Author's Note

Here we are folks! The long awaited sequel to Wonderbolt my Heart. Now to all who've been waiting for a while for this I know it's been almost two years since I made the first story, but I told you I'd get to it eventually.

To anyone who hasn't read the first one, I should say that Wonderbolt my Heart, the first fic in this line of stories is needed to understand what will be happening here so if you didn't read it please go check it out.Otherwise you may be lost in this one.

Other than that I hope you all enjoy this story! Updates will be regular but which fic will be updated depends on my mood and what I get done with others at the time.

Prologue (Revised)

*Spitfire’s Apartment*

It was late one night in Manehattan in the Ivory Towers Apartments. Link the timber wolf cub was fast asleep in the living room of Spitfire’s luxury apartment. Peanut and Buttercup were sleeping in their room, which was moved to the opposite end of the apartment due to Trixie and Spitfire midnight escapades. Both the threstal and changeling were snuggled together in one bed dreaming happy dreams of being reunited with their mother Trixie. It was a month since Trixie was reunited with them and she and Spitfire have been very passionate about it.

Spitfire was upset that Vector was gone, but kinda expected it when she learned that Trixie was back. Trixie had kept to herself what Vector had done, hoping that in time perhaps she and Spitfire might reconcile.

For now, she was content with reconciling with Spitfire in bed.

Tonight by chance was a very special night. This was the anniversary of the day they first met. Even though Trixie didn’t remember the actual day, she did remember what she and Spitfire talked about, and that made all the difference to the pegasus.

Under the cover of the night, bathed in the moonlight, Trixie was on Spitfire feral style with her hooves wrapped around her mates waist, her body was hunched over, and was busy thrusting her special magical conjured cock into Spitfire’s tailhole. The pegasus was laying with her chest, with her face pressed against the bed and lifted her bottom up so Trixie could mount her. Trixie had her arms wrapped around Spitfire’s waist, keeping a firm grip, and was pushing her magical cock into Spitfire hard making the yellow mare grunt with each thrust. The sound of Trixie moist cock slapping in and out of her mate was intoxicating to hear.

Occasionally Spitfire let out a horny cry, not bothering to hold back since Trixie put up a sound muffling spell to not disturb the kids, for Buttercups sake. The poor young mare was always complaining about the, ‘sounds of erotic pleasure and sloppy sex from her mothers room’.

Spitfire gripped the bed sheets in her mouth pulling hard on them as Trixie ravaged her plump rear. The pegasus tried hard not to thrust her ass back, but the feeling of Trixie’s cock inside her was something she greatly missed and had been dying for a long time. She waited a long time for Trixie to come back and be with her. Though she openly admits to missing sex too, which Trixie was more than happy to oblige her with.

Spitfire felt all her tension drain away as she felt Trixie’s member pulsating inside her anus. Trixie was feeling it too. She was close to her release. She leaned down over Spitfire pressing her head against Spitfire’s cheek and kissed her. Trixie sped up her pace now lacking any power in her thrusts and was now focusing on the wet slick feel of her cock rubbing against Spitfire’s insides. The faster Trixie thrusted the more she felt her cocks pressure building up.

Trixie bit down on Spitfire’s scruff and tugged making her mate moan.

“Oh Trixie yes! Pull my tail! Pull it!!” Spitfire pleaded with her mate.

“Are you sure?” Trixie asked slowing herself down.

“Yes… please…”

Trixie nodded and repositioned herself sitting upright and gently pulled Spitfire’s tail up and threw it over her shoulder. Spitfire simply lay in place and didn't move and Trixie gripped the base of her tail and gently tugged it. Spitfire flared her wings out immediately to the sensitive touch of her tail being tugged.

Trixie was surprised by the sensitivity of Spitfire’s tail. She tugged again a little harder and Spitfire cried out falling limply to the bed.

“AHHH!!❤❤ Trixie! Pull it again!” Spitfire begged.

Trixie smiled at her mate and pushed her cock balls deep into her mate and yanked Spitfire’s tail as hard as she could. The pegasus cried out again kicking her legs out as Trixie continued her anal rampage on Spitfire.

Trixie could once more feel her cock building pressure. Her cum was lubricating Spitfire perfectly, followed by the sweet sound of wet squelching noises the cock made with every push. The Sweet aroma of Spitfire’s wet sex filled her nose as she made one last push into Spitfire who kept screaming with every push Trixie made.

“I’m there!” Trixie screamed to her mate pulling Spitfire’ tail as if she were going to rip it out. “Gah! I can’t hold it! Any! MOOOOORE!!”

