Deep, blissful, sleep.

Interrupted.

The clink of cutlery against the side of flatware made Delta’s ear flick. The motion was annoying enough to rouse Delta from her sleep. Her slumber had been deep, complete, without the usual nightmares or troubled somnic thoughts.

Delta’s eyes shot open, a pit in her stomach suddenly forming as the previous night returned to her in a crashing, terrifying reality.

The things she’d done.

To her daughter.

Delta felt sick to her stomach… but that was probably the booze more than anything.

She grinned to herself, shaking her head to clear it of the initial gut reaction to the previous night’s events. She’d done enough things in her life that she regretted, she’d learned how to roll with it, stuff the dread worries down deep so they wouldn’t emerge until she was scraping the bottom of a barrel… preferably a barrel filled with booze.

She could face this mistake of a morning. She’d faced worse ones.

She turned to one side, slinging her legs over the side of the bed. As she moved she quickly noticed that her ‘new friend’ was still with her. Limply hanging part way out of her sheathe, sticky with musky smelling juice.

‘Good morning to you, too… guess you really do last for 24 hours.’ Ugh, the damn thing felt gross and disgusting down there. She was quickly wishing that she could have her old equipment back.

She trotted toward the hallway, her hangover-affected sense of balance skilled enough to handle the woozy walk after more than a decade of practice. It was mid-morning, and usually her preferred remedy for a bender like the one she’d tied on the previous night would be to unfold one of her rusted, collapsible lawn chairs in her front yard, pour herself a tall flass of lemonade, and let the Celestia’s sun sweat the toxins out of her body.

...after she’d none-too-kindly evicted any guests she may have collected the night before. Most of them had the good sense to depart after a casual morning greeting, with disingenuous, though well-meaning, promises to meet up sometime in the future. The rookies in the casual, drunken-hookup scene could make things more awkward, believing that the whispered nothings exchanged in the throes of passion the night before had actually meant something.

Delta was always quick and brutal with those ponies.

Better to be clear and definitive: Get the hell outta my trailer, and then offa my lawn. A glance toward her rusted shotgun wasn’t usually necessary. Slamming her hoof down on any misguided thinking about relationships and leaving them thinking of her as a bitch was so much easier than the tooth-pulling process of gradually letting them down.

She wouldn’t be able to employ that strategy with her latest conquest, however… she had no idea how she was supposed to deal with the kid. All she knew was that what had happened last night couldn’t happen again.

“Hey.” Delta mumbled, walking into the kitchen to see Apogee sitting at her kitchen table. The kid had actually cleaned up most of the sloppy mess that usually cluttered the sink and counter-space.

“Good morning, Mom!” Apogee chirped, wings fluttering with joy. The darn thing didn’t seem to be suffering even a smidgen of awkwardness, or shame, or confusion at the fact she probably had a pint of her mother’s foal-batter sloshing around inside her. She almost looked well-practiced for this situation…

Delta certainly didn’t feel that way.

Her eyes traced over to the door, the deadbolt on it now unlocked and open. Usually the broken security spell that automatically kept the place locked down fixed itself by this time, only legendary hangovers seemed to leave her inebriated enough to keep the trailer secure this late into the morning after. She still hadn’t figured out if the glitch occurred because her altered consciousness caused the thaumic field to misinterpret her aura as another pony, or if it was some other fundamental flaw with the half-assed system the unicorn had put into place. To keep herself from getting locked in during the day as she walked in and out, beer in hand, she had to prop open the door with a well-used wedge. This often meant that mosquitoes would find their way into her trailer.

The whole thing was a pain.

She really should exchange the magical, witchcraft piece of crap with some more reliable electronic system.

In any case, it was unlocked… which meant she could have a quick, awkward breakfast with the kid, making sure to get her sworn to silence about the night prior… then shuffle her out the door and never speak about it ever again.

She groaned, rubbing her brow with a hoof. It was hardly a plan, but it was all she had.

“Have a seat! I made some cereal!” Apogee chirped, lifting a spoonful of the sugar-laden, compressed-hay boop-a-roop’s that the kid loved so much. Milk dripped down her chin as she munched happily.

Delta blushed and looked away from Apogee’s bright face, the trickle of white liquid reminding her of what she’d done just a few short hours before.

Instead, she focused on the bowl of cereal and the tall glass of orange juice that Apogee had so thoughtfully set out for her, quickly snagging her own spoonful of sugary goodness, lifting it to her maw and crunching in with gust.

“That was so awesome last night, Mom.” Apogee smiled over at her. “And I noticed when I got up to shower this morning that you were still… uh… packing, so...”

‘Shit.’

Delta’s eyes raced over to the filly, already sensing what was coming next. The clever little brat had timed it so that Delta couldn’t immediately cut her off with a response, as her muzzle was filled with crunchy goodness. She quickly tried to chew faster, to clear her mouth.

“...and it is a Saturday. So, I was thinking, now that you’re sober… maybe we could try again to… you know…” Apogee blushed and folded her ears back, finally feeling some sense of bashfulness.

‘Crap crap crap! Stop her, don’t let her even ask!’

Delta tried and failed to swallow the mash of boop-a-roops in her mouth, resisting doing so because of insufficient saliva to support the effort. Thinking quickly, she snagged her glass of orange juice, and gulped it down, washing the mouthful of cereal into her stomach.

“...hang out and chat. You know, just chill?”

‘Oh.’

Delta cleared her mouth, finally able to speak, but no longer worrying about having to shut-down her rambunctious daughter. She stared blankly at the kid, mind still trying to compute what she should do or say next. What did the kid mean by chill? How the hay was Apogee able to keep a straight face? How would Delta be able to shoo her out as quickly as possible?

*KER-CHUNK*

The sound of the deadbolt snapping shut broke the awkward silence.

Delta stared down at her orange juice, half-drunk. Then slowly stared back up at the yellow pegasus filly, who was still hopefully smiling at her, ears folded back.

“...kid… did you… put booze in my OJ?”

Apogee smiled guiltily. “I… uh, might have put in a little vodka… I thought it might help with your hangover?”

Delta shut her eyes in semi-frustration and let out a long sigh. She couldn’t be sure if the kid had done that on purpose, or it was just a happy coincidence. Either way, it pretty much sealed what she’d be doing the rest of the day.

She leaned back in her chair, scratching idly at her sticky stallion-junk under the table before looking up at her daughter with bemused frustration.

“Guess we’re hanging out, then.”

Apogee’s squee could have been heard within a two-mile radius of the junkyard.

End

Author's Note

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I write for your feedback! I would love to hear more about whether you like Delta and Apogee and what you think of them - please share and keep my motivations fueled!

And so, we've reached the conclusion! This was a very fun write, and probably the only way I can manage to write a Delta/Gee pairing (my lesbian skills are pretty weak, so I need to add Futa). If you are looking for a more romantic, sapphic, non-hypersexualized (ie not a Clopficsinthecomments madness-style fic), please do check out Course Correction, which I even borrowed some ideas from. Rei is a great writer!

So, let me know if you enjoyed the story... and whether or not the vodka in the orange juice was part of Apogee's sinister plan, or just a happy coincidence!