The Bubbly Mare

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“Ten Years Ago”

It was dark, maybe two in the morning. Ten year old Derpy Hooves waddled in the direction of the bathroom. There were sounds inside the tiny room. The door was open, so she peered in.

She saw Mommy all dressed up in the red outfit she wore when she was out for a special photoshoot, but… she was half-crouched on the floor in the front of the toilet. Mic was behind her, holding back her mane while she threw up into the toilet.

“Mommy?” the younger Pegasus asked, staring into the bathroom.

Mic's head whipped towards her. He was wearing dark sunglasses, the type airborne pegasus like to wear. It was really funny to be wearing sunglasses at night (and indoors), but he took them off when he saw Derpy. His eyes were red, like he’d been rubbing them all night. It scared Derpy a little because it didn’t quite look natural.

“Your mommy is very sick, Derpy,” he said, motioning towards her. “Go away and let me take care of her.”

Derpy just stood there, looking at her mother, who looked back… drooling.

“Derpy, go away," said Mic, sighing. When she didn’t move he gritted his teeth. “Okay, kiddo… what’d ya want?”

She took a sudden interest in her hooves.

“I really have to go to the bathroom,” she replied, almost as if she were ashamed to admit it.

“Oh, great.” He rolled his red eyes. “Number One or Number Two?” Again, she didn’t answer. “Well, come on. I don’t got all night, kid!”

“Number One,” Derpy said, again sounding ashamed.

He laughed.

“Derpy, just go back to bed. Be lazy, pee in your diapers. I won't tell if you won't tell.”

The filly looked down at her mother. She didn’t seem to be responding to what either she or Mic had been saying.

“I don’t want to,” she finally said. “And Mommy says it’s icky to do that on purpose.” Derpy watched her mother’s eyes blink slowly, one at a time. “Why isn’t Mommy saying anything?”

“Because she’s sick, Derpy!” exclaimed Mic, his eyes drifting back and forth between Derpy and Diamond Hooves. “Your mommy will be fine in the morning. I won’t tell her what you did, alright? Now go away! I’m done talking with you.”

“But I-“

“Get out of here, Derpy.” Agent Mic smiled. “Don’t make me have to stop what I’m doing to throw you back in bed. You wouldn’t want Mommy to throw up on herself while I’m taking care of you, do you?”

“No, but...”

“Just go, and just forget you saw this. I’ll take you out for ice cream tomorrow after lunch, promise.”

Derpy couldn’t explain why, but she felt very funny talking to Mic. Her tummy was in knots, and she didn’t know what to do. She stopped talking and took a couple steps backwards. Mic turned his attention back to her mother, just as she disappeared behind the door frame.

She heard her Mother groan:

“No… don't-”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Agent Mic asked in a low voice. "You're paying me for that faux pas earlier tonight... like it or not. Puking on your partner cost us Photo Finish's contract. You're going to know just how I felt getting you this job."

Derpy took two steps forward, still afraid, but also angry now.

Her Mommy’s position was the same, but now her bottom was in the air. Agent Mic had reached under her dress and was pulling down her panties. Derpy took one look and started crying.

“What’re you doing to my mommy!?” she asked, an accusing tone in her voice because she felt this was very wrong. She put both hooves to her mouth, surprised by her reaction to what she saw.

Sighing, Mic turned back to her.

“Derpy,” he said, his voice unusually calm. “Diamond has the trots right now. If you keep distracting me, she’s going to have them in her clothes and it will be your fault. This is a nice, expensive dress, and that will completely ruin it. Go back to bed right now. I don’t want to see you again for the rest of the night. Next time I see you you’re getting a spanking. NOW GET!”

Mic actually yelled at Derpy this time. She didn’t take off as he expected, instead she stood there crying. He just stared back, his eyes red and twitching.

“Please don’t let her see this,” groaned Derpy’s mother, as she looked up at Derpy with unfocused eyes. “You can do anything you want to me, just please don't let her see this.”

“Hear that? Your mommy doesn’t want you to see her like this. She’s telling you to go away.”

“Mommy?” Derpy looked down at the motionless, drooling mare before her.

“I… love you, Derpy.”

“Go to bed, kid. It’ll be alright.”

Derpy lowered her head, but kept her eyes focused on her mother. She blinked again, opening her mouth:

“Go…”

Even Derpy's mother was sure she didn't want her around. The filly turned around, padding off in the direction of her bedroom. She didn’t know what to do.

When the filly got to her room she shut her door, then whimpered. She was otherwise silent while laying in bed. Outside, all the way down the hall, after a minute Derpy heard this rhythmic pounding. It was quiet at first, but then it got louder and faster. It sounded like the washing machine stuck on "agitating mode," as she liked to call it, but it was on the wrong side of the apartment. She had no idea what was causing it, and was too shaken by everything that was happening to want to leave her room. She cried right where she lay. Not even her teddy could make her feel better this time.

The humiliation and fear wasn’t over quite yet. She still had to go pee and wouldn’t be able to hold it until morning. She shut her eyes, wincing as she made herself go. It felt warm and embarrassing... it tickled as it splashed around before being absorbed by the thick All-in-Ones. It felt wet for a while.

After that Derpy didn’t know what to do, so she shut her eyes. Her light was still on and the rhythmic pounding continued for what seemed like forever… loud and forceful. She even thought she heard Mommy crying as it got faster. Her light swayed in time after a while, lulling Derpy into sleep. She was asleep before the noise finally stopped, but had she been awake she would have definitely heard Mommy crying... and Mic leaving.