Author's Note

Warning the following chapter you are about to read contains shenanigans, stupid and possibly offensive humour to weak and pitiful minds. Nothing you are about to ready in this story may make sense and was designed with little to no intelligence involved, like many modern day stories. If you wish to keep your insanity in check, turn away now.
I reccomend reading a story about Friendship and happiness.

.... If you are still here, then you read at your own risk. WARNING! WARNING! EDITING DONE BY ERIS!

(To many titles, so little space!.)

Dusk Shine against Four Mothers

Crazy Chaos Cuddles: The Revengening!

No? Um… about the Draconequus Strikes Back!

The Havocing! .... Shit....

The return of the sexiest momma around!

No, that sounds stupid. How bout

The Fantastic and beautiful revival of one Eris the Chaotic Overlord!!!

‘

Yeah that will work! Now… onto the story!’

Dusk exited out of the room, leaving a bit distraught and somewhat less than savory, even though he had a… ‘Nighterror’ that involved his dark half doing a psudeo-rape fantasy, he didn’t like what had happened.

He saw that the guards had remained and while he knew he casted and did everything right, a bit of unease passed thinking he might have missed something.

“Um, excuse me, Prince Dusk Shine?”

Dusk turned to the guard. “Yes?”

“I thought you were going to be interrogating Nightmare Moon?”

Dusk blinked and nodded slowly. “I did.”

The guard gave a small bob of his head. “I know it is not my place but to do it so quickly, your methods must be amazing if you did it in a short amount of time.”

Dusk looked at him confusingly. The alicorn then blinked and looked up towards a nearby clock and saw that it had not been more than a few minutes since he had just told the guards that he would interrogate Nightmare. A million questions did ring up in his mind, though the only one he could think of was that the dreamscape moved faster than reality.

“Huh.” Was his only reply. The guard nodded, still unaware of what really transpired and Dusk only seemed to really believe that he had been in the dreamscape/nighterror for a long period of time, when it was only a couple of minutes. Instead of trying to overthink it, he hides any negative emotions and proceeds to move on. Before he leaves, he quickly turns back to the guards.

“Nightmare is still in recovery and the… err interrogation was successful. She is walking around but no way mobile outside the room. If she tries to leave, let me or one of the doctors know right away. Only they are allowed to enter. If I need to be contacted, you can send a guard to my home.”

Both guards saluted sharply. “Right away, Prince Dusk Shine.” With another nod and a salute back, he moved on. He headed to the other room where the three remaining villianesses laid. It hurt to know that they were still trying to achieve some kind of scheme but… it was no longer world domination… in an evil way at least. Each one had a positive and negative towards them.

Eris wanted chaos just in general but… in her dream she also wanted ponies and creatures to love her for the chaos she caused.

Chrysalis still wanted to rule, at least her hive but she wanted him as her King. The down side was she did not know of her current hive’s condition and what has happened in the months since she left. That might make things difficult.

Silhouette was the same but she wanted to rule an Empire. She was a bit more tricky in that she still wanted to control her subject but… like Chrysalis wanted him as her king.

Then there were his foals. Nocturnal Night, Mirage, Screwball, and Umbra. They were fine, physically and mentally speaking but they needed their mothers. Perhaps if he can speak to them, encourage them to teach their mothers about being better than what they are. For now, they didn’t want to be evil and their goals from before seemed to drop… somehow, but their ideals remained obscure.

Shaking his head, he moved on to the room where the remaining three were. A few nurses moved around inside but the progress remained slow. He felt like he could do something right away but regressed and decided to quickly go home to check on his foals.

A short teleport later found him back home. He was almost immediately hit with the smell of pancakes, eggs, haybacon and other wonderfulness. A nanosecond later, his stomach growled loudly and he knew that he was starving, having not eaten anything since he woke up and… he lost some energy on his visit.

Making his way to the back where the kitchen was, he indeed saw that breakfast was made though there was a crowd within. The table that was in the kitchen was meant to house four ponies at best and while they were small, they did seem to take up some space.

Nocturnal Night, Umbra, Mirage and surprisingly enough, Thorax were all seated on the table. Screwball, in her draconequus form, floated overhead and watched as Spike happily cooked for the guests.

At his entrance, everyone turned. “Oh, Good Morning Dusk. Your back from the hospital? Hope everything is okay? Nox told me something happened with his momma?”

Dusk nodded though he avoided any major details. “For now, she is… slowly recovering but I can’t be fully sure she will be without her magic.”

Nox blinked upon hearing that, though he did seem content with the fact his mother is recovering. The others gave their own feedback however.

“Whatta about our mommas?” asked a somewhat sluggish sounding Mirage. Thorax was holding up the hybrid by being leaned on.

Dusk regarded the hybrid with a cock head, slightly worried. “Mirage, are you okay?”

Thorax gave him a nod, though a small bit of sympathy could be heard in his voice. “I believe Mirage overdid it with the food last night and perhaps more.” He gave a small shake of his head. “We changelings don’t have to consume a lot of food in order to be healthy. We receive very little nutrientes from most of it.”

Dusk nodded in understanding, though he did like the idea of getting lessons from Thorax. “But does that apply to a hybrid like them?” A half hearted shrug was the response. The use of call Mirage a ‘them’, ‘they’ or a non-binary name started to settle into him quickly.

“So… no pancakes for Mirage then?” Spike asked, halting the process of tossing a pancake in the air.

Mirage gave a shake of their head, giving a small smile. “Thank you Spike, I am still full from last night. Plus, you put a lot of love into the food so I am still stuffed.”

Spike glowed with the praise of his cooking and then focused on Thorax. “Thorax, you want some pancakes then?”

The shy changeling gave a small buzz of his wings in excitement, nodding softly. “Please?”

“Sure.” Spike tossed the pancake up in the air, preparing to catch it but didn’t see land. He looked up and saw Screwball had caught the pancake in mid-air and began to wolf it down. “Screwball!”

The foal/draconequus swallowed the pancake and sighed in content as she finished before looking down and seeing a crossed Spike. “Oh… sorry Spike.” She snapped her digits and another pancake popped overhead and landed back on the pan like it never was devoured by her hungry appetite.

Finishing up, he set the pancakes aside and joined the others on the table. Dusk opted to stand and eat with his foals and Thorax at the table.

“I am still trying to figure out how to help the others.” Dusk began softly, using his magic to eat. He poured syrup over his pancakes, sliced his eggs and took bite size pieces of haybacon. “I think with your mother,” He pointed the fork at Screwball. “-we could cause some chaos and that would hopefully help. Though I ask that you please do it where nopony,” A paused as he looked around. “Er… no one gets hurt.”

She gave a half serious salute. “Roger that, daddy!”

