Author's Notes:

Note, there is a bit of porn here and it is bolded where it starts and where it ends

The next day, Den showed up, a now Den Mother, the extra breasts showed enough. She was also much taller than before, even with my new heights she was now about as tall as I saw her when I first met her. “So, how’s things been Ben?” Den asked, nursing some kids in her Feral form.

“Oh you know, same old same old.” I said honestly. “And even now, your still taller than me, like when we first met.” I said honestly. “How have things been for you?”

“Well, these extra teats are both helpful and odd. Just not used to them. Though being able to feed this many children at once it helpful.”

“It’s always helpful.” I agreed. “But you get used to the extra sets honestly.”

“I know… Cript already is used to them~” She chuckled.

“And so is all of my wives.” I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, they all really like my breast milk.”

“Heh. Well can you blame them?” Mom asked. “Got’s taste and is very useful.”

“Oh you have no idea.” I chuckled. “Cause not only is it some super healing potion, but it can keep someone young which is a little surprising.”

“Such is us.” She chuckled. “So how do you feel about a Den Mothers role in the tribe?”

“It’s nice, but now that I’m pregnant...really glad I have clones that aren’t.” I said honestly. “Just so I can take care of kids...and still go out and do things.”

“You’re talking about that Mother being Cript made right?” Mom asked.

“A bit.” I said honestly. “This clone is pregnant as you can clearly see.” Ben said while motioning to their growing belly. “But the other clones...hopefully they don’t also get pregnant so I literally can’t do anything but sit here and have kids...while that’s fine for my Den Mother instincts...for the rest of me, that’s a big ‘no’...”

“Well to each their own.” Mom said. “If I need to, I’ll do as you are, but I’m familiar like this. Content this way. So are many of the others.”

“I know.” I nodded before taking a moment. “Wait, others?”

“What? You thought I was the only Dire wolf wife of Cript’s? Like me they all are also full Den Mothers.”

“Alrighty then.” I nodded. “I kind of knew he had multiple dire wolf wives but...didn’t think they were also Den Mothers.”

“Well they weren’t. Not by birth or title, I was only a Den Mother by title. But now we are all Den mothers by genetics, they prefer to be in a more… traditional environment.”

“Oh?” I asked curiously. “Traditional environment?”

“Caves. Like the old days. They just prefer them over houses or castles, though they keep the pillows and blankets.”

“That’s because pillows and blankets are nice.” I said honestly. “But to each their own.” I said, accidentally speaking it in the long forgotten dire wolf language. “Oh...uh...woop.”

“Woah. I haven’t heard that language since my grandmother was still around… Going to be nice to see them all again.” Mom said.

“Well I’ve been learning the entire language thanks to Bensu.” I said honestly.

“I know a few.” Mom said. “A spell or two, and a few words. Grandma was already… pretty on her way out when I came about. Could hardly move at all.”

“And...how long ago was that?” I asked honestly. “Cause Bensu said the language was ancient and lost...I don’t know the max age a Dire Wolf can be but it sounds like that was two hundred years ago or something.”

“Depends. The average male could be about a hundred, females two, Natural Born Den Mothers given their body and such five, six hundred, and if all the members of the den drank their milk also their lifespan was often extended. Grandmother’s mother was the last Den Mother born to our den. She was six hundred years old.”

“Okay then.” I said, doing some math in my head. “So...roughly about sixteen hundred years ago or something? If your grandmother was six hundred years and your mother was only two hundred.”

“About.” Mom said.

“I’d...say that’s about long enough to say it’s ‘long forgotten’ and ‘ancient’.” I shrugged.

“Same.” Mom said.

“So, I can help teach you all the language if you want me to.” I said honestly. “Help bring back old ways that have been long forgotten?”

“That sounds nice.”

I nodded. “Alright, so where to begin cause...it’s actually a bit tough given that every word can mean something completely different based on tone.”

“I was told.” Den said, sitting more upright now. “So, where to begin?”

“Well, let’s start with what you already know since you said you do know some words.” I started.

“I know the howling spell for healing, barrier and sleeping. Words I only know basic hello and love, Kin and young, and goodbye.”

“Alright, good to know.” I nodded. “Good start...hmm…” I hummed. “Well let’s go with trying to say your name. Sounds simple enough.” I said honestly while saying her name in the old language.

Mom was decent, her pronunciation was good but her tone needed to be a bit more casual, her ‘Den’ sounded more like ‘Dig’. Or ‘Door’.

“We’re getting there, but it needs to be more...casual. Your word sounds more like ‘dig’ or ‘door’ at the moment, but we’re making progress.” I said with a nod.

