There was a torrential downpour the day after we arrived. The worst part is that it couldn’t be deterred. There had been a bit of a dry spell going on with cloud production and the city hadn’t had a good rain in weeks. I wanted to go a date with my wife and wife candidate but, c'est la vie. As I resigned to a mundane day of netflix (or more accurately movies from my laptop) and possibly no chill. Scoot didn’t seem disappointed in me but I felt like I had to prove that my interest in Angel went beyond physical. There was something deep inside that pulled me closer to her similar to how I felt when I first met Scoots. I’d have to have a professional, namely Lyra check my theory though. She was second in all her classes only to Twilight! For the meantime I decided to put my theory in the closet

As if on cue my two lovely ladies show up and cuddle next to me. Angel on my left and Scootaloo on my right. They both looked outside and sighed. “Mierda, there goes any chance of going out. That storm is bucking massive. At least the City’s getting all the rain it needed. From what I can tell they had been trying and failing to make decent storm clouds for weeks. It’s odd considering this is a port town.” Her words gave me a bad feeling. This storm has the makings of a damn hurricane!

“Sash, I need you.” My lovelies didn’t seem very happy with my sentence but oh well. Sash was standing in front of me within seconds. “I need to speak with a voodoo priest preferably of Zebra descent or training. Do you know of one. I would prefer Zecora but I will not drag her from the comfort of her home if not necessary”.

Sash immersed herself in thought. “The most prominent one is Nashi, she fits your criteria and has been known to ward off all kinds of bad juju. As you would say, she treads on the light side. I can set up a meeting but we’d need transport and I’m not sure what effect a talking human would have on her, boss.” I smiled the biggest smile I had since I got here. Sash had finally gotten used to just calling me boss and she had yielded results to my request. Somebody give this girl a cookie! Angel did just that and I realized I was screaming at the top of my mind. Sorry. Angel gave me a angelic smile and nuzzled her head to my chest.

“Set up a meeting with this Nashi, I’ll find us some way of transport. Sash you are dismissed.” Sash smiled grabbed a jacket and ran off. It was way too crazy out there for even her to fly. I take a look in my bag of holding and found my goretex jacket and pants. Now all need to do is pull my bike out my ass and I’m golden. Then I noticed something that I didn’t want to overuse. I had a key that could open a portal to any door I’m familiar with. I didn’t want to assume Carmen would be alright with me using Rootcore as a waystation though so I just went and asked her permission. I also had to clear something up.

As I entered the building, Carmen was having some fun with her tail. “In or out Hunter. Either way I’m finishing what I started oooh.” I took her invitation and watched as she masturbated with her tail. Please turn around, you have a nice ass but I wanna see it all. I forgot that when you enter you throw privacy out the window. Carmen flipped herself around and stepped it up a gear. I stood in awe as she was absolutely wrecking her poor pussy with that tail. As she lay there supine, tongue lolling and sex dripping. My manhood rose to the occasion in seconds and my mind was wondering what dragon pussy felt like. “If you want it, take it. I am quite lonely and no, I am not in season. You and Scootaloo were considering this anyway so come on.” But she wanted to do that with me. “Then grab her And no Angel is not on the menu. That girl is practically my daughter and would probably reel in disgust.”

As much as I didn’t want to look away, I went back and grabbed Scoots. Scootaloo wasn’t surprised by the sight before her eyes and was just as mesmerized as I was. Needless to say the three of us had some fun! I was personally curious if Scootaloo would be allowed entry now or was merely permitted out of Carmen’s horny state of mind. Either way, that was a problem for another day one turn to my back revealed my answer anyway. My wife was gone and most likely had her mind wiped of the experience. Miss nosey pants confirmed and beckoned me for more, which I gladly gave.

After the deed was done Carmen gave me the OK so I went and did that after about an hour of basking. “By the time you return, you'll have a workshop. It will still be apart of Rootcore but it is your domain where you may tinker as you please. However I ask that projects I request take priority.” That seems fair, sensei. I assume I'll be getting more lessons on harnessing my inner dragon. She was silent. That told me all I needed to know. My tutelage was on permanent hold until she gives me her name and I personify on command. A part of me was sad but nothing can be done about it. “That is of course until it can be. Now go, Hunter!”