A small flash of a smile formed on him with those words before he took a few more minutes to eat. He then looked to the remaining foals. “I am pretty sure that we can get Chrysalis back with enough love, right?” He asked the changeling and the changeling hybrid.

Thorax ate slowly, trying the mysterious food in front of him. While he could feel the love that Spike poured into it, talking about his mother did sour his mood a bit.

“Chrysalis…” A small disdain came from him, though he quickly repressed it with the small look given to him by his siblings. “-she is a queen and while she could feed off of love out of anything, she is comatose. She has to be awake to take in the love.” A small wisp of warmth flooded him as he took in another bite of a well cooked haybacon.

Dusk made mental notes on what he could gather from them. “So… what’s the solution?”

Thorax swallowed and answered with a serious face. “Liquid love.”

Dusk blinked, then blinked again, then blinked once more before confusion etched all over him. “Huh?”

“Liquid love, Dusk.” Mirage clarified. “Love that is produced when a creature or creatures come together and form a bond so strong that the love magic can transform into liquid. Momma said that she was able to get the purest of it from…” A pause, with trying to remember before they gave a nod and spoke once more. “Shining Armor and Princess Cadence…” The hybrid wilted. “...uh before their wedding…” The sentence ended there.

A few thoughts ran through Dusk’s mind but it suddenly shifted to very weird answers about how liquid love came from one or two creatures who love each other that much. That their magic could turn into liquid. How can creatures produce liquid… love… from...

Oh no… Dusk’s eyes went wide and a deep shade of red consumed his face. He instantly realized what that...

Thorax instantly read his emotions, hit with the wave of dread and embarrassment and ‘not-safe-for-foals’ thinking, especially with his younger sibling almost picking up on it and yelled out- “NOT LIKE THAT!” Thorax cried out in alarm, trying to shield(physically) his sibling, causing everyone to jump in surprise. Spike jumped scared and tossed the pancake harder than before, causing a wet splat as it hit the ceiling. He almost fell down off the stool he was using for cooking, though luckily Screwball caught before he could hit the flood, bridle style.

Dusk shivered at the shrieking changeling but quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts before Mirage could pick up on it. Thorax, while still the shy one, kept her close and tried to feed her positive emotions, and steer her clear of improper thoughts from Dusk.

“Thorax what the f- mffph!” Screwball quickly held his snout tight and gave him a slight glare.

“Not in front of my siblings!” She warned and then pointed at her father with a claw. “And especially not emoting about it! This may be an R-rated fic but there are still foals here!

Dusk gulped at the pointed digit, really trying to clear his thoughts and possibly emotions, while Thorax continued to pour positive feelings to a confused Mirage.

The other two siblings looked at everyone around them, confused by the events that just happened right now. Dusk managed to clear his thoughts before pushing away the topic.

“Right…” He sighed heavily. “And I suppose I can help Silhouette just by pouring dark magic into her. Maybe grab a dark crystal or something.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Spike asked. He was still held in Screwball’s arms. He looked at her, seeing a pleased smile on her face. “Uh… Screwball?”

“Yes?” She asked sweetly.

“You mind letting me down? Thanks for the save.”

“No problem.” She still didn’t let him down yet.

“...”

A moment then. “Please?” She did so slowly and carefully. Once down, he sighed and looked up to see the pancake that lodged itself on the roof. He pointed up. “Uh… you mind?”

The pancake fell, caught by a floating pan with a small wrinkle of her nose, the pancake retained its original and non splattered shape. He pulled the pan from the magic and resumed cooking, as did everyone else who went back to eating. The glaring older changeling shifted into a sympathetic attitude. “I’m sorry for the burst there, Prince Dusk Shine but when we meant liquid love, it is actual magic that we convert from the love of two creatures into liquid. The magic is actually pulled as they are falling in love or… you know that other kind too… DON'T YOU THINK IT!” Another warning.

Dusk didn’t, he instead focused on trying to mentally write notes on the subject for later use. He just gave a nod and ate silently. Thorax continued. “Other forms of liquid love could be on actual liquids. Water, juices, oils and such.”

“How…” Dusk was about to ask but Thorax nodded his head towards Spike, who finished the last of the cooking, which included his own meal.

“The same way Spike put his love and care into the meal, is the same way some could love into the liquids they created or cherish.”

Dusk had instantly forgotten his breakfast and quickly summoned a notepad and a quill, scribbling down all the information while it was still fresh and in front of him. He looked back up and nodded to continue.

A pause by Thorax. “That’s it.”

Dusk Shine finished writing before putting it down and looking back at the changeling. “And… how much of that are we going to need to receive Chrysalis?”

Thorax and Mirage looked at each other, a silent conversation took place before Thorax looked guilty away and Mirage slumped more. Dusk saw the attitude change. “What?”

Thorax swallowed and looked back at him. “Because she is the queen and has been feeding Mirage for almost a decade, not only does she need a lot of liquid love, but she needs it from a powerful source.” A pause and he slightly shrunk. “Like… Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.”

Dusk blinked. “Well fu-chrk!” A pancake was stuffed into his mouth to keep from cursing. However the surprising culprit of said pancake stuffing was Spike. He was glaring at his older brother, not because he was about to curse, partially that, but because Dusk wasn’t eating and he spent a good time making breakfast.

“Eat now, curse later.” Dusk blinked again, nodded and chewed his food. The rest of breakfast was spent eating in silence, though Screwball’s affection for Spike grew all the more.

After breakfast was done and the dishes were clean, Dusk had decided to teach his foals on modern etiquette, history and perhaps a bit on Friendship. He was no teacher but he was also keen on trying to teach a lot of lessons to his foals.

But there was a problem and it was Spike who pointed it out. “Dusk, I love you bro, but when it comes down to lessons, you put everyone to sleep.”

“I do not!” He fired back. “Ponies just don’t appreciate the complexity of a good lesson and-”

“You once put Celestia to sleep with your lesson on, you can harness the sun’s rays and turn it into energy, and instead of telling her a simplified version, you went into huge details on each ray and each particle can hit a certain ‘panel’ as you called it.”

Dusk was red in the face but he tried to rebutte this. “She was awake, Spike! Her eyes were open!”

Deadpanned, Spike spread his own eye lids with his claws. “She put tape on her lids to keep them open, everypony in there said she was silently snoring!”

The Prince of Equestria sighed and still was red faced by hearing this. Still, it's not like everypony would fall asleep in each lecture… right?

“Then… what should I do?”

Spike let his eyelids go and pointed at a bunch of books. “We are in a library, so maybe for now, just teach them to read, and then if they really want to learn an important lesson on something, they could ask and you can help. After all, you are not a teacher.”

“No but I am a father and it's the job of a father to teach his foals.”

