[Third Person POV.]

Morning Star, Chrysalis, Zinnia’s sleeping form, and Queen Chiton and her drones were all on their way to the Castle of the Two Sisters. The drones were hyper-vigilant as they scanned the area, wary of any possible trap that they might be led into. Chiton on the other hand maintained her composure and kept her gaze forward.

“Thou said we had much to discuss,” Chiton said, indicating Chrysalis. “What did thou wish to discuss with us?”

Chrysalis opened her mouth to reply, only to be interupted as Zinnia groaned, pulling herself up and straddling the Empress’s back. “Ugh,” the Draconid groaned. “What happened? I remember the pod, then everything’s blank…”

“Thou complained about not being molested by the changelings that captured thee, attempted to grab my chest, propositioned me for sex, and giggled to thyself like a madmare for a while before Vash convinced thee to fall asleep,” Morning answered.

“Sounds like I’d just had a spliff…” Zinnia muttered, before her eyes went wide. "Oh shit, Changeling resin is Dragon weed…" she rounded on Chiton, sliding off of Chrysalis's back as she did so. "With all due respect, your majesty," she spat. "If anything happened to my daughter, I will come back, and I'll burn. You. Alive."

“How were we to know that thou would have such an adverse reaction to it?” Chiton asked with a quirked brow. “In all others the only thing that the resin has done is put the one inside in a state of suspended animation while we extract love for our hive.”

"That's why you ask! Don't just throw people in there!" Zinnia paused, sighing to herself. "Look, just… don't worry about it. Jason's bloodline helps with alcohol consumption, I just hope it's the same with narcotics."

“We apologize if anything untoward does happen to thy child,” Chiton said with a sigh of her own. “We know all too well the worries of a mother.”

"Thanks… I'm sorry I yelled at you. And complained your guards didn't rape me."

“That’s why thou asks,” Chiton said with a bit of a smirk.

"You sly bitch!" Zinnia laughed, pausing seconds after as she noticed something. "Hey, where're Jay and Vash?"

“They decided to stay behind as captives as insurance for the deal,” Morning said in a flat tone.

"Really?" Zinnia groaned. "Stupid sexy idiots…" she added in a mutter before shaking her head. "Okay! Where're we going and how long's it gonna take, by foot or wing?"

“It should take a few days by foot,” Wisp replied.

"Too long, who can't fly?" The Draconid looked around briefly, seeing only Morning Star raise her hand. "Okay, we'll fly. I'll carry Morning."

Without waiting for anyone to agree, Zinnia moved behind Morning and wrapped her arms around the Naga's waist, her body glowing white for a second before she took off.

“Do not treat me as if I am some sack of flour!” Morning hissed.

"I'm not!" Zinnia replied. "If I was if have dropped you by now! I'm treating you like a sexy woman I wanna bang later!"

Morning let out a long groan as she facepalmed. “It’s as if I’m speaking to a female version of Vash… but somehow with less tact.”

"What? I have a Naga fetish!" Zinnia laughed. "And who has the time for tact?"

“From what I gathered in the cave, thou has quite a few fetishes,” Morning said flatly.

"Everything but incest!"

Morning let out another groan as she decided to just accept what was happening. “I was not meant to fly,” She grumbled to herself.

“How come?” Zinnia asked. “Afraid of heights? Get airsick?” She paused, flying slightly closer to the ground. “I can fly lower if you want.”

“No, t’is nothing like that,” Morning said with a slight blush. “I just prefer to do things under my own power. The last time I let somepony fly me somewhere was when I was a foal.”

Zinnia grinned slyly. “I understand your plight,” she purred. “That’s what led me to dominatrixing. I bet you’d like it, so many ways you could make Vash beg for release…”

“Well… actually, I like when Vash takes charge at times,” Morning admitted with a blush.

“Well yeah, no one likes to do all the work,” Zinnia allowed. “A good pounding is good after a stressful day, but when he screws up or gets someone else pregnant,” she paused, a mad grin crossing her face. “Honey, his face after a few hours? You’ll love it.”

“Could we not talk about this? I am not quite comfortable discussing these matters.”

“Sure,” Zinnia said with a shrug, slowing down until she was alongside Queen Chiton. “Hey Queenie, when was the last time you had a cock between your legs?”

