Hi. Well it seems you have caught me at a bit of a bad time. I would stand and greet you, however being encased in stone while you are crying, kind of puts a dampener on that.

Oh! Where are my manners. I am Bahamut, Conquerer of the Skies, The Dragon Queen, the Hallowed Mother, the First Dam. A pleasure to meet you. I would take your hand and shake it, but again my predicament won’t allow it.

I bet you’re wondering just how I got trapped in stone in the first place?

Well, it all started, oh, say about one thousand and twenty years ago. When I went to a convention with my friend Sarah.

After losing my bet with her, then the reward for the winner was that the loser would do anything the winner wanted. She had chosen a rather embarrassing reward. Wear a costume to a convention. Doesn’t sound so bad does it?

Well I’m going to stop you right there, because it was worse than what you’re probably thinking.You see she had made me wear a custom costume of a rule 63 version of Bahamut from the Final Fantasy series, my favorite character/ summon from out of the whole of the series. There was a twist as if the gender swap wasn’t enough. It was an anthropomorphic version of Bahamut, with the costume leaning heavily towards human end of the anthropomorphic spectrum. The so called humanized type.

Sarah had thought it a great idea to hire a professional theatrical makeup artist.

“You shouldn’t do things half-assed, Bahamut” she said, before a large grin appeared on her face that was unsettling to say the least.

Yeah I changed my name to Bahamut, I liked the character that much. My parents almost fainted when I told them.

In her hands, she had brought the largest breast forms she could, well, ones that wouldn’t look ridiculous on my seven foot tall, medium body build at all. The breast forms was a sizable,   Thirty eight DD black and very erotic looking half plate armor set that looked like it would cover my chest and very little else.Thankfully I looked after my skin using face and body moisturisers, scrubs and other miscellaneous products and also drinking plenty of water so I had no blemishes.

By the time the makeup artist was done with me, she had positioned me in front of a large full length mirror.

All over my body were scales that shimmered in the light. The scales on my non-dragon parts matched my fair skin tone, while the dragon parts had a black coloring and where they would transition to normal human parts. Little patches of black scales intermingled with my skin tone colored scales.

I had two large black wings with red membranes, talons on the top wing joints. The scales on top of my hands feet and shoulders, were thicker, spikier and in between my shoulders and hands, the scales on my arms were smooth.  My hands and feet were also now clawed at the ends of toes and fingers.

I had a long scaly black tail attached to where my coccyx would be. How she managed it, I don’t know. She had added a long straight black wig which she promptly braided and tied off with a thick pure titanium ring. I knew she was rich. But just how rich is Sarah, that she could afford all this just for a bet? leaving two small bangs framing my face. Two long black horns were attached to my forehead sweeping back and behind my head and in the center of my forehead. A friggin’ black unicorn horn! It looks like it could rival Princess Celestia’s horn in length.

The half plate armor went on last along with the breast forms. The armor was made real metal, steel I think it is, it was fucking cold and so damn heavy. As I looked at it, the top of my fake breasts surged over the metal of the armor slightly, like the way a water balloon yields and flows around the hand when squeezed with enough force, It had a lot of black cotton fabric underneath adhesed to the inner side of the breast armor.  Not that it warmed it up any. Attached underneath it or hanging from the metal bikini brief was a skirt which cascaded over the hips.

On the back of the metal armor was a set of clips holding it in place, that when undone would enabled me to swing whole off the back and bottom open and pull off the cuirass with ease. I would have to be careful not to get ‘anything’ caught in the crotch part of the armor as it closed whenever I put it back on.  

No pauldrons and no gauntlets were worn due to my arms and shoulders having those large fake scales acting like armor mostly, the exception was the scales on my legs which weren’t  bulky, but smooth to facilitate the removal of the armor, although my feet did have claws.

We both went to the 2014 San Diego Comic Con and as we navigated the dealers hall, I spotted a creepy-looking hooded man, with a stall full of weapons that wouldn’t look out of place in Resident Evil 4. That is when I spotted the sphere, it was filled with oranges of different hues and it looked as if it was moving, the sphere had an eerie glow about it and it looked familiar, I felt it calling to me.

I pointed at the sphere and asked, “Hey Sarah, can you get that sphere for me, It would go great with the costume.”

Sarah pondered this for a moment before shrugging and replying, “Okay. I think you’re going to suffer a lot today, so I might as well let you get something you want.”

The merchant smirked at me.

“A fine choice ‘young lady,’” He said as he lifted the sphere and held it out to me, so I could take it.

Sarah got out her purse and asked, “How much?”  

The merchant cocked an eyebrow.

“For her? Oh, lets say two hundred US dollars.”

Sarah handed the money to the merchant. I glared at him  before walking off with the sphere in my hand to admire it, I didn’t really have a place to put it, so I put it in my fake cleavage. I turned to look around and found Sarah smirking at me. Sarah’s expression melted into one of concern as the sphere glowed brightly and the floor opened and swallowed me up.

I was blinded by a bright, white light which caused me to blink, waiting for the dark spots in my eyes to subside enough for me to see. I saw that I was no longer in San Diego as I was surrounded by trees and in the distance to the north, I saw a small village. just beneath a tall mountain. I brought up a hand to my face in a face palm and then I noticed that the clawed hands moved as if they were mine, I looked at the rest of myself to see the breast forms had become real breasts. Oh no no no no! I pulled slightly on the armors bottom half and looked it from an angle, moving from side to side to check. My junk had disappeared completely, an unfamiliar emptiness where once my pride had been. Instead I now had a different kind of sheath. I … I was no longer a man. My fears were confirmed as my eyes shrunk to tiny slits. I felt my tail and my wings twitch as I was getting flustered.

“I need a mirror or something reflective!” I said to myself as I looked around.

In the distance. I saw a lake to the east of that village. So I started walking towards it. Turns out that this change had really affected my balance and center of gravity.

Because of this new development, I landed face first into the ground, sure it didn’t hurt since I was built like a humanoid dragon and had the benefit of their resilience and toughness. But my ego was certainly damaged, all the more so as I felt my new breasts jiggle from the force of the impact.

Groaning, I muttered to myself, “Augh! Is this Queen’s Blade or something? Am I going to lose this armor for fanservice purposes?”

I returned to my feet, unsteadily wobbling and began the long and indubitably root and pothole-filled trek to the lake.

