Hearth's Warming Hearts on High

Chapters

Reintroduction
The Incident
Up Close and Personal

Reintroduction

Clutching the note in your hand, you make your way back to the place where it all began. That old neon sign still flickered in the night even after all this time, no matter what you tried to do, the damn thing seemed to fully work. Slipping the key from your sweater pocket, the old and worn key fits snugly into the keyhole of the front door, only requiring a subtle jiggle to make it slip in the full way. A soft click comes from the mechanism, unlocking the almost forgotten bar for the first time in months.

You slink inside, turning on the lights as you come down the stairs and into the main room. The old lights flicker to life, humming quietly as you see just how wreck the place was. Though, aside from a few smashed chairs, tables and a hole in the wall, all the blood seemed to be gone. Taking a deep breath, you limp inside and get to cleaning.

A few months back, a deadly bar fight broke out right here, inside Moxies bar. Luckily you were on staff that night, but… Shivering slightly as you eye the smashed table where it all started. Poor Moxie, she would never see out of her eye again, but you seemed to get off worse if the subtle limp and vacant stare was any indication. It turned out, somepony had slept with another stallions wife, a fight broke out and a knife soon found its way into the mix.

Moxie lost her right eye, you lost most of the feeling in your left leg, and the cheater?... Well, he won’t be putting his bits into another mare again. The attacker never got the chance to stand trial either, his blood on your hands after that nightmarish night. But not one ounce of regret came from you about it now, maybe it’s what turned you into a cold individual? Who knows....

It was shortly after this fight that Moxie gave up ownership of the bar to you. Her fiancée was very upset that she had gotten hurt, even going as far as to blame you for what happened. But, Moxie shut her down really quick. Claiming you had saved her life despite the injuries to yourself. Staggering into the bar, you hiss in pain, wincing as you washed down the bartop. She thanked you over and over for everything that you’d done, despite losing her ability to see out of one eye. You swore you’d return the bar to its former glory, making it even better than ever before. That’s what brought you here on Hearth's Warming Eve, along with the false hope to meet Tempest once again.

It’s been almost a year since you’d seen her, the mare had left shortly before you awoke, leaving only a simple note that you’d held onto for the entire time.

Dear…. I never got your name, did I?

It pains me deeply to write this, even as I watch you sleep peacefully on the couch where we consummated our love… And I do love you, even though I’d only known you for such a short time. But, I cannot stay. I have things I need to do, wrongs that I need to right. Ponies who I’ve hurt for all eternity that I need to beg for forgiveness from. So, with this, I must leave at the first crack of dawn… I… I love you, with all my heart. You’ve shown me others do care about me, and I will never forget that, ok? In one years time… Meet me back at the place where this all started.

Your love, Tempest Shadow. (Fizzie)

The tear stains at the end of the note never fully dried, looking as wet as the morning when you awoke to find yourself alone, no purple unicorn in sight. You searched Canterlot for a few days afterwards before finally giving up. She said she had to leave, make things right to those she had wronged in the past. But to return here, to Moxies bar in a years time. Hearth’s Warming Eve.

So here you were, cleaning and preparing a bar that was closed for months just for one mare. Kinda silly when you thought about it, but you couldn’t pass up the chance to maybe see her one more time. It was shortly after ten pm that the door opened, a hushed voice seemed to scold another pony and hoofsteps echoed down the stairs.

You groan out loud, probably just a pair of drunks you’d have to kick out. With your dreams dashed, you scrubbed the bartop harder for just a moment before throwing the cloth into the sink behind you. “Welcome to Moxies bar, sorry, but we’re clos-” You don’t get to finish the sentence as you spot the one pony you cared to see right now.

Tempest Shadow, Fizzlepop Berrytwist, it didn’t matter her name. There she was, looking largely the same, aside from no longer wearing the black spandex suit she had before. She was nude, aside from a simple saddlebag. Though this wouldn’t normally shock you, but seeing her standing there for the first time in a whole year was like a slap to the face in and of itself. Her eyes were wide, locked to yours as she started to tremble.

But, what really kicked you in the chest, was a tiny filly on her back. What was almost a spitting image of her mother, albeit with lighter colours, the small pony peered around Fizzle’s neck. Her mane was more limp hanging, almost like a brushed over mohawk. Her coat was a light mulberry pink only darkening as it neared her hooves, and a pair of deep brown eyes started up at you with wonder, ones that seemed a bit… Familiar.

“Your name. Please tell me your name, love.” Tempest’s voice sounds just like you remember, though it’s different when she’s softly pleading. Your eyes meet hers again and you utter a single word.

“…”

With no hesitation she sniffles, wiping a tear away with the back of her hoof. “… I love it. Meet our daughter, Sparkler.” Did you just hear her right? There was no way she could be yours, right? Hobbling from behind the bar, you stare at the two with wide eyes. Tempest notices very quickly you seem to be in pain, rushing to your side in an instant. “W-what happened?”

Holding up a trembling hand, you once again look down at the small foal sitting atop the mares back. The filly looks up at you curiously, her head tilting to the side before reaches towards you with her forelegs. “Dada?” A purple hoof rests on your chest, making your attention snap to Tempest.

“She's yours my love. Ours. I-I'm sorry I was never able to tell you.” Sadly sniffling, Tempest buries her muzzle into your neck, holding onto you tightly.

To be honest, you're not sure how to react. The mare you fell for, comes back a year later with a child she's claiming to be yours. But there is no doubt, Sparkler has your eyes and smile. Almost a cheeky little grin at that. Grabbing the filly with your hands, the little unicorn babbles happily while you bring her to your chest.

Snuggling into your sweater, Sparkler sucks on her soother sleepily. “I shouldn't have kept her awake for so long. We just got back in town and I… I hoped you remembered to be here.” Tempest strokes the foals mane, gazing up into your eyes. “I... I'm sorry I left for so long. But I did a lot of thinking, a-and I have something I need to do.”

Taking a shaky and deep breath, the unicorn lowers her stance, almost, bowing? Eyes wide, your heart rushes to your throat, seeming to cut off the supply of air. “Temp-"

“Fizzlepop. Call me Fizzlepop. That is my true name, and I want to be nothing but honest with you, from now on till the day that I pass away.” Pulling a small black box from the side of her saddlebags, she opened it before offering it to you. “You've captured my heart in a way that no stallion ever has before. I slipped into love with you, when our eyes met for the first time. And, that magical night, when our daughter was conceived, I know you were the only being in the whole world for me. Will you be my mate? My stallion? My love, forever and always?”

A simple gold band rests in the small box, shining dully under the low light. There is little more than a moment to hesitate before you nod. “Yes. Of course I will, you beautiful mare.” Taking the ring, you slip it snugly onto your left ring finger. Fizzlepop squees loudly and throws her forelegs around you, hugging tightly.

