The Lockheart Family

by CandyflossCloverPone

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random
Length: 675

The tale of Violet Lockheart, and her half changeling children.

"I don't know, Susanne, just write whatever for it!"

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-04-20 07:26:44 UTC

Something Strange

It had been a few months since the Lockheart-Changeling couple had married, and they had made a happy little life for themselves since then. Violet's appearance confirmed the rumours about her pregnancy, and Twilight had been one of the first to be told. The newly crowned Princess of Friendship was happy for the couple, truly, although something still seemed off about 'Morphy' to her. She would keep her worries to herself and support her friend, because as the Princess of Friendship, she had to set an example.

A Few Months Later

Violet wandered around town, browsing the shops, stopping now and then to talk with ponies.

"Violet!" called a familiar voice, and Violet turned around to see the familiar flower-mare running towards her.

"Oh hey Roseluck" Violet responded. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"No, I've been busy" Rose explained, motioning to her flower cart that had nearly doubled in size.

Violet chuckled. "So have I" she said, motioning to her stomach, which, like Rose's cart, had also nearly doubled in size. The two friends giggled for a bit, but then had to say goodbye, as customers were beginning to surround Rose's cart, and Violet had to go see Twi.

She slowly made her way to the castle, waving at a few ponies she recognized, finding that it took much longer to get places due to her swollen stomach. She was beginning to work up a sweat! She lit her horn and tied her two-toned green mane into a messy ponytail, and continuing on to the new crystal castle she could see in the distance.

By the time she had reached the castle, the purple mare was exhausted. She knocked on the door, and it was swiftly answered by her old friend.

"Violet!" exclaimed Twilight, embracing Violet in a warm hug, which didn't do much to help her sweating, as Twilight soon realised, pulling away and wiping her hooves slightly. "Its-uh good to see you!" she said, trying not to offend the mare who she had not seen often in the last few months.

We Begin with a Farewell

The festivities were alive at Sweet Apple Acres as the newlywed couple danced an upbeat country song. It was a couple no-one would've ever expected. The changeling king, Metamorphasis and Ponyville's resident psychiatrist, Violet Lockheart. Rumours had it that Violet was already pregnant with their first child. Whether that was the reason for the wedding or not, would forever remain unknown. But now, as ponies watched the happy couple, there were no doubts that they would be happy together.

Twilight Sparkle was among the ponies watching, and was one of the few who did not join in the dance. She only watched, a small smile upon her face.

It wasn't long before the sun was beginning to set, and as ponies slowly left, the couple split, Metamorphasis heading over to talk with Applejack, and Violet approaching Twilight.

"Hey Sparkles!" she said in a sing-song voice, clearly drunk on an intoxicating mixture of happiness and cider. Twilight chuckled at her friend, the fellow purple unicorn swaying as she sat down on a nearby chair.

"You seem happy" she remarked, her smile widening.

"You bet your flank I am!" Violet responded, a mild look of insanity and giddiness flashing across her bright blue eyes.

Twilight giggled. "I never imagined you'd end up with a changeling" Twilight said, nodding her head in Morph's direction. She hadn't known the stallion for very long, and something about him seemed wrong, but if Vi was happy, Twi would be there to support her.

"Neither did I, but I wouldn't have it any other way!" Vi replied, standing up from her chair and, swaying as she walked, made her way over to her new husband, and they talked with AJ for a bit, before hopping into the carriage waiting for them, and speeding off to their new home.

The sun had set, and Twilight thanked AJ on behalf of her friend, then walked to her own home, alone.