(New chapter yay, One change at a time is next.Tell me if you find any mistakes yeah, I feel like I missed something)

The bubbly clone rapidly bounced in place.

I watched as she gazed around the street, dressed in a set of Lyra’s clothes, tugging on my shirt.

Did I mention how energetic the clone, er, Coco was?

I watched in amusement as the young woman pointed, bounced, and laughed at all the colorful sights as we made our way to Rarity’s store/house.

Tugging her by her arm I lead her towards the tailor's boutique waving to Pinky as she zoomed off to do...Pinky stuff.

I gave up understanding her a while ago...

Shrugging I located the white mare’s boutique, or I suppose I was forced to, the white/blue/pink/purple/gold/orange building stood out for reasons I’m sure I don’t need to explain.

I rapped my knuckles against the door sharply, chuckling at the small ‘eep’ and rushing down the stairs. I waved to Rarity as she opened the door, a split second before being tackle/hugged by Coco, somehow barely staying on her hooves.

“Hi Rarity!” the clone beamed at her giggling when the white mare reached up and ruffled her hair.

“Why hello darling, always a pleasure to see you.” Rarity came out in a flowing blue dress, fit for someone of her profession I suppose. She smiled at the smaller Matari, waving at me with her other hoof, to which I nodded.

“Yo, Marshmallow, need a new suit and I heard you’re the mare to come to.” I said remembering why we were here.

“Marshmallow?” The purplet rose a dainty brow at the word.

“Thinking up nicknames for everyone, yours is marshmallow.” I said nodding contently.

Rarity crossed her arms under her bountiful chest, a confused look on her face, before shrugging and changing topic.

“Well darling I’m going to need you to stand over here while I measure you.” She smiled as she waved to a round stand.

“I could just give you my me-”I was cut off by a blue hue lifting me into the air, much to Coco’s amusement and my lack there of.

I was content to continue staring at the white mare with an annoyed look on my face, while Coco clapped at the show. I touched down on the stand, smoothing out my magicly ruffled clothing while rolling my eyes.

Rarity then turned her attention to her tools of trade, measuring tapes, threads and the like. I lifted one arm to start her off with, watching as the tape floated into place starting from my shoulder and lengthening down my arm.

“About your magic.” I poked noticing her furry ears flip upwards in response. “You seem to have a finer control over it than what I've seen from others, were you in the military?” I didn't really know much about Rarity so I was mildly interested.

I got a melodious laugh as a response, the mare smiling as she wrapped the tape around my bicep.

“Oh no dear, I’ve never served in the royal guard.” She paused to fit the tape to my shoulders. “My magic is the product of hard work and years of practice.” she hummed mirthfully as if amused by my question. Shaking her head she went back to her work.

“Oh , oh, oh, can I do that?” Coco asked with stars in her eyes.

“...Um, no dear only ponies with horns can use magic like this.”Rarity answered looking apologetically at the woman as she fastened the tape around my waist. Making Coco pout in disappointment.

Actually...if I got a hold of their dna, would it be possible? The things our soldiers would be able to do if they could use magic, it would give us a massive edge on the battlefield.

Just think about it! Magicly tossing grenades to someone’s feet, shooting guns around corners, placing explosives without getting close. Ohhhh, that would be so useful. Although I get called a demon enough already without the horns....

Alas I can’t do anything without equipment, where’s that damn Gallente egger when you need her?

“Oi, Rarity!” I was forced out of my train of thought by the mare’s hoof running down the inside of my leg in an effort to get me to spread them farther apart. “Bit close to my junk there girl.” I stated.

“Oh don’t be such a child darling.” She scoffed at me, fixing the tape ag-wait a second.

“Coco…” I ventured, it couldn’t be, right?

“Yes darling?” Oh my...

“Ohhh, that’s not good…” This entire time I thought Coco had reminded me of someone, I had thought it was me, but it was Marshmellow the whole time.

“Rarity, those clothes you made for me before, did you use magic to make them?”

“Don’t be silly darling you can’t just make clothes from magic.” Oh thank you. “I did use magic to do the cut and stitching though.” She flipped her hair away from her face as she spoke.

