With everyone now able to move around and be free, it was time to get down to important business. And the path to beginning, was reaching Zeke and Eclipsa’s door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Wonder who that is?” Meliodas asked, a pint of booze in hand leaned against the couch watching TV.

“If it’s not hookers I’m not interested.” Alucard said, flipping channels from the couch.

“Might be a salesman?” Eclipsa said, her house once again cramped with company, but at least it was comfortable. Company was nice, and family was better.

“None of the above.” Zeke said, standing up from the couch. “I knew they’d find me sooner or later.” He said, walking over to the door and opening it. “Hello, Squall.”

“That’s Leon.” The figure said, looking over Zeke. “It’s been a while.”

“Pissed I’m sure?”

“Mildly. Knowing you, you already know why I’m here. Right?”

“You want me to both return to Daybreak, and officially make me the sole leader, a king, correct?”

“Down to a T. Glad you haven’t lost your edge or observational skills.”

“Hmm…”

“Zeke?” Eclipsa spoke up, slithering up to them.

Exhaling, Zeke looked at Squall. “Fine, but there are some things I think you do, or perhaps do not know.”

“I know that you and about twenty others are all sharing a body…” Squall said, looking into the house. “Though I’m guessing that situation has changed in some way?”

“Yeah. we can all move with our own bodies again, though we all still share both a heart and a link of sorts.”

“Makes sense.”

“I accept, but Daybreaks government is going to go under some serious rebuilding.” Zeke said, clearly and confidently.

“I expected as much. Shall we get to work?” Squall asked.

“Yes.”

“A Grand Royal Crown?” Eclipsa asked.

“It works like this.” Zeke said, the two sitting at the dinner table, hours after the talk with Squall, Cid and other Daybreak officials. “All of us here will be made kings and Queens over Daybreak, marriage is allowed, of course, into and within the crown. Each ruler will govern different areas of the whole government, their own council and all that as well to help.”

“I see. I think?” Eclipsa said, sipping a milkshake.

“I will be governing Scouts, like before with Daybreak. You will be governing youth programs.”

“Youth programs?”

“Charities for children's hospitals, playgrounds, education and orphanages.” Zeke explained.

“Ah. Got it.”

“Meliodas will be in charge of front line defense squads. Their training and deployment. Leon S. Kennedy will be in charge of homeland security. Mors is in charge of diplomatic relations with other worlds, realms and such. Core is in charge of darkness defence and safety in the field while Unum does the same, but with light. Vincent will be in charge of imports and exports. Grathon will handle local authorities, the head of all police in a sense. Xehanort will be with the Time Walkers, given his experience in the field of time travel and that Keyblade of his Time walkers were happy to accept him, though they are independent of us, so any information gained will be vague as to not disrupt too much.”

“Ugh, gave me a headache already just thinking about it.” Eclipsa said, rubbing her left temple.

“Peccator, or the Master of Masters, will be an advisor to all. Trixie is in charge of both troup and citizen moral. Starlight Glimmer, while receiving therapy as well, is in charge of spellcraft development. Raga is also receiving therapy and when she is ready will take over government propaganda.”

“Propaganda?”

“Yes, fliers and such about recruitments. Nothing too stressful for her. Guts is in charge of training the advanced soldiers, anyone who is dubbed a Prism Knight or higher received training from him. Simon is in charge of, at his request, resources. Mines, wood, food, things like that on this and other worlds. Tokoyami will be in charge of our bases, cities and defenses in the Realm of Darkness colonies."

"Colonies in the realm of darkness? Is that even safe?"

"Actually since I and the others became this, both time has begun to flow at a normal pace there as well as portals appearing there that are not only safe for those unprotected to enter, but the heartless there have also calmed down significantly. It reacted to becoming complete. Now they don't attack unless provoked."

"Huh. Cool."

"Clementine is in charge of reconstruction of worlds that underwent apocalyptic events, as well as wiping out deadly threats and issues the world has because of what cause the apocalypse in the first place. Her first mission will be her own homeworld. Raven is in charge of research of both enemy tech and strategies as well as dark arts understandings. Miles is in charge of rescue operations and objective capture missions. Eren will be as he was before, a scout of sorts but for the battle zone. Taking out key enemy defenses while also reporting things back to us. Lastly Alucard is in charge of all heavy powered strike teams for tactical attacks on key enemy strongholds and manufacturing facilities. And with that we have what each king or queen will be personally governing as well as most of the government for Daybreak and hopefully The Kingdom of Nothingness to agree."

