//------------------------------// // Epilogue - A Twixie Future // Story: A Twixie Love Story // by Yukito //------------------------------// Trixie trudged through the thick snow beneath her hooves as she made her way through the frigid town. She wore her long, blue and light-blue striped scarf, knitted for her by her lovely wife, Twilight Sparkle, and a warm, specially insulated saddle on her back. “Hmph! This is nothing!” Trixie shouted to herself as she pushed against the strong winds trying to keep her away from the library. “The winters here pale in comparison to those up in Canterlot!” True to her claims, Trixie managed to persevere through the strong winds, and make her way back to the Golden Oaks Library. She opened the door and rushed inside quickly, slamming it shut behind her to keep the cold out. “Twilight! Trixie’s back!” “Did you get the blueberry pie?!” Twilight shouted from upstairs. “… No. Trixie just wandered around town for thirty minutes for no reason, then came straight back!” “Well, you’ll have to go back out then!” Trixie rolled her eyes, and used her magic to remove her scarf and saddle and place them on the rack by the door. She walked up the stairs to the upper floor of the library, where Twilight Sparkle was lying in bed, and Spike reading to her from a book. He stopped when Trixie entered the room, and Twilight raised her eyebrow up at the blue mare. “Oh, so you do have the pie,” she said with a grin. “Thank you, Twilight. It is great to be home,” Trixie responded as she levitated the pie over to Twilight, laying it on top of her wife’s bulging stomach. Twilight did not look amused. “Here. One of Ponyville’s finest blueberry pies, fresh from the oven.” Twilight took a whiff of the pie. “Thanks, Trixie. It smells lovely.” “Well, it better taste lovely, after what Trixie had to do to get it. Incidentally, you’d better thank Mrs. Cake later. Sugarcube Corner was supposed to be closed today, but she made this special pie, just for you.” “Will do,” Twilight said, licking her lips as she reached out and brought the pie closer to her mouth. “Hey, could you help me with this, please?” “I can do that!” Spike said, quickly bolting to his feet by Twilight’s side. “Just lemme go grab a knife from the kitchen!” Trixie shook her head in amusement as she watched Spike run past her, and down the stairs. “You know, you can still do that by yourself, Twilight.” “The doctor said not to use my magic in my condition.” “He said not to overuse it,” Trixie countered. “Teleportations are a no-no, but simple stuff like levitation is fine.” Spike ran back up the stairs, carrying a knife in his claws. “Spike! Don’t run with knives!” Twilight scolded. Spike flinched, and slowed down to a simple walk. “S-Sorry.” He reached Twilight’s side again, and began to cut the pie into smaller pieces. Twilight turned back to Trixie. “Anyway, I don’t want to take any chances. If something bad happens, it’s not just me who suffers for it,” she said as she placed a hoof to her stomach. “We’re two weeks away. I don’t want any complications, and I want our baby to be strong and healthy when he or she comes out.” Trixie nodded, and approached her wife’s side, resting the side of her head against her stomach. “Trixie still can’t believe that Alicorn magic could do such a thing.” Trixie understood Cadance’s explanation quite well, but still found it hard to comprehend. Essentially, the two mares were able to fuse their gametes together through the use of a special love-based magic. The spell required both partners to not only harbour feelings of true love for one another, but also, to both have strong enough magic to power the spell. Twilight and Trixie met these criteria. “She even cast a randomisation spell, so that your gamete could have been either X or Y,” Twilight said, turning her head to Spike when the baby dragon offer her a slice of pie on a plate. “Thanks, Spike.” Trixie nodded, and smiled when she heard the baby kicking from within Twilight. “Trixie has fifty bits on it being a filly, remember?” Twilight swallowed the piece of pie in her mouth and giggled. “Just be ready to fork your bits over when your wroOOOOOONG!” Trixie bolted her head up, and Spike jumped back