I was standing in the kitchen, preparing the breakfast for those very dear to me, when there was a knock at the door. Rolling my eyes, I wiped my hooves on the towel hanging from the handle of the oven and stepped down from the small stool that helped me reach the counter. Carefully, I trotted out of the kitchen and opened the door for my early visitor. I already had a good guess of who it would be.

“Morning, Twilight,” I greeted the Princess of Friendship with a whisper. “Everypony else is still in bed, so try to be quiet.”

“Morning,” she greeted back with an excited grin and stepped inside. “Where can I drop this?” A wrapped gift levitated in front of my muzzle, a book no doubt.

“With the others under the sink.” I nudged her towards the kitchen. She stopped again as she saw the cake on the table, causing me to run nose first into her backside. Ponies, not knowing the concept of nudity or personal space, were at least adamant about being clean. Anything otherwise would mean an unpleasant experience since I was now eye level with their backsides, especially since smell plays a significant role in their society.

“Sorry,” she whispered and made room for me to pass. “That’s a very nice cake. Did you make it yourself?”

I had to stifle a giggle. “No, my bits made it. And probably Pinkie’s hooves over at Sugarcube Corner.” After all these years, I was still at a basic level with my hooves. Grabbing a spatula was the best I could do. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” Twilight sat down at the table and with a pop, the gift vanished. A faint glow from under the sink told me where it went. “How are Mom and Dad? I heard you visited them in Canterlot the other week.”

Climbing back up the stool, I went back to making hay bacon, though not before pressing a button on our new coffee maker. “Oh you know them, always busy. Mom decided to pick up gardening. With varying success, I must add.” We still didn’t know how Velvet had gotten her hooves on the seed of a Venus flytrap, but as long as it kept eating the bugbears it attracted, it was fine. “And Dad finally got time to redo the family’s history. He gave me a copy for you too. It’s in my saddle—” I paused as I heard the typical pop of a teleport. In my mind, I started to count, and at three, there was another pop. “…which is hanging in the closet next to the stairs.” And there she went again. This time, it took her five seconds to return. The heavy book was dropped on the table and pages flipped faster than the naked eye could see, or so I imagined. I was still fighting with the spatula and the hay bacon.

A small bell chimed to signal the coffee was done. Again, I slowly stepped down from the stool, grabbed the coffee pot with a hoof, and waddled a three-legged gait to the table. “Look!” Twilight exclaimed as I placed her cup down.

“I’ve already seen it.” As if she didn’t hear me, her wing snatched me and pulled me close. Every member of House Sparkle had their own page in this book. My page was special—not only was I adopted, but there were two pictures of me. One was of my old human self, and one of the bright beige earth pony with the dark brown curly mane I was now. Both smiled with a twinkle in their green eyes at whoever had taken the picture. Also on the page was a cut-out of the family tree that explained my relationship to the rest of the family. Twilight Velvet, my mother and Nightlight as my father. Shining and Twilight as my siblings. The only difference was that my line was dotted, highlighting that I wasn’t related by blood.

Twilight squeed and wiggled up and down on the chair, still pressing my cheek to hers. “Now it’s official! I have a little sister!”

I sighed. “I’m pretty sure it was official three years ago when we all signed the paperwork. Also, I’m older than you.” Velvet and Night both had helped me a lot during my pregnancy, so much so that the Equestrian Tax Agency assumed I was a shell company somewhere on the Horseshoe Isles. Acting on that belief, they had demanded the Sparkles, who were just helping a woman down on her luck, pay taxes for all the money they had spent or gifted to me. Affairs had even progressed to the point where charges of tax evasion had been threatened. I, of course, had asked how I could help, and their lawyer pointed out the simplest solution. Gifting money between family members was tax free in Equestria, after all. Still, being Melody Sparkle had taken years to adjust to, and even now I sometimes felt like I was only halfway there. For instance, I only had partial mastery of my hooves, not to mention my tail. The pesky thing had a mind of its own, and if a mare wasn’t careful, she could send the wrong signals to the wrong stallion. Or mare.

