Nashi carried herself in a fabulous manner. She had an aura about her that screamed ‘I know my shit’ and quite frankly that’s what we needed. Since the subject known as the interloper told her of me that saved me some time. “Nashi, I suspect there's some bad juju going about the town I need your help to detect and destroy it before we have a hurricane worse than Katrina” Author: (Emphasis on the Kat.)

Nashi's eyes went big for a moment like she only half believed the information the interloper about me. It was more likely at the ramifications I was implying. Either way, this was some serious shit I was throwing down and it made Nashi think. “You think a dark shaman has appeared and using their arts for insidious reasons?” I gave her the affirmative. It was either that or more likely some fool that is playing with powers they couldn't possibly understand. Zecora often told me such tales and I took them to heart. We spent several hours talking about how to go about finding the source of this disturbance. What I came up with was a combination of shamanry and magic. Finding a capable unicorn was all that was left for me to do. I'm not going to be able to find a Twilight or Lyra and I'm not about to pull them into this. Time to call Etheria and get a mage over here.

A single phone call was all it took. “Ah, hunter. You need a mage in the Orleans? I shall find a capable mage for you but what do you require of them, my dear?” I respect Etheria too much to give her anything but the full explanation. By the time I was done repeating myself, I was awarded yet another gasp of horror. “I’ll expedite a mage’s deployment to your team. I’ll find the most capable mage I can find and teleport them to you. I’ll get Twilight to help me if I can’t do it myself, They will be yours to keep.” I also inform her that we acquired my ancestral property and the intended use I have for it. That gets an happy little giggle out of her. Here I am stating that I am not a Spartan yet I am clearly looking out for Spartan interest. There is no running away from the title I’m gonna be (discreetly) given amongst their number. Within three hours time I find a cute little Spartan Sorceress sitting in my lap and giving me a little grind. I or rather Scoot lets her finish her little tease since Etheria dropped her harmlessly on my dick on purpose. Why does she keep showering me in pussy. Not that I’m complaining.

I look at my wife who seems to be enjoying the show and I just full on fuck the cute little thing. She’s just eeping and squeaking while adorably backing that ass up on me. I had plenty of time to stare at her bountiful ass and peek that cutie mark. She was violently darker than Twilight and the mark she bore was what appeared to be a magic staff with some sort of crescent moon-shaped gem as the catalyst. As a matter of fact she was holding said saff in her front hooves. Etheria sent me a motherfucking Sorceress! Sorcerers use a catalyst to add to power and efficiency of spell casting. They say that even earth ponies or pegasi can be a sorcerer but the only clan with said knowledge was wiped out by Sunny la Fattass for picking the wrong side. Of course that’s what the books in all libraries save my own said. I had a journal of a clan member dating back no longer that two years prior to my arrival so I knew better.

I am so happy that Etheria reached out to find them. Having a member of the Darkmoon clan on my side would be an absolute godsend. Either way I had to finish her inauguration onto the team “Open your mouth and swallow every last drop. I’ll take it as your oath of loyalty to me.” The quadruplets looked a little jealous why would they...oh fuck I haven’t fucked them at all just had them make the standard fealty oath! Oops. Her wanting maw opened right up and my seed shot right into her mouth. Little cutie didn’t have enough cause she dove right in for more and we let her have it! That was by far the best head I’ve ever had and I think Loo knew it too. She looked like she was in deep thought on how to step her game up.

She looked straight at me, not Scootaloo. “I, Midnight Essence daughter of Moondrop Matriarch of the Darkmoon clan do hereby swear my heart body mind and soul to you my master Hunter. May this mark upon my very own cutie mark show that I AM UTTERLY YOURS. Everything I am now belongs to you. And before you ask This is not slave contract and cannot be undone master.” It was subtle but I could see my family crest within her cutie mark. She’s mine now and nothing can be done about it. Loo Raises an Eyebrow but I had a suspicion of what she was doing.

“I knew what I was doing. Do you think I’m an idiot that would fuck anything that walks. Your clan was in serious trouble of extinction and you just eternally bound yourself to me to concrete some sort of deal made with Etheria. Please don’t forget that I am her council as well as her friend and that I also have access to one of the oldest libraries in Equestria. I’ll treat you as a lesser herd member when we are not in mission. For those of you not in the know Nighty here just married herself to me in a way that binds her very soul to mine...forever. The Darkmoon clan are not mortals and this vow is basically marriage.” Nighty blushes and Angel and Loo get a little mad. “This was this Moondrop’s price for the clans aid in this and future matters, I presume?” She nods her head.