As I walked, I could feel the ground trembling under my steps despite my relatively small size and mass, I shook my head disapprovingly.

“At some point I should learn some poise and grace, maybe taking lessons to minimise the noise, I’d be totally useless for ground stealth.”

After far too many falls than I cared to count and plenty of ass-plants later, I reached the lake. After walking up to the shore and falling to my knees, I leaned over the edge and looked into the water. I saw what I knew in my mind was true, but which in my heart I did not want to believe. The reflection was naught but a confirmation. I was now my costume, Bahamut. My summon materia was embedded above my new breasts. I sighed as I washed my face. When you are slamming face first into the ground, your face gets dirty, pretty quickly. I got up and walked into the lake, mud washed from my new body, the lake’s cold water did not affect me as much as I thought it would.

I looked again my hair was now long and black and still in a braid, my face was soft to my touch. Well as soft as scales can be, without losing their protective function. My face was rounded and my chin was small, My lips was full, luscious and red, my nose was smaller and thinner. and slanted eyes giving of an exotic air of an Oriental seductress. My eyebrows were thin and protruding from my forehead, like a tall, narrow conical whorled spire was my horn. It was much longer than it had been before, when it was just a costume piece and it had been pretty long even then. I looked at myself and sighed So what do I do now?

“H-h-halt d-d-demon!” shouted a voice behind me.

I arrested my movement, not wishing to engage in hostilities with the obviously nervous owner of that voice.

“T-t-turn a-round! slowly!”

Complying, I turned around to see a creature that I had never thought I’d see, she was an alicorn with a coat of pure white, though her mane and tail were red like flames. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, and her white wings were spread wide and her stance was aggressive, with her legs spread out and her head lowered, the long horn looking particularly effective as a weapon of defense. Fausticorn!? Behind her hind legs was a little alicorn filly with a pastel pink mane and tail. So that must be lil’ Celestia. Shit! So I am in Equestria

“Slowly come closer and don’t make any sudden moves!” Faust said as her horn glowed with arcane power. Her shadow darkened from the brightness of the light her horn was emitting and lengthened and formed behind her and Celestia into shadowy human-shape, wisps of darkness peeling off it’s body. It opened its eyes, red glaring orbs, the color of freshly spilled blood, like if ruby had a liquid state, took in the scene before it and his face parted to reveal a large set of sharp teeth as his eyes swept over me.

I shudder as if I felt something walk over my grave, it’s grin now reaching inhuman proportions, but unnatural, as if a surgical knife had cut much too far and an insane giggle clawed it’s way out of the creature’s throat. Faust’s ears flicked before she spun around to see what was behind her the monster followed her spin to stay behind her, she turned back to me with confusion written on her face as I stare on in horror,  I can’t believe it! He Who Walks Behind! Who happens to be a Dresden Files character. What is an Outsider, especially him, doing here?

He Who Walks Behind looked at me and winked as twin scythes burst out of his shadowy back, I rushed past Faust and Celestia, Faust releasing her spell which hit me in the side as I passed just as He Who Walks Behind’s scythes descended toward the unprepared ponies,    

I swung my wing claws to meet his scythes, locking me in a standoff with the Outsider. As I held him at bay, I spared a look at Faust and Celestia, Faust picked up Celestia and held her close. I turned back to see He Who Walks Behind staring at the mares with manic glee, before turning back to me.

“How long do you think you’ll hold out Bahamut? How long till fatigue leaves those you protect open to attack? No matter, prolonging their suffering actually works to my advantage. Their fear is delightful and the best part about it? Is that mommy won’t be able to relax her guard, because she’ll never know when I will come for her. And I will come for you, make no mistake about that. And once I do, she’ll leave her precious little filly all alone, with no mommy and a daddy that scorns, hates, and reviles her very existence! I’m sure I can win her over to me. I’m sure the little princess would make a lovely puppet for me among her little ponies!” He let out a manic laugh that set the back of my hairs straight.

With a grunt I push against him, the claws on my feet digging into the soft earth underneath me. I don't know how he knows me, but that doesn't matter right now.

“He Who Walks Behind, what are you doing here? Who’s targeting them? Who foolishly summoned you!?” I roared at him, receiving another chuckle in response.

“Bahamut, the one who summoned me is none other than King Solaris. He is convinced that his wife has played the harlot and that Celestia, his own foal is a bastard’s foal and not truly his. The fool has fallen to madness and it’s so wonderful.” He Who Walks Behind laughed out loud as another pair of scythes erupted at his sides, which I met with my hand claws. As I heard Faust gasp.

“Tut, tut, tut Bahamut, you are only delaying me. It only makes the hunt more exciting, the more you try to protect Faust from me. I’m going to have so much fun!” He Who Walks Behind exclaimed and then bursting into a fit of manic giggling, the blood red orbs twinkling brightly in sadistic excitement, especially as he watched Celestia cower behind her mother.

I have had enough of his sadistic teasing! I breathed in trying to will a mega flare into existence as blue flames licked around my mouth as a large ball of non-elemental energy pulsed and grew giving off more blue flames. I grasped He Who Walks Behind’s scythes as I unleashed it disintegrating the Outsider. Wisps of smoke disappeared leaving behind an echoing laugh.

I collapsed to my knees, shaking as I came off the adrenaline high, panting as I looked to make sure Faust and Celestia were okay. To my relief they were safe. However, while Faust still watched me with caution, Celestia slipped out of Faust's hooves and ran over to me.

“Celestia!” Faust shouted, a fearful hoof raised as her daughter rushed headlong towards the strange-looking female dragon. A dragon who, if the dragoness so desired it, could attack her daugher and kill her before her very eyes, if the earlier attack held any indication of the female dragon’s power.  A brief look toward Faust showed me a look of fear on her face. I shook my head as I fell on my butt and crossed my legs as I faced the little filly.

“tank yew fer saving me and mommy,” Celestia thanked her big expressive eyes and tiny body. The way she beamed at me and hugged my leg with all the power of her tiny body could muster, I picked her up and she closed her eyes and gave me a nuzzle and left me with my heart melting levels of d’aww.

“You’re welcome Celestia, are you okay? Did you get hurt?” I asked in a soft voice. Celestia shook her head and Faust ran up to us.

