Foxes of War

POV...Victor

“Ah,” I said. “Thanks. Guess Celly got the Date Ready.” I huffed, idly Wondering when she tried my token.

“You have a date with the princess?” Rarity said in shock.

“Well, Yeah. Kinda maybe gave her a kid, after pulling This Techno-Worm out of her marehood.” I shrugged. “She was happy to see it burn, that was for certain.”

“Ah What…” the mare said in disbelief.

“Rarity, You're going to catch flies.” I chuckled.

“Sorry, well don’t keep her waiting shoo!” The mare told me.

“Alright.” I chuckled as I walked to where Celestia was.

It didn’t take her long to find me.

“Victor?! Where were you?” She asked, flying over to me. “I used your token!”

“Ah. You must have used it while I was out picking a few Flowers. Walked through a mirror leading here.” I said. “You… Okay?” I asked, looking her over. Was her belly swollen?

“Yes, I’ve been getting bigger, though I haven’t seen Mother.” She sighed as she let me to the Keep’s Kitchen.

“Ah. How many?” I asked.

“I was told only one.” She told me as she guided me to a table with candles, a romantic meal.

“Ah. You really wanted This date?” I chuckled, rubbing her belly.

“Yes,” She chuckled as she sat down and magiced my chair out for me. “Thanks, sweetheart.” I smiled, nuzzling her. “So, Is the gender clear yet?” I asked.

“No, not yet.” She told me as she took a bit of her salad. “I made sure to cook you something meaty.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking a look. It was a prime rib steak, cooked rare. It also had a white sauce on it with mash potatoes and a green bean for sides. “Hmm, that looks good,” I said, cutting into the meat.

“Thank you.” She purred. “So, what have you been doing?”

“Clearing Bounties, forging new things, mostly primes.” I muttered that part. “And working on methods of dimensional tracking,” I said. “Got a promise to keep with Kait.” I sighed.

“Oh, who’s Kait?” She asked.

“Kait is One of my Mates, a Cathay-Raht Khajiit. Basically, Towering anthro cat that is around your height.” I told her. “She originated from another World and… Well, I am trying to recover her mother.” I sighed.

“Oh, the poor thing.” Celly mewled holding her hand to her belly.

“From what I can Tell, she never knew her. The worst part was that Kait told me she was… Originally supposed to be a ‘Gift’ from One nobleman to another. A sex slave.” I sighed. “And an implied Bastard Child too.”

“Oh, I seen kingdoms do that. Mostly the Caribou of the Hatria Island.” She snarled.

“Sounds Disgusting,” I said, noting how Tender the steak was. “Hmm.”

“Mother used to say my cooking was terrible. Turns out, I’m not good with fruits or veggies.” She said looking embarrassed. “I have a talent for meat though.”

“A Specialized Cook. Interesting.” I chuckled as I tried the spuds. They were either raw or burned, and a bit too much salt, which kinda proved her point. “Gah!” I gagged.

“Don’t even know why it’s just meat I’m good with.” She mewled.

“Hmm, Hope the foal is an Omnivore. They should at least enjoy your meat dishes.” I choked out.

“I hope so too.” She mewled. “You going to be okay?” She asked.

“A bit,” I said, taking my bottle of Deadshot and chugging it. “There.” I huffed. “Too much salt. Did you boil the spuds first?”

“I tried...I burnt a few on the bottom.” She mewled. “I thought salt would fix it.”

“Were they chopped up first? And how long did you Cook them for?” I asked.

“I cut them...then I tried cooking them...for about ten minutes.” She mewled. “I tried following the cookbook.”

“Try ten to twenty minutes, then poking them with a Knife. I learned more by Trial and error as well as watching others Cook.” I told her. “Also, salt should be added before boiling,” I added.

“Oh...I’ll try that next time.” She told me.

“Aye,” I said, eating more of the steak. “So how have things been for you?”

