I will say this one more time in case any of you missed it in the last chapter. This is a literal continuation of the original story, The Unexpected Love Life of Dusk Shine by Meme-Asaurus. All credit to the original goes to him. See blog here for permissions. I more than highly suggest that you read the whole story before reading this since this literally picks up where the last left off. This isn't a sequel, this is a Part II. If you're too lazy to read the whole thing and for some reason still want to read this or you're looking to catch up on the last couple chapters since it's been a while, at least read this: Rainbow Dash is Best Pony: The Premiere.

Meanwhile, in Sunbutt's Castle...

Three days.

It'd been three days since Luna sent her letters to Dusk through his assistant, and there was still literally nothing to show for it. Three days of waiting, of hoping that he could find a solution to their dilemma. Three days of the lunar diarch tossing and turning in her cold, lonely bedsheets. Three days of worrying, and he'd said nothing. Well no more!

Luna hopped quietly out of her bed. It was almost time for her to raise her blessed moon, and like it or not she still had her duties as a Princess of Equestria to fulfill. State before pleasure, right?

The beautiful alicorn trotted down the hallway towards the throne room and, more importantly, the balcony where she and her sister would raise and set their respective celestial bodies.

"Hello, Lulu," Celestia greeted her sister as she stepped out onto the balcony. Her horn lit up for a moment as she started to perform the ritual that had become second nature over the last few millenia. "I hope you're doing well."

"Quite, Tia," the younger alicorn stated, her own horn growing with a silvery sheen as she started to summon her own heavenly sphere. "It's been a rather stressful last few days for me."

Celestia concentrated for a moment, placing her sun just beyond the edge of the horizon to let it rest in peace. She made sure to tune her magical essence just right, making sure that the sunset was as seamless as possible. She gently released her hold on the star as it found its resting place.

"I'll admit you've seemed a bit out of sorts of late, dear sister," Celestia commented as she trotted over to a nearby bench for a little rest. Moving stars may have become a mindless task to the ancient goddess, but that didn't make it any less tiresome than when she'd first started. "Would you care to tell me what's bothering you?"

"It's...personal."

"Well that's a whole lot of nothing!" Celestia chuckled. "Come on, you've captured my attention. Don't just leave me hanging!"

Luna finished wrapping up her own spell, carefully placing the moon just right to cast a soft light down on their subjects. She wasn't sweating this time, a first since her return from her banishment.

"Well I guess it'll be a little hard for me to say this to you, but we did agree to stop keeping secrets. How you don't already know is a mystery to me. I mean, the Royal Physician knows, so I'm surprised you haven't already asked me about it..."

"What is it, Luna? By the way, nice use of proper first person!"

"Well you see..." she started, glancing around to make sure no one was present. "I'm pregnant."

Celestia stared at her for a moment before asking the all-important question. "I don't speak Fluttershy. What was that again?"

"I'm pregnant, okay?"

Sunbutt craned her neck forward, trying to hear her little sister's mumblings. It wasn't working. She just let out a soft sigh of impatience.

"We are pregnant, alright?!" Luna said in frustration.

"Oh, that's alr-WAIT WHAT?!"

"Just what I said, I'm pregnant."

Celestia stared at her younger sister for a moment, the gears in her head clanking loudly as they tried to process the newly acquired data. Maybe she should've considered upgrading to a new processing system, but it was too late to think on that now. Floppy discs were too advanced and overrated anyways. Celestia took a deep breath to calm herself before speaking.

"You're...pregnant."

"Yes."

"I see. Well then..."

"Y-yes?" Luna asked, trying her best to hide her nervousness. The smile that had previously rested on her sister's face was gone, suddenly replaced by the cold, calculating demeanor of a true monarch. That was never a good sign, least of all between them.

"Can you at least tell me who it was with? Also, why didn't you use contraceptives?" Celestia inquired. She locked eyes firmly her little sister, trying her best not to be condescending but making sure to leave no room for escape. Her gaze was piercing, fierce even. Luna just stared at the floor, trying her best not to be noticed. It wasn't helping.

"I didn't think that I'd actually get pregnant."

"That's ridiculous. We're as real and tangible as that mortal you slept with. Thinking that you'd be exempt from the risks was as stupid as it would be for any other mare." Celestia paused to take in a breath before continuing. "Now, sister dearest, would you mind telling me who this 'lucky' stallion of yours is?"

"Please promise me something, sister." Luna looked up pleadingly into Celestia's eyes.

"What is it you wish?"

"Don't...hurt him," she replied. "No matter what, don't do that."

"Do you really think I'd do that? Fine, I promise you he won't be harmed, if it makes you feel any better."

