Author's Notes:

Okay people, for those on the Displaced Circuit, you know I've been doing TONS of crossovers with this story, Avarice being tossed around like a football between two other Displaced XD. SO! Instead of being lazy, I'm going to link you to them in CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER of when they happen from Avarice's perspective, all of them are PRIOR to this chapter.
Visitations Training Vacations Bachelor Party [Part 1] Bachelor Party [Part 2] Bachelor Party [Part 3] and this last one has a small, very strong moment between Avarice and Kyth that's solely from his perspective during the party Kyth Get's Plastered

Yeah, and you thought I've just been sitting on my ass doing nothing huh? XD

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the tranquility of the waves gently beating on the sandy shore created such a peaceful cadence that almost anyone would be enamored with the tropical paradise. Until a flaming blue portal opened onto the beach and two black dragon claws grabbed the rim.

Avarice stepped through the blue flame-rimmed portal and sighed through his snout in content at finally being home. Well...his new home. That thought almost sent him reeling back to depression of Earth, all those dead people...all the innocent and good gone with the trash.... 'No. Not going there.' He turned his eyes beyond the horizon, imagining all the innocent, the good and the as yet unborn who could thrive in this world unlike his old, dead one. 'This is home now. I just have to protect it, now that I have the power to.'

{Easy there Av, we might just be developing a god complex.} Crescent joked in their head, and Avarice snorted in amusement, smoke leaving his pony nose as if he were a dragon rather than his currently preferred anthro mutant alicorn form.

‘And why shouldn’t we? Aren’t we one? Vaga didn’t exactly give us a choice….’ Avarice thought back at his partner in godhood about their patron. Vaga was a being known as a Void Dweller, but more specifically; a sub type given the title of Ascended. Ascended are Void Dwellers who, specifically, survived the absolute end of their universe and thus as consequence literally ascended into their current roles. Vaga was Chaos, and so he became Chaos. The Architect was Corruption, so he became Corruption, etc. They were more or less godly beings that flitted about the Multiverse as they willed, doing whatever, but Vaga became bored and decided to try something none of the others have. Him.

Avarice mused over his lot in life, and after looking out at the ocean for a bit longer, turned around, and froze. ‘Holy...shit!’ Avarice was stunned at the sight of a ten-story giant cubic solid-metal building off in the distance that had the Hyperion logo proudly displayed upon it. ‘How long have we been gone?!’

{No clue, how about we find out?} Following his partner’s rational thought, Avarice flapped his wings and flew the distance from the beach towards the building. From his vantage, he could see not just the building now, but where the adobe-hut village had been, was now the construction framework of a large five-story cubic building.

‘That had BETTER be housing Homage, or so help us, we’ll swallow your soul!’ Avarice raged, hoping that in his absence the pragmatic claptrap hadn’t decided to “cut the fat” as it were, for whatever reason. He landed outside the apparent front doors of the building, now seeing the subtitle “Multiversal Branch #1” under the logo. He entered through the automated opening doors, and stormed up to the receptionist’s desk, which, thankfully, was being attended by a shapely zebra mare wearing a very conforming yellow Hyperion business suit like how Faust likes to wear, hiding nothing yet everything at once.

“Welcome to the Hyperion Multiversal Branch. Pardon any disarray, we are still in construction, but we are fully prepared to provide any services.” She answered, her voice seeming to be slightly synthesized and the words not matching the movements of her lips. Ah, Echo, such a wonderous thing.

“Where’s Homage?” Avarice demanded, getting her to blink and look something up on her console.

“He’s currently in his office right now, who is asking?” She answered evenly. Good. It would seem that even from a tribal society, these zebras could adapt quite well.

“His boss. Avarice.” Avarice replied, and she blinked in surprise and confusion, making him roll his eyes as he shifted fully into his dragon form, getting her to make a face of realization and then beam up at him from her seat.

“God of Fertility, it is good to have you returned to us. It has been months after all.” Months...hell…. “Homage is upstairs, current top floor, large office, can’t miss it.” She informed, going back to her console and Avarice saw no need to pester her further, so he changed back into his new most stable form of alicorndom and strode down the hall to the elevator. Yes. Not a Lift, an Elevator. Will wonders ever cease?

