Of Shooting Stars

Of Shooting Stars

Chapter 1: Decisions

Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the dim room with a heavenly white glow, covering the titanic-sized bed against the adjacent wall. The plump mattress sat nestled inside four skyward posts, a satin purple cloth draping down the rigid, crystal frame and running over the sparkling floor. Silky purple cover flowed from the mattress top, shuffling as a figure moved under the sheets. With each movement, the soft squeal of springs rang out in the otherwise quiet night.

The animate mass shot up, and the obscuring bedsheet fell to the wayside revealing two mares. A sweet moan escaped the top mare’s lips as she pressed her muzzle down into the matted mess of mane below her chin. Strands of barely discernible red, orange, and yellow flooded her vision, but she buried herself deeper in the humid trappings. Pressing further, nuzzling softly until her nose was all but buried under the unruly locks. Scents of rain and sweat flooding her nostrils with every sticky breath, staining her nostrils. She squeezed tight the smaller mare, her hind leg stepping in front of the other’s for leverage. With a solid buck, the bed to squealed once more, rocking from the force.

Another moan, this time into the mare’s pale blue ear. It twitched as her sultry breath brushed along the sensitive hairs. Sinking deeper inside the mare’s sex, her vice-like grip squeezed around the new appendage between the first’s legs. A jolt of bliss shot straight through her entire being; her knees almost gave out. “Dashie,” Twilight murmured breathlessly and making her lover’s ear twitch once more.

“Twi,” the mare replied back with a weak voice, cracking under the strain.

Once more a tight squeeze gripped Twilight’s cock, tugging her deeper in as she tried to pull herself free from its iron grip. She whimpered, biting her lower lip. “I’m going to cum soon,” Twilight said amidst a haggard breath.

Rainbow let out a high-pitched whine followed by a sharp breath. “Me too.” She turned her head, meeting Twilight’s half-opened gaze from the corner of her eye, staring deeply, yearning for her lover’s hot load to fill her.

Spurred further by the lustful gaze, Twilight teetered on the edge. She pinched her eyes tight, shutting out all but that image. Then she thrust her hips one final time with enough force to plow the pegasus face-first into the pillow. Even the bed lurched an inch. With that, she loosed a sharp cry as a wave of pleasure crashed upon her mental shores, washing away her thoughts. All but one—breed.

A hot blast of cum flooded Rainbow’s tight cunt, milking the alicorn for all she was worth. Squeeze, twitch, and burning—her sensitive member drowned in those sensations until Twilight thought she may lose her mind. But before long, her senses dulled. As the orgasmic haze over her mind receded, she let out a small, pleased sigh making Rainbow’s ear twitch once more. “That’s it. Get pregnant with our foal, Dashie,” she whispered, her eyes drifting closed.

The pegasus’ ears perked and her eyes shot open once the sweet murmur registered through her own mental fog. With a swift buck, her hind end soared overhead, and she threw Twilight off her.

Twilight’s cock slipped free, and Twilight toppled onto the bed with a flop. When things settled, she searched around the room. A shadow over her caught her eye, her lover the one looming, glowering down like an ursa major woken early from a nap.

“Are you serious?” Rainbow hissed through grit teeth; her eyes narrowing like a laser right into Twilight’s. She pulled her burning gaze for a moment down between her legs as a lone drop of Twilight’s seed fell freely onto her lover’s softening cock. “This stuff better not be working, Twilight!” she snapped as she shoved her anger back into Twilight’s face once more with a burning scowl.

Twilight shrank back into the sheets. “It’s not. I just—”

“There’s no ‘just,’ okay?” Rainbow stomped her hoof on the mattress, shaking the bed. After a moment, her look softened, betraying the small quiver in her pupils. “This is the second time you’ve scared me like that. I’m seriously going to cut you off from being on top if this is your idea of a joke.”