“TRIXIE!!”

Both mares released together. Spitfire’s pussy squirted her mare juices all over the bed and her mates thighs, and she felt her butt cheeks clench down on Trixie’s cock. As this happened, Trixie Release her pent up fluids into Spitfire. The feeling of the hot cum covering her cock overcame her and Trixie pushed a few more times releasing everything she could as the cum squirted out of Spitfire’s tight ass and all over the bed.

When she finished giving Spitfire her load, Trixie slowly pulled out of her lover’s ass. When the cock slipped out there was a small ‘pop’ and a floodgate of cum rushed out of Spitfire’s abused stretched hole. Cum dripped down from Trixie’s sac and into the pool of fluids that lay on the bed.

Both mares fell flat on the bed side by side not caring about the fluids being ejected onto the bed, they would take care of it tomorrow. Spitfire moaned softly trying to flex her butt as cold air rushed into her, cooling the warmth she once held. She clumsily swung her tail to cover herself and rolled to the side and grabbed hold of Trixie.

She leaned forward kissing her gently on the lips which Trixie returned in kind. The two mares locked lips refused to let go as the seconds rolled on. Finally, they broke apart after the need for air called to their lungs.

Both mares content they simply laid in each other’s embrace as the night rolled on.

Spitfire looked out the window as the moon reached its apex. It was a clear night. The moonlight lit up all of Manehattan with its ethereal glow. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see.

It brought a smile to Spitfire as she thought back to when she met Trixie at the bar. She thought about the trip to the park, the long walks, that bench they sat on. It all came back to her in a rush filling her with pride and joy. She truly felt blessed to have met Trixie that day, and though Trixie wouldn’t outright say it, Spitfire knew she felt the same.

Spitfire looked at Trixie’s sleeping form next to her and gently nuzzled her, waking her from her slumber.

“Sorry love. Did I wake you?” Spitfire asked her mate, kissing her forehead.

“Mmhmmm.”

“Sorry love,” Spitfire said.

She pulled Trixie close and let her head rest on her soft furry chest.

“Hey Trixie?” Spitfire called to her.

“Hmmm?”

“Do you remember when we first met?”

“Mmhmm. Trixie remembers. It was a night very much like this one,” Trixie said looking out the window with Spitfire. “I remember the bar and dumb mare you call a sister.”

Spitfire stifled a chuckle. “Hey, now she’s gotten better.”

“Humph, Fleetfoot is about as subtle and tactful as a pouty foal who soiled themselves,” Trixie said turning away from Spitfire.

“Yeah, she can be a hoof full, but I promise you this Trixie,” Spitfire whispered into her ear breathing heavily in it, making Trixie pant at the warmth. “I won’t let anything drive us apart again.”

Trixie smirked at Spitfire but then gave her a cross look.

“Is that why you hired a private investigator to keep an eye on Trixie since she’s been back?” She asked crossing her arms, giving a piercing stare at Spitfire.

The pegasus for her part did rather well not to look intimidated. Something about Trixie always made her worry when she was mad. Perhaps it was that one time she upset the unicorn so much that she was magically locked out of her own room and left to sleep on the couch. Cold. Alone, save for little Link who always curled up next to her.

Spitfire thought about the private eye she hired. He was a good friend who use to help Wonderbolts by telling them of upcoming events and where the cameras were hiding. He was talented but subtlety wasn’t a strong suit for him, so one day Trixie caught wind of him and nearly beat him senseless. After which she called the authorities and he was arrested. It took a lot of convincing he wasn’t trying to harm Trixie after Spitfire heard. Thankfully he was released with no charges made against him or his firm.

Spitfire couldn’t blame Trixie for being cross with her. It was a breach of trust, but Spitfire couldn’t help feeling worried about Trixie since her return.

She was truly happy to have Trixie Back, and she admittedly was a little obsessed. Obsessed with protecting her lover no matter the cost.

Though she was also worried about Vector. After Trixie returned she was saddened to hear that Vector went missing. Nobody heard from her for a long time now. Many thought she was dead, but Spitfire had an uneasy feeling in her gut that Vector was alive somewhere. She hoped one day they would reunite if only to have closure.

For now, she turned her thoughts back to Trixie and nuzzled her marefriend.

“I’m sorry, I was just worried I would lose you again. That’s why I hired that private eye to watch you,” Spitfire admitted nuzzling Trixie. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

Trixie scowled at her mate making her flinch from the glare. “Trixie isn’t some sort of little defenseless filly, Spitz. Trixie can take care of herself.”

“I know hon. I know,” Spitfire whispered into Trixie’s ear.