“Oh thank you, Faust thank you so much.” When the mare hugs you, her lips find yours in an electric kiss. That mere moment felt like it lasted an eternity, mostly because it took your breath away. But Fizzlepop doesn't relent, her lips are eager for more kisses as she pushes forward. Tongue sliding out to gently push your own lips apart as she explores your untouched mouth once more. Clutching the foal snuggly, your freehand cups her cheek, feeling her chiseled muzzle under your palm. Tongues battle for dominance, the only sounds being your shared muffled breaths and moans.

Soon though, you can't keep up and need to pull back for air. Panting, she shares your breath. When you exhale she inhales, her warm breath floods your face and nose when you go to inhale. It's a bit odd, but intoxicating nonetheless. Those dark opal eyes look up at you half lidded, lost in the heat of the moment. “I love you.”

Those three words, the simplest way to show affection for another, but they mean the world over to you. “I love you too.” It slips from your lips with no regret, as natural as saying good morning to somepony. The love for this mare deep inside seems to reignite, making your cheeks flush red.

But a loud rumbling noise breaks the silence, Fizzlepop jumping a bit in embarrassment, looking down at her slender stomach. “Oh, looks like I'm hungry. Sorry.” Running her hoof through her mane, Fizzlepop laughed awkwardly. “I didn't stop for food on the way here. I just had to see you as soon as I could.”

Hugging her, you kiss her neck. “Let's go home, I’ll cook some dinner.” Whispering into her ear, the unicorn shivers before nodding.

“That sounds lovely, take us home my love.” Fizzlepop gives you a kiss on your nose before turning back towards the stairs, only eyeing the damaged room for a few seconds. “You got hurt, didn't you?” She asked softly, her eyes growing wide as you limped up to stand beside her.

“I did, though… I'll tell you about it after dinner, ok? It's kind of a rough subject.” As if sensing your unease, Fizzlepop nuzzled your leg tenderly

“I'll be here for you. I'll never leave your side ever again.”

A shared smile, the mare stopping at the top of the staircase to grab her jacket and blanket for Sparkler. Your eyes trailing up her magnificent tail, slender legs and to her uncovered plot. Lingering for a moment, you push those thoughts aside and grab the door knob. Once she was sure both herself and the foal were ready to go, you opened the door and stepped out into the cold night. The sky was clouded, darkening the city even more as snow gently fell down upon the empty streets. The large flakes, muffling the sound of party goers in the night and making the whole city seem tranquil.

Lifting her front left hoof towards you, your fingers wrapped around it lovingly as you lead her home. Your home.OUR, home. All of ours. The young filly was out like a light, sleeping blissfully unaware that you were watching her. Snoring quietly, Sparkler held onto your chest as tightly as her little hooves could. Laying a kiss upon her forehead, you can't help yourself from feeling the overwhelming sense of pride that fills you.

“She's beautiful. Such a precious little foal.” Clutching her tightly, not wanting to ever let her go, you hobble slowly down the street where home was. Numerous coloured lights dotted the houses around the block, garland and tinsel line the railings of staircases and around windows to some of the houses. The faint sound of ponies caroling from across the street fills the snowy air, the sidewalk slowly getting buried under a blanket of untouched snow.

“And she’s ours, love.” Resting her head on your side, Fizzlepop manages to keep a normal stride even with three hooves on the ground. Giving her hoof a small squeeze, your thumb gently runs over her soft fur.

You don’t feel the need to respond, actions do speak louder than words and you hold her tightly and never let go. Not like you’d ever want to let go of her again anyways. The gold band around your finger is proof of that, the cool metal constantly reminding you of the commitment you just made. “You know, we still never went on that date yet, Fizzie.”

Your eyes meet hers, a small grin spreading across her muzzle. “Then maybe we need to rectify that, hmm?” Your retort dies in your throat as you walk up the stairs to your house, having to let go of her hoof to grab the key from your pocket. Sliding it into the lock, the door opens and you let Fizzlepop step inside first.

The dark house is silent, almost as frigid as the outside air, as you step inside. Quickly flicking on the hallway light, you step around the tall unicorn and head into the living room. “Here, let me get a fire going.” Old wooden floors creak under the weight as you cross the room to the far wall. Bending down with the sleeping foal in your arm, you place a few pieces of kindling into the empty fireplace. Striking a match, you nurse the flame until the tinder burns openly.

As you sat watching the fire burn, you hear Fizzlepop make her way behind you and…. The mare pushes her nose into the hair on the back of your head, taking a deep breath while inhaling your scent. “Mmmm, I’ve missed your smell, my love.” Soft lips touch the skin on the nape of your neck, head tilting to the side as she continued to lovingly nuzzle you.

With the flame now burning strongly, a couple of bigger logs are thrown in for good measure. “I’ve missed you too, a lot honestly.” You didn’t mean for that so sound as bitter as it did, but the damage was done you knew. The mare whimpered and nuzzled you harder, a foreleg wrapping tightly around your shoulders. “I’m sorry, it’s just… It’s been a rough year without you. I was always worried you’d never come back to me honestly.”

Suddenly, she grabs your chin with her hoof and turns you, your gaze locked on her eyes. The shimmering pupils dart between your own before she speaks. “It’s not your fault at all, I-I should have told you. I should hav-" Cutting the string of words with a simple kiss, the only sound filling the air is the occasional pop and crackle from the fire.

“You did what you thought was right, and no one can blame you for that.” Gently caressing her cheek with a thumb, both of your eyes make their way to the bundle of sleeping pony cradled delicately against your chest. “I just wish I could've been there to see her born.”

Any stem of regret is instantly pushed away when Fizzlepop laps the single tear that you never felt, run down your cheek. “Well, we can make up for that. You can be there for her first birthday, her first day of school, her…” As the list goes on and on, that welling pride in your chest grows more and more before it's almost too much to handle. “... And you will be there for the first time she says “I love you Daddy,” you're going to be the most wonderful father in Equestria.”

That was the final piece to break the dam, with a hefty shudder you can't help but silently sob. “I-I will, I'll be the best damned father I can be.” Fizzlepop hugs you close, cheek against cheek as you share a fallen tear together.

“I know you will be, love.”

The three souls sit there, rejoined at last after such a long time. But, you have a duty to fulfill with your mare. “I'm going to start supper, can you watch Sparkler?” Offering the tiny foal, Fizzlepop takes her with a small nod. Laying a final kiss on her forehead, you take your leave into the small kitchen.

Not a moment was wasted, you knew exactly what to make her. Something warm, and filling. A meal filled with nutrients so that her and Sparkler would be taken care of. This was your family after all. Setting a large fryer pan onto the stove, the heat gets turned on and a little bit of oil is drizzled into the metal dish. With practiced movements and a good memory, it didn't take long to grab all the ingredients from the fridge and pantry. A bag of long grain rice, broccoli, peppers, mushrooms and all the rest were gathered onto the counter in front of you. A few bottles and some spices lay off to the side, ready to be mixed with the food for a taste you hope will blow her mind.

