Zinnia sat up slowly, stretching as she yawned. She hadn’t slept very well, what with her nightmare, but she shrugged it off as merely the latest in a long line. She had long since become desensitized to the effects of the night-terrors, and she wasn’t at all surprised as the fact that the dragon which had swallowed her whole - which she had since identified as the atmospheric Pokemon, Rayquaza - had shown up. She shrugged it off, standing as she stretched once more. The lilac sheets of her new bed fell to the ground, exposing her to be wearing naught but a pair of dark blue, silken panties with purple lace trimming. Her ample D-cup breasts heaved as she sighed, searching the room for the clothes she had discarded the previous night.

As Zinnia bent down to grab her matching bra, something small and metallic smacked her on the ass. Shooting upright, Zinnia saw that the object was, in fact, an exact replica of a Unitrix core from Ben Ten.

“Oh man, I used to love that show!” she shouted, grabbing the core and holding it up. As she did, a man’s voice resounded in her mind.

I am the changer of shape, seeking to understand the many forms of life. Call for the man of many shapes during your hour of need and I will come, a one man army. Activate the cylinder and in a flash I’ll be ready to clash.

Zinnia raised her brow, chuckling slightly. She sat back on her bed, clothes forgotten as she hefted the cylinder before her eyes.

“‘In a flash I’ll be ready to clash’? Seriously? I’ve gotta meet this guy so I can smack him for such a bad rhyme.” She said, absently rubbing her thumb over the top of the device. A soft *click* caused her to eye the thing strangely before in activated in a green light. Zinnia dropped the device in shock, watching as it shot a green beam at her wall. A portal opened on the wall, the beam acting as a centre point as the hole in reality widened to be roughly the height of the average man.

“I’m not sure if you should be asking me for advice Spike,” a rather tall human male said as he walked through the portal. A cyn pony with a rainbow mane and what looked like metallic legs trotted in after him, a small purple lizard on her back.

“Weren’t you the one that told the Crusaders that we could be a herd?” the lizard asked, its voice male.

“Yeah, and I’m still being told its a bad idea.” The man paused, looking around. “Ok, this is not Valhalla.”

Zinnia stared at the three visitors, not entirely sure what she was looking at. She waved awkwardly at them, before clearing her throat.

“Uhh, hi?” she started, looking from one to the other. “Not entirely sure what’s going on here, with the portal and stuff, but I guess welcome to my bedroom.”

“Seriously lady?” he asked, quickly covering the lizard’s eyes, “Put a shirt on.”

Zinnia looked down at her chest, just now remembering that she was, in fact, mostly nude.

“Can you see mine anywhere? It’s the only one I’ve got and I have no idea where it is. Black, with red markings on the chest.” she said, standing and looking around.

“What is it with you guys and clothes anyway?” the pony asked, rolling her eyes, “Over there,’ she said, pointing with a talon to the corner of the room, where said article of clothing was laying on the floor.

“I forgot why, myself, talon pony.” Zinnia replied, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over her head. She ignored the fact that she was still in her panties. “I never really had to cover myself for a while, so it’s just natural for me. Also, you’re freakin’ adorable in a deadly sort of way.”

“Thanks,” the pony said with a smirk. The man just rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away from the irate lizard.

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat,” I’m Jason, this is Rainbow Dash and the little guy is Spike.”

“Nice ta meet ya!” Spike said, dropping his irate look and shooting Zinnia a smile, waving at her.

“Nice to meet you too, Spike. I’m Zinnia,” her eyes flicked to the ‘door’ of her room, seeing a tuft of maroon hair. She rolled her eyes and giggled slightly, causing her chest to bounce. “And the mare who thinks she’s being sneaky is Whiplash, my personal assistant assigned by Celestia herself.”

“H-hi.” the Pegasus stuttered, stepping around the corner and getting a good look at their impromptu guests. Her eyes lingered on Jason before she let out an involuntary “Woof!”.

