"Dialga? Palkia? It's time for dinner!" you shout, leaning out of the window of what has long since ceased to be a mere cabin, with the passage of the years turning into a full and proper house.

Not made so due to your unraveling of the mysteries of glasswork after Aus left to wage her just and Holy war. No, for tis not mere wood and glass that make a house. Make a home.

"Coming daddy!"

As the twin shouts reach you, a smile splits your still fair face, in fact, you are not sure you aged since your arrival here.

But that is of little import, what matters is the children.

Your family.

That's what makes a home a home and not a mere house.

However grand or…well, best not recall what the ram-shack thing you once dared call a house looked like.

The sight of your daughters cresting over the hill, running full tilt towards the house, poor Bargh close behind them, desperately trying to keep up, brings a smile to your face.

The twins, like in the potential futures you half remember do seem to have a…what those charitable would term a competitive streak.

Very competitive.

Still, if nothing else, you have managed to make sure it remains as just that.

Thanks to plenty of love, patience which you didn't think you had in you and soothing words based on half-remembered explanations as the nature of reality from a whole other lifetime.

Helping each of the twins understand that no, Dialga, your sister is not intentionally messing with time just to make you mad, and no, Palkia, space and time are intertwined under extreme circumstances.

…but it's mostly thanks to love.

Love and patience.

The bedtime stories shamelessly stolen from your old world, mixed and matched with what embellishments you think fit probably don't hurt either.

After all, you're pretty sure, Naruto never awakened the Rinnegan. Nor did, in one of the girls favorite variants, much preferred at least to what you told them the first time, Harry ever enchanted a revolver.

…you dearly hope that if…when Aus returns, she finds it in her divine heart to forgive you because, demigods of the Creator Goddess, or not.

Something which you feel pretty sure, given the power differences makes the girls full blown goddess in their own right.

Still, regardless of the details, the girls are probably a tad too young to constantly repeat: 'do you feel lucky, punk?'

With some hope they'll grow out of it before Aus returns.

You hope.

I'm doomed.

Eh, you had a good run. As long as the girls turn out ok and grow up safe that's all that matters.

And they rush into the house, turning even 'hug privileges', their words, into a race, you can't help but smile as two pair of deceptively strong arms trap you.

"Now, now children, what do I alway say?"

Heh, who would have thought, when the twins are caught with the metaphorical hand in the cookie jar, only then do they put their rivalry aside.

"Not to…" Dialga hesitantly starts.

"Run?" Palkia finishes and you nod.

"Yes, that is, unless you don't want dessert? If so—"

"No! Please, please, please—"

"Daddy how could you be so cruel?"

And learning what to substitute in place of sugar cane and how to make something which can pass for dessert?

It'd been an experience, to say the least.

Still, you managed.

And as dinnertime passes and you put the girls to sleep, you find it to be all worth it.

Stepping out to the porch, the night breeze refreshing against your skin, you lean over the railing and gaze up at the glimmering stars above.

Waiting, wondering as you have so many times before.

"Where are you, my love?" you whisper, glad that the children are asleep.

Waiting you are ok with.

It's the uncertainty that gnaws at your guts and which, were it not for aura and Aus gift of strength you all but feel certain would made your hair thin and gray.

But you can do little but wait.

Wait and hope and pray.

And so, as has become your ritual for the last couple of years, you lean back with a sigh, clasp hands and—

But before you can start something flashes bright behind your closed eyelids.

Opening your eyes panic grips your for a moment for like so long ago, a comet is plumeting towards the ground.

Towards the house by the looks of it.

But then, before you can do more than tense your muscles and do something stupid, the falling star seems to slow, its trajectory altering some and instead of slamming into the house, the comet and what your trembling heart can but hope lies within, land in a haze of smoke but a few steps from the house.

A few steps from you.

The smoke dissipates.

"Aus," you breath, a wide smile stretching your lips wide enough to hurt as you rush down the steps towards the woman you've been dreaming off for so long.

Even if she doesn't quite look as you remember her.

That is, she is in her true form but, more than that, she stands tall in her four limbed form that you've never seen up close before.

Without knowing why, your steps slow just a tad, the smile losing some of its luster as you approach.

This is Aus, for who else could look like her?

And yet, perhaps tis something in the air, but—

You shake your head, clearing it of the foolishness that's apparently infecting it, infecting your thoughts and come to a stop in front of her.

"Aus…" you say again, reaching up and caressing the side of her neck, the woman blinking, as if surprised before leaning into the touch some. "Oh, how I longed for this. How I dreamt of this day…" you whisper and raise your other hand, focusing on your spirit, on your soul, something which you learned after much trial and experimentation.

