"I don't know what to tell you, Princesses, Emperor," a Pony doctor said as she looked over the still unconscious Chrysalis thirty minutes later. Her name was Dr. Health Watcher. She had a red cross for a cutie mark, was a light blue in color and had a bright red mane and tail. Her bright green eyes flashed with frustration as she stepped back, her green magic lowering Chrysalis' new arm back onto the bed. "I don't know what caused a transformation like this."

Beside her, a random Fae named Tibia, who had been fetched since she identified herself as a drone nurse, was using the new claws on her forelegs to look at Chrysalis' new wings. The wings seemed to be made of translucent bright feathers which were colored a bright sapphire blue. They had a very unusual shape as well, at least for an insectoid. They were very much like my own in terms of shape.

Tibia put the wings down then turned, shaking her head. The quadrupedal Fae drone had a dark green set of chitin, long dark black hair, brown eyes and a slightly brighter set of elytra which hid her wings. "I'm just a Fae healer," she said in a shaky voice as she cautiously stepped away from her former queen. "I don't have a clue what happened." She bowed to me, Celestia and Luna. "Please forgive me!"

"Calm down, Tibia," I said, raising a hand, "there's nothing to forgive."

"This is new to all of us," Celestia said kindly. "Go ahead and go back to healing your kind. We're sorry to drag you away from them."

Tibia shook her head fervently. "N-No, it's alright," she said, waving her claw. "I know it sounds strange coming from me, but I'm just glad to see she's at least alive and well."

"We do take care of our prisoners as much as we are able," Luna said with a nod. "Now go. There are still wounded Fae who need your care."

With that, Tibia nodded and was escorted back to the barracks where the wounded were being kept. I looked back down at Chrysalis, approaching and kneeling to touch her neck, feeling for a pulse. It still surprised me just how silky smooth her new skin was, if it could be at all called skin. I found a pulse, steady at least. It surprised me just how ethereally beautiful she had become in so short a time. I stood and looked back at Celestia, Luna and Ember, who were all standing aside and watching me with varying degrees of concern. "Something wrong?" I asked.

Ember looked at the diarchs, then back at me. "Pretty sure they're thinking about what you said about having Scalechanger abilities now."

I raised my hands. "Hey now, I've no idea how to use them, and I don't know if what Chrysalis said was true or not."

"Still, you cannot deny that your change during your battle with Dragon Lord Torch did have a display of Changeling power," Luna retorted.

I nodded. "Aye, I know that. And if I do have Fae abilities, then I'll have to learn to control them and use them, but until I'm doubly sure, I'm not your enemy. Not on the Fae front, at any rate. And speaking of," I added, turning to Chrysalis, "I've come up with an idea that might be a worthy compromise to the dilemma of what to do with her."

"What idea?" Celestia asked, frowning suspiciously.

Before I could answer, Chrysalis began to stir. She groaned slightly, her wings fluttering behind her as she slowly began to open one eye, then the other. "Wha…what happened?" she asked, and the shift in her voice was noticeable. Before, there had been a slight warble present in her tone, but now, not only was the warble gone, but her voice had changed slightly. It sounded a little bit higher, but still extremely feminine. In fact, I guessed that she might have a beautiful singing voice. Her eyes shot open when she heard her own voice. Reaching up, she clutched at her throat and said, "Is that my voice…is that…my…voice…?" she trailed off as she looked down at her now human-like but still clawed hands. "What trickery is this?" she asked, less in anger and more in terror now.

Slowly, I approached her again. "Chrysalis, take deep breaths, okay?"

She ignored me as she sat up and threw the blanket off of her, exposing her new and naked form. She used her hands to touch herself all over, eyes wide with horror. "By the Helper! What happened?! What happened to my body!?" She must have sat up too fast because she clutched her head and moaned, "Ooow…"

I was immediately by her side, as was Dr. Watcher. I grasped Chrysalis' shoulders. "Look at me, Chrysalis. Look at me!"

Startled out of her panic, the trembling High Fae queen looked at me, her emerald colored eyes wide with confusion, fear and questioning. "What…what happened?" she asked, sounding more subdued than before.

"That's what we're trying to find out," I replied. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Her brow furled and she looked down at the floor, deep in thought. "We…we were talking…" she began, "and…you removed the ring…and I fed…then a bright light. That's all I remember." She closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds, then opened them. "I don't remember anything else after that."

