Loving Mother

This is a work of fiction and My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro.

The Forest was too dense for any real light to shine through it’s canopy, obscuring a ruby maned mare as she made her way through the thick forest. She clinched a wicker basket in her teeth and her horn glowed with magic light. Inside the basket sleeping peacefully was a small unicorn foal sleeping peacefully in the basket. The light was also making her a path to where she needed to be. She moved quickly and with purpose as she moved through the growth until she reached her goal.

The Pool was an obsidian mass, projecting an eerie calm that no water should project. The mare gave a wicked grinned, and with a mighty flick of her head she released the basket from her mouth. The basket arced through the air hitting the water without a splash, the mare turned her nose up and trotted away. The mare had expected the basket to sink under the water where foal would expire and no pony would know where to find it. It was unfortunate that she had left, not want to see her own work completed, if she had not she would have seen the basket float to the safety of the far bank, where it was safe and sound.
Not too long after an old stallion came ambling down the path. He was a very old, his mane and beard had gone pure white. The old stallion was dressed in an old uniform was well worn and decorated with many types of metals. His old and cracked horn was leading him through the woods just as sure as the mare had walked. “Can’t believe that she did this…,” He muttered. “Have to deal with her later...” Letting his threat hang in the air.

He soon found his way to a dark pool, as the spell shut down he know these is where he would find his missing son. He looked around his eyes may have been cloudy form damage sustained from years of spell being used on him and or he quickly had to use for himself. Though he could not see everything he knew he would see the beacon spell that he had placed on the foal.
The old stallion cleared his throat. “I know you're here and that you have my colt, so show yourself. Fey!” The old stallion waited for the water to froth and boiled as the Fey raised up from the pool.

That did not happen, without a sound a figure emerged from the waters like a poisonous snake ready to strike. The creature looked like a tall, thin mare. Her coat was pure white, with a tangled mass of a mane the color of slimy green. She looked completely soaked, but even given that fact she seemed UN-bothered by it. A set of silver-gray eyes focus on him her lips curled up in anger, revealing rows and rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

“What is it you want old one?” The voice was soft but seemed to reverberate with unnatural power.

The old stallion ignited his horn. “Where is the colt?”

“Yours? He was tossed carelessly in my pool and such he now belongs to me no and his fate is his.”

“A Kelpie. Well just so you know the mare who bore the colts doing, the colt is mine. Know that I can burn you to a crisp or boil your pool to steam without any problem and my colt is protected by the same runes I used to find him so you can’t use him as a shield.” The stallion said strongly, light still glowing.

“How is the mare that bore him but not take charge of him?” The Kelpie asked.

“I acquired her serves to bore a foal for me, to continue my bloodline. She was well compensated, I may add, but she thought she deserved more. I did make her an even more generous offer, to take care the foal and help him develop. She refused it so I refused to give her more. When I refused she got mad and tried to punish me. Now, I know my colt is alive because I had runes implanted on him just for that. So where is he?”

“Here, and by all rights he is mine. He was thrown away and by all right I can claim him as mine.”

“To what end? A meal, a slave? You know I am completely able to kill you and take him back. That is unless you have a good reason and what you might do for me.”

The Kelpie examined the stallion and moved a said showing him the colts safely sleeping in a basket. “I am old despite my looks stallion and I wish to leave a positive mark on this world other than a string of victims that I need to feed from. I want a stallion that would be a great help to this world, one that would be fine and upstanding citizen. Even if no pony would know that I am the one who raised him.”

The light from his horn faded and the old stallion smirked at the Kelpie. “What an interesting sentiment, you Fey like to make deals right?”

The Kelpie looked at him suspiciously. “What sort of deal?”

“What is most important to you? My colt or your Bridle? You see my deal is simple, I get your bridle but you get the colt. Now, as I understand it, that having your Bridle makes you my slaved. Now you may not like that idea but just so I am not perceived as tricking you... what I am going to order you to do with your Bridle is to take care of my colt.” The Kelpie looked at him shocked. This cause the old stallion to smile at her, with an assured smugness.

“What are you asking of me?” The Kelpie asked.

“Simple, be my colt's mother just like you wanted, and use my fortune, connection and all my resources to help him to become the stallion you want him to be. In that turn you must pretend, in public, to be my wife.”

The Kelpie only spat at him, her eyes blazed with anger. “If, I refuse?”

The old stallion shrugged. “Why would you? I am giving you all that you want on a silver platter and once I take care of the mare who threw him a way you can have you’ll have an identity too. I mean did you really think it would be that easy to break into pony culture?”

