Loving Mother

This is a work of fiction and My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro. Keep in mind this is an AU and has some differences.

Haypenny had been moved by her gift of two new acolytes, they would be future stewards, were getting their training started.

She remembered his words well. “Thank you madam,” He took in a sharp breath. “This is quite a unique gift and I will beginning their training post haste.”

“That is excellent, I'm glad that you are happy with them. I am quite proud that I was able to handle the situation myself.”

“I am also glad too. I am sorry that I must repeat what I said before...”

“And what is that?” Fleur chuckled but she stopped when she saw that he was serious. “I am listing.” She answered promptly.

“Well,do not take this harshly, you see I believe that it would be in best interest for the future if you work with your foal. You have collected four new foals. Four new members of our your family, so I would suggest that you get to know the four you have.”

“That is an idea, I mean they are my little one’s I should know more.” Fleur mused.

“Exactly, now maybe see what make them special, different and unique. Truly make them your foals by giving them new names.”

Fleur thought about that for a moment. “Maybe that is for the best.”

“Once I am done training my new comrades, or trainees? Then maybe we will be able to help you better.” Haypenny suggested.

“Yes you do have a point, but I can't really complain. I will be able to play with my foals.”

Fleur sate in the corner of the nursery, she was enjoying he time with her new little foals. All her foals were playing in the nursary’s common area. Each was doing their own thing but Fleur notice that there were times they play together before backing off again. Haypenny had been right, she had needed to have time with her new family. Each and all of them held a deep place in her heart and she could not wait to show them to her beloved Fancy. That was when the idea had come to into her head. Yes, Haypenny was right. Names, yes names. My foals need new name. I think in the future that I'll give them new name when I gather them for the first time. Fleur looked at her foals as she thought about her situation as a whole not to mention her feelings too. The one that made it all possible was her loving Fancy Pants. “Thank you for all the help my love, so I think I'll give our little ones your family name Fancy.”

She turned her attention to each of them; First, her little Buttons, he was now dark brown with a silver white mane. He was playing with a ball, making up a new game with it. He had been her first new foal and was meant for her husband. Fleur smirked to herself. Meant to be his first son? So why not his name, Fancy Pants Jr. She watched as pushed it around and started to bounce it a little.

Then, she looked at the next one, her first little filly. My little Penelope, Fleur like her new look. He mane was shifting into a pinkish color, not quite as dark as hers, but it was longer. Her light blue coat was also shifting into a deeper blue color. It was starting to come in nicely. Fleur thought to herself. Fleur watched as the little filly was wandering around the nursery exploring everything in the cart. little adventurous are you? Well, how about something tough a coltish... Britches? Yes, that's it my little Fancy Britches She nodded to herself happily.She became distracted as Fany Jr. ball came rolling up to her. The two started to play as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Finally she turned her attention to the last two, her little Snips and little Snail Trail. She could tell that her form was doing wonder for them and their new colors were so cute. Snip was starting to lose the little chubby belly and his blue coat was starting to shift to an orange color while his mane was shifting to a blue. Her little Snail Trail was also having his mane and coat colored reversed, but the gocky limbs were not gaining some muscle. Interesting their coat and mane colores are inverting, I wonder why?

Fleur had started to work with both of them little Snail Trail was starting to take to his new education quite well and he was showing adapted towards scholarly persecute. He was looking at his new books with great vigor and happiness, yes he was just staring at the picture and drooling on himself but Fleur could see he was changeing. Lets see, something that says dignity and restraint. Fleur thought to herself and then a moment inspiration the name came to her. Fancy Pantaloon! While little Snips was having the same lessons he was showing that he was quite a valet little knight to be. Fleur could not help but make a light laugh as he played with a toy sword, putting it tip first in his mouth and sucking on it. Fancy Knickers that is just nice addition.

Fleur was brought out her thoughts when she heard a knocking sound. She made her way to the main door as she through on a new disguise. With a smile she answered the door. “Yes?” It was the Teacher Ms. Cheerilly.

“Hello Fleur,” She greeted her. “I'm sorry to bother you, but I am here to solve a little problem.”

Fleur nodded and with a frown she ushered the teacher into the car. “Please come in, tell me about it.”

“Thank you.” Ms. Cheerilee nodded.

The two were soon sitting at a table in a tiny kitchenette drinking tea. “So Ms. Cheerilee, while I would like to be polite and make polite conversation I must cut to the point. I wish to spent more time with my foals.” Fleur said tartly.

With a sight Ms. Cheerily hung her head shaking it slowly. “I understand that, but I believe that this is about your foals too. Or in this case a possible new foal for you.”

Fleur tilted her head and could see the serous frown on the teachers' face. “Truly? What brought this on?” Ms. Cheerily bit her lower lip.