Spike nodded. “True, but no father should have to bore their foals to sleep and sometimes the best lessons they learn are on their own. Teach them to read a bit better and let them figure it out.”

A deep grumble left him but the fact that Spike was right, it kinda annoyed him. He did forget that he did raise him to be an assistant of sorts. He learned most of his smarts from him… and possibly his mother. Nodding he turned to his foals, who've already been pulling some books and trying to read. Thorax sat behind Mirage on a book with Umbra and Nox off to the other sections and doing the same. The only one who wasn’t reading was Screwball but she was busy exploring the tree home a little more.

Feeling like this was one of things as a father he wasn’t exactly prepared for, Dusk tried to do it the way his father did it to his three sons. Slowly and carefully, but careful intentions and interactions from the heart.

For the next hour, Dusk guided and worked with his foals by helping them with their reading. They were not illiterate in any way, far from it, but larger or complex words did escape them. Even Thorax had questions on a few words.

What he had quickly deduced is that while their mothers did help them in their vocabulary, they didn’t learn words the same way a normal foal would. Instead, during sleep they were fed into their minds what literature and words into vivid pictures(Nightmare Moon) while giving them a proper way to interact with said objects(Eris) were their lessons. They also learn equity and physical interactions with ponies(Chrysalis). They also learned along with patience and… oddly enough injury and pain(Silhouette).

Umbra briefly explained that while in that realm, there was no physical threat to them, outside of starvation which never happened. They had to learn what injuries and pain was, almost shocking him thinking the mothers were being abusive. However, a quick clarification by Thorax(reading their emotions), was to show them what it meant and not to be afraid to explore but beware of the dangers of the world. Along with that, pain was part of life and how you can learn from it and avoid it in many instances.

Dusk then learned that the realm had no name but just was. Indescribable, unending but a calm area of a reality where nothing made sense, but nothing was horrific. A side comment away from their ears, Thorax said that in order to not be tormented or grow up traumatized by the realm, they had most of their minds closed off to what the realm was exactly and that they only lived ‘somewhere else.’ A blessing in disguise but only when he realized that it was made this way to not ruin their foal hoods with bad memories.

After the hour, Dusk then moved onto Friendship and interactions with how to be friendly. In this case, he decided to go out and bring in a few friends.

Screwball floated in front of them. “Can I bring them here? It would be faster and less time consuming, both for the story and for us.”

Dusk blinked and even wondered if that was a good idea.

“Of course it is!” Screwball answered happily as if reading his thoughts. “Though maybe we could start with Pinkie Pie?”

The door of the tree house practically flew open with a loud bang and a ‘Pinkie’ blur made its way into the library floor. “No need! I’m already here!”

Dusk blinked again, already used to Pinkie Pie’s… well Pinkieness. But now it felt downright disturbing that with her here and Screwball here, this might be a chaotic event that could wake up Eris.

“My Pinkie sense told me that a friend is in need and a friend in need is a friend in deed!” She practically bounced. Screwball was merrily floating around her and was just as excited to have her here. She then bounced up to Dusk.

“So whatcha’ need Dusky ole’ buddy, ole pal?” The pink mare continued to bound in place as she spoke up to him.

Dusk’s left eye twitched before he breathed in and breathed out, taking in his best friend’s spontaneous attitude and managed to give a warm smile.

“Good Morning Pinkie. Yes, I did need you and that is to help my foals with their lessons on friendship.”

Pinkie let out a loud gasp and excitedly began bouncing a lot faster in place, breaking the laws of physics yet again. “YESYESYES!!!! OKAYTELLMEWHATTODOILLDOANYTHINGYOUWANTMETOHANDLEANDEXPLAINEVERYTHINGABOUTFRIENDSHIPANDALLMYWORDSAREFORMINGTOGETHERCAUSETHISISHOWAPARAGA-MHMPHM!!MM!!”

Dusk used his magic to quietly shut Pinkie’s mouth gently and the strained smile was still present. “Pinkie… I appreciate your help in any way but please remember that while I have no doubt you and my foal Screwball will be fantastic friends, I would still remind you that the others are not as… enthusiastic as her. Case in point…” He motioned to Thorax and Mirage, whom Thorax had transformed… fearfully into Yax shield of sorts… with eyes, while Mirage’s head poked right behind it a bit, every bit as scared as Thorax.

Somehow in that short time and briefly noticed by Dusk, both of his sons had used their magic and created a book fort(something that reminded him instantly of his own youth) and had books covering their bodies likes armor, while they also had used blank papers and scrolls and turned them into makeshift swords. The swords were held in their magic but floated in front of their fort protectively with their eyes poking through a makeshift peep hole.

The use of paper was a waste that irked him, only to be overshadowed by the fact that they did it in such a short period of time and with ease. He wondered which mother taught them that.

Pinkie saw the timid foals and decided to relax. While she didn’t completely fall in her mood, she did ease down a bit and just kept her smile. “Sure Dusky, no problem.”

Sighing in relief, he gave an appreciative nod. “Thank you Pinkie. Now, I am sure you can teach what you can, but for now, keep it down. And…” He blinked and realized that Pinkie had not freaked out about Thorax, who while still a shield, was being swayed to and fro by Mirage to get him to change back.

He opened his mouth, pausing in stop before softly slumping a bit. “You knew about Thorax already?”

Pinkie nodded. “Mhmm! I know everypony in Ponyville, so when I saw a new pony, I realized that he needed a party but every time I tried to catch up to him, he disappeared. And then my Pinkie sense told me that something was amiss with this certain pony and then, I realized-” A large gasp left her, more of a memory than anything. “-He’s a changeling! BUTTTT!!!!! He was a friendly one and he was the same one I felt passed us in the hospital. And then I realized he couldn’t be a threat but he may be a shy changeling…”

She kept going on and on and on and Dusk’s brain had a small short circuit for the rest of the conversation. After a few moments, reality slowly returned when Pinkie was waving her hoof in front of his face. “Yoohoo! Dusky! I stopped talking already!” She blew a raspberry at him. “Geeze, you think that ponies would get used to me ranting on and on but if you start talking about your sciency stuff, you expect everypony not to fall asleep!”

“HA! Told you!” That came from Spike.

Ignoring his little brother, Dusk refocused on Pinkie. “Okay… so you knew of Thorax, but you didn’t tell anyone else right?”

“Well I wanted to… but I felt like that episode in the season hasn’t come up yet, so nope!” The plastered smile remained.

Dusk looked towards Thorax and just gave him a glance. “It’s alright Thorax, you can trust Pinkie and she is harmless… mostly.”

The moment the changeling transformed back, Pinkie was bounding on her hooves almost bursting with excitement though Dusk quickly added, “Pinkie no parties,” She deflated that.

