Arabian Swindler

A full week, and a few days. That was all it took for the effects of the situation to become noticeable by the entire group of Scar’s. There was a shiftling that was dating their good doctor, and said good doctor seemed more than happy about it. It was quite a shock at first, and even more when Katty would come for him, and spend a large majority of the day with him. Things seemed to include: Work, talking, eating, cuddling, learning, teaching, and most recently, grooming and once, even a small kiss that snowballed into a makeout session.

While the results were… well, admittedly nice, Mercy wasn’t too happy that it did not happen on her terms. Granted, in her fitful mood of irritation to bluntly tell Dejen her intentions did turn out for the best in the greatest little patch of heaven she got to have and a promise of a larger Hive-- she was still pretty peeved at what had happened.

Herbal had now all his attention to the new, innocent and naive like shiftling, and was not taking any interest in the slave she provided him. She could see the doctor trying to heal her, make her more independent and free… but it was showing that Poppy Seed wasn’t sure how to go about that, or merely wasn’t even sure if the idea appealed to her. In short, the Queen’s carefully laid plans were toppled over by one Shiftling Drone.

It was why she was in her disguise, as a unicorn mare, and making her way towards the Colony. Part of her felt trepidation at totting up towards the Colony, seeing this would be her first time to venture into their territory-- a place not even her changelings could step hoof into. But looking up at the now towering tall hill, swarmed by many shiftlings tending to the plants now growing almost wildly around in the dirt and the Aggressors and few Majors guarding the entrances… it was a little intimidating to look at alone.

It was only by a steeling resolve she moved forwards, walking amongst the busy drones that rushed all about her and moving around her and ignoring her. More than once she had felt attenai tap at her body-- chest, side, neck, head and even her tail and flank a few times. The last part almost made her jerk at how little personal space they understood.

But after a quick smelling, they would leave her alone. Even when she approached the first entrance and was investigated by a scowling Aggressor, they let her pass, thankfully. Apparently her little message she sent with Katty had been received and accepted by the Colony. It made the queen glad she was allowed entrance in.

Near the entrance she was just moving into, looking about the wide entry way that could even fit the tall Majors, one of the many workers moved up to her, looking her over and smiling after getting a quick sniff in with those invasive attenai. “Queen Mercy of Hive. Welcome!” Having a cheery smile in place, “I’m Nell, I’ll be your guide. You wanted to meet Mother?”

Having a nod, Mercy said. “Yes, I wanted to talk to Shima for a bit.” following Nell as she asked. “So I’ve noticed that Katty seem to be close with Herbal, has the Colony been learning from Katty with her time with the thestral?”

Smiling, though it was hard to tell as the lighting got dimmer and dimmer in the tunnels, Nell said, “Yes, Katty tells much and the Colony get’s to hear much. So many things to learn and hear. Mother can only tell us so much, and Katty helps resolve things the Colony sometimes wonder.” Then giggled, “We think Katty very much likes Herbal. Very, very much.” Then said, “It is… odd. So strange. She feels.. Odd, but happy. So very odd.”

Raising a brow, she prod a bit with an inquiry look. “Do you mean like him as a friend, or like him that she enjoys being with him a lot more than usual?” trying to figure out how ‘close’ Katty was with Herbal, as while she felt affection from the drone when she was with Herbal-- Mercy doubted it was love. She however noticed that the shiftlings all hum some form of affection with one another with their colony-mates.

Thinking of that, Nell said, “I don’t know.” Then added, “Colony doesn't know. It’s…. Strange. We don’t know what to think, but Mother seems happy, assured. We don’t understand, yet she seems to. And it’s odd.”

Odd indeed. thought the Queen, as she followed Nell, as she comments a bit. “Well I can say one thing, since a week when Katty came to the Den door, she seem...brighten whenever she sees Herbal coming out. Even seem to shift into an earth mare to come close to him.”

Nodding, Nell smiled, “Katty said that he seems more happy when she looks more like a pony. And Katty also said that she likes being able to feel his softness.” Then giggled, “We tried it, and the Colony agrees. Pony form is very soft, good for napping and cuddling times.” Then said in bemusement, “But Katty always said she felt more happy when she does this for Herbal, Mother said this was good, but we don’t know why it’s good… but, good is good, so why think it’s bad?” Brushing it aside as nothing too important to think over.

Right… thought Mercy, as she walked with Nell, as she asked in mixed curiosity and worry. “So is Katty the only one with him...or are the rest of you waiting until she wants more of her sisters to be around Herbal?”

Tilting her head towards the Queen to that, Nell asked, “Does he need more sisters with him?” Giving the impression that the Colony thought that Katty alone was enough. “We have no need to be with Herbal. Mother gave express thought that if Katty wished to be with Herbal in this, then let her. That it was good so Colony can learn from sister of what it is like.”

“No, no, I’m just curious.” quickly told the mare as inwardly, she was glad that none of the other Colony drones will want to be around Herbal. As at least there was some chance the pegasus that lived with Herbal could make a small herd with the stallion. As she glanced around her as she decided to remove her disguise, letting her wings buzz some as she gave a contented sigh of letting her disguise go.

She honestly prefer to be as her normal self, and not as a faux pony. But she noticed that they were within the most sanctum of areas. The brood chambers, as she saw the workers, Weavers, a couple of Winged, lots of little nymphs-- and one Scion to keep an eye on a pile of them as they were around and all over her as Mercy coo. “Aw, they’re adorable!”

Head nearly snapping up, Shima spoke, “Oh, Mercy, I didn’t think you’d be here this early.” Her forelegs seeming to be holding a few of her daughters all napping away in their own little pile. Their pure, white and soft looking shells making them look all the more fragile, along with their tiny size of barely even being a foot tall, some being even more closer to 9 inches in size. It was almost astounding to just how small the mini-shiftling like nymphs were.

Shima motioned for Mercy to come close, and smiled, “And thanks. They’re a handful when they’re this little, but they’re also so beautiful.” Reaching her head down to nuzzle a few, her attenai also gently tapping each one, all having a soft and yet to harden chitin and no manes or tails to even speak of on them.

She giggled, sitting on her haunches by Shima as she was reminded of when her young were small...although she look at Shima as she asked. “So, mind explaining why all of a sudden Katty been dating Herbal for a week? It seem out of the blue for this to happen.”

The scion next to snorted, “Out of the blue?” Then said, “Mercy, when Katty came back and explained the ‘hollow’ feeling she felt from Herbal, the Colony was bristling. They were worried if it was bad or not, I had to assure them it was something that just happened.” then rolled her eyes, “During the next hour or two or something, they discussed on what to do. That’s a long conversation for a Colony that’s used to looking at a problem, and taking not even a minute of knowing what to do.”

She gave Mercy a glance and told, “To be blunt? A few hours to figure this out was close to days or a week in shiftling time. I took my time to explain it, and Katty, bless that heart of hers, was just concerned and wants to help him.” Then gave a smile and told, “She didn’t like that he was alone and chose to help. So… I decided to help her along and coached her a little then let her go.” Though was a little puzzled at the annoyance Mercy began to build inside of herself.

Taking a low breath, Mercy spoke. “Even though that is...sweet of her. Sadly she ruined my own plans of getting Herbal hitched with somepony else.” rolling her eyes as she explained. “I had a carefully laid out plan, that would have worked within two months and get Herbal what he needed…” snorting some as she told. “Then Katty ruined that plan the moment she came to the Den door last week. Granted it can be salvage...but it’ll be set back now.”

Frowning and not liking the ‘tone’ that Mercy took, Shima said, “Don’t get angry at my daughter for that.” Almost half glaring as she told, “If one of your daughters wanted to pursue someone, you would let them when they were old enough.” then sighed and told, “but Shiftlings don’t live long, Mercy. They only have ten years-- and Katty might as well be around eleven or something-- maybe more like thirteen after this month is up.”

Looking up, Shima said, “If she does have a shot at love outside the Colony? I’ll hope for it. The Colony is… wonderful, but it’s not the same as having a loving mate. Katty’s already gotten that taste, and for her, she got a good long time of it. Week for you, possibly a month or more for her.”