“This shall be a long journey…” Morning groaned.

“Preaching to the choir, sister,” Chrysalis called from her left.

Nightfall came and the group landed at the gate of the castle. Zinnia let Morning down and she straightened herself out as she gave the Draconid a look.

“I thank thee for at least not groping me during our journey.”

“Armour, couldn’t,” Zinnia replied, waving dismissively.

“There was still my tail,” Morning said with a chuckle as she gave the tip of her tail a little wiggle. “Considering thy admitted fetish for Nagas I am surprised thou were not drawn to it.”

Zinnia promptly reached out and grabbed Morning’s tail, slipping it under her shirt. “I honestly forgot, since I couldn’t do that without dropping you while flying,” she said as she pressed her breasts together around the tip. “Now, though, it’s like you’re asking for it.”

Morning’s entire face turned red and she bit her lip. “W-wouldst thou please *pant* release my tail? We s-still have to bring Queen Chiton to discuss peace with the princesses.”

Zinnia shrugged, pulling the tail out of her shirt and giving it a quick kiss before letting it go, sauntering past Morning and into the castle gates. “Suit yourself,” she said, shooting a smoky look over her shoulder. “But that’s just a taster of what’s to come.”

Morning collected herself and took a few deep breaths. “I deal with some interesting beings,” she muttered under her breath as she slithered into the castle.

A few minutes later, the group was in the throne room where Luna and a freshly awoken Celestia were sitting in front of them.

“So thou must be Queen Chiton?” Celestia asked.

“That is correct, thy offer of peace intrigued us, so we deigned to give thee a chance to tell us thy deal.”

Luna scanned the room and noticed something. “Wait, where are Vash and Jason? Why are they not among thee?”

“Oh, they’re staying behind as insurance,” Zinnia called from the back of the room, where she was leaning against the wall next to a guard. “Their own choice, mind you,” she added.

Both princesses shared a look and let out a sigh. “That does sound like something Vash would do,” Celestia said.

“And who art thou?” Luna asked indicating Zinnia. “Art thou another Displaced?”

“Yep!” the Draconid said happily before sauntering over. “The names Zinnia, I’m a Draconid. Jason’s the father of my daughter.”

“Interesting,” Celestia mused. “Though that will have to be discussed later. For now, we still have to complete our deal with Queen Chiton.”

“You guys have fun with that,” the Draconid said, turning and walking back to her spot by the wall before turning to the guard. “So, where were we?” she asked breathily, running a finger up his arm. The guard gulped nervously.

The princesses then shook their heads before returning their attention to Queen Chiton.

“We art glad that thou hast come to us,” Luna started. “What dost thou want from this deal?”

“We only wish for our hive to continue to survive,” Chiton answered. “What can the two of thee offer us to ensure this?”

“If thou accepts our deal then thy hive shall be considered its own nation. And if thou wishes, we would be willing to give thy people fertile, uninhabited land to do with as thou sees fit,” Celestia started.

“In addition we and our guard would work to help facilitate cohabitation between Changelings and Ponies. Under the condition that thou does not kidnap any more of our subjects,” Luna added.

“That is quite the deal, why should I believe thee?” Chiton asked.

“We have no reason to lie to thee,” Celestia said with a steely look in her eyes.

“Plus,” Zinnia chimed, having given up her torture of the guard. “You’ve got their boytoy, so…” she paused as the princesses looked to her in shock. “What? It’s not that hard to figure out.”

“Plus, thou were told back in the hive,” Morning added with a roll of her eyes.

“Shh!” Zinnia hissed. “I’m try’na be cool!”

“Anyway,” Chiton said, turning back to the princesses. “We may be willing to give this deal a try. But before we commit ourselves to anything we wish for thee to allow our changelings to live among thy ponies for a short time. If they come to no harm in that time, then we will accept thy deal”

“We would be more than happy to allow this,” Celestia said with a nod.

“Uh…” Zinnia said, raising a hand. “How are you going to make that work? I mean, from what I’ve gathered, the ponies think the Changelings are monsters.” She paused, looking around briefly. “Isn’t the first reaction to a monster in Equestria either ‘run for you lives’ or ‘kill it with fire’?”

