Author's Note

New day new chapter!

Hey everyone sorry it took so long to get this out. I had stuff happen and wasn't able to get this out ike I hoped. Sorry! So today we continue with Trixie and Spitfire's days at their respective locations. Just FYI in case you didn't catch on, their days aren't in synch. So Trixie's is a few day behind Spitfire's. The amount isn't important as the time reference is.

So, with that being said, there is some clop in this chapter near the end, so be wary! Avert your virgin eyes if you must! Other wise enjoy the chapter!

Family Troubles and Sexy Shower Day Dreams

Trixie stood shocked at what her mother had just told her. The pegasus mare simply ignored her daughter’s distressed look and continued signing papers like nothing was wrong. When Trixie didn’t budge from her spot Emerald Herald slowly glanced up at Trixie who was solid as a rock.

With a heavy sigh Emerald Herald put her quills and pens down and removed her glasses from her eyes. She rubbed the ridge of her nose feeling her head throb slightly from a headache she’d developed over the last half hour. She leaned back in her chair using her wings as arms to keep her body upright in the chair.

Trixie meanwhile was in a flurry of emotions as her mother gave her a ‘cold look’. Trixie didn’t know what to expect, but for some reason this was what she’d hoped for. What had she expected? A heart felt warm reaction from her mother? Then another metaphorical click hit her mind. She should have expected this. She remembered her mother was like this, but something still felt, off. She hoped her mother would have some sort of reaction to her reappearance, but not this tame.

In honesty Trixie didn’t know what to expect anymore. She was a mare, lost and scared, fumbling around with her fragmented memories trying to piece them together. Now that she was here she had no idea what to do next.

“Trixie, darling please have a seat.”

The words from her mother came so suddenly and so softly, unlike her usual harsh tone, that Trixie Felt compelled to sit. Doing so, Trixie saw her mother visibly relax. Her wings folded up and she leaned back in her large chair allowing her shoulder to relax and sag slightly.

“How have you been?” Emerald Herald asked her. “How has things been for you?”

“Do you really not know?” Trixie asked.

After Trixie returned and met the Royal Sisters she was sure they would have told her parents of her return. So, it begged the question why didn’t they seek her out? Why did they force Trixie to be the one to come look for them? To her surprise, her mother answered that question almost immediately.

“I’m sorry Trixie. I know it’s been hard on you since you got back. I heard about what happened to your memory. Princess Luna personally told us,” she said, fluttering her wings. “I would have sent your father-” *Of course you would* “-but things have been hard on us lately.”

Trixie fidgeted in her seat. “What could have possibly been more important than helping your daughter?” Trixie asked sounding upset.

“Our family is going broke Trixie,” Emerald Herald said, with a sigh. “After the attack on Canterlot we’ve lost much of our business. Ponies just didn’t feel safe in Canterlot anymore, so they left. One after another and we lost our revenue through these businesses. Many just outright shut down and closed shop.”

Emerald Herald slumped over her desk putting her face in her hooves. Her tired eyes suddenly had a look of distress and anguish, the likes of which Trixie couldn’t recall ever seeing.

“Your father is trying hard Trixie, so am I. We just can’t make enough to stay afloat. We’ve cut back sold this mansion, we don’t even have most of what we owned before. All the servants we have left are willing to work for free because they either have no home, *Sniff*, or family to go to. I don’t want you to see us like this,” Herald paused looking up at Trixie with the most pathetic and strained eyes Trixie had ever seen on anyone. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Trixie felt her heart sink. Here she was thinking her mother possibly didn’t care all to find out she was just going through hard times. Her and her father and everyone else. It made Trixie feel low thinking so badly of her mother, even if it was only for a brief second.

Leaning over the table Trixie reached for her mother and took the older mares hooves in her own and patted them. Herald felt her lips curl into a smile as she took her daughter's blue hooves in her own and caressed them. Trixie’s mind was filled with mixed emotions of joy and sadness.