The pegasus rubbed her nose against Trixie’s cheek and scooted her body closer until she was spooning Trixie. The two ponies rested feeling the warmth of each other's embrace and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning they were awoke by a loud knocking on their door. Spitfire was the first up to the call. She stretched her body raising her arms above her head and popped her wings slightly. She shook her mane getting out from the warm covers and made sure to keep Trixie tucked in and went to her bedroom door.

She opened it to find Peanut sitting there. The little changeling was in his natural form staring up at his mother with a big smile bludging his chubby cheeks. Spitfire smiled at the little changeling and picked him up by the waist with her hooves and cradled him in her arms. Peanut giggled nuzzling into her chest fur purring while his little wings buzzed with excitement.

“Morning mama,” He chirped at her.

“Morning, hon,” Spitfire cooed to Peanut kissing his forehead. “Hungry?”

“Mhmm!”

Spitfire chuckled. “Then let’s go get some pancakes made. How’s that sound?”

“YEAH!” The changeling cheered.

“That’s my colt!” Spitfire said flying to the kitchen with Peanut in hoof.

She set her son down on the couch where he watched his mother fly into the kitchen and prepare to make breakfast. A few minutes later the smell of pancakes and hay bacon filled the air and eventually drew Buttercup out from her room.

The teenaged batpony yawned walking into the kitchen in a Lunar Guard onesie pajama suit. Spitfire had just turned off the stove when she heard the muffled sound of her daughter’s hooves behind her. Turning back she smiled and went to go hug her daughter.

“Morning buttercup,” Spitfire greeted the mare ruffling her bedhead mane.

The brown threstral groaned swatting her mother's hooves away from her messed up mane.

“Mom! Seriously? Why do you always mess with my mane?” She asked slightly annoyed from being messed with first thing in the morning. “Can’t you harass Peanut for once?”

Spitfire let out a gruff chuckle at her daughter. This only made the young mare scoff and cross her arms, but not before she hugged her mother and gave her a short, ‘morning’ to her.

Spitfire leaned over her daughter and kissed her forehead, Buttercup returned the favor and kissed her mother’s cheek. Spitfire then returned to getting the food ready while Peanut and Buttercup got the table ready. While Buttercup set the plates and napkins Peanut was hovering overhead with the silverware, minus the knives, and was placing them down as his sister went around the table setting the plates.

Once the table was set Peanut hovered to his seat and planted himself on it. Link their timberwolf cub pet waddled over and sat beside his eating buddy Peanut. Peanut had a bad habit of giving scraps to the club despite his parents scolding him not to. Buttercup was about to sit down when her mother stopped her with a gentle tap on the back.

“What’s wrong mom?” Buttercup asked, looking back at Spitfire.

“Can you please go wake you lazy mother up?” Spitfire asked setting the hay bacon down next to her pancakes.

Buttercup grinned looking around before she replied back, “But, aren’t you already awake?”

Peanut giggled and Spitfire gave them both a deadpan stare. Peanut quickly silenced himself and Buttercup walked away giggling. Spitfire sat down and waited with Peanut at the table. A few seconds later there was a blood-curdling scream as the sound of a pony wretching their guts out. A few minutes later Buttercup reemerged from the hallway looking rather pale.

Close behind her mother, Trixie, was wide awake and had a nice fresh mint smell to her having showered beforehand. Spitfire helped Buttercup sit down who was still a bit pale.

“Hey, you alright?” Spitfire asked.

Buttercup replied with a soft moan and groan.

“Mom, please don’t send me to wake mom up in your room ever again. Please,” She pleaded to her pegasus mother. “I hate the smell.”

Spitfire blushed and silently apologized to her daughter and rubbed the young mare's back until the color returned to her face. By which time Trixie and Peanut were happily enjoying their meals while Spitfire helped Buttercup prepare hers and then her own.

It wasn’t a perfect start to a morning in this family, but it was never dull.

While the family dinner at home a hooded figure lurked the halls of the Ivory Tower Apartments. It snuck down to a room and knocked on the door twice really hard. It waited until the sound to a lock turning caught its attention. The door slowly opened and a light blue pegasus stallion with a dark blue mane popped his head out.

“Uh, sorry, but can I help you?” he asked.

“Yes, you can actually,” The figure said in a feminine voice pulling back her hood revealing her face to the shocked stallion. “Hello Soarin. I need a place to stay. Can you help me? I’m in deep shit.”

Soarin managed to swallow the lump in his throat and dumbly nodded stepping aside and let the mare in. “Hey, how’s it going Vector?” He asked closing the door behind him.