“That may be true for now,” Celestia conceded. “But we shall go to the villages of our citizens personally and explain our intentions of peace. After that, we will ask for a village to volunteer to be the first to allow Changeling integration under the condition that if the Changelings under their care are to come to harm then the entire village shall be subject to severe punishment.”

“Actually, it might be a better idea to set up a new village full of changelings and then have pony volunteers move there. Trying to force a village into that will only cause trouble,” Chrysalis spoke up, adjusting her wings.

“Thou makes a good point,” Luna replied. “That does seem to be the wiser choice. We shall still go to the villages personally in order to gather volunteers.”

“This seems a fitting idea to us,” Chiton said with a nod. “Though where shall this village be made?”

“Well, in our world,” Chrysalis started, looking around, “We turned this ruin into a hive and after Canterlot was almost destroyed, most of the ponies there migrated here and started to build our village, Valhalla.”

“As thou can see,” Luna started, shooting Chrysalis a bit of a glare. “We do not plan on allowing this castle to become a ruin. Though,” She said, her look softening as she turned to Chiton. “There is a patch of fertile land just outside of the forest where this castle lies. Thy village of changelings could be started there,” she offered.

“Wait...” Chrysalis tapped her chin, “If you make the village there...you’d be founding Ponyville nine hundred years early and in place of the Apple Family...” she muttered, looking deep in thought.

“It’d probably be more like Lingville,” Zinnia chuckled.

“Very well,” Celestia sighed. “Where would thou suggest we create this village?”

“We’re not saying it’s a bad idea,” Zinnia clarified. “Just that it’d make a few differences appear between our worlds, ones more noticeable than the obvious.” She gestured between Chrysalis and Chiton to prove her point.

“Then dost thou have any complaints about this location?” Luna asked, glancing at Chiton.

“As long as nothing untoward happens to our Changelings, thou could place the village in a tundra for all we care,” Chiton replied with a shrug.

“Then it’s settled!” Zinnia cried, smiling brightly. “The Changelings shall build a hive-village on the edge of the Everfree and name it Lingville, opening the gates for peace between Changelings and Ponies alike!”

“We did not agree upon the name Lingville,” Chiton interjected.

“Hmm...”Chrysalis buzzed her wings, an idea forming in her head.

“What’cha thinkin’, Chryssi?” Zinnia asked, leaning in towards her.

“Either Outer Heaven or,” she held a hoof up, “More appropriately, Gunsmoke.”

“Gunsmoke?” Chiton asked, tilting her head. “We hath not heard of such a thing, but it sounds intriguing."

“It’s the name of the ‘world’ Vash is ‘from.” Chrysalis air-quoted.

“Vash was the tall one, correct?”

“Yeah, with the blonde hair,” Zinnia provided.

“Speaking of Vash,” Celestia interrupted. “Now that we have brokered the beginnings of peace, can we expect that he and Jason will be released.”

“Yes, we shall return thy mate. Though we are sorely tempted to see what kind of love we could extract from one who two princesses have shown their affection to,” she mused with a tittering laugh.

“Didn’t you do that once?” Zinnia asked, turning to Chrysalis with her brow raised questioningly.

“There are many different types of love, for example, the love I gained from Shining Armor allowed me to strike down Celestia herself.” Chrysalis explained, a smug look on her face.

“As we were saying,” Celestia said with a bit of irritation. “We would be most appreciative if thou could return Vash and Jason as soon as possible. Along with any other ponies thou has in thy possession.”

“Very well, that could be arranged,” Chiton replied with a bit of a sigh.

(The Hive, Vash's PoV)

Time had passed and the drones had basically become just a thing in the background. I looked over to where Jason was sitting, still reading that mysterious book. I turned away from him and scraped off some more ice that I had missed. Eventually though, the silence was too much for me to take.

“Jason, are you pissed at me or something?” I asked without looking at him.

“Yes.” he didn’t look up from his book.

“Is there anything I could do that could help you… not be pissed at me?”

“I dunno Vash, is there?”

“Alright, I guess that was just a stupid question,” I said with a sigh. “If it makes any difference, I really am sorry.”

“We both are Vash.” he turned the page, still not looking up.

“This is one of those things that needs time, isn’t it?” I asked with a sigh.

“Most likely yes...” he said, finally looking up at me.

“Okay, I guess I’ll have to live with that. I’m gonna be honest though, patience was never one of my virtues,” I said with a weak smile, trying to add some levity to the situation.

