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A Second Life chapter 19

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>She nuzzled your side and into your hand, which you ran through her mane, scratching her head.
>The city had taken its fair share of damage, but from what you could tell, there were no changelings.
>Then again, by now they may have taken on disguises.
>With such a steep slope down to the city, you had Spitfire climb on your back once more as you descended the rocky slope.
>It was one of the more patrolled routes of the castle grounds, and the two of you were instantly surrounded by squad of guards with spears leveled.
>”HALT, WHO GOES THERE?!”
“Get your eyes checked guard, it’s me. Anonymous.”
>”How do we know you aren’t a changeling?”
“I don’t know, do you have a way to tell changelings and humans apart?”
>”…Well.”
“You can either attack me, and I’ll kick every one of your flanks, or we can go see Celestia.”
>Another guard spoke up. “That definitely sounds like Anonymous.”
>”Alright, we’ll take you to Celestia, but if you so much as make one wrong move I’ll spear you.”
“I would expect nothing less.”
>You and Spitfire walked through the castle grounds, leading the guards around to the main entrance.
>The whole place seemed to echo with memories, but what memories you couldn’t recall.
>You knew you spent a lot of your time here.
>You paused, looking over to the shed where you held your weapons and extra gear.
“Would you stallions mind if I grabbed a fresh set of clothes?”
>”Later. Celestia will determine if you’re an imposter, or the real Anonymous.”
>Leading the way to the throne room, the two Unicorn guards posted gave you a double take, before opening the doors.
>Inside, Celestia sat on her throne, regal looking as ever despite debris from a fallen column and a blown open wall.
“Sorry Princess, it seems I missed the party. I trust you kept our guests entertained?”
>Celestia grinned.
>”I thought you were dead Anonymous.”
“Now Celestia, you know me better than that.”
>”Guards, you may leave. We are in the company of Anonymous, not an imposter.”
“Are you sure?”
>Spitfire looked at you. “Anon! Do you want them to kill us?!”
>”He’s just reinforcing his point dear Spitfire. Only Anonymous would be so bold.”
>”Heh, guess you’re right Princess.”
>”I am. Come you two, you look terrible. What can I offer you?”
“Food!”
>”Shower!”
“Show me where my room is.”
>”And I could use a doctor.”
>Celestia stood from her throne walking past the both of you.
>”Come, I’ll have somep0ny bring you two some food. Let’s get those wounds looked at.”
>Celestia led you to the small medical bay in the castle where a doctor was looking over the charts of a dark blue alicorn.
“What happened to her?”
>Celestia looked over at you, not believing her ears.
>”You don’t remember?”
“Nope. Are you sure I was around?”
>”Oh dear… Spitfire did you give him the potion?”
>Spitfire looked down at the floor as the doctor inspected her wing.
>”I did, it just… didn’t exactly work how we expected. Instead of Queen Chrysalis, he’s bonded to me.”
>”That didn’t go according to plan…”
>”Worse yet, he doesn’t remember a thing about Luna. ANYTHING!”
“Calm down Spitfire! Look, are you both in on this? Honestly I remember everything that happened so far while I’ve been here.”
>”Except getting married to a princess.”
“I think I would remember that!”
>”Anon, I promise you. This is no ruse. Luna there is your wife, you both have two lovely little foals.”
>You looked over at Spitfire who hadn’t made eye contact with anyone in the room for at least 5 minutes now.
>She knew.
>She tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen to it.
>Was it possible the queen fried your brain so much that you would forget something like that?
>Actually, you never really forgot about a lot of the stuff here in Equestria, was it possible she went into your mind and deleted specific memories?
>All involving this one blue alicorn?
>Oh look food.
>You hungrily scarfed down the assortment of muffins, nuts, fruits, cheeses and bread.
>”My, you two must have gone days without eating. You poor things…”
”There is a small problem Princess.”
>”Other than your apparent memory loss?”
“Discord has returned.”
>”I feared as such… That would be my fault.”
“How? And how did you fight off all of the changelings?”
>”I recruited help like you said. The griffons offered their aid, and my father sent troops as well.”
“Father… King Eternity?”
>”You remember him?”
“Vaguely… I remember he gave me the stuff from Tartarus.”
>Celestia sighed, rubbing her forehead with a hoof.
>”When he sent troops, it left much of Tartarus unguarded. Some demons escaped, I guess Discord was one of them.”
“Figures, some things just don’t stay dead. ”
>”I will see about getting you a room Anonymous. Spitfire, if something happened to your home, you too are welcome to stay. If you’ll excuse me.”
>Celestia withdrew from the medical bay, returning to sitting on her throne or whatever it was she did.
>Spitfire didn’t make a peep, avoiding your gaze as best she could.
“Spits?”
>”I’m sorry…”
“…I was going to ask if you wanted me to walk you back home. We can walk and talk if you want.”
>”Yeah… I guess that would be best.”
>”Miss Spitfire, I’d recommend staying off that wing for a good month at least. Be glad it didn’t get infected.”
>”I’ll keep it in mind Doc.”
>Once more, you and Spitfire walked alongside each other, in silence until you got out into the castle courtyard that led to the front gates.
>”I’m sorry Anonymous.”
“I am too.”
>”You are? But… Why? I’m the… low life… dirty…”
“We were both under the influence of some weird potion. Not to mention we’ve both had feelings for each other since forever ago.”
>”You did?”
“Well yeah I just… I don’t know why I never told you.”
>”Because of Luna.”
“Luna… right… I guess that would make sense, one doesn’t simply dump a princess.”
>”Yeah…”
>More awkward silence, and you took the moment to look around at the surrounding city.
>Craters, some buildings smoldering husks of what they used to be.
>Apparently the whole “stealthy infiltration and integrate with p0ny society” didn’t go according to plan.
>You wished you could have been here, fighting the buggers, instead of cooped up in a cave, or wandering across a desert.
>”So you aren’t mad I took advantage of you?”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine too. I can’t be mad at you because I didn’t believe you when you first told me about being married.”
>”Believe me; I wouldn’t lie to you about you being married. I really wish you weren’t sometimes.”
“Sounds like there’s a ‘but’ implied in there.”
>”But you two were happy together, and I’m a terrible p0ny for coming between you two out there.”
“Quit being so hard on yourself.”
>”I-“
“Look, what happened, happened. It’s in the past and now, I guess I need to try and be the best husband I can. Despite knowing nothing more than her name.”
>”Heh… good luck with that Anon. You know where I live if you need a friend.”
“I’m glad we agree on that. You’re my best friend in Equestria. Promise me you won’t fall back into drinking?”
>”Promise me I’ll see you again, and you aren’t just going to vanish from my life after this?”
“I’ll see you Friday, dinner’s on me.”
>”I’ll hold you to that Anon.”
“I expect you to.”
>You knelt down, hugging your friend Spitfire in a warm embrace.
“Now as your friend, I’m telling you now. You stink, go take a bath.”
>”Don’t have to tell me twice Anon, you could use one yourself. You… want to use mine.”
>You gave a small smile, and pet her mane.
“No, I can’t…”
>”I understand. It was fun while it lasted, right?”
”Staying in a cave for four days, and wandering across a desert for another three is fun to you?”
>Spitfire looked down at the ground below her, her smile fading.
“Next time we have a crash landing, try to crash in a spa or something. But really… It was fun while it lasted. I’ll always remember it.”
>”Until a changeling bucks your mind up again.”
“Get out of here you. I’ll see you Friday.”
>”Bye Anon, see you around.”
>Spitfire walked inside of her house, and you walked back to the castle, still looking like hammered shit a midst several p0nies that were doing their best to return life to normal.
