"Beep!" "Beep!" "Beep!" went Satan next to my head. The little indestructible Demon screamed its head off in an effort to wake me from my slumber. Reaching over with a tired hoof, I grabbed the noise machine and threw it out my opened window, earning wonderful silence for a few more—

"Get your lazy ass up, Rose! You have work today!" screamed the second Demon in the house.

—Never mind.

Like all good mornings, life didn't like them. It was like the world wanted me to hate them, to loath them. No matter how many times I've tried to sleep in on a day that wasn't a Saturday, there was something, someone, had to ruin it, and that someone today was the cunt muffin named Spitfire.

Groaning in anguish like a zombie awoken from the dead, I got out of bed with a yawn. Walking out of my room and into a cozy carpeted hall with hundreds of pictures, plaques, certificates, and ribbons—All belonging to both me and mom—I made my way into the bathroom.

As I began my business of grooming the wild mess that was my bedhead, the smell of cooking bacon and coffee rose me from death. The heavenly aroma of bacon would have made most ponies vomit at the smell, but not me, nor Spitfire.

It was interesting to learn when I was older that there was more than one type of Pegasus in this version of Equestria, three in total. Thestral, Imperial, and just plain Pegasus. The Thestrals were perfect omnivores with the only difference of bat-like wings, fluffy ears, and orgasmically long tongues. Imperials were also omnivores, but they kept their feathered and much larger wings. Imperials also inherited their Thestral cousin's tongue and ears, but they were smaller than the average pony.

Pegasi had it okay in the food department. They weren't complete omnivores and were limited to a small selection of fish. They still needed the protein and energy to be healthy for flying, but it was extremely limited. As for their looks? Their wings were small and relied more on their innate weather magic to fly, unlike Thestrals and Imperials. They didn't get the Legendary Thestral Tongue and their ears weren't as fluffy. To be honest, Pegasi were average as far as Equines go.

The day that I learned that I was an Imperial was the happiest day in my life, but it would be a few years before the length of my tongue showed its wonderful splendor. Oh, and Spitfire was one as well, even if she was on the tall side. 'Fucking Giants. Always picking on me because I'm half a head shorter than the average mare. HA! Joke's on them, mares like a cute little Vixen to cuddle with. Them long-legs in Canterlot can fuck a cactus.'

"What's taking so long?!" shouted Spitfire from downstairs, the older mare sounded a little more annoyed than a few minutes ago.

"You know how long it takes to preen my twins!" I shouted back in minor annoyance.

"It takes you ten minutes per wing when you aren't doing practice!"

'Damn it.'

"I heard that!"

'What?! How?! I thought that!'

"I'm a mind reader, now get gud scrub! Your shift starts in an hour!"

'Bullshit.'

"That's a Bit in the swear jar!"

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE!"

"THEN WE SHOULD START ONE! AND WITH THAT MOUTH OF YOURS! WE CAN BUY ANOTHER HOUSE WITHIN A YEAR!"

The familiar eye twitch made its presence known as I finished most of my morning routine as my mind struggled to figure out how Mom knew what I was thinking, but the more I thought about it. The more my head began to hurt. So, instead of thinking of my mind-raping mother, I focused on the blissful feeling of my six-inch tongue slithering through my ruffled feathers.

"Morning, Kiddo," mused the fiery orange mare without her signature, blown-back mane without looking away from preparing breakfast.

'Strange, she only combs her mane straight and slutty when she has a week off but doesn't she have a show in Las Pegasus tomorrow? What gives?' I wondered as I made my way to the square, mahogany table capable of seating more visitors than we usually get, and sat down in a spot already housing a plate of heaven with my name on it.

"Morning, Mom," I replied before digging into the best cooking in the world!

Without saying another word, Mom walked from the kitchen through the open archway on the far side of the dining room with her food perched on her back. Since I was in food mode, I didn't see her sit down in her usual spot at the other end of the table. Where she did sit was also strange for her since she never sits next to me. She always sat in front to maintain eye contact, plus, from over my shoulder, I could see that she was giving me "The Look."

'Ya know? The kind of look that a concerned mother would give you when she catches you playing with your pussy for the first time, or finding your stash of porn. Not that she cares all much about my porn games, videos, or pictures on my Magically Linked Personal Computation Machine—MLPCM for short—Or my porn magazines, Hentai posters from Neighpon, and sex toys...And body pillow of a white pony Succubus with long, flowing, crimson red mane and tail, silver eyes, demonic wings, and very submissive from High School O&O, also from Neighpon. Which I hide from all the mares I bring home for a little while. I don't want to scare them away for being a total Weeb.

'I still can't get over the fact that this Equestria has the Internet, Video games, Anime, and T.V in color. It's both weird and amazing.'

"Rose, we need to talk," Mom said sternly.

'Fucking called it!'

Turning my attention from my breakfast to the mare beside me, I saw that was staring into her coffee steaming in a white mug with the inscription; "When this mug is empty. You may speak without dying a long, painful, death." The other side had #1 Mom for the "Lulz." Gulping down my bacon, I gave her my full attention for whatever she want's to talk about.

"Talk about what?" I asked through a morning yawn.

"Well, for starters, can you explain the rules about bringing a pony home?"

"That I'm not allowed to bring anyone without your consent because ya'll be the Captain of the Wonderbolts, and don't want shit stolen?" I replied, not fully understanding the problem. She knows that Octavia, Vinyl, Cloudchaser, Razorwing, and Fluttershy come over every other day to game out on my Gemstation 4, play Ogres and Obelisks, watch a movie or nerd out about the latest Ponime to enter Equestria from Neighpon. They were some of the few ponies that were allowed to "be" around Spitfire when she wasn't working according to all the Restraining Orders she filed over the years. It's common knowledge at this point that our house is off-limits.