"I see," I said calmly. "Do you remember when your former drones transformed a week ago?" When she gave me a nervous nod, I continued, "It looks like something similar happened to you. You were encased in a cocoon which changed you into…this." I gestured towards her naked form, which I hastily covered with the blanket.

She instinctively grabbed onto said blanket and wrapped it around her like a shawl. "I…I don't feel hungry anymore," she said in a trembling voice. "Not…not for love, anyway." As if to confirm this, we all heard a strange sound that nobody would ever expect to come from an insectoid quadruped.

A growling stomach.

Her hand immediately went to her new slender but still strong looking stomach, and I saw a hint of red appear on her cheeks. "What…was that?" she asked, sounding mortified as she looked down at herself.

I turned back and saw Celestia actually smiling in amusement. "You're hungry in another sense," she explained. "Hungry for real food, not love."

Chrysalis locked eyes with the solar diarch, apparently finally noticing the others in the room. She flinched and backed away, on the defensive immediately. I heard something that sounded like something hardening coming from the High Fae. I turned back and noticed that her new skin had become slightly reflective. Quickly, I reached out and touched her exposed arm, only to feel the hardness of chitin once more. Her wings were spread immediately, sending the blanket flying and I heard a hiss escape her lips. "You…" she said with a trembling voice.

"Yes, me," Celestia said. She turned to the guards. "Tell the kitchen to prepare something for our guest. And tell the staff to prepare a set of guest quarters on the first floor. Windowless, of course, and well-guarded."

Chrysalis's ears swiveled slightly back, and once more I marveled at just how much like an Elven set of ears they looked. "What are you planning?" she growled, more out of fear than anger, although that was clear in her tone as well.

"That's what I'd like to know," I said, looking at Celestia. "This is the Emperor talking now. Why are you taking her out of her cell and giving her a room?"

Celestia immediately put on her Princess persona. "Am I not allowed to do with my prisoner as I wish?" she asked, standing tall and proud.

I rose to my full height, despite still being shorter than her. "You are, but she's still dangerous, even if she's an Elf now."

Celestia raised an eyebrow, then looked back at Chrysalis. An amused smile played over her face. "Indeed, she is quite Elvish in appearance," she replied, then turned back to me. "Believe me when I say she will be very well guarded."

"Hmmm…alright…but if she manages to escape, I'm holding you responsible," I said as I turned back to Chrysalis.

She had a very confused expression on her face. "Wait…why now of all times?" she asked.

Celestia looked down at the humanoid Fae. "I can't sense any magic from you with that ring on your horn," she said, indicating it with a gesture from her hoof, "and you're actually talking to me, which is a step above saying nothing. I hardly like to imprison anypony, and with you not needing to feed on love anymore, or so I guess, then I don't see why we can't get you a nicer room."

"A gilded cage is still a cage," Chrysalis said without emotion.

"Of course it is," Luna said, "but there's nothing that's stopping us from making your imprisonment at least ponane."

Chrysalis scoffed. "Ponane…that word itself shows you Ponies have that superiority complex over other races. Do I look like a Pony to you?" She cast aside her blanket, once more revealing her model-like figure. She quickly stood and gestured down towards her new form. "Well?!"

I was surprised to see Celestia taken slightly aback by this. Not that I could blame her. The use of Pony puns in words I took for granted, like anypony, somepony etc. did project a sense of superiority. I sighed and looked at her. "You'd rather say faeane, then?" I asked. "I heard you say anyfae before, so there's the pot calling the kettle black. Ponane, faeane, humane, they mean the same thing. She's trying to treat you well. Are you planning on staying here in your cell?"

Chrysalis stared at me hard, but not in quite the same way as before. Some, if not most, of her hostility had apparently vanished with her change. She clenched her fists, but when she exhaled, I saw her relax, but not in relief, but in acceptance. She sat and looked down at the floor, placing her hands in her lap. "Do with me what you will," she said.

Celestia and Luna both seemed both satisfied by this answer and a bit concerned for her new behavior. Even I was a bit worried. Celestia turned to me and asked, "Do you have anything she can wear? She does need some new clothes."

I nodded. "I've got some spare clothes I took with me when I flew to Aelyssia," I said. "Want me to go grab some for her?"