The twins helping you as well and, from the center of your chest, a softly glowing plate springs forth.

"To see you again, and to return what you should have never gifted me, grateful as I am for the gift nonetheless. For the risk you took—"

"T-there is no need! That belongs to you!" Aus says, a hint of almost…panic, in her voice, but no, surely not, as she pushes the plate back inside you with her hoof and you can't help but look upon her with confusion. "But that aside…"

"Aus?"

A lecherous grin spreads across her face, and even though its been years, and her face changed, you still recognize the expression.

It'd be difficult not to.

"Remember your promise to me? Well, Yuha. Are you going to keep it~?"

The tent in your trousers is answer enough you think, and yet…

"The children…" you can't help but whisper quickly making Aus frown before, with a blink and a raised hoof, she does something.

"They won't hear a thing~ Now, what say you~?" she asks once more, giving you a lust filled gaze as she slowly clops around and presents her delectable rear to you. "Won't you conquer me~?"

This is foolish of you.

No doubt about that.

Despite how much you want to plow Aus into the ground, you should instead be an adult and make sure the children are reunited with their mother and then, once the twins have their fill and exhaust themselves…in a week or two, then you can see about properly…'re-kindling' your bond.

And yet, before you know it, the growl flies past your lips and you rip your trousers, letting your cock fly free even as you clear the air, the jump perfectly aimed to bring you to the apropriate height with Aus' divine rear, your callused hands digging into her hindquarters enough to keep you aloft even as your feet dangle off the ground.

Not that they do so for long.

"Oh, I've missed, this, missed you, my love," you whisper but, in contrast to your honeyed words, you meat aligns itself with Aus' horse…ponny…lamma?

Aligns itself with her entrance as if guided by a preternatural hand and with your fingers digging deep groves into her hindside, making her gasp, drive, or more like slam yourself forward.

Burying your dick up to the hilt into the Godussy, your legs flying forth as you do, muscles coiling and acting like a vice around Aus' legs as you begin working her hole like a jackammer.

"Y-you beast!" she gasps, trembling, and then, under your continued ministrations her limbs seem to betray her and before long, Aus' legs gives out and she lays gasping on the ground as you pound and pound and pound her tight hole with the manic energy of a man who hasn't busted a proper nut in more than a decade and with no porn to help quell the urges either.

Still, you can't help but smile as Aus trembles, mewling whines escaping her mouth as her splayed limbs twitch impotently.

This is familiar ground, even if her form is somewhat different.

The familiarity serves as a balm to your soul as you bust the first of many nuts to follow, causing Aus Godussy to clench almost painfuly so and her long neck to arch backward, letting out an uneathly shriek.

Something which makes you almost frown.

For it sounded…

Similar, yes, but at the same time…

Eh, you are probably misremembering.

Shrugging your shoulders, and a decade of frustration and pent up boners behind you, as well as a highly trained superhuman body, you continue thrusting even before your balls have properly finishes clearing the tubes so to speak.

"H-how…" she gasps, squeaks realy and you grin and wink, even if she can't see it.

"Training baby, training!" a slap on her taut butt makes her moan again. "In preparation for this!"

Indeed, you don't go soft at all.

You refuse to.

For the mother of your children deserves nothing but the best!

"Y-you beast…" she gasps with delight, that much at least, is familiar.

The sounds of your lovemaking, to say nothing of the scent or the fluids, fill the area and as you bust another fat one inside Aus' tight, tight Godussy, the woman once again being reminded of her place, if the fact she is once again sporting heart eyes is any indication from the few times she's glanced your way, proves that all is right in the world and—

Without realizing it you pause, it is beyond your control, or rather, not really.

For you are in perfect control of yourself and your faculties both, and yet, as what can only be described as the Holiest of chimes rings and a pure soft pulse of light manifests near the both of you…

Something from deep within your soul demands you all but do so, the light…you know that light, and the plate hugging your soul seems to agree and resonate.

The light clears with a soft gust, as if a whisper, or akin to air peeling back a few leaves behind which something wonderful hides.

"A-aus?" you ask with a hopeful whisper, before confusion overwhelms you for standing so close to you that if you but stretch you can almost touch her is none other than your wife.

This you know, this time without a doubt.

But then, if that's the case, who—

"Yes, my love, tis I, returned to you as promised and—"

Aus stops, her hidden smile freezing as does the rest of her.

And she stares.

Alternating between you and the impostor.

"D-dear I can explain?…No, maybe? I think—"

Raising her hoof causes you to stop and the glare aimed not at you but at the impostor who seemingly is busy trying to pretend she doesn't exist…

"Giratina…"

"Tee~hee? Oops? Sorry, mom~"