“Awww.”

He paused then sighed. “At least not yet. Maybe… when we can help the foals' mothers.”

She turned to look at him.

“Why them?”

He assumed she knew this but he felt like this could work in his favor. Though he decided to keep it on the down low and whisper to her ear.

As he did so, Pinkie’s eyes grew impossibly large and her body was literally vibrating in place to the point she was a blur. However, he quickly placed a hoof on her, which also vibrated with the mare, to calm down.

“Pinkie, I first need to heal them, then we can do it okay? No planning, nothing until then, got it?”

The vibrating mare stopped and she gave a salute. “You can count on me, Dusk.”

He knew instantly that if she and Screwball were to join forces in some way or form, they would definitely cause enough chaos to wake up Eris…

Wait… what would be the best way to ensure that Eris would wake with as much chaos as possible without harming anyone in the way. What was more chaotic than two beings of natural disorder than Screwball and Pinkie?

…

…

“...I accept any and all chaos around me and I fully embrace the chaotic nature of everything around me…”

Those were the words that left him and Dusk felt a slow and dark chill run down his spine as both Screwball and Pinkie Pie looked at him both curiously and with odd grins.

He swallowed. Dusk could already feel a shift in the magical spectrum and he realized that with words like that or perhaps more, Eris would wake no doubt about it. He then turned to his other foals who seemed to catch on and were also a bit nervous. “Father?” Nox asked, lowering down the paper mache sword and lifting up his. “Is… is momma Eris gonna wake up next?”

Dusk nodded though he gave a brief smile. “Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen…” He turned to Screwball. “Right?”

A shrug and a lion paw patted his head. “Don’t worry daddy, I’ll make sure you will survive.”

A very bad twitch shook his body.

(Transition to the Hospital with a nice fade)

Dusk had decided that with as much courage and magic he could muster, he was going to have to do the impossible and that was to allow entropy and disharmonic attitude into his being. Perhaps that was Eris’s dream in truth, to allow Eris to be herself, to allow chaos reign but doing it by her side with a big smile on his face.

He had the foals be watched by Spike once more, but also had Thorax help out. He also decided that if he needed help with love when it came down to Chrysalis, instead of having Cadence, because he wasn’t sure if she would either kill Chrysalis or Shining Armor would, he would instead reach out to another source of powerful love.

His parents.

The need for grandfoals was so high up there in the love meter that he was sure that if they were to be introduced to his parents, especially his mother, that would be enough of magic to revive the former queen of the changelings. He sent the note through Spike and expected no later than tonight that they would arrive.

His mother did not waste any fucking time whatsoever in replying back… She will be here soon.

At the hospital, the trio that were to revive Eris had come up to the room which held her and the others. Dusk contacted the doctor to have her move to another room that was more secured and sectioned off.

“Prince Dusk Shine, while I understand that you are a prince of Equestria, I in good conscience can not go around and move the patients all without proper procedure.”

Dr. Horse was very deadpanned about it and the stoic and some hard looks he was getting from both Pinkie and Screwball, did not deter him. Dusk sighed and nodded in understanding.

“I know doc, but the only way we can have her recover is by Not doing everything in order. She is a being of perpetual chaotic entropy of mismatched disharmonic magic.” Dusk stressed that as much as possible. “She will recover if you do what you are not supposed to do. Yes, I am aware that they are becoming slowly mortal or whatever is draining them but I would also remind you that she will make as much chaos. That includes you filling her bag of iv fluids with chocolate, stuffing her pillow with bricks and just saying random stuff that makes no sense..."

“...I’d rather not hear, Prince Dusk.” Doctor Horse interrupted. “However, I can only trust that you will do what you need to do and I can’t stop you because frankly… I stopped caring after you said ‘fill her ‘I.V’ with chocolate.” The pony sighed so heavily that whether it was dramatic or not, had the abdept to make Dusk wince. “Celestia knows I’m not paid enough to deal with this horseapples.” A pause and he focused on him for a moment. “Excuse my language Prince.”

At the same time, Pinkie, Screwball and Dusk answered simultaneously.

“I've/He’s heard worse.” Both Pinkie and Screwball gasped and turned to point at each other and one hoof/paw at Dusk. “Jinx!!! You owe me a cupcake!!”

Another pause. “Double Jynx!!!”

At that point the doctor retreated rapidly without another word. Dusk didn’t blame him, though he did envy him. With him out, he moved to the room where Eris was and sure enough, she was still being tended to like a normal patient. He approached the double extended bed and reached out his magic with it. Screwball and Pinkie got close and with a burst of magic from his horn, he teleported them all.

In a part of the hospital, less used and away from most of the patients, the group arrived. Knowing they were safe from doing any real harm and hopefully damage, Dusk looked at his two companions. “Ready?”

Screwball snapped her talons and instantly, the trio were dressed in clown suits, make-up, shoes and the works, though the serious look on their faces was traumatizing hysterical.

“We're ready, daddy!”

Dusk shine felt this was gonna hurt his psyche once more but hopefully… less damaged.

With a squeak of his red nose, he put on a rubber mask made of underwear. “Right, let's cause discord!”

The trio literally spent the next twenty seconds doing absolute nonsense that wouldn't make sense even for a comedic standpoint or a foals show. The I.V bag had been filled with liquid chocolate, her pillow was not filled with bricks but with squeaky chickens. Screwball conjured up a blanket made of taffy, her heart monitor remained but instead of a steady, annoying beeping, it was replaced with the sound of a duck’s quack at every beat.

Lastly, he knew that while chaos was the part of her revival, it was the changing of something ‘accord’ and turn it to ‘discord.’ That would be… himself.

Turning to both females in front of him, he put forth his heart and soul into this and for the sake of his foals, he would endure whatever came from this ordeal. Clearing his voice, he started with Pinkie.

“Pinkie?” The pink mare turned to him.

“Yes, Dusky?”

A slow start, he gave a warm and sincere smile. “I love you for who you are, I accept your randomness in every way possible, you Pinkie sense is chaotic and I accept that there is no explanation because you are Pinkie. Everytime you come near me, insanity is bound to happen and I… fully appreciate you bringing it into my life.”

Pinkie had remained silent for a moment before her body started spontaneously shifting and bouncing and twisting before she settled down and stared at Dusk incredibly. “Wow… that was a huge doozy, Dusky!”

The quacks from the monitor came in rapid succession and Eris began to twitch before it all stopped. Dusk cursed silently, knowing it was not enough before he turned to Screwball.

“Screwy?”

The draconequus hybrid looked at her father. “Yes daddy?”