“I-it’s not a joke.” Twilight clapped her forehooves quietly together twice, then rolled them across one another. “We are both mares, and I happen to…” Her face tinting red in the dim light of the moon spilling in from the window. “I think the idea of us impregnating one another is erotic,” she finally muttered with a slight chuckle.

“You get off on it?” Rainbow pressed a hoof to her forehead as she collapsed next to Twilight. “You’re killin’ me, Twi,” she finally said after catching her breath. “I mean, I’m about to have a heart attack here over a throwaway line for your fantasy.”

“It’s not an entirely throwaway line.” Twilight propped herself up, placing a hoof on Rainbow’s belly. Silently she traced circles in her lover’s fur as a small smile came across her lips. “I mean, I would like to have—”

Immediately Rainbow shoved a hoof in Twilight’s face. “Nope!” Tossing Twilight’s hoof off her, she rolled over onto her opposite side with an audible humph. “Just gonna nip that in the bud right now. Light’s enough of a hoofful for us between you being a princess and me being a Wonderbolt. Another kid’s just going to complicate things.”

“That’s not true!” Twilight put her hoof on Rainbow’s shoulder, pulling her back, but the pegasus proved more sturdy than a mountain. So Twilight instead slid her hoof over Rainbow’s belly once more and pressed her chest to her back. “Light’s been a blessing in our lives, and I know another foal would be too.”

“This is way too heavy right before bed, and I’m already in a bad mood after that stunt you pulled.” With the maturity of a filly, Rainbow wrapped her hooves around her head, smashing her ears flat.

A purple aura flooded her vision, and soon pried the pegasus’ hooves up enough for her ears to unfurl. “Rainbow, I know how much you’d be happy if we had a little pegasus foal.”

“I don’t want to talk about it tonight,” Rainbow said in a flat tone as her eye twitched.

“Don’t be like that, Dashie,” Twilight replied with a sweet voice. A tone so sugary she could have opened her own confectionery, and one that Rainbow was all too weary of. She shook free of Twilight’s magic and slammed her head down into the mattress once more.

Without even a single word, Rainbow shrugged Twilight’s leg off and slid closer to the edge of the bed. “How about you drop it instead and we just go to sleep before one of us gets more upset,” she finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Rainbow Dash, there’s no reason to act like that!”

In a blur, Rainbow whipped around to look Twilight in the eyes. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize I was supposed to be thrilled after you scared me to death and then tell me you were only half-joking. I swear, if I take a pregnancy test and it’s positive, you’re going to get—” she let out a low growl “ —something. I don’t know what yet, but it’ll be bad.” As fast as she looked at Twilight, she turned her back on her.

“You’re overreacting.”

“I’m overreacting? How do I know you’re not planning to spring a surprise bun in my oven on me?” Rainbow glared back over her shoulder.

Twilight glared back, an almost physical pain shooting through her heart. “Do you really think I’d get one of us pregnant without the other’s consent?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Rainbow muttered just loud enough for Twilight to hear. She then slammed her shoulder down into the mattress one final time, turning her back on Twilight again.

Twilight only stared slack-jawed at Rainbow’s back, until what eventually felt like hours passed. All the while her mind was abuzz with white noise. Something should have been said—to break the silence—but the words wouldn’t form in her mind let alone leave her lips. At some point, the soft snores from Rainbow Dash told her it was too late, and eventually, her eyes too fell closed, reluctantly surrendering to sleep.

A small bubble formed in the small, yellowish goop puddle, slowly rising to the surface. Hissing filled the air until the ooze turned a solid white. Crowning the center stood a small golden mound with little black dots of pepper sprinkled. Wafts of tempting aroma rose slowly upwards, signaling the perfectly fried egg was ready. But rather than pull it from the stove, it sat.

“Twilight?” Spike called, but she only stared down into the pan.

“Twilight?” he called again as he pushed his stool over to the stove. Once he climbed atop he saw the edges of the egg had a slight brown tinge. “I think it’s done, Twilight.”

She didn’t respond.

Spike rolled his eyes and waved his hand in front of the dazed princess’ face.