“Oh this is so much fun.” Den said in excitement. “So, more casual huh? Hmm…” Mom said, trying to figure out how to make it sound more casual to mean her name.

“It’s a little weird I know.” I said honestly, repeating the word again in that ‘casual tone’ I mentioned to her to help her understand it.

A few more attempts and mom got it down perfectly. Practicing it a few more times until it was just right.

I nodded. “That’s great.” I said with a smile. “You got it.”

“Oh this is so nice. Grandma wanted to teach me a special spell before she passed. I don’t know what it was though. All she said is that it was passed down from all the Den Mothers in our den.”

“Well...I do know a spell…” I started. “It’s some ancient spell that lets you call upon an ancestor to talk and such. Nifty little thing if you need some advice or something.” I said honestly. “Want me to call her down?”

“That… would be nice.”

“Alright, what’s her name if I may ask?” I asked. “So I know who to actually call.”

“Donna.” Mom said. “She wasn’t like the rest of us, she had… red fur. A rare color for us.”

“Alright.” I nodded before closing my eyes. “I call upon Den Mother Donna.” I said in the ancient wolf language, casting the spell in a mixture of pitched growls.

Forming in a circle between myself and mom, rose a ghostly red figure of a much younger dire wolf in feral form. A Den Mother. “Ye- Holy shit Den is that you?!” The ghostly Den Mother said.

“Yes! Hi Grandma!”

“You’re… You’re like me! My god you’re huge. Even as a pup you were huge.”

“Heh...Granny…” Mom said, rubbing the back of her head. “Grandma, this is Ben, my… daughter, and the first Natural Born Den Mother since you.”

“Hi.” I nodded to the wolf. “But to...kind of elaborate on the ‘gender’ thing...you can probably tell I’m both...if the spell let you do normal things like if you were alive.” I said sheepishly.

“It does. I smelled you the second I appeared, know all I need to… if you were my pup, I’d have grounded for life for having such a piss poor attitude about life.”

“Not my fault my life has been such a train wreck I am always expecting the worse.” I countered.

"So was my sister's life. Husband dead, pups died from disease, and she still had reasons to smile and look on the brighter side."

“At least she knew who she was.” I stated bluntly.

"Grandma." Den spoke up. "What was the spell you wanted to teach me before you passed?"

"Oh yes. I remember." The ghostly dire wolf said. "It's the Lullaby spell."

“For the kids?” I asked curiously.

"No." She chuckled. "It's more of a curse."

“Cause that’s what we need to know.” I chuckled.

"It Is a… rather harsh spell. Once cast, all the young of a rival den, come to your Den, and completely forget their birth family. It was used to save the young of dens who's dire wolves were… less than ideal."

“I understand…” I said. “But...family is really important, especially for Dire Wolves.”

"I know… but there are exceptions to every rule."

“To save the lives of the young.” I said honestly.

"Grandma… how do you know that spell?" Den asked.

"Taught to me by my mother, and her before her."

“Sounds about right.” I nodded. “I just...hope it’ll never be used on me cause...fuck if that wouldn’t be crushing.”

"No mother should ever have this spell cast on them."

“No one.” I agreed. “Mind if I ask...what your life was like?” I asked my great grandmother honestly.

"My life? Well, I became of age, had my first litter, became a full fledged Den Mother, raised and had more litters."

“Sounds simple enough.” I said honestly.

"It was. A Den Mother's job is a simple but important one."

“Yeah…” I said while putting a hand on my growing stomach. “It’s...very important.”

She taught both Den and I the spell. After that she went back to the afterlife. Sighing, Den looked at me. "Ben… if you could, would you go back?"

“What do you mean?” I asked honestly. “Would you go back to what?”

"I know about your time as Diane. Would you...go back to that life, if what happened never did?"

“Well to start I’d like to know who the fuck I am for like ten seconds.” I frowned. “Can’t really be all ‘would you go back?’ when you don’t know who you are and what your going back to ya know?”

"The happier life then."

“Oh, then fuck no.” I said honestly. “I have literally never been happier with what I have now, even if my memories of being Diane show that I was happier, that pales in comparison to right now.” I said honestly.

"I see." Den said.

“Why do you ask?” I inquired. “Seems a tad random if I’d want to go back to my old life as Diane.”

"Just a question. Most people would give anything to go back to such simpler times."

“Well then they don’t understand that life is really unfair most of the time.” I said honestly. “But it’s understandable that they want things to be simpler when nothing makes sense anymore.” I said. “So, mind if I ask...how you’ve taken care of all those kids for so long?”