“What?” he asked blankly, looking at the Pegasus.

“I think she likes you, dude.” Zinnia stated, causing Whiplash’s face to turn from forest green to dark red in a matter of seconds. “And I must say, I wouldn’t mind a go at you myself…” she added, falling into a lidded gaze that most would call ‘bedroom eyes’. If Zinnia saw them herself she would have called them ‘creepy’.

“I’m married,” Jason said flatly, crossing his arms, “So no thank you.”

“Shame. Wouldn’t have minded a little five-way. I’m sure talons can scratch that particular itch just right.” Zinnia’s gaze turned on Rainbow Dash, who’s wings sprung to attention at the husky tone of the woman’s voice.

“C-can we change the subject, please?” Whiplash asked, blushing even harder than before as she fought to keep her own wings down.

“Fine.” Zinnia groaned. “Just try’na have some fun…” she trailed off as a loud *crack!* filled the room, her head whipping around to see the egg sat on the other side of her bed, a large crack forming in it’s sky-blue shell.

“Is that an egg?” Dash asked, letting Spike off her back, “You hatching a dragon or somethin’?”

“I didn’t think it would be this soon, and probably not the kind of dragon you’re thinking of, but yeah!” Zinnia began breathing heavily, sweat forming on her brow. “My baby boy’s hatching! Whiplash, blankets and food, now!” she barked, and the upright Pegasus shot out of the room.

“What kind of dragon is it?” Spike asked, waddling over to Zinnia. “Ya know, I’m a dragon too!” he smiled proudly, striking a bit of a pose.

“Not the dragon that I’m holding, dude.” Zinnia stated, giving the drake nervous smirk “This one’s more of a Dragon-Type.” The egg gave a lurch, the crack growing as Zinnia struggled to keep a hold of it. “I have no idea what I’m doing!” she shouted, looking desperately to Jason for help.

“Set it down,” Jason said, gesturing toward the bed, “Make a nest out of your blankets,” he ordered her.

Zinnia did as instructed, hands shaking as she pulled the lilac sheets around the hatching dragon. “What now?” she asked, trembling as she stood up. Whiplash returned at that moment with the requested items, and Zinnia quickly took a large bite out of the sandwich before spitting it out. “The fuck?! Why the fuck is there a flower on my sandwich!?”

“Here,” Jason said, pulling a sack out of his pocket, tossing it to Zinnia, “Got nuts. That's about several pounds of jerky in there.”

“Jerky?” Whiplash asked, head tilted slightly to the side. “What’s jerky?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Zinnia said, opening the bag and pulling a piece of meat out. “More importantly, what kind of jerky? Beef? Turkey? Oh, please say you just gave me turkey jerky!”

“Boar, taken from the body of an immortal boar that resurrects himself the day after you kill him,” Jason said with a grin. Dash stared at the jerky, licking her lips.

Zinnia stared for a moment before it seeming to click back into consciousness. “Saehrimnir?” she asked, throwing the piece of jerky in her hand to Dash before grabbing another piece for herself, devouring it in seconds.

“Huh, I’m surprised someone actually knew that,” Jason said, watching as Dash snatched the jerky away, starting to num on it like a madwoman.

“Meh, I liked the Thor movies and decided to read up on Norse mythology because of them.” Zinnia’s attention was drawn back to the egg as it gave one final shake before the shell burst, sending shards in all directions. The dragonling left behind was a small, sky-blue drake with a tan underbelly and a silver-grey set of spines that ran the length of it’s slightly elongated neck. Tiny white fangs poked out of it’s mouth, glinting as it looked around, blinking it’s coal-black eyes. It seemed to lock onto Zinnia after a moment, reaching out with it’s stubby blue arms as it gurgled at her.

“Oh geez, is that a Bagon?” Jason asked, looking at the little creature, kneeling down to get a better look.

Zinnia lifted the drake into her arms, smiling slightly. “Yeah…” she said, lifting a piece of the jerky to the Bagon’s mouth. “I think I’ll call him… Stryker.”

