Author's Note

And here we are again my friends!

Last time in Wonderbolt my Heart: After Story, Trixie had just remembered that she had a mother! *GASP!* shocking I know! Who would have thought. Now, she is running back to school to talk to somepony, while Spitfire is stuck doing Drills at Wonderbolt Academy. What will happen? Let's find out!

As always leave a comment with your thoughts and feelings about the story. I love reading them. Until next time I'll see you all then!

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*Wonderbolt Academy*

Spitfire was a mare of high stature in the Wonderbolt Academy. She was a professional stunt pony, an officer, and a powerful influential figure. Her family was powerful and none in the pegasi community would challenge them.

So, it was rare for Spitfire to get a pony who would stand up to her. For her the first pony to do that was Vector. She was a pegasus who was always arguing and fighting with Spitfire back in flight school. She never thought she would miss the mare until her recent disappearance. Which brought her to the second pony who stood up to her, Trixie. Though the two were lovers Spitfire loved Trixie’s abrasive personality. It was refreshing to have someone who wasn’t scared of her based on her family or prestige.

“Or sheer brutality,” Spitfire mused to herself with a light chuckle.

Now, here she was back at the Wonderbolt Academy doing her most favorite thing of all. Screaming at ponies and making them shake like little wusses. Every year a new batch of cadets makes their way to the Academy. Here Spitfire along with the other Wonderbolt Officers take groups of cadets to find if they have what it takes to be full-time Wonderbolts.

It was here at the very runways in the sky where Spitfire learned what it took to be a Wonderbolt. She went through different forms of training, due to safety regulations changing, and now puts the new cadets through the same ring she did.

She was standing at the center of the runway awaiting the arrival of the next group of recruits. The cool air blew against her mane and ruffled her wing feathers. She occasionally flexed her wings and she fidgeted with her officer ribbons trying to make them as perfect as she could.

Then the recruits came to form a line before her. They were a nice mixed group of all shapes and sizes. From the slim athletic to the big and burly with tiny fluttering wings. Spitfire knew most of the ponies here from their papers. Bulk, Cloudchaser, Thunderlane, among others. Then near the end of the line was Rainbow Dash, Element of Loyalty and the winner of the Cloudsdale Best Fliers Competition.

Spitfire couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the rainbow maned mare. She had been waiting for this entry for a long time. She had to keep her composure though. Adjusting her ribbons once more Spitfire put her glasses on and walked briskly up to the group of cadets. Upon seeing their instructor the ponies straightened up and stood at attention as Spitfire moved down the line not bothering to look at them.

“Welcome to Wonderbolt Academy cadets! Here you will train to become the best of the best and learn from the best to learn what it takes to be an elite flier!” Spitfire yelled aloud for all to hear. “Do you think you have what it takes to be a Wonderbolt?!”

Yes, ma’am!” The group replied together.

Spitfire gave a sarcastic roll of her eyes behind her shades. She loved this part.

“Well, let me be the first to tell you,” She stopped and flew up into Bulks face. “YOU DON’T!!”

Landing on the ground Spitfire landed continuing to walk down the line.

“If you had what it took to be an elite flier you’d already be a Wonderbolt!”

She stopped her walk and glared down at Cloudchaser. The poor mare was shaking on the spot. Spitfire sighed internally, she was sure the poor mare was going to wet herself any second now. All she needed to do was give her a little push to see if she’d break under pressure. Not that she wanted to be mean, but as a Military instructor it was her job to weed out any who weren’t cut for handling the hard pressures of being in the Wonderbolts. Harsh language was one major hurdle most ponies today couldn’t handle.

“Still think you’re hot stuff, punk?” She asked with a harsh tone.

To her surprise Cloudchaser didn’t break, but the mare looked down at her own shaking legs then back up at Spitfire shaking her head.

“N-n-no ma’am…” She whimpered.

Spitfire got a slight curl to her lip. She was impressed. Already this was showing great promise. Continuing down she stopped in front of Rainbow Dash and looked the mare straight in the eye. There was a fierce determination she hadn’t seen since her time in the Academy.