“Awe yew hurt?” Celestia asked me.

“I am just tired, my little pony,” I gently reassured the little filly.

Sparing a look at Faust she wore a mix of emotions. “Lady Faust, tell me do you have any enemies versed in black magic or perhaps blood magic?” I asked her causing her to flinch. before she mastered her features, steeling herself.

“What business is it of your demon?” Faust shouted at me, I sighed and gave her a level look.

“What?” Faust asked, looking shocked at my reaction.

“I am not a demon and as long as it involves Celestia then it is more my business than ever. To judge me merely by how I look does you a disservice, Lady Faust. It shames you, both as a pony and as a ruler of this nation.” I stood to my full height. Neither am I the real Bahamut. Might as well try my best to fulfil the role afforded me. I thought wryly.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Bahamut, the Conqueror of the skies, the Queen of Dragons, the Hallowed Mother, the First Dam.” I gave a slight formal bow.

“Bawhawmot?” Celestia tried to say scrunching up her face her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth as she attempted to pronounce my new name. Hnnng my heart! I smiled at her gently showing my teeth at the adorable filly. My smile caused Faust to flinch again. My eyes darted to the side to look at her, I sighed and turned to her.

“You know it really hurts my feelings when you treat me like some unintelligent beast, ruled only by base instinct and not by the higher faculties, Lady Faust. If I must spell it out for you, then I shall. Had I wanted to eat you, there would be nothing you could do to stop me and I certainly wouldn’t have made an enemy of He Who Walks Behind just to defend you.”

“What was He Who Walks Behind, did you not just destroy him?” Faust asked, confusion obvious in her voice.

“He Who Walks Behind is a Walker, an Outsider, the strongest of the Walkers. They come from the Nevernever, passed the gates to the Outside. He cannot be killed, he can only be destroyed on this plane, the physical realms. He will eventually return again to finish the job. He is a hitman, a contract killer who has to be summoned to the mortal realm. He is a sadistic tormentor who enjoys terrorizing his prey. He revels in their fear, their terror.” Faust gasped as I leveled a glare at her, “So again I ask who would send him after you? He may not be a liar all the time, especially when the truth hurts. So unless you don’t have any enemies, then he was telling the truth and your husband sent him.”

Faust drew back her right hoof covering her mouth as tears fell down her cheeks. I got up and stalked after her and wrapped my arms around her and held her as she sobbed into my shoulder. I pulled away from her, “Make sure what the truth of this matter is,” I murmured after ten to fifteen minutes passed.” I hope this works I thought as I dove my hand into my chest and removed a copy of what I now recognised as summon materia. I pushed it into Faust’s chest, she reared back in shock.

“What did you just do!?” she demanded as I chuckled.

“I just gave you a copy of my summon materia. I put it inside you so you always have it with you. Focus on it, fill it with your magic and then summon me to appear. I shall come to your aid and destroy your enemies,” I replied.

“It feels like a pulsing warmth, like a heartbeat,” Faust said absently as she held her right hoof to her chest.

“It is supposed to, that is how it should feel, it is the connection we now share, pulsing in time with my own heart. Call me and I will come, come Tartarus or high water, the highest clouds and the deepest caves I will find you and your enemies shall face my wrath and my aid will I lend you.” I said as I walked around her checking out her body. Her muscles under her coat, rippling with each movement, her firm, well toned flanks. The scent of roses and maturity. Hmmm, it would seem that my sense of smell has been enhanced many times over. I also stared at her wing span.

Faust turned to look me in the eyes, her tail twitching from side to side in irritation, no frustration or perhaps nervousness. I stopped my walk and met her eyes.

“At what cost?” Faust asked.

Clever girl, however what I want from her she can’t give me, not yet at least. I thought, I gave her a shrug and rolled my wings.

“A riddle you must figure out, I am both valuable and also priceless. I am neither good nor evil. I can carry you yet I have no form, if you give me away you still have me, yet I can slip through your hooves. What am I?” I finished my riddle.

Continuing on “There is another price, but it’s not bad, it’s just how much magic you’ll need to summon me, though I am not sure how it would translate into your magic, the cost to summon me, I  mean.”

“I think-” Faust started, but I interrupted her.

“No need to worry about it, there isn’t a deadline, perhaps as you learn about me you’ll figure it out, or not. We have eternity for you to figure it out,” I said as I smirked.

“Just tell me! It’s going to drive me crazy!” Faust exclaimed and stomped her hoof.

I smiled in that irritating way that says you know something someone else doesn’t and cupped her face in my right hand.

“You won’t, but when you find out the answer, you may hurt me. Or at least try to.”  

Looking into my eyes, Faust raised her left eyebrow quizzically, “Why would I want to hurt you?” she asked.

I laughed in amusement at her confusion. “If I told you that, there would have been no need for the riddle in the first place. Besides figuring that riddle out will be fun, just know that I do not mean Celestia or yourself any harm,” I said.

“What if I need you before I figure it out?” Faust asked, clearly troubled.

“Oh don’t worry about that, you can still summon me before you figure it out,” I answered her.

“Okay, I guess. I should go before another demon accosts us,” Faust stated as she looked apologetic. Celestia bopped her mother’s leg in admonition.

“Mommy yew furgot tu tank her!” Celestia complained.

Smiling at the little filly, I spoke to Faust, “She does have a point, Lady Faust.”

Faust flushed with embarrassment and curtsied to me, “Thank you for helping us.”

Faust lit her horn and teleported away.

“Wow. So I am in Equestria’s distant past. Well that kinda sucks considering I have to wait who knows how long for Twilight and co. to come into existence. First things first, I need to find myself a permanent base of operations.”

I pivoted about on my heel and make my way into the Everfree forest. A short ways in I came across a mountain. I stopped at the foot of the mountain to eyeball some measurements before I go Minecraft on its metaphorical ass.

I use my flare breath to superheat the rock as I dig my way through the magma with my claws displacing it outside of the mountain. Occasionally I would come across a vein of metal ore or gems as I dug into the mountain which I would dig out as I went. eventually after what seemed like hours of work I broke through into a natural cave filled with stalagmites and stalactites now obviously this would not do so I melted them down flattening the floor as I went using my claw and tail.

