Author's Notes:

I'm back and ready to get this going again!

No big talk today just a new chapter and many questions left to be answered! So here is a little chapter on the family and how they'll bond. Warning, minor horribly short written sex scene at the end!

Enjoy!

Over the next week a lot had happened. Trixie and Spitfire enrolled Peanut and Buttercup into Manehatten Private Academy, Spitfire had made a full recovery, and Trixie's performances had began to take a turn for the worst. Vinyl Scratch was forced to severe her professional connections to Trixie, but the two still enjoyed each others company during their off time.

They would often met at a local cafe for a drink in the late afternoons and would talk about their days and families until sunset. At that point Vinyl would retreat to her bar to begin her performances. Trixie was truly envious of her.

Her infamy was boundless and the events of Ponyville were fresh in the hearts of all. A recent paper ad. mentioned how Trixie foolishly brought an ursa to the small town and lead to the destruction of several thousand bits of damage. While normally ponies wouldn't have believed the stories, the high society pressures forced many to turn away from the mare when she walked the streets of Manehatten. She was once again being victimized for something she had little to no hoof in. Yet despite her best efforts, her reputation had fallen once again.

While Vinyl did everything in her power to help her blue friend, being a show mare at a bar limited her ability to help. But try she did and it was all Trixie needed to keep going. That and her mate and two wonderful children she adopted not long ago helped keep up her spirits.

Trixie was on her way home after a long day of searching for a day job, with no success at all. Almost nopony would see her and the few that did almost immediately turned her away. Apparently, being the mate to a Wonderbolt meant nothing to these ponies. In truth though it really upset her to no end that she was once again being blamed for the ursa attack when it wasn't even her fault.

As she casually strolled through the streets she came across a familiar face. Her neighbor Star Stripe was passing by when the two caught sight of each other.

Star waved to Trixie, who gave her a warm smile and trotted up to her.

"Trixie! Hi, how are you?" Star asked hugging her blue friend.

"Trixie is doing just fine, Star. How are you?"

"I've been better." Star Stripe sighed. "Fleet, and I are taking a break."

"You two aren't breaking up are you?" Trixie gasped placing her hooves over her mouth.

"No we aren't breaking up. We're just taking a break from our late night intercourse." Star Stripe said with a wink. "Thanks by the way for the spell. I use it as a threat for Fleetfoot when she misbehaves."

"Like a hopeless stallion. Spitfire's the same way."

The two laughed hearty at the thought of their mates being threatened with no sex for a night. The desperate looks in their eyes as both mares looked down on them only to crush any hopes they had by turning up their noses at them, and making them sleep on the couch. Unloved. Cold. Alone.

"Yeah, so what are you doing home so early, Trixie?" Star asked looking around for Spitfire, expecting to see Trixie's significant other nearby. "I thought you worked today?"

Frowning Trixie scrapped the hard floor with her hoof. "Yeah, about that." Trixie pulled out a newspaper from her saddlebag and showed it to Star Stripe.

Quickly reading through the main article and the pages that, Star Stripe went from curious, to stunned, and then to angered in the span of a minute. It was about the ursa attack and how a certain unnamed unicorn individual gave testimony to her being involved with bringing it to the town and blamed two innocent colts for it.

Star, crumpled the newspaper and threw it down the hall. "Stupid lies and slander."

"Star? You alright there?"

"NO! How can you be calm after this?!"

"What can Trixie do but move on?" she shrugged rubbing her friends shoulders, calming her down.

"Well, I guess not much." the darker mare sighed, she stepped to the side and made a path to the apartment. "Would you like to come in?"

Trixie shook her head. "No Star, sorry but Trixie has to go pick up her little monsters today."

Star Stripe was about to comment when a familiar yellow pegasus fluttered up to them her voice echoing down the hall as she scolded two young threshals. The two little ones looked had very different looks on them. Peanut, held his head low in shame nearly in tears, Buttercup was frowning looking away angrily trying to ignore the older mare.

"-and when Trixie hears about this, I swear you'll be lucky if both of us don't tan your hide after this is over." Spitfire looked up to see Star and Trixie at the door down from hers. "Hey Star! How's it going? Hey Trixie! We need to talk later. As for you two, go to your room and not a peep until we get inside got it?"