Suddenly Twilight jumped back with a gasp, nearly toppling over onto her haunches. In a flurry, she whipped her eyes around the kitchen finding only a concerned dragon tapping his foot on a stool. “Spike, don’t startle me like that,” she said with a slight sting as she furrowed her brow.

He shrugged and hopped down from the stool. “Then don’t burn the eggs. You know Light won’t touch them if they’re burnt.”

Twilight turned her nose up at Spike. Her horn lit, the soft magenta of her magic grabbing the pan by the handle and whisking it off the active burner. Another aura appeared around the burner dial, turning it until it said off and the flame snuffed soon after. “I’m her mother, Spike. I’m well aware of what she likes and won’t touch.” As she snatched a plate and placed the egg on it, she stuck her tongue out at the dragon.

Spike rolled his eyes again. “Yeah, Rainbow says the same thing when she burns the eggs.”

Words started to form on Twilight’s tongue but soon petered out as what Spike said took hold. A frown formed on her face, which she told herself was simply at the mention of Rainbow’s name rather than the fact she made the same mistake as the offending pony. Their fight still hung fresh in her mind, and just mentioning Rainbow was enough to boil her blood.

Narrowing her gaze again, Twilight pointed to the doorway. “Just go sit down,” she ordered, and Spike marched out shortly at her behest. Once the dragon was out of her mane, she let out a sigh. Her gaze shifted where he left to a cluster of four plates—three held eggs and toast while the remainder was a simple bowl of oatmeal.

“Keep it together through breakfast, Twilight,” she muttered as she stepped over to the refrigerator. Inside the bottle of milk soon levitated out by her magic to accompany the family’s breakfast. After pouring four glasses, she levitated the meals up and out of the kitchen trotting out behind. She set each meal in front of its owner and took a seat next to Rainbow.

Their eyes met for a moment, then Rainbow rolled hers and buried her gaze down into her plate.

Twilight chewed her lower lip for a second, turning her sights to Spike and Light. “Well, dig in,” she said prying the corners of her mouth up.

“The eggs are burnt,” the small filly said poking the edge of the whites with the tip of her fork.

“They’re not burnt,” Twilight replied furrowing her brow. “Now eat.” With maternal authority, she pointed her spoon down at the eggs on her daughter’s plate like a judging banging a gavel.

The filly’s gaze fell to where her mother pointed. The barely brown edges of her otherwise pristine egg caused her nose to scrunch. “They’re burnt,” she repeated, turning her eyes to Rainbow.

Payers of a different answer were soon squashed. “They’re fine, squirt.” Rainbow glanced over to Spike. “Now eat up or else Spike’s going to eat them first.” A small smirk crept across Rainbow’s face.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of his name.

Just then the filly’s eyes lit up and she snapped her head to Spike. “I bet I can eat faster than you!” she spat out the words faster than the crack of a whip. Ears perked with a big smile plastered on her face, she bounced idly in her seat.

“No.” Twilight narrowed her eyes at Light. “Meals aren’t a race, Light,” she said, taking a bite of her oatmeal.

“It’s just a little fun, Twi.”

“And that little fun might cause her to choke, Rainbow.” Her narrowed gaze turned to a stern glare when she shot her sights over at Rainbow. “Besides, it’s rude and I don’t want her doing it.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes but nodded. When she met Light’s wide, pleading gaze, she threw her forelegs up. “No racing at the table.”

A slight quiver ran through Light’s lower lip. “Spike started it.”

Twilight cleared her throat. “No, your father started it,” she corrected, still keeping her glare locked on Rainbow.

A challenge issued, and Rainbow took it with gusto as she locked eyes with Twilight. The two glared fiercely at one another, while she took another bite of her eggs.

Spike cleared his throat. “I just remembered I had something to do in the library. I’ll just go finish up breakfast in there.” He gathered his plate and glass of milk, then hopped down off his chair.