A laugh left him. “I love you Screwball. I know that we only knew each other for a day or so but I love knowing you are my daughter. Whatever mischief and anarchy that you bring to my life, along with your siblings, as long as you are safe, happy and making other ponies feel the same, I will always love you.”

The quaking started going crazy and the smell of cotton candy and pine-sol soon filled the air.

Screwball felt so relieved and so full of emotion that she slammed into her father with a fierce and loving hug that literal hearts started to pop all around her.

Dusk felt something crack but… he knew that he had to fully adhere to his words. With a painful struggle, he tried to equally wrap his daughter in a tight hug and instantly caused her eyes to bulge and her body to squeeze in itself, causing her laughter to come out like a squeaky cartoon.

The quaking was off the chart and a flow of magical energy started to swirl around Eris. Her body slowly began to heal any damages or weakened areas in her body. Her color was slowly returning and her eyes were fluttering but remained closed.

The trio remained hopeful that it was working but the mother remained silent and slept. It was not enough? Dusk grunted and slowly removed himself. He had to really put some effort into this now? Then a thought that if this were really supposed to be a chaotic scenerio, Dusk had to do something so spontaneous that it would wake her the fuck up.

Blinking, he saw that her mouth remained in a steady position, like if it was waiting for something. She needed something…

He approached her head, leaning in close and both fillies were watching in wide-eyed anticipation on what his next move would be. Dusk leaned close to her head, feeling the warmth and ignoring all sound in the world, breathing very close to her.

“Eris… I can’t say that I fully understand why you do the things you do but I know that there is… no harmony without disharmony. There is no life without chaos, that to be without you, is to be miserable. What is and always will be a certain charm and hertic of beauty to what you wish to accomplish. The world isn’t ready yet for a fully powered creature like you but I can say that they should give you a chance. The world is chaotic but many are to blind to see, so, if there is any chance for the world to see it, they would need a mare… a girl… a draconequus like you.”

Filly and mare leaned in wide eyed as his mouth was near hers, always waiting in anticipation that he might lean in and kiss…

Dusk immediately diverted south and hovered downward towards her belly and he began blowing raspberries onto her fur. Both females went shell shocked as the immediate effect of hearing Dusk blowing into Eris’s belly started to have an affect.

… that being that Eris began to bounce in place, a soft spasm of sorts consumed her body and slowly, a small tremble of her voice began to leak out. It was low murmurs before a small blow of air, the quacks of the monitor long turned into a single extensive noise. Out of nowhere, Eris began to laugh hysterically and her body jumped in place.

Dusk pulled back as the mismatched form of the female began to fully arouse(heh) from sleep as her yellow eyes opened up and her first sight was… a dashingly handsome purple alicorn. Next was that he was in a clown costume and a force blush overshadowed the white make-up he had on.

“D-Dusky?”

Despite the blush, he managed to give a small, nervous smile. “Hey Eris… welcome back.”

“Mommy!” Screwball flew to her mother at near breakneck speed but just like Nyx before her, Dusk quickly caught her, this time physically. His arms wrapped around the filly but was instantly pulled into a hug by none other than Eris, who wrapped them both into a fierce hug.

Pinkie suddenly jumped in. “Yay! Hug group!”

Now Dusk was squished in the middle of a draconequus, a hybrid and a pony. All three were just as energetic, crazy, hyper and squeezing the ever living life out of him and he wasn’t sure if this was all intentional or not but… he knew that now that the Mistress of Chaos was awake, things were about to get a lot more… stranger.

‘Oh fuck no you ain’t leaving me wet and dangling, author! I’ve waited long enough and I ain’t doing a fucking part 2! Get your lazy ass back on that keyboard and finish my fucking story! I need to get laiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!!!!!’

‘Gross…’

‘You missy, you're not going to be seeing any of this and if I catch you, you're gonna be in so much trouble!’

A disappointed ‘plomp’ later and Eris turned back to the screen. ‘Now, lets get passed this stupid interlude and get back to clop scene, now!!!’

Once they all separated, Eris held onto Screwball longer while the other two let go.

“Oh, my little Screwy! I can’t wait for all the fun we are gonna have now! All the chaos and mischief that we're gonna cause!”

Dusk cleared his throat. Eris paused and looked at him. Dusk gave her a cocked eyebrow.

“Right… party pooper here…”

“Not really,” Pinkie gave a huff. “He helped you, didn't he? He went against his own normal code of conduct to get you back. He is even trying very hard not to go back against his word-” A pause, then she soldemed a bit. “Especially after what happened before.”

Now the atmosphere dropped and Eris felt like a very bad and sad noodle. Sighing, she nodded. “Right.” Turning to Dusk, she snapped her claws and Pinkie and Screwy disappeared and all the chaotic clown stuff was removed. She gave a small hiss as her palms suddenly smoked over the amount of magic used. This just left him and the chaos goddess incarnate.

Dusk didn’t feel scared but his guard was up. “Eris.” That word alone made her feel uneased. While the darkness that once plagued him right before they were banished was gone, the undeniable proof that he still held immense power plagued her inner psyche.

She looked at him with guilt.

“Look Dusk… I know that right now isn’t the best time to deal with this but I do need to come back from all this.”

“Chaos is part of life,” Dusk responded, bobbing his head up and down. “I know that without it, the world would be in turmoil. Change is chaos, life is heretic and more than anything, you must do what you can to stay you.”

A nod though just as she was about to speak he cut her off. “That doesn’t mean that you will go around and cause misery for ponies everywhere you go. It took a long time to convince many of them that chaos is everywhere and you were the embodiment that existed for a reason. At the same time, I know that you would never kill a pony or a creature because that is the end of chaos itself.” He sat down and looked to where Pinkie and Screwball once stood. “I know that… they are also the reason that chaos can be a good thing. Something meaningful, something that can bring joy and laughter.”

He frowned and vivid images came from his last encounter with her, causing him to close his eyes. “But what you did was not chaos. What you did to me was…”

“Agony, torment, brainwashing and building an unprecedented amount of magic and anger that fueled you enough to become… him.”

A shadow passed over him and Eris felt a dark chill run down her spine. She feared that Nightfall returned and…

The second it took for to register the shadow, Nightfall was in front of her, staring at her like a demon out of Tartarus. Tall, evil, darker than night and eyes staring into her soul.

Her weaker form almost made her heart give out, if not for the fact that she blinked and once more, Dusk remained where he was at, unchanged. He hadn’t even looked up at her yet.

She shook her head, passing it off before she lowered down to his level. “Dusk?” He looked up and staring back at her was those same violet eyes that filled her dreams and her heart with desire. “I can’t stay enough apologizes or pull out enough ‘begging-for-forgiveness’ quotes from soap operas or rom-coms, but I can promise that as long as Screwy and those other foals are in my life, I will try and be a good draconequus for their sake.”