And the shirt that I had been wearing under my armor when I got hit by that ball Coco was made by Rarity, and it had her magic on it, why would a magic item react to someone with zero magic. Coco is taller than Rarity but has the same build, she’s got the same hair it’s just not curled, I mean it’s my color hair but still, and even the way they speak is the same. So Coco is…

“All done darling!” Rarity cheered, nearly skipping away as I was thinking about how to tell her what I had just found out.

“Well darling here’s your new tuxedo.” Rarity sang brightly as she brought out the finished product.

“Wait how the fuck did you do that so fast?” Wait, no, not important right now. “Coco, go into that room, I need to talk to Rarity privately.” I ordered pointing to a random room.

“...Is it a love confession?” She asked eyes narrowed, making Marshmallow blush, and me roll my eyes.

“No, now go.” I grunted when the clone skipped away, looking back at Rarity.

“Darling I am flattered, I really am, b-but we haven’t kno-” I put one finger to her mouth to shut her up for the moment. Grabbing her shoulders I stared her dead in the eyes.

“Rarity, this is very serious, and I need you to listen and answer carefully ok?” I’m realizing I have no plan...ah fuck it what’s she gonna do kill me?

“Alright, so Coco’s a clone of me, wait did I mention that to you guys yesterday?” The look on her face says no, “Well she’s a clone, and I noticed she acts a lot like you do, how long does magic stay on something after it’s touched it?” I asked seriously.

“W-well a few days, maybe a week?” She stammered out looking to the side thoughtful.

“Rarity, I may be wrong, but I think when Coco was made she took traits from both of us.” Mare damn near snapped her neck when she focused back on me, and then….she fainted.

I’m not joking, she’s just passed the fuck out.

“Oi, Marshmallow!” I shook her a few times waking her up.

“What happened to Rarity?” Coco asked popping up behind me, and Rarity is out again, sighing I shook the mare a second time.

“Marshmallow!” I yelled, the white mare waking up again. She blinked a few times before finding her footing. Detaching herself from me and pacing on the spot.

“How could this happen, I’m too young to be a mother, Victor how could you do this to me?” She pouted in my direction.

“Yes because I made a magical clone just to mess with you, I’m immortal not omnipotent…..” How was this my fault exactly? Well I did touch the orb, but that’s besides the point!

“She’s a clone, not your daughter, calm down…” I’m not the best at genetics but I’m fairly sure she’s more her far removed cousin or something.

I rolled my eyes as Coco tucked herself under my arm for head pats, completely ignoring the conversation and s'mores’ meltdown.

Get it, Marshmallow, meltdown, s’mores? Ah forget it...

“Look, Rarity, we can’t change what’s already done.” I said stroking Coco’s hair gently, the younger immortal nearly purring under my palm.

“...Right, you’re right darling.” Rarity said slowly, looking up at the woman snuggling into my chest blankly.

“Hmm, explains why she seems to like you more than everyone else.” I noted as Coco pulled off me.

“Everyone except you darling!” The half clone of me beamed up at my face.

“Rarity is there something you want to tell me?” I looked at the white mare with a raised brow.

“I-I-I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about!” She denied violently.

“Well I mean she acts more like you than me and she does seem rather attached…” I’m just saying.

“You can join the harem if you want.” Coco chimed in happy.

“Harem?” Rarity questioned warily.

“Herd.” I clarified, how weird is that anyway, I think I prefer harem honestly.

“No, no!” She denied yet again, shaking her head, her curly hair swaying.

“...Wow, um, that kinda hurt.” I said playfully. “I'm not that ugly am I?” I know that not all women are into the scarred veteran look but damn that's kinda mean…

“Mr.Victor we have only known each other for a short time, I do not believe it would be proper for us to pursue such a-” She was cut off by the sound of someone coming down the stairs, soon I was greeted with the sight of a little Rarity clutching a little pillow.

The little mini marshmallow yawned before she saw us there, eyes snapping open in mute surprise.

“Um, hi…” She drawled out uncomfortable.

“Hello darling/Hello darling.” Both Woman and Mare replied at the same time, in the same voice…

The little marshmallow looked like she was having an existential crisis, I laughed, I shouldn’t have but since when am I known for doing the smart thing?