“But you were adopted after I was born, which makes you the younger sister.” She hugged me even tighter. “I always wanted to be a big sister. We should participate in the next Sisterhooves Social coming up. And we need to do sleepovers! So many sleepovers I missed not having a younger sister to stay up with all night, talking about books!”

“I think sisters are supposed to talk about guys, or stallions,” I remarked, which totally got ignored. “That reminds me, Mom wanted me to ask you when she can expect a grandfoal out of you.”

“Plus we need to invent our own secret language that only we can understand,” Twilight droned on, nearly suffocating me. “And I like I’ve learned from our BBBFF, sometimes the smaller sibling needs a noogie.” With that, she brought her hoof down on my head and started rubbing. I tried to wrestle out of her grip, but I was only a lowly earth pony and she a living demigod.

“Mornin’,” Applejack half-yawned as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Help!” I pleaded, only to be ignored. My treacherous wife simply walked past without giving us a second glance and pressed the button on the coffee maker.

“Morning, Applejack,” Twilight greeted back without stopping her torture. “How did you sleep?”

The orange mare levelled us with a deadpan stare. “I would still be sleeping if someponies weren’t making such a ruckus in the kitchen.” Twilight finally stopped and I managed to get free. I hastily took a step away and, as the responsible adult I was, stuck out my tongue at her. “Wouldn’t be so bad if the little kicker hadn’t decided to learn step dancing tonight.” The last part was directed at her visibly swollen belly. “If you don’t come outta there next month, I’ll come in, ya hear?!”

Smelling the hay bacon, I went back to the stove and lowered the flame. “Well, at least you’re up at the right time. Breakfast is ready.”

“That’s my cue.” Celsius joined us in the kitchen. He looked somewhat dishevelled, most likely thanks to last night’s activities. His beard, white stubbles that grew along his jawline from between his sky blue coat, had gotten longer again, giving him a slightly rugged appearance that I quite appreciated. “I woke because the bed got cold, and then I heard one of my beautiful wives squealing in the kitchen. To be honest, I was expecting something different.”

“Oh, I can see that,” I pointed out. “And so can my sister.”

With widened eyes, Celsius looked over to the table. “Princess!” He scrambled to change the angle he stood at. “Didn’t see you there.”

Twilight’s cheeks looked rather warm. “A totally natural occurrence. Happens to most stallions.” She waved it off, still focusing on the ceiling. “Happened to my father or my brother all the time. Nothing I haven’t seen yet.”

Yeah, only that this wasn’t her brother or her father. Well, he was her brother-in-law, but still not a blood-related stallion. My poor younger sister was in dire need of a dicking. It helped that boner time was only a few weeks away. Maybe I should play matchmaker this year.

“Yes. W-Well,” Celsius stammered, a slight blush also on his cheeks. “I’ll, uh, go freshen up.”

It was silent in the kitchen until we heard the lock click on the bathroom door. “Is that normal? Your stallion walking in the kitchen expecting sex?” Twilight asked, sipping at her coffee. The blush was still there.

I looked over for permission from Applejack, who just gave a shrug. “Yes? Sex is natural and healthy. And fun, a lot of fun. And as long as Samsa is still asleep, I don’t see any reason not to use… the opportunity.” Applejack coughed and pointed at her belly. “Hey, you wanted a foal—we all wanted it. And you insisted to be the mother this time, if I remember correctly.”

“Ah was young, stupid, and needed the rutting,” she answered without missing a beat. “Now that ya can, thanks to your fancy wings and all, don’t let a stallion come near ya. It may be fun at first, but it’s eleven months of Tartarus afterwards.”

“Don’t listen to her—that’s just the hormones and the lack of sleep. Yeah, a pregnancy can be hard on a mare, but I personally think it’s worth it.” I pointed an accusing hoof at Applejack. “And I lost a lot more than some blood and my dignity when I pressed a hoofball out of me.” I turned back to Twilight. “Point is, sex can be fun and out of season even more so, without the risk. I remember you telling me that you learned a few protection spells after becoming an alicorn. So why not go out there and find a nice stallion? Maybe even one to keep?”