Off to the side I spotted a natural lava pool to the left side of the cave as you enter the cave. Over in the far corner sat a stone bed I had fashioned with leftover magma, it had cooled surprisingly quickly.I slunk over to the bed with a slab of rock as a pillow as I was about to hit the bed. Faust called me. I sighed. No rest for the wicked. I instinctually tugged on the connection and walked toward it fading out of my new cave home.

In Canterlot palace, I ran as fast as I could with my daughter Celestia clinging to my neck. I tried to outrun King Solaris. That bastard son of a whorse chased me through our home with a claymore in his magic, which he swung like a stallion possessed.

Columns, art, and sculpture whizzed past me as I dodged his swings. I closed my eyes trying to will Bahamut to my side, but it was difficult to concentrate when you also had to run for your lives. I felt myself trip and tumbled forward, I grabbed Celestia in my magic and held her out of harm’s way. I scrambled to get to my hooves, but felt a jolt of pain as my legs gave out. I conjured a shield around myself and Celestia and turned to see that King Solaris had caught up with us. I braced for the claymore to strike my shield, waited for my husband to vent his misplaced fury against me again and again. However, more than fear for my own sake, I felt afraid that my husband might slay our foal in his anger and fury, because he thought that the foal wasn’t truly his.

After a few minutes, my shield shattered under his relentless assault on it. As his final swing came down, I closed my eyes and whispered in Celestia’s ear, “I love you, my sweet little filly.”

A clang rang out, but the inevitable pain did not come, I slowly opened my eyes to see Bahamut, in front of me had grabbed the sword’s blade with her claw, even as King Solaris tried to push the blade through her. No matter how much he tried, the mad king issuing ignoble grunts and snorts as he tried to free his blade from Bahamut’s claws. Bahamut ripped the sword from him and brought it to her mouth, biting straight through the mythril blade as if it were nothing but bread. She grabbed him by the neck with her left claw even as she continued to devour the sword blade, hilt and pommel.

Once she had finished it off she patted her stomach and let out a burp so loud it temporarily shook the palace, causing the marble to grind, fine marble dust falling to the floor as ceiling tiles vibrated and grated against each other slightly.

“Ah that hit the spot,” Bahamut said aloud as she looked back at me, my ex-husband flailing impotently against her left arm as it lifted him off his hooves.

“Pwease dun’t hert daddy, Bawhawmut!” Celestia cried out, tears forming in her eyes.

Bahamut smiles kindly at her, but it doesn’t mask the tears welling up in her eyes, because of what Bahamut knew she would have to do to Celestia’s mad father..

“I won’t, and I certainly won't make her watch, Faust, before you ask,” Bahamut said as I closed my mouth, the request dying in my throat.

“Scan him for possessions, fix him if you can. If not, I’ll make it swift. However if he isn’t possessed or compelled to do this then I am going to make every moment a living Tartarus for him,” Bahamut ordered as I charged my horn as I performed the scan.

The results came back negative, and my eyes harden and I shook my head.

“Tell me what possessed you to perform such madness! Speak up, you may yet save yourself if you have credible evidence and reason.” Bahamut demanded.

King Solaris spat at me and Celestia as he answered “My trusted advisor Sombra warned me that this slut was sleeping around, laying in every stallions bed she may find, He cautioned me that Celestia might not be my foal!”

“Sombra?” I asked as he nodded.

Bahamut tensed up her face was one of pure rage. She looked back at me causing me to flinch. she mouthed, ‘I am sorry,’ and faded away dragging my ex-husband away into thin air. I let myself fall back to the floor sobbing and holding Celestia.

I stepped into the throne room to find Sombra talking to some ponies I didn’t recognise, but I did not care. As he noticed my approach, he looked at me with eyes wide open in fear and shock.

“I do not have time for you Solaris, be grateful for this swift end.”

With one swift flick of my left claw’s wrist, I broke his neck and let him fall to the floor, lifelessly.

“Sombra! Ask not for whom the bell tolls! It tolls for thee!” I said as I pointed at him. I charged at him, swinging my claws forward to cut him to ribbons, he smirked and quickly charged his horn and dispersed into black smoke as my claws reached him. The shadows flew through cracks in the masonry.

I roared out in frustration, “I shall have your head dark wizard!”

Faust entered soon after, I picked up King Solaris’ crown. It had fallen off his head. I placed it on her head and smiled wryly.

I called out in a Royal Canterlot Voice that would make future Luna proud. “All hail her Royal Majesty, Queen Faust! May her reign help this country prosper and live long!”

Bewildered but eager hooves stomped their approval. I turned towards Faust and hugged her.

“I am so sorry, that Sombra corrupted your husband-” I was interrupted as white lips captured mine, pulling back she started to whisper in my ear. What is she doing!?

Faust stopped mid-breath and broke down, sobs issued from her throat as tears stained her face as pain finally overridden will power and reached her heart, “Oh Solaris, you foal. Why did you listen to that wicked, wicked sorcerer which turned you against me!?”

Faust leaned into me as I brought my arms around to hold her, one hand rubbing up and down her back and making shushing noises and reassuring her that it was going to be okay as I tried to provide what comfort I could as she sobbed into my shoulder.

“Thank you, Bahamut. I wish to show you my appreciation, for all your help, it is tradition that an unwed Princess or Queen should offer herself to her champion. Normally I would not count, however I no longer have a husband!” Faust wailed as she broke down into more sobs, she collected herself after an hour of her tears staining her cheeks before continuing.  

”Leave me to mourn for now, your reward shall come in due time. For now, I need to clean up this ugly mess.” Faust trotted off, before flicking her tail under my chin as she went by me. As I watched her carrying off a crying Celestia, the sway in her flanks revealing to me even more what form that appreciation will take. However, I couldn’t help but feel bad for Celestia and Faust, I’ll have to make it up to them some how.  With renewed purpose I began to walk off towards whatever library I might find here. A guard ran up to me and bowed low,

“Your Majesty, Queen of Dragons, Queen Faust has had the palace staff prepare a room for you to stay the night and enjoy our hospitality, in spite of these trying times. Later on tonight we shall host a feast in your honor.” The guard looked me up and down before continuing, “Perhaps the palace tailors may make you something suitable of a Queen for such an event. No doubt that your armor is too uncomfortable for you to relax in. By your leave your highness.” The guard finished waiting to be dismissed,

“You may resume your duties” I said and he walked off towards his other duties.