"Yes mommy." Peanut said dejectedly walking silently to his room lowering his disguise inside.

It was decided that he would wear a disguise out doors until he was widely accepted in school for the time being. The school staff didn't take him transforming very well, so afterwards the family talked and made him promise to hold his disguise until a later time. His tiny wings buzzed dully as he hoovered to the room with Buttercup fluttering right behind him, lazily flapping her wings. She took on quick glaring glance at Spitfire before returning her attention to her front. She slammed the door shut behind her leaving one angry mare and two confused ones at the front door.

Spitfire sighed loudly rubbing her temples, while Trixie pulled her don to the floor and rubbed the base of her wings. Her tense muscles loosen making her give off a satisfied moan of relief.

"Thanks love, I needed that." she thanked her mate turning quickly to steal a kiss.

"Think nothing of it. You looked like you needed it." Trixie said looking over to Star who winked knowingly. "Besides what was that about anyway? Did they get in trouble or something?"

"It's far worse than that." Spitfire said glaring at the door where the two went. "Sorry Star, but can you excuse us? Parental duties call."

"Don't worry Spitfire. I Know. My sister and I use to get in a lot of trouble growing up." she giggled fondly at the memories. "Take care you two, and remember to hear their side of the story too. Even if they did wrong it helps for them to be heard."

"Thanks Star."

"See you later friend!" Trixie hugged her and the two mares retreated to their home.

Spitfire didn't waste any time heading straight for the young ones room. She was stopped just shy of the door by Trixie, holding her tail with her magic. She gave Spitfire a warning look.

"Love, listen." she started and walked beside Spitfire. "We need to be careful about this, OK?"

"Fine, we'll hear what happened but I'm telling you it's bad." Spitfire warned.

"Well, we'll see together."

And with that they entered the room together to see the two young ones sitting on their beds staring at the floor. not a word or sound was made aside from their breathing, or in Peanuts case nearly hyperventilating. Trixie sat beside him and held him close making hiim calm down.

The little changeling purred rubbing against her as his wings buzzed happily. Trixie smiled but got a frown from her mate and her older daughter. She furrowed her brow disapprovingly at them but held onto little Peanut.

"Now, can you tell me what happened today?" she asked as she looked over to Buttercup and Spitfire.

The Wonderbolt nudge the brown teen threshal, making her glare at her but raised her posture and held her chest with dignity and pride.

"I called my teacher a whore and I beat up two fillies and a colt." Buttercup admitted rather proudly.

"Buttercup." Spitfire nearly growled, but Trixie held a hoof up silencing her.

"Please, continue sweetie." the blue mare replied calmly.

Buttercup inhaled and continued. "Today we were talking about family and how me and m Peanut were adopted by you and Spitfire." she said looking over to Peanut who shot his head up at the sound of his name like a dog before resting his head on Trixie's lap curled up like a cat. "But when I mentioned momma Trixie, a filly in class called you a fraud and a horrible mare. I tried to defend you but then another filly said you were a charlatan and the only reason you got together with Spitfire was for fame and status."

Trixie shook her head as did Spitfire. Each gave her a look of disappointment. Trixie then stood up placing a now sleeping Peanut on the bed and sat beside the brown batpony. She wrapped her arm round her supporting, but held onto her disappointed look. Buttercup broke under the disapproving gazes and looked away shamefully.

"You know we love you right?" Trixie asked.

"Yeah, I know. But they-"

"Are just words Buttercup." Spitfire nodded sagely.

"But the teacher agreed with them! The teacher agreed with them! She even call you a whore!" she yelled pointing to Trixie, her eyes were now in tears. "So I beat her up along with these fillies."

"And the colt?" Spitfire asked wondering how he fit into this.

"Heeee... uh, he got in the way of my first punch at the teacher. It wasn't even meant for him. He just walked by at the wrong time. Unfortunately.'' she added the last part quickly seeing Spitfire frown at her. "Really! It was an accident! But the other three I would do it again without another thought!"