“Yes, I think this problem can only be solved by you. ”

“What is wrong? Do I have to hypnotize you to get the answer.” Fleur teezed with a smile. But it fell when she saw the seriousness in the teachers face. “Sorry go on.”

“This is hard for me, I know that I said I would help you but right now I need your help. I need you to take a former student of Mine.” Ms. Cheerily stated.

“Former student? What, what do you Mean?” Fleur questioned, she could not process what was happening.

“I understand that we need to lay low for a while, but this is a unique situation and I need your help in the act. If we do not a young filly will be lost.” Ms. Cheerily urged.

Seeing the urgency in the teacher's tone she reached across the table and grasped a hoof. “Alright Ms. Cheerily, what is it?”

“Her name is Twist, she has been staying with her half sister here in ponyville, but for some reason, Bon Bon her sister is missing. Well not to mention Lyra her room mate but that is not really impotent. Turns out Bon Bon has been missing for a while, we’ve haven’t missed her because of the man other Bon Bon’s that live in this town kind of make it hard to pick out just one. Well any way, Twist’s Bon Bon has been for a long time and foal protective serves want to ship Twist off to some Celestia forsaken corner of Equestria. I've tried to keep her here, but they have turned down all my efforts.”

“You want me to take your student? This Twist? Fleur interrupted getting the gist of what Ms. Cheerilee was saying.

“Yes, while I am sure that she will be put in a good home, I can not be sure. She may not be in ponyville, but with you I know that she will be in a good home.” Ms. Cheerily said and produced a small picture of the filly.

She was cream color with a severally, frizzy mane with purple coke bottle frame glasses. Ah, she's so very cute I think that I can manage that mane with my own... Or Fleur thought to herself. She then looked at the picture from every angle. Or maybe this could be my little unicorn. “OK I'll help you out how will you get her here?”

“I don't need to it's filly scout cookie time, she's coming to you.”

A joyous smile came to Fleur's face. “Just perfect, I'll need only a little time to prepare.”

Twist pulled her little cart full of Filly Scout Cookies, she had been told that there was a wealth pony that had taken up residence in the train yard. So, I might be able to get some of my stock sold quickly today. Twist smiled at the thought. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. She put on her best smile and readied her speech, as the door opened up revealing a beautiful mare. She was thin, curvy and pure white, with big blue eyes and a flowing pink mane.

“Why hello, little one,” The mare said with a brilliant smile. “May I help you?”

“Ye… yes,” Twist stammered a little. “I’m with local Filly Scout troop…”

“Oh, please come in and I’ll buy some from you.” The mare motioned for her to follow into the train. Twist followed the mare into the train, the first thing she noticed was a clicking metronome.

“Yes, I have an amazing selection of…” Twist paused for a moment her eyes became transfixed by a metronome on a table near a larger round table. the ticking of left, the tack to the right and the tick as it swung back to the left. Twist attention seemed to be pulled toward the rhythm of the device. Twist could not help but be pull in by it’s slow “Tick, Tack, Tick”. The back and forth was so comforting, it’s slow “Tick, Tack, Tick” made it hard for her to keep her thoughts strait. “Tick, Tack, Tick”. It pulled her away from any of her thoughts and cares.

“Now, little one let’s take a seat and shall we?” The mare asked, but then the mare seemed to looked surprised. “Oh, you must be thirsty. Let me get you some thing to drink. I bet your thirst, aren't you?” With a bright flash of magic two glasses of milk appeared in front of them.

“Tick, Tack, Tick” The metronome continued and suddenly Twist was suddenly dry and hot, she was thirsty. The glass of milk looked so appealing soo cool she could not stop herself and drink down the glass in one gulp. It was some of the best milk she ever had and Twist wished she could have some more. “Tick, Tack, Tick” The metronome continued and Twist lost herself in it until she heard the mare speak. “Now let's talk about why you are here.” The mare gushed, the metronome continued. “Tick, Tack, Tick”

“Oh, ye...sss,” Twist nodded numbly. “I have lots of c...oo..kies too…” she struggled to put her mind together as the metronome continued to “Tick, Tack, Tick”.

“Yes we’ll talk about it just take a nice comfortable seat and have something to drink, while we talk that is.” The mare said with a smile as the metronome continued to “Tick, Tack, Tick”.

“Now about our cookies,” Twist tried to start again she watched as the mare sat down across from her near the metronome. “Tick, Tack, Tick” It continued as Twist struggled to try concentrate. So she focused on the mare across from her.“Yes, we have all sorts of cookies, and…” She pulled out an order form that had pictures of all the cookies on it.

The mare pulled closer and leaned over the table. Leveling the metronome in clear view and Twist could help but watch it as it moved back and forth. “Tick, Tack, Tick”. Twist could not help but stare as the metronome continued to make it’s back and forth motions and it “Tick, Tack, Tick”

“Isn’t it calming and comforting? The metronome? Can’t you just watch it and forget? Forget it all? Forget every little thing?” The mare cooed softly at her.