The princess mumbled something inaudible, even for my pony ears. “I don’t know how,” she repeated louder at my stare. “I never thought I would even want a stallion. I was perfectly fine being the old mare in the library with her one thousand cats when THIS,” she pointed at her wings, “happened. Now I have this gigantic castle, rule alongside Princess Celestia and Luna over Equestria, and at this very moment, a school is being built which I will also be the headmaster of. I don’t even know if I have the time for a stallion or any relationship. What stallion would even bother with a mare that won’t have a lot of time for him?”

“Next week,” I started while getting plates on the table, one at a time of course, “we’re going to visit Shining and Cadance, and we girls will have a long talk about your confidence issues. Here she is, the freaking Element of Magic, the Princess of Friendship who has beaten Discord, Sombra, Chrysalis, the Storm King—“

“You missed Nightmare Moon,” Twilight pointed out.

“I can’t even remember how many villains you defeated. And you think you’re not good enough for a stallion?” I snorted. “We’ll find you a nice lay for Hearts and Hooves Day if it’s the last thing we do.”

“Mama!” a young voice yelled, and I heard hooves clambering down the stairs. In the blink of an eye, the three of us in the kitchen stood in front of the table, hiding the cake behind us. “Mama, mama, it’s my birthday!” Samsa rushed into the kitchen, hands outstretched and grabbing me around my chest hard enough to force the air out of my lungs. What was it today with family wanting to suffocate me, I wondered.

I hugged her back with a foreleg, nuzzling the top of her head. “I know, honey. Happy birthday.” She released me and stood in front of me, allowing me to notice just how much she had grown. Her hair looked much like mine when I had been her age, and her wide blue eyes she shared with her father. Somehow, Samsa had freckles around her cute little nose. I blamed Applejack for that.

Her four hooves tapped on the floor excitedly. “Can I have my gifts? Please, please, please?” she begged.

“Well, why don’t you hug Mama Applejack and Aunt Twilight first?” Blinking, my young centaur finally noticed the other two ponies next to me and promptly did as I asked.

“Is that my cake? I want cake!” came out of her mouth as she was finished with Twilight. “Can I have cake for breakfast?”

“No, honey, the cake is for the afternoon when your friends are coming over,” I chided. “You’ll have to do with hay bacon and pancakes.”

“Yay!” If there was anything my girl loved as much as cake, it was pancakes with maple syrup and butter.

“But first, show me how old you are,” I challenged.

Samsa had to think for a moment, before showing four fingers. Then she quickly added her thumb too. “So old!”

“Five,” Twilight corrected.

“Five,” she repeated. “Now can I have my presents? And pancakes!”

“Why don’t we wait until your father return—”

“No!”

I grinned and shrugged. “Oh well.” Twilight opened the cupboard under the sink, and four presents floated in a neat row towards my little girl. Her wide eyes scanned the boxes, not able to decide which to open first.

I felt a wave of contentment wash over me as I observed my family, Samsa ripping off the box’s cover from her first gift, which promptly smacked into the face of my returning husband. My husband, who had chosen to walk along the path of life with Applejack and me. I had already endured my fair share of hardship these past few years, and knew that I would have even more in the future, protecting my little girl, the first centaur in Equestria. Eventually, I would no longer be able to directly shield her from her trials and tribulation, and would be relegated to cheering her on as she forged her own path.

For now, though, in my cozy house with my loving family, life was perfect.

It was a long and wild ride. This story was my first try at some more "adult" content and I learned a lot about it while writing it. I suck at writing clop for once. Or at least, I can name a bunch of other authors here on FimFiction that do a thousand times better job than me. So this will probably be the first and last time I write clop. (That doesn't include more adult romances with a lot of innuendo thou.) That's the reason why one chapter is missing. Originally I wanted to do another clop chapter containing the first time Melody, AJ and Celsius come together for a fun night, but I struggled so hard for so long that I decided against it in the end. I hope you can forgive me.

Samsa (13y): Link

A very big thanks goes to JBL, who reminded me from time to time that this story was even existing. Like every second day. Who edited the shit out of it and much more.

If you want more stories written by little old me check out: Love Conquers All and the it's new sequel: The After Days.