“Yes, mas…” I look at her intensely. “Darling this is a political marriage to ensure the safety of our clan from the celestial sisters. Before you ask how that works, Scootaloo. Etheria has officially Adopted you making you a princes as well as her chevalier. They will address me as your wife should the question be asked until a point in time that Hunter be made public.” Wow they thought of everything, huh? Nighty goes on to state that she was briefed on thee matter at hand and would start working on a detection spell as soon as I gave her a room. I knew what room she was getting the instant she started the ceremony. I’ll throw her in my aunt’s old room. It’s big enough that she can make the adjoining room into a lab and close enough that she can drop in if she’s feeling lonely. Loo accepted the political marriage but Angel seemed a wee bit pissed. Well it ain’t like she’s got say in the matter anyway. Love the girl but she needs to get used to the fact that she’ll have to share me with others if she ever wants to be in charge of the human end of this tribe.

I walk Nighty to her new home away from Ponyville. “This is your abode my dear. We’ll make it more...homey later right now i need you to get working if there’s anything you need for the magic end of your task give bonnet and lace a holler ok?” She nodded and started writing herself a list of things needed for the project. Needless to say, Sash and Bonnet fired up the airboat and they were gone for the market with Nighty in hoof. Once they were gone, Loo and Angel gave me a look.

“So Etheria is my mother now. Being named a princess is going to be a pain. The girls lost it when I was name Chevalier and war hero. Now they’re really gonna go loco! As for this little arrangement. I know that it had to happen to get the clan’s help. I’m not mad that she is in the herd nor that she got in so easily but I think Angel might have a problem with it and if she does... “ Loo inhales “She needs to grow the fuck up!” She says in spanish and I say in Japanese. The language barrier doesn’t really matter when you have someone Invading your mind. Both Loo and I looked at one another. Good Angel wasn’t violating our minds. Hopefully by the end of this trip she’ll have matured enough to take the position that’s in front of her.

The girls and Nashii managed to make it back before the storm hit again. This one was bad enough that I had to put the house into hazzard mode. The girls all whistled at that feature and I merely smiled in victory. Told ya dat would come in handy baa chan. Preppers one naysayers none. Due to the state of the storm Nighty cast an AOE spell that would work as a lightning barrier that attached itself to the runed poles that we all had set up across the property and manor propper.

Believe it or not the shape made was a pentagon centered at the manor. “Imma guess that’s for protection against more than lightning. Nighty dear” She blushed at the name but showed no sign of not liking it. Loo was smirking her happy little smirk. Either she’s planing her fun with Nighty or she’s giggling at my name for her. Hard to believe that the cute little thing in front of us is at least as powerful as an archmage of the tower. I can see why Celestia wanted to crush them and by all that I can tell thought that she did. I want to be there for the reveal I think Mother in law already knows that though.

Nashi approached me in full shamans dress. She wore glorious red cloak adorned with gold and a mark that was stunningly familiar. “Who are you to Zecora? That is the mark of her School. I’m gonna assume you have some familal relation due to looks.”

Nashi shook her head in approval. I am her mother. And before you ask I had her young and rhyming is her curse not mine. I won’t bother you with detail you already know but my curse is to never see her again.” Zecora’s father did something beyond stupid and of course was killed for allowing himself to be a vessel for such an evil being. Nashi and Zecora were forced to kill him but before they could give him peace the demon gave them two sets of curses one of which matched The two mother and daughter pair were now eternal but they could never be toghter for long without causing great pain for each other. Zecora’s minor curse was the rhyming thing (which is beautiful when she reaches orgasm) and Nashi A major Curse. Should she give birth that child would have the worst luck. It would share a less version of curse but she would never be allowed to lay eyes on it after birth or it would perish. Zecora told me this story one night but never told me her mother’s name or her whereabouts.

“Would you like me to inform Zecora that you’re doing well for yourself since apparently the two of you can’t even pick up a damn phone or write one another?” She glared at me. “Really holy shit that demon was dick! Look, I’ll drop her a line on your well being and since I’m setting up shop here I’d like to offer you a job as the Spartan Shaman. I would assume that the Darkmoon clan doesn’t dabble in voodoo?” Nighty shook her head no and I reached my hand out to Nashi. “Should we survive this shit you’ve got a job and a home here. I hear your hut has seen better days if there’s anything of personal value there we can retrieve it at once.”

“That boat is my home Sir Hunter.” My eyes go wide. “I shall take you up on your off...ah!” I give her a hug to end all hugs

“Pick a room that isn’t taken and it’s yours. I’ll drop Zecora a line and let her know she’s not welcome in New Orleans. We’ll take care of your loyalty oath later. Bigger fish to fry.” Nashi nodded her head and handed Nighty a bottle of clear liquid. I’m assuming to have been imbued with pure good juju. NIghty had been working on a type of scrying spell that would deliver the alchemic properties of Nashi’s potion and make it airborne so it could either find and tag the problem and make it visible to only us or outright fix the problem and tag the fool who we would either be imprisoning or outright murdering. The royal guard was stretched so thin here that all that was needed was for the Spartans to have one big win to lay claim to the big easy and I would deliver that win for no one fucks with MY city and gets away with it.

