Chapters Mirage:
"Mia, pass the lemonade please."
They shouldn't know, they'd freak.
"Sweetheart?"
Would they be alright? Would they hunt her down?
"Mirage, are you alright?"
They'd kill me no doubt.
"MIRAGE!!!"
Daydreaming, again.
"Sorry, what?" I asked my mother, who had been talking about her career before I had stopped listening.
"Pass the lemonade." Photo Finish said.
I shrugged and picked it up with my wing and moved it towards her quickly, sloshing it around and almost spilling it.
"Be careful!" She said, pointing down to her food. "This is a forty bit salad!"
"Oh come on Mom." Neon Soul said.
"What is wrong dear?" Hoity Toity asked me, he could always see stress.
"Nothing" I said with a smile.
"You're sweating."
"It's hot in here."
I looked around the enormous restaurant, it was like the Canterlot castle's younger sibling, sharing many similarities in the utmost fanciness. I hated places like this, so did my sister, but Mom and Dad would take no less.
My mom took a sip from her lemonade and frowned.
"Much to sour." She said.
It tasted like normal lemonade to say the least, it was actually quite good.
"Why on earth did we pick this restaurant?" Dad asked.
"C'mon guys, chill out." Neon said.
"I told you not to use that ghastly slang around your mother and I!" Dad complained.
"I told you to stop being such a snooty brat, and did you listen?" Neon argued.
"Your father is not snooty!" Mom said, putting an arm around him, "He is sophisticated."
Neon grumbled and went back to her food.
"Now that she is finished," Mom said, turning to me. "What is wrong darling?"
"I already told you, nothing is wrong." I lied.
"You are much too stressed for nothing to be wrong." Dad said.
I give up.
"Spitfire and I have been together for awhile now, y'know?" I asked.
"Yes, we do." Mom answered.
"She's been thinking... She wants to... Take the next step." I hesitated.
Mother smiled, "I would tell you to use protection, but that wouldn't be the same in your case."
"Wait-"
"Just remember darling, Sex is a natural thing." Father said.
"That's not what she means." Neon grumbled, I had already told her.
"Then what do you mean?" Dad asked.
"She wants kids."
The other side of the table seemed to implode, Mom spewed her expensive wine from her mouth and Dad choked on a lettuce leaf, Neon just chuckled.
"Absolutely not!!!" Mother screeched, "What in Celestia's name possessed you to even consider such a thing?!"
"Her."
"Where is that mare?!" Mom asked, standing up from the table. "I'll wring her neck!!!"
"Mom, sit down!" Neon shouted, "You wouldn't get close to that mare."
"I gotta go." I said, "Come on Neon."
Neon slipped out of her booth and we walked calmly from the restaurant, evading Mom's curses and threats.
When we got out of the store, Spitfire flew down from the top of the store and landed next to us with a smile on her face.
She hugged me, then we walked together towards the train station.
"So, did we get your parents special permission?" She asked.
"Not even close." I said, kissing her cheek and receiving a smile.
"You know she'd love that thing like it was hers if you guys would just go and have it." Neon said.
Spitfire chuckled, "I see how she treats you girls."
We all laughed.
"I wouldn't want him or her to be as snooty as them." I said,
"Not snooty, sophisticated." Neon joked.
The city of Canterlot always had crowded streets, every square in was filled with very uptight and fancy ponies. But we had caught Canterlot at a good time, it was late December and everypony was inside to avoid the cold. Only the brave ponies would go out to eat or go to the store and risk getting their hooves wet.
"Sorry girls, but I got to get on a separate train, we have a show in Fillydelphia two days from now." Neon said.
"Alright sis," I said, hugging her. "See you soon."
Before I broke the hug, she whispered in my ear.
"Give me something to look forward to come home to."
I knew what she meant.
She waved to Spitfire and then ran through the snow towards her train.
"So, what'd the say?" Spitfire asked, turning towards me and wrapping her wing around me.
