hey, there we go! Caught on to the Lay-Z-Colt method. Now just relax, let your reflexes move us forward while you cool down your flight muscles.} Avarice hummed in contention with the idea as he laid prone out on the cloud, sighing in relief as he nuzzled the still locked-out Hyperion Acquisition Beacon.

'I'll just do this for a bit, I'm sure Sonata's managed to find a way to cope until she can be fixed.'

[ $ ]

Sonata was seated in a very comfortable chair in Celestia’s office, relaxing as much as she could. Which was a considerable challenge, considering the damned Q-Cup breasts she was currently sporting under a damn sheet of a baby-blue nightgown practically sitting in her own lap. She groaned in discomfort as she felt her chest continue it's slow but determined pace outward. “It's been two days~! I can't take this much more!”

“I understand Sonata, but Chrysalis is full right now, and we don't have anything that can relieve you more properly.” Celestia placated with sadness at the android's suffering. She'd been milking herself constantly, and after her breasts just got so ridiculously huge, she started personally feeding Chrysalis instead of Tia. It helped, but even Chrysalis's constant hourly intake only managed to slow the dragoness's persistent artificial milk glands. “I mean, you're not the only one.” Since Tia had gone the past two days without breastfeeding, her boobs had kept producing in anticipation of continuing to provide for such a needy foal/foals. Her production wasn't anything to gawk at, but it wasn't so ridiculously drastic as the poor dragoness. She'd gone up a whole size to H-Cup, and felt her glands settle since she hadn't been feeding, so they slowed down.

“Lucky born-alive mare...at least your body understands when to stop.” Nothing Sonata or Solar tried would shut down her malfunctioning artificial glands, and since Solar wasn't programmed for the detail work that Sonata was, she couldn't manually do anything to help other than either help milk her or even feed from her to add to her batteries. Solar's glands were an older model too, so they couldn't even use her software to try and fix Sonata's due to incompatibility that could make things even worse or do nothing at all.

“It is several months travel by hoof and sea, days travel by air. They simply have not yet arrived sister, do not begrudge Foreman Avarice for his tardiness.” Solar stated from her spot next to Tia and the crib holding the napping Chrysalis.

“I know that. It's just...THESE things!” Sonata squeezed each side of her gigantic breasts together, and her engorged areola and nipples gushed milk, soaking the thin nightgown transparent, making her blush in embarrassment with a sigh. “They're such a hassle...I love being huge, but there's a limit...I'd enjoy it if I actually had control over it, but I don't, so it's frustrating rather than pleasant.”

“I completely understand. Going up a size, well, I never thought myself at all short in the chest department, but I'm still quite pleased to see them filling out more.” Tia confirmed she felt similar about her own situation, and Sonata smiled back at the positive mare. Until Luna burst through the doors with a surprise.

“Sister! I...oh.” Luna and Sonata were both gaping at each other, both for the same reason, and Celestia was especially shocked. “Hmph...took my thunder already golem?” Luna was in a great lavish dark blue gown of minotaur make, but it didn't hide her expansive chest, especially since she had shamelessly positioned the front to barely cover any of her great heaving Q-Cup boulders, which on her smaller frame compared to the other two, made them seem even bigger. Actually, scratch that. All three of the office's inhabitants could see she was now easily as tall as Celestia. “And here I thought going through a growth spurt would've tickled my sister pink. You weren't kidding about me being a late bloomer sister. It really explains why I didn't get as tall as you or mother when we had the same sire.”

“AH~! Luna! I'm so happy for you~!” Tia squealed as she flew through the room to gently tackle her younger sister into a hug. “It just took you experiencing the more maternal aspects to wake up those sleeping growth hormones.”

“Or, perhaps Mistress Luna merely is a late bloomer...scans indicate that delayed genetic development was the cause. Hormonal surges unlocked final great period of growth. Previous statement redacted; Mistress Celestia is correct.” Solar supplied from her spot, and Sonata sighed in relief.

'Maybe NOT being the biggest in at least SOME area will be a nice change.' Sonata suddenly felt a rapid dripping into her lap, and growled at feeling her breasts overflow and start growing again. “DAMN IT!”

