Wonderbolt my Heart: After Story

by zalla661

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Drama, Original Character, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bat Pony, Other, Romance
Length: 35745

After being reunited with Spitfire and regaining most of her memory, Trixie attempts to get back into her old life. She finds however that in her wake the family had shattered and she must now pick up the pieces and try to bring it back together.

After being reunited with Spitfire and regaining most of her memory, Trixie attempts to get back into her old life. She finds out however that in her wake the family has all but shattered.

Now Trixie must rediscover what she lost and who she was as a parent and lover as life slowly returns to normal. Old feelings will arise and new ones will be forged and tempered with time, love, and tender care. Will the family become what it once was? Will the lost connections be reconstructed? Only time will tell as Trixie attempts to put the pieces of her old life back together.

Story is NSFW rated for Sex in the story but not dedicated clop.
Edited by a good friend: reprovedhawk.

Sequel to Wonderbolt my Heart (required reading before hand if you want to understand what's going on.)

Published 2017-01-11 10:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-07 09:18:26 UTC

Meet the Family Part 2

Breakfast was very awkward.

Spitfire and Trixie were sitting side by side with the children flanking them. Buttercup was next to Spitfire, while Peanut sat beside Trixie. Link had come from hiding and was sitting next to Emerald Herald, wagging his tail happily as he waited for any potential food scraps to fall to the floor. Across from the family sat Emerald Herald and her husband Lightning Strike. The two pegasi having very different reactions to the family.

Lightning Strike looked thrilled to see the family, and with such diversity too. His wife was a very different story. Emerald Herald had her eyes narrowed into a almost piercing stare that burrowed through your soul. It nitpicked at your very nerves and being making you feel small and insignificant. Peanut cowered at his mother’s side, and even Buttercup was less moody and talkative than usual.

Of course Link was happy to see new faces. He’d grown a bit over the last few months, but not by much. He was still a puppy.

Spitfire was also uncharacteristically stiff. She sat in her chair with a awkward upright poster that was clearly not natural for a pony to be in. Despite this it was evident she was trying to make a good impression to Trixie’s parents. Mostly to Emerald Herald. Lighting Strike was a very easy going pony and made it very clear early on that he was the fun uncle type, minus the drinking. However Emerald Herald had managed to be very standoffish as she sat upright staring at the group intently, unblinking, as they ate. Trixie stopped eating and glanced at her mother then down to her mother’s plate and noticed she hadn’t eaten much and she didn’t move an inch for the last five minutes.

Trixie passed a glance at her father and waved to him. The stallion noticed his daughter waving at him and stopped eating. “What’s wrong my, little star?” he asked.

Trixie Blushed at her little nickname he still used on her even in her older age.

“Daddy, not in front of my family,” She whinned.

Her son, daughter, and mate, all snickered feeling the tension lighten a tick.

Trixie huffed. “Daddy, can you please wake up mother?”

The brown stallion glanced at his wife who made no indication she heard anything. Smiling he nodded and gently took his hooves and put them on his wife's shoulders. He gently rubbed them and spoke softly to her saying, “Sweet heart? You need to wake up. It’s still breakfast time.”

*Snort* “Huh, I’m sorry? What is it Lighting Strike?” Herald asked glaring down at her husband.

“Honey, you fell asleep at the table. The family thought you were staring at them.” Lighting Strike said.

“Oh? Did I? I apologize. I tend to work at nighttime with the enough courts and rare am awake during the day,” Emerald herald apologized, bowing to the family and then continued to eat using her wings.

Trixie shook her head and continued as the rest of her family visibly relaxed now that they knew Emerald Herald wasn’t silently judging them. At least they didn’t think she was. The elder mare kept a watchful eye on Peanut never taking her eye off him for more than a moment. The little disguised changeling shivered like he was cold and snuggled up against Trixie’s side for comfort and pawing at her leg.

“Peanut, what is it? You should eat.” Trixie said taking her son in her lap.

“Mommy, I’m scared of the mean lady,” Peanut whimpered pointing at Emerald Herald.

“Oh, Peanut! That’s just how some adults are! No need to be scared. I’m sure she’s a nice lady,” Spitfire piped up looking at him in Trixie’s lap.

“Sh-she is?”

“Sure thing, kiddo!” Spitfire assured him.

She reached over and lifted the disguised colt into the air with her hooves and gave him a gentle toss in the air to catch him. Peanut giggled waved his arms and legs forgetting his discomfort as he was placed back on his seat by his yellow mom.

“Now eat up kid, we got things to do today!”

Peanut nodded and went back to chomping his food down. Trixie glared at her mate as she got back in her seat. Spitfire didn’t even notice Trixie looking at her until a loud ‘ahem!’, caught her attention.

With a mouth full of salad and a fork, Spitfire turned to face Trixie with the fork sticking out of her mouth and her cheeks puffed full.

“Hmmhommm?”

Trixie replied with a swift hoof swat to the back of her mates head. Spitfire choked on the leafs in her mouth and swallowed hard. In doing so she accidentally swallowed the fork and started to gagged. Trixie gasped and with a swift lift from her magic, the unicorn dislodged the fork from her mates throat before she could truly hurt herself. Trixie went on to scold her mte, and Lighting Strike chuckled, earning himself a head swat from his wife’s wing. The kids laughed and for the tiniest, briefest, moment in history Emerald Herald allowed her lip to curl. She then took a sizeable bite of her own salad to cover it up but felt herself feeling cheered up by the sound of the laughter.

After breakfast Emerald Herald excused herself to go get some rest. Lightning Strike told the others that she was up all night finding new places and jobs for their mansion staff. While he explained this everyone except Peanut and link were sitting in the living room on the couch as he told the story.

“- so essentially she found all the previous staff new homes and lines of work with what influence our family name still holds. She’ll never admit it, but I know my wife. Sh eviews that staff not as that, “staff”. She views them as family. You should have seen her Trixie. When she said good bye to Euphora, I thought for sure she was going to break down there and then. It was hard to watch.”

Lighting Strike sniffed hard wiping his eyes with a feather tip wing. He sat by himself on Spitfire’s new comfy chair while Spitfire, Trixie, and Buttercup took the couch. Trixie leaned forward towards her father and rested her chin on her hooves.

“Daddy, what are you and mom gonna do? Do you still plan to move to the rock Farm with the Pies?”

“Yes, we do plan on that still. Like I said, we had an agreement to do this anyways. We’ll just have to start smaller than we expected.”

“So, you’ll be staying with us until then right?” Spitfire asked the stallion.

Lighting Strike nodded and leaned back into the chair. Spitfire nodded silently too. She turned to look at trixie and gave her a ‘we’ll talk later’ mouth motions. Trixie groaned slouching in the couch making Lighting Strike laugh.

“Better not let your mother see you do that! Less she raises hell on your behind like last time!” he barked laughing.

Trixie puffed her cheeks glaring at her father.

“Daddy! I was like 12 when that happened!”

“I know, but your mother will never let you live it down and you know it!” he said winking at Trixie.

Trixie huffed turning away from her father and crossing her arms indignantly. Spitfire facehooved shaking her head slightly, while Buttercup flew and hovered over the stallion. The brown bat pony eyed the fat older stallion intrigued by him. Finally she turned to face her mothers, while still hovering in the air above Lighting Strike and cleared her throat to get her mother's attentions.

“Mother?”

“What is it sweetie?” Trixie replied.

“Why are you a unicorn, but your mother and father are pegasi?”

“Well, to put it simply I was adopted. Long ago when I was younger, Trixie was left at the very same orphanage you and your little brother lived at,” Trixie explained.

Buttercup’s ears perked slightly. “Really?”

“They were?” Lighting Strike and Spitfire asked sounding surprised.

“Oh, yes! Trixie was raised by the very same matron of the orphanage as you were. Trixie hated her at first, but over time Trixie grew to appreciate her. She loved us all in different ways. Trixie was truly blessed to have her and the love from the orphanage.”

Spitfire cocked her brow in a disbelieving manner that said, that’s not what you told me, kind of way. Trixie glared back at her mate not needing to hear words to know what was on her mind.

“Trixie did! Ugh, daddy!”

Lighting Strike rolled his eyes smiling at his daughter acting like a child. It brought a feeling of nostalgia to the stallion to see Trixie again, and to hear her call him ‘daddy’ once again. He missed that. He got up from the chair and flew over the table and landed next to Trixie, and shoving Spitfire aside, so he could hug his daughter. Spitfire sputtered indignantly at the stallion as he unceremoniously knocked her and Buttercup over.

Buttercup grumbled and glared at her newly met uncle, Spitfire did the same. Trixie and Lighting Strike stared down at the two of them. After a minute of intense staring the four of them shared a laugh and hugged as a group chuckling and giggling as they all fell to the floor.

Elsewhere in the apartment little Link was following Peanut as he navigated the rooms and found a sleeping Emerald Herald laying in one of the spare beds. Beneath the bed was a sleeping bag for Lighting Strike which had a tiny teddy bear resting against the pillow. Peanut buzzed his wings and walked into the room with link right behind him. The two little ones tiptoed around as stealthily as possible.

The changeling snuck up to the bed and reached up to try and climb. He didn’t want to fly fearing he’d wake up the grumpy lady pone. Seeing his struggle Link scooted between the tiny changelings back legs and used himself as a stepping stool for him. Peanut nodded to his leafy companion and climbed the bed. Once atop Peanut used his magic to lift Link up to the bed beside him. With both on the bed they curled up like cats and began to “observe” the sleeping mare.

For a while Emerald Herald did nothing but snore lightly. She laid on her back, perfectly still. It actually amazed Peanut. He always had trouble sleeping in one spot like that. To him it was amazing to see, but after some time he dozed off leaning into Link as a pillow. Link of course was just happy to be included even if he’d become a pillow for his tiny sleeping master. His little green tail wagged back and forth, causing his leafy tail to ruffle against the blanket and made a light scratching noise. This tiny noise stirred Emerald Herald awake.

Her eyes fluttered open and she rolled over on her side to find the little spies. At first she glared at the changeling and timber wolf cub, but once she realized Peanut was asleep her stern expression softened slightly to a intense glare at Link. The tiny timber wolf replied by extending his neck out and with his tongue gently licked Emerald Herald on the tip of her nose. Emerald Herald scrunched her nose glaring down at the little timber wolf cub, but a low yawn later the cub curled up against Peanut and immediately dozed off. Emerald Herald shook her head and rolled on her back again to rest leaving her intruders at her side without a care in the world. A few moments later however she extended one wing out and scooped the little ones in and scooted closer to them. Once done, the mare had Peanut and Link snuggle up against her side as she slept with them under her wing.

Just outside Trixie, Spitfire, Lighting, and Buttercup watched the transition happen. Once they saw that everyone was accounted for they closed the door to let the mare sleep with the two little ones undisturbed.

Future (Revised)

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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.

Academyy: The Dizzitron

Author's Note

Hey there everyone!

So today or night depending on where you are from we introduce the dizzitron. A short little chapter with a basic insight to what is to come. :twilightsmile:

Academyy: The Dizzitron

*Wonderbolt Academy a Few Days Later*

Spitfire awoke to the sound of her alarm in her room. With a mighty yawn the mare stretched out her arms and wings, feeling them pop loose as she did. She then rubbed her tired eyes and used her wing to silence her clock. She sat in her bed looking around.

Her personal quarters in the Academy were spartan. She had a bed, a dresser for her cloths and uniform, a mirror, a clock and a wooden chest for personal belongings. Throwing the comforters off her bed Spitfire flapped her wings hovering over towards her mirror and hovered over it. She stared at her tired face for several minutes before she finally got a brush out and slowly began to tidy her mane.

Once that was done she put on the uniform and flew out to the officers mess and had a hardy breakfast. She helped herself to an extra serving of food. She was going to need it.

Today was the hardest part of drills the cadets would go through. The Cloud Obstacle Course and then the Dizzitron. The dizzitron was the bane of the Academy. Back in Spitfire’s day it was a device that would spin with a pony strapped to the center of it, still is to this day. After making the pony dizzy the device would launch ponies into the air where they would recover in the quickest time possible and land as quickly as possible… most of the time.

In Spitfire’s day the dizzitron was actually far more dangerous than it is today. Back then the ponies had to time the launch for the dizzitron or they would send the cadets into the ground or worse. Spitfire recalled a near death they had once during her first year as a Wonderbolt training cadets. One of her staff wasn’t paying attention to the timing of the spins and sent a very green cadet over the Academy cliff.

The end result was disastrous. The cadet was so badly injured he had to be discharged from the Wonderbolt Academy being rendered unable to fly afterwards. Word after he left was he couldn’t even hover so his wings were vistegal at best, and only served to prove he was a pegasus.

Even worse the cadet forgave the pony and no charges were made against him, but the pony in charge of launching the dizzitron resigned and nearly hung himself. Last Spitfire heard he was still going through intensive therapy with his wife in hopes he could return to a normal life someday.

Spitfire was glad he was alive and healing. After Trixie’s return she was happy just to have her family together again. To have a whole family. Though she missed Vector at times she and Vector know their relationship was forced. At least as far as Spitfire could tell.

She watched as her cadets lined up for the dizzitron. She was in a better mood than she was earlier. For today was a special day for the cadets.

“Morning cadets. Today is a very special day for all of you,” With a wave of her hoof one of her staff removed a cloth cover from the dizzitron. “This is the dizzitron, and it will make very, I mean VERY dizzy. It’s rare for a Wonderbolt to spin out but when it does, a Wonderbolt must be able to recover from it.”

She stepped across the lawn and looked over each cadet as she gave her instructions.

“Your task will be to recover and fly straight again as soon as possible. Once you have recovered you must come in for a smooth landing, now who’s first?”

Nopony stepped forward and everyone look nervous. While two ponies raised their hooves, Lightning Dust and Rainbow Dash, she ignored them and went to the first cadet in the line. A pink pegasus mare with a medium length blonde mane and tail.