"Starfish clones help, that pocket dimension thing Cript made was also an amazing help. But mostly it was just learn as I went."

“Sounds about right.” Ben said honestly. “How does it feel to be a full fledged Den Mother?”

"Not all that different from normal really. The extra cleavage isn't that noticeable anymore."

“It’s noticeable to literally everyone else that’s for sure.” I chuckled. “God...it’s weird how I’m technically married to my mom…” I said. “I probably already asked you about that to be honest.”

"Yeah. It is strange but in our homeworlds culture it's fairly normal."

“Wait…” I started. “As in...marrying your mother is actually normal in our culture?”

"Normalish. It only ever happens if powerful Hunter of the Den has not selected an equally powerful mate from his own or an allied den."

"Alrighty then." I nodded. "That's ...good to know."

“Yeah.” Den said. “Just what develops depending on all that happens over the years.”

“Yeah, a lot of things can happen over the years.”

We talked more over time, mostly about our experiences so far raising kids. “You know, Jenny could be a Hunter also.” Den said. “Her personality, power, she could easily become one of the legendary ones from the wall back in my old den.”

“Of course.” I said honestly. “But that’s up to Jenny if she wants to do that.” I pointed out.

“I know. It always is, but it also depends on if the Hunters of the past call her to that path.”

“Well at the moment she’s pregnant so maybe they won’t call at the moment.” I brought up.

“Never know.” Den said. “They called me once.”

“Really?” I asked curiously. “I didn’t know that.”

“I was young, before my first litter.” She said, remembering those early days. “They call us in our dreams, we dream of ourselves, hunting with them in grand battle against the ultimate prey. The Silver Bears.”

“Excuse me who?” I asked.

“The Silver Bears. Our version of Demons of hell.” Mom said. “Tall as mountains, as powerful as an exploding volcano, and as plenty as rabbits without predators around.” She chuckled.

“And...how good do they taste?” I asked curiously.

“No one knows. They are a prey for the dead.” Mom said. “Only the legends of the den hunters get to hunt them in the afterlife, traversing the depths of our version of hell, the Deep Abyss, to find them.”

“Well then...that’s an interesting thing.” I said honestly.

“There is still a lot about our culture, I haven’t had the chance to explain… but I do now.” Mom said, getting up and curling up next to me. “Our relationship is… bizarre, but in the end, we are still family. And finally I can spend much of it with you, telling you all that has yet to be told fully.”

“And that is wonderful.” I said happily. “Spending time with family is always a wonderful thing.”

“Yes. So, have you considered a name?” Mom asked. “One of these days you will have to give birth to your very first, well, first born. Then many after that. What will you name your first born?”

“I’m bad with names...I don’t know.” I said honestly. “Plus...it’s still a long time before I’ll give birth to my first litter…”

“You have a clone here, you, solely for this purpose. You have literally no reason to wait for it.” Mom countered.

“I’d rather not pop out a kid every day when I, as a Den Mother, need to be pregnant for eternity.” I said.

Mom simply chuckled. “Well, when you are ready.”

“I mean, do I also have the whole pregnancy thing from that curse?” I asked. “Or do Dire Wolves just have kids rather quickly?”

“You also have the curse, meaning you already have… let’s see…” She took a deep sniff of me. “Zeke then Eclipsa… Roughly six million already ready to pop infants in you. Despite you don’t look at it, you do. Normally for even a Den Mother it takes five months for our kind to grow a child but with the curse it’s pretty much instant.”

“Alright.” I nodded. “Well that’s a lot.”

"Come on." Mom said, standing up. "Let's go out for a bit." She said, shifting to anthro form and snapping her fingers as clothes appeared on her.

“Alright.” I nodded. “Where to if I may ask?”

"Just to eat." Mom said, waiting for me to get dressed.

I was already dressed given I never turned into my feral form. “Ready when you are.”

"Oh. Wear these." Mom said, handing me a pair of sunglasses. "If we want a real fun time, the illusion spell on these will keep anyone not wearing a pair from recognizing us. Given you are now the kingdoms poster girl I figure some special time without paparazzi would be nice."

“Alright.” I nodded while taking the sunglasses. “Hopefully this will keep everyone from following us.”

Placing them on and mom her own pair we headed out. Walking down the walkaways was different now. Last time I did this people stopped me for every and any reason and bought me stuff. With these no one seemed to actually recognize me. Nice. We arrived at a burger place, and we're waiting in line for some food. "This place using meat from the Animals from home." Mom said. "Plus the portion sizes are good."

“Hopefully they can handle our appetites.” I chuckled.

