I am Pinkie Pie, laying in bed, waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. I’m forgetting something, and I never forget ANYTHING, not like... whatever I’m forgetting. Worse, my Pinkie sense is caput, nada, in a word, quiet.
Too quiet.
I really ought to be zipping around town, making sure the world isn't ending or something, but Anonie Pie has his arms around me, and that cuddlebug ain't letting go. Which is weird, normally he gets up at the same time I do and starts making breakfast while I shower. And when he does want to sleep in, he makes a breakfast for Cue Tea Pie the night before. But he didn't do that last night, he was too busy burying his face in my tuft so that he didn't wake my daughter when I gave him the ol' hinkie pinkie hanky panky.
Is my daughter starving right now? Just because my husband got so caught up in performing his husbandly duties on short notice? Though it breaks my heart, I try to escape Anonie's cuddle fu grip. I wiggle, my butt accidentally brushing Anonie's baby batter buster. My morning dew goes from light condensate to Neighagra Falls. Now's not the time, puss, I had plenty of that last night. Even though I could definitely go for another cream filling...No! Focus, my daughter needs me!
"Let go, 'Nonie. Gotta make breaky fasty."
My husband nuzzles against the back of my neck, which is just unfairly cutie patootie.
"Not today, love. Just stay with me and it will all work out."
I scrunch.
"What about Cue Tea?"
"I've been teaching her. Trust me, it'll be fine."
I blink. Maybe there'll be another baker in the family? That would be nice, something to share with my adorable little filly. Just then, my bedroom door creaks open. Cue Tea enters, carrying a serving tray in her mouth, piled high with lumpy pancakes covered in syrup and a big glass of orange juice. Anonie releases his hold on me, and we both sit up in bed. He ruffles her mane.
"Mornin' kiddo."
I smile as Cue sets the tray on my lap.
"All this for me?"
My daughter beams.
"Uh-huh! Happy Mother’s Day!"
I gasp, and all at once my pinkie sense returns, my ear twitchy-flopping, telling me what I already know. Cue Tea Pie is being a very good girl. I pat her head proudly.
"Thank you so much, Cue. This is very thoughtful of you."
She giggles happily.
"You're welcome! Lemme go get the rest."
With that, she scampers off back towards the kitchen. I share a smile with Anonie and start to dig in. As expected from someone who learned from my talented and lovely husband, it's delicious and packed with fruit. Speaking of which, Cue Tea comes back with two more trays, one balanced precariously on her back. It seems she got her sense of balance from me, since she didn't drop a single thing. I thank her again, feeling all sorts of comfy with this family breakfast-in-bed. After that, I just sort of stay in bed, in a big happy cuddle pile. It's the perfect opportunity to take a late morning nap.
I wake up about an hour later, with Anonie sleepily grinding on my rump. Neighagra Falls has officially upgraded to Diluvian II, No Survivors. At the foot of the bed, Cue Tea wakes up, her mane going from bed-head to straight as an arrow, pointing at the bedroom door.
"Huh? Gotta go, Mom. Cutie Sense is acting up."
My blood runs cold.
"Take care, sweetie."
After all these years, I finally figured out what the mane-compass pinkie sign meant. Anonie yawns behind me.
"Oh, did Cue leave? Perfect timing."
Under the covers, one of his hands goes to my teat and gives it a good squeeze.
"Why don't we try to give her a brother?"
My dawning horror is promptly derailed into kinky lust, and I turn to give him such a smooch, with lots of tongue. By the end, he's flustered and panting, aching with need. Just how I like him.
"Do you have a Mother’s Day present for your Mommy, Colt?"
He licks his lips.
"I didn't have time to wrap it, but I think you'll like the special surprise inside."
I push him onto his back, straddling his waist.
"I loooooove surprises. Give it to me."
It is good to be a mom.