He stepped in, the huge booth not even shifting under his weight, and he pressed the highest floor button, tenth floor, glad he got that right considering the place was so huge. He didn’t want to wonder how there were ten basement floors either. Months...how long? He had to return to Canterlot now, he said he’d only be here a month at most, but plural? How did his mates feel? They must feel abandoned. The idea made their hearts sink until the elevator dinged and opened up on the right floor.

“Sir, it is good to have you back.” Homage stated, standing in front of the elevator. Right, receptionist must’ve called him or something. “It has been four months since you disappeared and-.”

“Update. Now. I’m glad you’re going for formalities instead of being all business, but seriously, been gone too long.” Avarice cut in, briskly trotting past, his direct subordinate falling in step behind and to the right of him.

“Yes sir. We’ve established a proper Headquarters. The Offsite Facility is now officially the HQ for the First Multiversal Branch of Hyperion, beings we’ve made such windfall thanks to your heavy-handed money investments, we own a third of the original company’s shares. I’m surprised Mother and Jack haven’t ripped into you for that. Especially when they told me they met you at the Bachelor Party a bit ago.” Homage reported as they neared some glass doors with Avarice and Homage’s names on the plaque.

“Okay, that’s good in general. What’s going on with the zebras, and our business deals with Equestria and Saddle Arabia?” Avarice asked as he moved to the bigger desk, and plopped his tight red-silk covered ass into the enormous plush reclining chair, his red-frilled serpent tail fitting cleanly through the convenient hole at the lower back of it.

“We’ve made a good deal of business thanks to providing claptrap and loader assistants to Demir’s operations in Saddle Arabia, and we’ve been provided even more of her designs for resale with more royalties to her and by extension her country. As for Equestria, our latest batch of “dumb” loaders was purchased for the war to lessen the strain on Luna’s Lunar Loader Battalion and Celestia’s Solar Soldiers. Of course, we used the funds you set aside for them in that regard.” Homage reported, and Avarice nodded, gesturing to continue with more local info.

“As for the tribe, they’ve adapted quite fast, and as you can tell by the secretary downstairs, I’ve hired on several already for more administrative duties I’d rather not waste a claptrap on, and since they’re clearly an asset, I’ve taken it upon myself to construct their own condominium building to house them rather than that primitive adobe hut set-up we made in a hurry before, beings thanks to you, their crops a bit inland have taken off quite well.” Homage reported, and Avarice wasn’t buying all the good news yet, and Homage sighed. “I’ve also...started them on the Doppleganger Project for mass-cloning.”

Avarice leered at his subordinate, folding his clawed hands together as his presence suddenly became that of a dangerous being of higher power rather than just another person. “Who authorized it?”

“Mother. You know I can’t say no….” Homage answered, and Avarice sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. That was the only issue with his position. Only either Jack or Faust could override any of his orders, and what they say goes. After all, even if he’s the President of this Branch, that’s just it; a Branch. He still answered to them after all, they were the parent company, and no amount of money was going to let him get any sort of control besides the 30 or so percent share he has in it, while Jack and Faust share the other 70 percent.

“Alright, so how’d you go about it?” Avarice asked in exasperation, seeing that the program’s go-ahead was out of his claws.

“Initial testing began a month ago, where some full-fledged clones were generated. They have minds, souls, everything, and the tribe was beyond ecstatic at the concept. Since we couldn’t force the newborn clones into service due to them being complete copies of their donors, we released them into the tribe, where they’ve been adopted as siblings believe it or not. But the rest, you won’t care for it. They’re soulless, mindless outside input routines like a machine, and require no upkeep due to their advanced regenerative factors and ambient energy absorption annihilating their need to eat and defecate. So they’re just organic machines, able to do things claptraps can’t without unnecessary risk, and also able to do the more dangerous jobs we’d rather not have the zebras be doing.” Homage reported, and Avarice groaned as he rubbed his temples.