Sighing with a nod, she decided that maybe she can try to nudge Poppy with Herbal and Katty into a herd, just to help the stallion...later on. But she scrunch her face and soon asked. “But I am curious on a few things, Nell mention that Katty seem to enjoy being in pony form a lot more with Herbal around. What's your take on that?”

Smiling some, Shima said, “If I had to guess? Katty loves being able to feel Herbal. You might not know this, but our shells can be soft enough to feel things-- or hard enough to be like steel, making us unfeeling to touch.” Then shook her head telling, “Katty is feeling a special kind of love. She can taste it, share it, hold it… but it’s not the same to the others as it is to her. She’s being GIVEN love, not passively sponging it up by being close, but being hand fed it.”

Nodding some, Mercy said. “And she’s learning that it’s a lot stronger than what she normally has to get.” she however asked. “But...I am a bit concerned that if she and Herbal become couples, does that mean that she’ll keep leaving and coming back here...or go with Herbal to the Den? Admittedly it's hard for me to get a good idea since, no offense, Shiftlings are...harder to predict when making an individual choice.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” Shima nodded while slightly shifting on the silk floor she laid on. “To be honest, I’m not sure. It’ll be up to Katty.” Then frowned a bit and admitted, “But I think it will completely depend on what Herbal will say or do. And when that happens, I think Katty will make a… rather big choice on something, besides wanting to stay or not.”

Thinking some, Mercy admit. “I think I know that Herbal at least, will want to know if Katty wants to stay with him.” looking at Shima as she starts to explain. “Because unlike ponies, thestrals are unique in a sense. When thestral mate, they mate for life. And they won’t abandon their mate until death, it's actually more than an ideal, its...instincts to say the least. And when they do, well mate, Herbal will probably ask if Katty will stay with him with the Scars.” frowning some as she admitted.

“I...honestly not sure what will happen when that time comes. Especially when I don’t know how a Shifting will react to it.”

Thinking some, Shima asked, “Will he want children?”

“In due time, yeah. Part of thestral instincts you can say. Have a mate, have a home, and have foals. Thestrals have this instinct to breed with their mates to sire their young, raise them up to adulthood-- and breed again when the time is right. Granted I think he would ask Katty if she wants to have kids or not, even with how the Den is, there is a high chance that the question might pop up.”

With a steady breath, Shima said with certainty, “Then I know what Katty will do.” Nodding to herself, “We have Gatherers now… they’ve started hardly a few days back. But I know that as soon as even a hint of Herbal needs for a fertile mare comes up? She’ll come back and get as much pure lust as she can, and become a Breeder for his needs.” Then became quiet before telling, “I’m sure she’ll go with him form there. Because while I haven’t had a Breeder in my Colony yet… I’m sure that lust plus his love for her, will make her grab him and never let go.”

Laughing some, Mercy nodded as while that part can be answered, another part of her felt like giving some advice to Poppy, help her nudged to be with Herbal as she focus back to Shima and asked in a teasing tone. “Should I expect her to jump his bones for an entire week like a heat week?”

Sighing with a shake of her head, Shima admitted, “From what little I do know about Breeders? They are… very hungry for sex and breeding. A lot.” then rolled her eyes, “They even give off a pheromone to encourage something to breed them. So, maybe Katty will jump him, maybe… play with him a lot more often. If she gets pregnant… well, I don’t know how virile a pony is compared to a male breeder.” Then shook her head, “But I can tell you she’ll have him all to herself during their time together.”

“If I know ponies? They can not only get anything pregnant-- but get pregnant with nearly any species.” told Mercy as she admit. “But on virile they are is sort of debatable depending on the stud, we may find out once their little time is over.” she then thought and asked. “I know Katty been telling the Colony on this whole thing, but what's their take with Katty being with Herbal,” smirking some as she added. “Lots of gossip going on?”

“More like getting them up to speed.” Shima smiled, giving a glance to a few of the more older shiftlings that were almost reaching their two-foot height, a few curiously moving up to the Queen. “The Colony is hoping that he stays and sort of becomes part of it. But I think they knew that there’s a chance Katty might not stay, and I’m sure of it.” Then frowned a bit before asking, “You mentioned your plans getting… setback. Does this have to do with that pegasus slave, Poppy?”

Sighing she gave a nod. “Yeah, and while it’s ‘wrong’ to you for me to do that-- I was sort of thinking long term sights, Shima. I knew that with how Herbal is so afraid of reaching out and getting that chance getting taken? I decided to give him a chance within the Den. talking to her, helping her, slowly letting them grow a relationship so that way, he wouldn’t feel alone anymore.”

“It’s not working.” Shima more or less burst the queen’s bubble. “Katty talks to Poppy almost as much as Herbal, and form what the Colony can see? Neither one is that interested in the other-- I think Poppy isn’t even being as receptive because Katty easily took over her place and is helping Herbal out more than she thinks she can at the moment.” Then sighed, “And I’ll admit, if Poppy isn’t that interested, I don’t think a Breeder Katty will have any reason to let Poppy close-- if that’s what you’re planning.”

Sighing more, Mercy admit. “I hoped at least…” looking at her as she went on. “Admittedly I’m concern for Herbal, and I just wanted to try to help him. Even more with, well...a shiftling lesser lifespan,” not like bringing that up, but felt she had to for this conversation. “Because after those ten years...I was partially hoping by then Poppy will be within their herd to help Herbal moved on.”

Sighing, Shima told, “It’s not that simple, because once she is a breeder? I think Katty will be… picky on she allows to breed what she feels is her’s.”

Sighing, Mercy nodded. “Yeah I figured...but at least I do know that my plans are somewhat of a bust.” although she did scrunch up her face as she added. “But now I need to figure out how to help Poppy now.” tapping her chin as she told. “I have options to consider, and need to figure out what next for the mare.” then glance to Shima ...then slowly grinned wide. Seeing the ‘what is that look for’ glance the Scion gave as Mercy said in a sing along tone. “I know how to handle your little problem~, how you feel on having your own personal pegasus mare~?”

Shima seemed to blank out for a moment and stare at the queen, trying to process what was said to her… then, her Opal like shell slightly shifted, gaining a red hue to it, as well was there a sudden wave of embarrassment. “W-wha?” Tried to speak the mare, “Pers ...Poppy?!” Her mind taking a moment to realize what was being suggested, “But, you-- huh?”

Looking at her hoof as she told. “You said it yourself. Katty will be picky about who’s around Herbal when she becomes a Breeder. Herbal already set the seeds of freedom in Poppy who will be a free mare eventually when she comes around-- and the mare, while not having interest in Doc, is actually bi, so win-win.” looking to the Scion as she gave a grin. “And you did moan about wanting to have a girl around to carry your daughter, and you’re lesbian, so… consider this my way of ‘payback’ for Katty interfering my plans.”

Shifting to that some, and trying to relax as her opal shell regained it’s normal shade, Shima admitted, “It’s… a nice idea…” Then asked, “But, will she be okay with the idea? Living here and… well, being with me?” A fidget being seen with one of her hind legs.

“The best thing about being a changeling? We’re good at finding secrets. And while Poppy might need time to adjust to the idea-- she can handle being with a girl since she’s bi, and you having an ovipositor.” then tease with a wide toothy grin. “You juuuust need to learn how to control that boner of yours when you’re around her. Also she isn’t going to be fertile until her heat week, which will be in maybe 5 months. Plenty of time for you to get adjust with her, and her adjusting with you.”

Sighing, shima told, “You obviously don’t understand the status quo here.” Then motioned her head to her daughters. “If they want more babies? They all ravish me until I can’t help but want. I don’t think I can hide it.”

She boop Shima nose as she told. “She’ll adjust to it. She adjusted to us, you need to talk to her through it and get her to understand. Also she’s a virgin, so take it slow the first time.” then tease. “Maybe let her carry a few brood for the first couple of times, just to let her get use to it?” then added with a mischievous look. “Juuust need to help her understand how Shiftlings work and that their genetics are ‘looser’ than most species.”