“Oh my Faust there are two of them...” The little Rarity whispered, my enhanced hearing picking it up, I just laughed even harder.

“Who’s the little you, sugar plum, I thought you didn't have kids?” I asked sweetly batting my eyelashes at the mare.

“First of all darling, don’t call me that, second of all this is my lovely little sister Sweetie Belle.” She waved a hoof at the filly.

“Well a pleasure to meet you little lady.” I held out a hand, only to have her grab onto it and gaze at it in wonder, fantastic it’s Lyra all over again.

Who ever thought my hands would be interesting to someone, most people I meet try to stay as far away from my hands as possible, although that may be the whole ‘member of the best hand to hand combat specialist in the galaxy’ thing going on.

Let’s be honest, as deadly as the Nova Knives are, I don’t exactly need them to kill people. Speaking of killing people, I need to take Coco into them woods to see how good she is.

Also this has nothing to do with wanting to see how a grenade blows up a manticore.

Anyway I’ve gone off topic, the little Rarity, er Sweetie Belle. She’s more or less that, she’s just a four foot not legal Rarity with pink in her mane. Who is also much shorter.

Also she hasn't let go of my hand yet, and I’ll admit that’s starting to annoy me. Coco has hands too damn it!

“Ah.” The little Rarity, and yes I’ll keep calling her that, pouted as I drew my hand away. Looking at my face now as I brushed one of my dreads away. Did I ever mention how naked I feel without my armor on?

“Darling?” A voice spoke out.

“Yeah Coco?” I answered turning to, Rarity?

“Oh that is gonna mess everyone up…” I noted monotone as the Mare giggled slipping a bag with my clothes in them onto my forearm.

“Young Coco has just ran out of the boutique darling.” She smiled a-wait what?

I spun around to see an open door where one assault class should have been, oh suck my dick and call it a Maelstrom.

“How the hell did I miss an assault leaving the room?” I’m legitimately ashamed and embarrassed, I'm a Minja dammit, I do the sneaky shit! My mentor would put her boot up my ass for this.

“Better get running darling, who knows what trouble she could get in?” Rarity fretted, screw what trouble she could get in, I’m sure anyone who starts trouble with her will die in bloody and interesting ways. I’m worried about the BS Celestia is gonna chew me out for!

I booked it, waving at the two white sisters.(man that sounds bad)

“See ya Marshmallow, see ya little Marshmallow!” I yelled out over my shoulder ignoring the sound of ‘it’s Sweetie Belle’ as I zoomed down the street.

I dipped and dodged past mares and the occasional stallion. Thinking of the routes I knew and where Coco could have likely ended up. Knowing her she would end up somewhere with a lot of activity right?

I made a right turn towards the park, at this time of day it was nearly empty, and as soon as I got there I was intercepted by a brown and white missile. Grunting as I was tossed to my back I silently thanked the science teams, once again, for reinforcing my ribs.

I looked to the side to find a giggling Coco, pointing at my misfortune in enjoyment, maybe she takes after me more than i thought…

I looked at what, or rather who, had crashed into me.

“Sup ya dweeb?” A cheeky bitch asked from on my chest.

“Got a nice view of your tits from here.” I snarked back, grinning, before kneeing the griffin bitch off of me.

“Oh, it’s just Victor.” Rainbow Dash said bored as she touched down next to Coco.

“I’m fine by the way.” I said picking a feather out of my clothes.

“Oh stop darling, the worst thing that could've happened is that she’d snap your spine or something.” Coco your face and what you’re saying seriously don’t match.

“Found your marefriend by the way.” Rainbow jerked her head towards the woman as I kipped up, reaching down to drag feather tits up afterwards.

“My dashing knight.” She swooned sarcastically, I rolled my eyes and swept her paws out from under her, chuckling as she landed on her fat ass.

“Aren't you two supposed to be getting along now?” Rainbow sighed.

“Not now, not ever.” We both spoke as one. The only thing we agree on it seems.

This got another laugh out of Coco, who I’m starting to think inhaled happy gas before she came out today. I glanced down at Gilda tugging at my shirt with her talons, before holding both arms up at me with a pout. I thought about kicking her in the face briefly, before grabbing her under her arms and pulling her up, not to her feet like she was expecting though, up into the air.