Curiouser and curiouser, what a forward, young lady. I thought with glee, despite the tragedy, the only regret I have is having to hurt Faust and Celestia, to protect them, by the slaying of their husband and father. I walked onwards, off on an adventure to find the lost library of Canter Lotan Palace. A giggle came from my throat and I arrested my movement. Okay, slow down girl, enough of that giggling business, one thing at a time. I thought to myself, grimacing as I felt many strange and alien things in this female body, while retaining my memories as a male. My emotions changed frequently, plus I could lean farther back, now that I had these two weights on my chest. And that’s not even mentioning how weird it felt when I walked, not having my junk anymore. As a former male, I felt some trepidation as I could feel both my body and mind gradually accepting these new sensations and thoughts that I definitely didn’t have as a man. I heard they have cake, I wonder if they can make me a gem cake? I hummed thoughtfully as I practically glided through the halls of Canterlot palace.

I arrived at what I could at least charitably call a library and walked in my claws clacking on hardwood flooring. I breathed in the musky unmistakable scent of a library, smiling I walked towards a bookcase. As I reached out for the volume, I faded from view and I ended up in a very extravagant bedroom, the bed sat to the left of a fireplace that took up the center of the wall. To the right of the fireplace on a pile of overstuffed red and gold embroidered pillows lay Faust laying on her side. Faust’s ears laid flat against her skull.  With my hands on my hips, I asked:

“What’s wrong, Faust?” I asked trying to keep the irritation out of my voice at having been denied knowledge.

Faust drew circles on the ground with her right forehoof, “Celestia won’t nurse.”

Faust drew up her hooves to cover her face in embarrassment.

“Okay, what do you want me to do about it?” I asked dreading where this might be heading. Seriously, that would be going so far out in left field that the weirdness factor could be felt in an entirely different galaxy!

“Well, could you nurse Celestia for me?” Faust asked as she looked up at me with the biggest puppy dog pout, her bottom lip jutted out slightly and trembling. Her eyes watering a little as she flattened her ears and lowered her head between her hooves. No fair! That’s a dirty under-hooved tactic! I groused internally.

“Ok, just give me a second to sit down. This might not work, Faust, so don’t get your hopes up,” I said as I situated myself onto a pillow next to Faust. I reached behind me and unclipped my armor, my breasts fell out of their confinement in my chest armor bouncing slightly in the gravity. Faust levitated Celestia over to me and I cradle her little body in my arms as she blinks up at me before turning to my massive chest. Celestia’s eyes widen in shock, she tentatively edged her mouth to my left nipple. I roll my eyes a bit and bring her the rest of the way. As soon as her mouth made contact, Celestia immediately latched on as she began suckling I felt a tingling sensation in my breast and a warmth spread through my body.

I looked over to Faust, who seemed to be watching intently and with intense curiosity. I shrugged as I nursed Celestia. I had closed my eyes, so that I wouldn’t have to watch the distinctly alien sight of a pony foal nursing from my breast, a breast that had once been a male’s chest, so I didn’t notice Faust as she crawled over the pillows. That is, not until I felt another pair of lips latched onto my other nipple and start suckling too. I glanced over and saw Faust there. I look at her with incredulity, raising an eyebrow in to put further emphasis that incredulity, before shaking my head in amused admonishment. While it was definitely weird for a foal to nurse from my formerly manly chest, it was even more weird that a pony mare would want to do so. The day had just been one weird thing after another. If there was a weirdness gauge, the needle would be buried. I moved my right arm away, Faust taking the invitation stopped to twist around and lay draped over my crossed legs, with her head cradled in my right arm, before she returned to suckling, I asked her “Why?”

She shrugged and said “I was just curious what your milk might taste like and I feel safe like this. No, rather I feel comfortable, like I'm in the loving hooves of my mother. Back when my world was far much simpler. When the most important decision was which tea to serve to Theodore, my stuffed toy, rather than which petition to approve or reject. like the weight of reality doesn’t bare down on my shoulders. But to be a little filly again. Plus, it’s always a strange sight for us ponies to see you two-leggers having your teats as far up your barrel as you do.”

I laid against a nearby wall, careful to watch that my wings weren’t crushed, I relaxed as I reveled in the alien sensations. So this is my glimpse into motherhood? Can’t say I hate the sensation, though it’s certainly weird, having once been male. Still, I could get used to this.

What seemed like hours passed as I enjoyed breastfeeding two very greedy ponies.

A guard walked in and stopped moving, aside from the rising and falling of his breathing, his face wearing a blush as he took in the view of his sovereign and his princess nursing. He coughed into his hoof, I put a finger to my lips and shushed him.

“What is it guard?”  I near whispered.

The guard fidgeted, and his eyes darted left to right. “You're required for a fitting with the royal tailors in half an hour Queen Bahamut, and I needed to inform Queen Faust that it’s nearly two hours till the feast.”

“Okay, I will tell her.”

“Can you dismiss me? Please?” I chuckle at his discomfort quietly under my breath and waved him off.

As the guard left I heard mumbling coming from Faust, “Mmnn, who was that?”

“Oh, just a guard to warn us of the impending feast,” I said, not particularly caring about the feast at the moment, well that was true until Faust decided that she would bolt up and in the process pulled on my sensitive nipple. I leveled a glare at the mare as I gently massaged the soreness away. Faust at least had the presence of mind and decency to look sheepish about it.

“You have two hours before the feast begins, while I have half an hour to get to the fitting room.”  I got up and tried to give Celestia to Faust, the only problem was that she was really latched on, I giggle at the adorable little limpet masquerading as a filly. I bent over and gave her a raspberry into her belly, causing her to giggle and squeal uncontrollably, her tiny hooves batting my face as she tried to defend herself from the dreaded raspberry monster, but seeing that my tactic helped free my nipple from it’s oral prison, then I considered it a resounding success. Plus, I got to see a cutely smiling and giggling foal looking back at me with mirth-filled eyes.

I held Celestia and gave her to Faust who was watching with amusement evident on her face.

