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"Little Pony" - ButterscotchFTW



Second chances are often times a rarity. Yet, when some higher power decides to bestow one upon you? You tend to make sure it isn't wasted.

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Chapter 2

Author's Note:

Edited:11/24/22

Addendum: Looking back at my writing, I wince. I still wince.

Edited:10/19/24

“That adorable smile hasn’t left your face at all!” Mother hummed as the sounds of the Polaroid camera going off filled my ears. She did tend to go overboard, in a loving way. The numerous pictures of myself lining the pages of her scrapbook, filled to the brim. And I was only four years old at this point, by the time I reached adulthood, she’d have twenty different books to show off.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t fight off the smile on my face. Despite the smudges of cake frosting smeared around my muzzle, that was for added effect. I did not voraciously devour the slice of cake that Mother cut out for me. Totally.

“It’s my birthday, Mom,” I could only say as I playfully squinted my eyes at her. She giggled, immediately moving around the coffee table and seizing me.

“Oh, yes it is your birthday,” she cooed. The napkin she’d managed to grab when I wasn’t looking found its way onto my face, gently wiping away the smears and excess cake.

“My precious baby – already four years old!” She could only hug me tight, showering me with more nuzzles. “It was almost as if yesterday you were still clinging onto me, begging me not to leave you all alone!”

I smirked.

“That was yesterday,” I said as she pulled back, looking down at me. “And for the record, it was cold. You are obligated to keep me nice and warm,” I teased, poking into the unruly mass of chest fluff.

It was cold that day, and from what I could make of it when I watched Mother punch some clouds that lingered over our house. Some of the people who were in charge of the weather misplaced those same clouds.

It was as weird and as dumb as it sounded.

“Oh, is that under law?” she hummed. “I don’t remember agreeing to such terms.”

“Yes, I’m sure my birth certificate…You know, the legal document, explained everything clearly,” I retorted, folding my arms and giving her a smug grin.

She let out an exaggerated scoff, rolling her head back as I could see her fighting the smile tugging at her lips.

“Sigh,” she said out loud. “Bested once more by my intelligent offspring.”

“You know it, now bow down and grovel befo– ah!” my evil monologue was cut short as she suddenly moved, shifting me upward so that I was now staring at her.

The mass that was my mane fell to gravity, flooding my peripherals as I could only make out Mother’s smug expression looking back up at me.

“Oh, dear, you were getting way ahead of yourself,” she said as I squirmed in her hold. “I was ready to admit defeat right then and there... But rubbing it in like that?” She tsked. She shook her head a few times.

That tone of voice made me widen my eyes. She already subjected me to that round of tickles earlier this morning, she wouldn’t dare…

But that grin on her face, I knew exactly what that meant.

My body tensed on instinct, rapidly shaking my head as I tried to squirm away. But with our size difference, it was almost impossible for her to put just a bit more effort into her hold. Tight, but not uncomfortable. “Mom, wait– let’s talk about this,” I tried. Attempting to use my cute face to try and suede her.

But my fate was sealed as my pro– as soon as I saw that grin.

Before I could even get any more pleas out of my mouth, her hooves dug into my sides, overpowering every bit of my senses as she wiggled them around.

"Ahh! No, stop! Mercy!" I shrieked, laughing uncontrollably as I thrashed around in her hooves, trying and failing to escape.

"Begging for mercy now, are we?" she teased, not letting up for a second. "What happened to that big, powerful speech from earlier, hmm?"

"I-I take it back! I take it all back!" I gasped between fits of laughter, my hooves kicking wildly. "You win! You always win!"

Satisfied with my surrender, she finally relented, allowing me a moment to catch my breath. Still giggling and red-faced, I glared up at her, but the smile on my face betrayed any attempt at seriousness.

"You're evil," I huffed, puffing out my cheeks in a faux pout.

She grinned, booping my nose with her nose. "Only when I have to be, little one."

Of course, every parent was a little evil. Some in a good way, others... Well, Mother was the fun evil. She tickled me and made me take baths.



Not that I don’t like taking baths, I just prefer showers. And baths meant she would pull out the brush and detangle my hair, which was the epitome of pain.

It took me a few moments to collect myself. She walked over to the couch and plopped onto it, keeping me in her arms as she let out a satisfied hum, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment of closeness.

Tilting my head up, I took a few moments and just stared at her expression. Her shoulders eased, brows never furrowed. A smile is almost always prevalent.

..

"Thanks, Mom," I whispered, resting my head on her shoulder.

"For what, sweetie?" she opened her eyes, her voice soft now.

"For always making me laugh... and making every day feel like my birthday." I nuzzled into her, feeling the warmth of her love surround me.

She squeezed me tighter, her voice thick with emotion. "Well, that's easy. You've given me every reason to."

“I love you,” my voice was muffled.

“I love you more, more than you’d ever know.”


I didn’t respond. I took a few moments to calm my own emotions against her shoulder, staring at the back of the couch. A mixed bag of emotions sat on the edge, just behind my eyeballs. And the more that I thought about it, the more it teetered over the edge.

In another time and another place, I would’ve tried to shrug the feeling off. Disregarding it and never bringing it up. But it felt right here.


It really did.