Jason held his right arm up, revealing that he owned an Omnitrix to Zinnia. It chirped, passing a yellow light over the new-born. It didn’t seem to like the light, starting to wail rather loudly.

“Aw come on Jay!” Dash groaned, covering her ears, “I thought you were better with kids!”

“I usually am...” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head, “Uh... sorry about that...”

“It’s fine.” the woman said, smiling. “He’s just hungry.” She proceeded to feed Stryker the boar jerky, taking a piece for herself every so often. “This is good!”

Uncatalogued DNA detected! the watch chirped.

“Yes I know, I have to scan the Pegasus," Jason said with a roll of his eyes. He moved toward Whiplash, only to stop as the watch scanned Zinnia. “Wasn’t expecting that...” he said, blinking in surprise.

“Me neither…” Zinnia agreed, glaring at the watch. “Unless you aren’t human.”

“I’m not, and I already have a human form.” Jason explained, “That means, you aren’t human.”

“Fucking wonderful!” Zinnia Roared, her voice raising in volume to the point that everyone in the room - except, surprisingly, baby Stryker - had to cover their ears or suffer the complete destruction of their eardrums. “As if I wasn’t fucked over enough in my life, now I’m not even a human fucking being!!!”

“Calm down!” Jason shouted, giving her a nice slap, “You should consider yourself lucky, a lot of us get turned into monsters.”

“Whadd’ya mean, monsters?” Zinnia’s facial features were clearly waging war, the main factions being rage, confusion and intrigue. Intrigue seemed to be winning.

“You haven’t had the talk yet have you?” he asked with a sigh, running a hand down his face.

“Yes, I know what sex is.” Zinnia sighed. The war had ended, with annoyance reigning supreme over Zinnia’s face. “I tried to talk you into it, remember?”

“That's not the talk,” Jason said, looking at the floor, “You went to a con, cosplayed probably, bought something from some creepy guy and wound up here correct?”

“Incorrect! I was given my anklet, wherever the fuck I left it, by a nurse at the mental hospital where I lived after my brother disappeared. Then a dragon ate me. Now I’m here.”

“Ok, that's different,” Jason said with a blink, “Still, you are now a Displaced. There are Yggdrasil knows how many of us, each sent to a different version of Equestria.”

“Are they taken by Void creatures?”

“It’s usually by one guy, The Merchant...who is dressed as the Merchant from Resident Evil 4,”Jason said, waving his watch arm, “I bought this thing from him and got sent to my Equestria.”

“Ah, never played that. But still, guy sounds like a dick. At least my one was hot and let me do her first.”

“Do her?” Spike asked rather innocently.

“He’s a minor? Fuck…” Zinnia sighed, dejected. “Why didn’t you say when I suggested the five-way!? Now I look like a pedo!”

“You’re fine,” Jason said, giving her a pat on the back, “Anyway... this is a Pokémon universe yes?”

“I’d guess so. A Salamence and a Hydreigon duked it out at the castle the other day, if that helps. The Salamence was Stryker’s biological mom, but she died and gave me his egg. The Hydreigon ran off, don’t know where to.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, a tremendous roar echoed through the halls of the cave, causing everyone to stiffen up. Whiplash threw Zinnia’s shorts at her in a panic, the woman pulling them on quickly after gently placing Stryker back on the bed.

“Whiplash,” she barked, pulling her cloak from atop the bed when she spotted it's corner hanging off the roofing’s edge. “Watch Stryker for me.” The Pegasus just nodded, taking a seat beside the frightened child.