But enough thinking about it, the sound of the oil starting to boil brings your attention back to the matter at hand. Sure, you were no five star chef, but the time you spent helping Moxie recover helped you learn how to cook a hundred times better than you could before. The maroon mare gave you little tips and tricks to help you around the kitchen. Plus adding on the dexterity and flexibility of your hands and arms, you quickly caught on and could make some really delicious meals.

Hell, the last time you even ordered takeout, was when the police told you and Moxie the bar was ready to reopen. Though, that was two months ago at the least, it's taken quite some time for either of you to even want to step hoof or foot near that place. It just brought back way to many dark memories…

The smell of the stir fry filled the air, a gentle steam wafting upwards from the hot pan as the mix sizzled. Grabbing a slice of tofu; as a substitute for meat it was by far the best, you cut it up into little cubes and drop them into the pan as well. The flavoured little blocks tasted something akin to barbecue sauce, making them mix well with the rest of the stir fry.

With a large pot of rice thoroughly cooked and the rest looking delectable, you turn heel and walk into the archway to the living room. What lay there on the living room rug, broke your heart and made you slightly aroused to be honest. Curled in a small half circle, Fizzlepop was smiling, watching as Sparkler nursed from her teats softly. The mares swollen breasts jiggled subtly, while the small filly drank the life giving milk from them. Eyes closed and forehooves tucked against her chest, Sparkler drank greedily as you both watched on.

Opening your mouth, words failed to come to mind, so you just decided to wait a few more moments before ruining the scene before you. But it seemed your mare heard you as she slowly turned her head towards the archway. “Is dinner ready?” Ears flicking gently, the unicorn smiled softly and nodded as she watched you nod. “Let me just finish up here, and I’ll be right in, ok?”

“Sounds good baby.”

A small blush spreads across her cheeks before you head back into the kitchen. Grabbing a few plates from the cupboards, the meal is placed lovingly on each one before they’re put onto an off white table. It doesn’t take long before the sound of hoofsteps enter the room and a small kiss is placed onto your cheek. Fizzlepop smiles, pulling out one of the spare chairs to place the sleeping foal onto it. Her opal eyes looked over the meal laid out before the two of you with wonder. “Oh wow, this looks delectable. I didn’t know you could cook.”

Pulling out her chair for her, you wait for Fizzlepop to sit down before you do the same across from her. “Well, after that… Incident, I took care of Moxie; whos my boss, for a few months following it. She taught me quite a bit, plus I managed to pick a few things up here and there.”

After taking a delicate bite, Fizzlepop closed her eyes with a hearty moan. “Oh Faust, this is delicious~” A large grin quickly spreads across your face. Not that you could help it, her praising words forcing a small blush to spread across your cheeks. The mare was quick to notice the pink tinge, pointing a hoof towards you. “You know, you look pretty cute when you blush.”

Smirking, she took another bite and let out another soft moan of contentment. “I'm glad you're enjoying it that much, Fizzle.” Though attempting to keep the conversation going, you soon find yourself stumbling for something to say. “I uh, I made it with a lotta heart?” Her eyes meet yours, before she gives off a small snort, covering her muzzle with a hoof. “Sorry if that sounded as lame for you, as it did for me.”

The expression on her face was well worth the bit of embarrassment from such a dumb line, but it seemed Fizzlepop liked it. “It sounded fine, a little cheesy, but I got what you meant.” A small smile, that loving gaze as she dipped her head to once again take another bite was like a slice of heaven.

Supper didn’t take much longer, two hungry bellies were now full and your hearts and minds were filled with energy. You soon found yourself on the same couch you both had sex on for the first time just one year ago, lips locked in a fierce embrace. Your precious little Sparkler asleep on the chair beside you both, wrapped up in her blanket like a little pony-burrito. A hoof taps your shoulder before she has to pull back for a deep breath of air. Fizzlepops hot exhale, sweeps across your lips, her teeth nibbling down to your chin. Smooth skin being tickled delicately by her lusciously soft fur, while teeth bite down gently on any bit the mare can get ahold of. Up your jaw and up to your ear for a few moments. Her tongue snaking its way out to give the dangling lobe a few flicks, before Fizzlepop kisses hard down your neck.

The shudder that follows when lips meet collarbone is impossible to hold back, goosebumps run along your arms, making the hairs stand on end. Though not the only thing attempting to stand on end, you repress the want for attention downstairs as to not ruin the moment. Though it seemed like she had different intentions. Her hoof laid carefree across your lap, the soft frog gently pushing against and caressing your covered bulge. “Fizzle…” You begin to say, only to be stopped by her lips meeting yours.

“Shhh my love, let your mate take care of you~” Whispering, as if someone would hear her just in the next room, the unicorn rubbed her hoof up and down, across and back over the growing lump in your pants. Her other hoof joins the first, trailing across your lap before going right for the belt. It's a bit harder with hooves, but Fizzlepop is a smart cookie, and after some fiddling, manages to get the stubborn belt loose then undone. The button comes next, a quick flick of her ankle and it, along with the zipper, are undone as well.

Now you're really feeling it, getting a bit agitated when she pulls on your pants, lifting yourself to help them slide down. With a squee of happiness, you sit there in only your underwear with a proud bulge. Nose replaces hoof, burying itself into the rather sizable tent you're very obviously pitching. “Just as large as I remember.” The mare says more to herself than you, teeth taking hold of the waistband and carefully pulling that up and over the pillar that stood out like a monument for her. Underwear now discarded with your pants, you sit butt naked on the couch with Fizzlepop hovering over your penis, inspecting it like a noble would to some fine wine. A head tilt here, a small sniff there, those dark opal eyes so beautifully shaped look over the pink manhood that rose for her, the thought seeming to push a small smile to her lips. “Such a beautiful thing, I'm such a lucky mare to have this all to myself.” Wrapping her dark hoof around the middle of your meat, Fizzlepop glanced up into your eyes as she started to stroke.

The touch of another, something you've had once before with her but it was oh so long ago. It was different than doing the deed yourself, it was just a stress reliever, something to do when bored maybe or lonely… But right here, right now, this mare jerked your dick for one reason and one reason alone.

To make you feel loved.

And feel loved you did. She was gentle, but firm. Slow and tender, but it felt so fast and wild the way her leg slid up and down your flesh. Your skin drags back and forth over the hard meaty middle, sending pleasurable tingles throughout your groin. Gripping the cushion with your fingers, you spread your legs just a bit wider and lay back against the comfortable couch. The small wet sounds of pre coated skin slipping back and forth filled the room, the naughty sounds of cock getting jerked off is the best way to describe it. Soft moans come from both man and pony, the feeling of her leg, now slick with precum making you shudder, and for Fizzlepop it was the hot throbbing dick that made her murmur, that sweet voice edging you on further.