She never felt such an emotional connection to her mother like this before. It was always her father who was the compassionate one, but Herald was the one who taught Trixie to be strong and independent. Never to rely on others for help. Seeing her mother like this Trixie felt it was time to throw that particular lesson away.

“Mother,” Trixie spoke softly to get her mother’s attention, “Where are you and father going to go? What about the servants?”

“We don’t know. Tonight at dinner I’ll be making the announcement, that… we’ll be losing the home, and everyone of the servants will be dismissed.”

“Mother, you can’t. Euphoria would be devastated. All she ever wanted was to serve the nobility! She’s the best we have, everyone is amazing! You can’t just-”

“I have tried to save what I can! We just can’t do it!”

“You can't just get rid of everyone!”

“We all knew this time was coming daughter,” Heeled said sternly, emphasizing the last word through stained teeth. “Everyone knew. This. Was. Coming. I can’t do anything but delay it longer.”

“Is there anything I can do mother?”

“Not unless you know of a way to come up with fifty-thousand bits in the next week.”

Emerald Herald sighed taking her hoof back and looked over a few of the documents.

“I've sold most of our properties. That will buy some time, but we’re really hurting right now daughter. I’m just glad you’re alright. I’m not saying what happened to you wasn't tragic, I just had other priorities right now. Mostly your father and the fifty plus servants who are losing their work and home. I’ve tried getting them new jobs, some of my closest friends took a few of them on, but several refused to leave our service.”

Trixie grinned with a chuckle. “I’ll bet most of the, mares, stayed because daddy was so, nice to them?”

Emerald Herald groaned her ears went flat on her head.

“Yes, your father did play a role in that. I swear that stallion just can't keep his hooves to himself these days!” Herald yelled throwing a book against the wall to her right.

Two screams were heard from the other side followed by several sounds of things falling and breaking. *That sounds expensive.* Trixie thought.

“Trixie, could you please go check on your, father?”

Trixie noted the pure venom in her mother's voice as she buried herself in her papers again. It amazed Trixie how quickly her mother’s mood could change from happy, sad, and then to angry, back to professional in just seconds.

Getting off her chair Trixie went to the next room over and opened it up to see a familiar pegasus stallion on the floor with a french maid mare on top of him. As Trixie entered there was a familiar musky smell that lingered in the air and she gave a look of disgust at the stallion and mare. The maid quickly recovered getting up and helping the stallion up and dusted him off quickly, before retreating from the room. Trixie couldn’t help but notice the very awkward limp the mare had in her step as she passed by.

Closing the door behind her the maid left Trixie alone with the stallion who for his part looked both ashamed and shocked.

“T-Trixie?”

With a stern glare Trixie sighed and turned her frown to a kinder smile. “Hey, daddy.”

*Wonderbolt Academy*

Spitfire was furious.

Today was proving to be one of those days for her. After the whole things with the Dizzitron, Spitfire was ready to call it a day, but when she returned to her office it was full of paperwork she had to do by the end of the week.

Leaving the teaching to Soarin and Fleetfoot, Spitfire was busy working on signing documents and had just finished when a new batch of her least favorite thing came in. A pile of autograph photos. With genuine hoofprints! She hated these. She always got sore hooves afterwards and couldn’t masturbate for a few days afterwards. IN this case she had gone almost a week as is without so much a flicking herself, plus she was in heat, and she was very sexually deprived from everything going on. If she wasn’t in a bad mood before she sure was now.

Looking at the pile of autographs she glared at them, hoping in the back of her mind she’d suddenly develop the power to make things spontaneously combust. For several seconds she glared hatefully at the papers, but nothing happened. Resigned to her fate, stupid comic books, she went to work stamping her hoofprint on them one by one.

For several minutes she put her hoof prints on them. It wasn’t long until her personal clock rang telling her it was close to midnight. With a tired yawn she stretched her arms over head and leaned back in her chair.

“Ugh, I hate this,” She groaned flexing her wings.