Mom ordered a large meal platter and I the same… these burgers are MASSIVE! No normal human can eat these… good thing I'm technically not a human anymore. The drinks were in cups the size of beer kegs and the fridge in something the size of an Easter basket. "Alright that's two large meals. That will be twenty six rem." The cashier said. Mom paid and we looked for a seat.

“Well, you weren’t kidding.” I chuckled.

"Not surprised why it was so cheap?" Mom asked as we took our seats.

“Either because it’s normally cheap or because the shopkeep can tell.” I said while tapping my sunglasses.

"The prior." Mom said, taking a bit of her frise. "You know about Cript's computer simulation worlds that are for mining raw ores right?"

“Yes I do, and he’s done that so there’s practically no shortage of food.” I said honestly.

"Yup. His, now also this realm, the elemental crystals when arranged in a circle and spun clockwise at a near light speed makes them generate pure raw matter. Hooking them up to a machine that is built to encode matter into data, by having it extract raw matter from the machine to a data object with no matter originally encoded with it allows the machine to make it reality. Cript figured out how to Admin before he was an Admin."

“Cool.” I nodded. “Sounds good to keep certain materials up and devalue an asston of other materials.”

"It was a necessity." Mom said. "Feeding not just one universe but a whole realm was bound to require something that should make an economy cry. But it doesn't for one reason."

“And what mystical way is that?” I asked. “Cause common economy would say otherwise.”

"Conflict." Mom said simply, taking a larger bite of her frise. "A lot of worlds have a lot of monsters, undead, Shadow creatures, Heartless and Nobodies." She said, eyeing me when she said Nobodies. "Freak Inc started off as a Weapons company, and people no matter the world or realm all have flames in them that desire some form of conflict. Rather than each other, Cript figured these mindless monsters would be the best alternative, and they have. As well as honorably dueling." She motioned to a hanging TV across from us, the TV showing a live dual between a male mage and a female barbarian lady. "Tournaments like this are very popular and do pay, modern day wrestling with swords, guns, and magic. Spells keep both from actually killing one another, only rule is you have to bring your own weapons and gear."

“Cool.” I nodded. “Didn’t think that was a thing...wonder why no one’s tried to challenge me yet either from some weird confidence or sheer stupidity?”

"You have to register as a combatant." Mom explained.

“Ah, so how many people would actively try to fight me if I did sign up?” I asked honestly.

"It's all automatic. No one chooses unless they are in the top ten."

“Okay then.” I nodded. “Wouldn’t be fair if I joined all things considered.”

"There are other competitions." Mom said, now taking a bite of her burger. "A popular one is Survival Arena, Game Show, Capture the Flag and my personal favorite, Quiz Shows."

“Well then, that’s a lot more than just fighting.” I said honestly.

"Heh… not completely." Mom said, taking a sip from her soda. "They all have combat in some shape or form. Oh! That reminds me." She said, rummaging through her purse. "Where did I put it?"

“Oh?” I asked curiously. “What are ya looking for?”

"I got you something. I know you like Magic the Gathering so I got you some cards, enchanted of course."

“Oh sweet, I’ve been keeping up on the normal earth side, I don’t know how far it is outside that.” I said honestly.

"Very." Mom said, finally finding the deck and handing it to me. "It's a simple starter deck. Rules to actual Magic the Gathering magic card game are on the blue card." She said.

“Cool.” I said while taking the deck and looking through the deck to see what was in it. “Thank’s, and you said these are enchanted right?”

"Yes. Think of it like… Yu Go Oh meets Pokemon… of something equivalent to that." Mom said.

“Oh so I can actively summon monsters or cast spells with these?” I asked curiously.

"Yes but only in a card dueling arena. Doing so outside one is a fine."

“Alrighty then.” I nodded, double checking all the cards and it looked like a Blue White Control deck. “People are not going to like me when I figure out what else is out there…” I chuckled.

"There is a lot to find. I looked up and there are about sixteen thousand cards now."

I thought for a moment and did some calculations on how many cards there were back in 2012 before it all went to shit. “Huh, that’s double the amount back on Earth when it got blown to hell.” I said honestly. “So...there’s about eighty sets if each one was two hundred?” I guessed. “Jeez that’s a lot.”

"I guess." She said, drinking more soda.

“Not really interested in me nerding out?” I asked.

"I'm not my for card games honestly. I prefer Dominoes."

“Now dominoes are fun, especially with what some people have done with them.” I said honestly. “They had a lot of time to do all that.”

"Yup. So, gonna start a card collection?"

“Given how much money I have...might as well restart a hobby.” I said honestly.