Punch was slightly disappointed that I took my bike. But hey, I need it. Now that I have a place to work on things that’s not in plain view, I’ll have to make a transport vehicle. Something like a jeep or a hummer. Oh sweet Twilight!, I could even try to make a tumbler! Lyra, Punch, and I are so gonna nerd out! “Baby steps Hunter. Start with the Jeep. Then try your arrow-mobile. My dear Spartan Sniper.” I’m not a. I start then stop when I realize she’s right. I am indeed a Spartan. I laid down the basis for their training and oversaw their tech and weapons development and am responsible for assuring their way of life, merde! I grumble when Carmen giggles at my realization. I need to get Etheria on a conference call when I get some time. Working with my wife is one thing but working under or above her is a bad idea with a capital B. I bid Carmen adieu and ride out in all my mana powered wonder. Oyaji would be proud of what me and my friends had done with his bike.

I port back to the Garage for our suite and head back to the room surprised to find Scoot and all of the guards in full rig. I’ll have to get with the armory and help them make some sort of carbon nanofiber armor. The thick Spartan armor would just get in my way with my fighting style. Being a sniper striker combo makes weaving tucking and rolling important. I’ll see if Etheria wants any others trained in my fighting style later. “Da hell y'all be doin? Hope y’all be knowin ya ain’t gotta come right.” They just blinked and I was a little surprised at what dun came outta my mouth. Shit even in my thoughts.

“I’m just gonna assume you being here is causing your accent to slip. Happens to me too the closer I get to mexico.” My sweet orange latina chimed in and would be correct I guess. Imma have ta fix dis. Dis jus ain’t how I talk. Thought I had dat shit beat outta me. One shake of my head and I’m back to normal, in my thoughts at least. “Look I appreciate the sentiment. Really. But this was an appointment for me and me alone. If y’all still want to come then it’s gon be on standby outside. I don’t want to to spook a voodoo priestess by bringing a bunch of buff soldiers. Scoot as my wife you may come with me. Sash shall be mediating. Bonnet and Lace , stay with angel. Please keep her safe.while she ”

The girls give me the Spartan salute and sits next to angel who is not happy at being benched for this but she doesn’t have wife status yet. She put on a sour face but that’s what she gets for not respecting my privacy. Angel steps back and lowers her head in shame. I can see what looks like a tear forming. Don’t go getting soft on her just cause you’re banging her. Oh, so we’re in speaking terms at the moment. How about you give me your name? Yeah, not doing that until I deem you worthy of it. What our dear Teacher failed to mention is if I give it to you too soon our soul could burn out and this body would become a husk. Still feel like asking my name?She faded out Cheshire cat style toothy smile and all. How she did that in my mind, I do not know nor do I want to.

I come to my senses by the time we reach what I assume to be our destination. The fact that she took over without me noticing wasn't even a concern for me. She's part of me and wouldn't do anything to intentionally harm us or ours. My mouth drops and my heart skips a beat. I know that bayou...I know that mansion! “Sir we are about two miles off course. If you don’t mind me asking, why are we here?” It can’t be… I have to know.

“Girls, we’re making a detour. I have to go to that place. This is very important to me, Nashi can wait.” Scootaloo made a concerned look at me. “I’ll tell you when we get in...if I’m right.” Sash made a motion for me to get on but Scoot wasn’t having that and so I mounted my wife...no giggity involved. I may have kissed the nape of her neck while she was flying but she didn’t even flinch. Luckily enough it was more a glide than a flight to get to the point. The girls seemed weary of the mansion but Loo and I didn’t hesitate. Must be some local thing. They forced themselves to land after we did. They had a job to do after all.

The mansion itself was definitely a classic french design. Primarily black with hints of purple and a symbol most familiar to me. The bow of Sagittarius with a fleur as the arrowhead. Seeing my family crest has pretty much confirmed my suspicions but I still have to go in there, it could just be somepony’s cutie mark. The second I get to the door I am confronted with technology that doesn’t exist on the planet. “What is it, honey?” I give her a visual answer by waving at the door. Ten years may have passed but I’m still me so facial recognition on the cameras should kick in right about now. The girls look confused when the door opened so I pointed to the camera. “State of the art camera with facial recognition software.

Loo was giving me an “I'm waiting” look. Adorable as she is, I would rather not piss her off. “Remember how my house fell here with me? Well this is my ancestral home on my mother's end of the family. Come in and you'll see portraits of my family members. You'll even get to see a young me!” That was all Loo needed to hear to be in the door. She always was curious about my family. As promised portraits of my family were strewn across the mansion. I stopped at a specific photo to pay my respects to one of the strongest women I have ever known. A tear formed at my eye and Scoot wiped it away. She was actually worried about me. It’s time for me to keep a stiff upper lip. “That one over there is Lilly and my father. I hadn’t been born yet. You and I will have to take a portrait and have it displayed on the main foyer. It is tradition for the master of the household to have a portrait of them and their spouse.” By the time I finished that sentence, a genuine smile had adorned my face.