>Before you even got to the castle doors, a guard rushed to meet you, rushing to your side.
>”Anon! Luna just woke up, you should come with me to the medical room
“Uh, I guess I should go meet my wife then. Lead on.”
>The guard took off down the hallway, leaving you in the dust.
>You were too tired to run. And to be honest, you weren’t really sure how you felt about meeting a p0ny princess you were supposedly married to.
>With the speed that would piss off your everyday grandma, you made your way to the entrance of the medical bay, and stood there, uncertain how to approach this.
>Celestia, Shining Armor, and the doctor crowded around the dark blue alicorn, babbling about.
>She was pretty, her cyan blue eyes met yours and went wide, as if she recognized you.
>”What in Equestria is that?”
>Or not.
>Celestia looked down at her sister in shock.
>”Sister, surely you remember your husband Anonymous…”
>”We married THIS creature? Is this one of thy ruses? We do not recall ever meeting it.”
>Great, a prim and proper kind of mare, the kind you didn’t like.
“Believe me Princess, I don’t think this is a joke.”
>”Thy words are crude and improper. Surely thy jest sister.”
“Did she just blow in from the dark ages?”
>”THY WILL ADDRESS ME PROPERLY YOU INSOLENT WHELP!”
>R.I.P. eardrums.
“Well excuse me Princess. I figured if I was your husband I would get a little more leniency.”
>”This creature is so deformed, and he does not even care to bathe himself. I smell his stench from over here!”
”Well for your information Princess I’ve been stuck in a desert the past week.”
>Luna opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Celestia.
>”Enough! Both of you!”
>You both looked to a bewildered Celestia, who looked at both of you.
>”You two have sworn an oath of marriage whether you remember it or not, and you will act accordingly.”
>”Hmph!”
“At this rate, I’d rather be back in the desert.”
>”Will you two please control yourselves!”
>You felt a small tug at your pants leg, and looked down at two little p0nies, one black and one silver.
“Well aren’t you two just the most adorable things.”
>”Those would be your children Anon.”
“…But I’m human.”
>”It’s a very long story Anon, please, we will discuss it in the morning. For now, you two should retire, try to get to know each other again, and in Anonymous’ case, bathe.”
>”Very well sister… We will attempt to make nice with this creature, no matter how revolting it may look.”
>Celestia led you both to Luna’s old tower that had been rebuilt and refurbished since you left.
>”It feels as though I have not stepped foot in here for a very long time.”
>You placed the kids in their cribs, and made way to the bathroom for a long hot shower.
>It felt glorious.
>Hot steaming water washing away all this grime, real soap cleansing your body.
>A fresh shave, and fresh clothes, you stepped back into the room where Luna was getting comfortable.
>She laid in her bed, reading a book, but momentarily looked up to see you standing in the center of the room, unsure about your next move.
>”You may lay with me creature, but do not touch me.”
“Would it kill you to call me Anonymous? Or Anon?”
>”Perhaps.”
“Whatever, if you want to actually talk, wait until morning. I’m bucking tired.”
>You crawled under the blankets of the king size bed, and fell fast asleep, your body finally able to relax.
>That morning, you were woken up via hoof to the gut, knocking the wind out of you and you out of the bed.
“What was that for!?”
>”Thou were touching me in thy sleep.”
“Well excuuuuse me. I can’t control what I do in my sleep.”
>”Hmph. We must go about our duties. Make thyself useful and watch thy kids.”
>You mumbled incoherent sentences as Princess Bitch walked out of her room, and walked over to the two cribs.
>The silver one… Dawn was it? She was sound asleep.
>Dusk, the colt, was moving around restlessly under his blanket, like a miniature ghost.
>You lifted the blanket, and Dusk looked up at you, giving a squeal.
>Oh man that’s adorable.
>You reached down and pet him on his head, then watched as he beat his wings and floated up and out of his crib, and onto the floor.
>In the blink of an eye, he disappeared and reappeared at the top of the ceiling, hanging upside down, just hanging there like Spiderman.
“THAT’S AWESOME!”
>Dusk squealed once more, clapping his forehooves together and began walking around.
>You began looking around for some baby food, finding some in what looked to be a black diaper bag.
>Did everything this mare owned have to be black or have to deal with the night?
>Sure the night sky was beautiful, but damn, some variety would be nice.
>You picked Dawn up from her crib and sat on the bed, then wondered the best way to wake her up.
>Shake? No, you never shake babies, you knew that much.
“Um… wake up Dawn… time for breakfast…”
>Dusk floated down onto your head, squealing as he landed.
>That seemed to work, and Dawn whimpered as her tiny legs stretched in various directions.
“You two are adorable. Ready for breakfast Dawn?”
>She squealed, taking eagerly opening her mouth for the incoming bottle, and holding it with her legs.
>The other bottle levitated upwards from the bed, and into Dusk’s mouth.
>You picked him off your head and set him next to you so he wouldn’t fall, and watched the two hungrily suck on the bottles of milk.
>Come to think of it though, you had no idea how much to give them, was one bottle enough?
>Too much?
>Dawn cast aside her bottle suddenly, hiccupping and started to cry.
>Hey you knew this one!
>Just had to get a towel or something…
>You searched the diaper bag, finding a small white towel.
>Perfect.
>You placed it on your shoulder, and picked up the tiny silver filly, patting her on the back.
>A few minutes later you were rewarded with a resounding burp, nearly shattering your eardrums.
>If you had to guess, she had her mother’s lungs for sure.
>You picked up Dusk next, who complained about having his bottle taken.
“Come on big guy, you ate just as much as your sister. We can’t have Prince Dusk getting all tubby now can we?”
>Dusk stuck his tongue out, making a “pfbt” sounds.
“You’re silly.”
>You repeated the burping process on Dusk, and after a few minutes he burped, much quieter than his sister to your relief.
>Checking their diapers, you found neither of them had pooped, and as far as you could tell, neither was wet.
>So you let them go, and they immediately began zooming around the room in a curious craze, with Dusk walking on the ceiling and Dawn attempting to fly around like a Wonderbolt.
>Maybe she would like to meet Spitfire, once her wing was healed at least.
>One day you would take both of these to see the Wonderbolts, surely they would like that.
>Just as you finished your thoughts, Dusk fell down and latched onto your face again, blinding you with a ball of fur.
“Mmmph!”
>You pried Dusk off of your face, who giggled and squirmed in your hands.
>This must be a game you two played back before you lost your memory.
>From now on, you were going to refer to it as “D’aw from Above.”
“Hey Dusk, when mommy comes back, you should do that to her.”
>Surely even a sour mare like Luna would smile at that.
>Dusk didn’t miss a beat, and poofed over to the ceiling above the door, waiting patiently for Luna to walk through the door.
>He really was your kid, lying in wait, ready to spring the ambush on his own mom.
>Meanwhile, Dawn was doing her best to fly around, despite only being a few months old at best.
>Shame, didn’t even know their birthday…
>You began looking through a black dresser, finding several clothes you could wear, mostly the subdued ACU fatigues.
>At this point, you didn’t care what you wore, as long as it was clean.
>As you put on the fatigues and laced up your boots, the door opened, followed by a screech.
>Fuck you missed it.
>You rushed over to see Luna shaking her head in an attempt to dislodge Dusk.
“What are you doing?! You’ll hut him!”
>You snatched the colt off her head, finding a wild eyed Luna underneath.
>”Control thy child beast!”
“He’s OUR child, whether you like it or not.”
>Luna clenched her jaw, unable to argue against facts, no matter how ugly they were to her.
>”Thou should show thy wife some respect brute.”
“Flawless logic, demand respect, give none. You sound like a typical officer.”