“Who’s a good feather tits, you are, yes you are.” I cooed mockingly at the griffin, dropping her as she went for the face with those sharp talons of hers. Not sure if they’re sharp enough to take my eyes out, but I’ve spent enough time without my eyes to know it ain’t fun.

“Aww, look at you two getting along.” Rainbow teased from beside Coco, who was looking at her wings curiously.

“Actually Coco, you have a good idea.” I felt the light bulb go off in my head.

“Huh?” She looks confused as I patted her on the head.

“Turn around feather tits, I’m curious, wanna see your wings.” I got a scoff in return.

“And why would I do any-” She was cut off as I spun her around.

“I swear I gotta treat this bitch like a kid, Dash, get over here.” She at least was cooperative, jogging towards us and standing next to her friend.

“Hmm.” I hummed as I looked closer to the two pairs of wings. Did you know they have backless tops, I mean it makes sense but I never thought about it ya know?

Both girls were rather fit, made me wonder if someone like Fluttershy would have a harder time flying being less active and junk. Could see the difference between the two species as well, with Gilda having larger wings than Dash. The Griffin was also more heavily built than her friend. The best comparison I could make between them would be the difference between a Gallente dropship, and a Caldari dopship.

With my limited knowledge natural flight I could tell the smaller mare was built for manoeuvrability and speed, but was a bit of a glass cannon, like a typical Caldari dropship design. While the fairly larger griffin would be able to take more hits and keep flying, while being able to keep it up for long periods of time, not to mention her weight and large wings would make diving and gliding far better for her.

Then again we’re talking about a world where there’s magic and shit so I may have to throw that whole physics thing out the window...

I grabbed Gilda’s wings, stretching them out to their full size, getting no more than a grunt in response, gliding my palms over the feathers gently. Then Dashes wings in turn, ghosting my fingertips down the length of her wing to the base circling the joint and surrounding muscle.

I’ll admit she startled me when her back tensed. The other wing opened up violently, both wings snapping upwards with a ‘poomf’ sound, one smacking Gilda in the jaw on it’s way up. I was confused as to what the hell she was doing until said Griffin started laughing her ass off.

“T-they’re sensitive.” I never thought I'd ever hear Rainbow dash stutter, but here it is, in my focus I’d missed the pegasuses’ breathing getting heavier, her wings were jutting out to their full spread now.

“Interesting, so your wings can also be used for pleasure.” I nodded, it makes sense that they’d be sensitive, they need to feel the change in the wind currents right?

Raibow groaned in embarrassment as I shifted her wings again, or pleasure, who knows.

“Haha guess you’re not so-” Gilda was cut off my my hand squeezing her breast from behind, her wings snapping open a second later.

“What was that?” I chuckled over her shoulder of the now embarrassed griffin squeezing a couple more times.

“Can I try?” Coco, forgot about her, asked Dash hopefully. Pouting when said mare covered her blue chest.

“You have your own to play with.” I noted, nodding to her own.

"It's not the same though..." she wined, can't say she's wrong either.

“When are you gonna stop fondling my tits?” Gilda asked tapping her paw against the ground.

“...When they stop being so soft and bouncy I guess?” I answered cheerfully, jiggling said heavy funbags.

“You have fun dweeb, I’ll get you back for this later.” I can feel the gears turning in her head, well actually I’m feeling these super soft titties.

“You know if you were a little less bitchy you’d make more friends?”

“You mean you’d squeeze my tits more often?” She responded.

“Let’s be honest Imma do this anyway…” I nodded sagely, boob in each hand.

“I wanna touch!” Coco pouted reaching out to the griffin, I shrugged and stepped out of the way as Coco tackled the half bird chick.(ha)

“Anyway Dash, thanks for finding Coco, what you guys doing here anyway?” I tilted my head, chuckling as she forced her wings against her back.

“We were racing, I was showing Gilda I'm still the best flyer in Equestria!” She pointed a hoof to herself smirking, she’s got a good recovery time that’s for sure.

I thought for a moment.