I had always found her touch comforting, she always radiated some kind of warm aurora. Making it comfortable to sleep side by side.
"They said they'd wring your neck if they found you."
"Perfect."
Wee went on our way towards the train that would take us back to Ponyville, what was now know as our new home. The cloud house did not remain, so instead they bought a smaller house, very cozy, and big enough for the two of them.
Spitfire wanted a third in that house.
I was racking my brain of why she would want a child, Spitfire had never been really fond of kids. Did she really think she would be fond of her own? Would I?
I knew what happened when families had children, they fought more often, they never had a chance to really love each other, and so on.
The worst part was, I had to open my mouth and volunteer to carry it.
She didn't want adoption, neither did I. We wanted something that was ours, through and through. Even though we would have to go to a certain "Bank" to get what we needed, we wanted a Pegasus, we wanted to fly with her and be able to share things about flying with her.
"Spitfire?" I asked, covering myself with a blanket.
We were on the same side of the train, huddled close to each other, I really liked the Winter, it was beautiful, but it was so cold.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"I wanted to talk to you..." I paused, feeling this wasn't really the right time, then went on. "About the baby..."
I felt Spitfire's coat heat up.
"What about it?"
"How would we even..." I hesitated again, and moved closer to her. "It would be embarrassing..."
"To go to the sperm bank?" She asked.
"Yeah, that." I said, cuddling more with her.
"I'll do it." She said.
"But, I don't want to be known as the pony who didn't come with you." I said.
"So come with me." She said, laying on her back and putting my chest on hers.
"But..."
"Make up your mind Mia!" She laughed. "It will be ours either way."
Here comes the blushing on my part.
"Okay, I'll go."
Mirage:
It had been three months, just three months since we visited the bank, and I already had a small bulge in my belly, not noticeable unless you were looking, but noticeable to me and Spitfire. I had it put inside of me surgically, the way was supposed to be easier, and it was the way I didn't want, but eventually agreed to.
Now, I find myself at the Wonderbolt academy, surrounded by new ponies, that think they're eligible to become a Wonderbolt, an Elite flier.
That's what she told me to say.
Spitfire was currently screaming at the new recruits for the first day in a week.
I noticed one immediately, Rainbow Dash was there. Wasn't a big surprise to either of us, really, I thought Spitfire would have gone easy on her, but I was sadly, sadly mistaken.
"Think ya got what it takes to be an elite flier?" She asked the crowd in a low voice.
"YES MA'AM" The crowd roared.
"Well then, let me be the first to tell ya." She said, getting up in a cream colored pony's face, bumping muzzles with her, "YOU DON'T, If you had what it took to be an elite flier, you'd already be a Wonderbolt."
She got up in another's face, a light grey pony with a multicolored blue and white mane. "Still think your something special?!" She yelled at her.
"N-no Ma'am" The pony cowered.
She moved onto Rainbow Dash,
"You look like your the worst flier in the whole academy, you'll probably quit after the first day!" She yelled.
"No ma'am, I never quit ma'am." Rainbow Dash replied strongly.
"What about you?" Spitfire said, turning to the last pony in line. "Bet you couldn't even fly past the first flag pole without getting winded."
"Try me ma'am." the dark teal pony said, her mane almost matched Spitfire.
Somepony gasped.
Nopony had ever talked to Spitfire like that.
Spitfire looked amused.
"What's that?" she said, flipping her set of Aviator glasses down.
"Let me show you what I've got ma'am."
"heh, you want a chance to prove yourself huh?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Well then, now's your chance." Spitfire said. "Gimme 500 laps. ALL OF YOU!"
The crowd sighed, but made Spitfire angrier.
"NOW!" she screamed, blowing her whistle.
After the group took off, she returned to the group of us.
"How are they doing?" Soarin asked, walking out of the main building.
"Like normal." Spitfire said.
"How are you two doing?" He asked.
"Like normal." She repeated. "Only with a new addition." She nudged me on the side.
I blushed and rubbed my stomach, smiling warmly.