>”Watch thy tongue…”
>You sarcastically stuck out your tongue, looking down at it.
>”Thou are an insolent, immature, brutish whelp! What mare in their right mind would even imagine marrying you?!”
“You.”
>Luna was flustered and assmad beyond comprehension, storming over to Dawn and picking her up in a magical field.
>”At least Dawn has not been influenced by thy brutish and uncouth ways. She will be taught how to properly act as a member of royalty.”
“I guess that means Dusk will learn how to have fun, be a normal kid, and not act like he has a stick in his flank like somep0ny I know.”
>”Thou dare-“
>You didn’t let her finish, tucking Dusk to your chest, and slamming the door on your way out.
>Dusk was already whimpering, looking up at you with large blue eyes.
“Calm down buddy, I’m sure once mommy calms down her and daddy will get along fine…”
>Seriously, was she anything like this when you two got married?
>What were you thinking brain?
>Did you really just ask me that? I don’t know any more than you do.
>You took Dusk out to the courtyard, letting him ride on top of your head the whole ways.
>It was like your own furry hat.
>That moved, and occasionally slobbered on you, and squealed.
>Still adorable though, if nothing else you would stay around for him.
>You just might need a room away from Luna.
>Dusk proceeded to leap from your head and chase a butterfly, doing his best to catch it in his hooves.
>He wasn’t even coming close, but it was adorable to watch.
>Dusk perused the butterfly relentlessly for hours, leaping from place to place, occasionally teleporting if it got too far away.
>”Anon!”
>You looked behind you to find Celestia trotting up, a look of worry apparent.
“Yes Celestia, something I can help you with?”
>”Luna seemed less than happy this morning, is everything ok?”
>You paused a moment, thinking how to best explain the situation.
>You decided to put it bluntly.
“No, things are not ok. Your sister is the most-“
>”Please, stop. I know how she is. Her mind has gone back to a time long past. She has become more jealous, more hateful.”
“I had a feeling she wasn’t herself.”
>”You remember how she used to be?”
“No, I just know I wouldn’t have married her had she acted like this before.”
>”Fair enough…”
“I suppose you have some kind of advice you can give me, maybe something that can jog her memory?”
>”I don’t know. I was hoping you two would at least be on speaking terms…”
“You two aren’t?”
>”She has been very quiet towards me. We aren’t sure exactly how much of her memory is lost, and I worry she…”
>Celestia trailed off, letting her thoughts take over.
“I’m going to give her some time alone, perhaps tonight we’ll talk, and maybe then we’ll be more civil.”
>”She does seem more content at night… Anyways, is there anything I can do?”
“Perhaps you could give me a guest room? Everything is going so fast, maybe if we didn’t sleep together we wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves so fast.”
>”I’m sure we have one open. The diplomats did not stay for the battle. Shall I have cribs brought in?”
“Couldn’t hurt. Thank you Celestia.”
>Typical Celestia, as far as you could remember.
>Always worried about others.
>Why did you hold a knife to her throat that one time then?
>Those damn changelings must have scrambled your brain more than you thought, seems they did their best to eradicate Luna from your brain.
>Hell, it gave you a headache just thinking about it
>No wait, that was Dusk shifting around again, you almost forgot about him.
>You pulled him down and tucked him into your chest, tickling his belly.
“Think we should go talk to mommy?”
>Dusk nodded.
>Amazing how he couldn’t speak, but he seemed to understand every word you said.
>Was that normal? Hell you don’t know. You were new to this baby thing.
>You made you way back to the castle and up to Luna’s room, finding her changing Dawn’s diaper.
>”Back so soon?”
“Yes…”
>”Hmph.”
“I came for my things Princess. I’ll be moving to one of the guest rooms, and I’ll be taking Dusk with me.”
>”Good riddance beast.”
“Princess, really. At least call me by my name.”
>”Pack thy things and leave. Be happy we are allowing thee to leave with our son.”
“I can’t tell if you finally accepted I’m the father or if you’re doing that “we” thing still.”
>”Whatever creature thou are, it is not p0ny. You are no father to my children as far as I’m concerned.”
“Yet I’m taking Dusk. Where is the logic in that?”
>”Thou have tainted my child with thy image. Besides, I do not wish to care for two foals alone.”
“Whatever you say Princess.”
>You set Dusk next to Dawn as she crawled around on the ground, letting the two play as you packed your bags.
>You didn’t have that much.
>A few sets of fatigues, what looked to be a recreated Army Dress Blues, some grey and black PT clothes.
>Then again, they did build that little room for you to keep all of your combat gear, a miniature armory if you will.
>Throwing the bag over your shoulder, you walked over and scooped up Dusk, placing him on your head.
“I suppose there’s no reason to come back?”
>”No, begone.”
“I’ll see you around Princess. Have a good night.”
>Luna didn’t respond, only stepped out onto the balcony and watched the setting sun as you stepped out into the stairwell.
>Dusk looked down at you, slightly confused.
>He may not know everything that went on around him, but he knew something was up.
>As you stepped into the main corridor of the castle, you bumped into Shining Armor and Cadence, returning to their room for the night.
>”Evening Anonymous, good to see you’re ok.” Cadence smiled.
>The two of you hadn’t talked much in the past from what you remembered, but she was nice.
>She had to be, married to your buddy.
>Then again, you were married to Princess Luna, perhaps that wasn’t a good sign.
>”Yeah, I was worried when they didn’t find your body at the crash site. Shame you couldn’t be here for the fight, would have made things more one sided.”
“Believe me, I would rather have been here fighting alongside you p0nies.”
>”In any case, WE were worried. How are things with Luna? You look like you’re moving out.” Cadence looked concerned.
“Things aren’t well, and I am moving out in an attempt to give her some space. Maybe her memory will come back.”
>”I guess you two aren’t feeling the love like you used to. You two used to be so happy…”
“Unfortunately, neither of us remembers that time.”
>”Love will find a way, give it time.”
>”Anyways, it’s been a long day, take care buddy.”
“Good night you two.”
>You made your way to your new room, a pair of cribs already against the wall.
>You placed you little colt in one, who looked over at the other curiously waiting for his sister to appear.
“Dawn is staying with mommy little guy.”
>He looked up at you, perplexed.
>Brain, are we really about to explain our situation to a baby?
>Do it faggot.
“Mommy and Daddy aren’t getting along. Don’t worry though, everything will be ok.”
>He seemed to understand, at least he laid down and made himself comfortable as you put a blanket over top of him.
>He looked back up at you, and gave a soft whine.
>Great, brain? What do?
>Diaper? Nah it’s clean. Food? That must be it.
>Just have to get the bottle from the diaper bag… That you left in Luna’s room.
>You went to investigate a knock at your door, finding satan herself standing there, a diaper bag levitating beside her.
>With the force of Thor’s hammer, she threw the bag into your chest, knocking you back a few feet.
>”Too focused on thy own things to remember what you need for thy own son? Typical.”
>Without another word, Luna turned and began trotting down the hallway, returning to her room.
“Princess!”
>”WHAT?”
>Luna half turns, looking at you with one eye, her teeth clenched.
“Thanks.”
>”Hmph.”
>You returned inside, taking a bottle of formula from the bag and sticking the nipple in Dusk’s mouth.
>He latched onto it with his four tiny legs, hungrily gulping down the milk inside.
>After a few minutes, he lazily tossed the bottle aside, belching loudly.
“Nice one Dusk.”
>He giggled as you reached down and ruffled the little tuff of hair that was his mane.
“Good night little guy. See you tomorrow.”
>You gave him a kiss, shut the lights off and crawled into your own bed, falling asleep in no time.