“Hey Rainbow, are unicorns the only ones of your kind to use magic?” She groaned at the question.

“If you want a lesson the eggheads’ house is that way.” She jerked her rainbow head towards Twilights’ library.

“Not looking to get lectured for two hours, then have to answer her questions.” I admitted, sheepishly rubbing the back of my head.

“Well technically all ponies use magic, earth ponies are stronger, pegasi can walk on clouds and control the weather.”

“Wait, wait, wait, you control the weather?” I blinked at her. “I call bull on that one.” I folded my arms, looking to the sky as she suddenly shot upwards.

She circled one of the clouds, actually grabbing it and moving it above me, before kicking it making heavy rain shower down on me.

“....Fuck you Rainbow.” I could hear Gilda laughing behind me as Dash touched down with a triumphant look on her face.

“You were looking a little hot there Vic.” She said innocently, smiling.

Or she was until I stepped out of the rain arms open.

“Hey Dash, we’re good friends right, give ol Victor a hug….” I said walking towards her slowly.

“Uh, no that’s ok, I’m good Vic.” She said backing up, then running, an immortal hot on her heels.

“You can’t outrun me bitch, accept my loving hugs!” I yelled after the blue mare.

She didn't get far, she’s fast sure, but I'm a Minja. Not to mention I don’t have my armor on which means I'm even faster, if not as strong due to missing the serum in my suit. She yelled as I tacked her, pressing her against my wet shirt, hooking my drenched arms around her midsection.

“Hahahahahahahaha!” I laughed like a madman, a very wet Rainbow dash in my arms, her wings now soggy against my shirt as I dragged her back to the others.

The annoyed mare grumbled as sweet karma was done upon her, scowling as I pressed my chin atop her head, before letting her go.

“Hey, Vic.” She said suddenly, a look of curiosity on her face.

“Yessss?” I tilted my head.

“What’s being immortal like?” She shuffled her wings, shaking water from them.

“It’s horrible, a curse I wouldn't wish on anyone.” I answered solemnly, you wouldn't imagine how many times I get asked this.

“But you’re so bad flank, you’re strong, fast, and you can never die!” Gilda spoke up, dragging Coco with her.

“There’s a difference between not being able to die and not staying dead, feather tits.” I said cracking my neck sighing slightly.

“Urg I’ve already had this conversation with Fluttershy.” I really don’t feel like repeating myself.

“Oh come on, you’re like some kind of super soldier, what the griffin army would give to have even one of you!” Wait a second.

“You know Rainbow I know I told you about the whole immortal thing, but I’d think you’d know not to tell everyone...” I gave her a look as she rubbed the back of her head with a wing.

“She’s my best friend ya know…” she admitted looking embarrassed and hopping from hoof to hoof.

“Right, well it’s not as awesome as it sounds trust me when I say it's not a joy ride.” I chuckled darkly as Coco runs after some insect in the distance.

“Ah, come on don’t be so lame doofus, what I would give to be like you!” Gilda smirked at me.

“Well when the time comes I guess I’ll be the one to curse you then girl.” She flinched back at my dead tone slightly, before looking up at me defiantly.

I smiled, she reminded me of myself honestly. More than even Coco did, which is odd considering what she actually is.

On that thought what do you call a clone of a clone, a cloned clone, a clone mk2, or a double clone?

I was brought out of my musing by Gilda waving her talons in front of my face, I grunted before batting the offending limb away, looking at the feline/bird woman.

"If you're done talking to the voices in your head take your buck buddy and go somewhere so we can finish." She snarked at me.

Thinking for a moment I reached out, taking the griffin by the shirt and placing her under the still poring cloud. Laughing like a lunatic as I threw Coco over my shoulder and left the fuming bird bitch and her friend, the clone waving back to them as I made my escape.

Author's Note

Call sign: Victor, Clone number 7,674

Age: 200+

Birthday: Unknown

General physical description: Tall, with dreadlocks and a scar over the left eye. Exact hight and weight changes depending on what class he's using at the time.

Homeworld: Unknown

Type of home: Lives wherever he's been deployed, if not deployed in whatever base his personal squadron is in.

