Terran Empire: Restoring Harmony

After the Doctor returned, from his trip to the Misfits TARDIS, The hive mind was no longer mocking Mouthy. Too Distracted by their own worry, and misery.

At least they weren't being forced to marry. As the Doctor wanted each of the clones to have a unique experience. All the clones were worrying about their future, while all the Theta shards were dreading losing their companions... yet, like all children of the Doctor, they would do what he said.

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• At The Church:

Regardless, Mouthy squirmed as his family filed in. Not at all happy they would be present.

Mouthy was blushing so much. Having to run a bit to keep up with his mother's long legs. It made the whole thing even more embarrassing.

Everyone in the church was looking at him, as he walked down the aisle... on a leash, His new wives insisted on a Modern wedding.

Once they reached the Priestess, Derpy handed the leash over to the alpha mare of the herd.

She was a yellow Earth pony, with bright red hair, the color of a Rose... this was Mouthy's first time actually meeting her... and he hadn't expected the mare to be so... athletic.

She definitely looked like an Earth pony, being a wall of muscles.

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"Do you Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, promised to love, cherish, and protect the newest addition to your herd?" Asked the Priestess, a beautiful unicorn mare.

Skipping over any formality humans go through, at the beginning of their wedding... Ponies did something... a little different, for Modern weddings.

There was a round of "I do," from the young mares. They couldn't be more then 20 themselves. Yet they were supposed to take care of him and 3 other boys? 4 now.

Many mares were jealous, given most herds were lucky to get one male, in their care.

Thankfully, the Priestess wasn't jealous, more impressed. Turning towards the long row of husbands, on the other side of Mouthy, she smiled at them.

Like Mouthy, they were dressed in the top half of a tuxedo suit. With bare legs on display... with only a diaper for modesty.

Unlike females, male Anthros were kept in clothes.. mostly so they wouldn't be distracting females, with their often erect privates.

Males typically wore short robes, tunics, or a more casual t-shirt to cover their nipples... which for some reason was considered obscene, for males to show, but not females.

Their legs were nearly always bare, and a diaper was nearly always on their rump. Maybe a chastity cage on their genitals. If they had unacceptable levels of self control.

Males weren't allowed to use toilets. Due to past males ruining it for every creature, by continuously peeing on the seat. Nowadays, mothers didn't even bother potty training their sons.

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Mouthy's new husbands... which in all honesty he was more interested in. Were a lot more eager about having a new member.

There was a dark brown Earth Pony, with an orange main, and a D-pad for a cutie mark, proudly visible on his naked thigh.

Smart Mouth explained, through their mental link, he used to serve with these boys, in the Equus Interplanetary fleet... before male Equuleus were fully corrupted by chaos and Harmony magic. Making them small and weak, and in need of protection.

The Stallion might very well be 24 cycles, but he still looked very young, thanks to his small size, shorter then even Mouthy. Although he had the shoulders, and square muzzle, of an adult Stallion.

His name was Button Mash, and Smart Mouth, through their mental link, was demanding Mouthy avenge some lost videogame score. Which Button claimed when they were foals.

Smart Mouth was probably just being silly, to ease Mouthy's nerves.

Then their was Rumble. A grey Pegasus, with an athletic build, that stood at an impressive 4 foot 5. A full foot taller than Mouthy.

The Pegasus wore a cocky grin, and a haircut that screamed "I'm so cool". He had a cooking cutie mark, a good mark for a husband.

He too, had served with Smart Mouth... and Mouthy was starting to worry, they might not know the difference between the Colt kits.

Then there was Tender Taps. Who, remarkably, didn't serve with Smart Mouth.

The Stallion was definitely a "pretty colt", with his slightly thinner muzzle, and wavy purple mane, complemented by a dark orange coat. He had a spotlight cutie mark... and Mouthy had actually heard of him. He was a Galactic-Wide famous dancer.

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Oops, the Priestess was talking to the boys, better stop admiring them and pay attention.

"Do you boys promise to love and tolerate your new spouse? And not get him into too much mischief?" the crowd chuckled at her added comment.

Tender Taps and Rumble assured, "I do." While Button Mash promised, "We'll try our best." getting an outright laugh from the crowd.

The Priestess smiled at Button Mash... obviously tempted to break the ceremony to pinch his adorkable cheeks.

However she retained her composure. Looking at Mouthy, "Do you swear to love, honor, and obey your wives? While showing love and tolerance to your husbands."

"I do." Mouthy made himself stand extra straight. He would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to scream "No." But he had too much respect for his mom not to honor her wishes.

These were very important fillies she found, to take him in, and he needed to be grateful.

"Then present yourself to your wives." The priestess smiled.

Mouthy blushed, and turned to face the mares, in their pretty white dresses. All eyes were on him, expectantly. He bowed well asking, "Please take care of me and protect me."