Nighty starts to incant and her eyes go black and she starts levitating. All the while her horn and staff are glowing. The fact that Nighty was an actual unicorn and therefore was more attune to spellwork gave her a bit of an advantage and apparently marked her as a trophy to have for everyone in the clan who thought themselves worthy. Giving her to me to wed for the good of the clan eliminated that issue. Moondrop is one spart little witch. Incantations can take a while but they are superior by far to standard unicorn magic.

Another reason why Sunny la Fattass saw to their destruction. Believe it or not Humans created this version of magic and used it quite well before Bitchlestia killed all human Spellcasters in their sleep and practically enslaved all ponies that carried the knowledge. This however was about three years prior to the Nightmare uprising and fifty before her banishing. Celestia likes to paint herself the hero in that story. Newsflash, she ain’t. It was her evils that broke poor little Luna enough in mind and soul for the Nightmare to ensue. Amongst the human sorcerers slain was their leader and her lover...Merlin. I wonder how often Luna reminds Celestia of her evils. She can say she did it for her little ponies. Which she did but I don’t think the humans were going to betray them. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use this form of magic since I’m in no way shape or form magical. The dragon soul think is a ki thing I believe. Either way, I digress.

By the time she was done incanting. I think she chained multiple spells together. The liquid was out of the bottle and had become what appears (to us at least) to be a purple mist. Jet black mare with red eyes wearing a badass red cloak with gold lining and she’s got acute fizzly purple fucking aura. I was desperately trying not to laugh at my bride and I succeeded but Loo could see the laughter in my eyes and she was doing the same thing. Angel on the other hand was not so subtle and broke out laughing. The mist went to work while Nash and NIghty meditated and I assumed melded minds to keep a voodoo and arch spell working. By the look of things it was mostly Nighty doing the work while Nashi eased her load by keeping centered and calm.

It’s close to midnight and the rest have nodded off but I remained vigilant along with Sash should Nighty or Nashi require assistance. “Got it! It would appear that some idiot disturbed a tomb of someone of untold power and the spirit is enraged. I have calmed the it for now but you must make haste and find the thief at once! Either return the relic or kill the thief either shall work to calm the spirit. Yeah, I don’t care how bad this guy fucked up. I ain’t delivering him to a afterlife of suffering to appease some asshole that took it out on everyone.

“Nashi we’ll get the relic but you are going to fucking exorcise this prick! I will not have some ghost threatening all life in the city over some stupid fucking relic!” She informs me that she can do that and we (combat trained personnel) get moving. I put on the wolf mask as soon as we get moving I don’t have time to explain a talking human or have Loo speak for me. This is my op and I’m taking fucking lead! Thanks to Midnight’s spell tracking the idiot thief and the relic (that he thankfully still had) was child's play. Apparently the relic actually belonged to his family and was an urn containing the ashes of his mother. The spirit was madly in love with her when he was alive I guess and stole it and killed himself.

I noticed a.. Damn that’s a high quality magic gem adorning the urn. I explain what his counter thievery has caused and that I had a shaman and a arch spell caster on the job to deal with that fucking asshole “Is that Gem worth anything to you at all? He said no. “I need the urn for now but shall return it when we are done dealing with this asshole. I’ll take the gem off the urn as payment for my people vouching for you with the guard and making sure nobody comes for your head. Don’t worry the Celestial guard won’t be in charge much longer the Spartans are in town and will be able to better equip the guard to protect its citizens.” He ask for my name as I leave and i tell him. “Link. I work with soon to be crowned princess and current Chevalier Scootaloo and her team of Spartans.”

Loo was seen in the background. “Spartans! We have what we came for. Move out! You can get your urn back at Boniface Bayou in a few days when the weather finally clears up. Also, you should have gotten some magical or spiritual help before you took it back you fool!” WIth that we were officially out of that piece and forcibly gave peace to the spirit that caused this mess. The gate to Tartarus actually opened for this fucker. That tells us that he was not at all pleasant in whilst living. The dude came to pick up the urn that now had a different gem on it since the old one was now apart of Midnight’s staff which had curved around the gem to make it float within the center. The old crystal now fused into the staff. Adding the gem must’ve increased the tier of the staff epically. Dude’s name was Lafayette Bon Temps he was a Hippogriff that owned few business around which were failing due to the curse.

Due to this he offered me a lot of property in the area that I just told him do give discounts to Spartans on since he’d be paying Loo and I taxes. I’ll have to inform him later if he can keep his mouth shut that is. Oddly enough those businesses were in a mostly abandoned area that I knew as Bourbon Street. That’s one more problem dealt with in the big easy. Now all we gotta do is integrate the Spartans into the town which shouldn’t be hard since tales of Lady then but princess now Scootaloo and her valiant team Lead by LInk the Shadow Wolf had been regaled across the town. Tia begrudgingly relinquished her hold on the town she barely cared for anyway to Etheria made it the fiefdom of Scootaloo and by extension myself. It wasn’t my intention to become the Lord of New Orleans but laissez le bon temps rouler!

Author's Note

Another one down. For all those curious Midnight's outfit was inspired by Megumin from Konosuba. Almost done with the arch Y'all then back to the present for some shenanigans!