The sun peeked through the window, shining its light on the shifting lump of bedcovers, from which brief gasps and moans were emanating, with the occasional giggle.

“Eeek! Derring!”

“Yes, beautiful? Is something wrong?”

“Stop that! You know I’m ticklish there!”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. I know no such thing.”

“You know what I mean! Stop it so I can finish.”

“Alright, alright. But just to clarify, do you mean he-”

“Do it again, and I bite.”

“… I’ll be good.”

The movement eventually came to a stop and two heads popped out, one blue, one light gold, and both staring at each other with love and lust. As their breathing came under control, the latter spoke up first.

“You know, it’s mornings like these that make me wonder how in the world I managed to have you as my marefriend.” Derring trailed a feather along her face as he spoke.

Ahuizota licked the white off her lips, “As I like to think about it, you have the three S’s: Sweets, Stamina, and Spunk.” She punctuated the last word with a gulp, “I just wish we did this earlier instead of fighting over ancient relics.”

“Yeah, but it makes for some good stories to tell our kids.” Derring said optimistically. He felt a hand swat at his flank.

“Oh, you.” Ahuizota rolled her eyes, “We still need to get through this one first. Then we can talk about having more.”

Derring grinned, “If by ‘talk’ you mean ‘bend you over the coffee table and fuck like bunnies’, then I wholeheartedly concur.” He yelped as he was suddenly pushed out of bed, covers and all, “You know you love me.” He said from the floor.

“I know, dear.” Ahuizota sat up and stretched her limbs, “I’m going to take a shower. Can you make breakfast?” she said as she got off the bed.

“I’ll make your favorite.” Derring untangled himself and trotted down to the kitchen. Since Ahuizota entered his life, as his marefriend that is, it had changed for the better, especially in the day to day things. He no longer dragged out of bed each morning for a paltry breakfast of toast and coffee, but instead a whole meal for two (three if you count the baby) and he did it with a smile. His insomnia was taken care of as Ahuizota left him exhausted every night he stayed up late, not that he minded at all. He felt like the luckiest stallion in the world and nothing was going to change that.

Knock Knock Knock

Derring frowned when he heard the sound, “Odd. The mail doesn’t come in today.” He set down the ingredients and trotted to the door. He peeked through the window and felt a wave of dread overcome him. ‘Oh Sweet Celestia, no!’ For on his doorstep were the two most terrifying creatures on the planet. Beings that struck fear into colts and fillies alike when their name were spoken upon wrongdoing.

His parents.

As his hoof touched the door handle, Derring’s heart was beating a mile a minute. Like removing a bandage, he quickly braved the worst and opened the door. “Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?” He asked in a surprised tone, with not a little trepidation.

“Because we were worried, Derry-berry!” his mother said as she hugged him, “You haven’t written to us in weeks!” She was a sepia colored pegasus mare with a light cream mane and tail, which were fashioned into a bun and braid respectively. Her cutie mark was a green photo album. She gave him a stern look with her almond eyes, “You know I need letters to make sure you are doing well.”

“Right. Sorry, I’ve been pretty busy. Plus I get distracted a lot.” Derring grinned sheepishly. It wasn’t far from the truth. Ahuizota was very distracting.

A chuckle came from beside them, “Her ‘Mom sense’ was bothering her for the past week or so. She just wants to make sure you’re still in one piece. Wouldn’t listen to me telling her you were fine, but I digress. Still hitting them books and ancient temples, eh? You haven’t changed a bit.” The elder stallion was sandstone yellow unicorn with a gray-ish green mane and tail that looked like he had lived in the wild recently. Similarly, his cutie mark was a machete parting vines and grass. His mustached mouth was curled into a grin, “So what’s got you so busy you can’t talk to us old geezers.” He winced from his wife’s hoof in his shoulder, “I mean, old geezer, and beautiful mother.”

Before Derring could respond, his mother interjected, “First, let’s go in and sit down before discussing this.” She pushed past Derring and stepped into the living room, her husband and son following soon after. Once they were all seated, Derring’s mother turned to her son and asked in a serious tone, “Who’s the mare?”

“Who’s who?” Derring asked innocently, not expecting the question out of the blue.

His mother leaned forward, “Who’s. The. Mare?” Her face was stoic as she demanded answers.

“What are you talking about? What makes you think there’s a mare?” Derring said a little too quickly. He gave a nervous chuckle.

“Derring, you have a vase of roses, you smelled like sweat and perfume when I hugged you, and your house is actually clean. As the one who raised you, I know you’ve always been messy to some degree. The only thing that would get you to clean up is when a mare is involved. So, who’s the mare?”

