Bumbling through my Education

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Memories

“Mom, I’ve got something to tell you.”

Luciana Pavari remembered those words so well. She looked at the small house where she was raised. The place where her mother had went to raise her after her father had left. To say that everything was perfect would have been a stretch. To be more direct she never really felt like like she was supposed to. Well, what she assumed she was supposed to feel like. She walked into the house, taking in everything as she moved from room to room. Today was a good day, her mother was somepony that was respected in Ponyville, although she knew what it was like to be alienated.

Since her mother was a Thestral Pony, a Lunar Pegasus, she knew what it was like to have other ponies be wary of her. Still, her mother took great care of her, and helped her greatly. Although it was so awkward and strange being in the wrong body. That was the only way she could really explain it. She started life as a colt, she grew into a stallion, and she played the part of a colt for an exceptionally long time. It was just that, a part, a mask that she was wearing so that no pony would see that she was a filly trapped in a colt’s body. There was so many things she was ashamed of because of her hiding who she was.

One of those things was Merry Baker. She looked at a picture her mother had out of her as a colt. It wasn’t a bad picture, although it did hurt a little. The filly in the picture with her, Merry, was one of the sweetest fillies she’d ever known. It was the night of the summer dance, the night that Merry had asked her to be her special somepony, the night she… She put the picture down.

“Everything okay sweetie?”

She looked at her mom, fresh tears in her eyes, “Just thinking.”

Petite Mort shook her head at her daughter. She walked toward where she was standing and looked at the picture she had put down. The filly didn’t know, even she didn’t fully know, and her little colt did a brave thing only to end up breaking that little filly’s heart. She took a seat on her old couch, patted the cushion beside her, and waited for her daughter to sit.

As Pavi sat Petite noticed how many of her features Pavi had developed. She was certainly becoming a beautiful mare, and the Prince Consort was indeed lucky to have her in his herd. Of course she understood that anypony would likely think the same about their foals.

“What happened with Merry was not your fault, and you did a brave thing by letting her know.”

Pavi sighed and looked at her hooves, “I know, but she didn’t trust any stallion after that.”

Petite laughed, “That’s not true. She married, has foals, lives with her husband, and from what I understand is quite happy.”

Pavi smiled, “Mom, did you ever resent me? I mean, for telling you that I was a filly?”

Petite shook her head and smiled at her daughter, “Not once,” she sighed, “Your father was not a good stallion. He only stayed with us because he liked to rut me, and because he thought that he could make you like him. I’m very glad that you’re not.”

Pavi grinned, “I remember him saying that I wasn’t his foal, and you told him that he could be right.”

Petite laughed as she thought of that night. What Pavi said was true. She did tell him that it was just as likely that Pavi wasn’t his. Of course that was a lie. She was loyal to him, even though she knew that his own loyalty began and ended at their front door. She knew of his flings with a few Solar Pegasi, a couple of Unicorns, and a whole slew of Earth Ponies. She didn’t hate a one of those other mares. It was likely they had fallen for the same line she fell for. Being told that she was beautiful, that he couldn’t stand the thought of not having such beauty in his life, and then the dinners, the sweet talking, and finally their going to bed together.

She would give Cosmic that much. He knew how to give orgasms out like they were candy. She could remember all of the times he rutted her, and of course being the mare she was, each piece of that furniture was destroyed. Her family believed that hanging onto something from a bad relationship was welcoming another bad relationship back with open arms.

So their bed, the old table, the couch, recliner, desk and rug had been burned. She had replaced it all, and of course she raised her daughter. She remembered how Pavi wanted to go to school in a dress, and their move here, to Ponyville, allowed her to and be a filly. She let her dress in dresses, as she got older she would help find stuffed bras for her to wear, and then Pavi came home with the news about the potions.

She had never seen her daughter so driven. She worked double shifts, did side jobs, all of it so that she could get the potions she needed to begin the transition into a mare. She heard something, and her eyes went to the door.

“Enter.”

The door opened and she saw the stallion that caught her daughter’s eye. To see him on a street one would wonder what was so special, but she knew that her daughter had far better judgement than she did. Not only that, but her daughter had filled her in on Bumble’s size. Were she a few years younger she might would have attempted to work herself into his herd as well, but she simply wasn’t as young as she would have preferred.

“I hope I’m not intruding.”

Petite shook her head, “Of course not. Please, have a seat.”

Bumble came in, and was followed by the rest of his herd. Petite looked at them, and she sighed as she realized just how many there was. And she could smell something on them. There was two, no three, of them with foal, and she could smell one of them coming into season. There was little doubt in her mind that this Prince was going to be up to his neck in foals before long. Of course the moment she saw Princess Luna she bowed.

“Please, rise. Here, like this, I am Bumble’s herdmate, and nothing else.”

Petite nodded, “So, just to satisfy the question that has been burning in the back of my head, how long has my new soon to be son been rutting my daughter in her tailhole?”