with a start, as they watched Twilight writhe around in her bed. “T-Twilight? What’s wrong?” Twilight dropped her plate to the floor, and sat up as she groaned in agony. “… T-Trixie,” she said, breathing heavily, “I think t-the baby’s h-had a change of plans…” “Y-You mean-” Twilight nodded, and Trixie’s mouth slowly creased into a smile. “I-It’s coming? It’s coming! Spike, the baby’s coming!” “Y-Yeah, I heard!” Spike shouted, looking worried as he turned to a nearby window. “What do we do? It’s pretty cold outside, and it’ll be snowing soon!” “We’ve got to get her to the hospital, fast!” “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!” Trixie quickly held Twilight as the purple mare began to pant from her convulsion. “G-Go and get her wheelchair, and her warm clothing! Quick!” “On it!” Spike quickly charged out of the room, leaving Trixie to tend to Twilight. “Twilight, are you alright? Just remember your breathing exercises.” Twilight wrapped her forehoof around Trixie’s hoof. “Trixie is here for you, TwiliIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!” Trixie bit her lip as she felt her wife trying with all of her might to crush the showmare’s hoof. “SPIIIIIIIKE! HURRY UP ALREADYYYYYYY!” “S-Sorry, Trixie,” Twilight said as she eased her hold on Trixie’s hoof, her own pain subsiding. “Oh man. Mum said it would be painful, but…” Twilight gasped suddenly, and brought her free hoof up to her mouth. “Oh no…” “W-What?” “… Trixie… our child is being born two weeks ahead of schedule.” Twilight turned to face Trixie, her eyes wide as tears flowed out of them. “Our child’s going to be a delinqueeeeeent!” she whined as she placed her foreleg to her eyes, sobbing into it. Trixie quickly pulled the crying mare into a hug, and started to assure her that that was not the case. Twilight’s mood swing didn’t last long, though, before another wave of pain passed through her body, causing her to once again attempt to crush Trixie’s hoof. “AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!” “Twilight, breath!” Trixie shouted, trying not to scream herself from the blinding pain of Twilight crushing her hoof. “Doctor, please tell me we don’t have to wait much longer!” “Sorry, but there’s still a ways to go,” Doctor Stable reported, levitating a clipboard to his face and running a quill along it. “I’ll come back in fifteen minutes to check up on the patient. If you need anything, contact one of the nurses right away.” “NO!” Twilight shouted. “This child decided that he or she wanted to be born two whole weeks ahead of schedule, and now it’s content on just staying inside, while I have to suffer like this?!” “Twilight, honey, calm dow-” “SHUT UP! You get this child out of me right now, or I swear, I will report you to Princess Celestia!” Doctor Stable simply turned away and began to leave the room. “If you need anything, please contact one of the nurses right away,” he repeated as he left, completely ignoring Twilight’s threat. “THAT’S IT! Trixie, write a message and have Spike send it to the Princess!” “Twilight, I think you just need to-” “TWILIGHT!” The door to the hospital room opened up, and Rarity and Pinkie Pie burst in. “We heard from Spike that the baby was coming!” Rarity said. “He’s on his way to tell the other girls, but it might take some time to reach them with all the snow outside.” “Snow?” Trixie asked. “Oh yes. It’s practically a blizzard out there. But, we wouldn’t allow such a thing to stop us from being there for our best friend when she needs us by her side!” “What I need,” Twilight started, “Is for somepony to GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!” She squeezed hard on Trixie’s hoof, causing the blue mare to wince and flail about silently in pain. “Hang in there, darling. We’re all here for you.” “Yeah! And when the baby’s born we can celebrate its very first birthday together!” Pinkie Pie shouted, pulling her party cannon out of nowhere and firing it. Confetti filled the room a moment later, and a disgruntled Twilight Sparkle growled at the pink mare. “Eheheh… Um, sorry?” “Pinkie Pie, I know you have good intentions, but right now, I am in pain the likes of which you could never believe, and I am in no mood for your