Shaking my head, I wave good bye and goodnight before putting on my breast plate and walking to the fitting room, “I wish that guard gave me directions instead of making me find it in this labyrinthine palace.” I mumbled to myself. Taking a deep breath, I slowly let it out with a sigh. Where is this fitting room? Maybe I should ask for directions. I Shook my head and sighed again. Then again I am a man, or at least I was until this happened. I looked around to see if anypony was around that I could ask directions from. Pride be damned! I’m not going to make a fool out of myself because of my damn stubborn pride! I may have been a guy at one point, but damn it if I’m going to let becoming a female stop me from living my life. I may very well be stuck as I am, so why let pride get in the way of having a life and being happy? I can’t change the outcome of what happened to me, but I can at least live life to the fullest by embracing who I have become. Something brought me here for a reason. What that reason is,  I don't know, but that doesn't mean I have to run around like I have my head cut off. I am Bahamut Queen of the Dragons now! With a determined look on my face I spotted a maid, smiling to myself “Excuse me, miss? Could you direct me to the royal fitting room please? I seem to be lost,” I asked.

“Oh! Your Highness! I can show you the way, if you so wish, your Majesty?” replied the maid.

“Thank you! Lead on,” I said as I followed her. Thinking back to what happened with Faust and Celestia I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. I giggled to myself as I followed the maid, completely absorbed in my own thoughts.

Upon reaching the fitting room I was brought out of my girlish revery, by the distinct voice of a stallion who sounded flamboyant, “Darling, it certainly is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard so much about the great Queen Bahamut, Champion of Queen Faust and Defender of Celestia, and you even have a few admirers already! You’re moving so fast honey! Save some for the rest of us!” He gushed as he trotted around me What new Tartarus have I stumbled into! The room was decidedly simple, its only furniture being a posing platform, several mirrors and various storage rooms, the door out of the room closed behind me. The pony in front of me had a purple quaffe that ended in a corkscrew. His coat was an off white color, that made it look light gray.

“Now hun, can you remove that Faust awful armor. I can’t get a clear measurements with those things in the way. Oh! Where are my manners! I am Elusive Belle and I am the royal tailor, we can’t have you thinking I just ask mares to undress for me! Think of how scandalous that would be!” He explained in a singsong voice as I shudder slightly. But doing as he said I strip off my very minimal armor and stood on the platform in the center of room. Measuring tapes darted around me as I stood with one leg bent and twisted inward as I lifted my heel, in an attempt to hide my new woman- wouldn’t that be dragonesshood now?

When he came to my chest he stopped and held a hoof to his chin in a thinking pose, “Excuse me, darling, but what are those things on your chest?”

Blushing lightly I explained “Well Elusive, they are breasts, also known as mammaries or teats if you're a pony. They produce milk, and the bigger they are the better, as they are a sign of fertility. To measure them, you measure them by wrapping under the arms and under them to get the chest, then you measure the bust around the back and the fullest part of both tightly but not so much that the tape digs into them.”

“Oh thank you for the explanation, darling. I’m sure it shall prove quite useful.” Elusive thanked me.

The door opened suddenly and I stared at it in horror as Faust trotted in, she stopped mid-stride as she took in my naked body. I waggle my claws  at her sheepishly in greeting.

Her wings instantly spread wide, loose feathers falling to the floor and a stream of blood seeped from her nose, before collapsing on her side with a massive grin and a blush on her face. Elusive and I stared at the Queen in her current state, I coughed into to my clawed hand Awkward, although I am kind of flattered, I mean I just feel so pretty, I know I wouldn’t win a beauty pageant back home in my world but this is definitely an ego boost. Now how the hell am I supposed to stop her from bleeding all over the carpet?

I turned to Elusive to see an amused grin plastered on his face, “Looks like somepony likes what she sees, Oh my! The scandal! The romance! Two star crossed lovers from two different species destined to love each other!” Elusive sighed dreamily as my face was getting hotter and it was not from my flare breath.

Elusive measured my chest and as he came to my bust, I thought he was going to do so loosely, I was wrong. His measuring tape pulled tightly squashing my ample breasts up, I let out all the air in my lungs in a growl.

“Too tight!”

I glared at him as I sucked in precious air.

“Now darling, just give me a moment, various fabrics, jewels, gems and stones as well as thread filled the air along with sewing pins as a memory occurs to me He better keep those damn pins away from me or so help me Rarity will never be born!

It all descended on me, smothering me and obstructing my line of sight as rolls of fabric, thread and other miscellanea swirled about in the air around Elusive and I, caught in his magical field. As the dust settled it revealed a cream colored evening dress which has clear crystals, rubies and emeralds styled in a rose pattern going up either side of the dress with a rose about where my belly button would be. There was a cream choker with a ruby in the middle and two topazes on either side. My feet was encased in three inch white high heels with crisscrossed straps going halfway up my  calf. I also wore those cream colored arm length evening open palm gloves, so my claws weren’t an issue, my glossy ebony hair was styled in a crown braid and I had six fire lilies placed at six points equidistant from each other in my braid with a red rose right in the center to secure the braid to the top of my head. My lips shined with light pastel pink lipstick and my claws were painted in a corresponding light pastel pink, and to finished it off a diamond necklace glistened from their locations in my ears and from the swell of my bosom as it framed the materia embedded in my chest. My ears were pierced with diamond earring studs, which glimmered in the light, the studs were small and tasteful, helping to give me an elegant and refined appearance.

Just then I heard rustling and a feminine groan, I turned to watch Faust get back up on her hooves and groggily shake her head as she wobbled a bit.

“Huh? Where am I? Did anypony get the number of that minotaur?”

She turned to see me in all my glory, Faust began stuttering and mumbling, I smiled appreciatively at her and what happened next happened so quick that I almost didn’t see it, but her wings shot upright, standing perpendicular to her torso and a massive jet of blood from her nose sent her flying backwards.

“Ok! I think we had better cover Queen Faust’s eyes before she dies of anemia. We probably should summon an apothecary as well,” I stated exasperatedly.

I carefully climb down off of the stand, I bent over at the waist, my hands pushing down on my knees as I look over Faust. I blew warm air into her ear causing it to twitch and flick away. I giggled as I gently ran the claw on my index finger down her back from her withers. With a start Faust woke up jumping out of her coat.

As she looked around from the hover she was performing she glared at me. “Good afternoon Faust, you need to get ready. it’s almost time for the festivities.” I replied smirking up at her.

“Oh and you might want to clean that up.” I said pointing at the blood stains in the carpet.