"Please do," Celestia said as two of the guards walked over to stand beside the still sitting Chrysalis. "Meet us in the first floor guest hall."

"Sure thing. Ember, come with me." And with that, I strode out of the prison cell, Ember following close behind.

As we passed Fuego's cell, Ember took a sidelong glance at it. "What about him? He can't just stay here."

"If Chrysalis was telling the truth, his mind is long gone," I replied as we exited the cell block. "If he was still sane, he'd be punished, but if he isn't putting on a performance in there, going insane is punishment enough." So saying, I spread my wings and flew up the stairwell.

Ember followed close behind me. "Yeah, I guess so, but still, he can't stay in there."

"He won't," I said as I reached the main floor and landed. "I'll have him brought back to Aelyssia and have someone watch over him. Maybe he can be healed. Until then, I don't think he needs any more kind of punishment."

As the two of us walked to my room, Ember remained silent, a thoughtful look on her young looking face. In that moment, I saw something that had been missing from her since we met: a look of wisdom from over a hundred years of experience, even if said experience was just surviving and living from meal to meal. Not wanting to interrupt whatever thoughts she was having, we just walked side by side, the Emperor and the potential future Dragon Lord, or was it Dragon Lady? Either way, it took us awhile until we reached my room. I opened the door, and the sound of the latch opening snapped Ember out of her reverie. "Do you think he'll be alright?" she asked as I walked into my room, Ember close behind. "Do you think he'll ever be sane again?"

As I pulled out a spare change of clothes from my pack, I paused. Ember sounded concerned for the older insane Dragon. I turned and faced her. "I honestly have no answer. You forget, I come from a world where there is absolutely no magic. Insanity from magical draining of love isn't something I've heard before. But there may be a chance. I don't know much about Dragons, but if you and Spike are any good example, it's that there is some measure of strength in your race despite both of you being very small." I paused, then chuckled. "God, I sounded just like someone from Middle-Earth. But I meant what I said. We have healers who can try and treat him."

Ember nodded. "I used to look up to him. Called him Uncle Fuego. Is it weird that I miss him?"

"I don't think so," I said as I walked up and put a hand on her shoulder. "Emotions are a weird thing. They can conflict with your mind. But don't ever think yourself weak for feeling them. That'd be like feeling weak for being yourself. I'm not gonna force you to blab about what you're feeling, but I don't think it's wrong to feel emotions."

"Yeah…I'm starting to realize that," she said with a defeated sigh.

"Come on. Let's go," I said, gesturing to the door. "We don't have much more time until the Council reconvenes, and I have a few things more to say as the Emperor."

"Such as what?" Ember asked.

"Such as my new plans for Chrysalis if Celestia and Luna turn her over to the Empire," I said.

"What plans are those?" she asked. After I told her, her expression became a worried one. "You think she'll accept that?"

"It's less if she'll accept it, but rather if Dragons will accept it as a suitable punishment for her," I replied.

Ember walked in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "And what if she says no?" she asked.

"Celestia's not an idiot," I said. "I'm pretty sure she'll see the worth of my idea. Besides, a compromise has been described as just something that neither party really likes but can accept. I don't like the idea really, but I know it's a lot better than death. Besides, it might be beneficial to her in the end."

"How?" Ember asked incredulously.

"By teaching her some basic humility."

Ember considered that for a moment, and then she stepped back to my side. As we continued walking, we eventually reached the first floor guest room when she finally replied, "It would be humiliating to her, yes. I think that most, if not all Dragons might accept it. If put in the right way."

"I assume you know how to say it?" I smirked.

She chuckled. "I'm smarter than most Dragons back home. I think I can convince them."

"Let's hope so," I said as we approached the room where two guards stood. They straightened as I approached, but I held up a hand. "At ease. Are Princesses Celestia and Luna in there?"

"Yes, Your Grace," a white furred and blue maned Pegasus stallion guard replied.

"Can you call them out here for me? Ember and I have something to say to them in private away from Chrysalis."

He nodded, then knocked on the door. "Your Highnesses? Emperor Jethro requests both of your presence outside for a private talk."

The door slowly opened, and both Celestia and Luna stepped outside. The door shut behind them, and Celestia, who had a small smile on her face, said, "I see you brought some clothes for our new castle guest."

"I did," I said, "but that's not the main reason I wanted to see you and Luna outside."