Spitfire walked right up to her and just stared at her in the most awkward way possible. The mare just stared blankly at her for a few seconds before it registered in her brain that she was the one being called out.

“M-me?”

Nervously she pointed to herself sweating from her brow as Spitfire glared at her. The mare looked once over Spitfire’s shoulder to see the dizzitron. She wasn’t even on it and she was already feeling dizzy and nauseous just thinking about it.

But Spitfire’s impatience trumped everything else. “NOOOWWW!!”

With the loud yell from her CO the pony ran up and flew into the dizzitron and straped herself in.

“Ready?” Spitfire asked impatiently.

“Y-yes ma’am.”

The mare slid on her goggles and prepared her body for the wild ride that was sure to come. Spitfire pulle dout a stop watch from her chest pocket and nodded to the grounds pony who was helping her.

He pushed a large switch on a nearby machine that had wires attached to the dizzitron. the device slowly began to twist and spin with the pony in it. Spitfire watched waiting for the right time. Once the machine reached its maximum speed she counted mentally.

One…
two.. .
Three…

“RELEASE!”

With her order given the ground pony released the pony by pulling a second lever and launched the mare into the sky.

The mare spun clumsily in the air, if one could describe it as such, and came to a wobbly flight down to the ground. When she made contact her butt skipped on the pavement and eventually she landed on her belly and spun in circles until she came to a stop near by Spitfire and passed out on the spot.

Spitfire took note of the time. “Huh, 56 seconds. Decent, but nothing to write home about. Who’s next?”

She looked to see Rainbow Dash and Lightning raise their hooves.

“Rainbow Dash, you’re up!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

With her usual diligence Rainbow Dash put herself into the dizzitron and slipped on her goggles. She didn’t say a word. She simply waited for Spitfire to begin.

Spitfire nodded again to the grounds pony and he started the dizzitron up again. Around and around Rainbow went spinning and spinning faster and faster until Spitfire was satisfied with the speed. Then as before she checked her stop watch and made sure she reset it. No use if she didn't get the time wrong.

“RELEASE!”

As Rainbow was launched in the air the mare was quick to recover. She spun with the spin out and used her own momentum to propel herself forward straight again. Spitfire was impressed, it took great skill and knowledge of one's self and body to pull off such a stunt. She watched Rainbow then nose dive and fly straight down, managing to pull up last second before colliding with the ground and skidded to a halt past Spitfire.

Spitfire looked at the watch and nearly choked at the time.

“6 seconds!? That’s an Academy record! Nice work Cadet!” She said with pride.

Rainbow grinned and proudly flew over to her place in the line. She stood between the pink mare form before, now that she recovered, and Lightning Dust. Then Lightning Dust was called, but to everyone's surprise she made an unusual request.

“Ma’am? Can you put the dizzitron and the highest setting?” The lightning maned mare asked. “I want to test my limits.”

Spitfire whoever wasn’t sure. With a single glance at the grounds pony she looked up at the confident mare who looked ready to be shot out of a loaded cannon.

“You sure newbie?”

With a confident smirk “Yes, ma’am!”

“Alright.”

Like before Spitfire gave a nod and the grounds pony prepared the dizzitron for full power. The machine started slow and then after pulling another switch the dizzitron rotated faster and faster until the machine was a dizzying blur itself.

Lightning’s eyes watered as the wind blew through her mane. How it happened through her goggles no one knew. She held her grip firmly on the bar to the dizzitron when Spitfire ordered her ‘release’.

Next thing Lightning knew she was in the air. At first she had no control, but her own personal training and preparation was about to be put to the test. Unlike most ponies she didn’t go against the push of the G-forces on her body. Instead she spun with it but used her wings as flaps to stop her spin. It worked like a charm. Then like Rainbow she went straight into advice, only Lightning used her hind legs to lead her decent like a log falling straight down the sky.

As she approached the ground Lighting gave a powerful thrust from her wings and shot forward across the ground. She was only skimming it by an inch or two, and she was past Spitfire in what she considered record time. Spitfire looked amazed at her stop watch.

“6.5 seconds! Amazing!” She exclaimed.

Lightning Dust chuckled and landed by Rainbow dash, who gave her a hoof bump. Spitfire was proud of these two young mares.They were really setting a high standard for the rest of the cadets, but they were also shining examples of what was yet to come.

If only Spitfire knew what the next few days were going to hold, she might have thought otherwise.

Emerald Herld

A few days later…

Trixie woke up feeling refreshed. After a successful one night gig with Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJPON-3, Trixie was slowly getting back into her old groove. It had been two days since she met her therapist, and now she was hot on the trail of her mother, while still trying to juggle her life with her two young ones now. With Buttercup having increased friction between her and another filly by the name of Thorn Rose, Trixie hasn’t had the time to find her mother since she and Twilight Velvet were watching her like vultures over a carcass.

However, despite all this Trixie was feeling confident.

Just the other day when she went to pick up her little ones Twilight Velvet pulled her off to the side and told her that she found her mother. After Trixie offered up her photo Velvet spoke to her husband and found out that they two pegasi were of a noble house in Canterlot. Using her own connections Velvet was able to find out where the two pegasi lived, and today was the day Trixie was going to find them. With it she hoped her memories would come back in full. At the very least she’d get to see her parents again.

Trixie was quick to get up and get ready for the day. After a quick morning ritual and preparing herself for the day she quickly made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast.

It wasn’t long after she started making some hay bacon that the little terror known as Link came scampering into the kitchen begging her for scraps. While she stood cooking the little timberwolf cub stood on his hind legs and pressed up against her flank whimpering at her.

Trixie gently scolded him and gave him nothing, but she did give him some canine food so he wouldn’t distract her. Once Link was fed another tiny terror came into the kitchen. Little Peanut groggily swayed into the kitchen and hugged his mother's leg.

“Oh! Good morning sleepy head. How’s my little colt doing?” Trixie asked the changeling colt.

Peanut grunted softly, releasing her leg, and slowly made his way over to the dining table and clumsily tried to get on the chair. He was so tired he didn't even think to just fly into the seat. Instead he tried climbing but was so tired he didn’t get his footing right and fell on his bottom with a thud. Startled by his sudden fall the colt shook his head and glared up at the seat and tried again. He fell again.

Sensing his distress Link came over to the changeling and licked his cheek and nuzzled him. Peanut giggled and rubbed his black nose against Link’s, then slowly rubbed his forehead against Link’s. Trixie watched from her spot in the kitchen as the changeling nuzzled Link affectionately feeling her heart would burst from the sheer cuteness.

At this time Buttercup walked into the kitchen and hugged Trixie. She was barely better off than her brother was initially. Heavy bags under her eyes, the young threshal yawned, and then proceeded to go take her seat in her brothers spot.

Peanut made an annoyed buzzing with his wings and puffed his cheeks at his big sister, to which she gave him a smug grin. With a pout he stomped over to another chair and helped himself up and crossed his arms and continued to glare at his sister. Trixie then came in the dining room with three plates of food and set one for each of them. Sitting between her two little ones Trixie ate in silence, the sour mood between the two young siblings didn’t put a bit of damper on her mood.

Chewing her food she glanced over at Peanut who was still glaring at his sister with his emerald green eyes. She simply ignored him, eating her food without a care in the world.

“Stop glaring at your sister Peanut. It’s rude to do at the dinner table especially,” Trixie said firmly to him.

Lowering his head in shame the colt changeling nodded.

“Yes, momma.”

Buttercup snorted. “Weirdo brother.”

Trixie’s eyes narrowed at Buttercup. Their eyes met and Buttercup felt a shiver go down her spine at the intensity in Trixie’s eyes. Shrinking down she tried to look at her food knowing she was about to be scolded again.

“Young lady-”

*Great here we go again. Another lecture.* She thought leaning one elbow on the table trying to ignored her mother, but look like she was listening. She continued to eat thinking about ehr application to the Lunar Guard or the Shadowbolts.

What a life it would be to be part of a counterpart to the Wonderbolts. Then again, being in the Lunar Guard she might be able to work with Princess Luna, and maybe even Princess Celestia! The infinite possibilities flowed through her head making her stare up at the ceiling in a dream like state.

“-are you listening to me?”

Buttercup shot upright in her seat looking wide eyed at her mother.

“Uhhhh…” She said dumbly. “I, uhhh…”

Trixie raised a brow and crossed her arms and tapped her hoof on the floor waiting patiently for Buttercup to come up with an answer to the question.

“I, was. Yeah, I was,” Buttercup said confidently.

Now, Trixie has dealt with lots of bullshit in her life. In fact it was so finely tuned, even with her partial amnesia, it was sharper than most Saddle arabian sabers. Now Buttercup was under her mother's radar there was no going back now, all she had to do was BS her way out of this long enough to excuse herself.

“Then tell me what I just asked you?”

*DAMNIT!* Buttercup cringed. She wasn’t paying attention at all. She was so used to ignoring Spitfire after she’d yell at her that she was a master of doing it. Trixie however; was smarter than Spitfire by far and this was proof. What had she said? Did she ask her something? Buttercup was sure her mother didn’t ask anything. At least, she thought so. Maybe she could work around it with a bit of fancy word play.

“I was just… you know thinking about what you asked, and…”

Trixie smiled not taking her eyes off Buttercup.

“Trixie asked you about joining the Royal Guard?” Trixie hinted.

“Yes! That’s right, I was thinking about that to tell you that I was, interested in joining the Shadowbolts instead!”

The young mare gave her mother a toothy grin. She was sure her plan had worked. Her mother wasn’t mad anymore and she even smiled. That on its own was a good sign.

“That’s nice sweetie. I’m glad you decided which group to join. I’ll let Principle Velvet know when I see her today,” Trixie said collecting the finished plates from the table with her magic.

“You’re going to see her today, mother?” Buttercup asked.

“That's right,” Trixie said cleaning the plates. “I will need you to stay home until I get back. Watch your brother.”

“B-but mom, I was going to meet a friend today!” Buttercup said.

“Oh? And who might that be?”

Buttercup blushed looking at her hooves, pawing at the ground.

“His name’s Scribble.”

“Oh? Is that so? Well, I’m afraid you won’t be able to see him tonight.”

“What? Why!?” Buttercup whined flopping on the ground.

“That isn’t very lady like,” Trixie scolded her. “And you are grounded for the night, for lying to me and not listening to me after I told you not to do that anymore.”

Lowering her head Buttercup sighed and walked away saying, “Yes, mother.”

“And sweetie?”

“Hmm?”

Buttercup stopped and craned her neck around to look back at her mother over the kitchen counter.

“Please be nice to your brother.”

“I will mom.”

Buttercup went to her room and was followed by her brother and Link. Trixie then finished cleaning the dishes and set them in a tray on the counter to dry. After which she prepared herself for her family reunion. She got the address from Twilight Velvet on a piece of paper on the fridge. It was on the far side of Canterlot and would take most of the day to get to and back.

Once she was ready for the long trip Trixie went into the kids room and saw them rolling on the ground laughing with Link barking and circling them excited. Buttercup was holding Peanut to her chest and rolling over blowing a raspberry in his soft underbelly. The little changeling was laughing trying to wiggle out of his sister's grasp.

The struggle was real for the little changeling. He was no match for his sister’s strength. IN desperation he cried out for Link to help him, ultimately though Link charged in and started licking him rather than help his escape.

“No! Link! You’re suppose to help me hehehehe!” Peanut cried in laughter.

Trixie chuckled and used her magic to separate the three from each other. Peanut sighed in relief flopping limply in his mother's aura. Buttercup giggled and grabbed Link and held him in her arms as they were all brought to the bed and settled down.

“Now kids, you know rough housing isn’t allowed,” Trixie said warningly.

“Yes, momma.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Trixie smiled hugging them.

“Now, then I need to get going. Remember Soarin is next door if you need anything,” Trixie instructed. “Now, I’m gonna be out for a few hours. You two behave, Soarin will be over at six with dinner if I’m not here. Do your homework, and Peanut?”

The changeling looked up at her.

“Don’t annoy your sister. She has a lot to deal with so don’t give her any trouble. Okay?”

“Yes, momma.”

“Okay. Thank you sweetie.”

Trixie hugged Peanut and kissed his forehead. She then looked over at Buttercup who was petting Link in her arms.

“Keep an eye on your little brother. And if you need anything-”

“Don’t worry mom. I’ll go to Mr. Soarin if anything happens. I promise.”

Buttercup put link on the bed and hugged her mother. After a brief goodbye Trixie was off into the city heading for the train station. The trip to Canterlot was long taking well over two hours, with a few stops on the way.

Eventually Trixie reached her destination. Canterlot a hustle and bustling city full of wonder to most ponies in Equestria. For Trixie it had a very familiar feel to it. She spent a surprisingly large amount of time here. After she came back into her life Princess Luna was helping with her recovery and was the one who recommended Trixie’s therapist.

Walking through Canterlot Trixie was met with mixed reactions from ponies. Word about her previous exploits in Ponyville were fresh again after a Ponyville newspaper called the Foal Free Press came up titled: The Great and Powerful Trixie Secrets Revealed, and made a slight mention to her and the ursa that rampaged through some time ago.

While Trixie didn't care, she did wonder how a newspaper for foals ended up all throughout Equestria. She figured it was probably some snobbish editor who wanted to spread the paper for a extra bit hence why it was so widespread.

It was then, whilst deep in thought, that Trixie came upon her destination. A modest mansion by Canterlot standards on the corner of Crystal Lane and Haybale Street. While not massive like most mansions it still took two buildings worth of the corner. Three stories high but very long and gated Trixie felt a very strong sense of familiarity. A stone wall surrounded the mansion like a fortification with a standard looking metal bar gate for an entryway. Next to the gate was a seal for the noble house that each proudly wore. This one was three lightning bolts circling counter clockwise around a shield overlapped by an perfectly symmetrical cloud.

Trixie approached the gate and looked right at the seal. It was like looking at a reflection of something so familiar to her, but just out of reach of remembrance.

Then in the blink of an eye she recalled a past event in her life.