“Gosh, you're already leaking so much. It's been a while, hasn't it?” Fizzlepop asks, glancing up at you before shifting closer, her torso now pinning your left leg to the couch.

“It's been about since the accident. Which I guess I still haven't told you about.” Pondering for a moment, the mare smiled and reached her neck out to give the wet tip a kiss, slurping from the spring of fluid.

Suppressing a groan, you watch as Tempest rolls your taste around her mouth before smiling. “Tell you what, if you can finish telling me your story before I make you cum. I'll let you put it…” Her head moves up beside yours, her lips almost right inside your ear. “In my ass~ I caught you staring at it earlier, I know it must be a bit weird to see me… Naked. But I seen you staring at my plot. And let's just say, Momma filled out a bit, if you know what I mean.” And you did… You thought it was just your eyes playing tricks but her rear was much wider than before, thick thighs… Foal bearing hips, and big juicy….. Curse you for being an ass man. “Do we have a deal?”

Nodding quickly you agree, as if you could turn that down anyways. Fizzlepop says nothing as she envelops the tip of your spear into her warm and wet maw, tongue coiling around the smooth rod with the swiftest of motions. “S-Shit… Uh, o-ok… It was a few months back, it seemed like any other night at the bar….”

Author's Note

Thanks for taking the time to click on my story and read it, especially during the holidays! The next chapter while missing out on any of the cloppy goodness you've came for, it DOES hold some significance to the history of YOU and Moxie. Read it if you want to, be warned; it contains blood and violence...

If you'd rather not read it, you can skip to the third chapter for the "good stuff" :twilightsmile:

The Incident

It was just at the end of summer, the last weekend before Canterlot University was set to open their doors to ponies, griffins, Yaks and everything in between. As such, the bar was quite packed with University age creatures who were barely old enough to drink, along with the normal patrons and even a few new faces. You just finished serving up what the young mare called a ‘Pornstar Martini’ but at least it wasn't too hard to make. The thing that was hard to ignore was the ‘fuck me eyes’ she made the entire time.

She dropped her bits along with an address scribbled onto a scrap of paper. “That's just in case you wanna come over and let me rock you-” The pale blue mare didn't even get to finish her sentence as you grabbed the bits in one hand, and slid the paper into the trash beside you with the other.

“Sorry, but I'm taken. Hope you enjoy your drink.” You say for what seems like the millionth time, though now it feels like it lost its original meaning and was now nothing more than an excuse. Pouting for a moment, she grabs her drink and turns away, flicking her tail in frustration from getting shot down.

But you barely get time to move on when a thick flank smacks against your thigh. “You ever gonna move on, hon? At this point, I'm starting to think you're just into stallions or something.” Grinning from ear to ear, the pony who shared the name with the establishment, and was also your boss, set a few glasses into the sink to wash them. “You know, you've been telling me about how you slept with Tempest Shadow herself, ever since I went to that party Hearth's Warming Eve… Are you a little jealous that I found somepony? You didn't have your sights set on me, did ya?”

You scoff, a smirk that can't be hidden makes its way across your lips while you can't help but chuckle. “Moxie, if I wanted to get into your bed, A; I'd already have done that. B, you wouldn't look at another mare after I was done with you. And C, well, I don't do my bosses anyways.” The little maroon mare rolls her eyes at the first two, but you catch her attention with the last point.

“Oohho ho! That sounds like you've got some juicy gossip. Spill!” Setting aside the clean glasses, Moxie dried her hooves with a bit of paper towel.

Shaking your head, you take another order from a stallion who just wanted a beer. “Well, let’s just say I’ve seen first hand how that kind of shit can screw you over.” Not meaning for it to sound as dark as it did, you sigh and look down at your boss. “A friend of mine got wrapped up with her boss. He threatened to fire her if she didn't do everything he told her. It got pretty messy by the end of it….”

Sensing your tension, Moxie gives your leg a brief muzzle. “Hey, I'm sorry if I bought up bad memories. But I would never do that to someone I consider a friend.” As if realizing just the implications of her words only moments after they were said, she quickly brushed a tassel of her curled mane away from her face. “Not that we would ever… Y’know.” Blushing hard, Moxie’s muzzle scrunched up and she let out a frustrated sigh. “Never mind. I'm just making a fool out of myself….”

Cupping her cheek, you direct her gaze to yours. “If anyone's making a fool out of themselves, I'd be me. Maybe I should just move on with my life. A year is a long time to wait, I guess.” Although the words came forth, you and Moxie both knew your heart wasn't fully behind it.

“Listen hon, you obviously have your eyes on this mare. And if it really is Tempest herself, and you say she's changed… Well that's good material to start with. You've always had a big heart, and she's really gonna need that.” Taking her words deep, a few moments pass as you contemplate the truth behind them. Standing back up, your eyes scan the room for a few moments before you smile.

“That she will.” The little pony pokes your thigh, chuckling as she grabs another beer from under the counter to pass to one of the regulars that just showed up to the bar. Though the stallion shook his head, slightly buzzed but leaned over the counter with a look of terror.

“Moxie, you gotta kick this guy out before somepony gets hurt!” The blue coated unicorn hisses with wide eyes and rapid speech, almost fumbling over his words as that look of panic even made you uncomfortable. Though Moxie was quick to get serious, the smile wiping off her muzzle faster than snow melting off a hot Hearth.

“Show me him, I'll see it handled.” Giving you only a small nod before stepping out from behind the bar, that was the signal to be prepared to jump in and help if need be. Rarely did ponies need to be shown the door, though the ones that did were usually too shitfaced to properly fight back anyways.

But a feeling of dread came up inside you as the two of them made their way over to a lone pony, who looked like he had far too much to drink. His dark eyes set upon a younger stallion, sharing a laugh with an attractive mare, white wings rustling restlessly at his sides. Wondering just what could possibly be the issue here, you barely had a few moments before the drunk stallion slipped from his stool and stalked his way over to the pair. Although the roar of the crowd drowned out any of his words from making themselves heard in your comparatively less sensitive ears, you still could see and almost feel the sharp bark that came from his mouth.

The the brown coated pony turned, looking off put as the hostile pegasus shot forward and pushed the him onto the table which broke under the sudden weight. A few heads turned, acting like a wave as ponies became aware of the situation, the white noise reducing to whispers and gasps of shock. Luckily, this allowed you to catch just a brief snippet of whatever the white stallion was saying. “-now you bastard!” But before the irate pony could take another step forwards, Moxie pushed herself in between the two. Though, seeing her only seemed to make the pot of anger boil over. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY, THIS DOESN’T CONCERN YOU!” That was very much heard across the entire bar, ponies stepping away to form a wide berth around the three.