“What about you?” She asked Rainbow. “You look like a you’d quit on the first day.”

“No ma’am! I’ll never quit ma’am!” Rainbow said.

Spitfire said nothing more and continued down the line and stopped at the pony next to Rainbow Dash. It was a teal green pegasus mare with a slick back lightning yellow mane and tail. The lightning bolt cutie mark was very familiar to her as was the pony it donned. Who was she again?

Spitfire couldn’t recall where she’d seen the mare before, yet something about her that caught Spitfire’s attention. There was a distant look in her eyes. Something about her was, off. Spitfire took the time to look into the mare's eyes and stood beside her, her muzzle inches from the teal mare's ear.

“What about you?” She asked trying to ignore her thoughts. “I get you’d quit on the first day and go home crying to you mommy.”

Then it happened. A few words that in their own seemed harmless enough, but they still caught Spitfire by surprise.

“Try me.”

Spitfire stopped and stared at the amre wide eyed behind her shades. Everyone, even Spitfires assistants were in shock. She was so stunned by the sudden vode of confidence the mare gave she missed Rainbow’s eyes shot to the side and back forward.

“What did you just say?” Spitfire asked, sliding the shades to the rim of her muzzle.

The mare gave her a confident smile and repeated, “Try me ma’am. Let me prove I have what it takes.”

Spitfire felt a spark in her chest. *This mare,* She mused looking her from top to bottom. Taking off her shades Spitfire looked over all the recruits. Then with a powerful beat of her wings, she lifted off the ground and hovered directly off the ground by inches.

“Want a chance to prove yourself, huh? Well, you’ll get you chance. Yo uall will. Now get up there and give me a hundred laps!”

Without a word the ponies shot up into the air and began flying laps around the Academy grounds. Spitfire nodded looking up at them with a smile. Her assistants left to watch the group, one flew up to watch them up close while the other stayed on the ground with a medical kit by his side.

Spitfire stood by and watched the cadets fly around in circles. Her eyes were on the two ponies leading the charge in laps. Rainbow Dash and the teal green mare. She was impressed by their performance. They were easily overlapping the other cadets, who were on lap 20, and the two fast ponies were on their 60th laps by now. *Color me impressed,* Spitfire thought watching the two ponies zip pass neck and neck. After a few more seconds the two ponies finished their laps and flew down to a skidding halt.

The two ponies cheered with each other and gave a wing clap exchange. They then proceeded to compliment one another with their performance. Spitfire felt her heart warm up seeing the two cadets making such a connection. Then she thought about Trixie.

There was something refreshing about these two ponies that reminded her of Trixie. There was a strong presence they had, liked to face a challenge head on, and had a massive ego. Deep down Spitfire knew they were good ponies she just had to nurture them to make them grow.

Spitfire waited for the others to join up with them before they continued with drills for the day. ONce the sun was setting the cadets were worn out, all except for the two prodigy ponies. After they were dismissed the cadets went to the showers and then to the mess hall for a bite to eat while Spitfire retreated to her office to do some paperwork.

Spitfire slammed her door open and slammed it closed behind her. Her desk and chair were still in the center of the room with her window of the grounds behind her chair. Her file cabinets were moved to the left of her office and a table and trophy case on the right.

Spitfire walked over to her desk and kicked the chair out and planted her flank into the plush leather cushion. She took her whistle off and tossed it on the desk near a large stack of papers along with her shades. She spread her legs wide and flapped her wings over the armrests on her chair leaning back into it. The chair creaked under the pressure she put into it as she turned to the side to face her trophy case.

She wasn’t looking at her trophies though. She was looking at three photos she kept there. The first was one of Vector, her old crush. She felt really bad for the mare who never seemed to catch a break, or rather she was always broken somehow. Spitfire felt awful when she heard from Trixie that Vector was on the run, but Trixie never told her why. All her lover said was that Vector had to lay low and would probably never come back.