[ $ ]

It was another day of sailing west on a cloud when Avarice realized something serious. He hadn't eaten or used the restroom for a long time now. He was concerned, but he wasn't hungry, thirsty, or in need to use the facilities. However, his answer came in the form of remembering the...sensation, of interacting with the women in his life, both sexually and platonically. He realized then that he'd actually been passively feeding off of their love for him. He felt so pleased by this he actually started giddily beating his wings to get this set up so he could get back for some loving, either way said loving came to him was fine in his book. He could use some non-sexual interaction.

{Agreed. We've been alone for a few days, we're actually NOT having our head stuck between our thighs, AND we've had plenty of time to think things through. We needed this trip.} Crescent agreed amiably. {Hey! Look down!}

Avarice did, and was extremely happy to see the islands! They were huge, easily like the real Hawaiian Islands from his world. However his joy was suddenly turned to confusion, and fear. “There's...there's a small village down there!”

Avarice was both surprised, and angry. He could see the little mud, branch, and leaf huts slightly inland from the shore of the largest island which was both the furthest south, and east, making it the first one he'd be going to conveniently. {But the Princess said these islands were uninhabited!}

'That's a very, very small village...and there are a lot of small boats down there...they must've just come here from their homeland, seeking a home, like the Polynesian people of my world who left Tahiti...Equestria wasn't supposed to be coming back here for centuries at least if that's the case!' Avarice suddenly felt conflicted...this was these people's new home...but....

{Let's fly to the nearest island besides this one, see if anyone's settled there yet. We'll try and contact Faust, tell her the situation.} Crescent stated, and Avarice felt that it was the most reasonable action to take. He didn't want to take these people's home from them, but Equestria, and so many others needed Hyperion's presence to keep Die Leucht from snuffing out the Goddesses of the Sky.

Flying over the Big Island, feeling the heat from the active volcano still slowly spewing lava down its slopes, Avarice aimed for the second largest island which happened to be the next island. It was, also, ironically, more suitable in his mind despite it being only a quarter the size of the Big Island at most, since it had two smaller volcanoes on the southeast and northwest ends of the island, so that meant more potential access to geothermal energy than the Big Island's big single volcano still actively spewing lava. And then there was the fact that due to the two sources of earth; the island was covered in valleys, especially the massive stretch of land between the two ends of the island.

{There, that flat area near center of the island. It seems a good spot for obvious reasons, we can just move the beacon if they don’t think it’s in a good spot right?} Crescent asked, but Avarice wasn’t sure, he looked at the glowing blue-white beacon he’d been holding for days now, and the warning sign had turned green instead.

‘Well, the beacon finds this place okay. I just hope we can talk to Faust about getting Sonata fixed.’ Before Avarice could set it down, he suddenly found a claw on his shoulder, and he gasped as he span around, and found Vagabond waving at him several paces away, his other glove was still resting on his shoulder. “Don’t, DO that! Where have you been?!”

Vagabond moved his hands about in sign language again, saying “around” but Avarice clearly got it and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, be a smartass. Good thing you’re here, I’m going to need to fetch Sonata in a bit if things go right.” Avarice then stepped up to a nice little upraised section of rock, and set the beacon down. “Hyperion Acquisition Beacon. I have reached a suitable location, but have dire need to speak to someone able to perform emergency maintenance on unit Sonata.”

“Location confirmed suitable. Deploying H.O.M.A.G.E Unit.” The beacon chimed off, digistructing into being an Earth pony Chassis, with a rather gun metal tone of color with grey glowing optics coming to life the moment after the process completed. Wearing a standard Hyperion suit it seemed, which said claptrap looking quite male as for build.

Taking a moment to take in his surroundings the claptrap gave a mocking sigh before fishing out what looked to be a fashionable grey reflecting set of glasses before giving a cursory once over of Avarice. “Hmmm, by first impressions you give off the tone of unprofessionalism. Your stance and possible gaite show that you are clearly stressed over a personal issue, added into the dossier of your personality and likelihood of choices it would pertain to childbearing or current child bearing mates.” He spoke clearly in a dry tone, with what a bored office worker or a psychiatrist would.

Holding up a fine appearance of a robotic hand to continue. “Likely due to said unprofessionalism i will have to instruct you on proper pronunciations to ensure such mistakes are at the least marginally reduced.” Lowering said hand before adjusting his glasses stating this in a emotionless business tone. “This Unit’s line was specifically designed to run most of the future Off-site’s operations, I would be under the acronym name of H.O.M.A.G.E. To which the ‘pun’ of my line’s name is to honor one who is to become my foreman. Which for lacking intelligence would be referred to as; Hyperion, Off-site, Manager, Actuary, General, Enhancement.”

