Burning Love

Spitfire sighs as she looks at a can of soup, it has been five years since her life went downhill, she had one drunken one-night stand and then six weeks later she was pregnant. She had hoped that the stallion would stick around, be a good father. Spitfire scoffs at her thought, “Jokes on me for being hopeful,” she said to herself as she placed the can of soup into the cart.

After getting the groceries Spitfire waits in line to check out, overhearing whispers from behind her.

“Dude, she’s such a milf, if she wasn’t married I would definitely tap that,” a young stallion said from behind her.

“I know, dude, so would I. My brother told me that she was the best in bed when they went out for a short while,” another voice chimed in.

Recognizing the voice, Spitfire turned around to see Button Mash and Rumble.

Forcing a smile she got out of line to speak to the two stallions. “What makes you two think I’m married,” she asked as they just stared at her body starstruck, their glued stares forced Spitfire to grab their chins between her fingers and hold their heads up so their eyes meet. “I’ll ask again, why do you two think I’m married,” she questioned as the two stallions blushed.

“Well, you have a kid,” Button Mash spoke, eliciting a chuckle from Spitfire.

“That doesn’t mean I’m married now, I’m quite single,” she replied as Button blushed

“Sorry, ma’am,” was all Button could say as she released his and Rumble’s chins.

“Now, you two said I was a what,” Spitfire asked.

“A Milf is anypony that's a mother that some ponies want to…," Rumble started to explain, stopping as he tried to find a better word to phrase it.

Spitfire blushed as her mind filled in the blanks. “Oh, I see,” Spitfire said as she scratched the back of her head.

Spitfire smiled as an idea came to her, looking at the two stallions, she could tell they had just turned eighteen. “So you two want to have a good time with me,” Spitfire asked, getting a blush out of the two stallions as they nodded.

“I’ll be happy to let you two have your way with me, but you have to do something for me,” Spitfire cooed.

“What would that be,” Button asked as Spitfire returned to buying her groceries.

Spitfire smiled as she handed Button an address. “You two meet me at this address and bring bits, we’ll discuss it there,” Spitfire chimed as she picked up her groceries and flew off.

Spitfire returned to her home where her mother was babysitting her son Mach, she smiled as she watched the two play patty cake together. “Looks like you two are having fun,” Spitfire spoke as she closed the door.

“We are, so how was your trip into Ponville,” Stormy Flare asked as she got up from the floor.

“It was……eventful,” Spitfire replied, pausing for a bit to find the right words.

Joy filled Stormy’s eyes. “So you found another stallion that you like,” Stormy asked, hoping that Spitfire let down her wall she built up five years ago.

“What, no, I told you I’m done with dating, I just found a way to make some extra bits on the side since I had to get a regular jb at the weather factory,’’ Spitfire replied as she started to put up the groceries.

“And what would that be,” Stormy asked as Spitfire put the groceries up.

“Mach, go get ready for dinner please, mommy has to talk to your grandma alone for a bit,” Spitfire told her son who happily listened.

Once Spitfire heard the door close she spoke, “I just learned today I’m what some stallions call a milf, so I’m meeting two young stallions at the “Yoke” motel tonight to….” Spitfire started to explain before Stormy cut her off.

“Stop, stop,” Stormy said as Spitfire hushed down.

“You’re gonna do the exact same damn thing that Jet Lag did to you, he left you feeling over the moon, but as soon as responsibility came a-knocking he left, but you’re gonna toy with these stallions hearts, how could you,” Stormy asked as Spitfire sighed.

“Because I’m desperate, the damn fool ain’t paying child support, I’m not making enough money at the weather factory, I just really need the bits,” Spitfire replied as she sat down at the table.

“What are you gonna do if you get pregnant again,” Stormy asked as Spitfire looked up.

“I’m not going to, I got my tubes tied so that I won’t have another drunken one-night stand that will end in disaster, I can get it reversed at any time.

Silence flows through the house for what seems like hours until Stormy Flare broke it.

“Ok, I can’t stop you, but please be careful,” Stormy said, concerned with the choice Spitfire has made.

“I’ll be careful, mom. I plan on making it clear that it is nothing serious,” Spitfire said as she got up. “Think you can watch Mach for a few more hours,” Spitfire asked as Stormy smiled.

“Of course dear, I love watching him, though I don’t really have a choice since I moved in with you to help as much as I can,” Stormy said, making Spitfire laugh a bit.

“There’s a laugh,” Stormy said as she pulled Spitfire into a hug. “You do what you think you need to do, but remember that I will always be right here if you need me,” Stormy said, reassuring her daughter.

“Thanks, mom,” Spitfire replied as she went upstairs to get ready, packing some leftover condoms in case the young stallions wanted them.

As Spitfire was about to leave, Mach came up and hugged her leg. “Do you have to work late again, mommy,” he asked as Spitfire hugged him.

“Yes I do, so me good for your grandma Flare ok,” Spitfire asked as Mach nodded and hugged her.

“I will, see you later mommy,” Mach said as Spitfire left and flew back to Ponyville arriving at the “Yoke” motel.