"Having hobbies aside from children is good. Aside from Dominoes I read and help Lyra sort her ever growing porn collection."

“Now I’d like a hobby I can share with my kids, not lead them into crippling hentai addictions.” I brought up.

Mom shrugged. "Most of the kids participate in the Family Arena."

“I don’t like how you segwayed ‘Lyra’s growing porn collection’ into ‘kids participating in the family arena’...” I pointed out.

"You would rather I keep talking about Lyra and her porn?"

“I just wanted to point that out.” I said sheepishly. “But what about this arena?”

"It's basically the same as all the public games and such but strictly for the family only. The only difference is no powers allowed."

“Sounds about right.” I nodded. “Keeps things from getting too escalated.”

"Basically." Mom said.

“So it’s good for just some much needed venting or something?” I asked.

"Not exactly. The public arenas are a display of raw power and ability, the family arena is a test of pure skill. Anyone with the power can go through the fights and mow down competitions. It takes true skill to do so without any power at all."

“Alrighty then.” I nodded. “Good to know ...can't wait to hear ‘your challenged to a family match’ out of nowhere.”

"It's either invitation or optional." Mom said. "You can deny the invite."

“That’s what they all say before it’s a ‘you can’t deny it’.” I rolled my eyes.

Mom chuckled, eating more of her fries. "So, are there any questions about Cript's realm or anything in general?"

“There are a lot of things that I’d like to know, like what the hell is the main rules of it given I have been told ‘things are different in different realms’ a lot.”

"Rules huh? Any specific rules?"

“Anything.” I said. “Like...very noteworthy rules that I would need to know.”

"Hmm… one rule, or set of rules, that are different from Cript's realm compared to your own is time travel."

“Which has been an absolute mess at this point from my personal experience.” I said honestly.

"Time travel from your realm works like this. One can traverse forward and back in time, but once they return they can not keep the memories of what they experienced. Only ones heart can travel time, not their body. A vessel would be needed. That correct so far?"

“Point for point from what I learned in Dream Drop Distance.” I agreed.

"In Cript's world the concept of time is more liquid than that. One can traverse time freely, body and all, and time itself will be unchanged. No matter the alteration."

“Makes sense.” I nodded. “If it’s more like that then it wouldn’t really change much.”

"There Is a downside though." Mom said.

“And that would be?” I asked curiously.

"If a person dies outside of their time, or an item of extreme importance is destroyed or vanished from its timezones, then and only then is the timeline altered. Creating multiple alternative timelines to exist outside the initial original timeline."

“That sounds interesting.” I said honestly.

"This means while the timeline was altered it was also reset, these alternative timelines existing as… pools made by a splash, for a comparison."

“Well then, that’s a curious thing.” I said with some thought.

"What this means is that all around us are reflections of time that, while able to be traversed continually multiply, unlike realms reflections that are admin made, these are made by altering choices and events in time. They are the one thing Cript can't fuse so they still exist here, because time is something only the Admin of Time can alter or edit, as time in itself is borrowed from them."

“Alrighty then.” I nodded. “That is very interesting and...kind of circled way back into what we’ve already known for...some reason.” I blinked.

"Anything else?" Mom asked, eating more fries.

“Any other important things I should know besides time?” I asked curiously.

"Hmm…" Mom thought, sipping more soda. I realized I haven't even touched my food and began eating before it got too cold. "Perhaps about Soul Blades. Cript's realms take on your Keyblades."

“Oh yes, the things that can be so outrageously overpowered.” I said. “Like the two that Cript was about to just put up for auction.”

"Well. Unlike Keyblades, Soul Blades are a physical representation of who you are. It's designs and power saying what kind of person you are. As well as what your potential is."

“So…” I wanted to point out the Soul Blades sound like Stands from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure but I doubt Den would know about it. “Never mind, I was going to try and bring up a comparison...only to realize I’m a weeb and others are not. But how do I get a Soul Blade? Or is my Greatsword my Soul Blade?”

"From what I know to call forth your Soul Blade you have to basically rip out your own soul, manifesting it into a physical object. That object, your Soul Blade, returns all but a chunk of your soul back, that chunk it keeps remains within blade, forever linking you to it."

“Well it’s a miracle I have one again.” I chuckled. “Let’s hope it won’t break and I’ll have to get a new one.” I rolled my eyes. “Also...Nothingness’s entire thing is Souls so...my jurisdiction I think?”

"Hard to say." Mom said. "There are several kinds of Soul Blades. Single, Twin, and Returning."

“What?” I raised an eyebrow. “I can imagine that ‘single’ and ‘twin’ are just if you have one or two soul blades, but Returning?”