“You want to make this place our home? What about the castle?” My smile turned into a grin and I told her my plan. This land would serve as a housing for Spartans and be our home in the big easy. All I needed to do was to purchase the land properly which shouldn’t be a problem seeing how superstitious the people in the area were. I mean sure, some of those superstitions are warranted but this one was not. I grabbed Scoots’ necklace and pressed the gem. It took a second but Bonnet responded.

“How may I help you, Lord Hunter?” So prim and proper! I guess that’s bonnet for you.

“Bonnet, I need you to acquire the land on what I assume is still called Boniface Bayou. It is my ancestral home and I Will see it owned by its proper master which normally would be me but you’ll have to put it in Scootaloo's name since I’m a human and all. Take the appropriated amount of funds, overpay if you must but please get me this land. It is pivotal not only to me but to my…” I take a look at my wife “OUR vision for the future of the spartans. This land shall be the first Spartan outpost take your sister and Angel with you. Angel make sure they don’t scam us and Lace throw Scootaloo’s and if you must your family’s full weight on this matter. I will not lose this manor.” Both Scoot and dismissed her at the same time.

Scoots looked deep into my eyes. “We have an appointment to keep we gotta go meet Nashi, Hunter.” She said with the most softest and caring tone possible. She was right though I had made an arrangement to see a voodoo priestess and they do not like to be strung around.

“Actually I took the liberty of calling her. There was a working phone already. Nashi said she would make her way here since the storm had calmed down. I’ll need you to open the gate though boss” How long was I out in memory lane for her to make a fucking phone call and more importantly how did Sash make a fucking phone call? Sash handed me a note that was in Japanese so of course she couldn’t read it. It read.

Dear Hunter. This should be around the time you find your home. I have taken the liberty to link your phones up to a line (discreetly of course) I’m sure you and your Spartan techs can come up with a solution later but for now your home is slightly on the grid. The house is run on a solar and lunar gemtech system. DON’T FUCK WITH IT. WATASHI WA SHINKENDESU. The last part was written in blood.

“Hunter why do I smell your blood, mia more?” How in the fuck is a letter written in my blood and why does it smell fresh? Too many problems for one day Probably someone fucking with Starswirl's time spell. That time Twilight went to the past/future was hilarious. I said as much to my wife and we shrugged it off. I guess it was important that Nashi meet us here. “So papi, where’s the master bedroom?”

I grabbed her and ran upstairs while yelling “Welcome home girls. Claim a room and it’s yours so long as it doesn’t have a picture of me in it. That is my old room that I will be clearing out tonight we are checking out of that hotel as soon as the property clears which should be soon considering how ponies probs don’t want to deal with it anymore. With that said Scoots and I vigorously christened our new bedroom. She and I would most likely be spending months at a time here so we need to make it homey later on. The visitor must have put in an equestrian bed as well cuz that shit was the perfect softness. If I ever find this fucker I’m either gon’ deck em or kiss em. “Fuck that was great.” A little after our tussel, A boat containing two Spartans a human and a zebra arrived. Nashi’s address must be close to realitor’s or they had a fateful meeting either way they were in a boat sporting...Scootaloo’s cutie mark and my family crest how in the hell did they…? Nevermind it was probably the interlopers doing. I walked to the console to open the gate for the girls and our esteemed guest.

I considered using the wolf mask but then decided against it. Attempting to fool a voodoo priestess is never a good idea so I informed my wife (like a smart man) that I would just be me for this interview. Nashi stood taller than your average zebra or pony for that matter. She was nowhere near alicorn sized obviously but she was still rather large. Nashi was adorned with golden bangles and a bone necklace. Upon her back was a beautiful staff that was made out of what I assume to be dragon bone and to finish it off there was a skull atop the staff. The mare herself looked like...oh shit she looks like Zecora only a little darker in complexion. Her strips looked more like black and grey than black and white.

“Are you quite done eyeraping me, Hunter? Yes, I am aware of you. Your...interloper warned me of you. And before you ask, I cannot recall their appearance.” Well fuck a duck. Guess that would be too easy then huh? “Are you going to sit there and stare at my lovely tail or are we going to talk about this instance of bad voodoo? Also I believe your wife is glaring at you.”

Author's Note

Finally after ten thousand years I'm free! But seriously sorry it took me so long to post this I've had to deal with a lot of death in my family as of late and the desire to write was gone for a bit. But I'm back with the new Voodoo Child arc. I will try to have this on at least a bimonthly update (I do have other stories in desperate need of update but this is my most beloved one) Thank you for your time that is all