Rolling her eyes, Shima told, “All she’s going to do is be a broodmare with whole eggs in her. No mixing and matching.” Then sighed, “I just hope I don’t go too far, I… I get really frisky, and I’m worried if she’s a virgin-- I never did this with a mare yet.”

“Then allow me to teach you of the pony body.” shifting to a pegasus, an exact copy of Poppy as she pointed at her wings. “The wings are sensitive. Preening can make the body arouse fast, but don’t pull the primary too hard, or squeeze the wings tight. It’ll actually hurt. Same with tail and mane, gentle pulling. Flanks can be sensitive with the right touch, as well as cutie mark.”

Frowning some, Shima said, “I’m a female too, Mercy, I think I know most of this.” then grimaced, “I’m just nervous about the first time. It’s different for shiftlings, for ponies its…. Well, it’s supposed to be more intimate and special. It’s… just different is what I’m trying to say, and it makes me a little nervous.”

Shifting back, Mercy assured with a kind smile. “Then make it special. Do foreplay, show her you care for her, and take it slow. And make sure your daughters don’t interfere for the first time.” then as she got up, she said. “Now if you pardon me, I need to tell Poppy the mixed news, see you later~.” told Mercy as she was carefully moving around moving nymphs to reach the exit. Although she glanced back and added with a tease. “And if you need a book to please a pony body-- I’ll lend you one of mine.”

Sighing, Shima said, “I’ll think about it.” Leaving it at that.

She giggled, as Mercy headed out, and while she was a bit sour that her original plans failed-- in a sense her true intentions for Herbal worked out, just in the way she hoped. Besides, at least Shima will have a mare that will love her one way or another.

“I’ll be honest Dejen, you’ll be fine.” told Herbal, as he overlooked the Striped as he was putting away his medical tools. “All you really need is lots of water and sleep, which is the best medicine you need from having sex with Mercy.” Dejen grumble as he said.

“You sure? Because I feel sore for a few days.” the thestral glance back, as they were within the clinic as Dejen had to stop by recently to let the doctor checked over him. Herbal snort some as he told.

“That’s because you haven’t used those muscles often in sexual activities, and considering Mercy went at you from what I gather-- it may be a bit of emotion draining. So just let yourself relax, rest, drink water-- and do something else beside sex for ‘fun’. Like those projects you're working on.” As he let Dejen get his armor on, Herbal open the door as he said to Windy who was sitting in one of the waiting chairs. “Dejen will be alright, just need rest from ‘special activities’.”

Windy smile as she nodded, jumping off as she look to see her Master walking out, as she moved by him as Dejen glance and told to Herbal. “I’ll be gone for most of the night, if you get to the Den, tell Debt that I’ll swing by the Smell Plot.”

“And where are you off too?” questioned the doctor as he told. “I recall I gave you doctor orders for rest.”

“Harsho needed to talk to me, said it was something important.” then motioned Windy to follow him, as Herbal rolled his eyes and let out a breath at that Striped. Meanwhile, Dejen was making his way towards the palace, taking the roofs with hook line gun as he did a few swinging here and there. As after both Striped and pegasus came near the palace gates for Striped to climb over with pegasus keeping a lookout and soon both came into the garden.

They both began walking in, as they heard someone sipping tea, seeing Harsho enjoying said tea as the stallion said. “Ah good, you made it, follow me.” leaving his tea on the table as he got onto his hooves, leading the two as both Dejen and Windy look to the other, before the Striped followed up by Harsho side as he spoke.

“Whats up Harsho?” looking at the horse as he joked. “The concubines Mercy found for you gave you trouble and you need to me to send a message to her?” to which Harsho laughed some as he shook his head.

“No, no. I’m quite happy with what Mercy found and I’m sure those mares enjoy being concubines…” then look to his friend with a grin and told. “No, I’m just going to give back what I promise all those years ago.” making Dejen blinked as he asked.

“What promise? Because I’m sure you made plenty over the years with me, most of them promise you were going to throttle me.” to which Harsho laughed more, as when the Sultan calmed down, the horse explained as they went down a series of steps, as Harsho explained.

“No, no, no...I’m referring to that one promise I made to you long ago, you promised me that my city will have great defenders that will be beyond anything I can comprehend.” looking down and going on as the series of steps began to grow wider. “And I promised you a ship when that day comes, the Innovation Scars if I recall right.” then going at the end as both Striped and pegasus paused to see a large ship. A warship to be exact, as while it had Arabian colors on its side of Harsho city-- there were words of the title Innovation Scars as the two just look…

As Harsho chuckled and told. “And you did give your promise, my city having great defenders being the Colony. It is fitting that I’ll give you a ship to use,” then amended. “Granted, I don’t know when you’ll use it as you and the Scars settling in here, but I have no doubt you know when to use your ship.” While Dejen was amazed that Harsho could remember that silly and small promise...and grant it.

He slightly shake his head as he chuckles, as he admits. “While it’s great that you promised me a ship...I don’t know how to fly it.” to which Harsho raises a brow and reminded.

“You do recall that Debt knew how to fly ships for that bastard of a brother?” making Dejen recalled back...and said.

“Oh right...I was too focused on something else.” Windy giggled as Dejen glance to see Harsho snort in amusement as Dejen said. “But really, thank you Harsho.” then asked with a raised brow under his helmet. “So I can tinker it as all I can please, right?” to which Harsho snort in mild amusement.

“Yes, yes. Tinker it, upgrade it, change it-- it’s your ship now, you can do whatever you want with it.” then reminded. “Just know that I’m not covering any costs if you accidentally damage it and you need the shekels to repay it.” to which Dejen chuckled as he assured.

“Don’t worry, with all those ‘donations’ I got from the Hunters and casinos I visited with you in Arabia? I’m pretty loaded to cover big costs for the ship.” Looking at the ship some...before asking. “But seriously, was there something else besides this?” the horse thought for a moment, before nodding his head as he said.

“Ah yes, I got word that the messenger that was heading to Equestria had arrived by, Princess Celestia sent a message by her magic scrolls-- that she’s coming with her sister here within a month.”

“Huh, that was fast. I thought it would've taken longer. Especially them coming within a month.” said a surprised Dejen as Harsho agreed with a nod.

“Yes, it seemed luck was with the messenger, granted I admittedly thought they will arrive in two months,” humming some. “But I believe when I made mention of a ‘new species’ they felt that they should arrive as fast as they could. With hope, Scars will keep low while the negotiation comes.” then look to Dejen as he added with an amused look. “But that position as added adviser is still open.”

“Ha, ha, ha.” dryly said Dejen as he told with cross arms. “We both know your other adviser wouldn’t like that, besides I’m more of someone you keep in the shadows.” Harsho gave a low chuckle as he shrugged.

“It was worth a try.” which resulted the Striped to chuckle along the horse as Windy smile, as they all looked at the ship with it having new possibilities to it’s innovative owner.

As time passed on, things progressed within that month, as Dejen work with his multiple projects, especially reach fruition as well as the warship being tinkered on by the Striped. The first of his project being a success was of the ‘railway gun’ as well as the assassin blades. Granted he’s still tinkering on his other weapons with small success. Better than nothing he likes to say really.

Mercy still enjoys the bits of sex and now given love by the Striped, as she sorts of allow Windy to be the first mare in the herd relationship. But when not with her new herd, she gathers the pure liquids of love given by Shima colony with her Gatherers, as she began loading up the containers in the Scars new ship, as well as most other containers as a precaution if they had to escape one day.

And speaking of Shima? Poppy meeting with Shima went well...in fact beyond well in a sense as she stuck to Shima like glue as Shima stayed mostly inside the colony and continuously giving more eggs to later grow. The colony growing to a nice ‘healthy’ 1,564 and has slightly slowed as it was approaching the 2,000 want. While both girls stay inside the colony, having sex and child-raising being the two largest ‘job’ together.