Relationship status: Single

Current family: Mother, still alive and currently an immortal.

Father’s name, background, and occupation: Deceased Soldier, name unavailable.

Mother’s name, background, and occupation: Silvia, an ex republic soldier that retired to raise her first born son after a number of miscarries. Has since become an immortal and rejoined the ranks.

Brothers and sisters: None

Position in family:Only son

Family relationships: Extremely close to mother since father died, messing with her is a good way to get brutally murdered.

Family background (parents, previous marriages, etc.): Raised mostly by his mother as a single child, as his father spent most of his time deployed on battlefields as a republic soldier, he would follow in his father's footsteps after his death.

Friends: Wanger, like a brother to him, have been through more together than entire platoons have. Jillian (?) the psycho bitch he's stuck with and wouldn't change for anything.

Other close relationships: Coco, a clone created by magic. Curious about her but sees her mostly as a ditz, wary of her destructive potential and her likely immortal. Wanger's daughter Alicia, sees and treats as niece.

Relationship with men: Indifferent most of the time, generally only spoken to if on the battlefield, if under his command, or to gain information. Otherwise ignored the majority of the time.

Relationship with women: Finally wary of them due to (many) fatal incidents in the past. Will speak to them more freely then men, though mostly to annoy them.

Job: Soldier, Assassin, Spy, Commander, Interrogation specialist.

Dress style: Like most Immortals prefers to be in full armor the majority of the time.

Religion: None

Attitude to religion: Annoyance

Favourite pastimes: When not deployed: Virtual training simulations, movies.

Hobbies: Movies, games, rock climbing.

Favourite sports: Does hand to hand combat count?

Favourite foods: Anything with cheese.

Strongest positive personality trait: Protective of friends and children.

Strongest negative personality trait: Sadistic when angered. Also a pervert.

Sense of humor: Sarcastic and crude.

Temper:Calm, most of the time. Bored if left alone for too long.

Consideration for others: Will help unconditionally if children, has gotten him into trouble a few times, if an adult will depend on whether or not he likes you or not.

How other people see him/her: A sarcastic pervert, threat, abomination against nature.

Opinion of him/herself: Monster

Other traits, especially those to be brought out in story: Surprisingly gentle with children.

Ambitions: To serve his republic at the moment, no long term goals.

Influential person or event:Father, and his death.

Philosophy of life: A knight in shining armor has not had his metal truly tested.

Most important thing to know about this character: Not as happy go lucky as he appears.

Enemies: Anyone he's ordered to shoot, slavers.

Leader or follower: Both, part of being in the military. Generally the one giving orders.

If your character has a job, is he or she good at it? Does he or she like it? Republic soldier, enjoys it as much as any other immortal.

What are your character's bad habits?: Being a massive pervert, telling bad jokes.

If you asked about his or her greatest dream, what would your character tell you?: He wants to kill as many slavers as he can, bury them. Then destroy the graves with an orbital bombardment.

What's a secret dream that he or she wouldn't tell you about?: Secretly wants a family of his own.

What kind of person does your character wish he or she could be? What is stopping him or her?: Wants to be a loving father, afraid of the consequence of even trying.

What is your character afraid of? What keeps him or her up at night? Memories of the past and what he's done in his long life, also that whoever he falls in love with will refuse to become an immortal and he will have to watch her die as he stays frozen in time. And that he won't be able to raise children properly like his mother did him due to being so jaded.

What does your character think is his or her worst quality?: Being an immortal.

What do other people think your character's worst quality is?: Being an Immortal, or being a pervert.

What is a talent your character thinks he or she has but is very wrong about?: He thinks he's funny.

Who was his or her first love?: A young Sebiestor girl he met during his teenage years, left her to join the military forces, likely died of old age by now.

What's the most terrible thing that ever happened to him/her?: Becoming an immortal.

What was his/her dream growing up? Did he/she achieve this dream? If so, in what ways was it not what the character expected?: He wanted to become a soldier like his father, he succeeded and was proud of it, then became an immortal soldier and immediately regretted it.

In what situation would your character become violent?: On the battlefield. Any situation where slavers are involved, or the abuse of children.

In what situation would your character act heroic?: Protecting children.