“Great. Anyone who comes for a visit is going to have serious issues with them, try to keep them off Valley Island.”

“It’s Maui now sir.”

“Whatever, just another parallel with home, why not. Let’s just...ugh...I can’t deal with this. Does anything need my go-ahead?” Avarice asked agitatedly, he just really wanted to go home right now, he had mates to coddle, cuddle, and make love to if they want.

“No sir, things have been running smoothly, even with Demir’s pregnancy straining her designing and-.”

“WHAT~?!” Avarice practically screeched, bolting over his desk and grabbing Homage’s collar to yank him up into his face. “OUR FRIEND IS WITH FOAL AND THOU DIDN’T THINK TO INFORM US?!”

“I-it wasn’t important to-.”

“IT’S EVERYTHING THY FOALISH CONTRAPTION! HAST THOU FORGOTTEN WE ART FERTILITY?! WE HAVEN’T EVEN BLESSED HER FOR A SAFE CARRYING AND BIRTH! WHAT FRIEND DOES NOT WISH SUCH A THING FOR THEIR FRIEND?!” Avarice tossed Homage to the floor and growled with black flames licking from his clenched shark teeth, and his serpent tail whipping around dangerously, already having knocked his huge chair over. “The New-U! Is it operable whelp?!”

“Yes sir! The Plague-00 is in orbit and functioning properly, so the Echo and Fast Travel are also-.”

“Good! We shall be off then!” Avarice jumped down from his desk, snagging the Echo Homage quickly digistructed from his storage, and stormed to the elevator to get to the New-U he noticed at the front door.

“...Homage, note to self; stop forgetting how horrifying your boss is.” Homage hissed to himself, the months without his boss breathing down his techno-organic neck made him forget how absolutely demanding his boss was, if not fair for most things.

[ $ ]

The New-U Fast Travel Station hummed as it purred to life, opening up with it’s digistruct nodes flaring out to the sides. The horses of Sığınak looked on curiously, as they’d only seen it in action a few times when a soldier with a New-U account was killed in action, and respawned all the way back here from their posts out in Equestria or Bullgaria. They also laughed at the sensuous and sexy mare’s voice that made hilarious morbid jokes when they came out, the soldiers admitted the voice messages made their own deaths feel a little less impacting and made mental recovery speed up a bit.

But this time, there was no voice, meaning it wasn’t someone being respawned, and the sight that met them when the blue holographics solidified was something nobody would ever forget. Avarice towered over them all, a glorious example of stallionly muscle and presence. His slit eyes, draconic wings, shark teeth, and serpentine tail made them all curious, impressed, and several mares instantly get aroused at the sight of him, some sort of presence he exudes just made him desirable beyond the obvious.

“Hm...hasn’t changed much in almost a year….” He looked over the scantily clad populous, the average of 7-8 feet in height was shattered by him literally being about twice that at 14 and his groin being eye-level with them. He was thankful he was still wearing pants and not a thong as he grinned at the idea of accidentally poking eyes out. “Hello all. I seek my friend and business partner Demir. Might I ask where her smithy is currently?”

Everyone pointed down a road, gawking at him in awe as he bowed his head in thanks, and began carefully wading through the stunned crowd, even the guards and Janissaries were stunned by him, making his tail flick in excitement as his wings ruffled about. ‘Oh gog...forgot how much of an exhibitionist I am. Getting so turned on…and I’m still wearing pants!’ Avarice licked his black and cream lips, his paint-patterned coat began to sheen with sweat from the hot sun, his vibrantly red mane and frills catching the light as sweat began to bead in them, the looks of amazement and arousal were increasing and he began to spread his wings a bit more. ‘Oh gog...oh gog...haven’t been in a public location in so long...so excited….’

He panted, trying to get control as he moved through the crowds, some of the mares being daring enough to put a hand to his flanks as he passed, further enticing him as he began losing his mind. He’d been isolated on Maui for so long, and then just tossed about during the Bachelor Party so fast he didn’t really have time to adjust, not to mention thanks to what happened with Mistress…. ‘Holy fuck, holy fuck, how do I control this?! Uh...MC! MC! Gotta call! Can’t snap here, I’ll get every mare in the area pregnant with how much power I’m letting out!’