Once Spike left the room, Light stared at the empty doorway with envious eyes. Sheepishly she turned back to face her parents, still locked in a staring contest. “I’m done,” Light said poking the remains of her eggs with her fork.

Without even pulling her eyes from Twilight, Rainbow pointed firmly at Light’s plate. “Two more bites,”

With another jab at the rubbery egg white, the filly groaned. Two swift scoops of her fork made their way up and shoveled into her mouth. After that, she set the fork down. “Now?”

“Go ahead,” Twilight nodded, the first between the two to break eye contact. “You did a good job.” She flashed the filly a proud smile.

Ears perked once more and Light puffed out her chest. “Alright, I’m going to go see what Spike’s up to!” she said as she hopped down from her seat and raced out of the room.

Once the door fell closed behind her, Twilight turned her gaze back to Rainbow. She took another bite of her oatmeal and with a soft nod, motioned for her to speak.

Rainbow licked her lips, an annoyed smile spreading across her face as she did. “I’d ask what’s gotten up your butt, but I already know. So you’re not going to let last night go?” she finally asked slamming her fork down onto the table.

Chew, chew, chew, and finally swallow, Twilight slowly levitated a napkin to her lips. She dabbed the corners of her mouth meticulously as she ran her eyes over Rainbow’s face. The irritation in Rainbow’s expression burned brighter with each and every passing moment until Twilight finally set the napkin down. “You said some hurtful things last night.”

“I said some hurtful things?” Rainbow scoffed. “I can’t even trust you in the bedroom right now, and I’m a fault here?”

“The fact that you don’t trust me is precisely what’s hurtful!”

“Yeah, making an offhoof comment about knocking me up right after you blew your load inside me, I’d say that’s reason enough to be a little mistrusting, Twilight.”

“And I told you I would never let either of us get pregnant without a discussion beforehoof. What’s wrong with an honest discussion anyway, Rainbow Dash?” Twilight asked, a small frown forming on her lips once more.

“Uh?” She placed her hoof to her chin and glanced skyward for a moment, then snapped her gaze right back to Twilight. “Maybe the part where I already said no?” She rolled her eyes and snatched her glass of milk for a quick gulp.

“That’s not a discussion!” Twilight shoved her chair back, standing up and gathering her bowl of oatmeal in her magic. “I want to weigh the pros and cons, get your opinions and feelings—not just a no!” Twilight’s eyes fell to the floor as she placed a hoof on her forehead. “You know, the stuff we didn’t get a chance to discuss when we had Morning Light?” she added in a soft, quivering voice.

Another scoff as Rainbow rolled her eyes again. She leaned back in her seat. “For cryin’ out loud. Everything doesn’t have to be so complicated.” she waved her hoof dismissively. “Maybe saying ‘I don’t want another foal’ just means I don’t want to have another foal?”

Twilight let out a single harsh laugh. “And again you’re lying to me!”

“I’m not lying!”

“You’re telling me you don’t want to have another foal? A pegasus filly you can teach to fly and maybe follow in your hoofsteps someday?” She raised an eyebrow watching the pegasus closely. “Train her personally to become a Wonderbolt?” Slowly she leaned in closer, presenting her ear for Rainbow’s answer.

Rainbow bit her lower lip, eyes searching around the room for a moment. It was plain as day she was looking for some answer amidst the aether. Finally, she sucked in a quick breath and loosed a harsh laugh. Chortles punctuated when she shoved hard into the table pushing her chair out. “Look, would it be nice if we had another kid who happened to be a pegasus?” She shrugged. “Sure, I’d like that, but Light’s perfect in my book.” She then pointed a hoof right at Twilight. “But I don’t feel like I need to have another kid to mold into a mini-me like you.”

Twilight blinked a few times. “Wait, what?” Her voice jumped in pitch and volume as she slammed a hoof into the floor.