“Don’t worry,” Jason said, quickly stealing a scan off Whiplash, “I got this. Omnitrix, XLR8,” he commanded, and in a flash of green light, shifted into a vaguely velociraptor-esque creature before zipping out of the cave in a blur. Zinnia chased after him, the roaring leading her to the second of the many hangar-like caves in her home. There, she found a large creature that appeared to be a hybrid of a bat and a wyvern stood in the centre of the room, a white cloak of fur running down it’s back, covering the coarse black hairs that covered it’s purple scales everywhere but it’s underbelly. A powerful tail whipped around behind it in annoyance as Jason zipped in and out, delivering punch after punch whilst avoiding it’s claws. It’s large, sonar-like ears pulsed once before it let out a deafening screech, sending Jason flying back before he flipped over, landing at Zinnia’s side.

“I don’t think that’ll work against a Noivern, Jay.“ Zinnia stated, focusing on the burning feeling in her stomach. “You need something good against Dragon- and Flying-Types.” she spat the Ember at the dragon, cursing the fact that that was the only thing she could consciously do as it burned out on it’s leathery wing. They dodged as the Noivern let loose a Dragon Pulse, destroying a chunk of rock where they had just been standing. “It’ll just use Boomburst again if you try and get close.”

“Ok fine, gives me an excuse to do this anyway, Omnitrix, Second Sight,” he commanded, shifting into a tall, cat-like creature with a purple tail.

“Where the actual fuck did you meet a fucking Mewtwo!” Zinnia shouted. Even the Noivern seemed to do a double-take as it now faced one of it’s Gods - or at least a copy of it.

‘ A Mewtwo Displaced by the name of Medulla, nice guy’ Jason spoke via telepathy before hurling a shadow ball at the Noivern.

“I’ll have to look out for him then, won’t I.” Zinnia whispered, spitting another Ember at the Noivern whilst it was distracted. “Dammit, I apparently used Dragon Claw yesterday, too! Where the fuck is that now?!”

“ Don’t worry I got this,” Jason said, catching the Noivern with a Thunder Punch, sending it to the ground. He shifted back to normal, quickly stealing a scan off of it.

“Wow. Remind me not to piss you off, man.” Zinnia stated, walking over to the downed dragon. It stared at her, obviously injured. “Why did you attack my home, bug guy?” she asked it, reaching out and stroking its neck. What she didn’t expect when asking, however, was for it to answer.

“This is not your home, Draconid. This cave belongs to Sky Slicer, my best friend.” it rumbled in a deep, masculine voice. Zinnia looked to Jason in shock, looking for an answer. However, he didn’t seem to be able to hear anything coming from the drake, as he just gave her a blank stare.

“Hey, Jay?” she started, an idea forming in her head. “Can you go ahead and turn into the form you got from me?”

“Uh... sure,” he said with a nod, “Give me a sec to find it, I have like three forms in here that look human,” he muttered, popping up the Omnitrix’s dial, browsing through it, “Ok I think this is it...” he said, pushing it down. With a flash of green, Jason morphed into a male version of Zinnia, though his hair remained it’s original colour and was slightly longer. Instead of hot-pants, he wore a pair of black skinny jeans, and a black muscle shirt replaced Zinnia’s t-shirt, the red markings forming a delta sign. An emerald-green cape hung around his neck, fastened by a golden buckle in the shape of the delta sign, the same sign being tattooed onto his face, surrounding the left eye. Dragonair tattoos circled his arms, the tails disappearing under the cape and the heads resting on the backs of his hands. Black combat boots finished the look, with crimson shoelaces keeping them strapped tight.

“Well this is new,” Jason spoke, blinking at his new form, “This form got a lot better of an outfit than Gram did.” He looked up at Zinnia. “What do you think?”

Zinnia stared for a moment before smacking herself, shaking herself out of the trance. “I think I’m really disappointed in the fact that you’re married.”

“I’m confused as to why the young ice-child became a Draconid.” Noivern added, blinking rapidly. Jason jumped at the new voice, staring at the drake for a moment.

“First off, I’m a Jotun, not an ice child,” Jason said, shaking his head, “And secondly, how the hell do you even know that?”