Nearly at the end of the month, Shima asked Poppy to carry her next daughter, her special daughter, the next Scion. To which Poppy happily agreed as they both went into a rather lengthy season of lustful sex, as Poppy became impregnated by the next Scion. However Poppy became a ‘Sub-Scion’ being mostly under Shima whom, after giving the egg, had done some magic by instinct to link the mare to the Colony in a small manner, and seen akine as a stepmother to them.

The nest and its dirt mounds were noticeably spread, and while there was one large one inside the city, more multiplied and smaller entryways had been found in other places of the city and quite a few going outside the city walls. When asked by the Sultan to see how secure these possible ‘unsecured’ tunnels could be, those sent to do the job quickly found themselves in a vast, long, winding and hopelessly dark tunnels. They had to later be helped to find their way out by a couple of workers.

It was rather embarrassing for the Scars to get helped at that point. Especially in the pitch-black tunnels with no real directions around, and said tunnels go in rather random directions as they were hopeless without some of the workers to guide them out. Harsho gotten his reports...and laughed himself hard of the secret group unable to get themselves out of that mess.

Although it did assured the Sultan that for anyone who thinks the tunnels are an easy way in? It was a large dark maze trap for them to get lost and be found by the Colony. And while the Scars own Hive didn’t grow much due to Mercy haven’t been knocked up yet-- mostly on the caution of having to leave if that did happen, they didn’t have much progress beside Gem working with Dejen on the ship on various things. Or Debt still being hard to deal with.

But Herbal managed to figure out how to work the liquid of the Winged-- if only barely as the Winged Syrup could be mixed in small quantities of balms and ointments for more effective healing items and greatly stretch his limited supplies of the Winged Syrup of six jars. As he discovered the liquid works by encouraging cells to quickly divide and greatly speed up healing, as well as use of antibacterial.

Granted from what he learned it works after being ingested by small amounts by a ‘kiss’ through mouth. But with it as ointments and balms, it can be applied to the skin in smaller amounts and have the same effects. He still kept the jars on the side for using with tablespoons will be able to encourage the body to heal quicker-- and for emergency situation if things are critical.

He also found out it works even better with healing potions, nearly instantly healing the body back to normal, but the person will often suffer fatigue and gets very hungry and need of food.

It was a discovery that Shima was quick to ask about and had the doctor aid in teaching her Winged on how to properly make these medical items-- for both themselves and supplying the local medical doctors in the city for those extreme or highly needed situations.

It was with this, and a few other things, that things were quickly changing in the city of Ramada. While the first introduction of Shiftlings was rough to take in for many, the changes became apparent. Trash that was sometimes left out was quickly cleaned away, the nit-picky nature of the worker drones finding the trash too out of place. Some pests like rats found themselves being scared off, or taken away as some hunted the vermin that tried to intrude on food storage areas. Majors proved to be useful laborers in moving large and heavy blocks of stone or items across the city with less time. The new Gatherers showed a rather prized skill of holding huge amounts of water in their gasters, keeping it fresh and safe in the otherwise arid desert air.

Possibly one of the more notable things to change were the Silk occasionally sold by the Weavers, or the healing items given by the Winged, one or two sometimes found hanging near clinics in search of hurt. While it was truly rough and distressing at first, the city began to quickly change its mind about the ever busy Colony that cleaned their city, helped with moving or building it, and even grew fruits and some crops in patches of dirt provided. The city was growing, and becoming more prosperous by almost each day, trade slowly trickling more into a flowing stream with it’s new goods of silk, medicine, and food.

It was a wondrous sight to be sure when the long awaited ship of the Princesses came, escorted by a warship that bore the mark of the Changeling Hunters. Celestia and her sister Luna walked out in the hot sun, their gala shining and glaring light while they made their way to the palace. Around them were a collection of royal guard, and Captain Galdan’s soldiers, each keeping their post with the Princesses while shiftlings cautiously moved around them, keeping a particularly sharp eye on the Hunters.

Looking to the side, Celestia admitted to her sister, “When Sultan Harsho mentioned these Shiftlings… I didn’t realize they would look so similar…” Then went on, watching another scurry along, “Or be so bold. Changelings are much more secretive, but these creatures are not scared to be seen by anyone.”

Luna gave a simple nod, looking around as she admits. “It is a wonder about these Shiftlings, especially they look more like ants one would say.” noticing most having antennas, something the changelings themselves lack. She did however glance to the sight of the Sultan trotting up to them, having his regalia of royalty as he came with his own troops as he greeted.

“Greeting Princess Celestia, Princess Luna.” giving a respected bow of his head to the two of them, then focus on Captain Galdan as he said with a smile. “And Captain! So good to see you, I hope that you and your fellow Hunters will respect my city laws? I had to...make a few new laws due to some foolish orders on the Hunter part that cause some damage to my city sometime back.”

With a firm nod, the griffin spoke, “So I’ve read. And while I plan not to do anything, I should show you this.” Taking a moment to reach into his pouch and hold it out to the horse, who swiftly took it to read. “It’s from my superiors, and while I normally would carry out these orders, I think they will forgive me for not investigating or find reason to see these Shiftlings as a threat as possibly kind of changeling.” Then preed a bit more with, “I was asked by you to be a vanguard for her Highness, and I plan to keep it as such.”

A smile tugged at Celestia’s lips and told, “I must commend you for suggesting the Captain, Sultan Harsho. He has been forthcoming and well mannered on his job. So I don’t expect any trouble from him during this small week of talks and working over the possible new laws pertaining to the Shiftling’s position as a new rare species.”

“With respect your highness, the reason I recommend the Captain, is because he is one of the few Hunters I trust as far as I can order my troops to kill him onsight.”

“Sultan Harsho, surely you jest?” questioned Luna of the rather, remark the Sultan gave as Harsho simply shook his head as he told simply.

“Princess Luna, with all due respect, the Hunters are people who assume they are above the law and consequences for simply being ‘Changeling Hunters’. They have no regard of basic common sense of asking the local guard for aid, destroying property damage, vendor goods, even breaking and entering a few houses. Simply put your Highness? I hate the Hunters with a passion of their disregard of a nation, or city in my case, laws, structure, and their assumption that they can get away scott free of whatever damages they done in the ‘pursuit’ of ‘justice’.”

Frowning some, Celestia spoke, “While it is extreme, I can see the reason for its need if it has been that bad down here. Most Hunters in Equestria that did any of that without good reason or proper permits, would suffer a good deal of reprimanding for it.”

With a glance, Luna said, “That is because you too much enjoy using the dungeon and placing a random amount of time on them.”

Giving a sideways smile of innocents, celestia spoke, “Oh sister, don’t tell me it isn’t at least a little amusing to watch them sweat and wonder how lengthy their imprisonment is. It makes a rather effective motivator to keep trouble down.”

“Some of these Hunters were ponies, Princess.” frowned Harsho, going on to say. “And while it is good that Equestria has tightened it’s hold on their Hunters-- Arabia has no such luck. I will say this Celestia and Luna-- I will not be merciful to the next bunch of Hunters who break my laws, native or non otherwise.”

“Sultan Harsho, I must admit, it is rather surprising that you would use execution as a means to get the message” Looking thoughtful before smiling some, “I approve.” While Harsho gave a low chuckle as he told.

“Well, it’s actually either execution or forced slavery to pay off their damages.” then frown as he said. “It may be barbaric to you and your ponies for me to do this...but I have had enough of Hunters and their lack of paying of their crimes.”

Sighing inside, Celestia said, “While I might not be happy with the methods you might use on my little ponies here-- there is little I can do. They chose to leave Equestria and it’s borders of safety. As soon as they did, they were responsible for themselves and their actions.”

Dropping that, she soon told, “Now, not that I don’t enjoy the idea of talking about how we could improve such a system to be kinder, we are here for something more pressing.” Then glanced her eyes about, asking, “Where is this ‘Scion’ you told us of, is she awaiting us inside?”

“She is actually, within the dining hall to be precision.” said Harsho, motioning a hoof to lead them as he continues on. “She is currently with her own guards, for her safety of course. But I must admit Celestia, in a way, you and your ponies must make reparations.” then lift a hoof to say. “In a way, yes they did cause ‘damage’ to the landscape and killing wildlife, but only to help make land grow and fertile. They simply wish to be in peace away from everyone else.” then added with a frown.