>You were rudely awoken in the middle of the night by Dusk crying, throwing a fit due to the fact he crapped his diaper.
>In all honesty, you saw this coming, but whatever.
>This was one of the many joys of being a parent.
>Removing soiled diaper, wiping foal’s ass, a dash of baby powder, and replace with clean diaper.
>Dispose of biohazard in trash can, and kiss said foal good night once more.
>Dusk pointed toward the balcony, a clear glass door showing the night sky outside.
“You want to go outside for a bit?”
>Nod.
>Well, you can’t really argue with adorableness.
>You picked him up and wrapped him in a blanket, and carried him out to the balcony.
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>The air was cool, but not too cool. You could stay out for a while despite only wearing shorts.
>Dusk looked up at the stars and the moon silently, just like you did.
>It seemed familiar to you, perhaps you and Luna did this before whatever happened between the two of you
>You remembered an explosion, and Discord, maybe Luna was in that explosion?
>If so, you helped the guy who nearly killed your wife.
>Then again, the wife you had was dead to you, and you weren’t sure what you would do if things didn’t change.
>She was an alicorn, you couldn’t just wait for her to die off.
>Chances are, she would wait for you to die off, and then remarry a stallion of her choice.
>After all, what was 60, 70 years when you lived for thousands?
>Merely a bat of an eyelash most likely.
>That brought you to Dusk.
>He would live way beyond your life span as well, would he remember you?
>Would you be that “strange creature from when I was younger?”
>Or would you be Dad?
>It’s 0200, and you’re getting emotional, it’s time to go back to bed.
>With a sigh, you walked back inside, setting Dusk back in his crib.
“Night buddy.”
>You went back to your own bed, laying back down and stared up at the ceiling.
>There was a faint poof sound from across the room, and you felt a weight on your chest.
>You looked down at the silhouette of Dusk, who looked back up at you.
>Fucking kid knew you already, and he was there for you in his own little way.
“Alright, you can sleep with daddy.”
>You pet his head once more, laying your head back in bed as Dusk got comfortable.
“Good Night Dusk.”
>The next morning felt… familiar.
>Yet nothing in this castle felt familiar.
>It was as if you were a foreigner in Equestria all over again.
>Give Dusk a bottle for breakfast, burp him, check diaper for shit, it’s good.
>Sling diaper bag over shoulder, set Dusk on your head because it makes him happy, and out the door for your own food.
>A short walk down the hallway and you found yourself at the vaguely familiar looking dining hall,
>Several members of the royal family sat at the various tables, chatting quietly amongst themselves.
>Luna was sitting by herself, a stern expression on her face.
>Do we engage brain?
>Green light, go go go!
>You sat down in the seat across from her, being careful not to move your head too much.
“Good morning Princess.”
>”Did we say you could dine with us creature?”
“Well-“
>”No. And get Dusk off of thy head. Thou look ridiculous.”
>You set Dusk down in the chair next to you, and waiter came over to take your order.
“Eggs and toast please.”
>”As you wish your majesty.”
>Your brow furrowed as the p0ny bowed, and trotted off.”
“What in Tartarus…”
>Luna sighed, putting a hoof to her forehead.
>”If we are married, then thou would be considered royalty thy dunce.”
“No need for name calling Princess.”
>”Why are thou even here?”
>A fresh plate of eggs and toast was brought out in front of you, orange juice on the side.
>Your third meal since coming back to Canterlot? Something like that.
>It was delicious nonetheless.
“I’m trying to be nice Princess. Get to know you… again.”
>”We do not wish to know thou. Finish thy meal in silence and be gone.”
“What about me repulses you so much?”
>”Everything.”
>Well that had to be the most informal sentence that ever came out of her mouth.
“As much as I appreciate your briefness, be specific.”
>”For one, thy manners. They are the equivalent to common p0nies. Nay, even common p0nies are more well-mannered. Second, thou are easily the most repulsive looking creature we have ever seen. Thirdly, we have defied our family by marrying not only a commoner, but a completely different SPECIES!”
>Luna drove her hoof down onto the table, throwing food into the air and spilling it over the two of you.
>Well, you four, seeing as Dusk and Dawn were sitting in seats next to you.
>The kids laughed, being covered in food was apparently fun to them.
>Luna’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets in a rage.
>You as usual, kept your composure, grabbing a bit of egg off your collar and throwing it on the floor.
“Seems I’m done with breakfast. Have a nice day Princess.”
>You scooped up Dusk and placed him on your head and walked out of the dining hall, almost every eye in the room fixated on you or Luna.
>As you exited, you passed Celestia, who was making her way inside for her own breakfast.
>”Anon, there’s egg on your shoulder.”
“Thank your sister. And she calls me barbaric.”
>Celestia looked across the dining hall at her sister, who lowered her head, ashamed the scene she just made.
>You made your way back to your room, immediately disrobing and getting the bits of food off of your clothes, and then Dusk.
>The door swung open in the middle of all of this, and in walked Celestia.
“HEY! I’m naked here!”
>Her white face turned slightly red at the sight of your exposed body.
>”M-my apologies Anon, excuse me.”
>God damn it. Full win g boner, wide pupils, this wasn’t going to end well was it?
>You quickly grabbed your dress pants out from the closet and put them on, followed by your white button up shirt.
>”Going somewhere Anon?”
“Yes, I’m going out to dinner with a friend.”
>”I see… I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“I’m as fine any guy who is trying to repair a relationship with a p0ny that hates him.”
>”I’m sorry…”
“It’s not your fault. Will you do me a favor?”
>”Of course! Anything I can do I will Anonymous…”
>Something about that sounded sultrier than it should have.
“Would you mind watching Dusk while I go out? No offense but your sister is driving me to drink.”
>”None taken… Do be careful though.”
“I’ve gone into the city many times, when has anything ever happened to me?”
>”There have been a few occasions.”
>Celestia smiled, seeming to be happy that she had you back. At least you hadn’t changed.
>”Would you like me to take Dusk now?”
“I’ll drop him by your room when I leave, around 5.”
>”Very well Anon. I’ll see you, and your energetic son, later.”
>She walked out of your room, and you watched as her white flank swayed back and for-GOD DAMNIT BRAIN.
>You went back to your wardrobe, getting every speck of dust off of your uniform, then paused.
>This was a dinner between two friends. Were you really about to wear your full service uniform to a dinner between friends?
>Maybe you could just wear the long sleeve shirt, and go with Class B’s.
>Then again, you didn’t know where you were even going yet.
>You could go to Joe’s donut shop, or you could go to the Gilded Lily.
>The former, you would look just silly in Class A’s, even Class B’s. The later, you might look slightly out of place in class B’s.
>Best bet would be to wear the whole thing, perhaps leaving the jacket at her place if you decide to go somewhere less fancy.
>Mid thought, you looked up at the ceiling, instinctually tracking the squeal above you.
>Dusk initiated a game of D’aw from above, landing squarely on your face and causing you to fall backwards onto the ground.
>You pried him off with your hands, holding the squirming colt in the air.
“Oh you!”
>You watched him disappear out of your hands, reappearing on the ceiling.
>This little ball of fury energy… You knew him for all of 2 days and you loved him already.
>Maybe it was that invisible father son bond you heard about on Earth.
>However this happened, you were glad.
>As you watched Dusk crawl around on the ceiling, you felt peace.
>Somehow, your problems would go away and fix themselves.
>Everything had its own plan, and… when the hell did you start acting all “there’s a plan for the universe man, don’t fight it.”
>Was it something you ate?
>Lingering changeling mindfuckery?
>No, you were just being emotional.
>You picked yourself up off the ground, and continued getting ready.