The mares all promised, "We will."

Mouthy gulped as he said the next part. This was really going to suck, but this was a Modern ceremony, and he would get in ACTUAL trouble if he broke from the script.

"I submit myself to your will."

Applebloom stepped forward, "I accept your offer." she seemed just as nervous, as she began undoing his tie. Then unbuttoning his shirt.

Her shaky fingers became more confident as they slowly went down his dress shirt. Once she got the clothes undone, she gently pulled them off, and handed them to the priestess. Finally leaving him in nothing but a diaper. Unfortunately that too was removed. It made loud crinkling sounds, as she undid the taps, and through it away in a nearby bin.

Once that was done, and the boy was completely naked, She gently picked Mouthy up and tucked him under her arm. The boy did his best not to struggle. He just gulped and prepared himself, hugging his fluffy tail, so it wasn't in the way.

All the same, he gave a cry as a hand came down on his rump. He tried to be still but the hand wasn't holding back. It struck him again and again while he cried and promised to "Be Good"... He still had two other mares he had to do this for... marriage was definitely hard work.

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Mouthy sobbed right from the start. Females only spank boys 'til they cry... unfortunately they seemed to instinctively recognize "Crocodile Tears".

Applebloom wasn't going to stop until the colt's hide was glowing. Not only to cement, in the boy's mind, who was in charge... but to prove to her loved one's she was worthy of having another boy.

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Mouthy gasped, as the hand came down on him. Again and again, it fell. The large hand of the giant mare, was easily covering his toddler sized butt.

He considered switching to his pony form, to give himself greater durability... but that be suicide. They agreed to do this in Anthro form, strictly because Mama Derpy knew how he prefered such a form.

This was technically a break from tradition, the Alpha mare had made, to make him happy.

It just be asking for trouble, to break it.

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Mouthy yelped, his wandering mind not able to protect him from the pain.

He began to squirm, even kick, yet the hand never stopped. He slowly felt the pain increase, though he knew that Illusion was just from his bruising flesh.

"Stop!" Mouthy couldn't contain himself. "Pleeeze stop," he begged. "I'll be good, and listen, and-and..." he trailed off as the chuckling from the crowd distracted him.

He would find no sympathy here. Ponies viewed males as lesser. So there would be no salvation... this was his life now. To be beaten at his wife's whim, and have his pleas laughed at.

He began sobbing real tears, and not just from the beating.

Suddenly, it stopped.

"Hey," Applebloom immediately notice, these weren't the type of tears she expected, from a spanking. She had 5 Billion years of experience, and could easily tell the difference. This was a whole hearted cry of despair... for seemingly no reason. At least not one she could understand.

Adjusting her newest charge, so she was hugging him to her chest. She attempted to calm him, and find out what's the matter. "It's alright, you're all right." She gently rubbed his back.

Sweetie Belle pressed her muzzle against his own, nuzzling him well petting his hair.

The crowd was dawww'ing now.

"What's wrong little guy?" Scootaloo asked, "We just got started." She always was fairly tactless. Especially before she turned 30, as her memories weren't totally back yet.

As expected, Mouthy cried harder at Scootaloo's words.

The flightless Pegasus flinched, at least being able to recognize when she said something wrong.

Sighing, Scootaloo looked to her Alpha mare, "Maybe a Modern wedding is too much for the little guy?" she advised.

Applebloom sighed, so much for proving herself, in front of her family. Glancing at the concerned priestess. "I think we'll skip the rest of that part. He obviously understands who's in charge. Right, little man?"

Mouthy quickly nodded his head, the sensation against her breast, a familiar one. Even the tears, ruining the wedding dress, was hardly the first time.

The boy was still sobbing... but at least he was clinging to her, for comfort. Whatever was wrong, this gave hope that he would eventually confide in her.

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After the ceremony, as the crowd made their way to the hotel, for the reception, the Doctor caught up with the herd, just before they left.

The Doctor might be male, but he was still well respected. Given he hadn't "Evolved" as the pony males had. After all, he wasn't actually a pony, just looked like one. His pony form was even as tall as a mare's.

"Sorry the wedding didn't go as planned," Sighed the Doctor. "As I tried to explain before. Mouthy spent the last few billion years, travelling my Refugee worlds. He's used to a... different kind of culture. A Modern lifestyle is just too much for him."

Applebloom nodded, "Dotcha worry, Doc. We'll take good care of him." She promised.

Sweetie Belle added, "He'll be eased into how we do things."

Scootaloo huffed, "Just don't expect us to spoil him."

Rumble gave her a cheeky smile, "Aren't you always complaining about how we're spoiled? Whose fault do you think that is?"

"Sweetie Belle's," Scootaloo answered instantly.

The rest of the herd snickered. Leaving the Pegasus mare to pout... but at least Mouthy stopped crying.