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1. As alluded to in the post above, Peachbottom has a son that she had at a young age and took care of for 10 years until her parents thought it best she go to college and watch over him in her stead in the meantime. Gladmane, however, didn't get that many details. Peachbottom always described her son as "a precious lil' thang", "beautiful baby boy that puts the sun's shine to shame", or "a blessing far beyond what any gift Celestia could give." Admittedly, Gladmane wasn't great with kids, and from her descriptions he assumed that it was just some little snot-nosed twerp that he could buy a couple toys and win over. Oh how easy that would've been.

2-3. Peachbottom introduced her massive son to Gladmane in front of his luxury resort, told them to have some fun boy bonding time, then frolicked away to leave them alone. Gladmane was stunned to say the least, seeing this gigantic grinning hick boy instead of a tiny little colt that he could impress with the bags of candy he had bought in advance. So he did what he did whenever he greeted any other grown stallion: a nice, friendly handshake.
"Name's Gladmane. Yours?"
"I'm Big Britches! Gonna be 20 soon, and almos' done gettin' my GED."
"Oh, you're older than I thought. Nice to meet you, kid!"
"Howdy! So you're my ma's new stallion, huh?"
"Yeah, I--"
Before he knew it, a python grip squeezed both of Gladmane's shoulders and he was yanked nose to nose with a now very threatening looking stallion. Were this anyone else, Gladmane would've had them disposed of. But for the first time in a while, he felt genuine unease. What Britches' said next didn't help.
"Listen here, chicken lard. If you break my momma's heart, I'll make you look like a damn modern painting. You ain't the first boy and you won't be the last. But so help me you even make my momma frown I'll turn you upside down quicker than a fish swimmin' in ammonia."
Gladmane was speechless as he was pulled into a hug and patted aggressively. When he was finally released from what he was sure was the violent embrace of death, Big Britches gave him a big smile.
"Now les' go have some fun!"
"...Uh. Yeah."

After an awkward day of hanging out with Britches (who he was positive was going to kill him if he wasn't paying attention), Gladmane was justifiably scared shitless and had a lot of questions for Peachbottom. All were deflected by offended maternal statements like "my lil' angel would never!" and "even if that was true, I think it's sweet he cares about me, dontcha?"

Seems he was going to have to figure out this one alone... He didn't want to cause a rift between his beloved and her son, nor did he want a bad relationship with her son. Years in prison and underground activities didn't prepare him for this.

Art (c) mylittlegami

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more about gladmane and peachbottom here: www.deviantart.com/mylittlegam…

1. As alluded to in the post above, Peachbottom has a son that she had at a young age and took care of for 10 years until her parents thought it best she go to college and watch over him in her stead in the meantime. Gladmane, however, didn't get that many details. Peachbottom always described her son as "a precious lil' thang", "beautiful baby boy that puts the sun's shine to shame", or "a blessing far beyond what any gift Celestia could give." Admittedly, Gladmane wasn't great with kids, and from her descriptions he assumed that it was just some little snot-nosed twerp that he could buy a couple toys and win over. Oh how easy that would've been.

2-3. Peachbottom introduced her massive son to Gladmane in front of his luxury resort, told them to have some fun boy bonding time, then frolicked away to leave them alone. Gladmane was stunned to say the least, seeing this gigantic grinning hick boy instead of a tiny little colt that he could impress with the bags of candy he had bought in advance. So he did what he did whenever he greeted any other grown stallion: a nice, friendly handshake.
"Name's Gladmane. Yours?"
"I'm Big Britches! Gonna be 20 soon, and almos' done gettin' my GED."
"Oh, you're older than I thought. Nice to meet you, kid!"
"Howdy! So you're my ma's new stallion, huh?"
"Yeah, I--"
Before he knew it, a python grip squeezed both of Gladmane's shoulders and he was yanked nose to nose with a now very threatening looking stallion. Were this anyone else, Gladmane would've had them disposed of. But for the first time in a while, he felt genuine unease. What Britches' said next didn't help.
"Listen here, chicken lard. If you break my momma's heart, I'll make you look like a damn modern painting. You ain't the first boy and you won't be the last. But so help me you even make my momma frown I'll turn you upside down quicker than a fish swimmin' in ammonia."
Gladmane was speechless as he was pulled into a hug and patted aggressively. When he was finally released from what he was sure was the violent embrace of death, Big Britches gave him a big smile.
"Now les' go have some fun!"
"...Uh. Yeah."

After an awkward day of hanging out with Britches (who he was positive was going to kill him if he wasn't paying attention), Gladmane was justifiably scared shitless and had a lot of questions for Peachbottom. All were deflected by offended maternal statements like "my lil' angel would never!" and "even if that was true, I think it's sweet he cares about me, dontcha?"

Seems he was going to have to figure out this one alone... He didn't want to cause a rift between his beloved and her son, nor did he want a bad relationship with her son. Years in prison and underground activities didn't prepare him for this.

Art (c) mylittlegami