Faust grumbled and before I could continue teasing her I was shoved out of the room by. Elusive. I gave him a look that said ‘What the hell man!?’

“You got to surprise Queen Faust and turnabout is fair play. So you can not see her dress until it is finished, now please wait over there while I work.” Elusive said as he pointed to a chair opposite the door. Shrugging I settled down to wait for Faust. Sitting down I crossed my arms and legs bouncing my leg that was crossed over the other and waited patiently for about ... five seconds. I abruptly got back up and started pacing back and forth. Ah the nostalgia, kind of ironic, now that I think about it. I am a girl and in spite of being in a completely different world, I am still waiting for a girl to get ready. It seems the multi-verse has a sense of humour. I thought to myself.

I was interrupted, by a little hoof tapping my leg. I stopped and looked down to see Celestia.

“Bawhawmut, have yew seen mai mummy?” she asked. I crouched down so I was face to face with her. Which caused her to scramble back as I descended.

“Your mommy is in the tailor's room.” I said, nodding my head to indicate the door. Celestia’s ears fell and her lip jutted out slightly as she pouted. I smiled down at her. Celestia scuffed her right hoof against the floor and then she got an oddly serious look on her face.

“Bawhawmut, are you going to be my mommy too?” Celestia asked in a quiet, timid-sounding voice. A question which bowled me over and knocked me on my ass in surprise.

Regaining some measure of composure, “Why do you ask that, Celestia?” I asked tentatively.

“Well yew killed my daddy. I know yew had to protect mommy and me and thas why yew did it, but that means I dun’t have a daddy anymore. Yew are a girl so yew can’t be a daddy, so will you be my mommy instead?” she asked. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

“Celestia, that’s really up to your mother, it’s a possibility, but not certain. Now enough with this melancholic talk, do you want a piggy back ride?”

Celestia immediately brightened up and bounced up and down.

I made my way out of the tailor's room Bahamut nowhere to be seen, my excitement deflating a little. I felt my ears droop and my posture sagged because I didn’t have Bahamut’s companionship. I began trotting off, but then I heard the sound of a little filly giggling, the laughter arousing my curiosity, so I followed the sound to a nearby balcony. As I trotted onto the balcony, I spotted Bahamut flying about, aileron rolls, immelman turns, and the odd barrel roll, with Celestia holding on by Bahamut’s neck as she continued to perform tricks, every time Bahamut would do a loop or another trick, Celestia would giggle and cheer, or scream in delight. I leaned against the balcony door frame and watched the two of them bond.

I heard a voice calling me, I stopped as the filly scarf I was wearing flopped on my back giggling, I look towards where the voice originated and spotted Faust looking up at me with a smirk, She wore a baby blue dress, that had several ruffles around the sleeves and the hem. the dress trailed down passed her flanks and left a lot to the imagination, she also wore light yellow sandals.

Dashing down to meet her I stopped a short distance away before back winging to slow myself down to land, with grace I bend down and let Celestia slide off.

“Weee! Mommy! Mommy gave me a piggyback ride!” Celestia said, her quick acceptance into a parenting role caused me to stop moving.

“Oh really? Did you have fun?” Faust responded, eying me.

“Mmmhmmn!” Celestia hummed in an affirmative tone.

“Celestia sweetie, why don’t you go to your room and get ready for the feast? Mommy, will come help you soon, she just needs to speak with your other Mommy.” Faust said and gave me ‘The Look.’

Oh ponyfeathers! I thought in alarm. Sure she wasn’t a threat that could do me harm, but that doesn’t mean I want my ear nagged off. Heh, nagged. I continued thinking internally.

After Celestia was out of our range of hearing, Faust trotted up to me, anger evident in her body language and voice. “So why is Celestia calling you mommy?”

I sighed and turned away from Faust and leaned upon the rail of the balcony. “While you were getting your dress done, Celestia came up to me and asked me to be her mommy, not to replace you, but her father. I don’t know why she was fine with me killing him. Most foals would either hate or be afraid of their father’s murderer, not accept their father’s murderer as a surrogate parent. It just seems really odd to me.”

Faust sighed and joined me on the balcony proper, “Before we met you Bahamut, he had became very abusive, usually verbally, but there were plenty of times when he struck Celestia and myself. He didn’t use to be like that, you must understand. It was a gradual transformation. After the abuse started Celestia eventually became withdrawn from everypony, never playing with the other little fillies. What you saw was him at his worst, what with him actively trying to kill both of us.”

Faust turned to face me.

I responded by telling her, “Look, I told her that she should bring it up with you, but that it would be up to you to make the decision. Celestia’s an adorable filly, but there is no way I am going to step on your hooves, If you are uncomfortable with her calling me mommy., then you should let her know that you don’t want her to call me ‘mommy,” I said to Faust Although I’ll probably become her step-mother later anyway, so it’s a moot point. I thought to myself.

Faust shook her head, “It’s fine, you’d be good for her anyway, I was never really good at the martial arts and her father would have never taken the time to train her.

“Plus, I am quite sure Celestia would resent me for denying her, somepo—er someone she liked.”

“So how are you doing with regards to solving that riddle?” I asked, causing Faust to double-take at the sudden switch in subject.

“”To be honest, I haven’t really thought about it. What with all the problems involved in insuring that I remain on the throne have caused.”

“No worries then, you have plenty of time.” I smiled and walked off, “If you need me you know what to do,” I informed Faust loudly over my shoulder as I departed.

Several minutes had passed since Bahamut and I had talked, I really wanted to talk to my daughter. After travelling down the various corridors to Celestia’s room I knocked on it, “Celestia, it’s your mother, open the door and let me in.”

The door opened and on the bed in the center left of the room, Celestia was laying on her bed with her face buried in the covers,

“Celestia, whatever is the matter?” I asked her as I trotted over to comfort her.

“Pwease dun’t hate Bawhawmut, Mommy! She tol me tu ask you furst, honest! I’ll du anyt’ing! I’ll e’en eat all mai alfalfa sprouts. E’en dough dey ar icky! Jus’ dun’t—”

I sat down on the side of her bed and held Celestia and stroked her mane “Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. I don’t hate Bahamut. I was merely surprised. Tell me sweetie, why do you want Bahamut as your other mother?” I asked, still stroking her mane and gently rubbing her back.