Soarin bent down, beginning to talk to the bump.
"Hey little man... or girl..." he began
I looked over to Spitfire and rolled my eyes, she chuckled.
"You take good care of your mama and... mama." He said awkwardly. "And when your here, I'll hold you first and you'll be able to fly before you can walk."
"Yeah, no." I said, "I get to hold him or her first."
"Aww." Soarin said, giving me a hug. "But he or she is gonna fly better than he or she can walk."
"You know she is." Spitfire said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." We had both wanted a girl, neither of us knew why, we had just decided right on the spot.
It was all luck of the draw now.
"I'm gonna go lay Mirage down, you tend to the newbies." Soarin said.
I walked idly next to him, I didn't need to be laid down like a foal, but I didn't have anything against sleep right now, I was supposed to help Spitfire when she needed it. She obviously needed no help though. They were already significantly afraid of her.
"So." Soarin said, walking through the halls of The academy HQ.
"So." I said back.
"How's it going?" He asked.
"Fine." I said with a smile.
"Is anypony bothering you?"
I knew where he was going with this.
"Celestia said she'd take care of him, Soarin." I assured him.
He stopped me in the middle of the hallway.
"Mia, she hasn't taken care of it yet though, he's still out there." He said. "He's still looking for you two."
"Soarin..."
"No, because with this..." He touched my belly, indicating to the foal. "You have to be sure."
"I can handle it, I'll talk to her-"
"No, no, no." He said, walking along with me again. "You need to stop talking, she needs to get up off her royal ass and go find him, or someone else should." He said.
"Who's gonna do that?" I chuckled.
Soarin looked at me, his eyes burning with an unintentional rage. He stared for a few moments, then sighed.
"I dunno." He said, walking away. "C'mon, lets get you in bed.
Hours Later...
I dreamed of him
Sleep was filled with horrifying dreams. Dreams of pain, fire, sadness, and more fire. I remembered the pain before I went out, the excruciating, terrifying pain of the blowtorch searing into my flesh, over and over again.
She woke me up.
"Mia, you were screaming and crying. I had to-"
Before she finished her sentence I locked her in a death grip, crying my eyes out as she slipped out of her uniform and into the bed beside me, all while not having me let go of her. My cries were muffled in her soft, warm coat which was now getting drenched in my tears. Somewhere in between my cries and screams someone came in, but she quickly waved them off. After about ten minutes I ended up pulling away and looking at her.
"He can't hurt you anymore Mia, he won't get close to you." She said.
She kissed me affectionately, rubbing her hoof through my mane and holding me tight.
I opened my eyes when she pulled away, I had wanted it to last longer, but staring into her fiery orange eyes was just the same.
"Don't be afraid."
I tried to stay strong, but had to hug her again so I wouldn't cry.
I looked at my hooves wrapped around behind her back.
Seeing my claws slowly disappear back into them.
Spitfire:
Morning was not like normal, Mirage had stayed in bed late. After last nights outburst, I could tell she had been afraid of him, very, very afraid of him. The things that he had done to her, were unspeakable. Celestia had a hard time believing before she actually saw her.
Celestia.
She had said she would take care of things. She hadn't. Or Mirage would be at peace, she wouldn't have to worry about it happening all over again... It wouldn't.
I would protect her. I would keep her safe until he was gone, or dead, or anything in between.
No matter what the cost.
I ran my hoof through her ash colored coat, smiling at its softness and warmth. She wiggled around and faced me, still sleeping and breathing ever so softly. I could have stayed there forever. Just in that moment when she smiled in her sleep. She must have been dreaming, not being tortured by nightmares.
The smile faded.
A frown followed.
Tears began to seep through her eyelids, and she began to thrash her hooves around. Kicking and letting light screams pass through her lips. When I barely tapped her coat she flung her hoof up out of the bed and smashed it into my muzzle, sending me flying back onto the floor beside the bed.