“There’s been whispers of the Diamond Dog General Lucy Hale-Heart.” She told me. “The General was seen moving north to the Forsaken Continent. We moved Iron Hides’ forces there to see what the bitch wants.”

“Oh. Suspecting Ambush?” I asked. “Or are they ‘Farming’ Stuff?”

“Titanite. It’s a metal know to come from there and is one of the harder metals of this planet.” She explained.

“Huh,” I said. “Armor and swords?” I asked.

“Yes, we’re concerned for the Armor they could make.” She explained.

“I see,” I said, idly sipping my drink. “How bad is the war getting?”

“We’re still stuck in a deadlock, though, the Gates are also being banged on the Old Worlds are also looking at us.” She sighed. “We’ve lost many people, but it has been for the last forty years. It hasn’t been our first thought.”

“Forty years? Damn.” I muttered, remembering what I knew of the Three-decade war and World War Two… Though I personally called it ‘The World War.’

The Great War was mainly in Europe and the Mediterranean, after all.

“So, seems you’ve had similar war?” She asked.

“Not for me. For my own, Original World of origin. The Three-Decade War, the Great War, and The World War.” I sighed. “They were the most prominent and destructive Wars of my homeworld, the first destroying half the population of Europe, all because two religions wanted to measure their wangs.”

“Never had that issue here.” She told me. “It’s all Ideologies or resources. If there’s a conflict with religions, their gods go to an Arena in the Barren Island.” She explained. “They fight for a bit and the dispute is settled by the winner.”

“Lucky. My old world lacked physical gods, and the two religions I mentioned? They worshipped the same god, but in ways that opposed.”

“The gods here don’t allow that type of conflict. Yeah, you get to worship them differently but fighting amongst each other is seen as idiotic...except to the War Gods, or Khorne.” She explained.

“Oh. Well, while the three-decade war was bad, the Great war was far worse. Thousands of males, as young as sixteen, entering into trenches, for the sake of territory that was worth next to nothing once the gassing and death stopped.” I sighed. “The World war? An entire World beating itself up, with countless atrocities on all sides, the final One being the creation of the Atomic Bomb.” I Growled.

“Sounds like the Frost Light.” She told me. “The theoretical splitting of a particle.” She explained.

“It's no theory. Albert Einstein cracked the theory, and the US, or the United States, used it to create two Bombs, and deployed them on two cities full of Civilians.” I said. “I never believed their excuses whenever they popped up, claims of ‘No Other option’, or that ‘The bomb was blown off-course’.”

“Such attacks are normally used to scare the Civilians into making their government end the war. It’s unforgivable and dreadful acts, having to kill millions in seconds just to get the few to order an end to the fighting.” She hissed.

“Yes. I understood the need for the first, but not the Second.” I sighed. “The Japanese were proud, but not stupid. Once Little Boy blew, they needed time to arrange for the surrender.”

“Only reason I would see is if this US was getting impatient from the no response to their demands. Or wanted the world to know they were not bluffing about using the bomb again if needed.” She sighed.

“Needed? It only served as a threat. ‘Don't follow us, we nuke you.’ is what I got from it.” I said. “Makes me Glad the Russians realized that and made their own. Didn't like their methods, but they showed the US they were not taking a shit.”

“Mutual Destruction.” She said nodded. “It’s a good tactic, but if one launches an attack...well you better hope they didn’t make a lot of Frost Light.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Still, at least the Russian weren't ‘I need to flaunt everything I do’, compared to the US. Word of warning, the Latter seems to think themselves the Superior ones because they weren't the ones with Hostile next Door neighbors.” I grumbled.

“That seems just fucked up.” She sighed.

“It is. Last I checked, the US was still ripping into themselves before I was given new life as what I currently am.” I sighed. “Also, they have a shitty sense of humor.”

“Alright let's get to the meal now...and finish our date.” She told me.

“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry if I ruined the mood.”

“Not, really, but when you walked in with a boner...and then this…” She chuckled uneasily.

“Again, sorry,” I told her as we shifted to new topics.