“Well she’s nice, she’s warm, and she pways with me unlike daddy did. He just hit me when I twied to speak to him. Mommy is dere sumething wong with me? I know I am supposed to feel something becuz of daddies death, but I dun’t, whai du I not hate, but wuv Bawhawmut? She took daddy away, but daddy wadn’t nice tu us. Daddy hated me, Mommy! I twied, I rewee did twied to be gud fer daddy bu—” Celestia’s voice died as her sobs came out into my chest, her tears at not having a daddy that loved and cherished her matting the fur of my chest as I held her.

“Celestia, my most precious daughter, beloved of my heart, there is nothing wrong with you. After what he put us through, Bahamut’s kindness and love towards us has been astonishing, to say the least, and her behavior has us both mixed up. You’re father mistreated you and I for so long, that I think you latched onto the only other source of love and comfort you could. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of it, my little filly, if you really want her to be your other mother. I wouldn’t hate the idea, though it’ll be difficult to adjust to the thought that I won’t be your only mommy at first. It’s only natural that your mother would feel jealous, because she won’t be your only mommy. It makes me scared that you’ll love Bahamut as a mommy more than you love me. But don’t worry, I’ll get over it and perhaps someday Bahamut will become your stepmother, harmony willing.”

“Dun worry Mommy, you weel always be mai Mommy, even if Bawhawmut is tuu!” Celestia beamed up at me in her precious attempt at trying to reassure me.

“Come, my little princess, we better hurry and get you all pretty for the feast.”

I was leaning against a wall next to the feasting halls and found myself unoccupied, maids and servants hurried about to set the tables full of food. Every so often I would yawn, showing off my sharp teeth or my stomach would growl as a servant passed me, which caused them to either squeak and jump or bolt as fast as their hooves could take them. There was even one pony who had ran into a stone wall, due to the fact that he was trying to watch me for any movement. That one brought a smile of amusement to my face. I play with their princess and they still think that I’m going to eat them. Ponies, sheesh.

I pushed off the wall, causing everypony to flinch and watch me warily, which brought another grin to my face. I found the most royal looking chairs and sat down in the slightly shorter one and began lounging about as I waited for my summoner and her precious daughter.

“I heard a particularly posh-sounding and masculine voice say, “Out of that chair beast, that is for the Princess and her mother, Her Majesty, Queen Faust. Every pony that had already seated themselves leaned as far away from me and the idiot behind me. I stood to my full height and flared my wings and glared down at the little pissant. “Beast?” I repeated in a low growl, I always wanted to say this! I thought gleefully, however, outwardly my glare deepened. “Foal! Art thou so blind that thine eyes canst see that Queen Bahamut, Queen of the Dragons, The First Dam, the Hallowed Mother, and the Conqueror of the skies stands before thee or art thou so inbred that ye lack any wit whatsoever? Thou wilt wish thou had not opened thine fetid mouth for thy tongue wilt be forfeit shouldst thou stand before me a minute longer, begone from whence thou came and bring no further shame unto thine house and name! Mayhaps I should speak with Queen Faust of thy shameful behavior and strongly encourage that ye and your house be demoted to no better than peasantry! I mayhap might even suggest that ye and your house have thine goods and lands seized so that thou mayest live in poverty, for thy rudeness unto me this day! Mayhaps ye will learn to treat even the meanest of servants as though she or he sat upon this kingdom’s throne. But my doubts have I, for ye are so inbred that ye lack any wit whatsoever!” I spat in his face, sneering in utter disgust at this noble who had treated me so rudely and dishonored me. My sharp, rending teeth glistening dangerously in the light, looking like many ivory spikes ready to pierce, tear, and rend whatsoever met them, my serpentine eyes narrowed in a fierce glare. I even breathed enough fire to make my mouth look like the entrance to the fiery pits of Tartarus, giving me a bit of a fierce demonic look.

I spotted at the edge of my vision, Celestia came bounding in and my face lightened and I smile, the adorable little filly raced up to me and I crouched down and picked her up. The rude pony flinched and a look of worry filled his face, holding Celestia facing behind me I gave an evil grin at the him, I turned Celestia onto her back and the look on stuck between wanting to intervene and fear for his safety. I lowered my face to her belly my mouth open and blew raspberries on her exposed belly causing her to thrash and giggle.

For a moment I stopped to look at the noble who was shaking. I asked Celestia, “Where is your mother, Celestia?”

“Mommy, she’s twying to find a dwess fer me! Oh! Oh! Oh! Guess what Mommy said! Mommy said t’at I can call yew Mommy tuu!” Celestia said as she nuzzled into my neck.

“Oh really now?” I asked, a smirk of victory as the noble sputtered.

“Yup! She said so!” Celestia crowed. I chuckled.

“Oh! There you are Celestia! Come and put your dress on! I am sure your other Mommy—” Faust said as she shot me a look with a smile “Is busy with Ironside!”

Celestia crossed her hooves and pouted as I handed Celestia back to Faust. “Daddy was awways busy with powitics, awe yu gunna be tuu Mommy?” Celestia looked to me.

I smiled warmly at her and replied; “No I won't Celestia, I was just telling ol’ Ironside here that he really should see a doctor, as he looks absolutely dreadful! However, you little missy need to get ready for your Mommies feast.” I said as Ironside took the opportunity to beat a hasty retreat away from the political suicide he was walking into. I waved goodbye as Faust took Celestia to get changed, but not before she planted a kiss on my cheek and smiled.

What am I going to do? It hasn’t even been long enough since we met or even long enough for Solaris’ corpse to cool and she is already trying to jump my bones.I mean, I don’t mind really, but how do I know that her feelings are genuine and not driven by grief, a fear of being alone and a desire to have a parent-figure around to help raise her daughter, now that her husband is dead? If they are genuine, then what about me? Do I want to be in a relationship with her? Do I even love her? Celestia’s cute as a button, but it wouldn’t be fair to her, if I stuck around if I didn’t love her mother. I just can’t see how something like that would work out well, in the long run of things. Especially since foals are so perceptive to whether or not their parents are getting along well or not ... . I thought to myself as I sat down in my seat and cradling my head in my hands. I looked down at the spread and a whole bowl of quartz was placed in front of me. I looked to the left and right to make sure nopony was watching and shoved a handful of them into my mouth.

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