“Thanks again, Trixie,” Filthy blushed, as he walked the teen toward the door, early morning rays of sun already peeking through the windows. He’d been having trouble even meeting Trixie’s eye since she’d woken up that morning, in one of the guest bedrooms of the many-roomed mansion.

“Momma, how come Trixie stayed over last night?” Diamond Tiara asked, yawning from her bedroom door and looking curiously at her parents and new sitter as they stood in the entrance hall.

All three of the older ponies looked with concern at the young foal.

Spoiled found her tongue first, “Trixie was very tired last night, too tired to go home, so she… slept over.”

“Oh? I wish I’d known, she could have slept in my bed,” Diamond pouted, still rubbing her eyes.

Filthy smiled at his young daughter, as if slightly surprised at her reaction. “You like Trixie, sweetie?”

“Oh yeah! She’s lots of fun. I hope she can come back soon.”

Trixie blushed herself, trying to avoid thinking about the fun that the adults had the night prior. She zipped up her hoodie as a distraction from the foal’s cute wish. She was nowhere near as ‘bulged’ as she had been the night prior, but she still noted that her hoodie zipped up a little tighter around her waist… her bellybutton still seemed to be an ‘outie’ too… she hoped that would go back to normal.

“That’s nice, honey-bunny,” Filthy smiled. Then he slipped Trixie a bag of bits, a very large bag of bits. Much much larger than Trixie had thought of, even in her wildest dreams. “Your mother and I hope she can come back soon too…”

Trixie blushed heavily… then pushed the bag of bits in Filthy’s hoof away from herself.

Spoiled and Filthy stood stock still, a ripple coursing through both of them and making them both crestfallen.

Trixie looked up shyly at her employers, finding it difficult to meet their eyes without thinking of all the things they’d done to her the night before, all that raw sensation and pleasure. Even though both of them seemed able to wear stoic (if somewhat disappointed ) poker faces…

She swallowed, choosing her words carefully.

“I couldn’t possibly accept more bits than we’d agreed upon to watch over such a lovely little foal…” She smiled inwardly, seeing both parents perk up with renewed hope and anticipation. She turned toward Diamond Tiara, “...and I would love to come back to sit you, if your parents would have me,” The sultry look she shot Filthy managed to make the stallion stammer.

“Uh… I…”

Spoiled grinned and stepped in quickly. “This Tuesday?”

“Tuesday would be great.”

Author's Note

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