The second photo was one she had taken when Trixie and her adopted Buttercup and Peanut. Trixie was being pulled into a wing hug by Spitfire with the two kids between them. Peanut was in Spitfire’s arms while Buttercup was next to Trixie. They were all smiling bright happy smiles.

The final one was the family again but after Trixie returned to them after she went missing. Details were sketchy at best, even the Princesses wouldn’t tell her what was going on. Spitfire and her family was in the dark. Everyone was looking tense in the photo, so much that any stranger looking at it could tell easily.

Spitfire had on a plastic smile, Buttercup had a forced smile on her muzzle and Trixie had a distant look in her eyes. Peanut was the only one who looked genuinely happy in the photo. It as a difficult transition to return things back to normal. Buttercup was still rebellious against Spitfire. Trixie was still fighting to recover her memory completely, and Peanut, he just loved everyone still.

Spitfire stared at the photos for a few minutes. She then leaned over her desk and glared at the stack of papers she had to fill out. She cringed and glared hatefully at the stack of papers wondering if she could fake an office fire to incinerate them.

“I hate you so much,” She said, to the dull stack.

She hated paperwork almost as much as she hated having to do fancy parties and showcasings. Not that she was complaining, but she missed it when the Wonderbolts were a special task force and not just show ponies. The last time the Wonderbolts had done anything substantial was back when a purple dragon rampaged through Ponyville. After that catastrophic failure Celestia hadn’t called upon the Wonderbolts for anything after that except for private shows.

It almost burned her up inside thinking about it.

Just then she felt a tense heat building up in her loins. She looked down between her legs seeing her marehood as it swelled up slightly from earlier that day. She groaned feeling a headache coming along.

“Great just what I need,” She complained loudly throwing her head back into her chair. “I’m in heat now and I can’t even do anything about it. Damn it.”

Spitfire reached into her desk and pulled out a hidden drawer. Inside was a, Playpony Swimsuit Edition, magazine she kept hidden from prying eyes. She pulled the magazine out and opened it to a bare mare with her back to the camera. She was a light grey mare with a long light violet mane with black streaks.

Spitfire blushed looking the magazine mare over in a salacious manner. Her cheeks were burning red and she panted looking at the mare's tail as it gracefully flowed in the water behind her.

Spitfire felt her wings tense up as she looked over the mares curved figure standing just waist high in a lake of water. She held one arm with the other looking over her shoulder with a most heated expression on her face that said, “Wanna take a tumble?” to Spitfire.

Looking over the mare's flank in the picture Spitfire imagined what the mare's body would look like. She painted a picture in her mind of a most wonderful flowery rose pink of Trixie’s marehood and imagined it was Trixie in the photo. Spitfire thought about Trixie lifting her tail exposing her marehood to her and Spitfire couldn’t help but reach between her own legs and gently flicked herself with the tip of her hoof.

She felt herself slowly succumbing to the sensation and feelings of euphoria when suddenly her door opened nearly making her jump out of her seat. Her magazine went flying into the air as she yelped and sat upright in her chair trying to play it off as nothing.

The pony was the teal cadet she saw earlier. Spitfire had completely forgotten she asked one of the grounds staff to have her brought to her office after dinner. *Stupid brain forgetting.* She scolded herself.

The mare looked around before laying eyes on Spitfire. The Wonderbolt gave the newcomer a wide toothy strained smile and gestured for her to come in. Closing the door behind her the mare stepped forward and saluted Spitfire. Spitfire returned the salute and the cadet relaxed a bit, but still standing.

“Greetings cadet. At ease.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

Spitfire smiled kindly to the cadet. “Do you know why I called you here cadet?”

“No ma’am.”

Spitfire stood from her desk and walked around using her wing as a guide. The tips of her feathers rested in place on the edge of the desk as she circled around the corner to the cadet, whom seemed rather nervous.

“Ease up cadet. You’re not in any trouble. Actually I wanted to talk to you,” Spitfire said in a softer tone.

