The Shy Warrior (Sister Slaves)

Chapter 1: A Dear Sweet Filly

Sun-Loch looked out over his fields of grain, ten acres of lush golden stalks dancing in the soft breeze. His home resided in the town of Cameroon near Ponyville and Ashmore. The town of Cameroon was a fish and bread town; their main export. The town was a main hub for the Earthen Empire’s naval fleet to dock during training exercises or its coastal patrols of the region.

Sun-Loch was a strong earth pony, his years of working the soil strengthening his muscles. His long dark red hair flowed over his dull brown eyes. His golden fur glowed in the sunlight of the day. His worn blue trousers aged with work. He was a son of a wheat farmer; he was the third generation of his family’s line to work in the business. Though the pay wasn’t great, above the average of the standard pay most ponies or families made; he liked the work. It was calming for him when he was stressed. He would work when he was depressed he would work. Today was like any other day, he’d walk the field, inspect and prepare the grain for the harvest that was to come in the next four months but one thing though kept his mind a-buzzing, giving him more stress than usual this day. His wife, Posey was due to give birth.

As a soon to be father, he was nervous, would he be a good father, could he handle the stress, would his foal be accepted within the community of his small town?

Sun-Lock gave a deep sigh as he sat on the porch of his home. With a pipe resting on his lips, he thought just that.

Posey was a pegasus mare, her pale yellow fur and long pink mane and tail glowed in the sun, her eyes a light cyan, spoke of a calming beauty. Sun-Loch met Posey in a bar in Cameroon. He had found out that she had run away from her home in Cloudsdale. Posey told Sun-Lock of her father and how he had abused her and of her mother who was never there for her. Feeling for the mare, Sun-Loch offered Posey to stay at his place until she found a place to call her own. With Posey staying at his home, Sun-Loch began developing feelings for the mare. Over the many months of her staying with him in his home, they began to get romantically involved with one another. With Posey’s living with Sun-Loch for over two years, they married in secret.

Of course with his act of kindness and his eventual love for the mare, a majority of the locals in his hometown found out about their marriage and began to give him grief. In Earthen, like in the empires of Wingthington and Unicorpia, the majority race of each empire never developed relationships with other races outside of a business or mutual acquaintanceship. It was uncommon to see other races of ponies conversing with one another in friendly or romantic manners during the day.

Sun-Loch let out a sigh, the rich tobacco smoke leaving his nostrils. Looking out into the fields he got up from his seat on the porch, walking down the steps he began his daily chores. Sun-Loch wiped his brow. Looking into the cart, he inspected the four bushels of wheat, ripe and ready for milling. A smile came to his face, gazing up to the sky he saw the sun was past high-noon and making it’s decent into the horizon. Smiling he made his way back to his home with cart in tow.

Another successful day was marked down in Sun-Loch's book. Locking up the barn doors, Sun-Loch walked into the house, letting the screen door close gently behind him. A soft mumble reached his ears. Raising a brow, Sun-Loch focused on the sound which was coming from his and his wife’s upstairs bedroom. Making his way up the stairs, he heard soft cries coming from behind the door. His wife’s cries reaching his ears made him frown. Sighing, Sun-Loch rested his forehead on the door and lifted a hoof to the door. Raping the door with his hoof, the cries stopped. With hooves scuffing the ground, behind the wooden door, Sun-Loch waited patiently for his wife to open the door. A rush of wind blew past his face as the door swung open; in front of Sun-Loch stood his wife, Posey. Tears matted her fur on her face, her eyes bloodshot and her dress dotted with tears. Sun-Loch placed a hood on his wife’s cheek and began softly stroking it. A rugged sigh came from his wife as she laid her head on his chest, his soft fur acting like a pillow.

Sun-Lock knew his wife was going through a lot of hormonal changes thanks to her pregnancy and she was having a harder time with them than other mares would. Giving his wife a kiss on the head; he let out a deep sigh.

“What’s the matter dear, what’s troubling you?” Sun-Loch asked; his hoof stoking Posey’s back.

Posey looked up at her husband, tears returning to her eyes.

“The ponies in this forsaken town Sun-Loch, they chastise our love!” Posey wept into her husband’s chest.

Looking down at his wife, Sun-Loch sighed.

“Is that all dear? They have done it before and like I’ve told you, ignore their words…”

“But when they insult our unborn foal, how can I do such a thing?!” Posey interrupted her husband, her sorrowful cyan eyes gazing into his calm brown eyes.

A scowl came to Sun-Loch’s brow, he took a long inhale of air, letting the air out of his lungs slowly, he embraced his wife; his hoof stroking her stomach.

“Now dear, don’t fret over such a thing, half of the town is just stuck in their racist ways, soon times will change.” Giving his wife a kiss, he looked into her eyes. “I’ll always be here for you, and the foal.”

Posey smiled at her husband, resting her head on his chest once again, they stood at their bedroom’s doorway for some time, enjoying each other’s embrace.