“Yeah, I don’t do mouthfuls, and I don’t do etiquette. If someone wishes to deal with me, they’re going to be on the straight and narrow or I’m not going to pay any attention. So, Homage, no acronyms or lessons on manners; I’m all business right now. You’re right, I am stressed about a couple of things. Firstly, yes, Sonata is pregnant, and the boss lady’s update to her is making her malfunction in awkward and potentially dangerous ways. Secondly.” Avarice then thumbed behind him towards the smoking volcano of the Big Island. “THAT is the promised island for the Offsite Facility, but since these islands have been discovered; someone has already started a village there. I haven’t gotten in close yet, since I don’t know if they’re hostile or not, but I had to set the beacon down sooner rather than later, and this island...fuck it; Valley Island, has two volcanoes instead of just one active one, along with plenty of terrain, so I had to check if it was good for our arrangement.”

Homage lowered his reflective fashionable shades, giving Avarice a long look as lines of code streamed over his grey glowing irises flicking them towards said larger island. A moment later five Jet Loaders were digistructed into existence before turning into their flight mode, flying up to circle the current island as new lines appeared in his sight before starting a holographic image on his now raised palm for Avarice to see the 3D map. “It would seem you are not a mindless meatsack, cautionary approaches often result in favorable odds when encountering a potentially hostile or friendly local populace. For the former I would suggest a strike team to eliminate any soldiers of resistance and for the former without a ready standby force in case it devolves.”

“I doubt I’ll actually need reinforcements unless they’ve got a few squads of soldiers hidden in the trees. Boss Lady must not’ve told you all about me, but seriously; I can’t focus knowing Sonata’s breasts might explode from her new glands constantly filling them faster than she can relieve the pressure. Are you currently able to send her to the Boss Lady?” Avarice asked worriedly, and Homage let out a mock sigh in exasperation.

Giving Avarice a cold hard machine glare, that would normally make anypony wonder if he was killing them with his eyes only to relent as his gaze refocused upon the updating view of the map marking possible deposits of mining materials. “If you bring that glitching unit before me i can correct the errors in a timely manner, though manual draining of fluids will be required to bring them down to preferable cup size. But this is cutting into our schedule for mapping and construction.” Returning that same glare as it shifted to Vagabond, as if prompting him to hurry the action along tapping a digital timer.

Vagabond promptly “appeared” literally within Homage’s space, practically draping over him as his empty ether hood bared down on the impetulant robot. “Know your place, worm.” The almost nonexistent whisper sent a tremor of actual, genuine fear through the otherwise impersonal and professional mech. He should’ve listened to Faust’s warnings about the golem.

“Vagabond, stop antagonizing the steward. We need his help and I don’t want you shooting him in the face or something.” Avarice chided, and Vagabond backed off, his gestures signaling an apology and bashfulness. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just fetch Sonata would you? We need her here if we’re going to get on with things.” ‘It’s been almost a week, I hope she’s-HOLY GARBAGE TRUCK ON A TUESDAY!’

Avarice was gawking in utter shock at the sight of Sonata, and even Homage blinked in surprise, his restrained emotions having a bit of flutter at the unexpected sight. “Well...I can understand your trepidation now.”

“Shut up and fix me!” Sonata screamed, being pinned to the ground by literal boulders of simulated flesh. Her breasts were the size of giant exercise balls, constantly leaking milk from her huge engorged nipples through little metal tubes that had been shoved through her swollen shut nipples. “I can feel my scales trying to split!”

Homage mock sighed once more before recollecting himself, proceeding with an overall scan before his hands begin to split apart into three digits from each robotic finger that were like the hands of those advanced station droids from Star Wars, like mechanical spiders disguised as hands. Awesome, since they were made to rework things. Approaching closer to Sonata, Homage gave Avarice a look before kneeling down and reaching under the pinned dragoness to peel back a hidden compartment connecting to her stomach just beneath the connection point of her breasts. “Hold Unit Sonata still for delicate code adjustment and drainage.”

Avarice was about to move to do so when two of the Jet Loaders suddenly landed roughly on either end of the worried android. The one behind her pinned her legs and tail while the one in front grasped her claws and she could feel it looking at her with a sense of comfort as it squeezed gently. Her cousins were so much more alive than most would consider. “J-just get it over with. I don’t think I can-AH~!” Sonata screamed as stress lines formed on her breasts.