But Moxie was used to this kind of thing, though a bit older she could throw down if need be. “Anything that happens in these walls DOES concern me, buddy!” Pushing her hoof into his chest, Moxie pushed the drunk stallion back a few feet. “Now get the fuck out of my bar before I call the guards.” Dropping her stance and head, the mare pretty much snarled to try and intimidate the pegasus…. But whether or not he had any common sense, or just didn’t have anything to lose, he stood his ground.

“That bastard fucked my wife. And I’m going to make sure he never touches another mare again.” Trembling, his eyes wide when a wing quickly flew open, and you only caught the flash of silver for a fraction of a second. It’s not enough for you to warn Moxie, it’s not enough to blink, hell it wasn’t even enough for your heart to drop to the pit of your stomach. In a fit of blind rage, he struck.

It was quick, wing raising up to slash down the hidden blade upon Moxie herself. The bloodcurdling scream of pain filled the room, echoing off the walls and inside of your brain. Forehooves shot up to her face as blood splattered the floor crimson, the maroon mare falling to her side as her screams of pain continued. You’re over the bar in a second, heart racing like a drum as your feet hit the floor and you’re off. Nothing else mattered aside from this dead fucker and Moxie’s wellbeing, his shocked look barely registering in your tunnel visioned mind. Fist comes flying out to hit his muzzle, a deep crunch was felt inside your hand. If it was his face breaking, or your fingers it barely mattered as he was sent smashing through a table and a few stools. The wood splintered and snapped, his body like a rag doll as it tumbled into the wall. You forget about the injured mare behind you and go for the downed stallion, wanting him dead at the forefront of your mind.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” A voice that you couldn’t even tell if it was your own said before digging through the pile of debris to find the pony. But it seems fight or flight reaction, plus the alcohol numbed mind made your retaliation barely faze him. Eyes open, panting for air through a crooked muzzle he waited for the smashed table top to come off him before attacking once more. A lance of pain shot up your left leg before going ice cold, said limb almost giving out from underneath you. Suppressing the yelp of pain that so desperately wanted to come out, your gaze drops to see the rather nice looking knife, buried to the hilt inside of your thigh. Grabbing his right wing tightly, you twist your wrist and as if it was nothing more than a small stick, it snaps in two. This actually seemed to connect to his brain, his body trying to pull back but it’s not enough. Dropping to your knees on top of him, you can’t help but hear his whimpers of pain before you cut them off when your hand wraps around his throat.

Clutching his neck tightly, you begin to choke the pegasus for all your worth. Forehooves wrap around your arm, trying in vain to pull your hand away but it’s no use. Without the proper grip, he does nothing more then scratch at the skin and pull the hairs, only making you squeeze tighter. “Gack, urk aglr!” Is all that can escape from the tight hold, his cheeks turning a tinge of blue before a hindhoof shoots out and hits you square in the gut. If there was one thing about these ponies that gave them an advantage, it was their hindlegs. The kick felt like someone had swing a baseball bat directly into your abdomen, knocking the breath from your lungs in an instant. You fall onto your back, the room coming in and out of focus as the pain only grows.

Tears trickle out of the corners of your eyes, making your vision even more blurry. Groaning in anguish, the adrenaline wears off slightly as the pained sobs from Moxie once again become clear to your ears. “My eye….” Her whimper is quiet, almost suffocated by the sobs of pain. You want to roll over and hold the injured mare, your boss, your first friend in all of Equestria, but it seems that crazy pegasus wasn't finished yet. Retching the blade from your leg none to softly, a fresh surge of pain and wetness coat your thigh.

“I-It wuzzn't suposhed to be thiss way…You shoulda jush sthayed out of it.” Drunken slurring, along with his messed up muzzle made his words a bit hard to hear. But his intentions were clear the moment he stepped away. The original target laid frozen in fear where he was knocked only a minute or so ago, this broken stallion was hell bent on finishing what he started. One step closer, ponies around all took a step back. His good wing held the bloodied blade, drops falling to the floor as dark, glossy eyes rested upon the downed stallion. His wing raised, a deep breath and he shook his head. “Bastard…”

But it seems your body wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. Having regained the precious oxygen that was forced from it, your body rolled, ignoring the searing and almost burning sensation from your now numb leg. You glance at Moxie, blood coating her forehooves that clutched at her eye socket, the flesh sliced back where the blade's edge had effortlessly cut through. This triggered a new anger to flow through your body as you grabbed the unknowing pegasus from behind.

“What?!”

Were the only words he managed to speak, hesitating long enough for you to grab the handle of his weapon to hopefully rip it from his grasp. Luckily feathers seem to not have as good of a grip as your hand does, and in a fast moment you wretch the blade from hiswing. With his weapon now lost, he growls and tries to hit you right in the neck. What happened next… Always felt like a blur. You dodged, he hooked, you pushed, and he kicked… But somehow in that exchange and after he managed to get his hooves around your neck, you ended up plunging the knife right into his chest.

“Gurk!”

A spray of blood filled his mouth, staining the white teeth red as his body shook in your grasp. Those dark eyes, staring hatred, anger, and at the end…. Fear. A single streak of blood seeped from the wound, not even soaking his fur as it trailed down to his belly. Lips trembling, the wounded pony tries to mumble something, his body falling limp in your tight grasp. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, breathing hitched as he blinked slowly a few times. “I didn't want it to end like this…” Voice ragged and rough along with the drunken slur it’s hard to clearly hear, but it mattered not as you can say nor do anything but watch as his life slips away.

Blood stained hands cradle the dying pony tenderly, rocking his rapidly cold growing body like one would a foal who awoke from a night terror. Soon though, his terror would be over and that final, pained breath would take him away. “Shhh…” Is all you can manage as you hold him close, the severity of the situation crashing down upon you in an instant. Moxie was badly injured, your own leg was numb, almost frozen, and the stallion that did it all was dying in your arms. “S-Someone get the guards and a doctor, please!” Though if anypony responded, the ringing that filled your ears made sure nothing registered as the white stallion jerked and gasped. Hooves clutched your shirt tightly and a small sob was felt against your chest.

When the limbs fell limp and the struggles stopped, you couldn't help but cry out yourself. Holding the lifeless pony in your grasp, you cried out in anguish, the guilt, pain, and suffering he had expelled, seemed to flow into your own body. Clutching the stranger close, your tears stained his unmoving chest while a loud cry of regret surged forth. You killed this pony. A being who was on his last leg, his entire life shattered before his very eyes. This poor, broken stallion who had felt like he had nothing to lose. But he did, that look of fear in those dark orbs before they lost their luster, told the whole story. His hopes, dreams, his sins and good deeds didn’t matter any more as that last inhale was held for all eternity. Forcing your gaze down to look at his face, frozen features and a vacant stare, you could only focus on the single wet streak running down his cheek. His last moments were spent in regret and distress, life probably flashing before those now glossy orbs and he could only shed a single tear in response.