She looked through the gate to see a old swing set in a nearby playground. It was worn down but well kept. She remembered that swing. She use to play on it growing up. After she was adopted. Slowly things came together. HEr mind worked tirelessly to piece together thousands of fragments into coherent memories. It was like her mind was a massive jigsaw puzzle but half the pieces were missing and she had to guess what happened in the gaps.

The swing was the first step. Then another memory came flying into her mind. A flashback to her earlier years, long forgotten.

*Flashback*

A younger Trixie was sitting at a table with a large puzzle with over three-hundred pieces. A larger portion of the center was already together, but Trixie was struggling to put the whole thing together. Angry at how long it was taking she growled slammed her hooves on the ground in frustration.

A stallion came into the room in a nice white suit and a black tie. He was a pegasus. Middle aged large, brown fur, and a well kept green mane he smiled at Trixie who was trying hard to concentrate as she tried using other pieces to put the puzzle together.

“What’s wrong Trixie?” He asked, sitting next to her.

He gently draped one of his massive wings over Trixie and pulled close in a wing hug. Trixie pouted pushing away with a heavy blush in her cheeks.

“Dad! Stop! Trixie is trying to solve this puzzle!”

“I can see that,” He chuckled. “So , what’s the problem?”

“Trixie can’t figure out this stupid puzzle!” Trixie whined flopping her chin on the table. “It’s too hard.”

The stallion chuckled at his daughter's plight. Indeed the puzzle was hard, even he never finished it. Not for a lack of trying, he was just much too busy to take the time to do it. That and his wife always nagged him saying, they were a waste of time.

He leaned over Trixie’s shoulder and looked at the work she’d done.

“Impressive work so far. You have well over a third of it done!” He complimented Trixie. “I know it’s hard sweet heart, but I know a trick that'll help you out in the long run.”

Trixie’s ears perked up.

“Really?! What is it daddy?” The younger mare asked desperately.

“Well, now you see how you’re making the center first?”

Trixie nodded. “Yeah.”

“Well, the secret to a puzzle is the corners.”

“Corners? Why?”

The stallion smiled and ruffled Trixie’s mane, earning a series of giggles from her.

“You see Trixie, if you have the corners then you’ll have an easier time with the rest of the puzzle because-”

“Lightning Strike!”

“Oh, dear…” The stallion cringed at the sound of his name.

He slowly turned to see his wife Emerald Herald standing in the doorway with a great look of disapproval.

“Don;t hold her hoof and give the answers to her! She needs to learn to figure things out for herself!” The mare said to her husband. “If she doesn’t learn to be self reliant she’ll grow up like all the rest of the spoiled nobles and their children! She must learn the value of hard work and self reliance.”

Trixie stood up glaring at her mother.

“I am self reliant! I can work!”

Emerald Herald scoffed looking down at the young unicorn who was half her size. Herald was a very tall mare, well over her husband by a good foot. She was a dominant presence around others. Like Celestia herself she carried a powerful charisma that was daunting to others.

“Dear,” Lighting Strike stood up and looked up at his wife with a softer expression. “Trixie can figure it out, she just needed a little help. That’s all. No need to get worked up over it.”

Emerald Herald wasn’t having it though. She glared down at her husband who shivered visibly. She then turned to her daughter and donned a pondering look. Then she smiled at her husband and circled around him placing a wing over his back as a guide while she circled him like a hungry predator.

“In that case how about a little wager, my dear husband?” She suggested giving a sultry voice to him.

“What do you mean?” Lightning Strike asked going rigid.

“If she can figure out the puzzle with your little hint before dinner,” She paused and leaned into his ear to whisper, “I'll wear that sexy saddle you love sooooo much.”

Lighting Strike gasped holding his wings stiffen and his member getting harder with each word his wife spoke. He tried to cover it up so Trixie wouldn’t see it but the next words his wife said made his blood run cold.

“If she can’t however… No sex for the next month.”

That was the kicker. Trixie tilted her head wondering what all this talk meant. She heard every word, but had no idea what it was. She assumed in her young naivete that it was the wonderful world of, “adult talk”, and paid it no mind. Then her father turned and looked at her in desperation.

“Trixie. I know you are very good at puzzles, but please for the love of all that’s sacred please, please finish this puzzle before dinner!” He pleaded.

Trixie smiled nodding. “Don’t worry daddy! Trixie will finish this puzzle with the secret you taughter her!”

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went back to the puzzle without another word. Lighting Strike felt relieved but went rigid again when his wife nudged him. Trixie worked so hard to finish the puzzle before dinner. She was so close too, but then a horrible realization came over her as the puzzle neared completion.

A piece was missing.

*End Flashback*

Trixie chuckled at the memory. She remembered vividly that her father wasn’t happy for the next month as her mother made good on her promise. That is of course until she went into an early heat, and then it was not fun for anyone.

She then remembered many more things. The poor servants dealing with her mother's whims on the fly, her sudden mood swings. Trixie remembered when her mother got horny and had no outlet it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Of course her pride, something Trixie did pick up from her, wouldn’t ever let her admit her own plan backfired and blamed her mood on work related stress.

Trixie looked up at the mansion once more and looked around to find the doorbell. When she found it she was about to press it when a loud gasp and the sound of paper bags falling, and glass breaking caught her attention to her right. There standing before her was another blast from the past. A earth pony maid with a French outfit was staring at her in complete shock. She was a dark brown with a snow white mane and tail with a feather dusting cutie mark and dark green eyes. *Trixie tinnks her family has a fetish for gree things now that she thinks about it.* she thought looking at the mare.

The earth pony maid took a step forward looking at Trixie from top to bottom. Eventually smile came across her lips as she ran forward and hugged her tightly. Trixie gasped feeling her lungs getting crushed under the amres powerful arms, while she choked back sobs.

“Uh, hi there, *GASP* Euphora. How has it been?”

The mare Euphora released Trixie and patted her shoulders looking her over once more.

“Young mistress. It’s so good to see you again! Oh, your mother and father will be so pleased to see you again! Please, please, come inside it’ll get colder out! Where have you been?” Euphora asked guiding Trixie through the gate to the mansion.

“Trixie has been, busy. How have you been Euphora?”

“Oh, I’ve been doing just fine young mistress. Your father is doing well, and your mother… well,” Euphora triled off like she didn’t want to say something.

Trixie nodded watching her every movement closely as they walked up to the mansion doors. After she unlocked the doors and opened them, Euphora guided Trixie inside. It was just as she remembered it. Memories of the large entry hall the marble floors and tiled staircase that went up to the other floors.

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m back after all this time.” Trixie said.

“Your mother i s in her study. Shall I announce you?” Euphora asked walking up the stairs.

“Please no, just show me the way. Trixie has, forgotten the the way.”

Euphora smiled gesturing for Trixie to follow her. Please come this way.”

Euphora guided Trixie up the stairs to the second floor. From there they doubled back to another flight that went on the third floor. There were many servant ponies around all of them watching Trixie and Euphora as they went by. Some ponies recognized Trixie and greeted her kindly, while others simply greeted her for the sake of appearances. The two mares went down many halls all of which were both familiar and foreign to Trixie at the same time. Then they came up to the end of a hall where a large set of double doors were with an emblem of Emerald Herald's cutie mark on it.

Euphora stood by the side and bowed to Trixie allowing her to pass. Trixie could feel her heart racing, pounding in her chest like it was ready to burst out at any moment. She tried to take a deep breath to help relax herself, but the feeling of anticipation was too great. Throwing caution to the wind Trixie steeled her nerves and looked at Euphora once more, who gave a supportive nod, and Trixie reached with her hoof to open the door.

“Good luck young miss.”

Trixie nodded smiling et her and opened the doors.

The aged doors creaked as she slowly opened the door and entered a dark work study. Bookshelves lined the walls on her left and right leading down to a single large desk easily twenty feet wide. Books and papers littered the entire room with documents everywhere and Trixie tried her best not to step on anything as she approached the desk. The door closed behind her and she then saw her.

At the desk sitting in a large leather chair was her mother. Emerald Herald, hunched over a pile of papers and scribbling over them with a quill in one wing and a pen in her other deep in concentration that she didn't even notice Trixie enter. Slowly Trixie approached. She held a bated breath as she came closer step after step, anxiety of what to say was overwhelming her. *What should Trixie say? What will mother say? I’m almost there. Only a few steps more. Oh, gods I’m not ready for this!*

Trixie stopped awkwardly in front of the large wooden desk as her mother continued to ignore her and continued to write and sign document after document. Trixie was surprised how well her mother handled her wings and the writing was beautiful. Just when she was about to say something Emerald Herald looked up with tired eyes and stared at Trixie, who felt like a heavyweight wa just put on her.

Even in silence her mother was a terrifying presence. It put Trixie on edge. She felt her hair stand on end as her mother looked her up and down critically. She then looked back down at her papers and continued writing.

What she said next caught Trixie by complete surprise.

“And just where have you been all this time, young lady?” Emerald Herald asked in a bored tone.

Author's Note

So here we are again everyone! A new chapter that I've been contemplating on for a while now, but here it is! I finally decided to bring someone into the story I've wanted to for along time and the next chapter will continued from where this one ended.

Don't worry the Wonderbotl Academy will still happen, I just alternate between them as the days go by. :raritywink: So, onto the big questions, why is Trixie mother acting like she don't give a flying feather? Is she just that kind of pony, or is it something deeper? Where is Lighting Strike? Who's Euphora? And OH GOD I'M NOT WEARING PANTS!!
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Oh, wait yes I am. Sorry was just having a drug induced fever dream.

Family Troubles and Sexy Shower Day Dreams

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.

Family Reset

*Canterlot*

Trixie was now sitting down with her father in a new room, after the smell for the last one overpowered Trixie’s nose. Her father, Lighting Strike. A pegasus of great renown in the nobility of Canterlot. He was the owner of a large company that produced clouds for half of Equestria. HIs company's specialty was lighting/storm clouds.

He sat next to Trixie who was fidgeting with her hooves as he sat awkwardly. Neither had any idea what to say or do. For him he didn’t expect to see his daughter so soon, and Trixie didn't really plan what she wanted to say.

So, the two just sat in awkward silence. Both waited for the other to make the first move. A few times one would try to speak, but would quickly lose the words in their throat, and return to silence.

Finally after a long half hour Trixie’s father managed to find his voice.

“So, Trix, what have you been up to lately? You know after you returned from you, erm, adventure?”

Trixie shook her head smiling at her father. She heard it from her mother. They knew what happened to her, at least her amnesia. It was clear they either didn’t know about the Starfalls and Vector, or they were keeping it secret that they knew. In either case, Trixie felt comfortable hearing her father’s old raspy voice again after so long.

She leaned over and hugged the large stallion, who in return wrapped his wings around Trixie. He was overwhelmed with joy seeing his little girl again. Trixie herself was overcome with joy. She loved it when her father embraced her with his massive wings. Normally he’d be wearing formal attire, but Trixie caught him in the middle of what he called, ‘extracurricular activities’, so he wasn’t wearing anything.

Thinking back Trixie never once was held by her mother in such a fashion. It was her father who was always comforting and nurturing to her. She loved him for that. Not to say she didn’t love her mother, she loved them both, but Lightning Strike would always be her first choice for a hug. Since he was the only one of the two who’d give her a hug to begin with.

Trixie nuzzled his wings with her nose and all she cold think of was how much she wished she’d come home sooner to see them. With her career and everything that happened before and after Ponyville she couldn’t find time for it. Then she met Spitfire and things really became complicated then. She then remembered how much she missed the yellow feather brained pony.

Trixie remembered the first few nights she fell in love with Spitfire. They would lay in bed for hours. Spitfire would lay on her back and Trixie would snuggle on her wrapped in golden yellow wings to protect her from the cold. Much like her father was doing now as he nuzzled her mane.

“I’m so glad you came back to us, little one,” He said kissing her forehead.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I… I didn’t mean to take so long to come home again.”

Lighting Strike opened one of his massive feathered wings and revealed Trixie head underneath. She looked up at him with her chin resting on his chest with a childish smile on her face and tears of joy running down her cheeks. He smiled and nodded pulling his wing over her once again.

"How have you been?"

"I've had a difficult transition after Ponyville, daddy."

Lightning Strike smiled at his daughter under his wings.

"Yes, I heard about that. The Princess told us what happened afterwards. How you disappeared, and what happened to your family."

The words caught Trixie's attention. She looked at her father with a mild look of shock. Not surprising that he knew, Trixie wasn't exactly subtle with her relationship with Spitfire, nor her family. She sighed as her father gave her a serious look that she recognized instantly.

"So, when do i get to meet this Spitfire lady?" Lighting asked sternly. "So we can have, the talk?"

Trixie groaned loudly like a pouty child and pushed her father [playfully. "Daddy! You're not going to harass my marefreind! She's a successful Wonderbolt, and loving mother, and-"

"Oh, I know who she is sweetie," Lighting said playfully nuzzling Trixie who huffed. "I want to meet her though. Just after things calmed down a bit."

"What exactly happened?" Trixie asked. "What happened to your company?"

"The clients pulled out, so did the investors. They all moved to Cloudsdale Weather Factory which has all the latest equipment and ponies to support it, plus three back up staff to keep it constantly rolling," Lighting explained. "The thing is, I didn't think it would happen so I never planned for this eventuality. My company tried to catch up, but when the investors went there was no chance. The company fell through. Now, Cloudsdale produces Equestria's clouds and weather phenomena, I sold most of the company to keep the mansion. I kept a few things and ponies, your mother insisted we move to a once tiny house and just start over. Wish I listened to her earlier."

Trixie felt her heart sink. Her parents, some of the most wealthy and powerful influential ponies in the world, reduced to nearly nothing because this. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew how this felt. To feel powerless and that nothing you do can salvage what was left.

"What are you going to do now, daddy?"

To her surprise, her father smiled and hugged her. He had a look of confidence that spoke to her in ways words couldn't.