"You see, typically a person dies and so does their soul blade, but some persist on after their owner has died, and live on. These are the most powerful ones."

“So Nobodies basically.” I pointed out. “Fun.”

"I guess?" Mom said questioningly. "Both Cript's Biohazards Curse and Darkest Hero were made from his own soul, Darkest Hero was his first… but he never really used it until many years later, he stuck with Biohazards Curse for most of his life."

“So he had a Twin Soul Blade?” I asked curiously.

"No." Mom said simply. "Twin Soul Blades are made from a single chunk, those were made from two different ones."

“That...shouldn’t be right given what you explained.” I said honestly. “Like, his soul wouldn’t be big enough to hold two different ones separately right?”

"It was risky but necessary." Mom sighed. "This was long before I joined the family, before he even met Lyra. He was still a child." Mom started. "The monks that raised and taught him helped him forge his first soul blade, Darkest Hero, but there was an unexpected result. It wasn't just part of his soul that went into it… it was also part of his Psychopaths. The first time he used it, it nearly woke up and Cript about nearly killed everyone."

“Well then.” I started. “That would kind of suck considering what I am…”

"The monks helped him forge Biohazards Curse a year later. Making sure not to touch his Psychopath."

“Alrighty then.” I nodded. “So I suppose that’s why he used that more.”

"He didn't start really using Darkest Hero until it kept appearing. Every time he'd try to summon Biohazards Curse, Darkest Hero would appear. Eventually he used it to dive into himself, and faced that monster. He won, and since then Darkest Hero has been his new main choice and most reliable weapon."

“Cool.” I nodded. “So...what are the types of Soul Blades again?”

"Single, Twin, and Returning."

“Okay, so what are they?” I repeated. “Cause I can guess what Single and Twin is unless their different, so what’s Returning cause you haven’t really told me what they are.”

"Returning is a Soul Blade that lives on after the one who made it has died, they are like ghosts. They still have work to be done and will not leave, or rather, pass on, until their mission is complete."

“Okay then.” I nodded. “Good to know.” I gave a thumbs up to that. “So, now how to actually make a Soul Blade for later…”

"I don't know. Cript or Andy would though."

“Andy?” I asked. “I...don’t think I know who that is.”

"That's another story for another time." Mom said, finishing her burger. "Want to know anything else then"

“I mean, there’s probably a lot of things I still need to know but ‘what do I need to know’ isn’t really helpful…” I sighed out.

"Just think it over." Mom said. "it will come to you."

“What differences are there between our realm and Cripts?” I asked.

"A lot." Mom chuckled. "Mostly Cript's is a bit more… chaotic. Not in a.bad way though… but there are some darker places there…"

“Good to know, any differences that I should know about between the two besides the time travel thing?” I asked curiously.

"The land of the dead In Cript's realm is an actual place. Been there. Very… odd."

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

"Well for starters all the fruits and veggies there appear in the shape of bones. The dirt is dry and not good but can grow a tree fine, the 'water' there is poison but only when you drink it outside the realm of death is it deadly. And it's also where Grim Reapers are born and trained."

“Alrighty then. Good to know.” I nodded. “Anything else of note?”

"Not that I can think of off the top of my head." Mom said, finishing off her fries as I just finished my burger.

“Alright.” I nodded. “So, I presume you’ve been spending time with my wives?” I asked curiously.

"Yes, getting to know both my daughters in law and new fellow wives. Gotta say, Celestia knows how to grope a girl right." Mom chuckled with a blush.

“Well she was into women before I came along.” I said honestly. “She...probably told you her story as to why that was?”

"Yes. In all honesty it's not hard to see why. But with a family like this immortality just means more time to expand and enjoy the family." Mom said.

“Yeah, cause that’s what we need.” I chuckled.

"Hmm…" Mom hummed. "Cript might get mad if I show you this but I'm going to anyway solely because It's both funny and Lyra will love it too. Finish up and I'll take you to it."

“Oh boy.” I said. “I wonder what it could be.” I said as I started finishing up my food.

After Mom and I finished everything she led me outside and used her Assistant to Teleport us someplace. Where we were was what looked like a workshop. "Now where did he put it?" Mom asked herself while looking around.

“That depends on what you're looking for.” I said honestly.

"It looked kinda like a large vending machine of sorts." Mom said, moving some clutter along the walls.

“Simple enough.” I said while helping her search for the thing.

After some searching Mom found it. It was a large weird Vending machine with a screen and a large sliding door that opened to let out… something huge? "Okay guess what this is." Mom said, looking a mix between excited and about to laugh.