As an impulse, I quickly covered it up with my hoof, feeling warm liquid, I pulled it away, seeing deep red blood on it.
But Mirage had woken up, and peered over the side of the bed with sleepy, tear filled eyes.
"I'm sorry," she sniffed "I didn't mean to hit you"
"It's fine, babe," I said, wiping my nose and streaking blood across my coat. "I wanted to wake you up."
She sat up and wiped her eyes, "Thanks..." she whispered.
"Why did he come to mind so suddenly?" I asked, walking into the bathroom and leaning my head over the sink to let the blood run from my muzzle.
She hesitated, but spoke. "I don't know, he just, appeared." she said, "like, out of nowhere"
I didn't buy it, I heard the tremor in her voice with the sink on as it was washing the blood down into the pipes.
"Who brought it up?" I asked.
"W-what?" She asked with a nervous smile.
I walked back into the room with a frown and doubtful eyes, staring at her.
"Who brought it up?" I repeated.
"N-Nobody!"
"Mirage."
"I swear!"
"Mirage." I said again, getting closer to the bed. "Who."
It wasn't a question, it was a demand.
She sighed, pulling the covers over her head.
"Soarin." she said.
I felt set of teeth extend in my mouth, I wasn't intending to be violent to anypony, especially Soarin, but if one needed a few teeth knocked out to get the message, that's what it would have to take.
"I'll be back." I said, turning away and heading for the door.
"Wait!" Mirage said.
I turned around and saw my marefriend with her arms opened and her back knees on the mattress of the bed.
"Aren't you going to give me a hug?"
I rolled my eyes at how pitiful she looked and walked over to her.
I wrapped my arms around the mare and squeezed for a second, then let go.
But she didn't.
"Don't give me a half-assed hug." she said.
When I held her again she pulled me onto the bed and pinned me down, laying down on top of me and kissing me quickly a few times before really going into it, using her tongue like a dentist uses a toothbrush. Rubbing her body against mine and quickly turning me on. I wanted to take over, but she stayed in that position for a few minutes before climbing off and covering up with the sheets.
"Where are you going?" I asked, pulling her towards me and kissing her.
"No more until you go talk to Soarin." She said.
Easy enough, I'd go kick his-
"But, you can't be too mean to him." She said. "Or you don't get any."
"But-"
"No buts"
I harrumphed and slid off the bed, putting on my aviators and whistle.
I quickly trotted over to the bed, kissed the sleepy mare and patted her flank, before flying out of the room to find Soarin.
I saw a group of newbies and cleared my throat.
"HEY!" I shouted.
"YES MA'AM?" They asked as they quickly lined up.
"ANYONE OF YOU SEEN SOARIN?"
After talking among themselves for a few seconds, they responded.
"NO MA'AM"
"Well, tell me if you do." I said.
"YES MA'AM"
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. The night was black. No moon or stars lit the streets of a quiet Ponyville. There were no street lights in this peaceful town, so walking through the streets on a night like this was rather difficult. Almost like swimming in murky waters.
But it was not difficult for her.
The mare stood in the middle of the empty street, a phone in hoof.
Ringing.
"I told you not to call here." The voice on the phone said.
"I don't care what you told me." The mare said, "I care where my marefriend is."
"..."
"Tell me." She said.
"You don't deserve to know."
"She's my marefriend!!!" The mare yelled.
The figure looked from side to side, then lowered her voice.
"Just tell me where she is."
"..."
"Tell. Me. Now."
"I see you." The voice in the phone said.
The mare looked around, checking the town for opened windows, anything that could come remotely close to hiding somepony.
"Liar." The mare said into the phone with a quivering tone.
"Duck."
Before the pony could process what the voice had said, a rock hit her in the back of the head.
The mare whipped around, looking for a source.
"I said duck." The phone said.
"Where are you?"
"With your precious little girlfriend."
The phone was then hung up.
The figure in the streets threw down the phone, raised her hoof, and smashed it to pieces. Then she turned, and ran off into the darkness towards her home.