Homage worked one of his extension cables from his dark gray mane into her main spinal network system, the connection of his ‘cold’ presence slipping inside left the feeling of a calculated distant touch as he began a forced reset of her techno-organic mammary glands, releasing the build up through the normal channels of her forced-open nipples and the emergency aux channels in her body that were being used to direct her milk out between her legs giving the appearance of having pissed herself through her groin armor with some even forced from her draconic maw, her gargling at realizing this and began drinking it to gain some power, all the while Homage’s optics were glossed over with lines of code washing downwards over his view. Fixing the error before force testing the results for proper alignment of two cup-sizes larger than factory delivery if pregnant for organic satisfaction.

Within several minutes, Sonata’s breasts shrunk down and the tightening nipples pinched the bronze tubes, but before they could get stuck the Loader that had been holding her hands quickly shot his hands to her nipples and pulled them out, which she grunted in thanks for through her drinking. Soon enough, her breasts were finally reduced down to J cups, and she sighed in relief as the emergency channels stopped moving her milk out, and her nipples returned to normal. “OH~...I NEVER want to do that again...well...maybe not anytime soon….” ‘Mother, being so FULL was a thrill, but never THAT full again.’ “Homage, since you’re in me right now, could you check to make sure nothing else is wrong?”

A flicker of code answered her verbal query that momentarily passed her optics’ vision, continuing with a system wide check even going so far as to diagnose the condition of Sonata’s eggs, earning a prompt into her optics stating there was an irregularity with one egg. With the following message of ‘It is likely a variation due to the earlier coding malfunctions that may bring about errors that need observation if it hatches.’ The IF part sent a chill through Sonata, and she let out a few tears as she sniffled.

After several minutes more of double checking results with Sonata, Homage finally disconnected from her systems before his cable retracted like a snake back up into his mane in a smooth ‘combed’ style. “Diagnostic reports are completed with repairs to coding issues, there is a 23% increase of tail functionality due to a recent update in prehensile ligament operation.”

“Thanks Homage...I...I need to lie down...Vagabond?” Sonata asked, the tears in her eyes worrying Avarice, but she shook her head at him. ‘He doesn’t need to know...not yet….’ Vagabond knew what she was hiding, and decided to help her, he quickly helped her to her feet, and she entered his coat.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Avarice demanded, narrowing his glowing red dragon eyes at Homage as the Earth Pony Claptrap regarded him in that same clinically cold look.

Taking off his fashionable shade, looking down at them for a moment as his response gave out seemed odd enough. “Due to the particulars and other pressing issues at hand, it may be advised that vital setup begins as delays in such action will leave us vulnerable. But for when matters at hand are taken care of; seek counsel with your Companion Unit Sonata for when she is ready.” The slight glimmer of sympathy shown in those dull gray glowing eyes died out before the shades in hand are opened up and placed onto his muzzle again. Showing the completed scan of the island before shooing the lingering Jet Bots to the Largest island to scan it.

“...Whatever. Doctor-patient confidentiality applies here I guess. Alright, let’s get this going. I’ll approach the islanders when you’ve finished scanning and decide which island is better for the facility. Need to let our neighbors, and potential employees/customers know we’re setting up shop.” Avarice dismissed, still worried but not overly so. Sonata was probably just so relieved at not dying or something from her boobs exploding. That would’ve been a terrible and embarrassing way to go.

A robotic brow rose watching Avarice and Vagabond in kind, pointing to three key locations of interest besides the volcanoes in question. “The island we are currently on is fairly stable even with doubled the risk of active volcano runoff depending on activity and direction of common runoffs. Secondly there is fertile ground on the far end relatively close to the shore which would be ideal for beach-front property as well, thirdly would be that this valley is the ‘hub’ line for walking travel to either end of this island with elevated transport shipping elevators to act between here and either volcano if properly built into will provide geothermal power and make a natural high heat forge.” Pointing out the digital interiors of each volcano and plausible construction reinforcement for emergency run-off like a dam would.

“So, so far Valley Island sounds like a good place for the facility. Big Island is really mountainous though, so we’ll see what the Loaders have to say when they get back.” Avarice commented as he looked behind him, and sighed at seeing Vagabond off somewhere again. ‘Damn it, why can’t he just stick around?’