“Same here,” he looked back at his book before letting out a sigh, closing it.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, slightly worried.

“I’m fine Vash,” Jason insists, brushing hair out of his eyes.

“Then why did you close your book?”

“Got tired of reading.”

“Okay, well…” I started, unsure of what to say. “Have you thought of any names for the baby?” I asked, scratching my cheek.

“A few...” Jason looked down, placing a hand on his stomach.

“Cool, I thought of one or two myself,” I said with a chuckle. “Can I hear yours?”

“You first.” he gave a slight smile, gesturing for me to move over to him.

I did as he indicated and slid over a couple feet away from him. “Well, if it’s a girl I thought something like Valkyrie would be kind of cool. Playing off the norse thing you’ve got going on with your other kids. And if it’s a boy, I dunno, something like Flash. A sort of play on my own name. Kind of stupid, huh?” I conceded with a weak laugh.

“I’m not naming my kid Flash,” Jason rolled his eyes, his smile growing.

“Well I thought Vash Jr would be a little too awful,” I countered.

“That's even worse, you're terrible at this you know that?”

“Okay, then what are your baby names if you’re so good at this?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Well, there’s Zidane, Viola, Raven, Lightning, and a whole lot of others we can steal from popular media.”

“Okay, I concede. You really are better at this than I am.”

“Well of course I am,” he smirked, leaning back against the wall.

“You are so lucky I would never hit a pregnant lady.”

“You wouldn’t hit a lady in general yah pussy.”

“Hey, I am not a pussy,” I said with fake indignation.

“You’re right, you're just pussy whipped.’ Jason smirked.

“That I won’t deny,” I returned with a smirk of my own. “At least I don’t make threats to the mother of my children.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“It was a joke, based on that little interaction when I was in your Equestria.”

He just rolled his eyes, socking me in the arm.

“Ow,” I groaned, rubbing where he had hit me. “I knew I should’ve sat on your other side. Then you would’ve hit my metal arm.”

“Suck it up pansy,” he chuckled, leaning on me.

“Oh, so I’m a pansy instead of a pussy now?” I asked, jumping slightly from the contact.

“You’re both,” he said closing his eyes, “And yes, I’m going to milk my condition for all its worth. Now stay still, there ain’t nothing else comfy to relax on.”

“You could threaten to kill one of the drones with the flick of your wrist,” I mused. “That might make them a bit more receptive to let you using them as a cushion.”

“Eh, you’re already here,” he said with a shrug.

“Whatever, you know I can never say no to a lady anyway.”

“Glad we have it all worked out then.”

A drone chose that moment to walk over, gaining our attention.

“The Queen hath informed us that thine peace offering hath been accepted,” the drone said. “As such, thou art free to leave at thine convenience.”

“And what about the other guards and ponies here?” I asked.

“They are also free to leave,” the drone replied. “The hive is to be relocated to a patch of land bordering thy ‘Everfree Forest’.”

“Oh boy, looks like I’m going to have a heavy workload for a while,” I said with a sigh.

“You got me to help ya,” Jason said, putting a hand on my shoulder, “So don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, are you any good at setting up pipes? Or are you more of a carpentry kind of guy?”

“I don’t know how to do either of those things, I was going to school for paleontology.”

“Well, I know you’re good at heavy lifting so I guess that’ll help lighten the workload.”

He nodded, “Now let's go get those other ponies before they end up vegetables or something.”

“Alright,” I said, getting up and brushing myself off before extending a hand to help him up. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

“What a gentleman,” he teased before taking my hand.

“Only when I’m with the right lady,” I teased back.

“Hitting on me again him? Have a think for transgendered guys huh?”

“I am a non-discriminatory man,” I told him with a puffed up chest. “If somebody identifies as a lady then I will treat them like a lady.” I then chuckled as I added, “having a figure like the one you’re rocking now doesn’t hurt either.”

“What you mean these?” he asked, posing a bit, pushing his chest out, “I keep seeing you stare at them. I take it you like them?”

“I will plead the fifth on that one. Though the thought of them swelling up during the pregnancy has crossed my mind once or twice,” I laughed. “Now, how are we getting back to the castle? I don’t know if the ponies will have the strength to walk for a few days.”

