//------------------------------// // Bonus Chapter: Present II // Story: Militis Corde // by Sanguine Eyes //------------------------------// The newspaper rolled tightly and Celestia tested its heft, as if inspecting an ancient relic or master crafted sculpture. She gave it a few practice swings before her magic also wrapped up a simple squirt bottle in her golden magical grasp. Her eyes closed and her sharp inhale came in as if she was about to take the first step of a thousand mile journey. The newspaper swatted upside a feathered head and the squirt bottle sprayed a steady stream of water at the same head. "Bad!... No! Bad bad bad!" Tyrin's bloodshot eyes glared back at Celestia, unflinching as she kept swatting him relentlessly. "I told you I wasn't trying to do it... Haven't you heard of a mistake?" "Yeah... they are usually gray drunk and feathered!" Celestia swatted him two more times before he mumbled an incantation and the newspaper burnt up in black flames. But before the ash hit the ground her golden magic rolled up another and brought it to bare. "Sister... That isn't a nice thing to say, and it's not the end of the world." Luna's horn flashed moving Tyrin literally just three feet further away from Celestia. Celestia simple moved forward and the newspaper swatted over Luna's head too. "This is your fault too... what do we tell the kingdom?" Luna sighed letting the newspaper bap her on the head twice before she too incinerated it. "It wasn't planned, and I don't see how it's anypony other than our own business." She grumbled and turned about but sighed explosively as Celestia began bapping her again with a new newspaper. It was black fire again this time which burned the paper, and a blue magical force field which blocked off access to the other newspapers. Then the squirt bottle started up again. "I GET IT!... You can stop now...." Luna growled through her teeth but Celestia didn't stop. "I don't believe you... It's not very damned hard to not get pregnant. Especially with a stupid drunk griffon." She fired the squirt bottle again. "So until I am confident you get it... I'm going to use a much simpler method for both of you..." She pulled up a magazine and rolled it up to continue bapping as well with a monotone chant. "No!... Bad! Bad bad bad! No!" Luna's eye twitched in a manner easily compared to something that was on the verge of violently exploding. Easy to compare because that was indeed what happened next. A flash a blue tore her from her location and another flash of blue tore Tyrin as well from the castle. This time golden fire consumed the rolled up paper and the squirt bottle as she called in a guard. "Get me cake!" The guard looked at her and stuttered a moment before swallowing and trying again. "But... Your majesty... you told us that you were on a diet... and th.." "CAKE! NOW!" It was not wrath but extreme annoyance, but the poor stallion couldn't tell the difference and bolted out the door to bring forth royal sweets for some royal stress eating. "Don't feel bad." Luna's voice echoed off the cave walls. "I don't, I mean. I know it was a mistake, just alcohol and over flirting, but I'm not afraid of it. I am a little confused about how though, we are two very different species." He looked over her shoulder as she dug through a crate, and he held out the stomach tablets for her morning sickness. She quickly took them and popped two. "I'm... I don't know what I am. I know I can handle it, but I am kinda freaking out, and freaking out that I'm not freaking out enough. And generally speaking, magic makes up for gaps in what would normally be logical progression of events. You'd be surprised how often the actual reason is.. 'cuz magic!'... Its handy, but it can kill your brain trying to think it through..." He seemed to phase out in though before stirring. He had no lips, but she could tell what he was thinking. Before he even opened his beak her magic clamped down on it, shutting him up. "It's not your fault. It's nopony's fault. You were ten times as drunk as me, and I kinda just figured I would finally tease you back. Things got out of control and yes, it happened. The world is not going to end." She gently rested a hoof on her belly. "Can you think of any names?" "I gave myself the name Tyrin... I'm not a good person to ask about that..." He nervously scratched at his plumage. "And I named an possum Tiberius, I even knighted him ser knight errant Tibbles.." She smirked, her eyes looked down at belly, thinking of the life forming within her, a soft soothing power flowing through her like a magic she had never felt before. "...Tyr..."