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>She nuzzled your side and into your hand, which you ran through her mane, scratching her head.
>The city had taken its fair share of damage, but from what you could tell, there were no changelings.
>Then again, by now they may have taken on disguises.
>With such a steep slope down to the city, you had Spitfire climb on your back once more as you descended the rocky slope.
>It was one of the more patrolled routes of the castle grounds, and the two of you were instantly surrounded by squad of guards with spears leveled.
>”HALT, WHO GOES THERE?!”
“Get your eyes checked guard, it’s me. Anonymous.”
>”How do we know you aren’t a changeling?”
“I don’t know, do you have a way to tell changelings and humans apart?”
>”…Well.”
“You can either attack me, and I’ll kick every one of your flanks, or we can go see Celestia.”
>Another guard spoke up. “That definitely sounds like Anonymous.”
>”Alright, we’ll take you to Celestia, but if you so much as make one wrong move I’ll spear you.”
“I would expect nothing less.”
>You and Spitfire walked through the castle grounds, leading the guards around to the main entrance.
>The whole place seemed to echo with memories, but what memories you couldn’t recall. 
>You knew you spent a lot of your time here.
>You paused, looking over to the shed where you held your weapons and extra gear.
“Would you stallions mind if I grabbed a fresh set of clothes?”
>”Later. Celestia will determine if you’re an imposter, or the real Anonymous.”
>Leading the way to the throne room, the two Unicorn guards posted gave you a double take, before opening the doors.
>Inside, Celestia sat on her throne, regal looking as ever despite debris from a fallen column and a blown open wall.
“Sorry Princess, it seems I missed the party. I trust you kept our guests entertained?”
>Celestia grinned.
>”I thought you were dead Anonymous.”
“Now Celestia, you know me better than that.”
>”Guards, you may leave. We are in the company of Anonymous, not an imposter.”
“Are you sure?”
>Spitfire looked at you. “Anon! Do you want them to kill us?!”
>”He’s just reinforcing his point dear Spitfire. Only Anonymous would be so bold.” 
>”Heh, guess you’re right Princess.”
>”I am. Come you two, you look terrible. What can I offer you?”
“Food!”
>”Shower!”
“Show me where my room is.”
>”And I could use a doctor.”
>Celestia stood from her throne walking past the both of you.
>”Come, I’ll have somep0ny bring you two some food. Let’s get those wounds looked at.”
>Celestia led you to the small medical bay in the castle where a doctor was looking over the charts of a dark blue alicorn.
“What happened to her?”
>Celestia looked over at you, not believing her ears.
>”You don’t remember?”
“Nope. Are you sure I was around?”
>”Oh dear… Spitfire did you give him the potion?”
>Spitfire looked down at the floor as the doctor inspected her wing.
>”I did, it just… didn’t exactly work how we expected. Instead of Queen Chrysalis, he’s bonded to me.”
>”That didn’t go according to plan…”
>”Worse yet, he doesn’t remember a thing about Luna. ANYTHING!”
“Calm down Spitfire! Look, are you both in on this? Honestly I remember everything that happened so far while I’ve been here.”
>”Except getting married to a princess.”
“I think I would remember that!”
>”Anon, I promise you. This is no ruse. Luna there is your wife, you both have two lovely little foals.”
>You looked over at Spitfire who hadn’t made eye contact with anyone in the room for at least 5 minutes now.
>She knew. 
>She tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen to it.
>Was it possible the queen fried your brain so much that you would forget something like that?
>Actually, you never really forgot about a lot of the stuff here in Equestria, was it possible she went into your mind and deleted specific memories?
>All involving this one blue alicorn?
>Oh look food.
>You hungrily scarfed down the assortment of muffins, nuts, fruits, cheeses and bread.
>”My, you two must have gone days without eating. You poor things…”
”There is a small problem Princess.”
>”Other than your apparent memory loss?”
“Discord has returned.”
>”I feared as such… That would be my fault.”
“How? And how did you fight off all of the changelings?”
>”I recruited help like you said. The griffons offered their aid, and my father sent troops as well.”
“Father… King Eternity?”
>”You remember him?”
“Vaguely… I remember he gave me the stuff from Tartarus.”
>Celestia sighed, rubbing her forehead with a hoof.
>”When he sent troops, it left much of Tartarus unguarded. Some demons escaped, I guess Discord was one of them.”
“Figures, some things just don’t stay dead. ”
>”I will see about getting you a room Anonymous. Spitfire, if something happened to your home, you too are welcome to stay. If you’ll excuse me.”
>Celestia withdrew from the medical bay, returning to sitting on her throne or whatever it was she did.
>Spitfire didn’t make a peep, avoiding your gaze as best she could.
“Spits?”
>”I’m sorry…”
“…I was going to ask if you wanted me to walk you back home. We can walk and talk if you want.”
>”Yeah… I guess that would be best.”
>”Miss Spitfire, I’d recommend  staying off that wing for a good month at least. Be glad it didn’t get infected.”
>”I’ll keep it in mind Doc.”
>Once more, you and Spitfire walked alongside each other, in silence until you got out into the castle courtyard that led to the front gates.
>”I’m sorry Anonymous.”
“I am too.”
>”You are? But… Why? I’m the… low life… dirty…”
“We were both under the influence of some weird potion. Not to mention we’ve both had feelings for each other since forever ago.”
>”You did?”
“Well yeah I just… I don’t know why I never told you.”
>”Because of Luna.”
“Luna… right… I guess that would make sense, one doesn’t simply dump a princess.”
>”Yeah…”	
>More awkward silence, and you took the moment to look around at the surrounding city.
>Craters, some buildings smoldering husks of what they used to be.
>Apparently the whole “stealthy infiltration and integrate with p0ny society” didn’t go according to plan.
>You wished you could have been here, fighting the buggers, instead of cooped up in a cave, or wandering across a desert.
>”So you aren’t mad I took advantage of you?”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine too. I can’t be mad at you because I didn’t believe you when you first told me about being married.”
>”Believe me; I wouldn’t lie to you about you being married. I really wish you weren’t sometimes.”
“Sounds like there’s a ‘but’ implied in there.”
>”But you two were happy together, and I’m a terrible p0ny for coming between you two out there.”
“Quit being so hard on yourself.”
>”I-“
“Look, what happened, happened. It’s in the past and now, I guess I need to try and be the best husband I can. Despite knowing nothing more than her name.”
>”Heh… good luck with that Anon. You know where I live if you need a friend.”
“I’m glad we agree on that. You’re my best friend in Equestria. Promise me you won’t fall back into drinking?”
>”Promise me I’ll see you again, and you aren’t just going to vanish from my life after this?”
“I’ll see you Friday, dinner’s on me.”
>”I’ll hold you to that Anon.”
“I expect you to.”
>You knelt down, hugging your friend Spitfire in a warm embrace.
“Now as your friend, I’m telling you now. You stink, go take a bath.”
>”Don’t have to tell me twice Anon, you could use one yourself. You… want to use mine.”
>You gave a small smile, and pet her mane.
“No, I can’t…”
>”I understand. It was fun while it lasted, right?”
”Staying in a cave for four days, and wandering across a desert for another three is fun to you?”
>Spitfire looked down at the ground below her, her smile fading.
“Next time we have a crash landing, try to crash in a spa or something. But really… It was fun while it lasted. I’ll always remember it.”
>”Until a changeling bucks your mind up again.”
“Get out of here you. I’ll see you Friday.”
>”Bye Anon, see you around.”
>Spitfire walked inside of her house, and you walked back to the castle, still looking like hammered shit a midst several p0nies that were doing their best to return life to normal.
>Before you even got to the castle doors, a guard rushed to meet you, rushing to your side.