The Kelpie looked deflated. “I suppose you are right…”

“Exactly, but I must know if you get your Bridle back will my little colt be OK? I know I would have to be dealt with but him?” The old stallion pointed at the colt.

The Kelpie laughed. “I said he is mine, you will be the only one that would have to die. No Fey will ever hurt him.”

“That’s good, So? All your dreams come true for your Bridle and a little inconvenience? I mean I haven’t shown anypony my little colt or his mother so you’ll fit right in.”

The Kelpie looked at the colt in the basket and then at the Stallion then back to the colt. She let out a sigh and then nodded. “I accept your terms, or at least I will if you can promises me one addition.”

The old stallion tilted his head. “That would be…”

“Before I give you my Bridle, let me deal with the mare that threw my little colt away.” The Kelpie smiled with rows of sharp teeth.
“That is a deal.”

Such a nice story, mother had always love reading me this story, it has may similarity to our own. Fancy Pants thought to himself. He knew that nowadays most would not think this would be an appropriate child's story, but in his time it was his favorite story. It wasn’t about a horrible mother, but a good father, and a good mother. It was the kind of father he wanted to be, the kind of father he would be, a father that would sacrifice for his foals.

Fancy Pants sat in the co-pilot's seat of his personal Sky Ship, The Fair Dragon. He closed the well worn book, glad to have found the time to read it’s contents again. The old leather binding cracked while the pages were old and discolored, magic was holding most of it together still. Fancy smiled as he shut the book and put it away in his coat pocket. He patted the place with fondness and smiled has he then turned his attention to being The Co-pilot.

“Thank you for allowing me to rest, I need some time SkyWay.”

“No problem Sir” The current pilot, a simple gray earth bound pony with brown mane said. “I mean you usually pilot The Fiery Dragon yourself. So it was nice to get a chance to fly such a fine machine. ”

Fancy Pants had taken a nap and then started to read this favorite short story. “It was restful, you see I need to be at my best to when I take my meetings. They are with to important figures, a renowned Alchemist and the head of a new Fertility Clinic, though I can’t tell you who they are.”

“Why is that?” Skyway smiled at him knowingly.

“It might be considered insider trading, besides it’s personal. Besides you probably could guess where I’m going any ways,”
Skyway nodded. “Trying to start a family? Don’t need to answer that.”

“Thank you good sport, ” Fancy Pants smiled. “I really do hope you liked flying my sky ship, it is a magnificent ship after all. I do like it better than the rest of my sky ships.”

“That it is, I can’t wait to see what she can do at full speed, had to hold back so I didn’t wake you sir.”

“There was no need for that. The cabin has spells to dampen that effect, though I do appreciate the thought.”

“Would you like the controls Sir” Skyway asked.

Fancy Pants like the idea being back in command of his ship but he shook his head. “No, no, you're doing quite well.”

“Thanks Sir, nice trying something different than that of The Whale Lord,” Skyway added quickly. “Not that I mind Sir.” Yes, most wealthy ponies liked large sky ships that were that were nothing more than large vessels suspended from a large hot air balloon shaped like a sea creatures, he had one too, The Whale Lord, because the ship’s balloon was shaped like a whale. He had many others like it, all different shapes, sizes and types of fish for the balloon. It was mostly for parties and other sorts important social events, like the Summer Sun Celebration anything that need a hair vantage point.

“Quite all right, I wanted you because you could handle both if I wanted a leisure Captain then I would have hired an old pony to caption it.” Fancy Pants chuckled.

Yes, Fancy Pants like The Fairy Dragon it was not like other wealthy ponies Sky Ship. It relied on magic float stones instead of hot air and required a firmer hoof on the controls unlike a casual touch. The Fairy Dragon outwardly looked very colorful, it’s sails were large, butterfly shape with a smiling Dragon shaped figure head and a trailing tail all covered with colored armor. It was an interesting blend for a ship small fighter ship and luxurious pleasure craft. The Fairy Dragon very luxurious, fully stocked kitchen, a fully furnished bed parlor with a full study with magic communication and a comfortable bed but it also had a full array of hidden weapons. Under the control of a skilled pilot who understood what the ship could do, the ship was a powerful and fast a weapon, like a sabers. Only he and the current pilot could use it as well as that.

“Well, I think the Alchemist should be first we’ll be closer to his residents and we’re closer to a halfway decent landing strip.” Skyway added.

“Good show Skyway, RALLY HO! No need to go slow now full speed ahead!” Fancy Pants cheered. The ship baked to the left and with a quick spin shot off into the distance.