“But you must also know this, Princess’s.” looking at them intently as he stated. “If you think my hatred of the hunters is bad-- the Scion is far worse. As to her, the Hunters are child killers, as the Shiftlings can only be reproduced by the Scion only.” giving a glance to the griffon as he added to the two alicorns. “Another reason why I suggested the captain, for he knows his bounds and limits.”

Nodding, Celestia spoke, “I think I understand why this is important then… I recall an old report once sent straight to my seat one day of a highly hostile Hive that had placed my nation at risk, something that I had to investigate.” Then thought a bit more on it. And while it was true the loss of life was sad, the idea that it was more form self defense, would also show why the shiftlings were so weary.

They obviously had a grudge against the hunters, and the Captain was placing them all on edge. Even the Griffin was fast to say, “I will be sure my beak, and the collective voices of my group, stay shut during this if it’s that delicate situation, sir.”

Chuckling some, Harsho told simply. “I appreciate you for understanding Captain, and yes it is delicate. So much that the Scion, if she was given a chance, would send her wrathful rage of a mother to all Hunters if it weren’t for her desire for peace.” then said to the alicorns. “But I must insist that if you do make reparations-- you must know that for her and her Colony, simply saying sorry will never be enough for the lost of her daughters, for her it will seem like an insult of sorts as a mother.”

“I think I speak for my sister that a simple apology is something we can't do.” Luna assured, “Lives were lost, and done so by a second party that was part of our lands. I think this may call for an investigation of the Hunters in Equestria for making such a harsh move so quickly. I am puzzled why they would, since they look so different from a changeling.”

Thinking, Celestia spoke, “I’m sure it was the mistake of a newly promoted officer, too eager to prove himself. Most others understand that blunders like these are not tolerated by myself or you.” Then gave a nod, “But I agree, a full investigation will be needed once we return. They did potentially cause genocide on a new magical race that clearly is the only one of it’s kind, as far as we can tell.”

“Oh they did.” bluntly told Harsho. “In fact when the Shiftlings first arrived, there were only 27 of them, the Scion included.” leading them forward to the hall as he went on. “Now there is one thing you need to know right away. The Shiftings are nothing like Changelings in terms of leadership. The Shiftlings are more, consensus based. The Scion is merely the wise mare and mother of the Colony, for these sorts of talks, she’s acting as the voice of the Colony, not as it’s queen.” opening the door to reveal six Aggressors around Shima as he spoke. “Scion Shima, may I present to you Princess’ Celestia and Princess Luna of Equestria.”

What the Princesses were expecting was something like the Queens of the Changelings, even if their experience was a little lacking on them at times, being a few rare cases. Shima, was very similar in being taller, though not much taller than a slender mare in her prime. Her softer looks compared to a changeling was also a nice change, or the more longer sparkling wings that held a more beautiful elegance to them.

Though what stood rigidly around her was another sight and thing in itself. Six pairs of aggressive and glaring eyes met them, six Aggressors with their more jagged and sharp edged chitin sticking close to the Scion and reflexively twitching their gaster tails tipped with wicked stingers. It easily showed they were not ready to fight-- both sisters could tell they would die fighting to keep the Scion safe.

Shima gave a smile their way, warm and inviting, though it slightly faltered at the sight of the Hunters, turning into something a little forced. “It’s nice to finally meet you both, your highness's.”

Celestia smiled, and gave it to the Scion. She acted a bit unsure, and looked new to this. But, she could allow for inexperienced. With a gentle motherly smile, Celestia told, “And it is an honor to finally meet you, Scion Shima.” Motioning for the Captain to take his place near the wall-- something the griffon was all too happy to comply with and not test the angry looking shiftlings guarding the Scion.

Luna gave the same greeting of her sister. “Hail Scion Shima.” While the Sultan motioned for them to sit, Luna spoke on. “We must admit, it is rather surprising that the Shiftlings are so bold in revealing themselves. We both admittedly thought you would've tried to hide your presence out of caution.” Harsho motioned the servants to grab refreshments as the stallion spoke with an amused look.

“If I must admit, it is their very nature to be out, Princess Luna. the Shiftlings rather be out in the open than to hide like a Changeling.”

Nodding to this, Shima said, “My daughters don’t do well sitting around. They have a need to move and work nearly at all times. I often think about it like OCD.” Smiling almost sheepishly and telling, “When a close friend of Harsho gave the idea of making a home here, or in Equestria, my Colony was ready to pack and leave within the same hour I told them about it. I had to make do with getting them to settle here, and give Harsho warnings that they are not a subtle type. They want to move and do their jobs, no matter the hour of day or night.”

“Surly?” Asked Celestia, “You’re Colony is constantly active and will not hide because it bothers them?”

With a small laugh, Shima said, “The last time I actually had some form of leadership over my daughters? I had them try and hide in a small nest for a couple of weeks.” Then shook her head, “They were restless, irritated, agitated and jumping off the walls all the time. ‘Sleep’ was almost impossible for all of us during that time.”

“You all couldn’t sleep? Isn’t that harmful for any species to lack?” asked Luna as Harsho spoke in.

“From what I gather, sleep is, small for them. They all take number of naps within a day, but otherwise? They’re awake nonstop.” the stallion couldn’t help but add in with an amused look to Shima. “They also are quite curious bunch, I couldn’t tell you how many times some would just come up to someone to ‘smell’ them.”

Sighing, Shima said, “They’re not high on ‘social norms’ outside the Colony. It’s a small problem I can’t really fix, they need to just investigate everything nearby.”

Smiling some, Celestia spoke, “I think I can believe the idea of you not as a leader now.” Almost laughing to herself while saying, “You do sound more like a mother keeping watch on many, many children.”

“Well…” Started Shima with a helpless shrug, “That’s what I really am.”

“Considering on what Harsho hinted, and your own admission, it must be tough being a mother on many daughters.” smile Luna, although she did asked. “But I am curious, are there no sons to be have?”

Thinking to this, Shima admitted, “By birth? No.” Then told, “But it’s possible to have them if they are later raised and fed something that makes them into boys-- but I’m not really interested in letting that happen because we honestly don’t need it to happen.”

Raising a brow, Celestia asked, “How so? Are the conditions merly not right?” Wondering why the idea of males being in the colony would be a bad thing, or not needed.

Thinking of that, Shima told, “Shiftling males are Breeders, and they, with a number of sisters that are also Breeders, only have one express purpose…. To breed. Excessively.” Making it pretty clear why they were not needed.

“Before you say anything, know that Shiftlings are rather, genetically looser than most species.” started Harsho as he amended. “Well, genetic cloning as Shima explains that Shiftlings don’t have genetics faults in their children from Breeders. She mentioned that they are next to perfectly clone their genes, making any children mainly just daughters, be clones of the mother.”

“Something that the Changelings don’t have fully themselves in a sense.” added the stallion, as he then push the topic. “Now, I believe we are here for more than talks of genetics? I believe we are for negotiations of sorts?”

Nodding, Celestia spoke, “Yes. You mentioned that the Shiftlings wished to possibly live in Equestria?” Looking to Shima for further information.

Letting out a breath, Shima said, “For its greenery. Shiftlings find your land pleasant, they would love to live there.” Then glanced away telling, “But that’s not going to happen. Since the colony is established here, I don’t think they’ll move for anything.” Thinking a bit more on it, then turned up and told, “Maybe in.. twenty to thirty years, when a few special daughters of mine, Scions, are ready… maybe then a new Colony can start in Equestria. But until then… we’re staying here and not moving, the Colony will refuse to move for anything but near extinction.”

“Understandable,” said Luna as she then asked. “But that begs the question. If you were within of Equestria in the first place, and are of a new species...why didn’t you request for protection or aid from the Society of Preservation of Rare Creatures? They would have halted the Hunters in the first place before they came near your domain.”

