On the microplanet of Equestria, there exists a council. This country houses the Council of Sisters. What is this 'Council'? Well, below the microplanet, there exists the Realm. Many, many years ago, Many, many planets clashed together, making a single planet probably hundreds of times of the size of a single world. Multiple species barely survived through this 'Cataclysm', repopulating sections of the massive planet....the Realm. Now, we take you to a meeting at the Council's main building, in Canterlot Castle, which has been expanded along with the rest of the city....

"CALM DOWN!!!!" Angrestia-15.3 yelled in her Royal Canterlot Voice, the entire table shutting up instantly. "Now! We will all speak one at a time! Now, what is the problem we've all been discussing?! Seriously, do I have to ask!? Like, just shut the fuck up so one can talk!" Celestia-1, the 'Canon' one, stood up from the throne located somewhere along the edge, furthest from the main door.

"Now, everypony, let's not get aggressive." Angrestia-15 growled. "Including you. So, the war against the Xenolestian Empire is starting to get bad, and we need, as much as I hate to say it, more soldiers. Now, who can spare soldiers, and, preferably *Sigh*, a lot?" NLR Luna-6 raised a foreleg, along with her SE Celestia-6 counterpart. LR Woona-2 did as well. "We, unfortunately need more soldiers."

"Yeah," NLR Luna-6 said, staring angrily at SE Celestia-6. "We need more then those pathetic Solar Empire slaves!" SE Celestia-6's face turned to one of fury.

"Oh, you're one to talk!" They began to argue, but Momlestia-7 interrupted.

"SHHH!!!! My sweet little boy is sleeping!" She was cradling a male human child, an orphan she found, in her forelegs. The arguing sisters apologized, then returned to a neutral position, staring intently at Celestia-1.

"Well, I've prepared for the event of not enough volunteers. I've invited some...one who's good at cures, and should be able to at least make a vaccine for the Potion. Unfortunately, she refused to come, instead inviting one of us to her city, with permission for their local government." Before she could say anything extra, Angrestia-15 interrupted.

"What the fuck is this bitch's problem?! Is she fucking germophobic?!" Celestia-1 stomped her hoof down, silencing her.

"Yes! This Hybrid refused to come to our city on the assumption she'd get diseases, so we'll be sending one of us there." She slid a stone tablet with runes all over it into a slot on the grand table. A massive image of the Realm appeared, zooming into an ocean. "This is where the Hybrid city, 'Rap-chant-is', I think it's pronounced, is located." She explained, pointing a hoof at the center of the map. "According to what she said, who ever we sent will go through heavy decontamination, and will be fitted with a shock collar, which is lethal." Angrestia-15 was about to complain, but celestia-1 kept talking. "She has informed us this is for security purposes, as Raptantis has little security enforcers, the only existing guards being centered at the surface towers."

"Surface towers?" Celestia-3 asked, raising a non-existent eyebrow. "Wait, they live underwater?"

"Yes, in an underwater city. Apparently they are all germophobic, it's a part of their culture. Now, who volunteers to go down there?" A glistening hoof shot up. "No."

"Why not~?" Molestia-3 asked sultrily.

"Because you'll be killed. You cannot try to...ugh...fornicate with one."

"I won't~..." Molestia-3 responded with, licking her hoof. "I promise~" Celestia regarded the pink-maned version of her with disgust.

"Fine. If you start a war...."

"I won't~" Celestia stared at her for another second before sighing, shaking her head side to side.

"Alright....Molestia-3? Dismissed. Go to Raptantis, and go help with that cure." Molestia-3 nodded, and got up, walking out the Council room doors while swaying her flank. Celestia-1 moaned in annoyance before leaning back into her throne. "Now, any other issues?"

Author's Note

This idea, for this universe, was originally thought up by...shit, I can't find the thread. Don't hate this.