“What about ma’am?”

Spitfire turned on the cadet pressing her nose against hers with a heated glare. Partly due to the fact she was in heat and very horny at the moment and she was interrupted.

“Drop the ma’a, cadet. We’re just two friends talking right now,” She said stepping over to her photos and took the most recent one in her hoof. “Do you remember me cadet?”

The cadet tapped her chin. She did remember the Captain from somewhere, but her mind was drawing a blank on where she’d seen her before. Finally she shrugged in defeat.

Spitfire smiled saying, “It’s fine cadet. I didn’t remember either What’s your name?”

“Lightning Dust.”

“Well, Lightning Dust. Tell me about yourself and why you wanted to join the Wonderbolts.”

Spitfire set the photo down and turned to look back at Lightning Dust who was eager to tell her tale.

“Back when the changelings invaded ma’am. I worked with my mother in our family restaurant in Manehattan. I was a waitress and cook. I was the new rising star with my new addition to the family menu, the Triple Chocolate Thunder Cake.”

Spitfire chuckled seeing the mare’s enthusiasm. “So, you like to cook?”

Lighting Dust puffed her chest out with pride and pounded it with her left hoof with a cocky smile.

“The don’t call me the Dessert Buster for nothing!” She said.

Spitfire regarded Lightnings cutie mark. What could a lightning bolt and three stars represent? Lightning Dust caught the Captain looking at her mark and instantly knew what was going through her mind.

“It’s represents the three meals of the day and how I’ll knock you off your hooves no matter which I make,” LIghtning said as if rehearsed.

“Huh, what was that?” Spitfire asked casually losing her drill instructor tone.

“My cutie mark ma’am. That’s what it represents. My love and desire to make the best foods no matter what!”

Now that was unusual. Spitfire had never heard of such a specific meaning in a cutie mark. Then again she once heard from a unicorn at school once saying; “The meaning of a cutie mark is nothing more than how you interpret what it means to you.” Words to live by.

The yellow pegasus thought about that unicorns words but for the life of her she couldn’t remember who she was. It was so long ago, back when she first dated Vector. Many many years ago. It made her feel, old. *Gosh, am I really losing my mind already?* She thought not paying attention to Lightning Dust’s confused looks.

“Uh, ma’am, are you alright?” Lighting asked her Co.

Spitfire shook her head getting the thoughts out of her head and returned her attention back to Lighting Dust.

“Sorry cadet, I’m just tired after this long day, but I’m sure you are too. Get back to the barracks and get some rest. We’ll finish our talk later.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Lighting saluted and turned to leave.

Lighting Dust opened the door, but stopped at it;s threshold and looked back at Spitfire who was looking at her photos again. Then a look of realization hit her as she recognized the blue mare in the photo.

“By the way ma’am. It was at my family restaurant you remember me from.”

“Oh?” Spitfire mused. “Was it really? Yeah, yeah, you’re right! Thanks for helping me remember. Lightning.”

“No problem ma’am,” Lighting exited closing the door slowly. “Have a goodnight ma’am.”

“Good night cadet.”

Spitfire looked back at the photo once more before walking back to her seat and resting in it once again. She looked down to see the magazine from earlier, lying open on the floor. With a heavy sigh She picked it up and continued where she left off.

*Trixie Manehattan*

Trixie hurried back to her daughter's school. She ran past several ponies and zipped in front of several carts and taxi ponies. She ignored the rude comments they made to her as she narrow mindedly ran to the front of her daughters school and up the steps into the main hall. With a brisk walk she marched down the halls and made a sharp turn left when she noticed a group of fillies and a colt sitting outside the main office. At the end of the group was Buttercup with a black eye and Peanut was in her arms sniffling in her chest.

Shocked to see this Trixi erushed over to her children and grabbed hold of them and hugged them both.

“Buttercup! Peanut! What happened to you? Who did this to you?” Trixie cried out looking over her daughter's face.

Buttercup groaned pushing her away gently.