“Come on, Twi.” Rainbow brushed it off with a small wave of her hoof. “You’re drilling a three-year-old on magic, keeping her to a strict schedule, and hovering around her non-stop when you’re not too busy with princess stuff. If that’s not you trying to make her be like you, then I don’t know what is.”

Twilight’s jaw dropped. “I-I…”

“Look, I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but I don’t need another foal to feel like I’m passing on something. Besides, Light’s lovin’ being the lone kid in the house.” Rainbow stood up and walked around the table. As she passed, she placed a hoof on the stunned mare’s shoulder giving her an all-too-pleased smile. “Anyway I’ve got to go to work, okay? I’ll see you tonight.” Before Twilight could fully grasp the situation, Rainbow gave her a quick peck on the cheek and rushed for the door.

As the sounds of hooves leaving the room pulled Twilight back to the dining room, she held out a hoof. “W-wait, Rainbow!” she called, shaking her head one more time. “That’s so full of crap and you know it! And besides I want another one!”

Rainbow stopped at the doorway, staring back at Twilight with jaw agape. Moments passed until she finally managed to take a strained breath. Shortly after she spit it out as a hard groan. “Damn it, Twilight!”

“Fine! Just go to work.” She waved her hoof dismissively and sighed. “We’ll talk about it later, alright? You’re not getting off the hook that easily.”

“I’ll show her,” Twilight muttered under her breath as she stormed down the hallway of the castle. “Saying I’m making our daughter just like me?” She slammed her hoof into her chest with a loud thud. A tremor racked her voice and a shot of dull pain followed, but she ignored that. “So what if I want Morning Light to have a structured, challenging education from an early age? That’s not me forcing her to be like me!”

“And after she told me—when she was teaching me to fly—how much she wished she could also teach Light to fly!” When she turned the corner letting out a voice-cracking growl. A few steps later she came to a stop before a towering blue crystal door with a purple star-pattern etched trim. “I’ll show her,” she repeated as she placed a hoof softly against the door. “I’ll show her just how not-strict I can be!”

The towering crystalline door swung open in a flash, slamming into the wall with a thunderous crash. Spike instinctively snatched the bookshelf with a claw, his body falling back, but somehow managing to keep his feet on the rung of the ladder. Annoyed, he glanced over his shoulder to find Twilight standing in the doorway with a wide stance. The mare’s ears lay flat, jaw stiff, and eyes narrowed fiercely as she scanned the room—almost like a manticore on the prowl.

Twilight’s eyes fell upon Starlight Glimmer standing at a center table just below the ladder with Spike. In front of her, with a book on the table, was Light. Starlight stared back at Twilight with her head cocked to the side and eyebrow raised.

“Mom?” Light asked first.

“Uh, everything alright, Twilight?” Starlight asked.

The alicorn’s eyes dropped from Starlight to the filly in front of her. “Morning Light,” she said then sucked in a lungful of air. As she exhaled, the rigid stance she took loosened and a smile forced its way on her lips. “How would you like to get out with mommy today? You know, instead of sitting in this dusty old library?” she asked with a syrupy tone.

Starlight and Spike exchanged glances. “She’s been replaced by a changeling,” they said in unison, looking back at Twilight with a cautious glance.

The accusation returned a stern glare to Twilight’s face primed right at Starlight and then Spike. “I have not been replaced by a changeling.”

“I don’t know.” Spike flipped around where he stood and took a seat on the ladder rung. Scratching his chin, he looked Twilight over from top to bottom. “Skipping out on a lesson isn’t exactly something Twilight would do.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “What’s so wrong with wanting to spend time with my daughter outside an academic setting?”

Swiftly covering her mouth, Starlight chuckled softly. “Because everything with you is an academic setting?” When she noticed Twilight’s glare back on her, she shrunk back.

The alicorn’s smile fell flat. “Well, today’s different. We’re going to go to the park and have some fun. Rainbow’s not the only one with whom she can have fun, you know.”

“She’s just better at it,” Spike shrugged as she swung around once more to slide down the ladder.