Avarice stopped, shuddering as he reached up to grab Missy’s dog tags still hanging from his neck, rubbing the heart on one of them with his thumb. ‘Missy! I need advice! I forgot I’m an exhibitionist and I’m about to-oh fuck! Stop! Groping butt!’ A roan mare was grinning lecherously with her eyes glazed as she began groping the firm and tight sexy flank and plot that was literally eye-level with her, and she cooed as she ran a hand down his serpent tail, appreciating the dry scales. ‘Missy please tell me how you turn off your arousal centers, please!’

“Avarice, it’s good to hear from you, I’m a touch busy at the moment but I can help.” Mistress’s voice answered over the token, it had taken on that male tone, from when they visited Toronto. “First it takes some understanding biology, the normal brain, starting human anyways, releases several chemicals, Estrogen, Testosterone, Dopamine, and Serotonin. DO NOT turn off serotonin, it will make you depressed, however reduce the other three. To do this you need to focus on your own brain, feel the makeup of it, look for the things that feel like… well sex for lack of a better term, and start reducing them to normal levels, not off, but down. You being sexy sex god, they are likely at all time high, probably feel like a firehose in your head, or a flash flood. Feeling better?”

Avarice quickly did so, panting as the mare had reached between his legs to cup his balls by this point, but he was right. He could actually FEEL what parts of his brain felt like...well, sex. Wasn’t too hard, considering that again he was right about it feeling like a flood of raw, unfettered hormones in his head, and he began decreasing them, save the one that started making him want to cry, that he boosted back up. Thanks to that, he began calming down, the rut everyone around him was falling into began lessening and the mare that had been groping him blinked as she blushed lightly and laughed a little meekly as she backed away in embarrassment. “So sorry sir...I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do, and I’m sorry. I’m a being of fertility, quite literally, and thus I make others more...inclined.” Avarice said dismissively, letting her know it was all fine. ‘Oh thank you, you sexy stallion! I am so going to plow you senseless again when we finally get together again.’ Avarice cooed back in response, sending powerful images through the link of them entwining in many impressive ways with a pure sensation of fondness and longing.

There was a moment of silence on the line, Avarice started to grow concerned something happened. As he was preparing an emergency visit he heard Mistress respond. "Damnit I have a guest at the moment, and now everypony is looking at me funny. I'll call you later, invite me to come meet your herd sometime. Have a good time you sexy sex god, love you."

‘Love you too Missy.’ Avarice kissed MC’s token and the ‘call’ ended as normal traffic resumed around him, save the roan mare who was rubbing her hands together. “Yes milady?”

“Um...I know this is sudden but...may I…?” She asked nervously as she made a cupping motion with her hand, and Avarice grinned with a light blush down at her.

“Outside the cycle or not; I get everyone pregnant.” He leaned down almost cutting his waist in half to look her in the face. “Would you be willing to risk such a thing?” The way she grabbed his face to kiss him answered everything and he rolled his eyes. ‘Mares. Such needy creatures.’

[ $ ]

Calmly and smoothly did Avarice continue his journey to visit his friend, several alleyways back laid a naked and spent roan mare under some sheets tucked into an alcove. ‘Gog she was a screamer. Thank goodness Saddle Arabia actually condones public nudity and fornication.’

{This country is awesome! We’d never get away with something like that back there in Equestria!}

‘Hey, we did her a service. Literally. It was no different than if she paid one of the many studs around to give her a good time. Only we did so for free. It’s rude to not oblige a lady after all.’ Avarice grinned as he was overjoyed at something he was able to put to practice back there with that mare. ‘And we did it without getting her pregnant! Damn these Shifter abilities are nice! Just think of cutting off the sperm from the semen and boom; sterile. It goes against everything we represent, but I’d rather not saddle her with foals for a casual encounter.’