>”Anon! Luna just woke up, you should come with me to the medical room
“Uh, I guess I should go meet my wife then. Lead on.”
>The guard took off down the hallway, leaving you in the dust.
>You were too tired to run. And to be honest, you weren’t really sure how you felt about meeting a p0ny princess you were supposedly married to.
>With the speed that would piss off your everyday grandma, you made your way to the entrance of the medical bay, and stood there, uncertain how to approach this.
>Celestia, Shining Armor, and the doctor crowded around the dark blue alicorn, babbling about.
>She was pretty, her cyan blue eyes met yours and went wide, as if she recognized you.
>”What in Equestria is that?” 
>Or not.
>Celestia looked down at her sister in shock.
>”Sister, surely you remember your husband Anonymous…”
>”We married THIS creature? Is this one of thy ruses? We do not recall ever meeting it.”
>Great, a prim and proper kind of mare, the kind you didn’t like.
“Believe me Princess, I don’t think this is a joke.”
>”Thy words are crude and improper. Surely thy jest sister.”
“Did she just blow in from the dark ages?”
>”THY WILL ADDRESS ME PROPERLY YOU INSOLENT WHELP!”
>R.I.P. eardrums.
“Well excuse me Princess. I figured if I was your husband I would get a little more leniency.”
>”This creature is so deformed, and he does not even care to bathe himself. I smell his stench from over here!”
”Well for your information Princess I’ve been stuck in a desert the past week.”
>Luna opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off  by Celestia.
>”Enough! Both of you!”
>You both looked to a bewildered Celestia, who looked at both of you.
>”You two have sworn an oath of marriage whether you remember it or not, and you will act accordingly.”
>”Hmph!”
“At this rate, I’d rather be back in the desert.”
>”Will you two please control yourselves!”
>You felt a small tug at your pants leg, and looked down at two little p0nies, one black and one silver.
“Well aren’t you two just the most adorable things.”
>”Those would be your children Anon.”
“…But I’m human.”
>”It’s a very long story Anon, please, we will discuss it in the morning. For now, you two should retire, try to get to know each other again, and in Anonymous’ case, bathe.”
>”Very well sister… We will attempt to make nice with this creature, no matter how revolting it may look.”
>Celestia led you both to Luna’s old tower that had been rebuilt and refurbished since you left.
>”It feels as though I have not stepped foot in here for a very long time.”
>You placed the kids in their cribs, and made way to the bathroom for a long hot shower.
>It felt glorious.
>Hot steaming water washing away all this grime, real soap cleansing your body.
>A fresh shave, and fresh clothes, you stepped back into the room where Luna was getting comfortable.
>She laid in her bed, reading a book, but momentarily looked up to see you standing in the center of the room, unsure about your next move.
>”You may lay with me creature, but do not touch me.”
“Would it kill you to call me Anonymous? Or Anon?”
>”Perhaps.”
“Whatever, if you want to actually talk, wait until morning. I’m bucking tired.” 
>You crawled under the blankets of the king size bed, and fell fast asleep, your body finally able to relax.
>That morning, you were woken up via hoof to the gut, knocking the wind out of you and you out of the bed.
“What was that for!?”
>”Thou were touching me in thy sleep.”
“Well excuuuuse me. I can’t control what I do in my sleep.”
>”Hmph. We must go about our duties. Make thyself useful and watch thy kids.”
>You mumbled incoherent sentences as Princess Bitch walked out of her room, and walked over to the two cribs.
>The silver one… Dawn was it? She was sound asleep.
>Dusk, the colt, was moving around restlessly under his blanket, like a miniature ghost.
>You lifted the blanket, and Dusk looked up at you, giving a squeal.
>Oh man that’s adorable.
>You reached down and pet him on his head, then watched as he beat his wings and floated up and out of  his crib, and onto the floor.
>In the blink of an eye, he disappeared and reappeared at the top of the ceiling, hanging upside down, just hanging there like Spiderman. 
“THAT’S AWESOME!”
>Dusk squealed once more, clapping his forehooves together and began walking around.
>You began looking around for some baby food, finding some in what looked to be a black diaper bag.
>Did everything this mare owned have to be black or have to deal with the night?
>Sure the night sky was beautiful, but damn, some variety would be nice.
>You picked Dawn up from her crib and sat on the bed, then wondered the best way to wake her up.
>Shake? No, you never shake babies, you knew that much.
“Um… wake up Dawn… time for breakfast…”
>Dusk floated down onto your head, squealing as he landed.
>That seemed to work, and Dawn whimpered as her tiny legs stretched in various directions. 
“You two are adorable. Ready for breakfast Dawn?”
>She squealed, taking eagerly opening her mouth for the incoming bottle, and holding it with her legs.
>The other bottle levitated upwards from the bed, and into Dusk’s mouth.
>You picked him off your head and set him next to you so he wouldn’t fall, and watched the two  hungrily suck on the bottles of milk.
>Come to think of it though, you had no idea how much to give them, was one bottle enough?
>Too much?
>Dawn cast aside her bottle suddenly, hiccupping and started to cry.
>Hey you knew this one!
>Just had to get a towel or something… 
>You searched the diaper bag, finding a small white towel.
>Perfect.
>You placed it on your shoulder, and picked up the tiny silver filly, patting her on the back.
>A few minutes later you were rewarded with a resounding burp, nearly shattering your eardrums.
>If you had to guess, she had her mother’s lungs for sure.
>You picked up Dusk next, who complained about having his bottle taken.
“Come on big guy, you ate just as much as your sister. We can’t have Prince Dusk getting all tubby now can we?”
>Dusk stuck his tongue out, making a “pfbt” sounds.
“You’re silly.”
>You repeated the burping process on Dusk, and after a few minutes he burped, much quieter than his sister to your relief.
>Checking their diapers, you found neither of them had pooped, and as far as you could tell, neither was wet.
>So you let them go, and they immediately began zooming around the room in a curious craze, with Dusk walking on the ceiling and Dawn attempting to fly around like a Wonderbolt.
>Maybe she would like to meet Spitfire, once her wing was healed at least.
>One day you would take both of these to see the Wonderbolts, surely they would like that.
>Just as you finished your thoughts, Dusk fell down and latched onto your face again, blinding you with a ball of fur.
“Mmmph!”
>You pried Dusk off of your face, who giggled and squirmed in your hands.
>This must be a game you two played back before you lost your memory.
>From now on, you were going to refer to it as “D’aw from Above.”
“Hey Dusk, when mommy comes back, you should do that to her.”
>Surely even a sour mare like Luna would smile at that.
>Dusk didn’t miss a beat, and poofed over to the ceiling above the door, waiting patiently for Luna to walk through the door.
>He really was your kid, lying in wait, ready to spring the ambush on his own mom.
>Meanwhile, Dawn was doing her best to fly around, despite only being a few months old at best.
>Shame, didn’t even know their birthday…
>You began looking through a black dresser, finding several clothes you could wear, mostly the subdued ACU fatigues.
>At this point, you didn’t care what you wore, as long as it was clean.
>As you put on the fatigues and laced up your boots, the door opened, followed by a screech.
>Fuck you missed it.
>You rushed over to see Luna shaking her head in an attempt to dislodge Dusk.
“What are you doing?! You’ll hut him!”
>You snatched the colt off her head, finding a wild eyed Luna underneath.
>”Control thy child beast!”
“He’s OUR child, whether you like it or not.”
>Luna clenched her jaw, unable to argue against facts, no matter how ugly they were to her.
>”Thou should show thy wife some respect brute.”
“Flawless logic, demand respect, give none. You sound like a typical officer.”