With a sigh, Shima said, “I didn’t know they were even a real thing-- I honestly haven’t heard of them until Harsho brought it up.” Looking up to the two and went on, “For most of my travels, I spent it dodging the Hunters that targeted me for reasons I didn’t know, and just looking for a place to start my Colony. And when I did…” She dragged off before nearly spitting, “Then not even close to a year later, my Colony got attacked and we were forced to leave, or else endanger the brood and myself.”

“I am truly sorry for your loss.” Celestia spoke, “And I will be sure to do what I can to make up for the loss--”

“There’s nothing you can do to make up for it.” It almost came out near venomous, and the Aggressors bristled at the same time that their Scion did. Low and agitated hisses sounded, even as Shima went on, “The only thing that would make the Colony even remotely feel better is if the hunters were completely killed off. For the Colony, all they see is a threat to themselves. They don’t forget, Princesses. And I don’t think they will ever let go of the grudge no matter what’s done to make up for it.”

While it was completely unexpected, Harsho glance to the alicorns as while he originally thought the alicorns would try an investigation could do something-- what Shima said...well, it made him sigh as he admits to the alicorns. “Apparently, I doubt even an investigation will even appease her, Princess’s.”

“It’s not just me you’re trying to appease, Harsho.” Shima said lowly, but apparently trying to calm herself. “It’s the Colony and it’s hundreds upon hundreds of shiftlings you’re trying to appease. And for them, something attacked and killed it’s family for no apparent reason. The Colony would like nothing more than to swarm the offender, rip it to small shreds, then use the remains to cultivate fertile land or something else to put it to use.”

Harsho, the Princess, and even the guards with the Hunters by the wall just look at Shima...as Harsho chucked a bit as he joked. “And I thought execution was extreme. It seems that I was proven wrong.” then lean back and asked the alicorns. “So Princess’s, what will your response be? As it seems that you may have to try to appease an entire species for the crimes of the Hunters and them not noticing something off? It has been a while since anybody can recall you two doing something to piss off an entire species.”

With a deep breath, and seeing the utter disaster that was before herself, Celestia thought it over as carefully as possible. The ‘hundreds of hundreds’ bit was clue enough that there were a lot of Shiftlings here, possibly more than they knew of. One would think that would exempt them from the extinction rights-- but if what the sultan said was right? Shima was the only one to bare this Colony. The rest would be infertile. Unable to breed unless of special circumstances.

“Then what I can possibly do is four things, Scion Shima.” Celestia began, her mind getting a plan. “Firstly, is the full on investigation of the Equestrian branch of Changeling hunters, and knowing who issued the order to attack and bringing the offenders to court.” then went on, “Second, registering your species as something that needs to be protected by the Equestria's Society of Preservation to Rare Creatures.”

“Thirdly: A large plot of land for one of your special Scion Daughters to later take up as their own, and help grow this species that is Shifting in peace.” Then nodded to herself, “Fourth, bar all Changeling Hunters from even stepping foot within those lands that will belong solely to Shiftlings. Any and all attempts to do so will be seen as an offense to your people and will be handled as such.” Then smiled, “Is that acceptable?”

Shima had to honestly blink to that. Thinking it over, it… would work. It would help appease the Colony. But, she had to say, “I want to say yes… but we’re talking twenty years before that might happen, Princess Celestia.” Pausing to think on and told, “It’s nice now… but things might change in twenty years.”

“Then think of it as a basis to a larger contract of peace between us.” Told the solar princess with a gentle smile.

To which Harsho added. “That is, if the Hunters of Equestria or other branches may try to find loopholes within this contract of peace, Princess Celestia.” Luna rise her brow to the Sultan as she spoke.

“Have you have little faith of how we keep an eye on the Changeling Hunters, Sultan Harsho?” as if suggesting he does.

“Only on the very smart ones.” simply told Harsho. “After all, smart Hunters know how to find the loopholes within things, and could try to stay within the legal right-- but managed to make a move that isn’t totally legal in technicality.” then added as he took a sip of tea. “I am simply being pragmatic, Princess Luna. It is something I am used to...the constant annoyances that are of the Hunters here in Arabia. It is like Scion Shima said. A lot can happen in twenty years.”

Sighing, Celestia said, “While I would agree in those areas, the thing is that the Shiftlings are a species of their own and so far, separate from the Changelings.” Then smiled a bit, “And it’s not just Equestria's laws they have to poke loopholes around, but also the Society of Preservation. I’m sure you recall the noise they made over those endangered Desert Scorpions not two years ago?” Almost laughing at the exaggerated face the horse had.

“How can I not? They literally caused nearly all of Arabia trade routes on hold with their ‘protests’.” and he was admittedly glad Dejen found a way around it, granted it require some heavy planning, but they managed to survive from that time. All they really had to do was herd the huge and highly poisonous scorpions somewhere else. He sighed as he then admit. “Hopefully the Hunters now know that the Shiftlings are far different from the changelings-- in more ways than one.” glancing to the alicorns as he went on.

“I do have a few papers of medical, historical, and a few other things that Scion Shima graciously give to some people, that could be given to the right people and groups to make sure that everyone knows that the Shiftlings are their own species and not some changelings with different looks.”

Feeling it was needed to be mentioned, Shima said, “But as a warning? Not all the documents are complete or throughout.” Catching plenty of attention. “Even I don’t know as much as I want. I was technically adopted by my family, and they didn’t realize what I was at the time. I got most of my knowledge from second hand accounts from female that found me a few years back-- and I’m still finding out new things about myself and the Colony.”

Tilting her head just a hair, Celestia said, “So for better or worse, you were literally the last of your kind?” Watching as Shima give a slow nod for a moment. “That is unfortunate to hear. I wonder how much history and culture was lost to you.” Then thought it over before saying, “I won’t be surprised if someone of the Society comes here to further document your people, I hope that won’t be a problem when it happens?”

With a slight laugh, Shima said, “As long as they’re on their best behavior? Then I don’t think you’ll have to worry about their safety.”

Taking another sip of tea, Harsho said with a chuckle. “Funnily enough the Colony is rather docile, for the most part. As long as you’re not causing trouble for them, and keep from their home, they’re actually quite friendly. Even able to do one of the many things the changelings can’t. As for one, they can take in all sorts of emotions unlike the changeling sole need of love.”

“That is rather interesting,” said Luna as she asked to Shima. “Has the Colony been plentiful with it’s emotion gathering of an entire city? This place must be like one big buffet for you all.”

Nodding, Shima said, “I heard this city has some thousand residence, if not more. And while the Colony can match or double that number, I think that even a colony of five thousand might be cozily supported by those living here.” Thinking on and admitting, “And it will only grow as big as the local food can support us. If the city grows, the colony is going to grow to match its output of food.”

“So it is safe to assume there are already thousands of Shiftlings then?” Asked Celestia with an all too knowing smile, and lightly chuckled at Shima’s shock. “I have been doing this for years, Shima. There is no reason to fear us, we’re interested to know where this might take this city.”

Nodding, but still cautious, Shima said, “For the Colony, this city is now their responsibility, their home and territory. They will do everything they can to care for and protect it. And, I don’t want to sound… rude, but since the citizens are technically our source of food, the Colony is going to be very keen and aware of any dangers that might hurt or agitate their food source.”

“Which is admittedly a good thing.” said Harsho as he admitted. “When the Colony first arrive, my people had a hard time adjusting, with the thanks of a few friends however, my people slowly began to accept the Colony as an everyday thing.” chuckling some as he added. “A few might of gotten even a bit spoiled to ask a random shiflting with a simple chore or two. Like sending a letter to someone, or sweeping the sand away from their front door.”

With an amused smile, Luna asked, “Voluntary community work?”

Shima smiled a bit more proudly and told with a nod, “Shiftlings like having tasks to do. Since they can’t work on making the Colony too much bigger soon, they’ll start trying to look for other things to get done. Cleaning up trash, cleaning up walls, fixing small things or helping the citizens with little things is quickly becoming their center of attention.” Then smiled with a giggle, “As the Colony says, a happy land is a well fed Colony. So in a way, making the citizens happy, feeds us more food.”