She was met by a wet fur smell. Sniffing under her arm she could smell the sweat from her body after a long day of flying. She needed to shower bad.

“Well, that’s that!”

With a skip in her step she left her office and went straight to eh showers. She threw her officer uniform on the top of the counter in the mares shower room and went in. She could already hear the sound of running water inside. She felt the steam coming from within, the smell of a sweet scented shampoo hit her nostrils helping her to relax as she entered the showers.

To her surprise however she found not one of the seasoned Wonderbolts, nor her shining star cadet, but another cadet.

“Lightning Dust?”

The teal mare turned, hearing her name from behind her. Her hooves were in her mane with thick suds from her scented shampoo she had and was rinsing herself off when Spitfire came in.

“Captain? Is this the wrong shower?” She asked suddenly feeling panicked.

Spitfire shook her head and wen next to the cadet, turning on the next showerhead.

“No, cadet, there isn't an officer's shower right now. We’re having one built for us after someone, destroyed the last one,” She said, biting back the name of the pony in question.

Spitfire noted the shampoo Lightning Dust was using.

“Sweet Paradise and Honey nectar? Wow, cadet, didn’t think you were that kind of mare,” Spitfire teased Lightning Dust, making her teal cheeks blush.

“N-no! I’m not! I just like the scent is all!”

Spitfire chuckled at Lightning’s dismay. She laughter brought a deeper red blush from Lightning’s cheeks. Lighting huffed and turned around closing her eyes and she stuck her head under the water and washed the suds off her mane.

Once her mane was sufficiently sud free she flung her head back out from the water and let her mane fly back. With A quick shake she brought her hooves over her mane and it was slightly back to its usual shape. Spitfire watched as the water ran over Lightnings slim strong figure. Her eyes wandered down her beck and to her wings. They were strong wings. Full and well taken care of.

Spitfire knew that meant Lightning had a secret girly side, or she was obsessed with her looks. Nobody who wasn’t like that ever had such well taken care of wings and was a Wonderbolt. Spitfire applied her own shampoo to her mane working it into her scalp and mane. Her eyes continued to wander lower to Lightning’s rear.

She was instantly reminded of Trixie. Like Lightning Dust Trixie had strong legs. Her hind legs were very tone, muscular almost, but very feminine still. It was clear to Spitfire that Lightning Dust was one to take care of herself. Spitfire’s gaze lingered longer when Lightning suddenly swished her tail, and Spitfire got a perfect look at her dark marehood.

“Damn, that’s nice...” Spitfire whispered.

It was brief and it filled Spitfire with strong urges to pounce on the mare beside her and rut her till neither of them could anymore. She quickly caught these thoughts and averted her gaze and continued to wash her mane, and trying to keep those dastardly thoughts from her mind.

Spitfire stuck her head under the water washing out the soap suds from her mane. In Doing so however she accidentally knocked the bar of soap she needed next under Lightning Dust, right between her back legs. She stared at the bar of soap as it taunted her from its vantage point under the teal mare beside her. Spitfire went to reach for the bar of soap, but Lightning Dust moved and she flinched pulling away quickly.

Just then her mind went wild with possibilities on how this would turn out.

*Somewhere Deep, DEEP, in Spitfire’s Sick Mind*

Lightning Dust washed her mane. Her fur was soaked, the water flowed over her feathers and off like they were plastic. Her wet fur stuck to her slender sexy body. And Spitfire could feel the heat rising in her loins. Her heat made it almost unbearable for her as she rubbed her bar of soap on her nethers, making her insides moist and steamy.

Just then the bar of soap slipped from her hoof and under Lightning Dust’s legs. The teal mare’s ear turned at the sudden sound of the bar of soap hitting the ground. She took a step back and backed into Spitfire’s hips with her butt and found the bar of soap at her hooves. Just as Lighting bent over to pick it up she felt her rear lift up in the air by two strong hooves as something penetrated her wet pussy.