“Mom, I’m fine! Stop it, it’s embarrassing.”

Peanut however wasn’t protesting to his mother’s love and affection. As always he welcomed it with open arm and a happy buzzing in his wings.

“Mommy!” he buzzed in her arms.

“Oh, little Peanut,” Trixie cooed to him while she pressed her nose against his head.

After coddling him she put the disguised changeling down and sat next to them while the others stared at them, particularly the colt next to a larger brown filly who was holding his hoof.

“BUttercup what happened?” Trixie asked concern in her voice.

“Nothing mom. We just got in a fight,” Buttercup replied looking away from her mother's disappointed look.

“Just a fight, you say?” Came a stern voice Then she noticed Trixie and donned a softer more approachable smile.

“Miss Lulamoon. So, glad you’re here. I need to talk to you and Buttercup.” Velvet said, looking at the bat pony in question.

Several of the other fillies snickered, Buttercup glared hatefully at them, but a stern cough from Twilight Velvet silenced them. The older mare lead Trixie and her two children into her office, but not before the colt looked up at the blue mare as she entered and closed the door behind her. The filly next to him swatted his arm making him whine.

“Oww! Rose what was that for?!”

The filly named Rose Thorn crossed her arms glaring at her coltfriend. “You’re not looking at other mares, like, older ones perhaps?” She asked, raising her brown. “Are you into milfs or something?”

“What?! No! I love you Rose! No one else! Promise!” Sketchy said earnestly.

Rose Thorn got a softer smile scooting her chair closer to his as her friends watched.

“Really? You promise?” She asked, taking his hooves into hers.

“Reall. I promise.” He said nuzzling her.

*Twilight Velvet’s Office*

Once Twilight velvet was in her office with Trixie and the two kids she closed the door with her magic and sat down on the seat looking at the family. She rested her hooves on her desk giving a blank look on her face.

“Miss Lulamoon. I’m glad you came by when you did. I recently heard that there was a scuffle in my school centered around Buttercup and one of my most promising student, Rose Thorn,” She said adjusting her glasses. “Now, I told you about the program to join the Lunar Guard or Shadowbolts? Well, if she continues to tarnish her record with petty fights like this she may compromise her chances of joining them in the future.”

Peanut tilted his head as Trixie gasped in shock. Even Buttercup looked troubled by what she heard. “What does that mean, momma?”

“It means that if Buttercup doesn’t behave and gets into more fights she won’t be allowed to join the Royal, Lunar Guard, or the Shadowbolts,” Trixie said.

Peanut’s ears flattened against his head. He lowered his head and looked over at his sister who still had a shocked look on her face.

“I, I can’t…” Was all Buttercup could mutter when Velvet raised her hoof.

“I understand you want to join Buttercup, but this kind of behavior is unacceptable for a Royal Guard. Now, I’m going to give you a week's detention and if you fight again I might have to suspend you depending on how far you go this time.”

The phrase, “this time”, rang in Trixie's mind over and over again. This caused the mare to give the young batpony a stern look, one that Buttercup was quick to look away from lowering her head as she did.

“Buttercup? Is there something you want to tell Trixie?”

Peanut cowered in his seat and Buttercup felt uneasy hearing Trixie slip into her third pony speech. A habit she rarely did anymore, but when she did it usually meant she was upset. Every Time Trixie did this it always made Buttercup feel small and insignificant and full of shame knowing she upset her mother. If it was Spitfire she would have given the pegasus the cold shoulder, but Trixie was different. Buttercup respected Trixie so much it hurt when she disappointed her.

Buttercup felt her chin being lifted by a delicate hoof. She was guided to Trixie’s eyes which looked at her sternly, but kindly at the same time.

“Sweetie, we’ve talked about this with your mother. We can’t have you getting into fights like this anymore.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you do it?” Trixie asked.

Buttercup turned on her mother so quickly that Trixie had to pull away or get hit by Buttercup’s muzzle. The threshal mare had an angry look on her face and looked like she was ready to physically lash out.