{Being responsible with our powers is better than wantonly impregnating every mare that’s interested. If we did, nopony else would get to have kids!} Crescent laughed in their head, getting Avarice to chortle a little as he ducked under an archway.

“Halt.” Two long halberds crossed over the thin passage as two Janissaries blocked the way forward. “What business have you in the Royal District?”

“I am Avarice, head of Hyperion from the Isles. I had recently returned from a journey to receive a report that my friend and former apprentice Demir was with foal, and I wish to personally visit her and congratulate her for her accomplishments as well as her bearing.” Avarice stated calmly, he knew that this way led to the former Baig’s manor, but he didn’t realize whoever the new head honcho was that they’d bar it off from the public.

“You are that shape-shifting creature that lived with her for a month? It would explain your odd form sir. But unless we-.”

“Let him through.” The two elite guards both shot their masks to the speaker, who Avarice looked to and saw a tan-coated stallion with his mane hidden in a turban and the rest of his body hidden in voluminous white and gold robes of exquisite quality, but it was his even and impartial tone, as well as the incredible intelligence in his orange eyes that caught Avarice’s attention.

{Oh~...handsome one….}

‘Shush Cresent, not now...but damn...don’t even need to see under those robes to know….’

“Yes Prince Suleimane.” They chorused, moving their weapons aside, and Suleimane, the effing PRINCE of this country gestured for him to follow, and Avarice did so quietly and respectfully. Any question as to how he even knew he was coming was answered by the Echo hanging off his belt. Homage must’ve called ahead.

“I have heard much of you Avarice, from my fiance. She speaks so glowingly of you that when I heard you were coming, I had to ensure you would be able to visit.” Suleimane’s smooth, sexy voice explained, getting Avarice to feel shivers. “I will be so happy to see her reaction to your surprise visit.”

“That’s...nice….” ‘Holy shit this stallion’s voice is making me horny! And I’m not even a mare! Yet....’

{He’s of the Royal Blood of Saddle Arabia. Their identifying traits are their orange eyes, and unnatural allure.}

‘Remind me of that when we gain the ability to change genders, don’t want to anger whoever his betrothed is. Whoever could possibly land this stud has to be one hell of a mare.’ Avarice mused, before they had walked through the plaza of the manor and into a parlor, where Avarice froze in realization upon seeing who Suleimane happily greeted and approached for a kiss. ‘Oh...shit….’

Demir was as beautiful as he remembered, wearing nothing but a lavishly and well-designed bikini, proudly displaying her swollen H-cup bosom and gravid middle, her black coat shining in the light. She must’ve been carrying triplets to be so large, but he didn’t even know how far along she was. The way she and Suleimane kissed, so tenderly, and the way he lovingly caressed her belly and combed her lusciously long white mane out of her face told him that she’d found someone that she truly loved and got love in return, making him smile. {Dang...your memories said she was an amazing mare but...to end up with a Prince?}

‘That’s my Demir, so strong, so admirable. Nothing can stop her.’ Avarice thought fondly as she looked to him in confusion.

“Hello, who might our visitor be?” Demir asked impartially to both of them, and Suleimane stood aside, grinning as he gestured for Avarice to introduce himself.

“Oh~! Demir~! You WOUND me so! You might as well have gutted me!” Avarice dramatically waxed as he used his hands to gesture as if his chest had been torn open, and upon hearing his voice, Demir squealed and with surprising speed, considering her current gravidity, ran to him and hugged him around the hips since that’s as high as she could reach, blatantly groping his butt as she did so. Avarice couldn’t help his blush as she nuzzled into his groin, and Suleimane managed not to burst out in laughter at the sight.

“Avarice! I missed you! I’ve been trying to contact you, but you’ve been away for months!” She then realized where she was grabbing, and where her face was, but rather than get embarrassed, she grinned mischievously and poked his groin, getting a squeak out of him as she chuckled. “Been working out huh?”

“D-Demir, no amount of working out makes...THAT bigger….” ‘Definitely the hormones. She’s usually far more reserved than this.’

