I look around as Bethany stares at me is fascination.
"Variety if the spice of life, poppet. Want a ride?"
What's that noise? ...No, wait, just Bethany's
squeeing going ultrasonic...
Lynne puts her hands on her hips.
"Daddy, why are you a pony?"
In her mind: "Must... Must
resist urge to
pet..."
"Sunset's portal opened up, and I wanted to give her moral support while she did her ascension thing." Lynne nods while Bethany just looks confused. "Sunset? The young woman with the red hair with yellow streaks? She's been here for a year, I'm sure you've seen her at some point."
"Yes-" Momentary reassurance-seeking glance at Eldest Adopted Sister. "-Daddy, I know who Sunset is."
She's just confused at why Daddy needed to be a pony for it. Though i suspect she's okay with Daddy being a
pony.
"Right, well she's a magical pony from a world on the other side of a mirror, and the portal just opened again so she's getting back in touch with her-" Friends? No. Family? She didn't really mention them directly. They could be dead, or it could be like Shining Armor where he popped into existence at the end of series two. I'll nudge her about that in a couple of days. "-people."
"Sunset's a pony?"
It Begins...

If this was a manga, she'd be starry-eyed right now.
"At the moment, yes. When you go through the portal it turns you into one."
Bethany's eyes light up. "Can I come?! Can I come please?!"
Good grief, if she
vibrates any harder, she's going to break through dimensional barriers...
I trot closer and give her a nuzzle. "I'm sorry, but it isn't safe unless we know what being turned into a pony does to your medicine." Her head bows as she lets out a disappointed moan, but she reaches up to stroke my nose anyway. Oddly satisfying. "Tell you what. Sunset's locked the portal open now, so I'll check out what it does to your blood this week and you can pay them a visit this weekend. Does that sound alright?"
She nuzzles me back. "Thank you Daddy!"
And Grayven just became
best dad ever. Imagine the other kids' reactions when they hear about this.
"That's quite alright. Looking forward to your lesson with
Ms Gloria this afternoon?"
Bethany frowns. "I don't think she's very nice."
Well, she is a lesser demon. Nice is
literally not in her blood. But she's
trying.
"Then you're a good judge of character. But what makes you think that?"
"She eats birds."
"Honey, a chicken is a type of bird, and if you're telling me that you've gone off chicken then I'm going to have to sort out something else for dinner."
Heheheh! As any parent who's dealt with a child's peculiar decisions about diet would know, that's surprisingly common...
"No, not like chicken-bird, you know, like you buy in a shop. Like there was a little bird outside the classroom and she just kept staring at it the whole time? And Stephan asked her why and she said that she sometimes gets urges?"
"A lot of people get inappropriate urges. That doesn't make them bad people."
Well, unless they
act on those
urges. Then they might be
very bad.
"But she isn't taking her medicine!" Oh… Right. "You said we couldn't stop ourselves killing-. Things… When we turn into monsters, but we are responsible for taking our medicine, because if we don't take it we turn back into monsters and then it's our fault. So if she still wants to eat wild animals then she's bad."
"I'm afraid that there isn't any medicine for Ms Gloria."
Bethany looks horrified. "What?"
Ah, one of those lessons you hate to have to teach a child...
"Ms Gloria isn't quite the same as you and your natural siblings. Her body just sort of ignores medicine. But she's an adult, and as long as it's just wild animals I decided that I should leave her to it."
"But she doesn't want to!"
Wow, she's passionate. Such a nice girl.
"Tell you what: if you see her staring at a bird, walk over and give her a big hug. That should take her mind off it."
If only because I know that her husband -a pleasant if somewhat vacuous Chelsea player- has been carefully raising the idea of having children for a while. And while I suspect that at this point Ms Gloria isn't totally against the idea, there are some things a demonic body struggles with. On the other hand, if she gets the idea to have a demonology-focused magician take a look at my younger children, who knows what might happen?
Things like someone getting stabbed, with either the Daiklave or the Sword of the Fallen...
"Okay Daddy." She takes a step back. "Have fun with the other ponies!"
I nod, smiling. "I'm sure I will."
It's hard for a Brony not to. Even a milder case like Grayven.
She heads off into the Mountain go get her school accoutrements while Lynne looks at me thoughtfully. "What really happened?"
"Sunset kidnapped her successor, but we talked things out. Her banishment appears to have been rescinded, if only because Celestia realises that it won't serve its intended purpose. Ponies are really tiny and really cute."
Of course, it's not quite that simple, but Lynne doesn't need to know that.
"You don't look tiny."
I raise my eyebrows. "Ah, but I do look cute."
Especially to a goth. Batwings, baby.
She rolls her eyes. "Do you want me to feed you a carrot?"
She's trying for teenage-sullen, but the smile ruins it.
"Must
resist... Must
resist..."
"I don't know. I'm fine with it, but I'm worried it might be pony-racist or something." She looks away for a moment. "So you coming this weekend, or-?"
"Yes Daddy, of course I'm coming."
"You would need chains big enough to hold
Superman to
stop me..."
"You going to come as you are, or come as a pony?"
"Um." Her eyes move away from my face as she considers it. "What's it.. like?"
Bets on her becoming a cute little alicorn filly?
"Weird. You fall over a whole lot to start with. But in theory you get access to pony magic."
"Like making stuff float with your horn?"
I'm guessing that's something Sunset mentioned. Or something she's picking up from Grayven...
"I didn't think I should try that in case I broke something. But I could clumsily fly, and I didn't get any physically weaker. Besides, it's only for a few hours. If you don't like it you can just-" I prance in place for a moment. "-trot back through the portal and you'll be a New God again."
"A human-shaped New God, right?"
...The portal will dispel the shape-changing effect both ways, won't it?