“It’s because that dumb who-” She paused seeing Trixie’s face harden and caught herself. “-I mean that… filly named Thorn Rose and her little harem. They keep bullying Peanut. Calling him names like, ‘fang face’ and taking his lunch away and throwing it in the dirt so he’ll go hungry. Stuff like that.”

Trixie had an appalled look and was quick to pick up Peanut and hold him in her lap. The little changeling fluttered his disguised bat wings and smiled at her feeding of her love.

“I understand. Miss Lulamoon, please understand I can’t let Buttercup’s actions go unpunished, but I assure you the others responsible will be [punished as well,” Velvet declared to the azure unicorn.

Trixie smiled nodding at Velvet.

“Thank you, Miss Velvet. Trixie couldn’t asked for anything more than that. Please, make sure you give each a chance to change before you throw them to the wolves,” Trixie said kindly.

Twilight Velvet laughed with Trixie but little peanut gasped and jumped on the table and hugged Velvet screaming in tears.

“No! Don’t feed them to wolves! They aren’t that bad Miss Velvet!” He cried in her arms. “Please don’t feed them to the wolves! Give the wolves a nice cooked steak instead! It’s tastier-”

The two mares looked at each other then chuckled at Peanut’s outburst. Buttercup scoffed and gently bonked him on the head with her hoof.

“You dope, they aren’t going to feed them to wolves,” She said.

“Bu-but they said-”

Buttercup picked him up and set him on her lap and looked him square in the eyes.

“Miss Velvet and mom aren’t going to feed them to wolves. It’s a figure of speech.,” She explained to her confused brother.

Peanut understood and his mouth turned into an oh, when he realized what was going on. He smiled and hugged his sister again making her groan and flop her arms to the side of the chair. Trixie and Velvet laughed at her and Peanut. After a short talk later Trixie left with the kids in tow as the rest of the fillies and the colt were taken to the office.

Trixie had forgotten about why she went back in the first place, but was just happy that her children were safe. They walked straight home to their apartment suite where they ran into Soarin going back to his apartment.

“Mr. Sorain!”

The stallion stopped to see Peanut running towards him. The little changeling leapt into his chest and clung to him in his natural form. His tiny wings buzzing with delight as Soarin chuckled and hugged the tiny changeling.

Hey Peanut! How’s it going buddy?” He asked.

“Fine!” Peanut buzzed.

Soarin then noticed Trixie and Buttercup coming towards him. He then noticed the black eye Buttercup had and carried Peanut over with him.

“Hey kiddo, what happened to your face?” He asked Buttercup.

The young mare turned her nose up to him with a snort.

“Nothing. Just a little makeup I’m trying.”

“Well, try not to use that shade too often,” He said with a smirk. “Hey Trixie.”

“Hey Soarin,” Trixie replied hugging him and taking Peanut off him.

“Aww…” Peanut sighed gloomily as he waved to Soarin.

“So are we still meeting later at Petee's Pie?” Trixie asked.

“Yeah, I was just taking care of something at home and then I was going to head there.”

Trixie paused looking at Buttercup then back at Soarin. She put Peanut down and told them to wait in the apartment. They silently nodded and went into their apartment to wait while they did their homework, and left Saorin and Trixie alone.

:So, is Spitfire gonna be there?” Trixie asked.

Spain shook his head. “No, she has to stay at the Academy for the next few days until she’s done with them. Then she’ll be back.”

“I see.”

Trixie lowered her head slightly looking sad. Saorin was about to say something when his door opened on its own. He quickly jumped and closed the door much to Trixie confusion.

“Sorry, Trix, I gotta take care of this. I’ll see you at the bar?”

Trixie smiled nodding to him. He smiled back and with great agility slipped his door ajar and into it before closing it with a loud slam. What followed was a series of locks on his doors ten in total. Even Trixie thought it was overkill, but he probably had a lady friend over, so Trixie left it alone and went home to prepare herself for the evening.