"And that's the problem sweetie," Trixie said holding her daughter close wrapping both arms around her. "You can't go around do these kinds of things. You'll only be enforcing the rumors about me and Spitfire. And with how ponies are these days you can expect them to believe anything they hear or read." she added the last part looking at the wall.

"But, but, then what do I do when they start talking bad about you and Spitfire?" Buttercup asked pleadingly.

"You just have to accept the fact that others will say hurtful things and be down with it. Leave it be." Trixie stated. "I won't allow you to grow up and turn into a thug."

"I don't understand. How can you let something like that go?"

Now Spitfire jumped in to the conversation wrapping a hoof on the batponies brown shoulder. "We love you Buttercup, and we always will. But you can't go beating others up because of it. Two wrongs don't make it right for what they did. It just makes you both wrong."

"Trixie agrees. And you can't go beating up teachers especially since you can get suspended from school, or worse expelled."

Spitfire visibly flinched at the word, expelled, like some dark force passed right through her very soul. Trixie held onto it in the back of her mind for later. For now, she had to be a supporting mother.

"You have to accept you can't change everyponies mind sweetie. There will always be others who won't accept Trixie for who she is or even get to know her to accept her."

"I wish I had your strength, momma Trixie," she said looking at Spitfire. "And I'm sorry for what I said earlier, momma Spitfire."

Spitfire's expression softened but kept a stern glance at her daughter. "Thanks kiddo, but I'm still tanning your hide." she grinned mischievously.

As if waiting the dreaded word, Peanut's head poked up, his tiny black ears like sonars honing in on Spitfire, he jumped from his spot and fluttered over to the closet door. He used his entire body and wrapped his hooves around the doorknob and turned his body with it making the door open. Link came barking out and the changeling hoovered inside and closed it behind him.

Spitfire and Trixie watched in shock by his behavior but Buttercup shrugged like it was nothing.

"What was that all about?" Trixie asked, walking up to the door pressing her ear against it.

"Peanut hates spankings." she explained. 'Whenever we got spanked we always had to watch the ones getting spanked. His sensitivity to emotions made it... difficult for him to handle it, so he started hiding whenever the matron would spank us."

"Ah." both mares nodded knowing about the changelings sensitivity to extreme emotional outbursts. A few days ago Spitfire and Trixie had an argument about finances and how difficult it would be for Trixie to find work. Neither knew the little changeling was near when they fought so he ran and locked himself in the room for two days until hunger drove him out. A little food coaxing helped too. Changelings may feed off emotions, but they still could eat solid foods if needed.

Trixie knocked on the door gently, hearing a slight buzz from within.

"Peanut sweetie? Will you come out?" Trixie cooed at the door.

"Nuuh! Momma Spitfire's gonna spank, sis! I don wanna watch!" he buzzed sadly.

"Well then, if you want momma Spitfire can do that while we cuddle in the closet. Is that, OK?"

"WHAT?! WHY?!" Buttercup exclaimed as Spitfire wrapped both arms around the young mare, struggling against her captor. "WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED?"

"Because you need to learn not to do these things, Butter." the fiery pegasus said.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!"

Peanut opened the door allowing Trixie to enter with him. Link ran inside after them. No sooner than the door closed the sound f a hoof over a bottom was heard throughout the room.

SWAT! "OUCH!"

SWAT! "AHH! ABUSE!" SWAT! "ABUSE! CALL CPS!" SWAT! "GAH I-I CALL FOR A REVOLUTION!" SWAT! "AHHHH!"

While Buttercup got her punishment, Trixie held Peanut in her arms rocking him like a newborn foal. HE cringed at the sound of Buttercups hindquarters being struck, but eventually the swatting and grunting became white noise to him as Trixie hummed softly to him. He buzzed happily in her arms, as he drifted off to sleep in Trixie's arms and dreamed.

Eventually the spanking ceased and Spitfire knocked on the door letting Trixie know she was done. Trixie emerged with Peanut and link in her magical aura, both were asleep and placed them in the bed opposite of Buttercups. The threshal was rubbing her sore bottom under the covers, trying not to cry from the stinging sensation.

