Y.. ess…
I pull off my duvet and carefully get out of bed. I'm far to heavy and too strong to throw my weight around, even on a bed built for someone my size plus guest. To say nothing of the risk to anyone who was here with me. Bethany is quite a bit tougher than a baseline human but if she had a nightmare and in the morning fug I rolled the wrong way…
I'm guessing that he generally lets his
lady-friends take the lead, then.

Otherwise, the fun times might well be
apocalyptic for the furniture... And possibly the
lady.

Man of
granite, woman of
marshmellow?
"…monkey pastern..!"
Hm. No real need to armour up just yet. I can stay in my pyjamas until it's time to take the children to school. I amble over to my bedroom door and push it open, taking a moment to connect my metaphysique with the arcane systems of Challenger Mountain-.
On the up side, you'll get to hear how
widely-travelled Luna's vocabulary is. Though I doubt even
she could equal
Captain Haddock...
A woman-. Luna, glares at me from the floor at the end of the corridor. Skin a shade lighter than my usual illusory false-face combined with vibrant blue hair… Not sure why Starswirl's Mirror didn't allow her to keep her usual starry mane, but who am I to argue with a dead stallion? The Mirror also seems to have interpreted her peytral as an evening dress a jewellery rather than.. armour-.
"Dost thou not intend to lift Us to Our feet?!"
...I don't know, there's all manner of
fun times the two of you could have in this position.
She's lying on her front, trying to push herself up a little with her thumbs-. Ah, yes, I see what she's doing wrong. Her hair is far longer than her mane was, and since she hasn't tied it up at all it's splayed all over the floor. She doesn't look physically injured, though her pride is clearly a little bruised.
"But of course, my love."
Dear god, his daughters are going to
love playing around with all that hair... It'll be like a giant, life-size styling toy.
I stride down the corridor, crouching next to her as she inexpertly flails at me with her hands in an attempt to get a grip.
"Monkey infants can perform.. basic.. grasping..!"
Yes, but
you don't have the benefit of a monkey's instincts. If you were anything like Sunset, you tried to walk on fingertips and tip-toes at first, didn't you?
"Monkey infants weren't born a midget horse. Can you rest them by your sides?"
She grimaces, bending her elbows so that her arms fold up at her sides with her hands by her shoulders. Her head turns to face the floor and her hair completely enshrouds her head.
In other words, she's adopted the laying posture of a young pony...
Adorable.
"Lifting you in two, one…"
My hands go under her arms and lift as I stand, her body trailing limply beneath them. Luna raises her head slightly and tries impotently to blow her hair out of her face.
Gonna take more than that little puff to move
that much hair. Seriously, that must be
amazingly heavy. Long hair weighs a
ton, even dry.
"How dost the females of thine species function?"
"They have these things called 'scissors'..? I have no idea why the Mirror made your hair this long."
And now I wonder what a haircut that severe on this side would translate into on the other... Something akin to Dash's shorter styles? Or Maud Pie's bob...
She takes a breath.
"Lower Us. We shall attempt to remain balanced 'pon Our hind hooves."
For about as long as it takes for
gravity to take hold. And she's a
harsh mistress.
"Iiiii'm not sure that's a good idea."
"Thou'st managed when first thou visited Our realm."
He had the benefit of a flight aura, so that he could keep his body at the right height.
"Ponies have four legs. They're more stable. If you get one wrong the other three will usually keep you upright."
Hm.
And I doubt she's willing to resort to crutches as a.. crutch.