"We are married to Ben so he would be in on this right?"

"They would, and what they govern I already have an idea in mind. Not to mention with the new Nexus Templar under my command we already have the makings of an army."

"The makings of one? It sounds like we have a good one."

"Not good enough." Zeke said darkly. "Something I noticed about how Jericho handled things when he first appeared. He didn't seem determined or vengeful… he seemed to be just acting a part."

"Acting a part? Zeke he took our kids!"

"I know that but think about it, out of everything he could have done, destroyed the realm, nearly killed us, killed us. But he takes the kids, emotionally hurts us, but also gives us a chance to… fight back. This is playing a role and half assed at that."

"So what? This isn't a real threat?"

"There is, but not from Jericho. From someone else."

"Someone more dangerous than a person with all of Cript's level of power? Who could that be?"

"No idea. But whoever it is, they are our real enemy, someone who's pulling the strings behind the grand puppet show, and moving the chess prices for the face of the enemy."

"How do you do it? Read and understand so much just by staying quiet?"

"I listen. I read the body language. Jericho put on a good facade but there was one thing he couldn't hide. His eyes. They were the eyes of someone speaking words they did not care about."

"Can you… teach me that?"

"I can try."

Everything was set up, all that was needed was for a sit down with Ben about the plans and merger between Daybreak and the Nothingness kingdom. By marriage and therefore politics they were one kingdom already but a meeting still had to be done about it. "I hate paperwork." Zeke sighed.

"We all do." Mors said, here for both political and support reasons. "At least I have my body back. Been so long. Since I’ve had real fingers.”

Entering the meeting room, the two waited shortly before Ben finally appeared. “So I have a literal ass ton of news to talk about at the moment, and a lot of things that are weird.” Ben said honestly, people seeing the Den Mother walking more...femininly than their normal stride.

“I’m sure you do.” Zeke said, sitting up as Ben took a seat next to them. “But first we should talk about the Grand Crown… you did read the file I sent you right?”

“Yes yes.” Ben said honestly. “But onto something that’s actually important…” The wolf took a deep breath.

“More important than the proper governmental unification of Daybreak and your Kingdom?” Zeke asked with a raised eyebrow.

“If I...don’t have kids...like me myself giving birth...I’ll…” Ben sniffled. “I’ll never be able to have kids ever again...cause Den Mother biology...and you know for a fact I see family as ‘more important’ than a bunch of retarded paper work…”

Zeke’s raised brow became a worried expression. “I… I’m sorry. I… so what are you going to do? Are you going to have like Eclipsa, one clone pregnant and others not or…?”

“What’s retarded is that, apparently, if one get’s pregnant, they all do...some fucking how cause that’s not how biology, or magic works...cause never get an actual fucking explaination on Starfish Clones…”

“... But, but if you’re pregnant, and if what I’m reading is right, have to stay pregnant… you can’t fight…”

“You know full fucking well I’ll figure something out.” Ben stated, Zeke having a strange sense of Deja Vu with that response.

“Yeah but direct battles would put you and all the kids in danger. You’d either have to adapt a ranged style for ALL your weapons or...something…”

“Cript’s curse states that, if your pregnant, even a normal human being, they can tank a SuperNova, and the kids ten times that. So compounding that with my own natural tankyness, which I still need to work on because of some other reasons why I can either take a hit like a champ or fall over like a piece of fucking tissue paper, and all the other crap I can do...well you can see why that probably won’t be a problem.” Ben shrugged.

“Yeah but even so, fighting in Late stage pregnancy would be near impossible, and if you give birth during it, you’re vulnerable.”

“Part two of Cript’s Curse for women, they can give birth whenever the fuck they want.” Ben brought up.

“Huh...that’s a… that’s a thing…” Zeke said, rubbing the back of their neck. “Still, public image of you pregnant and in combat would be political suicide.”

“Just like how Cript figured out how to make a ‘Mother’, which is apparently a super Construct that can take in all of a selected person’s harem, yes I know, I’m married to one of them, I can figure that out and have it be in one of my Starfish clones or in that specific ‘Mother’...or whatever it’s called I completely forgot the proper name.” Ben shrugged.