“I can just teleport us there,” Jason said with a shrug, “Shouldn’t be more than a single trip.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to find an excuse to snuggle up to me again?” I joked.

“Hahaha,” Jason said, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, calm down there Jason,” I said giving him a pat on the back. “Let’s just grab those ponies and teleport out of here. I don’t know about you, but I’d hate to keep my marefriends waiting too long.”

“Lead the way then,” he gestured with his hand, watching me.

“Why am I the one leading the way?” I asked, starting down the tunnel.

“Because I said.”

“Fine… I didn’t want to stare at your ass anyway,” I muttered under my breath. It didn’t take us long to make it to the chamber where all the pods were, and once we had allowed them all to get their bearings after being in the pods for so long, we were gone in a flash of light. We reappeared a few moments later, and once the nausea was gone I noticed that we were back in the throne room.

“Ugh, how are you so okay with traveling like this?” I asked, looking over to Jason.

“I’m used to it,” Jason said, shrugging. “Plus, I’ve had to do a lot worse for a lot longer.”

“I’m not that bad!” Zinnia and I cried out, Zinnia from beyond a doorway.

“What...?” he asked blinking.

“Never mind, Jay. You’re too innocent to understand sometimes,” Zinnia sighed, walking back in. “Hope nobody minds, but I just sent a guard on a cookie run. I got the munchies,” she added, shooting a light glare at Chiton.

“Hi Zinnia,” I said with a little wave. “You didn’t cause Morning and the others any trouble, did you?”

“She put my tail in her breasts!” Morning screeched.

“Nope!” Zinnia said straight after, a sweet smile on her face.

“So, business as usual yeah? And no Zinnia, I’m not innocent, I’ve killed more people than everyone in this castle combined.”

“I meant you don’t always understand innuendoes, ya stupid fool,” the Draconid groaned, flinching when her stomach growled. “Where’re my cookies, dammit!”

“Your highnesses!” a voice called, and we all turned to see a panicked-looking guard come charging in.

“You’re the one I sent for cookies!” Zinnia growled. “Where are they?!”

“Yes, guardsmare?” Luna asked, raising her brow and ignoring the Draconid for the moment. “What is thy problem?”

The mare took a moment to regain her breath before answering. “There’s a strange creature attacking the guards at the gate!” she cried, pointing in the general direction of the gates in question. “It seems to be a mass of blue tentacles on two small red feet!”

Immediately, all eyes turned to Zinnia, unamused.

“What?!” she cried. “Just because a tentacle monster’s on the loose you think it’s me?”

“Zinnia,” I groaned. “It fits the exact description of a Tangela. Now, who here has a world where Pokemon exist?” He paused, looking around. “Oh, no one but Zinnia? How incriminating."

“And,” Morning chimed. “Thou hast not only made sexual comments and advances since thou arrived, but thou hast admitted to have a fetish for, quote, ‘everything but incest’.”

“Now,” Jason deadpanned. “Are you really going to sit there and tell us that’s not your Tangela out there?”

Zinnia stood stubbornly for all of two minutes before sighing, beginning to walk out of the room. “Fine, I’ll go get Writher to stop,” she grumbled.

“You know...I don’t actually remember if I have a Tangela scan...” Jason mumbled, following after her.

“And it’s been a while since I’ve seen some tentacle porn, so I should go too,” I commented as I followed along.

“Those are my guards, so of course I must help,” Morning added.

“I get the feeling Vash is the only one being honest!” Zinnia called, laughing. “Why do you think he’s called Writher?”

“I can already tell I’m getting way more than I want out of this...”Jason muttered, crossing his arms.

Zinnia’s laughter echoed through the halls as she led the way to the main gates, finally getting herself under control as she placed her hands against the doors and pushed. The sight that greeted us… was not pleasant.

Broken arms, legs, and I’m pretty sure ribs were just a few of the injuries these poor guards had suffered, all at the hands of the admittedly adorable ball of… whatever they were stood between them. It glared up at us for a moment before it seemed to recognise Zinnia, running forwards with a happy squeal.

“Writher!” Zinnia cried, scooping the Tangela up in her arms. “Am I glad you’re safe! But you shouldn’t have hurt them so much, they’re only doing their job!” she added, chastising it.