The words seemed genuine and it sounded much better than what Nightmare Moon had said. Still, he was willing to give the chaos lord a second chance since they had a daughter together.

“Fine but I will ask Screwy to keep your hectic levels down.”

Eris magicked enough of a broken halo over head, which flickered irregularly. “I'll stay a good noodle for our little noodle.”

The halo promptly dropped and broke into pieces. He stared at the broken pieces before turning away. “Right, well you are not at full power so something tells me that we need to increase that in some capacity so you don’t… you know die or something.”

“Ahh, I’m glad to know you still care about me that you are willing to cause some chaos just to keep me alive.”

Dusk looked up at her and gave a small nod though he gave her a concerning gaze. “I am doing this for her, for them. I would be heartless to allow their mothers to be taken away out of hate or revenge.”

Eris was about to say something but Dusk cut her off. “Look, right now, I can’t afford to lose any of you. As is, there are four foals that need their mothers and as much as I want you back to help me raise them, I need to know how to restore you back to normal… without the need of involving more harm to the local populace.”

Eris gave pause, trying to figure him out and any angle he had but came up short because of his chaotic help earlier. The draconequus gave him a soft smile.

“I will do anything for Screwy and our foals, so I promise that I will never harm you, nor anypony-”

“Any creature!” Stated Dusk.

“-Any creature. I will only use my powers to help… in the most chaotic way!”

He felt like that was the best he could do and gave a half hearted nod with a sigh. “That is… the best I can hear from you. So with that out of the way, how can we help you regain your magic back?”

“Well… not to be a donkey downer(no offense author) but in a way, you, at least part of you, is the reason I lost my magic. When you took it away, you kept some of it with you but suppressed it due to your ascension so... you could give it back.”

Dusk blinked owlishly at her, like this was vastly and cosmically unsettling news to him but his brain had to slowly reboot on that processed information. He couldn’t…

Seeing this she gave a small nod. “Yeah and that is not the least of it.” Once more he blinked and a bit of worriedness came over him. “If you give it back, it has to be in a most chaotic and unusual way of doing that.”

He gave a quick answer. “Whatever it takes.”

She responded just as quickly. “You have to fuck me.”

He responded back with. “Except doing that.”

She countered with. “That’s the only way.”

He argued. “I seriously doubt that.”

She pushed on. “It's the most chaotic way.”

He whined. “That has to be a dumb excuse.”

She grinned. “Exactly! Because chaos can be dumb!”

He shrunk down. “Why?”

She leaned down at him. “Cause chaos! And chaos can be sexy too!”

Dusk swallowed and he gave a small shake of his head. “I… I just had an earlier session with Nightmare.”

Eris blinked at this. “Really? Moony got to you first again, huh? Figures since she popped your cherry, she might be the one to try and regain her power back that way.”

Now Dusk looked peeved. “What do you mean that way?”

Eris gave a small bob of her head. “Well… I mean, the first time we ever gave you a piece of our magic is when we did the dark version of ‘50 Shades of Neigh’ so part of us got stuck with you… literally and when you took all our magic, it stuck. Now for each of us to gain it back, you have to do the ‘Horizontal Monster Mash’, ‘doggy style’, or the ‘cowpony’ on all of us.”

“That… doesn’t make any se-” A pause, a sigh and a shake of his head. “Okay, with you, it's not supposed to make sense but how does that include the others?”

Eris gave a sad smile. “Again, you took a bit of us with you when we… did the ‘bad’ thing, you can give it to us by doing the ‘bad’ thing back to us.”

“No, absolutely not!” He growled. “I will not go down that level, especially for revenge. It’s bad enough Nightmare tricked me into raping her in a faux dreamstate.”

Eris slumped and her whole attire dropped. Sadness consumed her and she even went teary eyed for a moment. “She… She really went through with it?”

He looked a bit confused at her state but gave a slow nod. “Yeah… she tricked me-”

“It wasn’t a trick,” She cut him off, rubbing her palms together. “She truly believed that if there was any way you could forgive her or any of us; for you to give us our magic back, that you need to do to us what we did to you. When we were stuck in ‘limbo’, she would cry or yell about how she/us deserved to be treated just as badly as we did to you. Day after day, week after week… year after year; time irrelevant and all, she would cry in hysteria that should we ever come back, that she would throw herself in chains and make sure that you would-”

“Enough!” He barked, feeling his heartbeat at pace but his emotions raking up in such turmoil that he was trying to hold everything back. “I am not! I will NOT! Be like that! I suffered for months on becoming Nightfall and I will do anything not to be him again!” He then looked up at her, tears falling down his own face. “I-I cannot do that, especially with the foals!” He moved closer to her and laid a hoof on her open palm. “If you four swear to me that you will forgo your evil ways and help me raise our foals, I promise I will never seek revenge and I will throw myself in front of any of you if the Princesses of Equestria doesn’t accept you or anyone else!”

“I… don’t think you should,” Eris responded, though she squeezed his hoof with her lion paw. “We are not worth the trouble…”

“No… but they are. Our foals are worth the trouble. And… I just don’t want any more conflict between us.”

The former villianess gave him a once over before a small, pleased smile came over her. She leaned down to where their faces nearly met. “You know… the best thing a stallion like you could ever say to a mother is that you are dedicated to taking care of their young.”

Dusk swallowed at the closeness but didn’t lean back. It pretty much was inevitable what was going to happen. He couldn’t even make the lame excuse of being tired with Nightmare because of his Alicorn stamina and recovery.

Something already stirred within his loins.

“I-I have to… They are my foals.”

“That they are,” She whispered close, their tears long goe. She was so close that he could smell her breath. It smelled like bubblegum. “-And I know that you didn’t expect them in your life but it does kind of turn me on knowing that you took them in without regret or anger.” Her arms reached around his head.

He didn’t fight back. “They are just foals and are innocent.”

She nodded, her grin breaking to a small smile but she stayed close. Using what energy she could, she lifted his front so that he could meet her eyes as he stood on his hind legs while she sat down with her legs splayed out. Out of the corner of his eyes, not even peering or even glancing, he saw Eris’s slit. Small, pink but visible and he knew that she had kept it hidden up until this point.

Despite trying to remain unaffected, he remained focused on the ex-villainess. “I-I’m still unsure of what this would accomplish other than make us at odds with one another.”

“Odds, equals, chaos or harmony, it's all relative.” Eris gave a small coo. She then brought them both up on the gurney, despite the awkward rails and the harsh cushion, she made it so she laid once more on it with him on top of her. However and purposely, she aligned her thigh with his, so that his sheathe pressed against her slit. Only she had been getting aroused and since there was no magic involved, it was natural, it was self-created and it was starting slow.