Twist felt her mind going soft, her thoughts were getting muddled. Losing all her well to sell cookies she focus solely on the metronome as it moved, slowly Twist swayed her head with them metronome's motions. Slowly it swayed back and forth Twist did not notice that the mare had slid close to her.

“My, you're so distracted, maybe you need to get more comfortable?” The mare asked. Twist did not answer as she swayed her head slightly to the metronome. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Twist soon felt her sash and hat float away, she could not care as she was lost on the metronome. Then her body lifted slightly and with in a few moments she felt her body drop on to something. It was plush and cozy, it soon wrapped around her bottom. It felt so comfortable and that was good, it made Twist only smile. She just continued to watch the metronome and it's soothing “Tick, Tack, Tick”.

“Good, doesn't that feel so good?" The mare cooed lovingly in her ear. "Now why don’t you watch the metronome as it Tick, Tack, Tick’s? Forget everything, but the Tick, Tack, Tick’s and then let me tell you what you should know.”

Twist thought that sounded good, so very, very, good. So she focused solely on the metronome and it’s “Tick, Tack, Tick”. Nothing but, it’s echoing sound reverberating in her quickly emptying mind, Twist continued to smile as she slowly lost herself to the metronome.

"Such a good little foal aren't you, just keep watching..." The nice mare prompted. So Twist did, she watched the metronome, she could only smile as she listened listen and follow the “Tick, Tack, Tick” of the metronome.

“Maybe you should be more comfortable,

Lost in the metronome’s “Tick, Tack, Tick” and it’s motion Twist felt herself lifted into the air and soon so was the metronome. She felt safe and sound in these hooves, loved and peaceful, that’s when the voice came.

“That’s it my little one your so happy and peaceful. I’m your Mommy and you want nothing, but to be with your Mommy don’t you?” The metronome still making the “Tick, Tack, Tick”

Twist gave her a smile and followed the metronome’s motion. She was right, she was happy being with her Mommy.

“Now here is a more comfortable place, your own crib.” The mare, no, mommy told her and Twist felt herself placed on comfy pillow the metronome not to far from her. “Tick, Tack, Tick”

“Now you don’t look so good just like that, maybe a new dress? Yes a new dress!” Mommy said happily.

Soon Twist saw a fancy purple dress float over to her, she felt a new set of clothing slipped over her a dress of some kind. A mirror was floated into Twist’s partial view, she was now in the fancy purple dress,a puffy white diaper stick out form the frilly skirt. The dress matched her glasses. Twist let a little giggle of delight at the sight of herself.

“There we go a nice new dress for you to wear my little one,” Mommy said. “Oh, that metronome still has you so absorbed doesn't? Your thirsty again aren't you?”

Twist nodded she was thirsty again.

“Why don’t I give you another drink and you take nice little nap?” That was when her mommy laid down she was blocking the metronome this time. Before she could complain she felt one of her Mommy’s teats forced through her mouth. “Here my little one drink up!” That was when Mommy squirted a little into her mouth.

The feeling of the warm milk was drawing and she could not help but let her instincts kick in and suckle as she did she could still hear the metronome go “Tick, Tack, Tick”.

Mommy started talking to her soothingly in time with the “Tick, Tack, Tick” of the metronome. “That’s it little one suck and suck and suck. Suck away any and all your memories you don’t need. Back, Back, Back, You love your Mommy, Love your Milk, Love your Purple Dress, Love your Diapers, Love being a Little foal.” Twist couldn’t help but let her Mommy’s words fill her head as she sucked up the milk in time with the “Tick, Tack, Tick”. Twist continued to listing to both the metronome and her Mommy’s words. You love your Mommy, Love your Milk, Love your Purple Dress, Love your Diapers, Love being a Little foal. Tick, Tack, Tick”. The more she suckled the more her Mommy’s words became true. The more she suckled the more Milk she took in and soon her belly began to bulge. The more and more Twists believed in her Mommy’s words, the bigger her belly became.

“I think your full little one.” Mommy said removing her tit from her mouth. “Tick, Tack, Tick” of the metronome stopped. Twist belly bulge and she could only think of what Mommy had said. Mommy looked her in the eyes and smiled at her. “Now little one look into my eye,” Mommy’s eyes were now glowing prettily, pretty words slowly pour out of her mother’s eyes into her eyes. Her mother’s voice became even more important and prettier. “You are my little foal, you are no longer Twist you are now… Ah, Fancy Stockings. Yes, Fancy Stockings and when you go to sleep that is who you will be now and forever. My little filly, willing to help your Mommy out as my little Fancy Stocking. Now go to sleep for your Mommy and when you wake up, Mommy will need your help.” Fancy Stockings only smiled and shut her eyes for an nap.

Twist ceased to be and Fancy Stockings was now in her place. Fleur was happy to have her new foal and could not wait to know her better.