“N-No...”

You’d take it all back in an instant, surely there was some other way that all of this could have been prevented. Moxie would’ve been ok, the dead pony in your embrace would’ve been alive. And you? Lifting a bloodied hand in front of your eyes, your vision blurry as you clench your fingers. Was that his? Your own? Christ you had forgotten about your leg, the icy cold numbness almost burning with the wetness that pooled beneath the limb. Feeling woozy, you turn back to Moxie and attempt to focus on your injured boss. But the sniffling blob is nothing more then that… A blur in your vision, your body swaying from side to side as you reach for her. “Moxie…” You’ve wasted all your time holding this pegasus who could’ve killed your only friend, meanwhile she was in severe pain and suffering, her face slit open and the crimson fluid streaking down her forelegs.

Soon there's a flash of gold, or several; you don’t fully trust yourself anymore, that enter the bar and start pushing their way through the crowd which quickly disperses. You’re dimly aware of a pony yelling something at you, or maybe he’s just in shock and trying to get an answer, it’s not quite clear to you. You hold the pony sized plush that you swear you had, closer to your chest, nuzzling the rainwater scented mane. “Everything went so wrong…” Is all you can manage to say before your body gives out on you and with one last blink to try and clear your eyes, you fall to the floor. Hoofbeats on the wooden boards is the last thing you remembered. They took the weight off your stomach, a few hooves trying to pinch off the bleeding coming from below but if the shouts were anything to go by, it was a losing battle….

Author's Note

Little dark and out of left field, though important to unearthing the history and connection you have and will continue to have with this locale. Moxie WILL be shown more in the future, though she may be a changed mare from this incident. You? Well, that's for the future to decide...

Onto the part you have ALL been waiting for!~ :pinkiegasp:

Up Close and Personal

Hand around the long since broken stub of her horn, you urged the mare to take every last inch inside that wonderful thing she called a muzzle. Fizzle’s eyes never left yours, no matter how deep you pushed inside her throat. Gag reflex a thing of the past, as the mare skillfully fellates your throbbing rod, the hot confines of her maw doing everything just right in an attempt to get you off. And it’s working. That tongue, wrapping around the bottom of your shaft, running over every inch that it can, while her tender lips tug at the skin when she pulls back and pushes it back when she glides back down. Slurps, moans, suckles and more, fill the open air as your story finishes.

“T-Then when I awoke in the hospital, I was interviewed by a few of the guards. They deemed my actions in self defence, even though his widow; the one who cheated on him with that other stallion, wanted to press murder charges.” Shuddering as Flizzlepop raises a wet hoof to cradle the tense orbs below, her frog gently grasping and tugging on the wrinkled skin. “Moxie lost the use of her right eye, I had to live with losing most of the feeling in my leg and… Well, the guilt of a ponies death on my hands. It's taken months of therapy, both physical and mental, but I've slowly been coming around.” As if sensing you unease, your mate sucked harder, trying to outweigh the bad feelings with these good ones. “And that’s it! S-So I win right?” Asking hopefully, your question is answered when the orchid coloured mare pulled back with a pop, a single strand of saliva connecting the mushroom tip and her lips.

“Well, you finished telling me your story and didn’t cum yet. So I’d say you did.” Nodding with a sultry grin, Fizzlepop eyes your wet rod with wonder, tail swishing behind her as a dark blush fills her cheeks. “But, I’m going to need to be…. Prepped.” Eyebrows jumping up for a split second, the nude mare pushes you back into the couch, whipping her rear end around across your chest before resting her weigh upon you. Swollen teats press into your chest, the soft nipples only leaking a bit of milk from them when she wiggles her rear. With her tail lifted high, and supple cheeks spreading ever so slightly, her treasure peeks out like a game of hide and seek, and you’re going to win. Knowing exactly what she wanted, and being more than willing to provide, your hands grab her fat flanks and spread them apart. “Mmm~ That’s right~ My body is yours my love, take what you want.”

Once again, Fizzlepop slurps your tip back inside her mouth, sucking urgently on your aching member. Lip gets caught between teeth as you try and hold back a groan. Her soaked petals looking back at you, that tight ring that was nestled beneath her dock twitching slightly when your hand pinned her tail across her slender back. With nothing able to get in your way, the mare spreads her hindlegs even further to help as your face leans down and catches right below her tail. The smooth, almost bare skin of her dock meets lips with a small jump and moan of delight, her back arching as you kissed her again and again, teasing your mare with each one. Hips roll and flex, trying to get your attention to trail just a little bit lower. With the pleasure she’s giving you, damn near sucking your dick right off, you give in and place a tender kiss upon that soft ring.

“Mmmfp~”

Tongue is next, a lap, a kiss, a small circle drawn around the bulging flesh of her taught ponut before you go for the real prize. Diving in, the tip of your; small by comparison, tongue pushes against the tight hole of her exit. It only takes a few wiggles before it slides in, Fizzlepop tensing, her tight hole clenching on the slimy invader as if trying to stop it. But her hips rolled back, the pleasured moans told you the opposite was true. She wante-... No, NEEDED more, and you were more than willing to oblige. Gripping those thick cheeks in hand, you drive your tongue as deep as it can go, wiggling it all around to help prepare it for the dick that she was currently salivating all over like a starved pony. The ring clenches around your tongue, though the hot insides were weirdly lose but that as the least of your concerns. While you lapped happily away at her pucker, a pressure built up in your groin as Fizzle downed every inch of your cock over and over.

You both knew it was coming, not that either of you cared to stop. An amazing feeling for you, and a milky treat for the most beautiful mare in all of Equestria. Legs spreading a bit more, Fizzzlepop rested her forelegs on them to get more support as she sucked, not once gagging as she forcibly deep throated your member. Tensing up, you pull your tongue back to clench your teeth, burying your face in her rear to muffle any squeaks pleasure. The mare moans in happiness, knowing full well what's coming her way in the matter of moments. Your vision flashes white, length spasming a few times before the first spurt launches into her warm waiting mouth. As soon as the gooey strand lands upon her tongue, Fizzlepop slows down, nursing your spurting cock as rope after rope fills every inch of that wonderful mouth. The warmth comes back around your dick as she presses her slimy tongue against the sensitive skin, making you shudder before regaining enough composure kiss her ponut as thanks.

Slowly and tenderly cleaning your rod to make sure all of it ends up behind her lips, Fizzlepop pulls back with a small slurp, placing her own kiss on the tip before giggling. “Thers sho mush!” Half sitting up, a hoof shoots to her lips to try and keep any from dripping out. Flanks jiggling in front of you, a very noticeable wet spot soaked your chest, her drooling marehood rubbing against the soaked shirt with need. One for one is fair, but you'll need a better angle of attack, and this shirt has to go as it was very uncomfortable. Turning herself over, that succulent marehood now facing you, Fizzlepop pokes your nose to get your attention. Opening her maw, you see just how much your jizz filled her mouth. Closing lips, she lifted her head and you could see as she swallowed, throat bulging out as your seed trailed down and into her stomach. “Mmm, as tasty as I remember, if not even better this time around.”