“I think you’ve proven that wrong~!” Demir joked, spanking his flank and backing away to look up at him. “But Faust you’ve gotten big...everywhere. What have you been doing?” Suleimane took the moment to slip away to the side, speaking into his Echo in low tones.

“What have YOU been doing? It seems we both got into a country’s leader’s pants. I still have to return to Canterlot to visit Celestia, see how she’s doing, since she is carrying six of my foals.” Avarice informed, getting Demir to proudly pat her belly.

“Five.” She stated cheekily, and Avarice whistled. Damn. And without any boosters at that. “It’s mainly why I wasn’t actively looking for a mate, mares in my family are very fertile.”

“Indeed. Actually, I am now a God of Fertility, and aside from being your friend, I immediately made my way here because I wanted to ensure you were carrying safely. May I perform my rites?” Avarice asked with a hint of hope to his voice, and Demir blinked before she nodded, cradling her belly as Suleimane watched from the sideline, interested as he was still speaking into his Echo.

Avarice kneeled before her, letting his power come to him again, which required letting his quote ‘sexy sex powers’ come back to the fore, and Demir became visibly aroused when her breasts swelled a bit further from said arousal, but she remained calm as he became unusually patronly in presence. “Indeed, five foals, all healthy identical mares. Proper quintuplets. Thou really art quite fertile our friend. Would thou accept our blessing for a safe carrying and birth?”

“Y-yes….” Demir answered, feeling quite intimidated yet comforted at the same time by Avarice’s raw presence, and she shuddered as he gently reached one of his claws to her belly, and cooed when she felt a comforting warmth radiate into her from it. “That feels so nice….”

“It is done. Thou shalt continue to carry thine foals for six months, and birth them safely. Know this, and not fret.” Avarice soothed, before he consciously made the effort to cut off the hormones in his brain and slowly drew away. “How do you feel?”

“Warm. Safe. Comfortable. No offense honey, but if you didn’t find me, I think Avarice might’ve swept me up.” Demir admitted, and Suleimane laughed jovially as he turned away from his Echo, turning it off. “Communicating with your father again? Why do you insist on keeping contact with that bloodthirsty animal?”

“Dear, your dislike is understandable, but monster or not; he is still my father.” Suleimane didn’t even bother defending his father, rather excusing that the only reason he associated with him was because of the fact he was his father. “So he’s also obtained my mare’s heart, hm? Need I add him to the wedding?” Suleimane teased, getting Demir to blush brightly through her black coat and Avarice to laugh loudly.

“I have too many mates as is! I think I can trust her to you.” Avarice stated, getting Demir to wilt and Avarice sighed. “Demir. I love you, but you’re up on a pedestal, and you have him in your arms. I friendzoned you to avoid unnecessary things happening during our time together, and, well, you met him when I was enslaved, remember? I wasn’t around to accept your heart.” Avarice then gestured to Suleimane, who looked on calmly and with an understanding smile. “He, however, readily gave you his own, and accepted yours. What you have is special.”

“I know...but I’ll never be able to stop wondering; ‘what if’....” Demir sighed, and stroked her belly as she looked deep in thought. “I think you should go...I need some more time apart so I don’t become so confused about myself.”

“I understand. I’ll be around when the foals come, be assured of that.” Avarice swore, and bowed his head to Suleimane. “Good to meet you Sully. If it is alright with you, I’ll take my leave.”

“It is fine. I am just glad she could finally admit this to you after stewing on it since you had first parted ways. Come dear, let us retire to the spa. I’ll rub the oil into you myself.” Suleimane cooed, making Demir smile and giggle as she waddled alongside him, Avarice watching with a smile as he sighed out his nose, smoke curling out from it.

‘What if...such a terrible and stalling pair of words.’

{If she’d said something before you left...you’d have probably never left her. None of what we’ve been through would’ve happened…Celestia and Luna would’ve died….}

Avarice then grimly frowned, and grit his sawteeth. ‘So as terrible a thought it is...it was probably for the best. That she let me go in the first place.’ Avarice stood in the parlor for several minutes, before finally deciding to leave, the meeting in the end, feeling rather bittersweet.