“Look,” Twilight said rolling her eyes. “Mommy-daughter day. It’s happening,” she added flatly. “Starlight?” A hoof fell in Starlight’s direction followed by a flick of Twilight’s gaze to the door. With a jerk of said hoof, she added, “Go do friendship things. I think Fluttershy might need help with her animals.”

Heading out the door, Starlight gave a weak nod. As she passed, she gave Light a small pat on the head accompanied by a smile at the filly. “And if she doesn’t?”

“Then take the day off.” Twilight eyes turned to the smart-mouthed dragon snickering at Starlight’s expense. “Spike?” she asked grabbing his attention once Starlight was out of the room. “Why don’t you go over to Rarity’s. I’m sure she needs your help with something.”

“Like what?” he asked

Twilight let out a low groan. “It’s Rarity. I’m sure she has some dress line she’s working on. And you can go be an extra set of claws, which she’ll both appreciate and probably reward you for.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her as he rounded the table. “Geez, what’s up with you this morning.”

“Marital problems,” she muttered as her horn sparked to life. A magical aura appeared behind Spike’s back and shoved the dragon towards the door. “And now I’ve got to prove a point to Rainbow, which requires Light and I spending some quality time together outside of a book. Kapeesh?”

Fruitlessly, Spike swatted his arms at the cloud of magic. “Fine, just stop pushing me! I’ll go!” When the cloud vanished, he fell on his keester. He shot an annoyed glare up at Twilight then brushed himself off and climbing to his feet. “You could’ve just asked,” he muttered as he left the room.

Twilight turned her attention to the quivering mess of dark rainbow mop poking up from behind the book. With a sigh, she started around the massive circular crystal table. "Was Starlight helping you read?" she asked in a sweet tone once more.

The rainbow mop shook up and down, still hiding behind her book.

"You’ll have to thank her." As Twilight was almost halfway around the table, Light dashed in the opposite direction. The book and rainbow mane bobbed as she scurried, holding it up as a makeshift barrier wobbling in a flickering magenta aura. Twilight cracked a smile, and with a blinding flash of purple light, she was gone.

Light lowered the book, eyes darting around the library for her mother. When she saw neither hide nor hair, her ears dared to lift for just a moment. "Mom?" she asked.

Suddenly someone tapped her shoulder softly, and the filly jumped into the air with a shriek.

"Gotcha," Twilight said with a pleased smirk. Snatching the filly mid-leap, she hoisted her higher with her magic. Like a tornado, she spun Light around. Delighted shrieks echoed through the library, but as suddenly as she whirled her around, Twilight stopped Light right at the tip of her nose.

Light tried to catch up as the room continued to spin around her, a dopey grin on her face the whole while. Finally, she viciously shook her head and her smirk vanished, flung off in the tousle it seemed. "Am I in trouble?" she asked in a soft voice.

Twilight tilted her head, a frown forming on her lips. "Why would you be in trouble?"

"You seem mad," Light folded her ears back once more, shrinking as small as she could in her mother’s magical grip, like a wilting flower in the intense heat of the sun.

Twilight laughed again and pressed the tip of her nose to Light’s. The filly loosened in her magical embrace, pushing Twilight’s muzzle away with a hoof. “You’ve been doing such a good job, I thought you earned a break today.”

The filly tilted her head. “But I thought you wanted me to practice levitation.”

“Well," Twilight said as she looked up and off to the side. "If you don’t want to go to the park, I guess we can practice levitation.”

Light squeaked, shaking her head back and forth like her life depended on it. “I want to go!”

Flashing a smile, Twilight flipped the Filly over her head, plopping her safely between her wings. “That’s what I thought.” She started for the door. “First the park, and then we can have a treat.”

“Then can we read a story?” Light shoved off her mom’s back just enough to get her hind end in the air.

“And then a story,” Twilight said with a chuckle. As they left the room, she took a deep breath. “Then we’ll see what Rainbow has to say,” she added soft enough so Light wouldn’t hear.