“Either way, this does lead into what I had in mind for your role in the Grand Crown. It’s far less paperwork.” Zeke said, immediately perking Ben up.

“Yay, no paperwork makes me a happy wolf.” Ben made happiness noises at not doing paperwork anymore.

“Heh, you’re role I had in mind is a simple one really. To be blunt, you’ll be both the Kingdom and Government Mascot. Pictures for propaganda posters, TV interviews, just keeping yourself cute and lovely, all that. The people of your world here already have high respect for you, and those in Daybreak all consider you a valued member, and those from Eclipsa’s reflection find you largely adorable. We can use that as a means of both political and social strong arms on rival Admins realms and their peoples and or government.”

“So basically what I’ve been doing?” Ben asked honestly.

“In a sense, only a few papers to work on, most likely largely autographs. You’ll be working very close with Raga, once she’s done with her therapy sessions… But that’s only part of what the Grand Royal Crown does.”

“Good thing I has clones...also I’m gonna need therapy...like...a fucking lot to be honest…”

“I’ll tell Lyra…” Zeke said softly. “The primary, secret, role of the Royal Crown is dealing with the one pulling the strings behind Jericho.”

“Oh yeah, there’s most definitely someone pulling the strings here.” Ben nodded. “Hell, I was the one that suggested it to Cript, and he went off to make some calls.” They said, keeping the two sources to himself just in case someone was listening.

“Good. If it checks out we may have to yank him out of retirement.” Zeke said.

“Guess I wasn’t needed after all.” Mors said oddly happily.

“Heh, yeah this went smoother than expected.” Zeke said.

“I’ll take my leave then. You two can wrap this up on your own I see.” Mors said, the ancient Keyblade wielder standing up and leaving the room.

“Heh, the is so happy to have a real body again.” Zeke chuckled.

“Good to know.” Ben nodded. “But onto other business...have you...randomly remembered things that...shouldn’t be there?” The Den Mother asked. “Like...for me, I randomly said Eclipsa’s…’real name’ when I don’t remember either of you saying it…” He said.

“Huh. Maybe you just heard it offhand in a conversation?” Zeke said. “But, I do have to ask… when are you gonna… get knocked up… and with who?” Zeke asked.

“Fuck if I know, I know, and fucked if I know.” I shrugged. “Probably you and Eclipsa...and then I put some buns in your ovens as well to make it fair.”

“Already did for Eclipsa. She gave birth during that whole event with Scotch, Coco and Rune.”

“They are precious.” Ben said with a warm smile, given that he was tending to the kids with one of his clones he had spent some time with them. “But now that you two are married to me...well...Cript’s curse kinda sorta makes it so...when kids happen, millions are made…”

“Damn… Well… so what now then?”

“Well...I can talk about all the crap I’ve been up to, because it is a lot.” Ben said honestly.

“If you want too. We haven’t had a simple talk in a long time. You’ve been so distant lately.”

“Well that’s from a combination of many, many things.” Ben said honestly. “But...to start with, Mega Giants are a thing...I get to take care of two wonderful children that were just resurrected from their mother because their souls were in Skysplitter...don’t ask.” Ben said nervously. “I got a Giant Girlfriend after we got into a pretty big bar fight...cuddles are very nice.” Ben chuckled a little. “And...well there’s a lot of other shit, like Tanya wanting to send children after me because they know I won’t fight them...completely forgetting that I can still beat them in other ways.” The wolf explained. “So...let’s go to you before I start rambling more.”

“Nothing much on my end really. Been spending a lot of time with Eclipsa, which is nice, and everyone is doing their part well. Krot has a base of his pinpointed. As his expected defenses are up but damaged. He suspects Nexus tried to break in. Seemed to have failed given the amount of corpses around… I’ll be deploying Alucard, he will be the distractions for what’s left of outside defences, which is still most of the heavy artillery and minefields. Meanwhile Krot and some soldiers Meliodas will select based on their skills will accompany him inside to disable the security from the control room.”

“We need to spend more time together…” Ben said honestly and a little sadly.

“I know.” Zeke said, wrapping an arm around Ben’s torso and pulling them closer. “Well, you got about a solid month before Raga can work so… wanna mess around?”

“That depends, what do you mean by ‘mess around’?” Ben asked curiously. “Cause we totally can if you want.”

Zeke placed his first finger and thumb on Ben’s chin, smiling as he looked them right in the eyes. “That depends, how badly do you want kids?”