“You’re essence is imbued with the powers of ice. I merely assumed you were a child to the Ice-Types as the Draconids are to the Dragon-Types. My apologies, Jotun.” the drake bowed his head to Jason, rising as the strength returned to his body. “I now feel foolish for acting so brash, as the scent of Sky Slicer’s scales still burns on the wind. Tell me, Draconid girl, has she passed?”

“If Sky Slicer was the Salamence, then yes, she died two days ago. She was burned in this room yesterday, and she entrusted her child to me, who hatched this morning. I have named him Stryker.”

“I can vouch for the hatching, little guy’s back that way,” Jason said, gesturing to the chamber they had come from, “He seems healthy, though I don’t know much about Pokemon health in the first place.”

“I would see the child, if the guardian would allow it.” It was posed as a question, but both Jason and Zinnia could tell it wasn’t.

“I’ll just go get him.” Zinnia said before heading back to her bedroom, leaving Jason and the Noivern alone. Upon arriving, she found Spike and Stryker bouncing on her bed with Whiplash watching them, Rainbow Dash drumming her talons on the stone floor. The prismatic mare perked up when Zinnia walked in, scrambling to stand.

“What’s going on?” she asked, gripping Zinnia’s shirt. “Did you win? Where’s Jason?”

“Come with me and you can find out, I just came to get Stryker.” Zinnia removed Dash’s talons from her shirt before scooping Stryker up into her arms and leading the way back to where Jason and the Noivern were talking about his Mewtwo form and how he had acquired it. Noivern had just seemed to wrap his head around the idea of multiple universes when he noticed the others enter, and almost immediately a smile appeared on his face.

“Ah, the hatchling is indeed quite healthy. And strong! To have only just hatched and already be able to cause Twisters!” proclaimed, his booming laughter filling the caves soon after. “I believe he will grow to be a great warrior!”

“That's always good to hear,” Jason said with a smile, “I’ll have to come back when he’s a Salamence.”

“I’ll give you a call, but why’re you skipping a stage?” Zinnia said, brow raised. “Shelgon's defences would probably be pretty handy at some point.”

“Because I already have a form with unbreakable armour,” Jason said with a shrug, “NRG’s suit can only be pierced my tadinite.”

“Oh yeah. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to come see your nephew every now and then, would it?”

“What?” Jason asked, looking at her like she was insane.

“Hey, you took both his DNA and mine.” Zinnia punctuated both parties by poking Jason in the chest. “That makes you family, and you clearly can’t be the father if you’ve already got a wife, can you? That makes you Uncle Jay.”

“Oh sweet Yggdrasil, its the Apples all over again,” Jason groaned, hanging his head.

“Your family just gets weirder and weirder Jay,” Dash said with a snicker, “Lady, you have no idea how crazy this guys family reunion is going to be.”

“Well, he said he’s Jotun, so I’m guessing he’s related to at least one of the Norse Gods. Which then means he’s related to almost all of them. And then there’s the Apple comment, so I’m guessing there’s some ponies in there somewhere. Add in the wife… yeah, sounds like a fun reunion.”

“Actually, he’s got two wives,” Spike called up, waddling into the room, “And he’s also related to Gilgamesh.”

“What he said,”

“Gilgamesh? Who’s that?” Zinnia asked, before her face met her palm. “Wait, don’t tell me, it’s another Displaced.”

“Yeah, great guy,” Jason said with a nod, “But, I’m only related to two Norse Gods, Hel is my grandmother and Loki is my great-grandfather. Their uh... all dead besides Hel.”

“You do realise that if Loki’s your great-granddad, then that means you’re related to Thor, and Odin, and the Midgard Serpent, and everyone else in Loki’s extended family, right?”

“That was only in the Marvel stuff, Loki wasn’t actually Thor’s brother,” Jason said shaking his head, “Plus the serpent wasn’t even a god, just some weird... snake Jotun.”

“Aww, and here I was wanting to meet Thor in person.” Zinnia said, pouting slightly. She soon perked up, though. “Oh well, worth a shot!”