“In a way, it’s a symbiotic relationship,” started Harsho as he took another sip as he felt a smile on his face, as everything is going as smoothly as one could hope…

Only for that mood to be thrown on the ground when his ear flick, hearing the sound of familiar feet and hands as the Equestrians gotten their first look of Dejen in his armor set and mask as he came from the ceiling and drop down. The Equestrian guards ready their weapons of this intruder, but Harsho gave a low sigh and glance to his friend and asked.

“There had better be a good reason for interrupting this.” Dejen merely points at the large window. As Harsho move away from the table, coming to the window...and seeing the slowly arriving gnoll army. As he then glared at Dejen, recalling the promise as the Striped held up his hands and told.

“Hey this is NOT my fault! I don’t eve know of these gnolls!”

In an instant, Celestia spoke, “Gnolls?” Getting up and moving to the window with her sister following shortly. Just as curiously, Shima got up, patting her daughters in assurance to stay as she moved to the window. The sun was still up and making a slow approach for night. But the sight of the large warmachine that was a gnoll army was on not just the horizon, but getting pretty close. Already they could see long range tributes being set up, what appeared to be a few cannons on large wheels-- and plenty of troops organizing for an assault.

Luna frowned and spoke, “I believe that your city will be under siege very shortly, Sultan Harsho.”

Giving a flat look to Dejen, as he asked. “I hope you managed to sound the alert of a siege, Dejen?” to which the sounds of gongs came in full sound as Harsho asked further. “I thought you said that things will be fine?” although before Dejen answered, he glance as did the other's of the slight chittering and the shiftlings slightly shift in place, looking a bit agitated by the loud gongs as Dejen spoke to Shima.

“I really hope you’re able to contact the Colony with the Swarm, Shima. Because they’re going to start throwing rocks and cannon at the city to break in.” Luna glance to the odd being as she spoke as she recognized a Striped of all things.

“Sultan Harsho, you never mentioned you have a Striped in your employment…” Dejen glance in his armor as there was a grin in his tone.

“I’m a special case.” then told to Harsho. “I wish I could do more, but I’m moving my people in safety, this is a lot more than a simple move and stab, Harsho. This is a soldier job.” But Harsho held a hoof up and look to his friend, as if asking if Dejen could do more...but the chittering sound were getting louder, as some glance to Shima wings were buzzing as all Shiftlings look more agitated. Dejen then pointed to the Shiftlings as he told to Harsho.

“I can help out, but I think you need to ask them for help.” quickly moving out of the way and around the stallion to get moving.

With a glance, and trying to not flinch at the sounding of the gong, Shima said, “Asking for help isn’t needed.” Shivering in place as the slow amber emotions turned from peaceful, to fearful and panicked. “The Colony’s getting agitated, I’m agitated-- they know something's wrong. I’m worried about what will happen when the first rock falls.”

Harsho glance to see Dejen long gone as he look to Shima as he asked with concern. “Shima, what will the Colony do?” He himself was trying to figure out on the why and how of gnolls being here-- and which tribe? They were too far from their territories, so why come now?

Sighing and looking out at the large force, Shima said, “Wait.” Leaving them a little bemused before telling, “We can’t do anything much, we’re large in numbers, but they won’t rush out. We know they’re coming. And once they get close enough…” She paused before sighing, “Well, once they get close enough, I’m not sure those Gnolls will be happy to come anywhere near the city swarming with an entire angry, agitated and stirred up colony.”

He sighs a bit, but look to both Celestia and Luna as he admits. “I would ask for assistance...but I have a feeling that the Colony might accidentally mistaken them for unknown and attack anything that they see as a threat in a swarm. From what I can understand with talking with Shima about these sort of events, the Colony seem to...focus on one thing as ‘the enemy’.”

Nodding, Luna turned to ask, “Shima, what would you suggest about handling this fight with allies?”

“To stay indoors.” Honestly told the Scion, “If the guards can attack the invaders before they reach the walls? Then great. But once the invaders get close or inside the city-- they better find someplace to hold up because my Colony is going to swarm out like an angry swarm of fire ants.”

“I hope that Dejen little contraption will at least destroy the siege weapons the gnolls have.” huffed Harsho as Luna glance to ask.

“I recall the Striped being inventors...what sort of contraption did he make?” and they gain that answer as they all heard something faint, and something different in the air. As something was in the sky as Harsho squint his eyes, trying to see what it was. Then slowly widen as he muttered.

“Noooo...I thought he told me that was still a prototype!”

Many looked up in wonder, though one did so in shock and recognition, not that she would say it aloud. Still the sight of the double-decked winged machine as it roared over the skies at fairly impressive speeds was completely unexpected. It was even more so for the gnolls, who all looked up in complete stupefied wonder at what it was.

It became very clear when it passed them up-- and something fell from below it. With a slight whistling, a lump of something fell next to one of the artillery weapons of theirs-- and resulted in a powerful explosion enough to rip, blast and bring down the siege weapon.

Shouts raised and numbers moved to organize, the vehicle in the sky turning around to make another pass. Mages got their staffs up, magic flying into the sky and making Dejen forced to weave and try not be be hit-- taking to the higher skies to get breathing room from the flurry of magical attacks.

Okay, I got 5 more bombs left, got to make my hits count. Also got...at least 100 ammo with the prototype machine gun. Make it count. Making a dive bomb with his plane, as he dodged the flying magic bolts that were trying to hit at him. Firing the machine gun in short bursts to save ammo, hitting at the wheels of siege weapons as Dejen had to make a harsh heave up. Mostly to dodge a fireball as he dropped a bomb.

He watched as while the bomb hit among the gnolls-- it didn’t hit the mark. As he made a turn to keep high up, glancing over as he did another drop down. This time firing his main guns in the dive as to force them to cover and making a somewhat clear path for another divebomb. This time he hit his mark, blowing not just a siege weapon-- but a few cannons as a bonus.

But he had to make it count. He got three bombs left, as he scanned around, seeing a siege tower as he moved in the high sky. Coming down a dive bomb, firing his main guns for a bit of cover, pulling up quickly to escape a fireball as he dropped a bomb.

He grit his teeth from the sudden lift up as he hated the g-force as he told. Okay, try it carefully this time, Dejen. staying up in the air a bit longer to calm himself, as he soon dropped all the way down, firing his main guns, steadily coming as he dropped another bomb, slowly rising up as he was about to make another drop-- before something hit his plane.

Quickly looking at what hit him, he curse, seeing a few holes in his left side wings as he thought. Not good. He consider his options as while he wanted to stay-- he didn’t want his plane to be damage, or him getting injury or near death. So with a sigh, he had to retreat...before dropping one last bomb to them as he made a turn back to the city to get the plane away from the now lesser siege weapons and cannon invaders.

Cheers and jeers rose, though the striped couldn't really hear them over the roar of his place, a slight smoke trail from the one hole that was in the planes side. When it was gone, did the orders get given and the cannon fire with the stones fly. Rumbles could be heard within the city and on its walls, damages mounting as most of the fire focused on one wall.

Guards waited at their posts, having received orders during the air-vehicle had done its job in buying a little time. And after the initial barrage of stone and iron balls, did a wall give way and the armed gnolls march. The guards stood at the ready, mostly just archers and a few magi that readied themselves. They only had a short moment of repelling the attackers-- before they were urged to seek safety in a tower or barrack. For what, they didn’t know, as it was merely the sultan’s orders.

As the guards were making a retreat and headed into the towers and barracks, the gnolls assumed that they were cowards. As cheers and jeers were thrown at the horses. As when the last on the guard were inside, the gnolls broke through the rubble of the walls and began to charge into the city for a fight and raid...there was only silence...the utter silence and stillness of everything. As if they were in a dead city.

“The blazing pits?” Spoke one, walking forwards without a hint of fear and looking about. Many, many chunks of rubble could be seen all over the place, and even ruined boulders they had loaded and launched. But there were no citizens panicking. No soldiers waiting for them. Not even a rowdy old man to shout at them.

She lowered her blade and shield, looking to her armed fellows, one of the males looking around and snorting out. “Cowards. They run and hide from us.” Then grinned, “Will make pillaging much easier though.” Walking forwards, yet there was an odd unease about this. It felt… strangely off.