Sun-Loch ran his hoof across his wife’s stomach, her silky dress allowing his hoof to glide easier. A soft thud knocked against his hoof. Looking down at her stomach, Sun-Loch gave a smile.

“Well I say, he has a strong kick.” Sun-Loch chuckled, looking at his wife.

Posey just rolled her eyes. “You don’t know if it’s a filly or a colt dear.” She replied, softly punching his right shoulder.

Sun-Loch smirked at his wife. “How could it not be a colt, I felt his kick and it was strong!” He replied, grabbing his wife and twirling her around before throwing her and himself onto their bed.

“Or a filly that has her father’s strength…”

“And her mother’s beauty.” Sun-Loch fished Posey’s statement, giving her a passionate kiss; they laid with each other in a romantic embrace for the rest of the evening.

Early the next morning Sun-Loch sat by the fire, eating his meal of corn bread and coffee. The early fall chill of the morning making its way into his home, the only source of heat was his fireplace and an iron furnace that heated the home. Looking out the window, he looked at the grains of wheat that were near their day of harvest. Letting out a sigh, he sat back in his chair and lit his pipe.

Closing his eyes, he let the soft winds from the outside world grace his ears. A smile came to his face as he let the smells of his pipe, the outside world and the hints of nutmeg enter his nostrils.

Soft hoof-steps made their way over towards his location. He knew the hoof steps were his wife’s, her walking was always light. Posey’s hooves never assaulted the ground, they always kissed the ground. Never really seeing any other pegasi other than his wife in his hometown, Sun-Loch had guessed they always walked gracefully like his wife. Looking up he saw soft eyes looking down at him. A smile adorned Posey's lips. Smiling at his wife, he wrapped a hoof around her neck a rubbed his forehead against her forehead.

“How are you this morning dear?” Sun-Loch asked, before sucking in some smoke from his pipe.

Giving her husband a smirk, she plucked his pipe from his lips and held it away from his face. Raising his brow at his wife, he got up from his seat.

“Good sweetie, just cleaning up the kitchen,” Posey replied giving Sun-Loch a smirk.

“That’s good dear, um, how come you’ve taken my pipe from me?” Sun-Loch asked his wife, his hoof reaching for his pipe.

“You know the rules, dear, no smoking in the house when I’m pregnant or ever for that matter,” Posey spoke, walking towards the front door.

Looking at his wife, Sun-Loch followed her, nearing her, he gave a chuckle, with a swift hoof he grabbed his pipe and placed it back in-between his lips. Giving her husband a smirk she gave him a kiss on his snout.

“Is your grain ready to harvest dear?” Posey asked looking at her husband.

Looking out the screen door, Sun-Loch gave a sigh.

“Yes they are dear; I plan to get around 15 bales of wheat by high noon.”

“Maybe 30 by the end of the day and maybe next week I’ll help with selling them in town with you,” Posey commented; her hoof stroking Sun-Lock’s left cheek.

“That would be lovely dear; I should leave now for our little one is not near my pipe smoke,” Sun-Loch replied, walking out of the house and out into the field.

Several hours passed by since the morning hours. Posey walked around the house dusting and straightening up her home. Some sepia photos lined the walls and bookshelves of the living room. Every month, Posey liked to rearrange her home’s furnishings; a compulsive behavior that developed over the years. Posey moved the chairs in the living room, away from the fireplace and near the front porch window; the couch moved near the fireplace. The rug in the living was laid out in the center of the living room and the dining table was turned 90 degrees from its last position.

Heading up to her and her husband’s room, she felt a twinge of pain coming from her hips; liquid running down her hind leg. She stopped in her tracks; a painful moan escaped her lips. Taking an inhale of breath she looked over her shoulders at the bottom of the stairs; she was nearly at the top of the stairs. Another sharp pain racked her body. Leaning against the wall of the stairs to support herself, she took a breath of air, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Oh sweetie, you picked a bad time to come into this world,” Posey spoke to her unborn foal.

Looking down the stairs, she knew there was no way for her to make it to the front door to call out to her husband. Thinking of the only thing she could do, she took a deep breath.

A dull thud echoed through the grain fields. Sun-Loch wiped his brow as he loaded his thirteenth bale of wheat on his wooden cart. Smiling to himself he grabbed his scythe to cut down another stack of wheat when a faint but recognizable scream graced his ears. His head shot up at the noise, with his gaze on his house, his ears twitched, trying their best to pick up the sound better. Another scream reached his ears.

“Posey?... Oh No!” Dropping his tool and forgetting his task, he booked it towards his home.

Running at full speed he reached his home within two minutes. Bursting through the door, the painful moans of his wife graced his ears. Nearing the stairs, he look up them to see his wife sitting on the stairs, one hoof holding the railing and one hoof hold her stomach; fluids ran down from her hind legs and onto the wooden steps of the stairs. His eyes bulged from the realization at what was happing to his wife.