"Indeed? Has something transpired?" Luna asked, instantly on alert.

I chuckled. "Nothing that might need a warrior Princess like you," I said teasingly, then stepped aside. "Walk with me for a bit. I have a proposition for you two. One that might actually solve our Council debate about what to do with Chrysalis."

There was stunned silence in the Council chambers an hour later. All eyes were turned to the now dressed and humble looking Chrysalis as she stood in the room. Her wings were folded tightly behind her as she looked down at the floor, focusing solely on the smooth marble patterns. She was wearing one of my green t-shirts and gray sweatpants. She was wearing a spare pair of shoes on her new human-like feet, although it had been a tight fit thanks to her claws. I resolved to find her some shoes from Earth or have someone in Equestria make some for her. Both her wrists and ankles were chained, and she stood beside me.

After I had helped her with her temporary clothes, she had been brought some tomato soup, mostly on my insistence since I had no idea if she could stomach any normal solid food for a while. She had spilled a good portion of the soup onto my clothes, but it had been quickly removed with magic. When she said she was full, we waited nervously to see if her body had any reaction to anything other than love going down her throat. When nothing abnormal happened, we all breathed a sigh of relief.

That is, until the poor queen pissed herself, soaking the pants I'd lent her.

To say she was utterly humiliated would have been an understatement. She was mortified and pretty much had an emotional breakdown. She blamed me, blamed the Dragons, blamed the world, basically blamed anyone she could think of for her predicament. By the end of her breakdown, she was screaming and bawling hard, tears streaming down her cheeks. Celestia, Luna and I did our best to calm her down, and in the end she did calm down a little. However, by that time, it was about ten minutes until the reconvening of the Council.

And that was when she requested, in an unusually humble tone, if she could sit in and listen.

Which is how the scene that was currently playing out came to be.

Nobody looked as shocked to see the transformed queen as were Thorax and Pharynx. They both blinked in complete and utter astonishment at what they saw. In fact, they looked twice as shocked as anyone else in the Council chamber.

It was Pinkie who moved first. She jumped up onto the table and nimbly bounced over to where Chrysalis stood, looking over her with a hard squint. Chrysalis didn't move at all, instead letting Pinkie pop around, looking her over with curiosity. Then, she did something I didn't expect.

She sniffed at Chrysalis' hair and licked it.

I quickly grabbed the pink mare and pulled her away. "Pinkie?! What the hell was that?!" I asked in shock, then quickly looked back towards the defeated looking High Fae. However, she still hadn't moved from her position.

"She tastes and smells half like you," Pinkie said plainly.

I turned back to her. "Still, even if she is a prisoner, you were very rude, young lady." I reached up and flicked her nose before putting her down. "And she's wearing my clothes. Of course she'd smell a little like me."

Pinkie shook her head. "That's not it," she said. "If it was her clothes, it wouldn't smell as strong as it does."

My anger quickly gave way to confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.

Pinkie looked up at me with as serious a face as I had ever seen on her. "Emperor Jethro, I used to work on a rock farm," she said. "I was trained, along with my sisters, to detect certain gemstones buried inside rocks not just by weight and shape, but by smell and taste. We Pies have really good senses of taste and smell. And I'm telling you, she smells half like her old self, and half like you."

With those words echoing in my head, she turned and walked back to her seat, sitting down quietly.

Silence reigned once more. After another half a minute, Princess Redclaw spoke. "In my kingdom, we have many legends about the Furwalkers. Some say they can turn themselves invisible to the naked eye. Others claim they will bed their victims and drain them dry. And then there's the Song of Change and Changeless. I won't recite it here, but it's a story about a young Abyssian lord of twenty who saved a wounded Furwalker child. He raised her in secret, teaching her right from wrong. He even fed her using his own love for her as a source. She grew and became a strong warrior. She wore the fur of our kind whenever she was out in public, and reverted to her true form in private."

"Where are you going with this?" Amethyst interrupted angrily.

"I was getting to that," the princess said calmly. "During her twentieth birthday, she lost control of her abilities and changed into a form quite similar to the old one of Chrysalis here. It happened in public, and she was quickly cast out of the city, along with the lord. However, he didn't care as long as he was with his adopted daughter. It was then that she underwent a strange change. She changed into a mix of Abyssian and Furchanger. They were never seen again after that day, but the song ends with them reported as being seen often in the old forests before the desert overcame them."