"Alright, it was Dusk," Luna stated simply.

If Celestia had any tea in her mouth that moment, she'd have performed a spit-take. Actually, this really merited a spit-take anyways. "Guards, bring me a cup of tea! IMMEDIATELY!"

"Your highness?" a guard asked, popping his head inside the room.

"It's an emergency, now fetch me my teacup!"

"Immediately, your highness!"

The guard quickly scurried off, surely to fetch the fated Chalice of Spit-takes. Celestia sat patiently for the young stallion to return with her prize. It wasn't every evening she could justify it's use, after all.

"Is this really necessary?" Luna asked.

"It's tradition."

"Oh. Okay then," Luna conceded.

"Indeed," Celestia concurred.

It was quite a few moments before the guard returned. Time passed aimlessly away as Luna held her piece in anticipation. If anyone were somehow watching in on this conversation while they waited, hypothetically speaking of course, then it should be apparent that heating up a decent brew of lavender tea takes time. If the hypothetical observer didn't realize that or figured it could all be done with hypothetical magic, then that hypothetical person is a hypothetical idiot. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

The guard struggled to worm his way into the room with the heavy chalice he'd been ordered to collect. Apparently there were yet to be any thirty-six inch doors yet designed to fit the girth of a five foot goblet. The royal sisters just stared for a moment before Celestia decided to relieve the poor stallion of his task. One quick teleportation spell later and the chalice found itself nestled in the center of the room.

"Alright, Luna. Just a second and I'll be ready to talk about this," Celestia said before trying her best to take in every drop of tea that the holy chalice could possibly hold. Once she'd drained the entire abomination of everything it had, she turned away from her sister and delivered the biggest spit-take she'd given in nearly three centuries.

"Much better!" she said. "Now Luna, as you were saying?"

"I'm pregnant with Dusk's child."

"Oh yeah, that." Celestia groaned. She was growing far too old for this kind of nonsense. Unfortunately, her sister didn't seem to have. "Care to tell me why you didn't at least use a condom?"

"A what?"

"Silly me, I forgot that they hadn't invented those yet."

"Sister, I truly didn't know that I could even get pregnant! It's not like I'd ever encountered a case of someone getting with child after having a wet dream with somepony," Luna stated.

"Wait, what? You only had dream sex?"

"Well he's in Ponyville and We are in Canterlot, so..."

"So what you're saying is that you're having pregnancy pangs from having dream sex with my personal protoge?" Celestia asked.

"Yes."

Celestia just sighed with relief. She was really worried there for a moment, but the issue seemed to have been ungrounded. After all, dream sex could never lead to an actual pregnancy, right? Right?! Hehehe, of course not!

"Have you recieved an ultra-sound yet?" she asked.

"Well, no, but-"

"But nothing! You're just worried over some phantom pangs, sister dearest. Besides, everypony knows that the royal physicians are unreliable," Celestia said. She chuckled idly at the memories of her father actually thinking that bloodletting under a full moon was a real practice of medicine. "How long have you been pregnant?"

"About seven or eight weeks, I'd guess. I didn't exactly keep track," Luna replied.

"Well that's good. Baby stallions are a real pain to deal with. If it was one, you'd probably have felt physically ill by now."

"Really?"

"Indubitably. Well there's nothing for it; let's go visit a propper doctor."

The doctor stepped back nervously with a clipboard still firmly in her hoof. "I'm truly sorry," she said. "But the bottom line is that you are quite pregnant."

"Well...shit."

"There's no way that can be right, Tia! You told us that there was no way that the royal hunk could get us pregnant from dream sex!"

"You're speaking in third person again."

"Of all the asinine, stupid comments to give about something as important as this, we only now find out that I'm truly pregnant! So much for your modern science and gizmos! The bloodletting ritual was truly right!"

"Calm down, Lulu," Celestia said, trying to placate her little sister with a carefully placed backrub. The doctor was busy trying desperately to spot the latest crisis going on with the dustbunnies in the corner. She was quite successful.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! How the hay am I supposed to do that when I am pregnant with the child of your student?! A student who oh so happens to be ignoring my messages in regards to all of this! Do you have any plan to even inform that miserable SON OF A BI-"

"Would you like a cookie?" the doctor timidly asked. The death glare she received from both alicorns told her that no, Luna did NOT in fact feel like having a cookie at that very moment. "A-alright then, I'll, um, be in my office reading over, uh, charts and stuff."

Celestia waited for the poor mare to scurry off before turning back to her sister. "I think you should just tell him the same way you had sex with him."

