Mother's Day Special

Equestria is a bright happy place, most of the time. Equestria also has many holidays and celebrations. There’s Hearts Warming and the stories about the founding of Equestria. Hearts and Hooves Day, a day to spend with a loved one, or in some rare cases loved ones. Then there’s the Summer Sun Celebration, the Solstice, Arbor Day, and many others, but two others really standout for most ponies. Two holidays that without the ponies for these said holidays the world wouldn’t be as it is. What two holidays are they you ask?

Why, none other than Mother and Father’s Days.

These two holidays where the children would pay tribute to their mothers and fathers for all they’ve done for them. For some it was just a holiday, most it was a way to thank their parents for being so great, and for a rare few it was a way to truly give thanks for their parents making a great change in the children's lives.

Today was a special day for two very different ponies, and it begins in the Ivory Tower Apartments.

Trixie and Spitfire were resting snuggly in bed together after a long night of sexual intercourse and a suitcase. Trixie was resting up against Spitfire’s chest and wrapped in her arms and wings. Her mane was a disheveled mess much like Spitfires, but both were smiling in their comforting embrace.

The rested in bed with a thick comforter over them protecting them from the cold morning. The curtains were drawn to protect them from the abusive rays from the sun that loomed over the city, and their hearts beat in perfect harmony. It was truly a perfect moment where the universe and their bodies were in perfect sync, and nothing could destroy this beautiful moment.

*CRASH!*

“What the heck, Peanut?!”

“I’m sorry, sis!”

“Hurry and pick it up!”

That is f course if you don’t have two rowdy children in your home.

The sound of something crashing and breaking barely stirred the ponies under the covers. It had become so routine that both Trixie and Spitfire just accepted it as a “normal” wakeupo call. They even started taking turns on who’d get up first.

“Trixie, go banish the children to the room, erm, or something.”

Today was Trixie’s day, and Spitfire didn’t feel like getting up to deal with the kids. Trixie groaned and whined loudly rolling over and pushed herself into Spitfire’s fluffy chest and nuzzled her.

“No, don’t wanna…”

Spitfire gave a small smile and shook her head. She bent her neck down to kiss the top of Trixie’s head under the covers and nestled her white mane with her nose. Trixie purred like a kitten in her lover's embrace. The warm fuzzy, cuddling, embrace of her lover, only to be pushed away from her and out of bed.

With a dull thud Trixie landed butt first on the floor. Sore and rudely awakened Trixie rubbed her flank and glared up at Spitfire. The pegasus mare was now on the edge of the bed, her head poking out from under the thick comforter with a sly grin on her face while Trixie tried to bore a hole in her head with her hateful glare.

“Can you please go check on the kids, hon?” Spitfire asked sweetly.

Trixie sniffed hard once and stared unbelievingly at her mate. Spitfire being the lazy pegasus she was rolled over in her bed and covered herself up snuggly in the blanket. Trixie grunted, getting up, and lit her horn up with her magic.

Under the covers Spitfire was about to shut her eyes to get more sleep when she suddenly felt something hitting her flank through the comforters. Her eyes shot wide open with surprise at first from the initial shock. Once she settled down she realized what was going on as the thumping on her flank continued. With a smug grin on her face she stuck her head out from under the covers and looked down at Trixie, who for her part looked more irritated than she did initially.

“HOW?! You always flee from Trixie’s suitcase!”

Spitfire’s smug grin grew wider. Never before had she donned a cheeky grin like this one. It was the most shit eating grin she ever gave to Trixie. Thi was her moment of triumph. The day Trixie rued the day she ever used that ‘inferno suitcase’ on her flank every so often. For she put a plan in motion that solved her sore flank problem once and for all.

Looking down she looked Trixie right in the eyes, and with her cheeky grin she nuzzled Trixie’s nose making her huff and said smugly, “Love, that won’t work anymore.”

Trixie quirked her brow. “And what's that?” She asked.

“Because I put pillows all over the damn thing. So, it won’t work,” Spitfire said looking over at the offensive object.

Confused Trixie used her magic to bring the suitcase into view, and sure enough there was several of Trixie, plush and expensive, pillows duct taped to the silly thing.With another aggravated growl Trixie narrowed her eyes dangerously and returned her focus from the case to the pegasus starring triumphantly back at her.

“So, you see, hon,” Spitfire continued rolling on her tummy back over the bed. “I win this round.”

