“Mommy!” Strife exclaimed, jumping onto his mother’s stomach as she laid on the sofa, casually watching TV.

“Oof!” Pinkie exclaimed, but smiled widely as she brought her arms around her son, “Hey there, you little firecracker! What’s up?”

“Nuffin!” Strife giggled as he peeked above her head at his brother, hiding behind the doorway and holding a tightly-pulled string.

Giggling, Pinkie peppered his face with kisses, “Ooooh, is that so? What’s got you in such a happy hoppy mood, honey bunny?”

“Nuuuuuuuuffin!” Strife giggled, nuzzling close and kissing his mother’s cheek as his brother, Schism, pulled the string.

A cream pie came swinging down in an arc from Pinkie’s left, but before it could hit her in the face, she lifted Strife up so it hit him instead.

“Ah!” Strife squealed, wiping whipped cream from his face, “Mommy!”

“Oopsie! Looks like I had pretty good timing, didn’t I?” Pinkie grinned, sitting them up and taking the pie plate to set aside. “Look at you! You look so nummy nummy, Mommy could just eat you up!”

Strife pouted and folded his arms stubbornly, looking away from her, “Hmph!”

“Sorry…” Schism said guiltily, pouting a little.

“Now now, Strife, don’t be such a grouchy puss! Come here, you,” Pinkie picked him up, despite his mild struggling, and went to the kitchen. She sat him on the counter, then proceeded to wipe his face with a cloth, “How many times do we have to tell you both? You can’t out-prank me or your Daddy! We’ve seen it all!”

“Hmph!” Strife pouted, despite trying and failing to hide his giggling.

“I see your smile!” Pinkie dampened the cloth, wiping the excess from his face, “Raaaar! It’s the clothy monster! It’s going to eat you! Raaaaar!”

Strife giggled, squirming around, “Mommy! ‘Tahp!”

“Nope! The monster won’t stop until you’re clean!” Pinkie laughed, trying to hold him in place, “Rrraaaaar!”

“Mommy! ‘Tahp it!” Strife squirmed around, trying to get free from the ticklish cloth.

“Hi Daddy!” Schism cheered as Pinkie felt something creep up behind her and squeeze her rear.

“Hi, kiddo,” Discord chuckled as he leaned in to Pinkie’s ear, “Having fun, sweetheart?”

“Mm-hmm!” Pinkie giggled, winking. She placed the cloth down and playfully tapped her son’s cheeks, “All clean!”

Strife hugged her before jumping down and running back upstairs with Schism, leaving their parents alone in the kitchen.

“I thought you were at work today,” Discord purred, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head.

“I was, actually!” Pinkie responded with a giggle, placing her hands over his and leaning back, “But there was a break in a water pipe in the basement, so they’re fixing it and the plumbing.”

“Well, good news for me then,” he smirked as he wheeled her around and lifted her up onto the counter.

“Ooooh! Looks like you read my mind,” Pinkie purred, giggling happily as she spread her legs.

Discord leaned in and kissed her softly, wrapping his arms around her waist as he gently squeezed. All too eager, Pinkie kissed back and gently clung to his mismatched suit lapels. She giggled between kisses, leaning closer and running her foot along his leg. Running his hand through her poofy pink hair, he pulled her in closer and slid his tongue into his wife’s mouth, squeezing her rear as he leaned in toward her. Bringing her legs around his hips, Pinkie’s tongue greeted his in an eager duel. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, little mewls escaping her between them.

“Mmm…” Discord purred as his tongue pushed back against her’s, twirling her hair around his fingers and tugging gently, listening to his wife’s mewling.

Mewling a little louder, Pinkie fisted her fingers into his two-tone hair, tugging slightly. Her legs tightened around his hips, their bodies came as close as they could in this position. She giggled, her tongue fighting back every which way.

Discord pulled back from her, smirking as he nuzzled her forehead, “Aw, did my little cream puff miss me?”

“May-be,” Pinkie drawled, nuzzling back and grinning, “The boys aren’t the only ones happy when Daddy comes home…”

“And to think, you used to hate the idea of getting married and having children,” Discord snickered as he squeezed her rear.

Pinkie laughed at this, kissing his cheek, “I know, right? I wanna go back in time and tell past me how CRAZY she was!”

Discord chuckled as he kissed her hair, “Indeed. Do you want to go upstairs, or do it right here?”

“Up the stairs we go!” Pinkie winked, holding to him now, “I hear Mr. Bed calling our names and I shall not ignore the call!”

Discord lifted her up, not a very easy task for anybody, and carried her toward the stairs, “Shame. Mrs Counter loves it when you’re bent over her,” he chuckled.

“Sorry, Mrs. Counter! Next time!” Pinkie called down, laughing.

Discord smiled as he pushed open the door to their bedroom and sat down on their waterbed, settling Pinkie in his lap as he kissed her cheek. As they cuddled, he absently ran his hand over the choker he’d given her so many years ago.

“Hmm…” he smiled, hugging tightly to her, “Remember when you were just a kid?”

“Oh, how I could I forget?” Pinkie smiled brightly, nuzzling him, “They were quite the days…”

“They were,” Discord chuckled as he laid her down and unclasped her belt, “And you were quite the naughty little girl, weren’t you?”

Pinkie giggled, assisting with the removal of their clothes, “I don’t even think naughty can begin to describe it!”

“No it can’t. How you ever got away with half of the things you did in school still baffle me,” Discord snickered.

“Even I don’t know!” Pinkie winked, “But I guess covering some of my tracks came in handy!”

Discord smirked as she tugged Pinkie’s jeans off, thinking back to all the trouble Pinkie had gotten up to when she was still in school. As he thought about it, he realized she had never really changed… Next Chapter: Shameless, Public Sex On School Property Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 27 Minutes