House of Parker

Featured Characters - Trixie and Peter Parker

Rating - T

Chapter Twenty “Collector’s Set”

    Peter staggered down the stairs and into the laundry room, rubbing his eyes before letting out a low yawn. He made the mistake of doing his laundry past midnight, falling asleep while doing the task. Granted, he only had his Spider-Mane costume to clean, but the last thing he wanted to hear Rarity complain about was mold. She vowed if her stallion destroyed one more costume, Spidey would rock some pink highlights. Peter groaned. That mare never held back on her threats.

    As he stumbled into the laundry room, his hazel eyes widened as they fell on a cute tush wiggling in the air in front of the washing machine, matched by a tail that followed its motion. Twilight’s plot was smaller, and Zecora’s was thicker, very much so. This was nearly a perfect match in between, like Rarity’s sweet backside. He knew who it was, easily. Peter’s mind chastised his perverted memory, all while screaming for his body to wake up. He could have simply told who the mare was by looking at her fur color and cutie mark. The stallion shook his head, chuckling. There was no fun in that. Besides, he had to be prepared should he ever go colorblind one day.    Exasperated, Peter rolled his eyes. It was too early in the morning to argue with himself. “Trixie?”    The mare shot up, knocking her head against the washer machine’s interior. She pulled herself out, rubbing her hooves against the knot growing in her mane. “Peter? By the stars! Must you tread so lightly?”    The stallion grinned, noting the mare was wearing a fluffy robe. “Loading the dryer? Mind if we share?” he suggested, spinning his costume in his hoof.    Trixie glanced at Peter nervously, alternating her gaze between him and the dryer, but she huffed, snatching the tights from his grasp before shoving it with the rest of her load. Once she was finished, Peter set the time and temperature accordingly, taking a seat against the wall afterward. Trixie joined his side, remaining unusually silent as she kept her nervous gaze centered on the dryer.    The hours were late, for both of their tastes. Peter drifted off and drooled on the mare’s shoulder, much to her chagrin. After a duration, the machine beeped, and Trixie hopped to her hooves, causing the stallion to slip to the ground. Groaning, he rose and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.    Trixie opened the hatch, pausing to gaze at Peter. “I’ll grab my stuff first. Surely you wouldn’t mind?”    Peter shrugged, obliging the mare. He turned around, keeping his back to her. “Ladies, first.”    After a few moments, Trixie made her way to the door. “See you in the morning,” she called over her shoulder, never looking back as she galloped out of sight.    Peter paid the mare’s behavior no mind. He was still asleep in a sense, at least he wanted to be. Whistling, the stallion reached into the dryer and retrieved his signature heroic attire, but a silky, crimson G-string fell from one of the sleeves. Peter’s eyes widened as he picked it up with a hoof, using the other to stretch it out. Trixie, the narcissistic and blunt member of the Parker herd wore something like this. Peter chided himself. The mare was reserved in her own right, but she was open, at least to him.    Perhaps that was the reason why she was so flustered earlier. Peter’s brow lowered. It was strange. Ponies were just fine running around naked in Equestria, but they seemed to have had reservations about clothing to some extent. This was understandable in Trixie’s case. She was so prude, usually. Peter grinned. He didn’t mind. All of the girls had their demons, each frisky in their own right. Peter’s mouth hung open, releasing a low yawn. It was too late to think right now. Folding the silky material up with his costume, the stallion trotted out of the room.

    The following morning, Trixie entered her room, finding a folded piece of paper over her pillow. She lifted it with her magic, squeaking once her eyes fell on her secret pair of crimson underwear. Trixie’s face flushed to a shade of pink as she read through the note.‘Is it part of a set?’-Peter    Trixie threw her hoof over her mouth to silence a scream. That’s what she deserved for listening to Rarity and Felicia. They said Peter was a sucker for silk, not that Trixie cared. The unicorn rolled her eyes, the temperature in her face continuing to rise. Nay, the days of refuting the truth were long, long, long gone. Of course she cared. Sadly, she cared too much about pleasing that idiot of a coltfriend. Writing a new note, Trixie traveled to Peter’s door and placed the envelope by the knob. She would have the last word. That much she knew.‘Yes, it is. It even came with a cute black corset. You should give an honest opinion. Tonight.’-Trixie