Er... You know what I mean!
I set her down for a moment and shift my hands even as she instinctively tries to stand on the tips of her toes. Right hand in the middle of her back, left forearm against the backs of her thighs and lift as she starts to overbalance. Luna blinks as she suddenly finds herself in a bridal carry, and I take a moment to realise how much smaller she seems like this.
She looks up at me, and has another go at blowing her hair out of her face. Between her exhalation and whipping her head to the side she mostly managed it.
At least she's not as..
pnuematic.. as some depictions of her as a human or anthropomorphic pony.
Those would make it even harder to adjust.
"Good morning, Luna. Doing something different with your mane?"
She tries to snort, but the human nose isn't really designed for that.
So, a cute 'harrumph'.
Adorable.
"We wert intending-!"
I lift her a little higher up and kiss her gently on the lips. The act seems to calm her slightly.
Probably taking note of the
subtle differences between Pony lips and Human. I suspect there's a
few.
"Yes. Like that. We intended to infiltrate your sleeping quarters and present Ourself. But this is impossible!"
She looks adorably cross about the whole situation.
Heh. cute even when she's angry, eh? Sure love isn't making you a little blind, Grayven?
"You made it most of the way."
"We were supposed to be here-! We spend hours crawling upon your floor, flailing in a vain attempt at locomotion."
...How long did
Sunset take to get the hang of walking, again?
"I certainly appreciate the effort."
Ah… I think it would be best to deposit her on a seat at the breakfast table. She should be able to keep herself upright without.. help…
...The kids are going to
squee into the ultra-sonic range, aren't they?
"You're not missing moonset, are you?"
"Our sister has volunteered to take the strain. We are.. frustrated that we have squandered her favour so."
Given she's done it for
centuries until recently, I doubt it's much of an
imposition for her. And she's probably more than happy to let Luna have a morning off.
"No, no, this can be a bonding activity." I start carrying her in the direction of the dining room. "But did you not bump into a genomorph at some point? They could easily have loaded Sunset's knowledge of bipedal locomotion into your brain."
"After what happened last time, We thought it best to avoid such techniques. We may have need to it for the good of Our realm, and so would hate to discombobulate Our mind mastering something frivolous. And…"
And if the Genomorphs could sense her
irritation, they probably decided it best to merely keep watch...
She glances away awkwardly.
"We remember that you were at least somewhat ambulatory during our first meeting."
Again, flight aura. Amazing how easy it is to learn to move when you're not
fighting gravity.
"Yeah, I'm just amazing. How are you coping with not being able to levitate things?"
"Not being able to walk is of greater concern to Us." … "Though We will admit that being carried in this fashion is not a wholly unpleasant experience. There is no true equivalent amongst ponykind."
I doubt Unicorn telekinesis is so... Intimate.
"Daddy, who is that?"
Sarah stares up at us from her seat at the breakfast table, vacuum pack of blood grasped in her hands. As haemovores, they do need to ingest blood. The problem is making sure that they aren't driven into a frenzy whenever they start to feel hungry.
Heh, bit of a midnight snack, then? Or getting an early start on breakfast ahead of the others. Some kids are just
early risers, after all.
"This is Luna."
She frowns, taking another suck.
Thankfully, Luna can't smell the blood, with her inferior - if
cute - human nose.
"No it's not. Luna's a horsie."
I crane my neck in her direction and pointedly raise my eyebrows. "Luna's a what?"
I mean... How old is she, to still be using a bit of baby talk?
She thinks for a moment. "Ponie?"
I smile. "That's right. But this time she came through the-" I slide a chair out with my right foot. "-Mirror, rather than a Boom Tube. You know how I transform when I do that?"
Hmm... Have the
kids been through yet, besides Ace? Because I'm picturing a
colourful little brood of bat-ponies.
She smiles, nodding. "Daddy turns into a horsi-."
"Aah."
"Horse."
Close enough.
I nod. "And when a pony like Sunset comes through from the other side?"
"They turn human?"
Got it in one, kiddo. Admittedly, a very
pretty human.
"Which is why-" I gently deposit Luna in a chair before heading towards the kitchen. "-she's having a little trouble moving around. Luna? Feel like testing out those omnivore taste buds with some bacon?"
One bite in: "How can a chunk of dead pig taste
sooo good?" ...And yes, I
know Ponies do eat more than grains and flowers and
apples... But I suspect meat would not be a
common taste they'd encounter.