"I have a friend who lives in Slateport, Igneous Pie-"

"Oh! Trixie knows them!"

"You do?"

For the next few minutes Trixie explained to her father what happened to her after she and Solarflare lost their memories and had to make a living on the Pie Family rock farm. It was rough, but they managed with the help of Maud Pie. Once she finished and they talked more about igneous, Lighting Strike told Trixie about his college days with Igneous. Apparently they had planned long ago to build their businesses into successful empires of industry. Lighting joked saying that they did spectacular.

Now, when Lighting's company fell through he sent word to his old friend Igneous about the company failing. Igneous was quick to respond telling him that he wanted to initiate their 'old agreement."

"What's this old agreement?" Trixie asked.

Lightning sat back in the chair and patted his belly, making Trixie giggle a bit. "Oh, that was an old, old agreement we made long ago to bring our businesses together. You see the ground at Slateport is old and dry. It needs irrigation, but if it gets too much it'll grow soft and all the stone minded there would be brittle. So it has to be regulated constantly. Igneous and I are planning on starting a extension to his family rock farm with me as the grounds manager for rock conservation."

Trixie nodded, listening to her father as he continued on.

"Basically, me and what's left of my company is moving to Slateport to be the resident weather team, of sorts.' he said wrapping his arm around Trixie's neck. "Together we will not only save what is left of my company with is help, and I'll dominate the market of Slateport since it's the one place Cloudsdale can't service."

"That's great daddy!" Trixie said hugging him. "Igneous and the pies are great ponies! You'll do great things there. Tell them I said, 'hi' when you get there?"

"Of course," He said smiling and wrapping his wings around Trixie again nuzzling her.

“Ugh, you always coddled her too much, my dear husband.”

Lightning Strike and Trixie both separated and turned to see Emerald Herald standing by the door with a few papers under her wing and a pen between her ear and head. She tapped her hoof on the ground glaring at Lighting Strike who withered under her intense glare.

Trixie shrunk too out of habit from her foal hood. Emerald Herald sighed rolling her eyes and walked to the two of them and sat next to Trixie. The blue mare was now between her mother and father looking between her stern glaring mother and her abashed looking father who refused to make eye contact with his wife.

The glare she gave him never ceased until finally Herald sighed and patted his shoulder. Trixie ducked as her mothers strong hoof swatted her father in the head making him bobble.

“What was that for dear?” he asked in an uneasy tone, rubbing his head.

“Do you have something you want to say to me?” Emerald Herald asked, tapping her hoof impatiently.

“I, for what?” Lighting Strike asked.

Both Trixie and Emerald Herald sighed and facehoofed at the same time.

“Daddy, who was the lovely maid mare you were with when Trixie came in?”

Lighting perked up at Trixie’s question.

“Oh, that was-” He paused realizing what he was being hinted at. “Ohhhhh… um, honey.”

Emerald Herald stuck her nose up and away, but kept an eye on her adulterous husband.

“I’m sorry I was, fooling around with one of the maids,” He said sounding ashamed of his action.

Emerald Herald snorted fluttering her wings, but allowed him to continue.

“I should be true to you and our marriage. I got in the mood and with everything that’s happened we haven’t had time for each other. So, I sought out one of the maids who, I am rather fond of,” Herald snorted again raising a iron fire poker with her wing aiming Trixie and Lighting Strike cringe. “B-but! I love you Emerald Herald! With all my heart! I promise from now on I won’t fool with anypony but you!”

With an awkward smile had opened his arms to Emerald Herald who glared at her husband. Trixie eyed the fire poker, fearing she might get it in the crossfire. Much to her relief, and Lighting Strikes, Emerald Herald put the fire poker down and instead gave her husband a stack of papers.

“What are these?”

Lighting Strike took the papers in hoof and looked them over. Emerald Herald sighed shaking her head again and took her glasses off. She pressed her hoof over the ridge of her nose choking back a sob as she strained her voice to say something. Trixie and her father strained their ears trying to make out what she was saying. Unable to Lighting Strike went around Trixie, and scooted her over so he could be with is wife. He leaned into her cheek kissing her only for her to squeak loudly and shudder at his touch.

He asked her again what she said, and again she whispered. Lightning Strike leaned closer and asked her again.

“Honey, what’s wrong? I know you’re upset, but we’ll get through this together. Like we always do,” he said as he pulled her closer with his wings.

Trixie watched as Emerald Herald pushed her husband away and stood up abruptly. Her mane fell over her eyes hiding them from the open world. Tears were now freely falling down her soft cheeks and she choked out a few sobs shaking from head to hoof.

Lighting Strike and Trixie both got up and tried to comfort her only to be pushed back by her powerful wings.

“I have had it Lightning Strike!” She scream ed at him turning on the stallion. “I tried very hard to be patient, but you kept sleeping with that, that.. Hussy of a maid we have! Oh, if I didn’t view her as family I would have thrown her out the second I caught wind of your little affair!”

“Now, honey please calm down-” Lighting strike tried to say, but his wife grabbed his neck and shook him in her death grip.

“I AM CALM YOU CHEATING BASTARD!!”

Suddenly Trixie pulled the two ponies apart with her magic. Lightning Strike was happy to be free from his furious wife's grasp, while she glared down at Trixie for her interference.

“Mother, that’s enough. Why are you two acting like this?” Trixie asked holding their hooves in her own. “Your family! For heaven's sake, you’re going to lose everything and all you can do is bicker? Daddy?”

Trixie looked at her father with a disappointed look in his eyes.

“You told Trixie to always stay true to the pony she loved. Well, Trixie found love, and she has remained true even after losing her memory. Why can’t you do that for mom?”

The stallion didn’t answer. Instead he looked down ashamed by his actions. Trixie words hurt him in ways he never thought possible. It was almost as bad as his wife telling him off. Almost. IN truth he really did love Emerald Herald, he just got desperate for a mares affections. Thinking on it he knew it was no excuse for what he did.

Trixie then turned to her mother who was looking rather uneasy for the first time in her life. For once she didn’t know what to do or what to expect.

“Mother,” Trixie started holding her mother chin with her hoof. “You were always so strong. You were there when I was hurt and helped Trixie become the strong independent mare she is today. Trixie loves you, and will always love you. You fell in love with dad, despite all his faults-”

HEY!”

Ignoring him Trixie continued. “-please give him another chance mother.”

At first it looked like Emerald Herald was going to ignore Trixie and leave. She took a step forward to the door, but stopped just shy of it. She let out a heavy tired sigh and looked back taking the papers from her husband and looked straight into his eyes, shaking the papers in front of his face.

“I’ll give you one last chance Lighting Strike,” Emerald Herald said. “I’ll hold on to these and if you prove you can remain true to me I won’t file these. For Trixie’s sake.”

With that Emerald Herald turned to leave. She opened the door to find Euphora standing there waiting patiently. The maid pony bowed and went with Herald to her study. Once there Emerald Herald gave the papers to Euphoria.

“Take these and file them please,” She asked the maid pony.

Euphoria bowed politely and went to a nearby file cabinet. She opened the files and opened a file labeled: Divorce Papers, and slipped the papers into it and closed it behind her.

Author's Note

Another chapter already!? What black sorcery is this?:pinkiegasp: I don't know, I'm just not being lazy for once waiting my life doing art and actually being a productive member of society, by writing fanfiction.

So, we know what happened to Lighting Strike's company now. And he and his wife are moving to Slateport. My headcannon for the name of a town that where the Pie family farm is. When I wrote the original the Pie Sisters weren't completely flushed out so their personalities were very different when the first Wonderbolt my Heart came out, sooooooo I will probably change them from what they were cause I like the cannon versions vs. what the fandom originally made for them.

So now what'll happen? And what has Spitfire been doing as of late? Totally not flicking off to girly mags. :raritywink:

Cloudbusting

Author's Note

Hey there everyone!

Sorry for the sudden short update, but I was having trouble writing this one. I had an Idea, but no matter what I did nothing sounded good. So after a few rewrites I decided before I make i t worse I'll post the chapter. Hopefully it's good enough to satisfy you all until the next one.

Wind Rider, bet most of you weren't expecting that. Huh?

Honestly he's a good antagonist. He was done very well for that in the episode he was in. Arrogant and so self entitled that he felt he was above the law. Even tried to break it too. And he would have gotten away with it if it weren't for Rarity. So, what's his stake in all this? And who is the blue unicorn mare in the balloon with Twilight and her friends? Find out next time!

Cloudbusting

*Wonderbolt Academy a few days later*

Spitfire was watching the skies from her position on the grounds as the cadets flew around a large mountain area. Each of the cadets was paired with another in teams of two, searching high and low for flags in a competition of teamwork, coordination, and trust, in your wingpony.

Spitfire was impressed this time with everyone in the sky. She had two groups she was particularly interested in. The first was Bulk and Cloudchaser. The two were one of the slower teams, but Cloudchaser never left her teammate Bulk behind. The kept in contact with each other, and they helped each other with their flight weaknesses.

For Bulk he was a slow agile flier. So, Cloudchaser would use her slipstream to help him move along quicker and helped him with his aerial maneuvers. He in turn helped her with the obstacle course using his huge body to protect her from some of the harsher obstacles, such as the mach turbines that blew powerful tornado speed winds at the cadets.

*They’re an ideal team.* Spitfire thought watching them with pride. They really did know how to work together to makeup for each others shortcomings. She then turned her attention to her other ace team, Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust.

*Those two; however, are something else.*

She watched in the sky as Lightning Dust made a crazy dive with Rainbow at her heels. Lighting erected her body like a pole, holding her legs at her sides and folding her wings in against her body as she dropped like a rock straight down into a narrow crevasse in the grounds. Rainbow Dash worriedly tried to imitate her partner and came out with a clipped wing. Spitfire was so fixated on Lighting Dust she failed to see how Rainbow clipped her wing as they approached.

Spitfire saw the flag in Lighting Dusts mouth. The lightning maned mare was standing tall and proud of her accomplishment. Rainbow Dash landed right behind Lighting Dust flexing her injured wing while Spitfire gave Lighting Dust a proud pat on the back.

“Nice work you two,” She said to them.

Lighting grinned and pushed her chest out with Pride. “Thank you ma’am.”

Spitfire nodded to Rainbow Dash who was hiding her injured wing as best as she could.

“You too, cadet. Keep on pushing and you two will become Wonderbolts yet,” Spitfire said.

Lightning Dust’s grin grew even wider after hearing that comment. Then like lightning itself Lighting Dust was back up in the air flying off in the distance with Rainbow limping behind her.

For the next hour the cadets continued to scour the grounds looking for any flags they had missed. Unbeknownst to them Spitfire had only place ten on the entire grounds and the tenth one wasn’t even hidden in plain view like the others. So, for over two more hours the cadets searched both high and low before any of them realized where Spitfire hid the last flag.

In all that time Spitfire kept on assessing the teams and individual ponies. Again only four really stood out this time around. Bulk, Cloud Chaser, Lightning and Rainbow. Each was determined to find the last flag. Bulk and Cloudchaser were trying to find just one to make it onto the next set of trials and not fall far behind. If Spitfire was honest they had more potential than Lightning Dust and Rainbow Dash.

Sure they were better fliers, but Bulk and Cloudchaser showed better teamwork. That alone made them far better Wonderbolt material than Lightning Dust and Rainbow Dash. Sure they worked well together, but they only saw themselves as two units working the same task, not a unit.

Spitfire, who had been doing this for years knew all too well what happened when you think a team is a bunch of ponies working on one or more tasks. It is both a hindrance to overall performance and it could be dangerous and or fatal.

Spitfire’s tail twitched as an familiar numbing ache made its rounds on her. Every time she went into heat this always came up. Where her ovaries had been removed and the scars of her encounter with a dragon in Ponyville left her crippled and almost killed her.

She remembered trying to play the hot shot hero so she could return home to Trixie with a tale to tell. She flew along the dragon's flank while her team blindsided it. The maneuver worked and the other Wonderbolts did indeed catch the dragon off guard. The beat his from the side and served several of his sharp spined off his back, but that was the limit of their success.

This ended up enraging him even more. His reprisal was swift and devastating. While distracting him, SPitfire had become separated from the main group and was singled out by the dragon. She remembered his dark green eyes full of greed and hate, as he swatted her with his massive claws. Spitfire cringed at the memory of his claws tearing away at her flesh and sending her pummeling to the ground.

That fight left scars on Spitfire, but none was more enduring than the emotional scarring she was left with. The injury had taken her ability to have foals of her own. Here was nothing that could have been done to help her regain this ability. True motherhood was lost to her forever, and yet she endured with Trixie by her side.

Looking up at the two groups of ponies, Lighting, Rainbow, Bulk, and Cloudchaser. Spitfire thought of all her cadets as her figurative children. After adopting Buttercup and Peanut she extended that view too many ponies in her life. Even old ones.

She remembered the time she use to spend with Fleetfoot as they grew up together. The times she had with Soarin, then Trixie, and now her very cadets she saw as family. She even got back into contact with her mother after a long period of not contacting her. Even her father was back in touch with her after almost three years.

Yet, in all that it was Buttercup and Peanut who filled the void in her heart after her loss. Now she looked up to her cadets, the future Wonderbolts, and was proud of everyone of them. Even if only a few would make it into the reserves she was still honored and privileged to call them her cadets.

As the final flag was found and the cadets were released to lunch she was looking forward to seeing the next and final event to determine who would make the cut before the final evaluations. It was cloudbusting.

Spitfire was happily waiting for the time to pass so she could oversee this last part of their training regiment, but sadly it wasn’t meant to be. A half hour later she got an urgent message from her XO saying to finish her paperwork ASAP. Her mood soured by this the Wonderbolt trudged back to her office after leaving the cadets under the groundskeeper ponies.

Back in her office she grunted with frustration as she did her paperwork. She hated not being able to watch and instruct her cadets. They were hers after all. They were her responsibility. She loved her cadets as them came, even if they failed, and never once has she ever turned her back on them.