“Yeah, you can’t just go attacking ponies at random little guy,” I said with a chuckle.

Jason sighed, moving from guard to guard, healing their wounds with what I assume is magic. The Tangela, meanwhile, turned to me, staring with what I can only hope is wonder.

“Uh Zinnia,” I asked nervously. “Is this a normal thing with him, or…?”

“You said you were a plant, right?” she asked, and I nodded quickly. “Well he can probably sense that, but he’s wondering why you look human.” She paused, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Hey Jay, you think he can talk to Grass Types?!”

“Aren’t Plants energy beings?” he called back, not looking away from his work.

“That’s what I thought,” I called back. “Then again, I guess, it wouldn’t hurt to try and talk with the little guy.” I then leaned down, looking Writher in the eyes. “You got anything to say to me, buddy?”

“Your girlfriend’s hot, dude. Can I have a go?”

“I am talking to a pokemon… one of my childhood dreams has just been realized,” I said with a wild grin on my face.

“What’d he say?” Zinnia asked. “I can’t really read his body language with him being without much of a body.”

“Yes Vash, what did he say?” Morning asked, coming over to my side

“Uhh…” I started looking between them and Writher before settling on Writher.

“Well?” he asked. “You gonna ask or not?”

“Well, it turns out that he’s definitely your pokemon, Zinnia,” I said with a sigh and shaking my head.

“What do you mean? I only found him yesterday, and he followed me!” she explained. “I haven’t trained or gotten to know him at all yet, I only named him that because he got a bit… adventurous when I tripped over.”

“He better keep those tentacles away from me...” Jason warned, looking over his shoulder. A blue vine promptly scurried away, re-tangling itself in Writher’s body.

I ignored what Jason just said and leaned in closer to Writher. “When she says adventurous, how far did you get with her exactly?” I whispered to him.

“Dark side of the moon, brother,” he replied. “With calcium-rich refreshments.”

“Mad respect bro,” I said with a nod. “Next time you do that, see if you can record it and send me the video.”

“Video of what?” Zinnia asked.

“What is this ‘Video’ thou speak of?” Morning chimed in, leaning closer.

“Ignore them,” I whispered. “Can you manage that?”

“The only camera in my world is Mistress’s iPod, but I’ll try dude. Anything for a brother.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I said with tears welling up in my eyes. as I held out a hand for Writher. “No matter what happens, you and I are friends for life.”

“Word,” he replied, making a fist with five of his tentacles and fist-bumping me.

“Okay seriously, what’s up with this!?” Zinnia cried. “You know I’ll just get Mesprit to read your mind if you don’t tell me, Writher!”

“She’s bluffing, hold fast brother,” I said with a grave expression.

“She’s not… that Noivern was raised by her…”

“If you manage to pull this off,” I started, getting in close to Writher. “I’ll let you have a shot with Morning, and the princesses.”

“And I’m pulling Writher away now,” Zinnia stated. “Mainly because angry Naga heard you say that.”

“You’re boned. I’ll still try though!”

“Thank you bro… Ack!” I cried as Morning’s tail wrapped around my neck.

“What were thou discussing with that creature, Vash?” Morning asked with a twitching eye. I gurgled out a response all while my face started to turn blue.

“Ah!” Zinnia suddenly cried out. “Writher, I’m all for a bit of fun, but… Oh, oh!” she turned to me with a glare, though it was slightly less effective with the smirk on her face. “Morning, I do believe I know,” she purred, leading the mare away as her grip loosened and I sucked in air.

“Dude, I tried to get the iPod and she figured it out! I’m sorry!” Writher wailed, helping me up.

Jason hummed as he moved over, the Omnitrix scanning Writher. “There,” he said smirking, “Now I am the tentacle monster.”

“Well that’s just great,” I said, rubbing my sore neck. “I hope you get a lot of use out of that form. As for you,” I continued, turning to Writher. “Dude, why did you try to take the iPod now of all times? Wait until no one’s around man.”

“Because I’m not the only Pokemon that was sent here, and Mistress is gonna wanna find Sonar before she leaves! I was gonna get the footage tonight for ya, bro!” he said, pausing to give me a flat stare. “And you think she cares who sees her go at it? Word travels fast, bro. She gangbanged a girl in the sky with her Double Team clones, then pulled a dominatrix show walkin’ through Canterlot.”