The 3D image starts to get larger as a vague outline being filled in of the several times larger main neighboring island comes into view though one of the first areas was said mud village upon it due to possible threats. “This settlement is fairly new and lacking any sort of permanence of yet, if desired they could be easily pushed off for uninterrupted operations for the short and long run period of risk management.” Giving a cold calculating look an advisor to a dictatorship would offer besides the unsaid enslaving populus if desired by said foreman.

“Yeah, they must’ve come here from their homeland. Probably fleeing war, famine, or whatnot. I don’t want to have to make them leave if we don’t have to, and if we do, I’d rather use Vagabond to transport them to Equestria. Otherwise, let’s not jump the gun, we might have a local labor force we can hire. Never squander resources if available. Loaders are nice and all, but they’re big. Judging from the size of the huts, they’re about the size of ponies, so having them for farmers, fishers, and miners would be a benefit, especially with the volatile volcanic nature of these islands.” Avarice deduced

Homage doesn’t seem to give any sort of visible reaction, that’s as if he’s well schooled in the art or well facial poker styled face. “Due to lack of proper facilities, that would be the case though if this island is to be Designated the ‘Hyperion Proper’ or Headquarters, depending on distances a Proper bridge could be constructed or regular air travel by airship if Hyperion grade vessels would be allotted. Caution should be advised that at this time none can be made until proper facilities are created.” Checking the Holographic map again, marking pinged responses with their proper names as they start to be colored as for what metals or stone being found.

“Then focusing on the chosen island for the HQ is the obvious choice. Build up, and then build out. But relations with the local’s can’t wait for a full setup. Let’s see what your scouts say and then we’ll decide.” Avarice responded.

Homage seemed to perk up at that and a now visible H symbol was floating over the current idea he and Avarice were on showing the pinging of the Beacon’s location hovering a finger over said H Symbol. “Is this the final choice before initializing? Also what would be aesthetic style be prefered, covert or obvious?” He stated with what looked like a maniacal smirk now turning vicious, with him showing a now completed map rotating between this island and the larger one with the locals on it, showing a rather small if detailed view.

“Hm...yeah. Don’t want to have to clear a plot of flatland out of the forest, that’d take too long. We’d be best off right here. Valley Island has plenty of resources to start with, and once we get going, starting a system for a mining facility on Big Island wouldn’t be too hard. A hasty man would just say plant the HQ on the ‘big-money’ island, but no. We need sustainability here. That volcano over there could erupt explosively for all we know, even if it’s the slower, oozing kind, and these two here are nearly dormant, so tapping them would be the wise thing to do.” Avarice concluded gesturing for Homage to continue.

The once cynical looking Homage had a riled up cable mane and tail, synthetically laughing out like a mad pony before pressing the said H symbol hovering over this current island. Only for the map to show a large portal of some sort opening up above them as Homage clearly took a large step closer to the said beacon in question. “You better follow suit unless your organic desire is to become fertilizer as the first day being the Foreman.” His gaze had shifted upward as the sky rippled, a literal hole to what looked like SPACE appeared with what looked like Jack’s Moon Base firing multiple shots towards this direction.

“...Fucking awesome.” Avarice commented calmly, and opened his wings before giving a mighty flap, launching himself back next to Homage in the safety zone of the beacon. “That, is badass. Launching orbital bombardments across reality. Does Jack realize he has maybe one of the most OP things among the Displaced?”

{THESE CRAZY THINGS CAN CALL LUNA’S WRATH DOWN ON US?! PRAISE TO THE MOON GODDESS!} Crescent screamed in Avarice’s head, he ignored it though, but couldn’t avoid feeling the same way with a similarly manic grin to Homage’s on his maw now.

Homage took a glance down at his digital clock frowning slightly before saying this gazing back up to enjoy the sight as the first shot ripped through said hole, giving now an auditable roar of air resistance impacting it’s path only to collide with one of the cliff edges nearest them with some rocks flying by in huge chunks from the speeds of impact. “You had delayed operational start by at least 47 minutes 35 seconds for the record.”

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy this would you.” Avarice ordered. Not asked; ordered. His flippantly dismissive tone and the fact he didn’t look away from the portal cemented this, and Homage sighed. Avarice was going to be an interesting man to work under. “Besides, there is no actual schedule. I don’t think it’s reasonable to put a timetable on something with so many unknown variables. Faust knows this, you should too. It’s illogical to try and force things through a certain timeframe if you don’t have enough variables contained. Sonata was one such variable. You didn’t account for her. So; fuck your timetable. You don’t get to make them until you have a contained environment to set them to.”