Spitfire revelled in her victory with a heart filled laughter as she rolled on the bed. Now Trixie, being the clever pony she is, decided to take immediate action. With the suitcase in her magic she tore off the pillows and tape. Spitfire's laughter died immediately as the sound of the tape being ripped off caught her attention. Then before her brain caught up with her she felt the familiar stinging sensation on her flank as the no pillow free suitcase stuck her posterior.

“Yeeoouuhhh!”

With a mighty yell, Spitfire flew up in the air and up to the ceiling. Spitfire managed to flip herself to land hoof first on the ceiling and fell back to the bed. Her body bounced, making the springs of the bed speak under the pressure as she bounced to a stop on the soft bed.

Trixie tossed the suitcase away and leapt on the bed after her mate pinning her to it. Spitfire struggled a=for a minute before giving up with a frown. Trixie had the advantage, her time at the rock farm had given her a stronger body than when she first met Spitfire. While Trixie is no slouch before, her body was far more tone and built then it was before.

Trixie had Spitfire pinned, her lip curled into a tiny smile. Spitfire’s frown turned to a smile as she leaned up and locked lips with Trixie. With her wings Spitfire pulled Trixie against her body again to which Trixie did not resist. The azure unicorn laid down on Spitfire wrapping her arms around her and used her hooves to rub her chest, when a loud knocking came from the door.

“Hmm?”
“Mofh?”

Both mares, still lip locked, tried to turn to see the door, when it opened up. For a moment nothing happened as the door slowly swayed open with a low creaking noise. Then after a few seconds passed Trixie Released Spitfire’s lips and turned completely around. Both mares were now staring at the door waiting. Then Peanut and Buttercup flew into the room, both holding a short piece of rope in their mouths tied to a large tray with a large two course meal on it.

Spitfire and Trixie watched as Peanut and Buttercup flew over to the bed and set the tray over their waists with a safety restraint at a roller coaster. Dropping the ropes, the two tiny ponies went to the side of their parents. Peanut helped Spitfire by leaning her against the headboard of the bed with the pillows against her back, while Buttercup helped Trixie do the same. Once the two mares were in place Peanut hovered over the tray, and with his hooves he picked it up and slid it closer to his two mothers.

Once done he hovered back to Spitfire who was smiling with Trixie.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” The two tiny ponies said.

“Www! Sweeties!” Trixie gushed.

Trixie pulled the two young ponies into her arms with her magic and gave them both a giant bear hug. Peanut giggled in his mother's hug, but Buttercup struggled as Trixie crushed her lungs with the hug. Spitfire chuckled and joined in with a more gentle hug than her mates. Once they hugged Trixie released the two young ponies and scooted closer to Spitfire allowing the two younger ones to join them.

“This is lovely you two, thank you.” Trixie said kissing them on their heads.

Peanut blushed and buzzed his tiny gossamer wings while Spitfire rubbed his head. Buttercup just sat by smiling as Spitfire ruffled her mane and hugged her too.

“Mom, stop,” Buttercup whinned.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Spitfire said with a mock hurt tone. “You’re breaking your mother's old aching heart.”

“Aww, mom.”

Buttercup shook her head and scooted her body against her mother's yellow fur. Buttercup was then wrapped by a strong wing as Spitfire nestled the young mare in her wing. Trixie put Peanut in her lap and looked over the tray of food. Wheat pancakes, hay bacon, eggs, and a large fruit salad with fresh fruits all masterfully made with care down to the parsley on the edge of the plates. Then to top it all off a cup of black coffee and a tea.

“This is lovely you two. Thank you.” Trixie said.

Spitfire nodded taking the coffee in her hoof. She sipped the hot steamy beverage, giving it a nod of satisfaction.

“Thanks kiddos. This looks great. Who made all this?” Spitfire asked.

“We both did.” Peanut squeaked.

“Well, it’s lovely. Well, Trixie Is famished! Let’s eat!”

With that said, Trixie took the first bite of the wheat pancakes. They were delicious. The taste of the wheat was strong and Trixie loved it. Spitfire followed suit taking the next bite and shivered as the flavors danced on her tongue. She was truly amazed at the two young ones, to bring out such an absorbent amount of flavor was a true gift. She even humored the idea of sending them to cooking classes just to see with they would like it, but that was for another time.

For now they were a family, and as they ate together Trixie contemplated on her own family and where she was left standing with them. She Knew she’d find her family soon, but for now her family was here, with Spitfire, Peanut, and Buttercup. Nothing was going to take her away from them ever again and nothing could ruin this moment they were having as a family.

Author's Note

Just a short little update for Mother's Day. Nothing major going on, just a little filler family fun. Enjoy.