Author's Notes:

Hello hello hello!

And welcome back my dedicated readers, writers, and friends!

So, by popular demand you have told me that you wanted the major focus to be on Spitfire and her family as they cope with life after Trixie is gone.

So here we are at the start of what I hope will be a heart wrenching and love filled experience for all of you! Enjoy!

PS Minor clop scene, you'll know it when you see it. I try but get too scared to write it full out. Sorry.

The next morning at the Ivory Tower Apartments, Spitfire lay in bed curled up like a cat with Buttercup and Peanut wrapped by her with a wing over them like a shield. They were in Buttercup's bed sleeping soundly when a sneeze from Peanut startled Spitfire awake. The fiery mare jumped slightly looking around groggily before seeing the changeling rubbing his nose.

She still couldn't believe it.

Here he was, her son, after so long sleeping like nothing happened.

Feeling revealed she curled backup and rested her head beside the little changeling with a smile. She thought about the first time she did this. It was months ago when they two children first moved in. Trixie and Spitfire were engaged in a loud playful night of passion. Poor Peanut ran into the room crying saying a monster was moaning in the halls and scared him.

She gave a soft chuckle at the memory of that embarrassing night. She looked over at the clock, bending her neck awkwardly so not to disturb the young ones, she realized it was well past noon. She let out a strained sigh. She really didn't want to get up she was enjoying the reunion far too much to separate from the young ones.

But the bills didn't pay themselves.

Slowly she inched her way off the bed leaving the two young ones alone. They felt their source of warmth disappear and slowly cuddled close together to conserve their warmth. Spitfire thought it was so cute how they cuddled together like that. She drew the bed covers over them and tucked them in letting the two sleep in for the day.

She left them to sleep and headed for her bedroom where she found Vector lying at the side of the bed with a pile of papers. Several more were scattered about the room with diagrams and charts that made no sense to the Wonderbolt. The yellow mare stepped over a pile, but paused seeing a diagram of a changeling on it. Curiosity gripped her to inspect the paper more closely. As she did she read it, something about how changelings feed off emotions and how Peanuts kind were different somehow.

She placed the paper down and walked up behind the sleeping mare. Vector didn't have her coat on and for the first time since she was young Spitfire saw the mare bare. She also saw what she had done first hoof.

Beside her one wing was a slight discoloration in her fur where her other wing should have been. Instead there was nothing but a scar with no wing left. She cringed at the thought of a pegasus who couldn't fly. It made her feel awful knowing she was the cause of this injury. Vector was an aspiring athlete and because she lost her wing, and Spitfire's parents, she lost that dream.

She smiled at the sleeping mare before lifting her up and placed her on the bed. She saw the blue mare flex her body before curling back up in the bed. Spitfire looked at the clock and realized she was already very late getting to the Academy, but deep down she didn't care at this time.

She needed to be here now. She stepped lightly on the bed and laid beside the sleeping mare, wrapping her with her yellow wings. Vector moaned embracing the wing hug by flexing her own wing out and gently wrapped it around the pony holding her. Her touch was so gentle that Spitfire thought she feared breaking whatever she thought she was holding.

Just as the thought crossed her mind an old one wormed its way back to the forefront of her mind. It was the night her and Trixie met. Thousands of thoughts and feelings passed through her as she felt her life flash by. Then an old feeling of guilt preyed upon her heart. A feeling of betrayal. She once bedded Trixie in this very bed, and many times at that. Including their first time together. Here she was with a mare she barely knew and yet was in bed with her, cuddling, and a mare that caused her great strife early in her life.

But to be fair, she did also cause Vector much strife as well.

She owed Vector so much. She had nearly lost everything in a single day and to have even a portion of it back left her speechless. Even now she couldn't think of a way to thank her for bringing back her son, who she knew from inspecting the body a while back was clearly dead. But he was here. She had Peanut back. She also had Buttercup. But she didn't have Trixie anymore.

More than anything else she didn't want to lose them.

She didn't want to lose them like she lost her beloved. She gave a weak glance at Vector, still holding her she tightened her grip around the crippled pegasus. She reached down her waist rubbing her captives cutie mark making her flush red with a soft moan. She then witnessed the blue mares wing stiffen and flexing outwards as a partial wingboner formed. It reminded her of the spell she and Trixie often used when they were in the mood for rough sex. The meaty shaft growing from a small limp blob of fleshy to a mighty stiff stick.