And yet, even as they march in, they never saw a single sight of anything, even when some began breaking into a building. Hoping for some fearful citizens...but it was empty with only it’s goods. Some of them didn’t understand, as while they began sieging and breaking more of the wall to enter, too force themselves inside...Something was off.

As a gnoll snarl and shouted. “What is going on here!?”

It started first with a chittering, a very low one. The sound made the armed invaders perk or grab at their weapons. Yet, as they glanced around, nothing was there. A few snorted and brushed it off, figuring it was just some rats that were scurrying around. And yet, something was becoming obviously off.

As more came in, only then did it show. Abruptly, a slowly mounting chittering and scratching sound could be heard, right before many of the bolder, rocks and rubble-- changed color. Gone was the grey or sandy tones, instead in its place was opal shells and many, many hissing bug-like ponies that soon coated the area. The gnolls were surprised, and stunned into a moment of hesitation before they, and many other places with strange mounds, flooded with Shiftlings all giving loud agitated screeches.

“What the-” started one as another shouted. “Kill them, kill them all!” all bringing up their weapons, firing arrows as fast as they could with mages firing bolts of fire. Gnolls bringing up their shields to try to block, but they were coming everywhere! Their arrows were useless, their magic didn’t harm them-- and they were coming from all sides as large monster like versions just charged at them.

Pushing them aside and killing any that got near them, with either poison from their stingers, their fangs-- and were beyond aggressive. Large bulking ones were slowly coming in, and were slowly started to charge towards the gnolls as desperate to firing their arrows at the things-- the bulk ones were proven difficult to hurt...and were just bulldozing the gnolls as if they were nothing.

Spider like abominations were seen around, as even gnolls who spread out and try to go through alleyways were caught by silk thread traps, being killed by paralyzing poisonous fangs as they died a slow death. Fast running things kept moving around, darting, poking, and prodding at the gnolls, tiring them out from fighting or distracting as those who were injured or unable to fight as they were grabbed by workers who were dragging their bodies into the holes where they would be swarmed by more of these things.

Cowardice was not the gnoll way. But this was not in their plans, this was not a normal place to raid-- there was something here they did not have the means to fight. “Retreat, fall back, now!” One shouted, choosing life over a pointless death and ran-- or would have if three of the things didn’t next to tackle him down and start not bashing or attacking, but pry away at his armor, fangs or even stinger’s being struck into the new little openings before dying and being dragged away.

The sight of both dead, and living, gnolls being dragged away into the depths of any nearby mound of earth that they flooded out of, the message became clear. These things were taking prisoners and the dead, even with those killed, it seemed for every one, ten more took its place. It was with a general consensus of the invaders, after ten hellish minutes of chaotic combat, to run. Though fleeing, was not as easy as it sounded.

“Retreat! Retreat!” while some manage to escape from the back of the horde of gnolls-- other's weren’t so lucky, as within minutes the gnoll army was defeated with nearly half of it’s forces being dragged to underground for whatever death awaits them. And when the invaders that were in the city were dealt with? The swarm of Shiftlings will follow the scent trail of the retreating gnolls…

And acted like a flood towards the running warriors.

When those that ran came, those at the siege weapons scoffed and were prepared to go back to charging at the city and taking it down. Or, that was the plan, until the littoral flow of opal shelled bodies began to come straight for them. It was like watching a sentient river of water homing onto them, and in a brief moment of both fear and understanding, did the full retreat sound.

Much of the more heavier siege weapons were left, the sight of the fast approaching swarm convinced the gnolls that staying long enough to pack up was not an option. Taking what they could and bolting, they could hear the angry chittering and hissing that slowly rose.

At the palace, four pairs of eyes watched the whole situation play out within an hour. The sun had began to slowly set, under Celestia’s careful prodding and keeping it slightly up long enough for them all to watch the… gruesome results. The swarm reached the encampment, but didn’t go any further than that. But from there, they began to drag up whatever was in the area-- and straight back at the city where they dumped it to the side… and retreated back inside the nest.

They were silent as Harsho look through a pair of binoculars as he slowly put them down...and just mutter out. “By the Sands...that was...beyond anything I could imagine.”

Breathing in and letting out a breath, Shima said, “That was a scaled up version of how the Colony acted the first time we got attacked.” Slowly relaxing as she felt the shared agitation of the colony slowly wind down. They would be on alert, and already she knew they would be clearing rubble soon… but they were relaxing.

Nodding, Celestia spoke, “I think this shows another side that I need to consider when allowing a colony to reside in Equestria.” Like Shima said, it was like watching an ant colony get stirred up. They swarmed and went at the invaders until they were either gone or fled away. “What will become of those taken into the nest?”

Shima thought, then gramanced. “I’m not sure if I even want to know.” Being fairly honest on that point.

“Best case scenario?” started Harsho. “Quick death. Worst case scenario?” giving a sigh. “Well...we’ll see if the Shiftlings are similar to the changelings in keeping them alive for emotions...or using their bodies as fertilizer.”

Clarifying, Shima said, “I don’t think they will be happy about leaving living threats inside the Colony unless they served something else-- and as food is… well, debatable.” Then grimaced further, “I really hope they don’t want me to… use them to ‘replace’ our numbers. Invaders or not, I’m not stepping into those moral wrongs. Just…..ick!”

“I don’t think that they’ll make their mother upset by suggesting that.” assured Harsho, as he looks over the damage of his city. Frowning some of cannon fire and stones destroying a few places, and breaking the ground as he spoke. “Excuse me Princess and Shima, I need to check over a few things for the city. Find how much damage there is to,” glancing on the side of his eyes to see an odd pony as the pony motioned him to come.

Harsho however knew what exactly the pony was, as both alicorns, Shima, and even the guards for royalty and Hunters glance to the mysterious pony as Harsho come by to the pony side. Leaning his head down as they were apparently whispering something. “What?” muttered Harsho as he asked. “Are you certain?” there was only a nod and confirm whispers as asked.

“Couldn’t he-,” but was cut off as the whispering continue as the shiftlings could easily sense the sadness from Harsho as he said. “I...I see. Thank you.” letting the pony go as Princess Luna raises a brow and asked.

“Sultan Harsho, what was pony message?” then added. “And you never mention you had ponies in your employment.” Harsho sighed as he shook his head and told simply.

“Special cases. And the message was...that when the gnolls hit, some, structures from below us were heavily damaged when the wall came down. Mostly of the stoned areas as they can’t be easily fixed without some,” glancing to Shima for the subtle hint. “Scars showing in the city structure.”

Blinking some, Shima wilted some, but said, “I’ll make sure that my workers get straight on that right now.” Then turned to the princesses and said, “I should go, my daughters are going to be extremely agitated for a few days after this. Please, don’t have your Hunters get anywhere near large groups or mounds to the Colony-- they're going to be on a hairline trigger.”

“Of course, Scion Shima.” nodded Celestia with certainty, as she glanced at the Captain and said. “I will hope you stay within the palace and not stray too far without us knowing, Captain? We wouldn’t want an accidental incident coming forth on either side, do we?”

Nodding, the captain said, “If I must, I’ll fly some of my group to our ship-- after that little display? I’m not risking a fight with the swarm.”

Shima seemed to firmly nod at that, but didn’t say anything more as she made a slightly rushed walk out, her six daughters taking their posts around her, almost tightly pressing to her sides and obscuring the Scion from their eyes.

“Sultan Harsho, if I may ask, who was this friend who suggested the Colony to stay here?” asked Luna as she motioned with a hoof outside. “Because whoever they were-- seem to know that the Colony was a powerful defense force.” to which HArsho chuckled bitterly as he replied with a sigh.

“You just met him. Dejen was the one who suggested the Colony to stay here, and suggested that I hear Shima out.”

Smiling some, Celestia asked. “Do you think we are able to speak to him? That invention of his...was truly something else.” to which Harsho sighed deeply as he looks to them and admit.

“I think he’s busy at this point, very busy to say the least.”