As well as our street during the holidays.

Sure we get the odd parent that wanted flying lessons for their foal. We do have rules for that as well. The only problem was that the parents had to be living in town, and I had to teach them because of Wonderbolt reasons. Some got mad when they learned that I was the one doing the teaching, but when they learned which bitch I belonged too. They became somewhat docile.

It's how I met Fluttershy when she moved into Ponyville a few years ago. Her parents tried to be all tough and macho, but they were so soft and gentle about it, Spitfire almost broke. Almost. Once they learned that a filly just a year older than their daughter was going to teach her, they practically thanked Spitfire for giving Fluttershy a friend as well.

Plus, the sounds she makes when we preen each other's wings during her lessons is extremely sexy. It sucks that she was only into Stallions. But I guess cuddling while watching the latest movie to come out from Applewood is alright.

I just hope I didn't fuck with her future as the Element of Kindness with her major confidence boost over our years. Or Pinkies with her more "controlled" hyperactive one. Or Rarities with her new love of Blacksmithing. Or Applejacks with her bar.

Still, I haven't seen Rainbow Dash move in yet, so there is still hope for us all.

"Well, that's one way of putting it," Spitfire hummed thoughtfully. "But what about ponies that are more than just friends?"

'What does she mean—Oh, ponies that I fuck. Is this about my one-night-stand with that demon in the sheets a few days ago that she walked in on?' I thought profoundly.

'Probably,' my libido replied. Taking a sip of coffee from my mug labeled "Mommy's Little Whore," and wincing from the still boiling water. I wondered why she would be concerned about my love life.

She knew I was gay, that much was certain. I made sure to drill it into her thick skull over the years. She knew that Black wasn't the first mare that I brought home with lustful intentions, that honor went to a cute filly named, Trixie Lulamoon when she came into town as an upstart performer two years ago. She comes back twice a year to perform an impressive display of magic for all the fillies and colts, even giving some of them beginner-level magic books to learn from, and each time she shows up. We share a drink, have a laugh, and wake up sweaty, musky, and sore. It's a shame we are only fuck-buddies, but hey? What can you do?

"That as long as I use protection and that the mare doesn't break my heart, yadda, yadda," I replied nonchalantly.

"Rose, I love you, I do," Spitfire sighed. "But you can't do this anymore."

"Can't do what?" I asked, slightly confused. I figured that she would want to talk about Black, but was I wrong in that assumption? Maybe.

"This!" she motioned towards me with her free hoof. "You know what society thinks of filly-foolers and Stallion-stuffers! They are treated like crap! It is hard for them to get a job in some places while others fire them on the spot! This phase has too—!"

"Mom," I cut her off with a stern glare into those two, sullen eyes. The kind of eyes that screamed, "I don't want to say this, but I have to cause I love you." Placing my mug down, I turned my entire body to face the disheveled mare in full.

"I'm not going through a phase, you of all ponies should know that after my first heat. Do you remember that day? I didn't bother to take meds and walked into town smelling like a slut that wanted to fuck everyone in the middle of town square." She winced at my sudden use of harsh words, and my mentioning of that day.

"Do you remember that every stallion I walked passed said I smelled fine, but all the mares noticed me?"

"Rose—"

"As much as I want to say all the words that will make you happy, I can't. My body, heart, and soul say, "Mares Only," and I'm not changing."

"That's not—!"

"I don't care," I finished with a sigh, and turned way to stare blankly into my coffee with a tight grip around the mug. "I really don't care if some asshat says I can't do this or that because my interests are feminine in origins. I don't care if I get picked on either. All I care about is the one that I will share my heart with and that's final."

Hearing another sigh, I took a sip of coffee in a short wait for my mother's reply. The warm liquid was comforting, but it needs a little bit more sugar. Reaching for the plate of sugar cubes, Mom spoke again.

"I'm...I'm just worried, sweetheart. You are a kind, smart, caring, and strong mare for your age. You look out for your friends, give flying lessons every Sunday to the foals at the school, and you are a ferocious fighter. You are seventeen going on eighteen in a few months and soon you will leave the house to go to Fort Hurricane Military Academy to begin your career as a Guard."

"However, until you do, I still have to worry about my little girl," she whispered lovingly as she pulled me into a tight embrace. Letting out a sigh of my own, I hugged her back while still in my chair. Once the warmth was over, she sat back down with a weak smile on her face. "Part of my worry comes from your reputation of being my daughter."

"Because of all my trophies, ribbons, and the recent victory at the Junior Lightning Cup?" I added quietly.

She nodded.

"Most of your ribbons and trophies aren't all that noticeable. The only exceptions are your number ones from your four years in the Sky Cup, but the Lighting? You are three more years away from flying in the Phoenix Cup with your old lady. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"

I nodded back.

"Yeah, me being openly gay will cause shit with the professional setting, and possibly ruin your reputation, but you know how good of a fighter I am? The odds are strong in my favor for being posted in the Frontier Forts of Equestria; fighting Diamond Dogs, Dragons, Bandits, Slavers, the Cat people and so on."

"What makes you think that Professional Racing is my fall-back plan?" I asked back.

"Well, cause your job at the Bounding Bunny Cafe definitely isn't," she chuckled. "I still want a picture of you in that adorable bunny outfit. Speaking of work, you should get going."

"Nothing else?" I questioned as I stood up from my seat to get ready for work. She shook her head as I chugged down the rest of my coffee and stretched her wings with a yawn.

"No, Rose, but please be careful. I just want you to be happy."

Author's Notes:

So, some exposition, a bit of fluff, and bewbs.