“I have no idea how I’m going to survive if everything is this crazy.” Whiplash stated, holding her head. “I’m just glad you’re not somehow related to a snake thing.”

“She kinda is now,” Rainbow Dash pointed out.

“But he just…” Whiplash started before Zinnia cut her off.

“He said the snake wasn’t a God, Whiplash, pay attention,” Zinnia said before turning back to Jason. “And on that note, how do I make one of those portal-calling doohickies?”

“Find something that represents you and focus on it,” Jason instructed, “Then you put a phrase into it and throw it out into the multiverse.”

“Hmm… ah, I’ve got it!” the woman shouted before turning back to Whiplash. “Where’s my anklet?”

“It’s, uh… tied to your cloak for some reason.” the mare replied.

“I wondered what that was!” Spike proclaimed as Zinnia pulled the cloak around to grab at the offending trinket.

“Okay, got the object!” Zinnia turned the anklet over in her hands for a moment before looking at Jason again. “I have no idea what to say.”

“Well, what do you stand for?” Jason asked her, “Try to vocalize that and make it known to the world.”

“Okay… yeah, got it.”

For those of you in need, whether it’s in a fight or you just need some advice, I am here. Merely hold this trinket and call my name and I will be there. I am Zinnia. I am a Draconid. I am the Delta Guardian!”

A moment of silence passed in the cave before Rainbow Dash burst into laughter, rolling around on the floor. Spike was soon to join her, and even Whiplash had a giggle at Zinnia’s expense. The Draconid just huffed before realising something.

“Wait… I only have one of this.” she said.

“Yeah, so?” Spike asked, having recovered from his laughing fit.

“I’ll kinda need it if I ever find a Mega Stone for Stryker.”

“I can help with that,” Jason said, tapping the Omnitrix, shifting into a strange creature that was made up of pieces of other creatures.

“Hello!” it spoke, grabbing Zinnia’s hand and shaking it, “I’m Hodgepodge! I share Jason’s head with like, two other people!”

“Multiple personalities? Just means more uncles for Stryker!” Zinnia exclaimed, pulling the Draconequus into a hug.

“Daw! I’d be happy too!” Hodge said with a smile, hugging her back, “Here ya go!” he said pulling a strange stone out of Zinnia’s hair.

“Salamencite? Nice!” Zinnia said, snatching the stone from the Draconequus. “But I still only have one anklet, and that has my Keystone in it.”

He stretched his arm out, taking it. He then grabbed it and seemed to pull it into two separate anklets. He dropped one into her hands before opening up a hole in the world and tossing it through.

“Well, that was easy.” Zinnia said, fastening the original anklet to her leg. “What now? I can’t think of any other questions for you right now. Oh! Do you have one of my token?”

“Yup,” he said pulling it out of his ear, “I’ll put it in with all the other tokens we have. Though,” he floated over to the Noivern, “You got any friends we can scan? We can never get enough DNA,” he paused, shooting Zinnia a look, “You make a dirty joke and I swear I’ll make you as sexless as a Barbie doll!”

“Aww, but dirty jokes are the best jokes!” Zinnia whined.

“There are others who were coming to see Sky Slicer, but they will not arrive for quite some time.” The Noivern replied.

“I can give you guys a call when they do if you want!”

“Sounds fun!” Hodge said with a smile, “I can’t wait!” he said, hugging Zinnia again, “We best be going before they get worried about us.” He flexed his talons before slicing open a tear in reality.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later then!” Zinnia said with a wave as Rainbow Dash and Spike joined Hodgepodge at the tear. “Oh, I almost forgot! Could one of you smack Jason for the horrible rhyming he put in his call please? Thank you!”

“Yup!” he said, pushing the others in before waving one last time and diving through the tear, which sealed up behind them.

“Nice guy.” Zinnia said, staring after the group.

“Which one?” Whiplash asked. “The one that looked like you or the crazy one?”

“Both of them.”

A moment of silence passed by before Whiplash asked something that had been on her mind since Stryker's egg had hatched.

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