*Knock! Knock!*

“Enter.”

Spitfire kept signing papers as the door to her office opened up and a taller light blue stallion came in. He wore an old worn flight jacket with a ivory scarf tied in a windsor knot around his neck. His eyes were old as easily indicated by his dark grey hair and the wrinkles over his face.

Spitfire got up and saluted the pony who saluted back as she sat back in her chair and continued to sign her papers.

“I heard the new batch of Wonderbolts are ready for their evaluations,” The stallion said in an almost mocking tone.

Spitfire sighed, and slumped in her chair rubbing her temples.

“What do you want Wind Rider?”

“That’s Major Wind Rider, Captain Spitfire,” Wind Rider snapped at the pony. “And I want to see the results of your evaluation once the cloud busting segment of the training is complete. Or are you too busy to evaluate your own cadets?”

Spitfire stopped signing. She felt anger swell up inside of her. Slowly she looked up at Wind Rider with a dangerous look in her eyes. Being her XO he was higher in the ranks and out ranked her by a significant margin, so she’d never call him outright, but she knew how to get her point across in a far less threatening way.

“I never don’t have time for my cadets evaluations. I have seen this group grow and prosper from the start to the finish-”

“Almost to the finished,” Wind Rider corrector her.

Spitfire’s eye twitched as the anger in her skyrocketed.

“Yes, almost,” She hissed at Wind Rider. “But, I won’t give my cadets evaluations to you. You don’t know them like I do. I spent time with each of them, and know who has made the cut and who didn’t.”

“Oh, please. You can’t be serious about that!”

“About what? That you unfairly give the best cadets false hope only to shoot them down with your own deranged version of an evaluation?”

Wind Rider narrowed his eyes at Spitfire dangerously.

“That’s a mighty bold claim you made there, Captain,” Wind Rider said to her in a cold tone.

Spitfire stood up and stepped around her desk to face Wind Rider up close and personal. She got to a hooves pace away from him and stared directly into his eyes. He didn’t flinch nor did Spitfire back down as they enter a mini staring contest.

Then Spitfire said to him, “I won’t allow you to evaluate my cadets. They’re my responsibility. Not yours.”

As the words left Spitfire’s mouth they couldn’t have felt more right than at that moment. She knew Wind Rider would grade the cadets on an unfair curve. She knew she'd done her cadets justice by preventing this. But as if the fates were conspiring against her one of the ground ponies came into her office abruptly with a panicked look on his face and panting.

“Captain! Sorry to barge in ma’am!” The pony said through heavy breaths.

Spitfire pushed past Wind Rider and patted the sweating pony on the back.

“What happened?” She asked the pony.

The pony shook his head and looked back at Spitfire.

“There was an incident ma’am. Two of the cadets created a tornado for the cloud busting portion of the trials. They, lost control of it and the tornado went wild,” The stallion said shaking his head.

Spitfire patted his back.

“Was anyone hurt?”

“Yes ma’am, also six civilians nearly lost their lives today as a result.”

Spitfire felt her heart sink. Six ponies almost died? By two of her cadets? This Was not only unacceptable it was downright shocking to her. She ran a tight ship and no one had ever used a tornado for cloud busting before. She wondered who these ponies were that almost died, the grounds pony said no one was hurt so they dodged a bullet with that one.

Feeling slightly more relaxed she took the stallion to her desk and offered him a seat. He took the seat with a kind smile and thankful nod to Spitfire. She then sat herself on the ground next to him as Wind Rider leaned against the door.

“What happened?” Spitfire asked.

“Well, ma’am,” The stallion started with a stautted. “Like I said we were doing the cloudbusting drill when Rainbow Dash and her lead Lighting Dust suddenly created a tornado to finish the job in a timely manner. They lost control and the tornado went wild and straight into a balloon that was coming up with six ponies. They would have died had a few other cadets not caught them in time.”

“I’m glad noone was killed, but who was injured and who were the ponies who came up in the balloon?” Spitfire asked him.

The stallion gave a worried look to Spitfire. He looked like he was trying to decide between running or trying to make it to the window nearby. Spitfire noticed his evasive behavior and held him down on the chair firmly. She looked him square in the eyes which prompted him to stop and look back at her undistracted.

“Who were the ponies who were almost killed?” She asked again.

“T-they were the Elements of Harmony ma’am.”

Spitfire again felt her heart twinkle as a feeling of dread overcame her. She knew the Element’s of Harmony well. Rather, she knew them well enough. Once at the Grand galloping Gala they all made quite a lasting impression on her, but Spitfire liked them. They were unique. There was Fluttershy the animal lover. Rarity the unicorn and fashion mare of Ponyville and soon Canterlot. Applejack, one of the heads of Sweet Apple Acres. Pinkie Pie, who was Pinkie Pie. Spitfire didn’t even try to understand that one. Then of course Rainbow Dash one of her cadets.

Then in the back of her mind something clicked. She counted in her head how many ponies there were in the Element’s of Harmony. Six in total, but if Rainbow Dash was one and she was here at the Academy, then who was the sixth pony in the balloon with the rest of the Elements of Harmony? It perplexed the mare until her confused look got her a weary look from the grounds pony who looked like he was about to pass out.

“Who was the last pony?” She asked the grounds pony.

As if what happened wasn’t enough his next words struck Spitfire so hard it nearly toppled her over.

“The last pony was a unicorn mare, one I've never seen before.”

Spitfire tried to stand, but she felt the energy quickly slipping away as she leaned towards the pony with a scared look on her face.

"What did she look like?"

"Light blue, white mane and tail and a star cutie mark of some sort, I think."

Mother's Day Special

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.

Repercussions and Chains

Duty to the team.

A fundamental principal in the Wonderbolts. A leader was responsible for her or his team without question. The leader is responsible for the actions and conduct of all her or his subordinates.

Spitfire had to deal with such a situation now. After she learned that there was an unscheduled balloon that entered Wonderbolt Academy space she was furious at first. Then she learned that Trixie was on that balloon with the Elements of Harmony and she ran to the field and was relieved to find no one was hurt.

She then ignored all protocol and hugged her mate on the field. After which they retreated to her office where Trixie sat across from her waiting while she tried to sort out what was going to happen in light of this breach of security. At that moment she was making a written report and was waiting for the first recruit involved to come and give her view of what happened.

In the meantime Trixie was filling her mate in on what she’d been up to the last few days. Her parents, the mansion being repossessed, everything.

“Wow that sounds like a lot to take in. I’m sorry, hon,” Spitfire said looking up from her document. “Do they want to come live with us?”

“Trixie asked them if they’d come to live with us, but mother refused.”

Spitfire smiled nodding. “Sounds like someone else I know personally.”

Trixie puffed her cheeks at Spitfire's jab at her. In her signature manner the unicorn turned her head away in mock anger and crossed her arms and legs. Her attempts to give Spitfire the cold shoulder only made the pegasus smirk.

Getting off from her seat Spitfire walked over to Trixie and nuzzled her cheek with her nose. The wet cold feeling of the pegasus mare's nose made Trixie mane stand on end. She hated that wet cold feeling on her cheek. The only thing worse was when Spitfire licked her. Trixie hated being licked.

*Sliiiiirp*

With as much noise as possible Spitfire ran a slobbery tongue over Trixie’s cheek making her squeal and wriggle away from her and then earned Spitfire a swat to the head by a strong hoof. With a chuckle Spitfire offered Trixie a cloth to dry herself. Trixie took the cloth with a huff and wiped herself dry and threw it in the trash can by her mate’s desk. Spitfire then sat on Trixie’s lap and wrapped her arms around her neck, nuzzling Trixie Affectionately.

“I missed you, hon.”

“It’s not like Trixie missed you or anything, but it’s good to see you too,” Trixie said in an uncaring tone.

“Love you too, hon,” Spitfire cooed lovingly into Trixie’s ear.

She gave Trixie a little nibble on the rim of her ears enticing her mate and exciting her deprived body. Both mares felt a spark of passion erupting inside of them as they jockeyed for position on the chair. They needed each other now more than ever, but a loud knock stopped them from advancing beyond their first kiss.

“Ugh,” Spitfire groaned. “What?!”
Ma’am the cadets are here to see you,” A voice said from the other side of the door.

Getting up Spitfire adjusted her tie to her officer uniform and went back to her seat. Sitting down, the chair creaked under her weight and Trixie snickered, “Fatty”.

Spitfire glared at Trixie silencing her.

“Send them in!”

After the order was given the door to Spitfire’s office opened up and in came two mares that Trixie was very familiar with. One teal green pegasus looked at her and recognized her after a moment of recollection. Lightning Dust and Trixie’s eyes met and instantly they recognized each other from the restaurant a while back.

Then Trixie’s attention went to the other. Her face scowled at the familiar blue pegasus with a rainbow mane. A heckler she called her and humiliated her in response. Trixie glared back at the mare as the two pegasus cadets turned their attention to Spitfire, saluting her as they stood in front of her desk.

“At ease cadets,” Spitfire said.

Before Rainbow or Lighting could say anything Spitfire raised her left wing to keep them quiet while she wrote something down. Not looking up she stopped writing and spoke.

“Lightning Dust, please step outside. Trixie can you go with her?” Spitfire asked.

Trixie nodded and got up to follow the teal green pegasus outside. As they exited the famous Wind Rider strut pass them and entered without even asking for permission. This startled everyone except Spitfire who seemed unusually calm. Had anyone else done this she wouldn’t have hesitated to jump down their throats for it, but Wind Rider was a higher ranking officer. Spitfire knew her place in the food chain, and that put her under Wind Rider.

“Wind Rider, sir.”

Spitfire nodded to him as he sat down in the chair where Trixie had previously occupied. Rainbow and Lightning did their best to hide their obvious excitement seeing him, but Spitfire’s trained eye could see right through them. Keeping her own composure, but for different reasons Spitfire turned her attention to Rainbow Dash.

“Alright cadet, what the heck happened out there? Why did you and Lighting Dust create a tornado for cloud busting of all things? Seems a bit excessive.”

That much was true. Cloud busting never called for a tornado even on compressed time schedules. It was deemed too hazardous for such a menial task. Tornados were reserved for cleaning messes from floods, natural hurricanes, and seasonal cleanups such as Winter Wrap Up, just not in Ponyville.

Rainbow for her part looked unusually calm. Even to Spitfire it seemed a bit jarring how calm the mare was despite how much trouble she could possibly be in.

“Well ma’am, it was a team effort. Lighting and I decided it would be best to clear the clouds out as fast as possible. To do that we coordinated and worked together to bust up as many clouds as possible, while taking a few that the other teams were trying to get to so they’d have to fly longer without losing ground ourselves,” Rainbow explained.

Spitfire raised her brow. She wasn’t seeing the connection, and Rainbow Dash seemed to sense this.

“We later decided that it was a good idea to create a tornado, together,” She said with great emphasis on the last word. “We did it together. Then we, lost control. I know it was reckless and Lighting-”

“I asked for what happened cadet. I didn't ask you to speak on behalf of your lead pony. She’s a big girl she can speak for herself when she gets the chance.”

Rainbow snapped to attention when Spitfire snapped at her. Spitfire nodded in satisfaction taking several notes down. Placing her pen door she looked at Rainbow Dash with a fierce look in her eyes, it made the rainbow maned mare sweat.

“Anything else you’d like to add cadet?” Spitfire asked.

“N-no ma’am.”

Good. Go outside and wait for me to call you back. Send lighting Dust in while you’re on your way out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rainbow Dash said, walking out, but not before giving one last glare at Trixie.

The unicorn mare stuck her tongue out at her as the pegasus passed by. Wind Rider smirked at the exchange, but Spitfire missed it going back to her notes.

Outside the room Lighting Dust was waiting patiently, but filled with anxiety. As rainbow Dash emerged from the room Lighting steeled herself and her resolve. She made a decision while waiting for her turn to get sent in. *How odd*, She thought. *I feel like I’m going to the dean's office at flight school or something.*

“Hey, Dusty. Boss wants to see you now.”

“Thanks Rainbow,” Lighting said, walking to her wing ponies side. “Listen, no matter what happens we’re still friends right?”

Rainbow looked at Lightning Dust and smiled at her. “Of course we are. Sure, you almost killed my friends, but I know you aren’t some sicko. I know you didn’t mean things like you said. You were trying to save face.”

“You knew that?” Lighting asked, genuinely surprised.

“Heck ya! I was just like that once. I know what it’s like. Don’t worry, Dusty,” Rainbow said, as she placed her left wing over Lightning’s back and hugged her. “You’re still my friend. Just as long as you promise to apologize after this.”

“Deal!”

With their pact made Lighting exchanged wing clap with Rainbow before walking into Spitfire’s office. Entering she felt immediately like she was in trial for murder or something, which was a very close possibility. Had the other pegasi of her class not been waiting by, Lighting potentially could have had 6 casualties under her belt. That, and a one way ticket to a dungeon or prison somewhere.

Spitfire was still behind her desk, Trixie was now more at her side, and Wind Rider was off to the side with a very judgmental look on his mug. Lightning walked up to Spitfire’s desk and saluted her. Spitfire saluted back and said, “Alright cadet Lighting Dust, I got a record account of what happened from Cadet Rainbow Dash. Now, i want you to tell me in your own words what happened.”

Lighting felt her heart beginning to race. She tried to control her breathing, but felt her anxiety reaching its peak. She knew what the right thing to do was, but she was having a hard time accepting what she had to do next. For both ehr and Rainbow Dash’s sakes.

“I uh, that is Rainbow Dash and I were out flying the cloud busting portion of our flight training exercises,” She watched Spitfire write something down. “And we were in quite the lead from the others.”

Spitfire looked down and read a note then asked, “It says here in Rainbow's Statement that you were trying to coordinate with each other while throwing the other teams off by busting their clouds too. Is that correct cadet?”

“Yes, ma’am. I know it wasn’t very sporting of us, but I saws it as a competition so I instructed Rainbow Dash to do as such.”

