Vader did not know how to resolve such a simple situation, and it frustrated him to a degree difficult to explain.
He has already fought and survived in endless deserts, gigantic and dangerous forests, with monsters that could easily rival a tank, hostile waters and in complete war zones.
But in that situation, he had never been exposed in both the lives of the Jedi and Sith, and it was something he was having a monumental difficulty in restraining from killing anyone.
When he ascended to the right hand position of the emperor, and his 'Yes-man', he had already received countless attempts at compromises for his career.
Ambitious officers who wanted to use their female bodies to attract his attention and possibly a better position, slaves trying to please him at the behest of their owners, whores who simply wanted his money.
However, this situation was completely unexpected.
"What do you mean by 'Festival of love because of the heating season'?"
He repeated the information given to him to his adviser, the elder only gave a little chuckle with Vader's confused reaction.
"It is understandable you are confused on this matter, my lord, let me explain; Humans before the great war had no restrictions in periods of... 'Heat', they could do the 'act' whenever they pleased.
However, when we were defeated and enslaved by the Equestrians, they forced us to follow a pattern of when we could or could not try to have children, to be able to control the population and to be able to 'breed' stronger humans by selecting suitable male and female 'candidates' as the owners pleased.
The most common period they used is after winter, and after so many decades so.... Practically, we got used to it...."
After a short period Vader was silent, unable to believe what he was hearing, that was wrong in all possible ways for a sentient people! They practically treated them like cattle to be able to 'produce' better slaves!
It was official, he would make the leader’s death slow as possibly the force would allow him, he would torture him, shatter him, he would destroy and rebuild him slowly, each limb, each eye, each finger, and make him feel every moment of it, from when the limbs were removed and when incinerated, he would make him feel every cut, every-
"M-my Lord! P-please calm down!"
He slowly came out of his trance, not noticing all the furniture in the room floating in his silent rage, controlling his feelings, he would slowly put the furniture in place, while turning his attention to the Elder.
"My apologies Elder, I got lost when.... You informed me that you- our people, were treated in such a way, it is disgusting, everyday i learn something worse of this slavers, and day by day, my hate grows, and i promise you, they will pay for everything they have done for our people."
Elder smiled sadly and slowly nodded in confirmation.
"Your hate is totally justifiable my lord, we have suffered a lot by their hands, however, i see a bright future with your guiding hand, and together we will free the entire human race!"
A small smile threatened to come out from under Vader's mask, and slowly, he started walking with the old man down the corridor of the huge wooden building.
"Returning to the problem at hand, I promise you, my lord, that is just this month we will have to halt much of our activities, the festival is mostly to satisfy the 'hunger' of the young women in this time."
He said with a chuckle.
"The main problem is, we will have to give up much of our manpower in this.... 'season', as the women will have to stay back to take care of their sons while they carry them in their bellies and after they are born."
Vader had been silent while the Elder explained, he knew problems would occur, but a problem for horny females...? Was not one of them, he would then leave his thoughts and turn his attention to the Elder.
"If a woman goes through this, 'heat season' will she have another one in the following year, or is it something that happens only once in their lifetime?"
The Elder looked at Vader with a raised eyebrow, however, he would quickly recompose himself.
"Only once when they reach 19 years, as one woman in average has at least 5 children, while they can have many more, most die in childbirth."
He then nodded his head as he continued walking towards the door that would be the exit from the building they were in.
"When this 'Heat season' starts?"
The elder held his chin in thought and after a couple of seconds he would look at Vader.
"Tomorrow."
Great, just great, the day he planned to go on an expedition to the capital of the crystal empire.
He didn't believe he had to postpone his plans because his followers wanted to get laid.
He let a sigh escape his lips as he walked with the Elder through the center of the village, having already left the building during the conversation.
Vader had his plans circumvented once by a perverted officer once, but unlike the moment he was going through now, he had executed the officer and put a more competent one in place.
He could not execute all his followers simply for something as simple like this, even though their duty was mainly to serve him, they had their carnal desires and reasons for loving and forming a family....
He slowly looked at the floor and sighed to himself quietly.