I mean, the original canon one did, but Sunset's modifications...
…
"Tell you what: why don't you head down to Sunset's laboratory and I'll test that."
I see he thought of that too.
She looks concerned. "Daddy, are you going to get stuck like that?"
"No, no." I walk closer and give her a nuzzle. "Worse case scenario is that I'll need Sunset to fiddle with the Mirror to make it work properly. And the best part is-."
Her eyes widen. "No Anti-Life. I can't feel it in you."
And she would know what Anti-life feels like, after all.
She was feeling-? No, of course she was, but that's fine, it's gone.
"Yes. Gone completely. There's.. also another potential stepmother I need you and the others to audition, because-."
"Daddy, are you a player?"

Out of the mouths of babes! I think the girls will like Luna though. She's a cute pony princess, after all!
I snort with amusement. "Gosh, no. If I was a player then I wouldn't be getting my children to do interviews. You'd never meet them."
"What about Kara?"
"I thought that she was treating me like an unexploded bomb. If you're telling me-."
A
handsome unexploded bomb, but, well... They
did meet via him attacking a secure site...
The air around us.. glows.. red..? I generate construct armour around Lynne and myself and grasp my weapons as I activate all available drones to repel invaders.
Then the ceiling above us just sort of opens and a giant blue hand reaches down towards me!
Oh, hell! This guy again? What awful timing.

He has a date with a pony princess, you jackass!
"Acquisition successful. Locating local variant 'Grayven'."
Giant blue hand, meet godkiller sword! I stab upwards as-
Ping.
Get'im! Show it what an optimised player can do!
-Mother Box goes to work on the portal itself. The Sword of the Fallen pierces the tip of the grasping forefinger, yellow.. blood? Crackling out. I don't know exactly how good a kit the Sword needs to depower-.
"Agh!"
Oh ho, it can actually feel pain? I suspect it'll be a bit more careful next time.
The hand is withdrawn, the tip of the finger landing on my dining table as the portal collapses and the red light fades.
…
The heck was that about?
Perfect timing to start wondering about whether there are other incarnations of himself about the multiverse... And look, a big old sample to work with!