She saw Spitfire frown and write something down,. She felt her heart skip as Spitfire wrote this note on Rainbow Dash’s sheet and made a quick amendment to her statement, “She really is the best wingpony anyone could ask for. Loyal and dependable. She’s a great asset ma’am.”

“I see.” Spitfire made another note. “Continue.

“Well, after a while when we had a huge lead on the others, I decided to use a tornado to finish everything else so Dash and I could get the top spot without any worries.”

“Why?” Spitfire asked.

“Because I… I didn't think straight,” Lighting admitted slumping her wings. “I made a call at that moment and Rainbow was dragged down with me ma’am. I lost control of the tornado and Rainbow couldn’t maintain it herself. We lost control and the tornado went wild. The rest is history.”

“I’d still like to hear it, cadet,” Spitfire said, glancing over at Trixie.

Lighting bit her bottom lip and chewed it as she collected her thoughts. After a minute thinking Spitfire was about to speak when Lightning decided to unleash her tongue finally.

“Ma’am, I< after we lost the tornado a balloon came up from the clouds and the tornado, on top of all the destruction it caused, stuck the balloon and nearly sent six ponies to their…”

Lightning couldn’t get the last few words out. She choked back a sob and wiped her eyes with her wings to prevent tears from falling. She didn’t want to appear pathetic in front of her idol, nor Trixie, or Wind Rider.

“I played it off like nothing bad happened cause, i was scared. Scared of what was to come. So I may have come off as a bit selfish on that account,” She then looked over to Trixie. “I’m sorry I almost killed you. You were one of my favorite customers.”

Wind rider tilted his head wondering what the younger mare meant by it, but Trixie and Spitfire remembered clearly. That night many months ago at the Molnija Cloud '& Barbecue. It was a special night for them and they remembered the wonderful service Lighting gave them. Unfortunately for Spitfire she had to play the mean old lady officer right now.

“Alright Lighting Dust. I have good news and bad news for you,” The mare said looking over the notes she took. “Good news is there will be no charges against either you or Rainbow Dash.”

“Whew.” Lightning Dust wiped her brow.

“However,” Lighting tensed up at Spitfire’s tone. “I will be making a formal reprimand on the both of you and neither of you will continue on to the next portion of the cadets training. I’m very disappointed in both of you.”

“But ma’am you can’t!” Lighting Dust all but screamed. “Rainbow did nothing wrong! It was all me!”

Spitfire stopped and looked at the pegasus. Trixie tried not to say anything, it wasn’t her place, but Wind Rider felt the need to talk, and so he did.

“Well, I don’t see how that matters. She followed a reckless order, that’s against Academy Ground Rules of conduct, and she was part of a stunt that nearly killed several important ponies and this lady,” he said, rudely gesturing to Trixie making the unicorn in the room scoffed indignantly. “It’s clear that you are both reckless and should be barred from the Academy forever, and you should face criminal charges!”

As the words left Wind Riders mouth Spitfire jumped up from her seat, and flared her wings at Wind Rider. She was now between him and Lightning dust who he’d come dangerously close to and was staring him down.

“That’s not your call to make, Wind Rider!” Spitfire snapped at the Wonderbolt stallion. “That’s my call, and I said there will be no charges brought against them.”

Spitfire sat down in her seat taking a calming breath. It wasn’t often she lost her temper to a fellow officer, but it happened often enough that others learned to give her a wide berth in most cases. Wind Rider however; loves pushing the boundaries all the time with her.

“Lighting Dust, as I just said there will be no charges, but Wind Rider is right. I can’t just let this go as is. You and Rainbow Dash will face a formal inquiry and will be barred from the Wonderbolts for a severe lack of judgment on both your parts. Anything else you want to add?”

This was it. The moment of truth and Lighting Dust knew it. She knew what she had to do. It wasn’t fair that Rainbow Dash had to suffer for her own short sightedness. As a manager in training for her parent’s restaurant she knew better than to let someone else take blame for your own faults and mistakes. A lesson she learned the hard way.

Now she had a chance to make things right. She knew it was her fault that the tornado lost control, and it was her responsibility to ensure her wing ponies safety. Something she didn’t do before. She knew she was going to do her family, and her friend right.

“Yes, ma’am. I want to take sole responsibility for this incident.”

This was it. The moment of truth.

Spitfire narrowed her eyes at Lightning Dust, while Trixie looked shocked, but wind Rider smirked with satisfaction.

“It wasn’t her fault. As lead pony I’m responsible for her conduct under me. Please, don’t blame Rainbow for what I ordered her to do ma’am,” Lightning pleaded.

Trixie could only stare at Lightning Dust as she made her plea. The teal pegasus then lowered her posture to a low bow to Spitfire as if addressing the Princesses themselves. Spitfire for her part looked conflicted, it was well hidden that most ponies wouldn’t notice, but Trixie knew her well enough to see the subtle indicators. Left ear twitch, a tail flick, followed by her ruffling her wings slightly at her sides.

Not only that, but it was a good sign that what Lightning said had a significant impact on Spitfire. She very well might take what Lightning said into account. Spitfire in the meantime sat at her desk deep in thought. She couldn’t just do nothing, not with Wind Rider knowing what happened. He’d never let this go on his own. So she had to take things into her own hooves. That meant someone had to be blamed, so Spitfire gave it some long thought. Then after five minutes she closed her eyes and rested her chin on her clasped hooves.

She rested her elbows on her desk and sat there in the quiet thinking. She couldn’t think of a way out of this without throwing one of her cadets to the wolves. One the one hand Lightning was right she was responsible before Rainbow under her wing, and Rainbow was just a cadet wingpony so she shouldn’t have to shoulder the responsibility. Then again they were her cadets so she was responsible for them, which meant...

“Cadet Dash front center!” She yelled, standing up to bellow at the door.

In a flash Rainbow Dash was in the room next to Lighting. Her sudden entry startle everyone there with exception to Spitfire, who was expecting it. The rainbow maned mare saluted.

“Ma’am!”

“I have something to tell you two.”

Author's Note

Alrighty! Sorry for being late again everyone!

So let's jumped head first into this thing! So Spitfire clearly has a plan, but what is it? Is it really as simple as she makes it out to be? We'll find out soon in the next installment!

Resign

Author's Note

This is the turning point my friends!

After a long hiatus the chapter is finally out. And I have to say sorry for two reasons. 1. This is basically a filler chapter I spewed out after trying to make something for months. 2. That first point being what it is, this chapter was made just to advance the plot. I tried to make it good but it felt sub-par to what I usually do.

So, I promise things will get better from here on out, I just had to get over this last hurdle. Those of you who stayed with me so far, I thank you for you patience and ask you to be patient a little longer as I trudge through this chapter. Still hope you enjoy!

PS>>> I hate Wind Rider.

Resign

Today was a sad day for Rainbow Dash.

Today was not a day she was looking forward too, but she had to. The blue pegasus was in the locker room with her wing pony Lightning Dust at her side. They were getting their cadet uniforms on to meet in the main training grounds.

Rainbow had finished slipping her flight suit on and closed her locker. She glanced at Lightning Dust who looked just as sad as she felt. The teal mare had bags under her eyes and bloodshot eyes. She didn’t sleep well last night after they heard the news.

Once suited up the sluggishly flew towards the airfield where every cadet and current Wonderbolt was gathered. Among the flight suits there was one pegasus donning her signature blue officer coat. Her ribbons and medals all gathered neatly and measured to the millimeter dangled proudly over her chest. A single metal whistle also hung around her neck with a pair of aviators between the tread. Her yellow fur and fire orange mane were clean and shining in the sunlight.

Rainbow and Lightning Dust settled near their class as they watched Spitfire, standing tall and proud, took a step forward seeing everyone was present.

“Good morning,” She said in her usual gruff voice. “As you may or may not have heard, there’s been a rumor going about the Academy about my resignation from the wonderbolts. Well, it’s all true.”

Murmurs from the cadets and staff filled the area. Off to the side of his fellow Wonderbolts Wind Rider smirked. Spitfire walked along the edge of the cadets looking at each of them as she spoke her next words.

“Some of you know me very well, but some of you won’t have the honor of knowing me. Regardless of that, I leave you in the good hooves of one of the Wonderbolts finest ponies,” Spitfire trailed off for dramatic effect.

Every cadet went tense. Who could possibly replace Captain Spitfire as head of the Wonderbolts? There were a few candidates with Wind Rider being the most likely in the line of succession. Even Wind Rider himself was sure he’d be the one chosen. After all he was the most talented flier on the team, according to him.

Spitfire raised one wing to silence the chatter. “I have taken time to consider my options in who I chose to lead the WOnderbolts after I’m gone. After a thorough review there was only one option I could see fit. Fleetfoot! Front center!”

To everyone’s surprise Fleetfoot being called wasn’t the last choice many would have made, but she wasn’t the first either. As the teal mare walked nervously forward Spitfire reached into her chest pocket and pulled out a tiny black box and held it in her hooves as she sat on her haunches.

“Fleetfoot, you have been by my side since we were fillies. You always have my back and the teams back,” She then gestured to Soarin, who puffed his chest out. “Soarin is my second in Command, and he’s kept me on course, true, and steady. Now, he’s your second in command, and I know he’ll keep you on course throughout your career. Congratulations, Captain Fleetfoot.”

With the words spoken Spitfire opened the small box revealing a golden medal with the Wonderbolt insignia on it. She placed the medal on Fleetfoot's chest and stepped back to salute her. Fleetfoot for her part was in total shock, but managed a salute, albeit sloppy, before Spitfire turned about face and walked away from the shocked crowd.

“Have fun, Fleet!” She casually called back walking next to Trixie who was off to the side of the groups.

Trixie followed SPitfire preparing to leave the Academy grounds as quickly as possible. Trixie had to quicken her pace to keep up with her lover, who was just short of galloping with how fast her pace was.

“What’s wrong Spitz?” Trixie asked.

“Nothing. I just want to get out of here before-” The mare never finished her sentence as Wind Rider came flying over them and landed, cutting them off.

“Spitfire! I must protest this change in command!” He said loudly stomping his hoof on the ground. “Fleetfoot can’t run the Wonderbolts!”

Trixie was about to tell the arrogant stallion off, but several pegasi joined with them, including, Fleetfoot, Soarin, Flare, Rainbow, Lighting and a few others.

“Hey! You leave Fleetfoot alone Wind Rider!” Soarin yelled at the stallion.

“Yeah, she’ll be a great Captain!” Rainbow Dash added.

“I can’t believe this!”Wind Rider said with a low tone. “She has no leadership experience, she isn’t an experienced lead pony, and on top of all that she has zero leadership experience!”

To everyone's surprise it wasn’t Spitfire who answered Wind Riders accusations, nor was it rainbow, or even Soarin, but Trixie. Trixie stood between Fleetfoot and the encroaching Winter Rider with a defiant look on her face. Frowning at him, and receiving a scowl in return, Trixie pushed the older stallion away from Fleetfoot with a grunt. He was stronger than his old looks suggest.

“You leave her alone you old coot!” Trixie scolded him like a parent to her child. “She’s far more qualified to lead the Wonderbolts than some overly eager, egotistical, and completely narcissistic jackass like you!”

Everyone ‘oohed’ at Trixie’s comment to Wind Rider. Fleetfoot and Spitfire were amazed she stood up for the teal mare, especially against Wind Rider, but they were all thinking the same thing.

Wind Rider chuckled, “Funny coming from a monster like you.”

With that the stallion made a hasty retreat leaving the group alone. Trixie Then turned to Fleetfoot and patted her back gently.

“Are you alright, Fleet?” Trixie asked softly.

“Yeah, um. Thanks Trixie. I, never expected you to do this for me.”

Soarin laughed placing a wing over Trixie’s back and hugging her. “That’s Trixie for you! Always looking out for those she cares about! Right, Spitfire?”

The yellow pegasus in question nodded in agreement. She placed a wing over Trixie and Soarin’s wing pulling the unicorn free from the pegasus stallions grip.

“Wow, Trix, that was the most sweet thing I’ve heard you say to Fleetfoot ever! I’m proud of you,” Spitfire said pressing her nose against Trixies.

The azure mare pushed back scrunching her nose with a giggle that made everyone else shuffle away from the intimate act. Not that any of them felt the act disgusting, but it was still socially awkward to show affection in public.

Then from the side Rainbow approached her with a stern glare. Spitfire fluttered her wing and gave Rainbow a piercing glare of her own, warning her not to cross a line. The message was received loud and clear, and Rainbow nodded to her former XO to show it.

“Trixie?” Rainbow asked getting the unicorns attention.

Trixie Turned to face Rainbow head on.

“What?” She asked curtly.

“Trixie.” Spitfire said in a warning tone.

“No, it’s fine ma’am,” Rainbow raised a wing to stop Spitfire. “I just wanted to say sorry about what happened in Ponyville. The whole, you know, ursa thing.”

“It’s fine I guess.”

“Cool, um, yeah so I’m gonna get going and talk to my friends,” Rainbow said gesturing for Lightning to follow. “The girls want you to come by Ponyville next chance you get. We got an apology gift for you.”

“A apology gift?”

“Yeup! So let us know when you can come by okay?” Rainbow said with a bit more enthusiasm. “Anyways, we gotta get back to drills. See ya later! Later Spitfire!”

With that Rainbow and Lightning Dust left heading back to join with the rest of the cadets for their training. Lightning Dust looked back once before following rainbow at full speed. After a few more exchanged words the rest of the Wonderbolts and cadets left Trixie and Spitfire alone to leave the grounds.

The two lovers got into a new balloon and took it all the way back to Manehattan. The flight took over two hours in which the two lovers simply basked in the presence of each other. They pressed their flanks against each other wrapping their tails together.

They missed the close intimate contact of each others body. The warmth and fuzzy feeling of having one's loved one beside them, whispering they loved you to each other. Tonight when they returned home they promised to spend the entire night together and then the next morning they’d spend the whole day with the kids and Link. As they descended towards Manehatten Trixie felt on edge about telling Spitfire about her family.

