Anonymous*Gulp.* Well, okay… We did ask for this…
*She lets them drag her in the net down do the vault.*
Anonymous*She blushes slightly at the lick.*
What…. what are you going to do to Us?
Bet it won’t get a single reblog, seeing as EVERYONE is pregnant here.
We don’t think We’ve ever been pregnant, but Our memories from a thousand years ago are a bit sketchy. You’d have to ask Luna to know for sure.
Anonymous*She collapses, trapped under the net and stripped of her magic.*
WHAT!? WHAT IS THIS TREACHERY!?
Well, basically the spell will make her three times as fertile as she would have otherwise been. We weren’t able to remove it, but We’ve delayed it enough that she should be happily married, or at least a self-supporting adult, before it kicks in.
Rocks. Dust. A giant hoofprint where father slipped while making it. Nothing that interesting.
We are planning to try again, of course. But We will not require assistance. We already have aliens aiding Us, and do not want to involve any more unknown variables.
Anonymous*He bounces off a force field.*
*Sigh.* We suppose anons just aren’t good at surprises… We should have hired the Spanish Inquisition.
((ooc: Can’t…think…of…..Spanish Inquisition pun…))
Hmm… We order you to join a band, and continue your mission to sway the youth of Equestria to support Our rule.
Another lovely portrait submitted by Our faithful servant Vindicar, this one in a more traditional style.