Dusk on the other hoof was beginning to feel and smell the effects Eris was Naturally dishing out. His vague and abused memory of her original scent before was of vanilla and some other sweet mixture. Here… it was still vanilla but it was not overwhelmingly sweet, but also some natural ‘mare’ musk and some other additives. While it was something he had somewhat grown used to like growing up with his mother, Princess Celestia and now with the girls, this was a want; a need for her.

She began a slow grind against him to provoke his organ from leaving its protective sheath. “This is all you Dusk,” she said softly to his ear. “I won’t let my emotions take over or even allow me to control you fully. You have to give this freely and with consent.”

“I’Il t-try.” He answered with heated cheeks. Dusk could feel his head already leaving and pressing against her body. The bulbous head growing longer and harder by the seconds. It already passed her slit and going up her abdomen.

He blushed profusely but felt like he had already passed the point of shyness or embarrassment, let alone not having a clue of what to do. Letting his instincts and body do what came naturally rather than what he had read in a book, he began to grin against her. His already hard shaft had fully emassed and was promptly humping over her slit. Natural and unaltered secretions left her slit as it was being teased and rubbed.

What he hadn’t fully known was how easily Eris was to turn on and effectively get her to achieve a climax. Since it was magic that protected and encompassed her body, she really didn’t allow harmful or any kind of sensation to touch her physical form. So with the loss of most of her magic and the tingling feelings that he gave her, it spiked her arousal tenfold.

He hadn’t even entered her yet when she began moaning and secreting her fluids like a clogged water fountain. “Fuuuuuuu…” She moaned as her head went all the way back against the gurney. “I-I forgot-t how easy it was to get wet.”

Dusk still was blushing and was even more so with the fact that his entire cock, lower belly and balls were now coated in Eris’s sweet smelling secretions. The texture was also sticky but not too thick. His bulbous head was already spreading her slit open and smearing his own pre-seed across their lower bellies, creating an atmosphere of sex and sweets.

The alicorn prince was softly panting now and he felt so desperate that without so much as a consensual nod, he pressed his cock head down and hard into Eris’s awaiting opening. The draconequus gave a deep moan and wrapped her arms and legs instantly around the stallion. He felt himself given more permission than necessary and anchored himself deep into the tight and warm depts if the chimera.

Her walls clamped onto him like a venus flytrap, squeezing and clenching his shaft. She dared not let him go and he hoped to stay in. Unlike his encounter with Nightmare, this felt natural and uninhibited by magic. His senses were intuned with his body and movements were his own.

Eris was in a pure ecstatic state having his much natural stallion in her body. Just like him, it was all natural and taking him in without magic use. Every inch of her pussy was filled and stretched by his cock-(had he gotten bigger or was it because she had no magic?)-to the point where despite her height difference, his shaft managed to seek her womb and press its head snuggly up the entrance. That was enough to cause a squelching sound to leave between them and their fluids to smear and spread across their bodies and drip onto the bed.

Balls deep and hips meeting, the duo managed to become closer to each other than ever before. Eris managed to gain enough energy to lift her head back up and look down at the stallion before her.

“That was epic.” She mewled out. Her red eyes met his own violet ones and for a moment, they had a connection. What it was became unknown to them but it begged where it may go in the future.

He finally got a conformational nod and he slowly pulled back out of her, the loud sound of suction leaving her pussy, not wanting to let him leave. A torrent of pussy juice seemed to geyser out of her and it took him to realize that this was her having an orgasm. A natural one with her body convulsing and her moans echoing the room around them.

He felt his stomach, cock and balls get doused in her fluids and the smell of vanilla overwhelmed him. Instead of allowing this moment to go to waste, he decided to adhere to her needs and begin his natural instinct to breed her.

He slipped almost all the way out, leaving only the front flare of his head by the entrance before sinking back into her waiting hole. The draconequus wrapped as much of her larger frame around his. The alicorn didn’t object and hugged her frame with his front hooves until his fetlocks almost went under her back. Now he had angle and leverage.

Not hesitation went into this and for the first time, since they met, he wanted this as much as she did. The need for this became something more than just feeding her the magic he stole. It became a reconcile, a driving point for him and for her.

He slammed back in with force, causing a powerful surge of pleasure and magic to jumpstart her healing. While she had noticed it, she forgot all about that part and focused on the wonderful stallion on top of her, as he fucked her like the animal he was. Dusk thrusted with all the force he could muster, while also focusing on trying to keep his mate happy.

His head laid against her upper chest and lower neck area, where her scent flooded his nostrils. Again, without much magic to inhabit her body, she smelled like a normal mare but a large hint of sweet and spice. The way she held him with her arms was something no other mare could do. Her legs wrapped around his smaller frame as he continued his vigorous thrusting into her.

His mind had long forgotten their earlier plight, finding solace that he was in somewhat in charge of this situation. Hearing her moans, feeling her arms brush or pull his mane as he fucked her.

The juices that flowed between them had long matted and moistened the gurney bed below them. The air stank of sweetness and sex, the room echoed their moans and groans, followed by the thick slaps of body against body. Eris had never had orgasms come as naturally as this.
Her body managed to already release three orgasms, spraying her natural juices between them, causing so much of a mess. A natural, beautiful, and chaotic mess that had been slowly fueling her magic mana.

Dusk was starting to feel his own climax, though it took some time to recharge after Nightmare’s session. He was trying to hold on for as long as possible and it did help in some capacity. Yet as his thrusts continued almost non-stop, something inside of his mind was stirring and he remembered the moment when he was with Nightmare. Eris was a mare just like her...

Nightfall held her in his gasp, larger than her, more powerful than her. He was on top, he was in charge and he was her god…

Eris’s eyes snapped open as a sudden surge of energy poured out of him and an eerie sense came over her, disrupting her ecstacy for a moment. She felt a sense of fear come over her then… Dusk slammed back into her harder than before, triggering another orgasm from her, making her cry out in almost hysteria at the sudden shift of emotions.

Dusk snorted, taking in deep heavy breaths as he felt his balls tightening and his cock-tip flaring. He could feel her walls squeezing him for all its worth, her pussy begging for his seed to once more fill her caverns. Not out of need to breed, but the need to recieve something more.

With a grunt and a sharp huff, Dusk tightened his hindquarters as well as his front hooves around her midsection as he finally released his seed.

The draconequus gave the loudest of moans as she hugged him tightly and kept him deep within her womb, feeling his surge of seed flood her body once more. This time, it was consensually given and it felt so good! Like a hose, he fired a thick stream of liquid hot stallion spunk that seemed to be more powerful than before. Her own body failed to contain it, pouring out of her cunt like a geyser, not only spilling his seed but adding more to the horrible mess around them with her own climaxing pussy.