"What does this have to do with the Chrysalis before us now?" the Caribou ambassador Frieda asked.

"It might be pertinent since she looks more like Emperor Jethro than anycat-no, anyone-else in this room," Redclaw said. "But only he can answer this next question. Your Grace, is Chrysalis in a form of a female human?"

I looked at Chrysalis once more, then slowly turned back to the Council. "She has more human features than anyone else I can see here. There is even a spell that can change Ponies into a more humanlike appearance, but even that can't come close to how close Chrysalis' new form is to that of a human female."

"As fascinating as this is," Silverstorm said, "how does it affect us?"

"It's just a tale that came to mind," Redclaw replied. "I don't know how relevant it could be."

"Far be it from me to interrupt your story," I said, "but I actually have something to say in regards to her. It's one reason why I was okay with her coming here." I turned to Celestia. "As Emperor of Aelyssia, Chrysalis must pay for her crimes against my Empire and its citizens."

"As long as you are planning on executing her, I will not allow that," Celestia said. Of course, this was a farce. She knew my plans regarding Chrysalis as I had talked to her and Luna about it before helping Chrysalis into her clothes, and both had reluctantly approved of them since the alternative was worse.

"Ember and I have discussed this," I said, "and we believe we have a compromise that might work." I paused a bit, then continued. "Now, please keep in mind that I don't make this request lightly. I know what Equestria's own laws are on the request I'm about to make, and while I'm sure there might be some Dragons disappointed by my actions, Ember told me that most of my subjects are likely to agree to my terms of her punishment. Ember and I have also discussed the death penalty, and we've agreed that it's too good for her. She needs to be taught some humility, first."

"Just tell us, already!" Amethyst growled impatiently.

Ignoring her outburst, I leaned forward, placing my hands on the table, folding them as I focused all of my attention on Celestia and Luna. "I intend to make Chrysalis my personal slave."

Night had fallen, and I sat in my room's private hot bath, soaking and relieving the stresses of the day. The bath resembled a smaller version of a bathhouse's own. The bathroom tiles, all made of white marble, lay all around the room, and even in the rectangular bath which held the water where I sat. From one spout, made in the pattern of a rearing horse, steaming water sprang from its mouth and into the bath. On the main floor, there were three grated holes for water drainage. There was a large mirror nearby which was fogged up now thanks to the heat. The room itself was also filled with steam.

I slowly lowered myself into the water, allowing the heat to wash over the rest of me until finally I was completely submerged in the massive rectangular water filled depression in the room. All sound ceased and my thoughts wandered.

Celestia, despite knowing my request, had still not been entirely happy with my intention of making Chrysalis a slave, but it was actually Ember who had explained that, to a race as pride filled as the Dragons, being anyone's slave could very well be worse than a death sentence, and in the current case especially, since I wasn't a Dragon and Chrysalis was a known enemy of said race of reptiles.

Chrysalis hadn't very much reacted to my request despite having first heard it just at that moment. In fact, she seemed more to be resigned to said fate. Her ears had been the clearest sign of that, since they'd swiveled back slightly.

Celestia and Luna both had agreed to turn over Chrysalis as well as Fuego, and once the First Council of Equestria had ended, they would be turned over to me and Ember.

With that, the topic turned to other things, such as territorial dispute between the Lycan Empire and the Cervinia Citadel which had been ongoing for many generations of their kind, and then even more discussions about proposed roads and who would fund them and where. These talks and much more went on until the ringing of the dinner bell at six in the evening.

After eating a quiet meal by myself, I'd returned to my room, run a bath and had been sitting in it for at least fifteen or so minutes. I blew air out of my nose and slowly sank to the bottom of the four foot high bath, letting the watery silence wash over me.

Only for me to hear someone entering the bath with me. Then another.

I opened my eyes, but since everything was incredibly blurry, I couldn't see who it might be. Only a white and gray pair of legs and a dark gray pair.

I pushed myself up and out of the water, letting my long hair fall back behind me as I emerged from the water. As I wiped the water from my eyes, a familiar, deep and soothing voice said, "Love, does something trouble you?"

Before I could respond, I heard another familiar voice add, "You've been avoiding everypony all day. What's up, dude?"