>”Watch thy tongue…”
>You sarcastically stuck out your tongue, looking down at it.
>”Thou are an insolent, immature, brutish whelp! What mare in their right mind would even imagine marrying you?!”
“You.”
>Luna was flustered and assmad beyond comprehension, storming over to Dawn and picking her up in a magical field.
>”At least Dawn has not been influenced by thy brutish and uncouth ways. She will be taught how to properly act as a member of royalty.”
“I guess that means Dusk will learn how to have fun, be a normal kid, and not act like he has a stick in his flank like somep0ny I know.”
>”Thou dare-“
>You didn’t let her finish, tucking Dusk to your chest, and slamming the door on your way out.
>Dusk was already whimpering, looking up at you with large blue eyes.
“Calm down buddy, I’m sure once mommy calms down her and daddy will get along fine…”
>Seriously, was she anything like this when you two got married?
>What were you thinking brain?
>Did you really just ask me that? I don’t know any more than you do.
>You took Dusk out to the courtyard, letting him ride on top of your head the whole ways.
>It was like your own furry hat.
>That moved, and occasionally slobbered on you, and squealed.
>Still adorable though, if nothing else you would stay around for him.
>You just might need a room away from Luna.
>Dusk proceeded to leap from your head and chase a butterfly, doing his best to catch it in his hooves.
>He wasn’t even coming close, but it was adorable to watch.
>Dusk perused the butterfly relentlessly for hours, leaping from place to place, occasionally teleporting if it got too far away. 
>”Anon!”
>You looked behind you to find Celestia trotting up, a look of worry apparent.
“Yes Celestia, something I can help you with?”
>”Luna seemed less than happy this morning, is everything ok?”
>You paused a moment, thinking how to best explain the situation.
>You decided to put it bluntly.
“No, things are not ok. Your sister is the most-“
>”Please, stop. I know how she is. Her mind has gone back to a time long past. She has become more jealous, more hateful.”
“I had a feeling she wasn’t herself.”
>”You remember how she used to be?”
“No, I just know I wouldn’t have married her had she acted like this before.”
>”Fair enough…”
“I suppose you have some kind of advice you can give me, maybe something that can jog her memory?”
>”I don’t know. I was hoping you two would at least be on speaking terms…”
“You two aren’t?”
>”She has been very quiet towards me. We aren’t sure exactly how much of her memory is lost, and I worry she…”
>Celestia trailed off, letting her thoughts take over.
“I’m going to give her some time alone, perhaps tonight we’ll talk, and maybe then we’ll be more civil.”
>”She does seem more content at night… Anyways, is there anything I can do?”
“Perhaps you could give me a guest room? Everything is going so fast, maybe if we didn’t sleep together we wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves so fast.”
>”I’m sure we have one open. The diplomats did not stay for the battle. Shall I have cribs brought in?”
“Couldn’t hurt. Thank you Celestia.”
>Typical Celestia, as far as you could remember.
>Always worried about others. 
>Why did you hold a knife to her throat that one time then?
>Those damn changelings must have scrambled your brain more than you thought, seems they did their best to eradicate Luna from your brain.
>Hell, it gave you a headache just thinking about it
>No wait, that was Dusk shifting around again, you almost forgot about him.
>You pulled him down and tucked him into your chest, tickling his belly.
“Think we should go talk to mommy?”
>Dusk nodded.
>Amazing how he couldn’t speak, but he seemed to understand every word you said.
>Was that normal? Hell you don’t know. You were new to this baby thing.
>You made you way back to the castle and up to Luna’s room, finding her changing Dawn’s diaper.
>”Back so soon?”
“Yes…”
>”Hmph.”
“I came for my things Princess. I’ll be moving to one of the guest rooms, and I’ll be taking Dusk with me.”
>”Good riddance beast.”
“Princess, really. At least call me by my name.”
>”Pack thy things and leave. Be happy we are allowing thee to leave with our son.”
“I can’t tell if you finally accepted I’m the father or if you’re doing that “we” thing still.”
>”Whatever creature thou are, it is not p0ny. You are no father to my children as far as I’m concerned.”
“Yet I’m taking Dusk. Where is the logic in that?”
>”Thou have tainted my child with thy image. Besides, I do not wish to care for two foals alone.”
“Whatever you say Princess.”
>You set Dusk next to Dawn as she crawled around on the ground, letting the two play as you packed your bags.
>You didn’t have that much.
>A few sets of fatigues, what looked to be a recreated Army Dress Blues, some grey and black PT clothes.
>Then again, they did build that little room for you to keep all of your combat gear, a miniature armory if you will.
>Throwing the bag over your shoulder, you walked over and scooped up Dusk, placing him on your head.
“I suppose there’s no reason to come back?”
>”No, begone.”
“I’ll see you around Princess. Have a good night.”
>Luna didn’t respond, only stepped out onto the balcony and watched the setting sun as you stepped out into the stairwell.
>Dusk looked down at you, slightly confused.
>He may not know everything that went on around him, but he knew something was up.
>As you stepped into the main corridor of the castle, you bumped into Shining Armor and Cadence, returning to their room for the night.
>”Evening Anonymous, good to see you’re ok.” Cadence smiled.
>The two of you hadn’t talked much in the past from what you remembered, but she was nice. 
>She had to be, married to your buddy.
>Then again, you were married to Princess Luna, perhaps that wasn’t a good sign.
>”Yeah, I was worried when they didn’t find your body at the crash site. Shame you couldn’t be here for the fight, would have made things more one sided.”
“Believe me, I would rather have been here fighting alongside you p0nies.”
>”In any case, WE were worried. How are things with Luna? You look like you’re moving out.” Cadence looked concerned.
“Things aren’t well, and I am moving out in an attempt to give her some space. Maybe her memory will come back.”
>”I guess you two aren’t feeling the love like you used to. You two used to be so happy…”
“Unfortunately, neither of us remembers that time.”
>”Love will find a way, give it time.”
>”Anyways, it’s been a long day, take care buddy.”
“Good night you two.” 
>You made your way to your new room, a pair of cribs already against the wall.
>You placed you little colt in one, who looked over at the other curiously waiting for his sister to appear.
 “Dawn is staying with mommy little guy.”
>He looked up at you, perplexed.
>Brain, are we really about to explain our situation to a baby?
>Do it faggot.
“Mommy and Daddy aren’t getting along. Don’t worry though, everything will be ok.”
>He seemed to understand, at least he laid down and made himself comfortable as you put a blanket over top of him.
>He looked back up at you, and gave a soft whine.
>Great, brain? What do?
>Diaper? Nah it’s clean. Food? That must be it.
>Just have to get the bottle from the diaper bag… That you left in Luna’s room.
>You went to investigate a knock at your door, finding satan herself standing there, a diaper bag levitating beside her.
>With the force of Thor’s hammer, she threw the bag into your chest, knocking you back a few feet.
>”Too focused on thy own things to remember what you need for thy own son? Typical.”
>Without another word, Luna turned and began trotting down the hallway, returning to her room.
“Princess!”
>”WHAT?” 
>Luna half turns, looking at you with one eye, her teeth clenched.
“Thanks.”
>”Hmph.”
>You returned inside, taking a bottle of formula from the bag and sticking the nipple in Dusk’s mouth.
>He latched onto it with his four tiny legs, hungrily gulping down the milk inside.
>After a few minutes, he lazily tossed the bottle aside, belching loudly.
“Nice one Dusk.”
>He giggled as you reached down and ruffled the little tuff of hair that was his mane.
“Good night little guy. See you tomorrow.”
>You gave him a kiss, shut the lights off and crawled into your own bed, falling asleep in no time.