Licking her lips, the unicorn smiles slyly before trailing a hoof down her belly and onto her cockbox. Pushing lips aside with the bottom of her hoof, the mare steadily rubs herself off inches from your face. “Hot damn…” If your arousal had ever had the chance to diminish, it was back up at the peak with this little display. Though now you were fairly parched, and her dripping spring looked very delectable to drink from. Grabbing Fizzlepop by her thighs, right where they meet those wide hips, you pull her groin to your face and take quick taste. Tongue gliding up those fleshy folds, they spread easily around the muscle, the hard nub at the top winking out to meet the stroking appendage before you give the protrusion a quick flick.

A hoof grabs your hair almost painfully, the mare clearly not wanting you to pull away and deny her the pleasure that your mouth returns to her, and you’re more than happy to comply. She tastes sweet, a bit sugary but all the more sweet as you push in further and into those long untouched depths. Nose buried into the small pocket where her clitoris is, the buzzing little button kisses you over and over as thanks while you explore her insides with the wiggling muscle. Hands hold her cheeks, every so often giving them a tiny squeeze to show that you’re enjoying what you’re doing, although the ever racing tongue seems to be doing that just fine. The taste fills your senses, nose, mouth, the wetness coating your face as you kiss her lower lips in the most intimate of ways.

“Oh fuck~” Is all the mare is able to formulate, you watch as her hips jerk, her eyes rolling back as she gently grinds her soaked nethers into you. You can tell she’s close, that winking buzzer mashing against your nose like it’s trying to win a prize. And it’s about to get one. Pulling back, her honey dripping off your chin you launch a full scale attack on her weak spot. Wrapping lips around Fizzlepop’s nub, you suck and pull, tongue lashing out to circle the small ball. “AHH!~” Hips violently jerking, they try to pull back from the heavy assault but you don’t give in, if anything, it only spurs a more hands on approach. Pulling her groin towards you, your gaze meets her half lidded one, a deep and dark blush flushed her cheeks and nose as a silent cry overcame her.

Knowing what’s coming, you prepare for the wash of liquid love leave her gushing cavern but it comes even faster than you figured. Mouth wide open, the first burst of fluid squirts right into your mouth, the taste while a bit tangy, is warm and makes you feel kinda naughty. Fizzlepop groans, her hoof bumping your nose as she frantically rubs her clit, coaxing more of her marecum out into your awaiting mouth. It’s only about four bursts of fluid, through the slightly viscous liquid was quite plentiful in quantity. Closing your jaw, you reflexively swallow though it takes a few gulps to completely remove any trace of her orgasm. Falling back, narrowly avoiding the hard spire that shot up from your crotch, Fizzlepop pants and gasps while twitching occasionally.

“T-That was… The best orgasm I’ve had in so long…” Smiling, the mare giggles as the euphoric feeling runs through her entire form. Though not done yet it seems, with a nuzzle to your oozing manhood, Fizzlepop rolls over upon you and starts sucking your dick once again. “Mmm. Timf foah ya main ebent.” She murmurs around your rod, spit soaking the entire length from base to tip before she pulls back. The air rushes to cool your saliva covered cock, but you knew it would soon be somewhere warm and nice. Placing her forehooves on your knees, the needy mare shuffles south while keeping that delicious look upon her face while her back is to you. Tail rising high, her opal eyes only glancing at you before she rides her wet slit across the tip of your dick prior to resting her buttcheeks around it.

Flexing her hips, the glorious keister trapping your rock hard pole in between them like a hotdog in a bun. Sliding up and down a few times almost as if to just tease you, Fizzlepop giggles as you groan in frustration. Grabbing handfuls of flank, you lift her up and direct her slickened pucker to the tip of your ready and eager spire. “G-Getting needy are we?” She says, moaning like a mare in heat as you rest against her virgin entrance.

“Can you blame me? An ass this nice being shaken in front of my face for so long. It would drive any man insane.” You grin, watching as those purple cheeks shudder with anticipation and probably a little bit of fear. “If you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop, ok?” With only a nod as her response, you gently and slowly start to push inside.

It’s tight, almost like you were pushing against a wall of some kind. But the instant she relaxes you push and… “Gah!” Both of you moan at the same time, her body goes rigid while yours tingles, with the immense pleasure from penetrating her, no longer virgin, plot. Resting for a moment to allow the mare some time to adjust, she only nods with tears in her eyes to continue. As slowly as you can manage, you start to slide further and further. The tight ring fights every step of the way, trying in vain to push you back out, but you ignore that and go deeper. It’s hotter than you expected, tighter than you could’ve imagined! But you still resist the urge to pound her poor rear to oblivion. Wanting nothing more then to let her ride you till the sun came up again, you knew you had to be tender and loving. Fizzlepop deserved nothing less.

Steadily, the two of you managed to work just over half your cock inside her anus, it was a fight to get it there but it seemed she grew tired of waiting. Biting down on a forehoof, the mare dropped her entire weight onto your crotch. Spearing inside her, dick almost burning at the sudden intrusion, her flanks descend quickly upon your thighs with a echoed smack. Snarling in the sudden movement, a bolt of pleasure racing from the tip of your penis all the way to your mind as a spurt of pre squirts inside her. The warm fluid thankfully hopes to help lubricate the tight passage, her tail swishing gently across your chest before the mare lifts her hips up and starts riding. The way her insides cling desperately to your violating rod, when she throws her head back in a silent cry of pleasure, and that moment her rear meets your hips is the most intoxicating thing in the world.

Up, down, up, down, a squeak, a cry, and…. A groan, she bottoms out once again and stays there, her body shuddering as a wetness soaks your balls and thighs below. She just came…. Came from getting a dick in the ass… If you could get any harder, well, you sure as hell did now! Hands hold her hips, thumbs pressing into her lower back as you gently ‘assist’ her. Basically using her for your own pleasure now, though slightly relieved that she actually managed to get off you now focus on yourself a bit. Not a single objection comes from the purple unicorn, more than happy to just to let you use her body as a personal fucktoy. Arching her back, Fizzlepop rolls her hips to meet your thrusts, eyes rolling around that made her look kinda cute all things considered.