She felt er own wings go stiff as the dirty thoughts passed through her mind. Her face felt hot as she looked down at Vector's flank. She reached for it and gently rubbed them feeling the mares soft tush, she pressed it making her hoof sink into the soft buttock. Vector squeaked burying her flushed face into Spitfire's chest panting heavily into her captors chest. This arouse the yellow mare making her arc back forcing her head into the headboard making her grunt loudly.

Again she felt it the same strong emotion she'd felt for the last month. Guilt.

Why was she feeling this?

Trixie was gone. She had been searching for two months now and it wasn't possible she was in the city. Sure she could have been captured by the changelings, but that wasn't possible since there are no other prisoners. When Canterlot was invaded a thorough investigation was made to ensure that no citizens of Equestria were taken captive. What they found was thousands of ponies who never really existed in the first place. Turns out thousands of changelings already lived in Equestria, some for whole generations.

It surprised everpony much to the surprise of the Royalty and nobles.

But if Trixie wasn't being held captive, and her body never found in Canterlot, then where could she have been?

All she knew was Trixie was gone and there has been no trace of her for two whole months. When she tried reaching out to Trixie's parents she never found them. Neither did she find Trixie.

All she'd done was look and hope she would either find her significant other, or hope that one day she would come walking up to the door and open it with her usual bedazzling flair.

But she was beyond hope now. Maybe it was time to stop searching. Stop hoping and finally move on with her life.

Once more she looked down a the tense figure of Vector who was still having her flank rubbed, panting into Spitfire's chest. Her warm breath beating against the soft yellow fur. Spitfire felt herself warming up as a familiar itch hit her on her loins.

"Curse you body." she growled rolling over on her side.

She held Vector close wondering what to do next. She knew she would have to face this day when Trixie wasn't around. She was in heat and now she had no mate to satisfy her itch. Normally she'd just masturbate until Trixie woke up and joined in, but not with Vector. After all it had been years since they met and now were together for only two months. How was she going to get around this?

Guess I'll just have to wing it. Heh, wing it. she laughed internally at her joke.

She thought off where she could hide to get off, and after a minute of silent contemplation she decided to head to the shower. Silently she let loose on her hold of her sleeping captive and slipped into the shower. She closed the door behind her and slid the curtains open and gently stepped in the ceramic tub. Closing the curtains with eh wing she turned on the shower and set it to a cold temperature.

She sighed as the cold water flowed over her body giving her some instant relief. She still felt the itch and it only got stronger as she waited. Standing on her hind legs she used her left arm to support herself against the wall while her right hoof slid down her belly right between her thighs. The hoof slid right against the yellow mares slit rubbing it roughly in small circular motions.

She felt a ping of pain as the tip of her hoof scrapped against her clit. She bit down hard clenching her teeth as she redoubled her efforts to pleasure herself. Finding her efforts leaving little satisfaction. She hated this. Unsatisfied she lifted her leg slightly pressing her hoof inside her as far as she could. A searing pain overcame her as the hoof stretched her fleshy walls beyond its limit. She worked through the pain as she worked her hoof inside herself. Finally after a good minute of working, her hoof was half way inside her pussy as the pain in her crotch reached new heights.

"Damn it."

She swore under her breath as the pain became unbearable and she was forced to eject her hoof to stop the pain. Though the water flowed over her, her vision blurred as tears ran down her face mixing with the shower water sinking down the dark drain hole. She hated how she felt now. Not only was she itching for a good rutting but now she was in pain from her little venture. Unable to stand it any longer she smacked the wall hard leaving her hoof sore.

"Spitfire?"

The unmistakable voice of Vector startled her slightly as she saw the blue mare at the doorway staring at her.

"Are you alright? I heard you scream and a loud noise. I thought you might have fallen." she said worry written all over her face.

"Nah, I'm alright." Spitfire brushed it off as nothing.

Vector looked down at the tub and pointed with a unsure look.

"That doesn't look like nothing."

Curious as to what she meant Spitfire glanced down to see a trail of red pooling itself at her hooves in the water. She then realized it was her bleeding. Vector walked over inspecting the yellow mare.

"You fell didn't you?" she asked sternly like a mother scolding a child. "I swear you need to be careful. What would you do if I wasn't here?"

"I didn't fall." she snapped at Vector.

"Then what is this?"

A feeling of embarassment filled the mare as she glanced down at the bloody water. Her cheeks flushed red as she averted her gaze.

