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"