Luna frowned. "I can't say that to his face, sister. All this time he thought I was just a piece of his imagination. He didn't know we were actually having sex, and I've been basically taking advantage of him while he slept. You could almost call that rape! No wonder he hasn't been replying..."

"Don't say that!" Celestia said, pulling her sister into a tight embrace. "It was consentual, whether or not he thought it was real. Hay, you didn't even think it was real until you found out you were pregnant!" The older mare lifted her sister's chin with a hoof. "Don't blame yourself, okay?"

"That's easier said than done," Luna said with a huff. "Still, I do see your point. Oh Tia, what am I going to do?"

Celestia looked pensively out the nearby window for a moment before looking back at the soft bundle of sadness she had her hooves wrapped around. "I don't know yet, but I do know that you need to tell him. If he won't listen to your letters, then you should get into his head. You're quite good at that, you know. Mother would be proud."

Luna snifled. "Really?"

"Of course she would! Now chin up and be brave. Hiding from your problems won't fix them, and you know it."

"A-alright, sister! Let's get this over with! Besides, there's no way that Dusk could possibly be awake this late. What can possibly go wrong?" Luna said.

The universe listened.

Meanwhile, with a young stallion up way past his arbitrary bedtime...

"Alright, Spike! Let's just make sure that no one walks into this room while we finish this spell. I've been setting this up for days and we can't afford for anything to go even slightly wrong," Dusk said, carefully setting the last reagent into his latest alchemical formula. "With any luck, we can stop that nasty scrotum regeneration of yours."

"You really should read these letters. Luna wanted them to be delivered to you ASAP, and it's been days! Besides, I kind of like having extra balls..." Spike replied.

"You and I both know that having that many testicles is really bad for your health. And I already told you, I can't afford any distractions until we finish this project. I don't want to have to repeatedly pay for your operation out of the royal funds every year when a simple potion can potentially fix it."

"Well then why don't we see Zecora? She's a much better alchemist than you are."

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"I said-"

"Here, hold these for a moment while I fine tune this harmonic barrier. We really wouldn't want the whole male populace of the town to suddenly lose their genitals, now would we?"

"What if this goes wrong?" Spike asked. "One miscalculation and everything will go horribly!"

"Which is why we have to do this perfectly. Now go lock the basement door. As long as we don't have any sudden distractions to mess up the ritual, nothing can possibly go wrong," Dusk said. His horn lit up for a moment as he placed a couple candles fairly nearly where they had been when Pinkie had helped him break the fourth wall just last week. "Alright, do you have that door properly secured?"

A slight clanging sound made it clear that the deadbolt was now in place. "Yup!" Spike called out.

"Alright, now step into the circle. Everything's ready, so we just need you to get into position and then we can get this over with," Dusk stated, moving himself adjacent to the transmutation circle.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm very sure!" Dusk replied. "As I said, as long as nothing interrupts our ritual, you'll be perfectly fine!"

"I'm putting my trust in you for this one, man. You owe me big for this."

Dusk just chuckled. "Oh Spike, you do realize that we're fixing your problem here, right?"

"Yes, a problem that arose from you cutting my balls off without doing any research, if I recall correctly."

"Touche, good sir. Touche...Well then, on to the proceedure!"

"Herr Doktor. You know what's best!"

"Good! Now let's get started." Dusk waited until Spike had placed himself well within the hastily scribbled 'X' in the middle of the pentagram before beginning.

"Okay, this might hurt a little," the unicorn said as he started to put some magic into the system. As long as the magical matrix was maintained, the inscription should do the rest of the work flawlessly. "There might be a slight tingling as-"

Everything turned black as Dusk slumped onto the floor, consciousness suddenly departing. There was a brief moment of azure-blue flame as the spell collapsed in on itself with the sudden mana starvation that occured when its magic source was cut off. Spike probably would've been burned to a crisp if it weren't for the fact that his scales were physically impervious to all forms of flame, both magical and not. That didn't make him immune to the blunt force trauma from flying out of a high energy explosion.

"Urghh..." the young drake muttered as he slowly came to. It took a moment for him to get his bearings, and a slight headache was starting to drive its way into his skull.

"Dusk?" he called out. Spike quickly noticed a lavender unicorn lying slumped against the wall opposite him. "Dusk? Dusk!" he cried out, running over to his wingpony to see if he was alright.

"Dusk, are you okay?!"

When no response came, Spike just slumped back.

"Shit."

At the same time, in magic lunar hentai bunny land...

Dusk slowly shook his head as he came to. That spell matrix was supposed to be infallable, but then again, nothing ever really was. Well there was nothing for it, he might as well sit up and wait for consciousness to return to him. It's not like he knew any spells to magic himself awake anyways.