“How badly do you want kids?” Ben asked huskily. “Remember, I have a certified club down there rearing to show you and Marcy a wonderful time.”

“I’ve already had kids by Unum… wife unum not first wielder/ancestor unum… Really got to find a nickname for her… Heh. Either way, how about we start kissing, and see where it goes?” Zeke said, the line familiar to both, but neither knew why or cared to ask.

“Well then you better pucker up.” Ben grinned, leaning down and kissing Zeke lovingly.

Afterglow was a hell of a thing, Ben learned. As a female, it felt much better than male. More...fulfilling, no pun intended. “So...how did that feel?” Ben panted, given they both did each other.

“Pretty sure you need that thing shrunk.” Zeke replied half awake, their whole body under Ben’s breasts. “But these can stay~” They said, groping the large jugs of their lover.

“Oh you loved it.” Ben giggled. “Screamed loud enough when the knot went in.”

“Because it felt like a train went in there.” Zeke chuckled, digging their way out from Under the massive cleavage. Once half way out they sighed happily. “Moments like this are… nice. Too few and far between. Honestly makes me feel normal.”

“Yeah...way too far for me to be honest…” Ben sighed out.

“Well then, let’s change that.” Zeke said, finishing getting out from under Ben, but falling on them, giving them a face full of their cleavage. “Heh, not as big as your biggest but… coveres enough of that cute snout you have.”

“Titties are nice.” Ben smiled, nuzzling into Zeke’s breasts as he also groped Zeke’s rump happily. “And butts are also nice.”

“Heh… not used to that sensation…” Zeke said. After a few more hours of post sex groping and cuddeling, the two finally got up and dressed, Ben noticing something. Zeke still wore only mens clothing. Even the underwear.

“You really have to try Rarity and Co-” Ben took a deep breath, trying not to just break down at that. “Rarity and Coco made some really comfy panty boxers and enchanted bra’s...so fucking comfy and soft.”

Zeke sighed, giving Ben a kiss for comfort. “We will find that damned Keyblade. Wanna know why and how?” Zeke asked, slipping their shirt on. “We have it’s creator on our side. If it has a weakness, he’ll know it. And when we find it, we can exploit it to hell.”

“Gonna need to slap the bastard for this crap...but when we get some good explanations here...I’m going to take Void Key, break it over my knee, and slowly mutilate that giant fucking eye.” Ben growled.

“Sounds like a plan.” Zeke said, tossing Ben their multi-Bra and shirt. “I need to talk with Peccator about that. Even though Raga isn’t due to work for a month we can get a start without her. Pinkie and Twin both scheduled all three of our realms Photo Finishes to picture you. Your and My Rarity are designing outfits and all that while the studio where this is all gonna happen gets built. We also are discussing on a larger castle, make a true stand on both our might and image to the enemy.”

“Alrighty then, but can’t I just stick with my cloak?” Ben asked. “While dresses are nice I’d like to keep my signature look ya know?”

“You can but image wise you’d look more appealing to the people in formal dresses. The Rarities are up for giving you some lessons and all that, but what you wear when the cameras are off is your choice.” Zeke said, getting their shoes on. “You’ll also be working pretty closely with Eclipsa since she is in charge of anything involving children, education, orphanages, children's hospitals and all that.”

“Yeah I’m going to be doing that a lot.” Ben said honestly. “While the dresses might be fine...gonna be a bit of a pain sometimes.”

“Especially with heels. I envy Eclipsa for not having feet or legs… Heh. Though when she was Marcy they were quite the eye catcher~”

“No, whether it was back when we first dated to now, heel’s are not for me.” Ben shook his head. “Even if they look fancy, nothing can stop a good ol pair of shoes or boots.” Ben said honestly.

“I don’t like the idea either but fact is if you show up wearing an elegant dress but have boots or shoes on, it’s social suicide. Paparazzis and newspapers will be all over it for months.”

“Okay that makes literally no sense and you know that.” Ben said honestly.

“People don’t make sense Ben.”

“Yeah, but I don’t care.” Ben said honestly. “Hell, I’ll even go barefoot given I’m a Dire Wolf, and if they bitch and moan about wardrobe I’ll just bring up what’s more important, wardrobe or us actually doing our fucking jobs right.” Ben frowned.