All of Derring’s thought processes stopped except for one. ‘Buck me.

Dad chuckled, “Son, your mother has you figured six ways to Tuesday.”

As if the universe was watching, waiting for the right moment, it sealed Derring’s fate with a simple call from upstairs. “Derring, I thought I told you to make breakfast.” Ahuizota pranced down the stairs. Upon seeing the new company, she paused, “Oh hello, who are you?”

Mom raised an eyebrow, “Yes Derring, introduce us to this young lady.” She said with a hint of smugness.

Seeing he was trapped, Derring resigned himself to his fate, “Guess it was going to happen sooner or later” he muttered, then pointed his mom and dad, “Ahuizota, this is Sweet Memories and Trail Blazer, my parents. Mom and Dad, this is my marefriend Ahuizota.”

One could hear a pin drop in the following silence. It stretched on until Sweet Memories moved to greet Ahuizota, but the action had the opposite effect. Ahuizota gave a high pitched squeak and disappeared back up the stairs, slamming the door behind her.

“Was it something I did?” Sweet asked her son, looking worried, “Should we come back later?”

Derring shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll go check on her.” He slowly moved up the stairs and opened the door. There on the bed was a quivering pile of bed sheets. Derring climbed onto the bed and laid next to said pile, “What’s wrong, Ahui?” he asked gently.

“Your parents.” The answer was slightly muffled from the fabric.

“What, you don’t like them?”

“It’s not that. I wasn’t expecting them. I don’t know what to do or if they’ll like me. I’m scared they’ll hate me and not want us together ever again.” She explained.

“Ahui… It’s my fault. I forgot to tell them we were together, or write to them in general. They just wanted to check on me. Now’s a good time to let them get to know you, and,” Derring lifted the sheets to expose her face, “If I know my parents, I know they’ll absolutely adore you.” He kissed her on the nose, “But they can’t adore you from under here.”

Ahuizota stared at him with relief, “What did I do to deserve you?”

Derring smirked, “You have a nice butt, among other things.”

“You remind me every night.” Ahuizota said, rolling her eyes.

“Only because it’s true.” Derring stepped off the bed, “Ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” They ventured down the stairs to meet the parents.

*****

Dear Diary,

These past few days have been…interesting to say the least. When I sat down with Derring’s parents, they (mostly Sweet Memories) interrogated us about everything. Everything. Apparently, Derring had told them about me, or at least his plights against my plans. When she asked about how we got together… it got really awkward. Once we told her I was pregnant, she freaked out. I learned that she’s a strong hugger for a pegasus mare. She chewed out Derring for a while, not for getting me pregnant, but because we weren’t married yet.

Once she was done, Derring did the greatest thing ever! He walked to the globe, opened it, and showed me the ring he bought. It was a simple gold ring with a pair of entwining vines engraved in it and the gem was a flawless sunstone. Then he proposed to me on the spot! He was going to wait for dinner this Friday, but now was probably better. As embarrassing as it is, I accepted by tackling him to the ground and making out with him right in front of his parents.

After that, we spent time with his parents doing various things. Sweet and I talked about various topics about our relationship, plans for the baby, and such, though we did spend a lot of it on embarrassing stories of Derring (so much blackmail and teasing material). Sweet is a really nice mare. She didn’t care that Derring and I had clashed before, but that we made memories together. At one point, she hugged me and said she was happy to have me as a daughter in-law.

Sorry, I had something in my eye.

Trail Blazer was a different story. He’s boisterous and a bit crude at times, but he means well. I could definitely tell where Derring got his boldness and sense of adventure. When he and Derring talked about our times fighting over relics, Trail asked about the whip he gave Derring and how many times we used it in bed. I don’t know who was more embarrassed between Derring and I. Good thing Sweet Memories smacked him upside the head.

After Derring’s parents left, he sat down and asked about my parents. I told him the same thing I told you. My tribe lived deep in the forest, which meant lots of danger. My parents died when I was a teen and I had gotten over it for the most part. Once I was an adult by tribe standards, I left to seek my own fortune. One thing led to another and I meet Derring in an abandoned temple for the first time. The rest is history.

I suppose I was so nervous meeting Derring’s parents because I had forgotten what a mother and father felt like. Having them accept me filled a hole I didn’t even know was there. I’m sure that wherever my parents are, they’re happy and proud of me too.

Bride to be,

Ahuizota

Author's Note

Don't lie. You thought it was going to include Cthulu or something. Speaking of which, Merry Cthulumas!!

This would have been the last bonus chapter, had I not received a stroke of inspiration. Next one will be the last, and then I will start the sequel.

GET HYPE!

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