“Uh...the hell?” I asked while looking over the huge thing. “What is it?” I asked.

"Okay so not long after Cript became an Admin he let Lyra make something with code… and she made this. A vending machine that gives you custom wives. God that mare has a harem fetish." Mom said. "She used it for about a month before Cript took it away from her."

“Gee, I wonder why.” I rolled my eyes.

"Wanna use it?" Mom asked, playfully elbowing me.

“Might as well make one…” I muttered while walking up to it. “So...how do I use it?” I asked, given this wasn’t a normal vending machine.

"Tap the screen, select genders, body type, other details~ then hit make."

“Alrighty then…” I nodded. “Can’t believe I’m literally making my own wife…” I muttered. “Does it also involve races?”

"Of course." Mom said.

“Cool…” I said, starting to think of what to choose. As I thought I randomly stumbled upon a thought. “Hmm...I wonder…” I started as I looked for the ‘Hydra’ race on the thing, wondering if it’s actually a thing.

It was! God these body types range from BBW to Loli.

“I know what I must do.” I said, Den seeing that I had a nose bleed already as the thought of the lady in question was forming in my head. So I punched in ‘Hyrda: 3 Heads’, ‘BBW’, ‘Height: 7’9”’, “Wings’, ‘Lightning Breath Weapon’ cause apparently that was also a thing, ‘Personality: Middle Head: Smart Leader, Left Head: Tomboy, Right Head: Derp’, ‘Breast Size: EE’, ‘Breast Set: 2’, ‘Naturally Lactate: Yes’, ‘Gender: Female’, ‘Scales: Silver’. “I just hope she...will be happy with me…” I muttered as I double checked everything and made sure there wasn’t anything else I had to check on. “Oh…” I muttered, ‘Naturally Magic: Yes’, ‘Tail: Yes’. “I think that should be it…” I hummed.

"You forgot two." Mom said, skidding the screen all the way down to two tabs. Love(s) and Fetishes.

“Oh?” I asked. “Loves and Fetishes? So...I have to also point out who they love and what their into?” I asked curiously.

"It's optional but there." Mom said. "They are being newly made into reality, as an admin you have the power to do this to anyone really. But that's morally wrong. This is the accepted grey area."

“Alright.” I nodded while typing in my name first and then other names like Eclipsa, Zeke and many wives that I can name off the top of my head. “She’ll also learn to love others naturally as well right?” I asked.

"Of course."

“Alright.” I nodded while looking at fetishes and thinking hard about that. “I’m...a little worried that if I type any fetishes in it’ll get out of control for...some reason.”

"Trust me… Lyra has done WAY worse." Mom laughed.

I sighed out. “I can imagine…” I said as I thought more about this...accidentally typing in ‘exhibisionist’, then ‘Foot Fetish’ cause apparently I’m weird, ‘Roleplay’...cause fuck me all my wives really like to role play in bed…’Anal’ cause her ass would be outstanding…”God...why am I doing this?” I whined, steam coming out of my head as I made sure everything was alright and fine. “Alright...so everything’s fine?” I brought up again, Den seeing the laundry list of a Hydra I’m making with this thing.

"Seems so." Mom Said, looking it over.

“Alright…” I nodded. “Time to do this…” I muttered while pressing the ‘enter’ button, hoping this will work.

The sliding door flashed and then opened. Out popping my four breasted sexy Hydra lady. "Hey there sexy~" all three heads cooed as she walked over towards me, pressing her chest against mine.

"It still works!" Mom said.

“Howdy ladies.” I said sheepishly, before blinking as I forgot to give them names. “Um...what are your names?” I asked, hoping they automatically came with names.

"Call us what you want." The right head said, her long Hydra neck moving down, slipping between my lower boobs.

"I don't care." The left one said, kissing my neck.

"We're all yours~" The middle one said, planting a kiss right on my lips.

"I'm taking this back to Lyra." Den said, starting to move the machine.

“Oh boy.” I muttered. “So…” I hummed while looking at the three girls. “Middle is Samantha, or Sam whichever you prefer, left is Tanya, and Right is Kim. Sound good?”

"Sure." Tanya said from between my lower boobs, now suckeling a tit, the sudden sucking made me jump. How does that feel so different from feeding the kids?

“Feeling feisty already?” I asked curiously.

"I could go for a good fuck about now." Kim said, rising up to my cheek and giving me a light lick. She then went to my ear. "We can blow you, eat you out and suck on your tits while groping you all at once. Does that sound nice" She asked.

“Yes, yes it would.” I cooed softly. ”Best, decision, ever.” I thought to myself happily. “So...how do you want to start?”