>You were rudely awoken in the middle of the night by Dusk crying, throwing a fit due to the fact he crapped his diaper.
>In all honesty, you saw this coming, but whatever. 
>This was one of the many joys of being a parent.
>Removing soiled diaper, wiping foal’s ass, a dash of baby powder, and replace with clean diaper.
>Dispose of biohazard in trash can, and kiss said foal good night once more.
>Dusk pointed toward the balcony, a clear glass door showing the night sky outside.
“You want to go outside for a bit?”
>Nod.
>Well, you can’t really argue with adorableness.
>You picked him up and wrapped him in a blanket, and carried him out to the balcony.
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>The air was cool, but not too cool. You could stay out for a while despite only wearing shorts.
>Dusk looked up at the stars and the moon silently, just like you did.
>It seemed familiar to you, perhaps you and Luna did this before whatever happened between the two of you
>You remembered an explosion, and Discord, maybe Luna was in that explosion?
>If so, you helped the guy who nearly killed your wife.
>Then again, the wife you had was dead to you, and you weren’t sure what you would do if things didn’t change.
>She was an alicorn, you couldn’t just wait for her to die off.
>Chances are, she would wait for you to die off, and then remarry a stallion of her choice.
>After all, what was 60, 70 years when you lived for thousands?
>Merely a bat of an eyelash most likely.
>That brought you to Dusk.
>He would live way beyond your life span as well, would he remember you?
>Would you be that “strange creature from when I was younger?”
>Or would you be Dad?
>It’s 0200, and you’re getting emotional, it’s time to go back to bed.
>With a sigh, you walked back inside, setting Dusk back in his crib.
“Night buddy.”
>You went back to your own bed, laying back down and stared up at the ceiling.
>There was a faint poof sound from across the room, and you felt a weight on your chest.
>You looked down at the silhouette of Dusk, who looked back up at you.
>Fucking kid knew you already, and he was there for you in his own little way.
“Alright, you can sleep with daddy.”
>You pet his head once more, laying your head back in bed as Dusk got comfortable.
“Good Night Dusk.”
>The next morning felt… familiar.
>Yet nothing in this castle felt familiar.
>It was as if you were a foreigner in Equestria all over again.
>Give Dusk a bottle for breakfast, burp him, check diaper for shit, it’s good.
>Sling diaper bag over shoulder, set Dusk on your head because it makes him happy, and out the door for your own food.
>A short walk down the hallway and you found yourself at the vaguely familiar looking dining hall, 
>Several members of the royal family sat at the various tables, chatting quietly amongst themselves.
>Luna was sitting by herself, a stern expression on her face.
>Do we engage brain?
>Green light, go go go!
>You sat down in the seat across from her, being careful not to move your head too much.
“Good morning Princess.”
>”Did we say you could dine with us creature?”
“Well-“
>”No. And get Dusk off of thy head. Thou look ridiculous.”
>You set Dusk down in the chair next to you, and waiter came over to take your order.
“Eggs and toast please.”
>”As you wish your majesty.”
>Your brow furrowed as the p0ny bowed, and trotted off.”
“What in Tartarus…”
>Luna sighed, putting a hoof to her forehead.
>”If we are married, then thou would be considered royalty thy dunce.”
“No need for name calling Princess.”
>”Why are thou even here?”
>A fresh plate of eggs and toast was brought out in front of you, orange juice on the side.
>Your third meal since coming back to Canterlot? Something like that.
>It was delicious nonetheless.
“I’m trying to be nice Princess. Get to know you… again.”
>”We do not wish to know thou. Finish thy meal in silence and be gone.”
“What about me repulses you so much?”
>”Everything.”
>Well that had to be the most informal sentence that ever came out of her mouth.
“As much as I appreciate your briefness, be specific.”
>”For one, thy manners. They are the equivalent to common p0nies. Nay, even common p0nies are more well-mannered. Second, thou are easily the most repulsive looking creature we have ever seen. Thirdly, we have defied our family by marrying not only a commoner, but a completely different SPECIES!”
>Luna drove her hoof down onto the table, throwing food into the air and spilling it over the two of you.
>Well, you four, seeing as Dusk and Dawn were sitting in seats next to you.
>The kids laughed, being covered in food was apparently fun to them.
>Luna’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets in a rage.
>You as usual, kept your composure, grabbing a bit of egg off your collar and throwing it on the floor.
“Seems I’m done with breakfast. Have a nice day Princess.”
>You scooped up Dusk and placed him on your head and walked out of the dining hall, almost every eye in the room fixated on you or Luna.
>As you exited, you passed Celestia, who was making her way inside for her own breakfast.
>”Anon, there’s egg on your shoulder.”
“Thank your sister. And she calls me barbaric.”
>Celestia looked across the dining hall at her sister, who lowered her head, ashamed the scene she just made.
>You made your way back to your room, immediately disrobing and getting the bits of food off of your clothes, and then Dusk.
>The door swung open in the middle of all of this, and in walked Celestia.
“HEY! I’m naked here!”
>Her white face turned slightly red at the sight of your exposed body.
>”M-my apologies Anon, excuse me.”
>God damn it. Full win g boner, wide pupils, this wasn’t going to end well was it?
>You quickly grabbed your dress pants out from the closet and put them on, followed by your white button up shirt.
>”Going somewhere Anon?”
“Yes, I’m going out to dinner with a friend.”
>”I see… I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“I’m as fine any guy who is trying to repair a relationship with a p0ny that hates him.”
>”I’m sorry…”
“It’s not your fault. Will you do me a favor?”
>”Of course! Anything I can do I will Anonymous…”
>Something about that sounded sultrier than it should have.
“Would you mind watching Dusk while I go out? No offense but your sister is driving me to drink.”
>”None taken… Do be careful though.”
“I’ve gone into the city many times, when has anything ever happened to me?”
>”There have been a few occasions.”
>Celestia smiled, seeming to be happy that she had you back. At least you hadn’t changed.
>”Would you like me to take Dusk now?”
“I’ll drop him by your room when I leave, around 5.”
>”Very well Anon. I’ll see you, and your energetic son, later.”
>She walked out of your room, and you watched as her white flank swayed back and for-GOD DAMNIT BRAIN.
>You went back to your wardrobe, getting every speck of dust off of your uniform, then paused.
>This was a dinner between two friends. Were you really about to wear your full service uniform to a dinner between friends?
>Maybe you could just wear the long sleeve shirt, and go with Class B’s.
>Then again, you didn’t know where you were even going yet. 
>You could go to Joe’s donut shop, or you could go to the Gilded Lily. 
>The former, you would look just silly in Class A’s, even Class B’s. The later, you might look slightly out of place in class B’s.
>Best bet would be to wear the whole thing, perhaps leaving the jacket at her place if you decide to go somewhere less fancy.
>Mid thought, you looked up at the ceiling, instinctually tracking the squeal above you.
>Dusk initiated a game of D’aw from above, landing squarely on your face and causing you to fall backwards onto the ground.
>You pried him off with your hands, holding the squirming colt in the air.
“Oh you!”
>You watched him disappear out of your hands, reappearing on the ceiling. 
>This little ball of fury energy… You knew him for all of 2 days and you loved him already.
>Maybe it was that invisible father son bond you heard about on Earth.
>However this happened, you were glad.
>As you watched Dusk crawl around on the ceiling, you felt peace.
>Somehow, your problems would go away and fix themselves. 
>Everything had its own plan, and… when the hell did you start acting all “there’s a plan for the universe man, don’t fight it.”
>Was it something you ate?
>Lingering changeling mindfuckery?
>No, you were just being emotional.
>You picked yourself up off the ground, and continued getting ready.

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