She decided to hold off for the next few days on that subject. Once they landed Spitfire carried Trixie bridal style all the way back home. Once back home the two proceeded to make a night of passionate love the like so f which they never had before that lasted long into the night.

Meet the Family Part 1 (NSFW)

Spitfire and Trixie rested snuggled up against each other in bed. After being separated from one another for so long they were happy to finally be back together. Last nights makeup sex help relieve their built up tensions, and of course Spitfire’s fantasies subsided, for now. A strong beam of light broke through a crack in the curtains and struck Spitfire in the face. The yellow mare groaned scooting closer to Trixie to escape the foul light only to have it back in her face minutes later. With a grunt and mumble she got out of bed tugged the curtains shut preventing any light from coming through.

Having vanquished the vile light of day the former Wonderbolt went back to bed and lazily slipped under the covers and snuggled right behind Trixie. Spitfire rested her chin on the top of Trixie’s head, taking care not to be anywhere near her horn in case something startled the unicorn. Spitfire wasn’t looking forward to getting a horn in the eye.

Spitfire couldn’t help but smell Trixie’s mane. The sweet scent she gave off always made Spitfire’s wings stiffen and made her heart race. Even now her wings were hard as rocks and threatened to flare out had she not had numerous amounts of practice holding back because of Trixie's teasing.

Spitfire decided to roll on her tummy and mounted over Trixie allowing her wings to flare up and throb. Trixie felt the bed shift. Her eyes fluttered open when she noticed on large well toned leg in front of her. She rolled over to follow it up and found Spitfire over her with the biggest wingboner she’d ever seen. Trixie gave her mate a playful grin and stroked Spitfire’s leg up to her fluffy chest earning a moan of satisfaction from her mate.

“Well, good morning tall bright and beautiful,” Trixie greeted her in a sultry tone. “Trying to ride Trixie while she was asleep? Oh, for shame Spitfire. Was last night truly that unsatisfying for you?” Trixie added in a mock pained and hurt tone.

Spitfire rolled her eyes at Trixie’s terrible acting, but she couldn't help but crack a smile at her blue mate as she continued on.

“-are you so deprived of Trixie that you must perform such unsavory acts upon her sweet, virgin body-”

“Okay, now you’re so full of it.”

Trixie paused wide eyed and then glared at her mate once she process what was said. Blushing she covered herself with the covered and crossed her legs beneath them.

“A-and w-what's that supposed to mean?! Trixie is an innocent-”

“Trixie you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Yes, Trixie is!”

“No you’re not.”

Trixie huffed crossing her arms and throwing herself childishly into the pillow. “First off, it doesn’t count if you take it in th ebutt. Second, fake magic cock doesn’t count either. Trixie retains her innocence even if you don’t wish to admit it!”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Spitfire said sarcastically as she rubbed her nethers against Trixie’s plump rump.

“Oh? Playful so early in the morning are we?”

Trixie turned over and wrapped her legs around Spitfire’s waist and neck. She gently pulled the mar ein so their noses touched, and gently rubbed together. Both mares smiled feeling so close to each other, it was a blessing to them and one they dearly missed. The wet sensation of their noses sent shivers down their spines, covet by the warmth of their bodies embrace setup for a wonderful thrill of sensuality they so desired, but they wanted more. They needed a physical sensation too, and their bodies were heated up, primed with the instinctual desires to mate and feel the other. A deep lustful desire of depravity that needed to be quenched.

Without so much as a word they knew what the other wanted. Trixie scooted up leaning her back against the headboard of the bed and braced herself as Spitfire repositioned herself to slip her hips between Trixie’s. Both mares bodies tensed up as their bare pussys touched for the first time in what felt like ages. Their bodies burned with passion and anticipation leaving them fully eager to get to the climax of their love making which forced them to skip the foreplay and go straight to the main event.

Spitfire held Trixie’s left leg against her chest pulling it against herself to get better leverage over Trixie who wasn’t making any attempt to resist. She wanted this badly as did Spitfire, and neither was willing to trade this moment for anything in the world. Spitfire gave Trixie a gentle kiss to her inner thigh of her leg and nuzzled the spot she licked. Her wet nose touching the wet spot in Trixie’s leg made the unicorn shiver and groan, and eagerly tried to hump against Spitfire’s soft labia.

Their bodies touched and thus it began, the searing sensation in both their loins. Their cheeks heating up with their bodies as they groped and rubbed passionately against each others crotches. Trixie bit her lower lip, and arched her back to push her head into the pillows, as Spitfire grabbed Trixie’s leg with both arms bear hugging it against her body. With each thrust Spitfire made followed a small soft grunt, and compliemnted by Trixie’s loud yelps of euphoria as their clits rubbed furiously together.

This was what they waited for for so long, and for the two mares it was a glorious moment. Spitfire clenched her teeth picking up her pace, thrashing her hips wildly into Trixie as she felt a strong pressure build up inside her. Stopping for but a moment to reposition herself, Spitfire ravaged Trixie in what she called “the million mile stretch” as she thrust her pussy against Trixie’s. Trixie feeling her own climax reaching its peak wrapped her legs as best she could around Spitfire hoping to keep their bodies from separating even for as second thrusting back into Spitfire in synch with her own thrusting. The sounds of their wet sloppy labia smothering together resonated with their own moans into a perfectly synched play of passion and lust as they continued to reach ever closer to their ultimate climax.

Trixie panted, trying hard not to scream out loud, Spitfire wasn’t even trying. The pegasus grunted, groaned, and cried out occasionally unwilling to spare a moment from her lover. She looked down at Trixie who was blushing beet red trying to cover her face with one arm, but peeked over her arm enough to meet her lover's eyes.

“OH!♥♥ Sp-spitfire! ❤Oh! Please don’t look at Trixie!” The unicorn cried out, averting her gaze. “It’s embarrassing!”

“Oh, Trixie! Don’t be embarrassed,” Spitfire said, licking Trixie’s leg again. “We’re both mares after all!”

Trixie Glared up at Spitfire with “shhh!” “Be quiet! Someone might hear you!” Trixie hissed at her mate in a whispered tone.

Spitfire ignored the warning and continued and started to nibble at Trixie’s thigh. Trixie moaned going crosseyed. She was about to burst! Quickly Trixie grabbed the pillow with her magic and covered her face. She managed just in time to cover her mouth as her pussy spazzed and she began to cum with Spitfire, and screamed into her pillow. Her eyes roleld back into her head as her legs twitched and Spitfire leaned back screaming loudly as she too came releasing her mare juices all over Trixie’s crotch.

Spitfire’s wings flex and her legs twitched, and for several seconds she remained motionless over Trixie before falling onto her side next to Trixie. Both mares painted, their bodies damp with sweat covered fur. The overwhelming smell of their sex filled the room so they could even smell it. Trixie sighed several times while panting, and gave Spitfire a genuine smile.

Leaning into Spitfire she kissed the mare on the lips and held her head in her blue hooves. Spitfire imitated Trixie’s motions kissing her back and closing her eyes. They broke away still panting, but spitfire slid her arms to Trixie’s hips and pulled the small ermare closer to herself until their chests were touching, and then wrapped her wings around Trixie only keeping their noses an inch apart at best.

Smiling to her mate, Spitfire spoke softly to Trixie stroking a lock of her mane from her face. “I love you, hon.”

“Trixie loves you too.”

The two mares were about to kiss again when the curtains suddenly flew open and released a torrent of eye burning sunlight from the outside. Trixie hissed like a vampire taking cover under the blankets despite the hot spot they were, and Spitfire fell forward to try and close the curtains. When she did she ran head first into something both hard, soft, and fluffy.

Spitfire mumbled as she rubbed her face into the softy fluffy thing. She touched it with her hooves rubbing the surface of it over and over. It took her a moment before she realized what she was rubbing against was fur. Really soft and well kept fur too! It was silky smooth but had a aged smell to it. She sniffed it as a familiar scent filled her nose. It was similar to Trixie’s smell,but different at the same time. She was about to sniff it again when she heard a loud scream then the fur moved away and she felt a strong strike to the back of her head that made the world spin.

“Unhand me you ruffian!”

In her daze Spitfire groaned holding her sore noggin as she fell to the floor. She heard Trixie groan loudly from behind her.

“Mother… Why are you in here? Can’t you knock at least?”

Spitfire finally coming to her senses looked up to see a familiar pegasus mare in fine clothing standing above her. She was massively tall and had a cold stern glare that made Spitfire’s skin crawl and her fur stand on end.

“Hi, ma’am. I’m Spitfire. Former Captain of the WOnderbolts.” Spitfire stood up and offered her hoof to the mare Trixie called mother, and waited. The mare glanced down at her hoof then back to meet her eyes, thus leaving Spitfire hanging in a awkward manner.

Spitfire put her hoof down and rubbed her mane back.

“Sooooo, um, Trixie’s told me a lot about you,” Spitfire said to the mare. “Uh, but I’m afraid I never caught the name.”

The mare rolled her eyes and sighing.

“Of course she didn’t. It figures.”

Trixie groaned again. “Ugh, here we go again.” She muttered under her breath.

“Ignoring my daughters rudeness, I am Matriarch Emerald Herald. It’s a pleasure to meet you Spitfire. Ugh, please excuse me this room reeks.”

Emerald Herald turned to open the windows with her wings. A cool breath of fresh air rushed through forcing out some of the horrid musky sex smell in the room, much to Emerald Herald's relief. The matriarch stuck her head out slightly and inhaled a fresh breath of air filling her lungs. She held it for five counts and exhaled replacing her cold glare with a slightly softer expression then turning to face the two mares before her.

“I should let you know, miss Spitfire, that my daughter has graciously invited my husband and I to your lovely home-”

“Oh, did she now?” Spitfire turned to glare at Trixie, who looked away whistling innocently.

“-indeed she did. Regardless of this, we will only take up residence for a short period until we can relocate to our new home. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience.”

With her apology, Emerald Herald bowed politely to the pegasus. Spitfire blushed rubbing her head, and chuckling nervously.

“N-no worries ma’am! Heh heh… I hope we can make you comfortable for your stay.” Spitfire said.

Emerald Herald sniffed hard once not looking impressed, which was starting to make Spitfire feel nervous. Finally in what was the longest few seconds she felt up to date, Herald narrowed her eyes and walked past Spitfire. The older mare fluttered her wings irritably as she exited the room without acknowledging the other pegasus. Spitfire eyed the mare to the door then went back to Trixie after she was gone.

“Geez. What’s her deal? And speaking of which, when did you plan to tell me about letting them stay?” Spitfire asked glaring at her mate.

Trixie chuckled nervously getting off the bed and fluffing her mane. She hoped to put on a cute display to relieve some of the tension Spitfire was no doubt exhibiting from the sudden surprise.

It didn’t work.

After a lengthy conversation about, trust, talking openly about feelings, and a bunch of other junk, the two mares cleaned up showered and left the room together with their tails wrapped together and headed to the living area to meet the entire family.

Author's Note

Hello everybody and welcome back to Wonderbolt my Heart: AS!

I know you’re all thinking what was zalla doing all this time, and not updating? Well, the answer is stuff and things. No joke life was going I just had a bit of writers block, some family issues, but I’m not dead nor is this story. So rejoice.

So here we are ready to get the entire family together. Trixie’s mom and dad have moved in with them and now the old family will meet the new. Won’t this be exciting?

We got the fun mom, the cool mom, the grumpy grandma, two rambunctious kids, and the family pet. (Yes, I didn’t forget Link if you were wondering where he was, he was sleeping.)This is going to be probably three parts, depending on what I decide to do. For now I plan on lony doing two, so sit back relax and enjoy.

Prologue (Revised)

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.

A Typical Day (Revised)

Author's Note

Hello my loyal readers and writers alike!

*EDIT* First off I want to make a huge call out to my editor: Reprovedhawk for the great editions. Seriously if you need some editing check him out.

So as promised there is an update tonight! What's this? zalla661 is ACTUALLY keeping his promises? Yeah, apparently I CAN do that... go figure. :rainbowlaugh:

So here we are ready for another day of fun with the best family in the world of fanfiction in fimficiton... :trollestia: Remember to read, rate, and comment. I love hearing your thoughts.

A Typical Day (Revised)

A few hours later Trixie was brushing her mane for the third time that day. She sat in front of a mirror and was looking over herself, and what she saw was a mare she barely recognized. While she got most of her memory back parts of it were still jumbled or fragmented. Today like she had so many others, she was going to see a close friend who had been helping her with recollecting her memories.

Putting her brush down Trixie gathered a few papers, her saddlebags, and a nice pink coat with wool cuffs and slipped it on. Once she had her coat on she slipped her saddlebags on and placed the papers inside. She glanced outside to see it was raining and pickup and umbrella and prepared to leave. As she walked out of the bedroom and entered the living area she saw Link sleeping on the couch, kicking his back leg like he was dreaming.

Trixie pet his head as she passed by and headed off into the city for her therapy session.

She walked in the rain towards the edge of the city where she met with her psychologist that was recommended to her by Princess Luna, Dr. Deep Insight. For a while now Trixi event to regular weekly session with the unicorn stallion. He’d become a close friend to Trixie during her sessions and even met him outside the office from time to time for lunch. At first, Trixie was fine with it but she made a habit of telling Spitfire after she initially found out and made a huge fuss about it. Apparently, Spitfire thought Trixie was cheating on her when she found out but was quickly put to rest thankfully.

Now a days, Trixie spent her time working with the local enchantments shop she went to to get her wagon enchanted. The owner of the shop Sigil Crest was another close friend of hers that she made from long ago but had forgotten until recently.

Trixie decided to go and meet her after her session, it had been too long since they last saw each other. As Trixie Made her way to the office of Deep Insight she stopped to get a coffee for herself. As she finished her beverage she had just arrived at the office of Deep Insight and entered the lobby area. There sitting at the reception desk was an earth pony stallion with a white collar and a simple red tie known as Asset.