Despite being held tightly against her body, he pulled and slammed back on her, trying to prolong his orgasm, pushing his body to the limits on how he split his cum into her. His lower half fully basked in their fluids that was signifying their session as well as what had needed to happen in order for the magic to work. And it worked.

A rush of energy filled Eris and just like Nightmare, while she hadn’t fully recovered, her body slowly and surely replenished itself.

Dusk also felt relief as well, as something had been released and a huge weight had been lifted from him. None of that had anything to do with his ballsack, but it did leave a huge tingle down there.

Eris gave a sigh as her chaotic magic returned. “Ah… chaos reboot.” She paused and sighed. “Damn, that would have been a better chapter title.” She then looked toward the drained stallion before her and leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead below his horn.

Dusk gave a blink, unsure of why she kissed him but he welcomed it. Eris pulled him up slightly and pressed her snout near his. “For Screwball, for them.”

A bit of joy filled his heart and he brushed back. “For Screwy, for them.” Her shortened name just fueled the fire and the desire to go at it again, but more than anything, this felt like a secure way to stay in his good graces and maybe one day, his heart. The two settled for a moment and for the first time ever since their paths have met multiple times, they seemed content to be with one another.

But even Eris couldn’t predict what happened next. The door opened from the other end in came Dr. Horse along with Nurse Redheart, who seemed to have stumbled in with their own exchange of kisses and passionate grouping. Both Dusk and Eris jumped upon the intrusion and saw the duo had yet to even notice them as they slobbered all over each other.

Judging by their noises, they were fully deep into one another, down to the point where they noticed Dr. Horse was fully amassed with his cock swinging while Redheart was leaving a dripping trail right behind her.

Dusk felt suddenly awkward upon seeing this despite his recent session with Eris. It also didn’t help that he had just pulled back into his shethe. Eris was enjoying the spectacle.

Just as they became too engrossed with one another, Horse quickly circled Redheart and mounted her, preparing to breed her, however… both opened their eyes on time to see they were not alone.

Their eyes landed on Dusk and Eris who, judging by the state of the room of scent and scene, realized that they were not the only ones who wanted to use this area for their own purposes.

Neither pony moved though Eris smiled at them and made a heart shaped symbol with her palms. “I ship it! Though Cotton Candy Princess might take issue with that.” Another pause between them all before Dusk cleared his throat and spoke evenly. “Doctor patient confidentiality and Royal Pardon of Secrecy should be stated here and now, agree?”

Dr. and Nurse quickly nodded. “Agreed.”

Dusk nodded and then turned to Eris. “Let’s then clean up here and let them have this room.”

“Aww… I haven’t read a ship between these to yet, let alone see it in action.” A huff and a small snap of her talons, both disappeared, along with any signs or fluids that showed that they had any kind of session here to begin with.

Dr. and Nurse waited a few minutes to make sure they were really secure before resuming their own sessions.

Eris and Dusk appeared back at the house, where the foals, Pinkie, Thorax, and Spike were all a half circle table. All of them had cards in each hand/hoof/paw with Spike wearing a cap and a tuxedo. An intense look was present on each face. Though the only one who wasn’t playing was Mirage, who was standing by Thorax. The colts seemed to be the most relaxed of the foals, having poker faces that could match Big Mac’s. Screwball kept switching her face or outright trying to throw her siblings and Pinkie off.

“What the-frkk!” Eris shoved a cupcake in Dusk’s mouth as he was about to swear. This was becoming a theme today and he did not like it one fucking bit.

“Oh!” Eris cooed softly. “Our foals are playing a card game.” Dusk looked at her incredulously at not seeing how bad and serious it was that the foals were learning how to gamble, let alone already seeming to be in several rounds. Chewing the cupcake, he watched in somewhat disbelief as the foals continued to play. Umbra had the most chips with Nox not too far behind. Then it was Mirage, Screwball and lastly Pinkie, whom despite having nothing, seemed content just having fun.

None of them had noticed the arrival of Eris and Dusk other than Spike and Mirage, both who gave silent waves before focusing back on the game.

Spike laid down the final cards from the deck and for a moment, tenacity happened as they all looked at the card before them.

“Full house!” Threw down Pinkie, showing her cards.

The others groaned and threw down their cards except Umbra who gave a snort and laid down his cards. “Royal Flush,” He flashed more kings on his hoof. A grin worked its way to his face. “I win again!”

Eris clapped in delight. “Oh, good job, my little Sombrero Umbrella! You are as cunning and tactful as your mother!”

All the foals turned to see their parents arrived, though Umbra sulked at the nickname given. “Momma!” Screwball cheered once more flying at her mother at breakneck speeds. This time, Dusk ducked and moved out of the way. As they reconciled, the others began to clear the table.

“Momma Eris is awake and so is Momma Nightmare, are our mothers next, father?” Asked Umbra, the colt was collecting his chips. Dusk mentally reminded himself of what he planned to do with those later.

Giving a nod, he approached the table. “Of course. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. Though for now, I need to plan how to help them out since they are a bit more difficult to work with.”

Umbra gave a nod. “Mother said Dark Magic can be dangerous and bad on the mind if you don’t control it right. If you let it corrupt you, it can make you do bad things to ponies and creatures you love.”

Dusk blinked at this knowledge from the colt. While he knew that dark magic was dangerous, he felt that his Silhouette was not withholding any knowledge back from her colt. “Umbra… do you use dark magic?”

The colt didn’t hesitate with a conformational nod. “Of course father, though mother’s magic is more based on necromancy and dark emotions, mine is based on shadow and crystals.” A pause as he understood his father’s apprehensive look. “I can show you if you want, father.”

Knowledge like that needed to be understood and a glint had formed on Dusk’s eyes but he shook it off and tried to give a reassuring smile. “It’s fine Umbra. For now, I need to rest and work with what I have.” He then focused on the changelings. “Like how I’m going to generate enough love to wake up Chrysalis.”

“That… might not be a problem, Dusk.” Eris stated out loud as her and her daughter stood still. “I feel a disturbance in the chaotic force… something I haven’t felt since…”

Thorax and Mirage both had wide eyes and seemed to be vibrating in place. “S-Something p-powerful is coming.” Thorax said ominously. Whether in fear or delight or something else, Dusk couldn’t tell. “Something with a lot of love.”

Dusk blinked. Powerful? Love? “Cadence?” He asked aloud. “Is she coming?” There was a shake of several heads. “No… it's not the Princess. It’s…”

The door to the library suddenly slammed open and two figures walked in carrying a bunch of suitcases and luggages along with cameras, photo albums and presents in the air.

“WE ARE HERE TO SEE OUR GRANDFOALS!!!!!”