Chapter 1
Twilight’s Little Trixie
Chapter 1
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“Mother!” Trixie called in an almost whiny tone as she entered Twilight's study. “Spike keeps hiding my cape and hat!”
Twilight sighed, turned away from her desk and closed her eyes, her horn glowing. A few seconds later, Trixie’s hat and cape appeared in front of her.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Applejack’s apple cellar again? He really needs to think up better hiding places.”
Trixie huffed, puffing out her cheeks. “He shouldn’t be hiding my things at all. What did I ever do to him?”
Twilight raised an eyebrow.
Trixie sighed. “Okay, okay.”
Twilight shook her head, walked over to Trixie and pulled her into a hug. “I know it’s not easy for you two to get along, but please try, Trixie, for me.”
Trixie sighed, feeling the warmth from the other mare. “Alright, Mommy. I’ll try, though he isn’t making this any easier.”
Twilight shook her head. It had been three days since she’d brought Trixie back with her to Ponyville, having become her mother.
None of the townsponies knew yet, and for Trixie’s sake, she was going to keep it that way, at least until Trixie felt comfortable letting the town know everything. It was the same reason why she hadn't told her friends yet. She’d originally hidden Trixie from them,, telling them that she wanted help building a nursery because she planned on adopting, which was the truth, even if not the way her friends thought she meant.
It had taken a day or two, but Trixie’s nursery had been finished. It was in one of the spare rooms in the library that Twilight didn’t actually use, so it was perfect.
The room had been padded, decorated with blue wallpaper with star patterns. There were some toys (Twilight knew Trixie wasn’t really for playing with foal toys, but having them had helped convince her friends further), a changing table, which Rainbow Dash had noted was rather big for a foal and a crib, again which drew attention as to why it was so big.
Twilight had simply said a big crib meant her little filly would be comfy, which they’d all accepted.
Since then, Trixie had been living with Twilight as her foal and the two couldn’t have been happier. Spike, of course, had taken some convincing. He hadn’t been happy when Trixie had arrived and it was lucky his grumpy mood hadn’t been a tip off to the others while they’d help set up the nursery.
Twilight patted Trixie’s padded rear and smiled. “I know a little filly who needs a change.”
Trixie blushed, but didn’t say anything. She’d grown use to using diapers more regularly over the last few days, and since the nursery had been finished, she felt happier then she had in years.
After she was changed, Twilight led her daughter downstairs to the kitchen, where Spike was making celery and onion soup.
“Soup’s almost ready,” he said, not turning around.
Twilight and Trixie sat at the table, Trixie sitting in a highchair designed for a foal her size and Twilight tied a bib around her neck. A few minutes later, Spike came over, bringing three large bowls of soup with him and setting them down.
As they started eating, Twilight looked sternly at Spike. “Spike.” He flinched, knowing that tone. “How many times have I told you to stop hiding Trixie’s things? Isn’t that a bit foalish of you?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Aw, come on, Twilight. I was just having a little bit of fun.”
“At Trixie’s expense,” the powder blue unicorn muttered.
Twilight shook her head. “Spike, Trixie doesn’t like you doing that, and I’ve asked you several times to stop.” She sighed, her expression firm. “If you do it again, I’ll take away your gems.”
Spike froze, his face paling. “You wouldn’t.”
Twilight nodded. “I would. Spike, Trixie’s a part of our family now. I don’t want her to feel like she’s not welcome, and you treating her the way you have been for the last three days hasn’t helped.”
Spike looked down at his soup, shame etching onto his face. “Sorry, Twi.”
Twilight shook her head. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”
Spike sighed and looked to Trixie, who looked back at him, looking uncertain. She didn’t want her being here to drive a wedge between her mommy and Spike.
“Sorry.” Spike went back to eating his soup.
Trixie was shocked into stillness. She hadn’t expected him to just apologize. She was so shocked she almost flailed when she felt a spoonful of soup pop into her mouth, only to see her mommy had levitated it.
Dinner went by quietly, the only sounds being spoons on tableware, when dinner was done, Spike started washing the dishes, while Twilight took Trixie to the living room and they lay down on some cushions.
Trixie snuggled up to her mother, who wrapped her hooves around her. Trixie sighed as she listened to her mommy’s heartbeat next to her head. This was wonderful. She’d missed this feeling so much over the years. The comfort and love of a mother. A caring that couldn’t be mimicked.
“Mommy,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” Twilight replied, nuzzling Trixie a little.
Trixie snuggled a little closer. “I don’t need to wait until the end of the week. I... I want to stay your foal.”
Twilight gave a small smile and nuzzled Trixie again. “Anything for my little filly.”
Trixie smiled and closed her eyes. She was rather tired and would be perfectly happy to fall asleep right here, with her mommy holding her close.
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Trixie was standing in a circular room of blue marble. She looked around, wondering where she was.
She’d never been to a place like this before and yet... there was something familiar.
“Trixie.”
Trixie whirled around, but saw nopony. She knew that voice. It was her mother, her birth mother. She hadn’t heard that voice in years, but she could still remember it.
“Mother?” she called, her voice cracking slightly. “Mother, where are you?”
She felt a warmth from behind her and turned around to see the mare who had cared for her since her birth. She was a unicorn mare with a coat much like Trixie’s, only darker blue. Her mane was a bright yellow and cascaded down her shoulders. Her Cutie Mark was a diamond shaped like a five-pointed star. And her eyes, slightly-dark purple, just Trixie’s were looking at her with happiness.
Trixie wrapped her forelegs around the mare and held her tight. The mare return the embrace and held her close.
“Oh, my little Trixie, I’m so happy for you,” she said, her voice soft and melodious, like a song-bird in spring. “I was so worried, all these years. I’m glad you’ve found a new mother to care for you like I cannot.”
“But you are my mother,” Trixie said in high voice, having somehow turned into a filly. She looked down, tears in her eyes. “Is it... bad that I love Twilight like I do you?”
She felt a hoof under her chin. It lifted her head up to look into her mother’s eyes. They were warm and happy, not at all scolding as she had feared they would be.
“No, sweetie. It’s not bad,” she said, wiping the tears from the azure unicorn’s eyes. “I’m happy you found her, Trixie. I want you to be happy, and she will make sure you are. I will always love you, remember that. But now you have another mommy, who loves you just as much.”
Trixie sniffled and pulled the mare into a hug. “Okay.”
Her mother chuckled. “That’s my little filly.”
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Trixie was awoken by a soft nudging. She opened her eyes and looked blearily at Twilight.
“Come on, sleepy head,” the lavender mare smiled softly. “I think somepony needs to go to bed.”
Trixie didn’t argue, for a yawn stopped her before she could. Twilight led Trixie upstairs, but just as they were about to turn to her room, she paused. “Mommy?”
Twilight turned, her aura holding the doorknob, but not opening the door yet. “Yes, honey?” she asked.
Trixie looked down, shuffling her hooves. “Can... can I sleep with you tonight?”
Twilight looked surprised for a second, before she smiled. “Of course, honey. But first, let’s get you changed, so you’ll be clean for the night.”
After Trixie was changed, Twilight took her up to the loft and snuggled with her into the bed.
Spike walked in, carrying a bottle of warm milk and was clearly about to ask where Trixie was, since she wasn’t in her crib, when he saw them snuggled into the covers.
He shook his head and held out the bottle. Twilight levitated it and popped the nipple into Trixie’s mouth. Trixie slowly drank the milk, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the milk flowing through her and the warmth of her mother holding her.
When the bottle was empty, Trixie yawned, curled up a little closer to Twilight and was asleep in minute, held within the comforting embrace of her mommy.