Asset glanced up at the incoming pony and smiled with delight.

“Ah, Miss Lulamoon! We’re glad you’re back! I’ll let the doc, know your coming.”

“Thanks, Asset,” Trixie said to the stallion.

The stallion nodded and walked out the back of the office, and disappeared behind a set of doors. Trixie stood by the front desk waiting for the pony to return. It wasn’t long before Trixie took a look around when Asset returned and stood by the door holding it open with his hoof.

“The Doctor will see you now,” He said.

Trixie thanked him and entered the back room. When she passed by Assert the stallion closed the door behind her. In the room was a simple office. A single large desk was in the center of the room with two large comfy seats in front of it.

Two large bookshelves stood to the left of the desk and several degrees and doctorates adorned the walls of Deep Insights accreditations. The pony himself was sitting in one of the seats. He was an earth pony stallion with light brown fur and a short yellow mohawk mane. He wore a long white lab coat and thick black rimmed glasses. The stallion looked up and saw Trixie by the door and gave her a warm welcoming hug.

“Trixie, welcome back,” He said in his heavy Scottish accent. “Have are ye?”

“Trixie is fine, Deep Insight. How are you?”

Deep Insight chuckled adjusting his glasses. “Aye, I’m well. Glad to see you back again. Why don’t we take a seat and we’ll get started?”

Trixie nodded and walked to the seat opposite of Deep Insight who took his seat and pulled out a clipboard from behind him. He then got his pen and with a click was ready to begin taking notes on his clipboard.

Adjusting his glasses once more he looked over to Trixie who was sitting comfortably and said, “Why don’t we begin? Tell me, Miss Lulamoon, how are you adjusting to your old life?”

“It’s been going well.”

“... Just well?” He asked.

“... Well, maybe it’s not a smooth transition, but Trixie figured that was normal for her situation.”

Deep Insight nodded jotting something down on the clipboard. In previous sessions, especially when Trixie first started coming, he did, in fact, say that such things were common for amnesic patients. You see Deep Insight was a specialist in helping amines matic ponies get back to their old lives. He was the best in the field and very expensive, but he gave results. These results were what caught the Princesses attention when they sought to help Trixie after her return.

For it was Deep Insight who helped Princess Luna transition to modern times and back into her old life. Indeed a great deal of that success had to do with a visit he recommended to the Princess a few Nightmare Nights back. He was glad to see the Princess had made the huge leap forward in Ponyville. Now, he was waiting for the opportunity to do the same to Trixie. The only problem was, even with her memory mostly intact, Trixie had a very secretive past and has thus far refused to share most of it. For now, Deep Insight could only poke around with questions about her past until something came up, which brought him to his next question.

“Tell me Miss Lulamoon, have you thought about what I said about your father and mother?” He asked trying to evoke an emotional response.

He noticed Trixie tensed up and had all but stopped breathing as she went pale. Her eyes went wide in shock, and her pupils dilated.

“Miss Lulamoon…”

“Uh, yes?” Trixie asked jolting from her stunned state. “What is it, Doctor?”

“Well, I’m just thinking, maybe you should go see them,” Insight suggested taking off his glasses. “I’ve found that having a close family can help stimulate the mind. Maybe seeing them will help you recover?”

“Trixie supposes so,” The mare said slumping down into her seat.

Deep Insight nodded jotting down a few more notes before he continued his interrogation.

“So, what’s the problem?” He asked.

Trixie remained silent for a while. She started to fiddle with her hair. She pulled on it and twiddled it with her hooves like a nervous tick. Insight kept his mouth shut and allowed Trixie to talk at her own pace, hoping she’d say something insightful to him.

Eventually, Trixie Did open up. After a minute of fiddling with her hair, Trixie sat upright and turned to face Deep Insight.

“Doctor, Trixie would like nothing more than to see her family,” Trixie said somberly, looking down at her hooves.

Trixie started to slowly kick her hooves out like little pendulums. Back and forth.

“Trixie can’t remember where they live.”

Deep Insight opened his mouth but nothing came out. He instead wrote a note down and put his clipboard down. He scooted his chair closer to Trixie and reached for her hooves cupping them in his.

Trixie looked slowly up at him as he gently stroked her hooves. It was calming and friendly with no ulterior motives behind them. It was a simple comfort and one that Trixie appreciated.

“Is there anything you can tell me about them? Perhaps I can reach out to my colleagues and see if they know them?” He asked.

Trixie silently nodded. She took her hooves back and reached into her saddlebags. She opened it and pulled out a music box. Insight stared at the music box as Trixie opened it revealing a picture of a younger Trixie beside two noble pegasi. To the left was a stallion in the picture who was large brown with a green mane and emerald eyes wearing a black vest. Beside him was a dark pink pegasus with a milky pink ponytail mane. Her eyes were also emerald green, sharp and piercing, wearing a white blouse and a skirt. In front of them sat a teenage Trixie with her hair up in a bun wearing a school uniform.

Insight stared at the picture and had a moment of realization.

He quickly got up from his seat and walked to his bookshelf and took a single book from it and brought it to Trixie.

“What’s that, Doctor?” Trixie asked inspecting the book he gave her.

“That is the first in a series of books your mother wrote,” He said sitting back down.

Trixie looked at the inside of the cover and sure enough, there was a picture of her pink pegasus mother. She was older looking with a few wrinkles under her eyes, but she was as beautiful as Trixie remembered. She had a plastic smile that told Trixie she was hiding some underlying feelings.

Being a performer Trixie had become accustomed to seeing what she called, ‘plastic faces’. It was a face someone put on to hide their feelings or just wanting to save face. Trixie couldn’t help but wonder why her mother had such a face. She looked over the author's notes and wondered how this was going to help her, Deep Insight noticed her scrunched face and offered the solution himself.

“That book is titled after her and you I believe,” Insight said closing the book to show Trixie the cover.

Its title read: Wings to a Flightless Family: A Flier's Guide to Raising Flightless Children.

That’s oddly specific, Trixie thought looking over the cover.

Insight then continued while Trixie looked over the book, “It doesn't tell us where they are, but after seeing your family portrait I know someone who might. There is a mare named A. K. Yearling. She was one of the references in the book and a successful author herself,” Insight opened the back of the book and showed her the contents. “Also, I suggest you talk to Twilight Velvet Sparkle, of the Sparkle Noble House. Miss Velvet works at a local school and should be able to help since she edited the book.”

While Deep Insight spoke Trixie’s eyes and mind focused on one of the names presented to her. Twilight Velvet Sparkle. At first, she played it off as coincidence, but then she thought back to her earlier meeting with Buttercup at her school's office with Principle Velvet.

She scrunched her nose trying to remember something about the name. Twilight, Twilight. Twilight… Velvet, red velvet. Cake? Something about cake? She thought. No, Sparkle? Snarl? Velvet Sparkle? No, Twilight Sparkle…

Then something inside her snapped.

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE! She’s related to my daughter's principal!?!” Trixie suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.

The sudden outburst made Deep insight flail his arms and fall back off his chair. The sudden change in volume, and so close to the source, made his ears ring.

Trixie got up and bolted out the door and into the streets of Manehattan. This left Deep Insight in a daze and his assistant looked in the room as the stallion recovered. Insight took off his glasses and cleaned them calmly when Trixie suddenly burst back into the room and gathered her things and bolted again.

Deep Insight shook his head and picked up his fallen chair. He then went to his desk and sat down in his big comfy recliner and turned away from his desk. He leaned back into it letting the sound of his chair creaking calm him.

It was soothing to him after a successful session. Cracking a smile he placed his glasses in his coat pocket and just sat there.

“Good luck, Miss Lulamoon.”

[Back at the School]

Peanut was sitting alone at a lunch table with his peanut butter and jelly sandwich in hoof. He took a large bite of it and chewed it thoroughly. He loved peanut butter. It was creamy, sweet, and best of all made with love from his mother's. To his side, his sister Buttercup was reading a book while nibbling on a carrot.

Peanut then took another bite of his sandwich. Then it began to glow light blue and floated away. He tried reaching for it but wasn’t able to catch it in time. The sandwich levitated near a large brown unicorn filly with a sassy smug look and a rose red mane. Her eyes were light green and had tiny freckles under them and unlike many other ponies, she had her cutie mark. The mark was large single seven sided star with three smaller ones under it.

The filly chuckled at Peanut who ran up to her and jumped reaching for his sandwich only for her to move it away from him.

“Aw, look everyone! The little fang face is trying to get his sandwich,” She said tauntingly.

Three other fillies giggled behind her as Peanut tried hard to grab his food. He then used his wings to fly but was smacked down when one of the other fillies hit his wings with her hooves.

Peanut cried out and fell to the ground as the fillies laughed at him. Then the rose maned filly split the sandwich and threw the peanut butter side into Peanut’s face. The bread plotted against the side of his face sticking to his mane and fur. He sniffled and his eyes watered up as he looked at his tormentors with a sad pathetic look.

“NHeh, nice catch fang face!” The rose maned filly barked.

Heh, like that was totally worth seeing! Nice one Rose Thorn!” Another filly said patting her back.

“Yeah, stupid fang-faced freak!”

“HEY! Back away from my little brother!”

The group of fillies looked up in shock to see Buttercup standing up from the table. She glared hatefully at the fillies and stepped between them and her brother who was still crying on the floor. Buttercup knelt by him and pulled the bread off his face and saw he was covered in peanut butter.

Buttercup tried to calm her brother down by rubbing his back and taking a napkin and tried cleaning the fussy colt. She turned and glared at Thorn Rose who took a hesitant step back.

“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you leave my brother alone?”

Thorn Rose looked away hiding behind her mane.

“UGH, like I don’t need to answer you! You fanged face freaks are beneath us,” Thorn Rose said circling around Peanut and Buttercup.

Buttercup pulled her brother close hiding him under her wings.

“You leave my brother and me alone or else-”

“Or else what? You gonna tell like a little snitch bitch!?”

Buttercup pushed her head into Rose’s.

“At least I’m not a bitch like you and actually have friends that aren’t shallow!”

Thorn Rose reared up pressing her nose against Buttercups. The two glared at each other for several seconds when another pony came up and separated them.

“Hey, come on now, leave them alone Rose,” The colt said, putting both his hooves on her shoulders. “Just leave them be.”

All eyes turned on the colt. He was an earth pony with a dark brown coat and a light orange mane. He had a canvas and paintbrush cutie mark. The colt looked up at Thorn Rose who was trying hard to get around him, but he kept stepping in front of her stopping her.

“Come on Rose,” he said softly rubbing her cheek with his hoof.

Thorn Rose scoffed and turned to walk away.

“Like, whatever. The little fanged faced freak was boring after he started to cry anyways,” Thorn Rose declared walking past with her friends behind her.

Buttercup watched as they left and the colt came by her side and tried to help her up.

“Thanks,” Buttercup said to him.

The colt smiled lifting her up and then went to help Peanut.

“You alright there buddy?” He asked, the tiny thestral.

“Yeah… I really wanted to finish my sandwich, though.”

The colt ruffled his mane playfully.

“I’m sorry about Thorn Rose. She’s not usually this mean,” The colt said looking at the filly. “She’s really nice once you get to know her.”

Buttercup scoffed crossing her arms with a skeptical look on her face. Ever since she came to this school she never liked the filly. Almost instantly the filly started to bully her and her brother for being bat ponies. As much as it annoyed her, it annoyed her more knowing this colt was on good terms with her. It baffled her to no end.

Finally, she had to ask him, “What do you see in her?”

The colt turned to Buttercup and asked, “What do you mean?”

Buttercup picked up her brother and dusted his bottom off with her wings. The little colt groaned not wanting to be cleaned by his sister in school.

“Sis, stop. Don’t clean me like that in front of everyone!”

“Don’t make such a fuss you little runt,” Buttercup said back to him playfully.

When she finished she turned back to the colt who helped her brother.

“Thanks again for helping us. What’s your name kid?” She asked.

The colt blushed slightly looking away. Buttercup noticed and stepped beside him and nudged him in the shoulder gently.

“I-I my name is Sketchy,” He stuttered.

Buttercup grinned at him and wrapped a wing around the nervous colt. The simple act made him blush until he was red as a tomato. She had a playful gleam in her eye as she leaned into the colts ear and breathed heavily into his furry lobes.

She purposely breathed heavily into his ear making her heated breath stimulate him. Poor Sketchy went tense as her breath warmed his ear. It made him sweat and a strange feeling overcame him. He then got up and quickly dusted himself off with a nervous chuckle.

“H-hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you around, um. What was your name again?”

“Buttercup. It was nice to meet you Sketchy.”

“Nice to meet you too. See ya!”

With a nervous wave, the colt ran off to join Thorn rose and her friends. Buttercup chuckled while Peanut glared at his sister.

“That was mean!” The little disguised changeling said.

“Oh, you hush Peanut,” buttercup said, pushing him away and taking her seat again.

Buttercup nestled her bottom on the bench and picked up her book to continue reading again, and then nibbled another carrot. Peanut groaned just as his stomach gave a loud groan. Buttercup peeked over the top of her book to see Peanut staring at his now empty sandwich bag. Sighing she scooted closer to her brother's side and wrapped a wing around him.

She pulled the little colt and pressed his tiny body against hers, and nuzzled him in the cheek. She then lifted a carrot to his lips and held it there. Peanut happily took the carrot and ate it in small bites. While he ate his carrot Buttercup continued reading her book, but secretly she was stealing glances at the colt named Sketchy. Buttercup watched as he wrapped his arm around Thorn Rose and kissed her cheek. The filly became flushed with embarrassment but gave him a peck on the lips which served to infuriate Buttercup and made her return to her book in full.

“Still don’t know what he sees in her,” She muttered eating a tip of another carrot.

“You like him,” Peanut teased elbowing his sister's side. “Hmm? HMMMM??”

Buttercup blushed smacking Peanut in the muzzle with her wing dazing him.

“Shut up you punk.”