And here we have a prime example of what happens when you put an artist in a chat with three writers. These guys are freaking walking prompt factories, I swear. Links to the Writer’s pages when they first appear.
 
Justice3442: and I mean… With Sunburst inevitably becoming the Princess of Knowledge, that means tons and tons of high powered ponies that are going to popped out over the course of a few millennium.
 
Firimil/ Nova: I… why did my mind immediately go to Sunburst in a pretty pink tutu laying on top of a veritable mountain of books hissing at passers-by?!
 
Justice3442: uhhhhh
 
Justice3442: You ask good questions
 
Steel Resolve: Nah, Twilight sleeps on books. Sunburst would be the librarian trying to carefully pull a volume from the bottom of her pile.
 
Justice3442: hahaha, that probably means more offspring as he has to “placate” the Princess of Friendship to even get a volume or two. Man… a few decades into that.
 
“Don’t you get tired that sex is just a means to keep the grand library somewhat organized? I mean, don’t you feel that cheapens your relationship with mom?”
 
“My life is reading, having sex with Twilight Sparkle, putting a book back in its place, and having sex with Twilight Sparkle, watching the miracle of birth, and then having sex with Twilight Sparkle so I can put a book back where it belongs… I’m sorry, but which one where you again?”
 
Firimil/Nova: HAH!
 
Tired Old Man: “I’m Index.”
 
Firimil/ Nova:“Oh, right! Right… wait, we named you that?”
 
Justice3442 “Yeah, your naming efforts dropped at baby 106. Me, by the way.”
 
Justice3442: Well, at least Index has SOME claim to fame and can gripe to his big sister Glossary
 
Firimil/ Nova: “Didn’t we name one of you Abacus?”
 
“Yes”
 
“Then you got off easy.”
 
Justice3442: hahaha
 
Justice3442: Abacus rebelled by getting heavily into jewelry making and bead collecting… it took a few centuries for the irony to hit.
 
Firimil/ Nova: I was just going to say, they made bejewelled Abaci? Rarity would be proud
 
Tired Old Man: “Great! That’ll be—“
 
slides jewels and beads on her braided mane with loud CLACKS
 
“—forty bits please!”
 
“Sis, you have a problem.”
 
“Shut up, Foreword.”
 
Firimil/ Nova: “That’s not nice.”
 
“No one asked you, Thesis.”
 
God help them, by kid ten, Sunburst and Twilight would be so entrenched in kids that if they brought a friend home for dinner they’d be wondering where it came from, and whether or not they adopted one.
 
Tired Old Man: By kid thirty guests start to notice little tags stuck on their backs that look like they belong to a library classification
 
Firimil/ Nova: This was brought forth by their eldest Dewey Decimal!
 
Tired Old Man: “Our parents hath surrendered their loins to perpetual coitus! Therefore, we must learn to organize ourselves!”
 
“But how are we gonna do that, Dewey?”
 
“You just leave that to me.”
 
later
 
“Okay, Dewey, I think shaving barcodes into the backs of our heads is a little much.”
 
“Quiet, 47. It is a necessary sacrifice.”
 
Justice3442: hahahaha
 
Justice3442: Dewy compromised and eventfully settled for branding each kid with a magical tag upon birth. Twilight and Sunburst simply assumed their eldest was taking great interest in his new siblings until they found out the truth
 
Firimil/ Nova: That’s barbaric!
 
Please, he microchipped them.
 
Justice3442: and then they helped him make the system more efficient.
 
Firimil/ Nova: Code reader is engrained into his glasses
 
Tired Old Man:

 
defaults to the egg conveyor belt for the Alien Queen in AVP