Startled she struggled to get free, but the hooves held strong. She turned to call for help only to find herself gagged by a hand well being stuffed in her mouth.

She looked fearfully back at Spitfire as the older mare gave her a grin. Suddenly Spitfire started thrusting her hips into Lightning’s rear, sending Spitfire’s large cock into Lighting’s tight foal hole. It was really tight, and Spitfire could feel every thrust made her preys pussy grip tighter around her throbbing cock. Lighting's muffled cries rang in her ears as she continued to rape the cadet in the showers.

Spitfire cried out with each push she made slipping in and out of Lightnings pussy. The sounds, oh the sounds. Spitfire loved the sounds of her wet body slapping against Lightning Dust’s. It made her wings go stiff and erect. She doubled over on the smaller mare grabbing around her waist and started to hump upwards with her hips, and thus lifting Lightning Dust, and making her groan with every push Spitfire made with her hips.

As Spitfire continued to fuck the poor mare she felt a rising tension in her groin. She was close to her release, and if the wings and tense body of lighting Dust was any indicator, so was she. Lighting’s wings were stiff and out, her body was starting to push back with Spitfires forward motions, and she was desperately grunting with a lustful look in her eyes.

Both mare synced up their pushes to the second.

Their bodies grew more and more desperate with each push they made. Lighting was now screaming muffled screams through her gag and flapping her stiff wings while Spitfire thrust her cock into Lighting’s pussy as hard as she could. The tension was building higher and higher, and the wet sloppy slapping made both of them horny with anticipation for their release.

Spitfire was now on the brink. She was so close! Just a few more pushes.

“Spitfire?”

Spitfire heard her name being spoken by Lightning Dust. Again she pushed hard, making Lighting’s muffled screams break through her gag.

“Spitfire?”

There she was, she was so close! Once more she pushed and then she felt it, the rush through her veiny cock. It was like a rumble one felt, like water rushing through a pipe, as Spitfire released herself into her cadet.

“Spitfire, ma’am?”

*Back to Dumb reality*

The older mare shook her head once she realized she was being called. She was now up against the wall with one hoof between her legs with a washcloth, and lighting Dust was staring at her with the dropped bar of soap.

“Uh, ma’am? You alright?” Lighting asked.

Spitfire blushed deep red getting back on her four hooves. She took the bar of soap and with as much dignity as she could muster, she smiled and nodded to Lighting Dust.

“Thanks Cadet.”

The words didn’t mean much to Spitfire, but Lighting Dust got this silly grin on her face after hear the words. She nearly jumped with joy after hearing her idol say a simple “thanks” to her. Lighting feeling a sense of odd pride turned off her shower and left to go dry herself off and left Spitfire alone to continue bathing.

Spitfire lathered herself with the washcloth after applying her soap to if. She ran it over her shoulders and then down her front legs one at a time. She then reached over her wings and cleaned them thoroughly, then she washed her back legs and wiped her flank. Then she rubbed her inner thighs feeling her body heat up again.

*I really hate being in heat!* She cursed her body as she continued. *My day dream didn’t even make me climax! So I’m still horny as fuck!* She started to grumble as Lighting Dust stuck her head in from the side of the wall.

“See you tomorrow ma’am?”

Spitfire looked back at the cadet and nodded.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow cadet!”

Lighting nodded once more and turned to leave. Spitfire stood in place in silence for a while letting the water run over her body as she glared at her crotch. With an angry swish of her tail she furrowed her brow and groaned.

“Screw it!”

She then proceeded to viciously masturbate int eh shower until she nearly passed out from cumming so hard after so long. Once her shower, and happy time was done, she returned to her bed and slept better than she had in days.

Later the next morning, she awoke feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day. A cup of coffee, and a doughnut also made her one happy camper. She Took in a breath of the morning air nibbling her doughnut and was ready to tackle the day. Today was her favorite trial of all Wonderbolt Trials, the flag gathering.