Though the hardest thing by far had to of been not waking little Sparkler, thankfully she seems to inherit your ability to sleep through hell and high waters as she hadn’t stirred even once. But getting so close to the end, you were adamant not to ruin your good fortune and wake the little foal. But you were getting closer and closer to that peak, her ass walls clenching and milking you for all it was worth, the abused ponut kissing the base each time it got buried inside her hole. “F-Fizzlepop….” You warn, more so out of courtesy for her than anything. Maybe she didn’t want to take your load up inside her? Maybe she wanted you to spill it across her cheeks, or maybe her back? But it seemed like the unicorn had much different intentions in mind. She went faster, harder, panting loudly with little mewls of pleasure intertwined amongst pulses of air coming in and out.

Holding on desperately, the mare bucked her hips for all she was worth when that ever peaking mountain came crashing down upon you in the blink of an eye. With no warning, you slam her hips down to met your last thrust, drawn in testes smashing against her saturated marehood with a wet slap. Hugging your mare close, you reflexively bite down upon her shoulder to make sure she didn’t try to pull away, ensuring impregnation. Though, you were in the wrong hole, and you sure as hell didn’t want another kid already. But your body runs on autopilot as fresh surges of semen spurts into her used and abused tailhole with powerful gushes. You lose track of everything, vision blurring as tears well up in your eyes? You’re crying? Was Fizzlepop’s ass that good that it made you cry? Fuck yeah it was…. But with your arms wrapped around her barrel, holding that soft and fuzzy chest with clenched hands gripping the soft chest fluff found there. “Shh shh, it’s ok baby. Fill Momma’s ass up with your jizz, that’s right, just like that~” Her gentle and tender voice never stops whispering sweet nothings to you as your spurts slowly slow to a trickle before it’s all over. Her ass, now hotter and slimier than ever before still resting on your lap while you slowly release her shoulder with a pop from your jaw. Face buried in the crook of neck, you lay small kisses while attempting to catch your breath.

“I love you.”

You both utter those words at the same time, bodies, minds and souls becoming one once again as you lay back against the couch. Drenched in cooling sweat, the two of you share a loving kiss before nuzzling your noses against one another. “Thank you love, for all that you’ve put up with and ever more. I cannot think of any way to repay you aside from being the love that will always be by your side.”

With your rapidly deflating length slowly slipping from her plothole, she shifts only slightly and whimpers as it finally pops free, her hole clenching shut before she leans over in front of you. Turning her head around, hooves grasp red tinged cheeks and pull them apart. The poor hole slightly gaping, a small trickle of white staining her otherwise dark purple privates as the only indication anything had even happened. “Look at just how much you filled me, thank Faust this wasn’t in my marehood this time… I’ve had one foal, I don’t want another just yet.”

You both share a small laugh along with a yawn, as the clock nears the midnight hour. “I love you Fizzlepop.” The mare hops down, limping a bit as she wobbles on unsteady legs. Getting up behind her, you both make your way over to the chair that held the tiny foal…. YOUR tiny foal you have to keep reminding yourself, even now as you pick up the blanket wrapped filly. “Come on, ‘get some sleep. We can get cleaned in the morning.” Motioning to the stairwell, the purple mare only nods in agreement as she yawns once more.

Taking her hoof, you make your way up the stairs and into the bedroom that held but a single bed. “I can already see what the rest of my life is going to be with you, love. And I’m excited to get a start on that.” Eyeing up the room, the nude mare turns and smiles, her mane that was once standing straight up was more so bend over, almost lazy looking but only encapsulated her cuteness even more. Noticing your gaze was lingering, the mare blushed and looked around. “W-what, is there something on my face?”

Leaning in, you place a small kiss upon the bridge of her nose, silencing her rant before it could even begin. “Just admiring the mare I’ve gotten so lucky to be able to call mine is all.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Fizzlepop nuzzles your arm as you pull back the blanket and let her slide in before you. Making sure to take extra care with your young one, you discard your slightly sticky shirt and slide into the bed behind her, facing one another with the filly in the between.

“You know… I was kind of scared you wouldn’t show up today. Or I’d come back just to find out you’d moved on without me.” Looking sullen, the purple pony sighed. “I almost gave up on my quest to try and right the wrongs I’ve done. But, I knew if I did give up and come back to you… You would’ve probably just given up on me.”

Rubbing her left cheek with your thumb, you smile. “I’m glad you did what you needed to do, and saw it through to the end. It shows you have motivation and the right mind to see things through, something I know I will see in our relationship. We might have our rocky moments, but in the end… I waited for you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you from the moment I awoke till the moment I fell asleep in this bed alone. Always wondering, always thinking. But I’m just glad you have you back Te-... Fizzlepop. Fizzlepop Berrytwist. My mare. My mate. Forever and always.”

“And you are mine, love. We have a few things we will need to get past, and changes that are going to happen for both of us. But, I know we can get through it all together.” Nuzzling your neck, your mare chittering happily. “The future is bright for the both of us, I want to be with you every step of the way. The pony you can lean on most when you need to, and the one who will help you stand taller than ever before.” Her hoof brushed across the air in front of you, a few sparks trickling from her broken horn in a small display of lights. “The world is our canvas, and life is our paintbrush. I can’t hold it up without you, unable to make nothing more than a few splashes of colour on the backdrop of the world.”

Resting her head against your chest, her ear listened for your beating heart. “But with you standing by my side, the world will be no match for our love. Any trial or tribulation that comes our way will be shadowed behind that wall of love, something that will grow ever stronger day by day, as I learn to understand and know the man I’ve fell in love with.” Her words touch you deeply, flowing through your tired mind slowly but surely. You smile and hold Fizzlepop close, her warm fur tickling the bare skin on your neck as the small foal shifts between you both.

“I’ll always be here for you and Sparkler. And I’m glad I have you to share my love with, Fizzle. You’re my mate, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” Another kiss is shared, though this one is almost enough to make you cry again, but enough tears were shed tonight. Fighting them back, you break the kiss and smile. “Happy Hearth’s Warming my love.”

“Happy Hearth’s Warming Fizzie.”

Resting your heads upon the pillows with sights locked, you try and fight the impending sleep that rushes to you. You never want to take your eyes off her for the fear that she would leave again, something she seems to notice on your face. A hoof grasps your hand, holding it snugly as to never let go. Like your intermingled love, you’ll never let it go…

It can only grow from here on out, for all eternity.

Author's Note

Thank you ALL for taking the time out of your busy days to read and (hopefully) enjoy this story. As kind of "foreshadowed" I want to be able to write more little chapters, (mostly clean) about YOU and Fizzlepop Berrytwist enjoying and living your lives together. Birthdays, other holidays, maybe even some random days off the week where you just need a little loving from your unicorn wife.

If that sounds like something you'd enjoy, make sure to let me know in the comments below! I really hope you enjoyed, and that I can continue to get better in the months to come. It's all a learning process, and managing to please just one of you means I did better than I could've asked for! Here's to 2019, and for all the stories it will surely provide!

Until then, see you in the next Scootaloo! update! :twilightsmile:

~Syn