I opened my eyes and saw, to my surprise, the anthropomorphic forms of both Zecora and Scarlet, both wrapped up in white towels to preserve their temporary dignity. I raised an eyebrow at this, then raised my hand. Summoning a smaller towel, I wrapped it around my waist, then slowly walked over to one of the edges of the bath and sat. As Zecora and Scarlet moved to take spots on either side of me, Zecora on my right and Scarlet on my left. As they pressed themselves against me, I leaned back and looked at the domed ceiling. "Sorry about that," I said with a weary tone, "I just needed some time to myself to think about everything that's been going on."

I felt Zecora put her arm through mine, and then Scarlet did the same. However, it was Scarlet who spoke. "Celestia did tell us about how you might need some time to yourself, but I just couldn't wait! I'm sorry, but I had to see you!"

I slowly turned and saw a look of worry and fear passing over Scarlet's face. I reached down and took her hand in mine, my fingers intertwining with hers. "Thank you for checking up on me," I said, then I turned to Zecora and repeated the gesture, holding her hand tightly. "Both of you. This past week has been…more than stressful. It's been one thing after another. I just…want a break. I want to go home, maybe binge watch some Netflix show, play some video games, spend some time with you and my other friends, decorate the house for Christmas…"

A pair of lips pressed against my cheek. I slowly glanced over and saw Scarlet was the perpetrator. Her eyes were closed and I could feel her wing wrapping itself around me slowly. Another pair of lips pressed against my other cheek. At both of these kisses, I felt a smile come to my face, and I slowly spread my wings, wrapping both of them up in them. "Thank you, you two," I said gently.

As the two pulled away, Scarlet said, "Can I stay with you tonight? With you and Zecora? I'd feel a lot better if I knew you were safe."

I chuckled. "I'm being constantly guarded by Gemini, Mica and my new honor guard. Unless an entire army is summoned by some dark lord I don't know about, I doubt anybody is gonna come through those doors." However, when Scarlet gave me a glare, I sighed. "It's fine with me if you stay. Zecora?"

My marefriend nodded. "That was part of our intention on coming here, anyway," she said with a twinkle in her blue eyes.

I tilted my head. "Only part? What else did you come here for?" I asked.

Scarlet's face went red slightly. "Remember what you promised me before you left for the Dragon Lands?" she asked, slowly reaching out and putting a hand on my thigh, her fingers wrapping around it gently but firmly. "Well, I asked Zecora, and it's okay with her. But is it okay with you?"

I slowly looked down at the hand wrapped around my thigh, then back at the nervous and blushing mare. I focused my gaze on her, and thought back to all of my interactions with her over the past few months…

"It's too early for this shit…"

"Oh God, you found Game of Thrones?! You're not gonna start quoting that around foals, are you?"

"I swear, you're a monster. Of my own creation, but still…"

"Oh my God! How horny are you!?"

I took a deep breath, then exhaled. There could no longer be any denying it. I loved Zecora deeply. Nothing in the world could ever change that. But there were certain stirrings in my heart. A deep warmth and fondness was what I had initially started to feel for Scarlet after her confession to me. And despite not consciously thinking much about it due to constant trouble and events keeping me busy, I quickly realized, in that very moment, that what I felt for Scarlet could hardly be described in words. Much like how my love for Zecora couldn't be, but not in quite the same manner.

I had fallen in love with Scarlet as well, and it excited and terrified me to my core.

I felt a pair of slender arms wrapping around me from behind. Zecora pressed herself against me, her bosom squishing into my back. Without my hearing it, she had removed her towel. "Jethro, my love," she whispered, "don't be afraid. I can tell you love her as you love me. Don't hesitate. Scarlet and I are here for you."

"And we always will be," Scarlet said. She stood, and with a warm but seductive smile, she reached up and removed the towel around her chest. It fell into the bath, revealing her absolutely stunning form to me. Her smile turned into a grin and she pressed her breasts together with her hands. "You like what you see, big boy?"

I looked up at her and grinned back. "Oh my God…how horny are you?"

"Come take me, and find out," she cooed as Zecora released me. Scarlet waded over, straddled me, and wrapped her arms around me. Her lips crashed into mine, and I knew then that there was no going back.

I had officially started a herd.

As always, the next chapter might be a little later in coming out than normal since I'll be releasing two at once.