“Honey the foal is coming!” Posey called out to her husband, sweat covering her brow.

Shaking his head, Sun-Loch ran up to his wife. Getting a hold of his wife he moved her into the restroom. Nearing the tub, he placed her into it and began running semi-warm water, filling it above her waist. Preparing towels, he got up to head out when his wife spoke up.

“Dear where are you going?” Posey asked giving Sun-Loch a look of confusion.

Looking at his wife, Sun-Loch gave out a sigh.

“To get the doctor dear, I’ll be right back.”

Posey gave a scowl at her husband. “There’s NO time to get a damn doctor, we live thirty minutes from town and there is no way I’m giving birth to your foal without you here, DAMMIT!” Posey screamed, pointing a hoof at her husband.

Sun-Loch was going to protest when his wife gave a shriek of pain. Taking a deep breath, Sun-Loch rushed to his wife’s side.

Stallions prided themselves in being tough and strong, especially for their wives. But for Sun-Loch and for most stallions, when a mare was giving birth it was hard to watch especially if it was their wives. Sun-Loch smiled at his wife; taking a hoof he stroked her head, running his hoof through her damp mane. Smiling at her husband, Posey took a deep breath to prepare for the long haul.

“Ready dear?” Sun-Loch asked looking into his wife’s eyes.

Looking back at her husband, Posey began to speak up when a sharp pain racked her body. Grabbing a hold of Sun-Loch’s hoof with great force, Posey hardened her glare at her husband.

“What do you think, you numskull! You did this to me and now I’m doing all the WORK!”

Sun-Loch’s ears fell back as he looked at his wife. Another pain hit his wife as she began to push the foal out of her womb. Grabbing her husband by his worn white work shirt with her free hoof, Posey drew his face towards hers and looked into his eyes.

“Get in the TUB to help me or you’re sleeping on the couch!”

Shaking his head, he got into the tub. He knew his wife’s hormones where all messed-up and it wasn’t a good idea to get on her bad side.

Two hours past, Sun-Loch held his wife in his arms as they both laid in the tub; fresh warm water replaced the dirty water from earlier, the warm liquid soothing their muscles and nerves. Posey was covered in sweat, tears of pain and joy matted her face as she laid against her husband’s chest. Their wet clothes scattered on the floor. Both Sun-Lock’s and Posey’s eyes weren’t looking at the restrooms chaotic state but on a small pony’s form nestled in the thin pale yellow arms of Posey.

Resting in Posey’s arms was a small filly. Her fur was a rich deep shade of canary yellow. Her mane and tale a bright pink; like her mother’s. Her legs were long and thin like her mother’s her father knowing that they would be strong like his. The filly’s wings fluttered in her sleep, they looked strong to her parents, who knew she would be a strong flier when she grew up.

Sun-Loch stared at the small filly in his wife’s arms.

‘It’s official!’ He thought to himself. ‘I’m a father.”

Giving a kiss on his wife’s head, he moved his hoof and stroked his daughter’s head. At his touch, the little filly’s wings began to flutter. Smiling, Sun-lock let out a little chuckle.

“Her wings are pretty active for a newborn!” Sun-Loch commented on his daughter’s wings.

Posey moved her head slightly to get in a better position. Looking down at her daughter, she let out a hum.

“Fluttershy.”

Looking at his wife, Sun-Lock gave a chuckle.”

“Flutter sounds nice but why add shy at the end of it?” Sun-Lock asked tightening his gripped around his wife’s waist.

“I like the name; it has a nice ring to it.”

Sun-Loch looked down at his daughter with a smile.

“So Fluttershy, do you like that name sweetie?” He asked his daughter.

Slowly Fluttershy opened her eyes, her father’s question waking her up. The world around Fluttershy flooded her eyes, her small brain trying its best to process the information.

“Hello sweetie, welcome to the world.” Posey cooed to her daughter.

Hearing a soft silky voice, Fluttershy moved her gaze towards the noise. In front of her were two large beings. One was a rough looking pony with golden fur and its mane was a dark red; its gentle smile made her happy. The other one was a pale yellow pony with wings; its yellow pink mane covering her left eye.

Sun-Loch and Posey saw their daughter’s eyes; they were a cyan. Smiling at the filly, Posey spoke up.

“Hello Fluttershy, do you see mommy a daddy? I’m mommy and that’s daddy.” Posey told her daughter, as she pointed to herself and her husband.

Fluttershy looked at her mother and father and gave a little mumble as she cuddled closer to her mother chest. Posey looked down at her daughter, her little eyes fluttering to a close. Posey smiled, a tear of joy rolled down her cheeks. Sun-Loch smiled and kissed his wife.

“She’s beautiful,” Sun-Loch whispered.

“Yes, yes she is,” Posey replied, dosing off in her husband’s embrace.