"Lay down." They said, already trying to undress me.

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“Alright.” I said while helping get myself undressed. “This’ll...be my first time with a hydra...this’ll be fun.” I chuckled as I laid down as well.

They undressed me, about ripping my dress and bra off before slipping down my undies. As my member emerged erect and ready they began rubbing it with their tail… wow. "You like?" Sam asked.

“Yes…” I moaned softly, their tail, even though scaly, was soft and felt wonderful.

They grabbed my breasts, roughly groping them but it just felt great.

Kim sent her head down and began sucking from my tit, I felt the milk getting sucked out and it was nothing like how I feed the kids. Tanya and Sam went lower, Tanya moving under my balls and tasted my female parts, making me gasp. Sam stopped stroking my dick with their tail and now began licking the tip. I felt the tip of their member, half my length start poking between the middle and upper breasts of mine as their tail began inching from my butt side to my anus.

“Many heads work miracles apparently.” I moaned happily “Also, how are you so good at this?”

"Does that matter?" Kim asked, moving from my tits to my face. "Are you ready?" She asked.

“Yes I am.” I nodded, my dick throbbing in anticipation.

At that, Sam wrapped her hips around the head of my member and began going down… and down… and down… Tanya then stuck her tongue inside my female parts, the shock made me thrust up, sending all my member into Sam's now bulged throat. Sam went up and down the whole length of it, each time her throat stretched and it's tightness was felt squeezed around my member, while Tanya went wild on my female parts, soaking that area and her own face.

“Holy~.” I moaned loudly, not expecting all of this suddenly. “Good lord...so good~!”

Grinning, Kim joined her other two, taking a lick of my balls, then grabbed them in her mouth, right as they slid their tail inside my ass. The sensation was very different from when Twilight played with it. Not bizzare like last time but more like… a different type of filled.

“All the spots at once...almost...feels like cheating.” I moaned and panted, feeling my peak climbing rather quickly from the three headed hydra’s ministrations as my dick throbbed in pleasure in Sam’s throat.

As My total lower body was being bombarded by pleasure I began to thrust a little, enjoying this so much I wasn't focusing on anything else. I began sweating from trying to hold back my dual climaxes. Holding back as just one gender is hard, from both is a losing battle.

I came. Sitting up, accidentally nearly shoving Tanya's whole head inside my nethers, adding to the climax at the sudden extreme stretch, I had grabbed Sam's head and kept it down, pumping all my cum down her tight throat as my female lower half was being licked rapidly my Tanya's trapped head, all the while Kim kept sucking my testicles like jawbreakers.

When it was done and I fell back Tanya freed her now soaked head, Kim released my balls from her mouth and Sam slipped off my member with an audible pop, and they removed their tail from my ass. "Did we do good?" Sam asked, lips still covered in some excess cum.

[sex end]

“You did amazing.” I panted heavily. “Fuck…”

Smiling, Tana licked the cum off of Sam's lips, giving her a deep kiss before they stood up, helping me up and giving me a hug. "Thank you for creating us." They said in unison.

I hugged back lovingly. “Your welcome my loving hydra girls.” I said warmly.

"I can't believe you got it back for me!" Cript's Lyra, in a very human form with her only pony thing being some ears on her head and her signature hair colors. I cleaned up, let the new girls meet up with the others and caught back up with mom, who was with Lyra in what I think is Lyra's personal room. The wife machine was here already.

"I knew he had to have put it somewhere. You know Cript can't say no to you so when he took this I knew he didn't destroy it." Mom said, wrapping an arm around me. "Ben here even made himself a sexy Hydra wife."

"Oh really?" Lyra asked, eyeing me with a smile.

“Um...y-yeah…” I blushed and scratched the back of my head. “It still works I guess.”

"That's great. I have been wishing I had this thing back. After I made it first I completely forgot how to make it since I was working on the rescue projects."

“Just don’t go crazy with it.” I said. “Even if I just added more to my Harem before I married...there has to be limits here.”

"Nope." Lyra said simple, looking the machine over. "I wonder if my user history is still here."

“I’m scared…” I said worriedly.

"Run…" Mom said, she and I bolting as Lyra made the machine glow.

"It is!" We heard Lyra scream in joy before suddenly there was quite literally a tidal wave of women flooding the hall behind us…

"Lyra!!!" We could hear Cript screaming from somewhere. "Not again!"

“Why did you give that to Lyra?” I whined to Den quickly.

"Fun fact about Lyra. She would have learned how to remake it eventually, might have well gotten it over with." Mom said.