"Hmm...maybe I should invest some time in learning a few of those?" he asked himself.

"Hey sexy."

Dusk Shine knew who that was even before he opened his eyes to look. His lips turned into a smile as he saw Luna standing over him. He didn't know why he'd been dreaming about her so much, and he didn't really care.

"Hey Luna! It's good to see you." He nuzzled Luna affectionately.

She smiled, gaining a bit of confidence. He wouldn't be talking to her like that if he hated her. Dusk slowly stood up, still reeling from the effects of the failed ritual. It took him a moment to remember the pair of wings that rested on his back, but he happily stretched them out when he did.

"I was just trying to do this little experiment on my assistant when I messed up. No wait, that came out wrong."

"It's quite alright. We...I have something to tell you," Luna started. "I haven't been fully honest with thee..."

"What do you mean, Luna?" Dusk asked. He was starting to grow a little confused, the Luna he knew in his dreams wasn't normally this talkative, though he honestly couldn't remember considering the amount of time he'd spent staring at her sexy bunny suits. "If something's wrong, you can go ahead and tell me."

"It's...I don't even know how to tell you this, but I'm pregnant."

"Lol, what?" He chuckled in response.

"Just what I said; I'm pregnant," Luna said nervously. Her mane continued to blow listlessly in the ethereal breeze as they sat there patiently, waiting for the other to speak. Dusk just sat on in silence, idly preening a feather every few moments to distract himself.

"Well..." Luna started, breaking the silence.

"Well, I'm rather glad this is a dream. I guess I can say whatever I want here and not have to worry about it coming back to bite me, right? Maybe I'll use this as practice for in case this ever happens in real life," Dusk stated. "I really wouldn't want to mess this up on the first go, after all."

"Um, Dusk?"

"Yeah, Luna?"

"I'm being serious right now," said Luna. She decided right about then was a good time to start preening as well. It was oddly therapeutic when in stress.

"Well shit, I don't even know what to say. Congratulations, I guess? I mean, I just thought you were a dream this whole time. Stupid me, of course I forgot that you can probably dreamwalk. The night's your domain, after all!" Dusk chuckled idly. "It would also have been stupid for me to assume that you weren't sleeping with a partner in the real world as well. After all, polyamory has been legal since about fifteen-hundred years ago."

"So wait, you think that I've sleeping around with other stallions?" Luna asked, dumbfounded.

"Well yeah. I mean, I can't recall sleeping with you at any point in the waking world, and everypony knows that you can't just get pregnant from banging in your sleep! That's just the kind of contrivance that a bored author would come up with in either a shitty novel or a really good fanfic."

"Dusk..."

"Not that I'm comparing fanfiction to poor writing or anything, but there is definitely a link between writers who haven't managed to get anything decent published by a well respected publishing house and people who sit at home writing endless miles of text about something that's already been written and explored."

"Please listen to me, Dusk."

"Like with Pinkie Pie. I mean out of all my friends, why'd she happen to be the only one other than me who likes to write fanfictions about Daring Do or Princess Celestia? It makes no sense! I'd certainly have pinned Rarity for a shipper, but no!"

"Dusk!"

"WHAT?!"

Dusk only started to realize that he'd been ranting. The young stallion took a deep breath to calm his nerves before stating the obvious. There wasn't any use in beating around the bush, any scientist worth his salt knew that much.

"It's mine, isn't it?"

"Yes, the child is as much yours as mine," Luna replied.

He looked at Luna for a moment before seeing the hearbroken expression on her face. The young stallion stood up and moved to her side, wrapping his dream-wings around her. "Shh, it'll be okay," he said when she started to cry.

"Will it?" she asked, looking up with tear-stained eyes.

"I don't really know," was all he could say. "But we'll find out together, okay?"

Sometime later, in Dusk's basement.

Dusk belabored his groaning as he came back to consciousness. His talk with Luna had been rather...interesting. Still, the young stallion was going to need to take some time to think over what he'd just heard and how he responded. Granted, she was absolutely gorgeous and she had a glowing personality, but that didn't mean he was at all ready for a long-term relationship.

"Ugh..." he muttered. "Well whatever the case, I'd better check to make sure that spell didn't do anything too devastating."

"Um, Dusk?" asked a rather feminine voice. "I think it may have done just that."

"Who are you?" Dusk asked, looking for the source of the voice. "I honestly don't recognize you."

"It's me, Dusk."

"Spike?"

"Yeah..."

The young stallion gasped when he looked over at Spike. She looked right back at him.