As he with Padme....
"Something wrong my lord?"
He slowly looked at the Elder.
"You are dismissed Elder, report me back when the preparations of the festival are done."
He quickly bowed.
"As you decree my lord."
Slowly, Vader started to walk again in the direction of his chambers, he had left his 'visitor' he had rescued some days prior on his bed as he didn't require sleep, as much as his energy was recovered in his meditations, he wanted some answers, as his 'visitor' probably was already recovered at that point.
"My lord, will you participate of the Love Festival tomorrow?"
He immediately stopped.
"I Have lost the way to love for a long time Elder."
He responded without turning back, and without saying any other word, he kept on walking towards his destination.
Slowly he opened his eyes and moan a little, scratching one eye a little to help him wake up a little more.
Uuuugh.... My head.....
Slowly he would remember what happened before he passed out, the pain, the persecution, the humiliation ...
And....
His salvation.....
W-wait.... Where am i....?
He slowly looked around, he was in a room....
One beautiful and black room, in its decorations he could see luxurious they were and.....
Weapons....?
Yes, several swords hung on a wall, each different from the other.
He couldn't be an expert, but he could recognize some of them, they were from... Royal Guards...?
Oh no....
He was captured by ponies!
What could he do??? He knew what happened to Changelings in Equestrian soil.....
Execution....
He was not one of the followers of Chrysalis, however, Equestrians did not know how to differentiate changelings, confusing them as all the same.
He in an act of desperation, quickly tried to get up from the bed where he was located.
It was very comfortable and luxurious, but he wouldn't fall for it, they should be making him comfortable to get his confidence, get information, and then kill him! He wouldn't let that happen!
But immediately after putting a foot on the ground, he collapsed, the pain was immense, and slowly he looked at his body.
He wore only a small fabric between his legs, which could be considered as a pair of pants to cover his 'masculinity', he slowly passed his eyes over his belly and chest, they had many dressings soiled with green blood.
Luckily it was not in any vital organ or vein.
He slowly tried to get up, only to tremble in pain and fall back, with great difficulty, he crawled to one of the windows.
With a monumental effort, he managed to open it, only to see one of the least expected scenes for him.
Humans, humans everywhere, building, working, exchanging, laughing, and talking.
Yes, he expected humans since Equestria was an anthill of slaves, however, so many? And where are the Ponies? why are they so clean and well-dressed?
Then it hit him.
He was not in the pony-controlled territory, but a human one.
He couldn't believe it, how was that possible? Humanity had been completely overwhelmed by the fall of the Hubian Kingdom.
Were they fugitive slaves who came together and formed a new society? Remains of the kingdom? A human empire never found...?
With so many questions and no answer, he could just look in awe through the streets of this unknown city, not noticing steps coming down the halls near his room.
Only when the doorknob was pulled up and the door opened did he notice that someone was entering, quickly looking, was he surprised again.
A huge figure that could easily reach two meters, with black armor that reached from head to toe, and a helmet that completely covered his face.
He was terrified, obviously with such a big figure, he could easily overcome him in strength and hurt him. With the chances of him defending himself decreased dramatically.
However, he remembered something.
Khuuur Phuur
That breath!
He remembered!
That giant... was he that saved him...?
However, he didn't have time to think anymore, when the figure entered the room and slowly walked towards him, still scared to death, he lost his balance and fell on his ass on the floor.
Looking at the figure that towered over him, he closed his eyes, turned his head to the side and covered his head in terror.
"Please don't hurt me!"
The Figure seemed to stop at the Changeling's despair, and he looked to the side, almost as if he were uncomfortable, and slowly returned to look at him.
"Do not worry little one, I am not gonna hurt you."
His dark, deep voice did not help calm the changeling, but he found the courage to open one eye and slowly look at the figure and was surprised when he found a hand extended to him, he looked at the hand and returned the black figure, slowly taking his hands off his head.
Slowly and timidly he reached out and place it on top of the Dark Lord's, and be helped to his feet.
At that time, a bond was created, and even though Vader considers him to be just a pawn for his plans, the more time he spends with that insect creature, the more he would question himself.