“To certain people both are important, or mainly appearances. Just because they are citizens of the kingdom does not mean they like and or all accept us. There will always be gossip and bad press no matter what we do. Simple fact of politics and high society.”

“Fuck high society.” Ben frowned.

“But not from Eclipsa’s or Daybreak, and all the unified worlds, and fact is while most are indeed jack asses, they have no illegal workings in their business. It’s the ones who can both play by the rules and use them against us that are the worry. Which is why this year's first Grand Galla, like the Grand Galloping Gala but more… larger, still fancy, is gonna be a pain.”

“Your not changing my mind on this you know that right?” Ben asked. “Also, that’s a lie and you know it about ‘High Society’ not doing illegal bullshit, cause hey guess what? Ninety percent of my worlds ‘Noble House’ was filled with a bunch of illegal shit.

“You’re world.” Zeke spoke up, clarifying. “DIfferent reflections, different lives, same people. In one reflection Tiara’s mom was loving, in mine she became the villain she is, in yours, she died buying her daughter some new dresses. Simple fact, when dealing with a Multiverse, everything is a possibility. And ruling one is the real challenge.”

“This all boils down to ‘how petty and childish will high society be, when this Gala is going to involve literally everyone in our new Kingdom’.” Ben pointed out. “This isn’t just a ‘High Society’ party, this Gala is going to involve everyone, from high society to the lower class. Or are we just going to ignore the trillions of people just for a select thousand?” Ben asked honestly.

“The Grand Gala on paper is just that, a High society event, but it’s more than that in execution.”

“All of our Pinkie’s are planning this, it’s not gonna just be ‘High Society’.” Ben interjected rather quickly.

“Which is why it’s not a party, it’s a test.”

“A test?” Ben asked.

“We have three reflections of Equestrian Nobels, but also Nobles from other worlds that are attending. In short how each interact and how each got to where they are is what is important. The guest list alone let us weed out over half of who actually deserved their nobility ranks and titles. The party itself will tell on if they should keep it. This will let us weed out the loyal from the back stabbers.”

“So let me wear normal shoes.” Ben started. “Cause the Definition of Nobility is, and I quote ‘The quality of being noble in character, mind, birth, or rank.’, so what would everyone think of people suddenly acting like children about something that means literally nothing in the grander scheme of things?” Ben asked honestly. “This test is looking for their state of Mind and their Character, am I correct?”

“Exactly. I guess a pair of sneakers will fit right in after all.” Zeke laughed.

“They won’t be bargain bin, they will be really nice shoes. At least my Rarity has been working in more shoe details, so they will be pretty good and comfy without them being either uncomfortable heels or field work boots and stuff like that.” Ben shrugged.

“Yeah. The best part about all of this is that once their Nobility is taken, a law within the Grand Crown makes it so we cease all funds, property and possessions from the former nobles, meaning they can’t do anything against us after the fact. This will affect thousands of people across a lot of worlds, and all three of our now fused reflections/realms. Of course, work and housing will be given so they can continue to make a living, but the life of nobility will be lost to them unless they can prove to the grand crown they are deserving of it again. Political backlash and public opinions will waver on this deeply. But nothing that won’t be sorted out after matters move onto this upcoming war.”

“This is kind of why I wanted to bring in the common folk, to show how Nobility actually works for the Common Man rather than the soul crushing expectations some Noble’s are under...or to those assholes that are backstabbers or worse.”

“Hmm… it would reveal more on their character and personality based on their reactions and interactions with them… smart thinking.”

“And all of this stemmed from me not wanting to wear heels.” Ben laughed.

“Heh, you always tangent off, but most of the time it pays off.”

“Most?” Ben asked honestly.

“Sometimes it just devolves into a rant that goes in circles… sorry, but that has happened.”

“I know, and this all just circled into me being right.” Ben giggled. “It feels great to be right sometimes.”

“Sometimes…” Zeke said. Once they were fully clothes they fixed up their shirt a bit. “I’m gonna go have that talk with Peccator now. You should meet up with the Rarities.”

“Alright.” Ben nodded. “And...maybe we can donate some fancy clothes to the specific people we’re inviting that aren’t of high society, if they either don’t have the money or proper attire or something along those lines.”

“I might have an idea for that. It’s best if the nobles see that as a surprise, catch them off guard and see what happens. Till then, I’ll see you at dinner.” Zeke said, leaving the room.

“See you at Dinner.” Ben said while heading off to find Rarities.