"I was, masturbating."

"You were what?" The blue mare leaned in not hearing what was said.

"I said I was masturbating."

"You what?" Vector nearly screamed.

"I SAID I WAS MASTURBATING, OK?!"

"Uh..."

There was a long awkward silence that followed. Both mares kept doing their best not to look at on e another, finding anything but each other to be more interesting to watch. Finally after what felt like eternity Vector walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She locked it testing it to make sure it was secure. She tenderly stepped into the tub with the yellow mare and stood behind her. With her one wing she closed the door behind her and wrapped her arms around Spitfire's waist.

She felt embarrassed by the mares forward approach. It was usually her that approached Trixie... Trixie.

Again her thoughts fell on the mare she loved so much. She missed her loved one so much it hurt. Maybe it was time?

No. She needed to know for certain that Trixie was gone before she gave up.

"Spitfire?"

"Huh? Oh Sorry I just wasn't expecting you to be so forward like this." she turned around to face the mare. "I like it."

Now it was Vector's turn to look away. She covered her face with her wing as the blood rushed her cheeks mumbling incoherently. Spitfire thought it was so cute. She pulled the mare closer and lifted her leg between hers. The blue pegasus gasped pushing away but was held in place by the Wonderbolts strong arms.

She panicked, her thoughts on what Ruby told her before rang in her head and this looked like a major red flag in her mind. But Spitfire continued to hold her in place pulling her blue head into her soft yellow chest. Eventually the blue pegasus stopped her struggle and rested on the wet fur closing her eyes.

A few moments later she opened her eyes and glanced up at Spitfire's deep orange eyes. "I thought you needed more time before-"

Spitfire cut her off with a stern tone, like she was angry. "Vector."

"Y-yes?" she asked timidly

"You are one of the most selfish, and obnoxious ponies I've ever known. And in spite of all that, sigh... I can't hate you anymore. Not after everything I've done to you." she said like she was relieved.

"What do you mean?"

"When I crippled you." she let the words trail off and let Vector's mind wonder with it.

"It wasn't your fault completely. I never should have threatened your friends."

"I shouldn't have tried to kill you. Twice I might add." she said kissing her on the lips. Vector's eyes went wide but she didn't resist. Instead she tried pushing into the kiss but felt Spitfire pull away as quickly as she started. "I know I don't deserve you Vector. I feel torn. I want to make amends but at the same time I feel like.. like..."

"But you still love Trixie." She knew what needed to be said, finishing it for the yellow pony.

"Yeah. But I-"

She held up her hoof to Spitfire's mouth silencing her with a shake of her head.

"How about this? I'll be your friend with benefits and promise to give no emotional attachment unless you want it. In return-" she paused licking Spitfire's neck all the way from her chest to her chin before continuing. "You let me be part of Peanuts life. He needs a mother figure, what with Trixie and you being gone so much. I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me."

"No you're right. I need to move on but, I just need time." she then began rubbing her leg against the smaller blue mare. "I promise, I'll make up for what I did."

Vector let out a loud moan as she began humping the leg vigorously whimpering as she did.

Spitfire grinned at her with a sly look on her face. "You like that don't you?"

"Yeeessss."

"Do you want more?"

"Mmmm."

"Then clean me and lick me."

"OH, HELL NO!" a loud scream echoed in the bathroom making both mares slip and fall in the tub.

Vector recovered first looking around to find the body that the voice originated from, but Spitfire glared at the door which was now open with Buttercup glaring it Vector.

"You are not fucking her!" the batpony declared.

But Spitfire retaliated full force. "I'll fuck who I want. It's my apartment!"

"You're betraying Trixie with that, this.... SLUT!" the young mare exclaimed pointing at the pegasus who was trying to cover herself feeling ashamed of herself.

"HEY! LANGUAGE! And second Vector is not a slut! You'll start treating her with respect after everything she's done for us." Spitfire added as she bit down on the young mares ear and pulled her out of the bathroom past the bedroom and into the hall slamming the door shut. She snapped her neck around bringing Buttercup's ear with her, forcing the batpony to spin around and follow her ear.

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed glaring down at her daughter who was staring back defiantly.

What came out of Buttercups mouth not only shocked Spitfire, but brought a cold feeling in her heart.

"I wish Vector was dead."

Just then a blur of yellow filled Buttercup's vision as her whole world went black.