“And just because your trainer acts like that, doesn’t mean that you should,” I admonished. “Remember this phrase and you’ll go far my friend, ‘Gentleman on the streets, pervert in the sheets,’” I finished with a sagely nod.

“I don’t even...”Jason sighed, facepalming.

“So, Vash,” Zinnia growled from behind me, and I paled.

“Care to explain something to us?” Morning added.

“Eep,” I squeaked, trembling where I stood.

After a long and… painful talk with Zinnia and Morning, all of us were in the throne room. All of my marefriends shooting me a glare.

“So...we still need to talk about the herd situation,” Chrysalis spoke up, currently feeding her larva, who Chiton were watching closely.

“While I am not completely happy about the situation,” Morning started. “I do feel that we all have an obligation to the foal.”

“If I may?” Zinnia said, raising her hand. “I also have a child of Jason’s, and have recently gotten into a relationship with a Displaced named Umbra. Where do we stand in this?”

“I think that makes us one long, insane extended family,” Jason said, sitting on a couch with Rarity, who was on her side, head in his lap, dozing off.

“True, even if we are not a completely sexually active herd,” Morning interjected. “Forming some form of relationship should prove to be the best solution.”

“How about this?” Zinnia started, standing and pacing around the room. “We’re all in one big herd, but that herd is, in fact, made up of smaller herds - mine, Vash’s and Jason’s. We can intermingle and have fun with each other, but we don’t have to.”

“And we can’t just visit for sex, either!” Jason added, looking to Vash and Zinnia in particular. “There has to be a legitimate reason for dropping in unannounced, unless you’re invited.”

“Sounds good to me!” Chrysalis smiled, “Welcome to the family! I hope you’ll all come to the reunion! Hel is letting most of Jay’s family come.”

“Are you kidding?” I cheered with a big grin. “You couldn’t keep me away from that!”

“Excellent!” Chrysalis said before blinking, “Wait...where’s Megan?”

Zinnia looked around frantically. “I don’t see Writher!” she cried out fearfully.

Thankfully, both parties soon walked through a side door, a plate of cookies held in Writher’s vines as he and Megan munched on them, laughing merrily.

“I swear tentacle man you did ANYTHING with my mom, you die.” Jason hissed, giving Writher a death glare.

“Vash, please tell the gender-bender that we had cookies and that’s all,” Writher deadpanned, shoving another cookie into his mouth.

“Writher says they just had cookies,” I relayed to Jason.

“Well,” Zinnia groaned, stretching out. “It’s pretty late, so I’m gonna hit the sack. Can I borrow a room for the night?”

“Sure thing, just let a guard lead you to one of the empty ones,” I told her.

“Ooh,” Zinnia cooed as a grey-furred mare began to lead her away. “This one may not come back tonight! Come along, Writher!”

“Dude,” Writher breathed, drooling slightly. “I will definitely get you footage of that.”

“Godspeed my friend!” I called out with a thumbs up. “Godspeed!”

“Well, you certainly live up to your family,” Megan commented, taking a seat next to Jason, taking a bite out of her cookie.

“I know....I hate it...” he groaned, letting his head fall back, sighing a little.

“Still talking about Loki?” I asked.

“Yup...” he muttered, not looking at me.

“Well… to be fair you were already like him before,” I added. “He did have a horse baby after all.”

“Oh fuck off Vash.”

“Is that any way to talk in front of your mother?” I asked.

“It’s just words,” Megan said, shrugging a little.

“Man, you’re a cool mom,” I said with a grin. “My mom would’ve tanned my backside if I said something like that in front of her.”

“You’d be surprised what I let slide.” Megan smiled, sharing a look with Jason.

“Heh, you must have the patience of a saint,” I commented with a chuckle.

“Well,I do have him as a son.” she teased, giggling a little.

“I can only imagine,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well,” Morning said, her tail wrapping around my arm. “I do believe that the princesses and I have some very important business to discuss with thee, Vash. Good night Jason, Megan, Chrysalis.”

“We hope thou sleeps well,” Celestia added, leading the way out of the throne room. Luna nodded and followed after her sister, with Morning dragging me along behind.

“Help me?” I pleaded.

“Nope,” Jason said, taking his book out, burying himself in it.