//------------------------------// // CDC: A Surprise for Slip // Story: 255: The Aegis Collection // by AegisExemplar //------------------------------// Several years ago, Windy Echo was making a delivery in Cloudsdale to "Miss Smith," which was a very odd name for a pony to have. Unfortunately, just as the package was being hoofed over to the teal pegasus with the funny hat and sunglasses, it burst, splashing all over Windy! Perhaps he’d delivered it too fast. "Gasp!" gasped the teal pegasus, "That was my weekly supply of R63 serum!" she moaned. "And the perma version, too... It's going to take me months to get the cure together!" So Windy, stuck as a mare for the time being, wandered the streets of Cloudsdale, mildly confused, but not altogether feeling too bad for a pony in her situation, when the sound of revelry coming from a cloud tavern caught her attention. "Sounds like they're having fun. Why shouldn't I slip in, just to see? I could use a little fun right now..." Within, a celebration was going on! The guest of honor, one Slip Breeze, had just been chosen to join the Night Guard, and was celebrating in the grand old tradition of one-too-many very strong drinks. Windy got caught up in the celebrating, and along with Slip was introduced to something ponykind was simply just not ready for: a human import, from a country very similar to Stalliongrad, vodka. The night blazed by, and Windy and Slip awakened in a daze, several days later. They parted most amicably, having no real memory of what went on. Windy checked back in with the shady shaded, funny-hatted teal pegasus, who had decided to pick up her alchemy supplies from the post office herself from then on. Miss Smith told Windy that it would still be awhile before she had the cure ready. Windy went back to work, but a couple months afterward she started feeling... oddish. Windy went to a doctor, but found that despite not being a baker, she had a bun in the oven. Nine more months later, Night Breeze the little batpony entered the world, and Windy Echo was finally cured of her condition... but decided she likes having the option, so she (now he again) kept in touch with the teal alchemist, who kept available the temporary version of the formula. Soon enough, about four years post-nookie, Windy Echo, delivery pony extraordinaire, zipped to a little Cloudhouse with a pair of deliveries. One a package expected, one most unexpected. He met a batpony at the door, most recognizable. "Hold on, I have somepony you need to meet... Slip." Windy Echo reached back to the saddlebag not filled with very important letters and pulled out his very important passenger. "Night Breeze, meet... your, um, other father." “What are you talking about?” replied Slip, a very confused pony. Windy Echo grinned, a vial of cherry-flavored elixir already making its way down his throat...