Homage for once gave a true irritated response by a grinding eye twitch as if trying to deny that response, perhaps it would feed into what Avarice was just speaking about or squealed irrationality of it though he kept quiet watching the display of Mother F.A.U.S.T.’s work in delivering the starting materials/equipment with starting loaders. ‘At least he can give orders when he is prodded, let us adjust projections from arrival to basic setup for operation schedules to start.’ Homage considered as the next shot passed through the portal.

[ $ ]

“AH~!” Luna squealed in raw pleasure, gripping the arms of the cozy red velvet chair in Celestia’s office, her engorged stiff nipples squirting milk with each extreme reaction. “Why am I OH~!” Luna humped a bit, panting as her lap-touching Q-cup breasts bounced and heaved with each breath.

“Luna, just WHY are you orgasming?!” Celestia asked in shock as she stood in front of her, having just welcomed Sonata back and helping her into a new nightgown, since her breasts were still too big to fit into her armor chassis, she’d have to reshape it later. They both flinched as Luna squealed in a fourth orgasm, she actually peed herself that time.

“I don’t know~! It’s just HAPPENING~!” Luna screamed, her tongue lolling out as her eyes glazed over in a fifth climax, her breasts practically drooling milk down her robes.

“Th-they’re doing the Facility right now, and Hyperion delivers those kinds of things by-.” Luna screamed in ecstasy from a sixth spike of mind-numbing pleasure as her back thrust herself out of the seat, her breasts wobbling as her pelvis shuddered into the air, her drooling dark blue velvety snatch utterly engorged and clenching onto her exposed underwear. “Moon shot.”

“M-mother is using my MOOOOOOON~?!” Luna squirted from her vagina this time in a seventh climax, her underwear was already wet before, now it was transparent. She was losing her mind, and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth.

“Yes. Hyperion’s main base of-.” Sonata was interrupted again by another scream of rapture from the Lunar Goddess, as said mare went limp and slipped out of the seat onto the floor in a panting a heaving mess as she weathered an eighth orgasm. “Operations is on our world’s moon.”

“AH FUCK ME~!” Luna screamed a ninth struck her, and she began rubbing her groin desperately into the chair. While she is experiencing rapture, the fact that it was without penetration was frustrating as all hell. “YES~! YES~!” Luna screamed as her breasts rubbed into the carpet, staining them with milk as she experienced a tenth and eleventh sensation of peaking. “SISTER~!”

“Luna, what can I-AH!” Celestia suddenly found herself yanked to the floor by Luna’s hasty magic, and was being kissed desperately by her sister who screamed into her mouth as she was rocked by a twelfth hit, and Sonata was blushing at the scene before Luna stopped kissing her sister and pushed her onto her back to get to her groin, she wasn’t going to be the only one getting pleasure! “S-sister don’t-mm~!” Tia’s protests were silenced by Luna ripping her sister’s panties aside with ferocity and began thrusting her long tongue into her as she was struck by a thirteenth orgasm.

“Mother...good gosh….” Sonata was extremely interested in the exposed and gushing twat of the raised ass of Luna, and Sonata saw a prompt come up on her HUD, and blushed even fiercer at realizing what one of the updates to her tail entailed. ‘Homage, you secret pervert….’ Luna squealed into Tia’s pussy from her fourteenth climax, and she turned her glazed eyes back at Sonata, and humped her rump back towards her, and Sonata swallowed as she realized what Luna wanted. “H-here c-comes th-the...the dragon tail.”

Sonata quickly knelt, grabbed Luna’s ass, ripped off the soaked panties with her sharp teeth, and her tail quickly shot from behind her, and plunged into the lust-addled mare’s swollen cunt, making her clench instantly in orgasm, and the updated nerve endings in her tail made Sonata shout in pleasure too as yet another clench and squeal from Luna confirmed yet another climax, that’d be number sixteen.

Sonata rapidly drove Luna with her tail, drooling and panting in response to her arousal as Luna was driven to four more orgasms, only one of them being from being plowed by the dragoness’s tail. On the twentieth and last one, Luna drove her sister into orgasming herself, and Sonata joined their chorus with her own climax. They stayed stiff for a few moments, before all collapsing together, coated in sweat, female semen, and milk.

They all conked out then on the floor, with a crying Chrysalis in the corner, who was woken up from all the screaming. Solar, who watched impassively from next to Chrysalis, sighed before she removed her breastplate and then her chassis chest armor to feed the frightened foal.