craziness! Now, if you want to be useful, go and find that quack of a doctor, and tell him to TAKE ME TO THE DELIVERY ROOM ALREADY!” “But you’re not ready yet!” Trixie protested, receiving a deadly glare from Twilight. “Whose side are you on?! I’m practically dying here!” “Twilight, please,” Rarity said in a pleading tone. “I know it’s painful, but just a little longer, and-” “OWWWWWWWW!” Twilight grabbed Trixie’s hoof with both of her forehooves this time, doubling the pain it caused to her wife. “DAMN IT BABY! GET OUT OF ME, RIGHT NOW, OR I SWEAR, YOU WILL GROUNDED FOR LIFE!” Rarity and Pinkie Pie backed away nervously, and partly out of fear, as Trixie silently pleaded for one of them to take her place. “Uh, on second thought, perhaps we should go and find that doctor.” Pinkie Pie nodded in agreement. “I agree! And we should totally search together, so there’ll be a better chance of finding him!” “Right! Well then, Trixie, we’ll leave this to you. Bye!” Trixie simply gaped as she watched her so-called ‘friends’ running out of the room, and leaving her to deal with Twilight on her own. “Trixiiiiiiie,” Twilight said weakly as she lay on her back, completely exhausted. “I’m thirsty. Can you go get me some more water?” Trixie nodded her head, but didn’t move from the spot... because there was still something keeping her there, by grabbing onto her hoof. “Twilight, Trixie can’t go with you holding onto her like that.” “Don’t leave me,” Twilight pleaded. “Then, how can Trixie get you your wa-” Trixie stopped when she saw Twilight wide, pleading eyes, and let out a soft sigh. “… Trixie will ask the nurse to fetch you a drink.” Trixie pressed the button to call the nurse by the side of Twilight’s bed, and waited with her wife for the nurse to come. ‘I agree. Please hurry up and be born, baby…’ “I-Is it over?” Twilight asked, utterly exhausted and just about ready to fall asleep right there and then. “It is,” Trixie assured her. “You did great, Twilight.” ‘Sure did a number on my hoof. Should’ve given you my left one, in hindsight.’ “The nurse is just cleaning her up now.” “Here you go, Mrs. Lulamoon, Mrs. Sparkle,” Nurse Redheart said as she handed the newborn foal to the two mares. “Congratulations. It is a healthy baby colt.” “A colt…” Twilight reached out to grab the baby, and carefully took it from Nurse Redheart. She was still a little dazed, so Trixie lent a hoof. “Trixie… we have a beautiful baby colt.” “Yes, Twilight… He’s perfect.” Trixie gently moved the sheet wrapped around her new son, so that she could get a better look at him. A white coat, a short, striped purple and red mane (which told Trixie something about her family’s gene pool, since Twilight insisted that nopony on her side of the family has a red mane), and a small horn protruding from his forehead. His eyes were shut, so she couldn’t see their colour, but she could hear his crying just fine. “He gets his whining from you, I guess.” Twilight wanted to come up with something witty in response to that, but she was too tired, so she simply settled for leaning her head on Trixie’s shoulder. “Excuse me,” Nurse Redheart said, approaching the two with a carriage for transporting the baby. “I know that this is a special moment for the two of you, but we’ve been made aware of the special circumstances regarding this child’s birth, and that certain problems may arise as a result. Therefore, just to be safe, Princess Cadance has suggested we run a few quick tests on your child as soon as possible.” Twilight hesitated for a bit, simply wanting to hold and look at her child forever, but then nodded her head as she offered her child to the nurse. “I understand. Please be careful not to drop him, though.” Nurse Redheart rolled her eyes. “I’ve handled plenty of babies before, Mrs. Sparkle. I’ll be just fine, trust me. By the way, have you thought of a name for him yet?” Twilight and Trixie exchanged a quick glance, before turning back to Nurse Redheart. “Yes… We’ve decided to name him after my favourite uncle, Knight.” “And as for his surname,” Trixie continued, “Since the coin flip was invalidated by Pinkie Pie, we decided on a compromise.” She looked to Twilight, who nodded her head. “… Knight Sparklemoon.”