After putting the changeling and timberwolf cub into bed, Trixie gave them each a quick kiss wishing them pleasant dreams and walked over to Buttercup. Spitfire stood by the door and watched as the unicorn stood beside her bed and leaned in to her ear.

"Have sweet dreams dear." she cooed in the brown ponies ear. Buttercup looked over her shoulder to her smiling.

"Thanks momma." she said turning over flinching at her bottom touching the bed.

"I promise, momma Spitfire will get her spanking soon." the unicorn promised.

Buttercup blushed at the thought of her two mothers spanking each other. Her mind went so deep as to give the mares horny moans and grunts, begging g for more as the other dominated the rear of the other. She rubbed her head furiously making Trixie jump back slightly.

"AUGH! You suck momma! Now I'll have that dirty image in my head all night!" she whined.

Trixie chuckled at her daughters expense. Leaning in to kiss her forehead she wrapped the blankets around the brown pony and rubbed her bangs out of her face.

"Sleep well. I love you."

"Love you too, momma."

Trixie left the bedside and joined with Spitfire as they closed the door heading off to their room. Spitfire whistled casually as they walked down the short hall, and she eventually wrapped her wing around Trixie who grinned. She pressed her body against the yellow mare making her flinched from the sudden embrace.

They slowly made their way to the bedroom where Spitfire closed the door and locked it. Trixie gave her mate a curious glance wondering what this sudden behavior was all about, but then she noticed Spitfire had her back legs crossed. Then it hit her.

"Spitfire." she said teasingly, getting the mares attention. "Are you in the, mood tonight?"

The athletic pegasus flinched looking away and trotted to her bed and flopped on it. She kept her rear elevated supported by her hind legs and lifted her tail revealing herself to Trixie. She then began bobbing her hindquarters up and down while giving Trixie a seductive look.

"Oh, you know I'm in the mood." she teased back in a sultry manner, wiggling her tail back and forth. "Please dominate my foal hole Trixie." she moaned reaching between her legs with a hoof and rubbed her labia. "Please love. I need this. I had such a hard day at work."

Trixie grinned shaking her head. Lately, the mare was conveniently plagued with so called, 'bad days at work'. Buying into her antics, Trixie prepared her and Spitfire's favorite spell. The magic entwined around her loins and as it condensed down it formed her artificer stallion cock that Spitfire dubbed, The Mustang.

Spitfire watched, in awe of the artificial cock as it dangled behind her teasingly. Trixie knew this too. For she wiggled her hips, making the magical conjuration flail back and forth making Spitfire increase her wiggling of her rear. But then Trixie left the bedside and walked over to the mirror and pulled out her brush with her magic and began brushing her mane.

Her yellow mate glared at her from the bed not moving, and saw from her position the mare grinning at her in the mirrors reflection.

"You suck Trixie." she said glumly.

Trixie replied by putting the brush down and turned to face her lover, holding the offending appendage in hoof stroking it tentatively. This only increased the pegasus mares intense stare/glare at her as she promptly turned herself sideways to the bed and plopped her back legs on the floor with her upper boy on the bed and lifted her tail again, this time with more urgency.

"Quit teasing me and give it to me you jerkoff!" she called to Trixie.

"Oh? You want this?" Trixie gestured to the long member making Spitfire growl, but nodded in response.

"Oh, aren't you precious?" she cooed walking up behind the pegasus. She propped herself over the mare, placing her front hooves on the bed beside Spitfire's waits and with her magic, she took hold of the cock and pressed it against her mates labia. The pegasus mare flinched, her wings flared out anticipating her immediate penetration. But the feeling never came.

She turned to glare at her mate, who smiled cheekily once again pressing slightly harder but never breaking the mares flesh barrier. Trixie leaned forward, making sure not to go into her mate, and nipped at her ear.

"Gahhaaa." Spitfire moaned. Her arms became weak as s wave of pleasuring shock past through her at he sensation of her ear being nibbled on. "Ohhh, Trixie. Please do that again."

The unicorn mare grinned pressing forward and took the ear into her mouth and yanked on it making Spitfire give a horny cry.

Oh how Trixie loves it when you do that. she thought as they continued their love session deep into the night.