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“For some reason, I feel like I seriously missed out on something incredible right now.” Avarice commented suddenly, looking east towards Equestria.

Homage gave Avarice a flat look as he was doing inventory to see if everything matched up, having bots initialize and opening the container doors normally, except one that was jammed. Tapping away at a holographic display proved the response what he was doing when one of the containers literally exploded open as a two story tall smaller ‘Saturn’ version walked out while unceremoniously kicking debris aside to stride quickly up to both Avarice and Homage. “Well you are the first to experience the sight of Saturn’s Cousin bot, the Mar’s unit.”

Avarice was impressed, looking up at the 25 foot tall rust-orange death machine was sobering. He was so used to looking down at others from being in his dragon form for so long that looking UP at someone was rather new. “We warrant a Mars Loader? I know Die Leucht has that OP orichalcum alloy, but do we really need something this badass?”

Homage simply gave a mock raised eyebrow before commanding Mars by prompt to a higher defensible location for now, as the Con Loaders start organizing the supplies closer to the beacon’s location and breaking down the containers to add onto that said pile. “That is correct, also investment in such a first venture required a show of trust to ‘give’ an adequate area defender of skilled deployment.” Homage looked back down at the tally before offhandedly asking an earlier question. “You didn’t specify if the Build should be Covert or Obvious.”

“Meh, I don’t care. Be Obvious if the construction is easier. We’re not going to be able to hide anyway. There’s nothing else here. Besides, when I played Borderlands 2, I always found Hyperion’s oppressive raw presence and how they’ve so blatantly just tore everything apart for their own ends was both frustrating, and awe inspiring.” Avarice replied, looking east again. ‘I swear, something really awesome is happening without me!’

Homage nodded before directing the build process, giving Avarice a ‘general’ time frame of basic completion of initial infrastructure and main building before taming the valley. “It will likely take a continuous week dependant of time variations to complete initial setup before more Loaders can be constructed, by that time the start of a Three layer shield will keep most of the basic hostile elements out. Par any angered sun goddess assault it would last a continuous assault for three months if lacking solar channeling and geothermal sources. “ Even giving off the actuary numbers for chances of aerial assault likelihood before vessel production began.

“That’s great! And with Vagabond, I can now come and go from here as I’m needed. I’ll check in regularly, so don’t worry, I’ll try to have time for you every morning, or whenever is convenient for you. For right now though...I’ve got to explain to those locals on that island why the moon just rained fury on this island.” Avarice informed before considering it, and burst into green flame before appearing in his thestral form. ‘Okay Crescent, you know anything about approaching new people?’

{My marefriend had to drag me into her home and fuck my brains out to realize she was interested, I don’t think I’m the pony to talk to about speaking to others.}

‘Noted….’ “Any tips Homage? Don’t want to have a fight on my hands.” Avarice asked his Number 2.

Homage gave what was looking to be a normal reaction of a ‘flat’ look, before mock sighing. “It would depend on the SPECIES that is there, from Jet Bot images they appear to be zebras. Confirm whom is likely a chief or chieftess that leads them, do not point out about their possible religious or voodoo cultural practices and oddly enough for Jack’s world do not introduce coffee.” Giving a oddly raised eyebrow reaction.

“Why not? I don’t think even Equestria has coffee yet.” Avarice asked.

“Because, coffee’s high caffeine and various other contents somehow combine to make zebras, at least from Jack’s world, become acutely energetic, twitchy, and have even used it as a combat stimulant.” Homage suddenly felt exasperation at seeing Avarice’s face become synonymous with a “meme” that Faust had mentioned once called a troll face. “You’re going to anyway aren’t you?”

“You shouldn’t have mentioned that~.” Avarice sing-songed as he span around, his long ginger hair and tail unintentionally flicking Homage before he took off flying for the Big Island, and Homage sighed.

“My new Foreman is such a hassle, at least I could get the construction underway without too much interruption.” Looking at the Hyperion Acquisition Beacon and giving a sigh, as he started efficiently organizing the teams to start digging out a three sublevel design that he holds holographically projected. While in a nearby distance a quickly lumbering Mar’s Unit looks back before giving a shake of it’s camera before continuing the ascent to a defendable location from the skies. The best spot being indicated as the top of the near-dormant southeast volcano, at least until a proper defense platform could be constructed.