Scootaloo walked with her mother through the town, a certain destination in mind. She noticed a few of her part... ex-partners glance in her direction, but they knew not to approach if she was with her family. But what was making them stare was how she was dressed. She had a pair of black three quarter length pants that hugged her legs nicely, and for once her chest was covered up by a blue t-shirt that cut off at the shoulders. Everypony that saw her around town knew she normally had heels of some sort on, but adorning her feet were a pair of black flat pumps. (1)

She confidently led her mother to their terminus and knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal a well dressed Pipsqueak, wearing shoes, jeans, and a dark blue shirt. He stepped out of the way and allowed them entry, the mares sitting on the couch. He sat down opposite them in the chair and smiled over at Scootaloo, who turned to her mother. “Mom... this is Pipsqueak. Pip, this is my mom, Firefly.”

“H-h-hello...” The young stallion got up and walked over with a smile, taking the mare's hand and giving it a kiss.

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Firefly.” Her cheeks turned even pinker as he let her hand go, and he returned to the seat opposite. “I don't want to make you wait too long, but we are expecting another.” Just as he said this there was a knock on the door, and he rose to it. Scootaloo got Firefly to her feet and smoothed down her dress, her mother wondering why she had been told to wear it. “Ladies, I believe you already know Lieutenant Starburst?”

The pink pegasus mare turned around, coming face to face with the guard. She tried to back away, tripping over the couch and banging her head on the floor. He was immediately over to her, helping to set her down on the couch. Her eyes flickered open and she started to fight him away, calming as Scootaloo replaced him. “Mom, remember how I said I knew... he wasn't my real dad? It's because I found this!” She produced a photograph, one half of it burnt away.

Firefly took it and stared at it. It was her and Scootaloo at the time of her birth, the filly held in a stallion's arms. It was clear that he was a pegasus by the wing at the bottom of the page, but that was all there was of him. She watched as Scootaloo put her arm up to the stallion behind her, and he reached into his uniform's pocket, bringing up another picture.

It was passed to her and she looked at it, seeing the stallion before her with her daughter in his arms, smiles all round. She placed the burnt one over it, and could clearly see they were one and the same. Her vision began to swim around, and she screamed as the image of a building on fire around her and her little filly collapsed around them. And then she fell back to the couch, unconscious.

Starburst immediately pulled Scootaloo out of the way, checking Firefly's vitals, and then placed the back of his hand on her forehead. “She's alive, but she's burning up. Scootaloo, go get me some towels and a bowl of warm water. Not cold, warm.” The mare closed her mouth and nodded, shooting up the stairs. “Pip... go cook your meals. Don't starve yourself on account of us.”

“Are you sure?”

“At first I... wanted to kill you. But after our talk, I should really thank you. You helped my filly from a dangerous path, and it is your job to look after her now. I'll take care of her mother. Now, go.” Pip nodded and headed out of the room and into his kitchen. He took half of the ingredients for the meal he was planning and put them away, beginning to make a smaller portion. He almost sliced his fingers as a pair or orange arms wrapped around him from behind.

He turned around and smiled down at Scootaloo, eyes flickering briefly over her attire, and she looked out the window when he raised his head again. “What... do you think?”

“You look pretty. And the clothes are a nice touch as well. But everything is overshadowed by your eyes. They're beautiful.” She had been told this many times, and for once she wasn't drawing attention to them with make up. That meant he was looking because he wanted to, and he was being honest. Pip suddenly found himself pushed against the counter as Scootaloo stood on tip toes and kissed him, but she pulled away with a blush as a deep throat coughed.

“Scootaloo, go look after your mother for a minute. I need his help.” With a quick peck to his cheek, she walked out, stopping to give Starburst a kiss on the cheek as well. He glared at Pip as he grinned, then turned and started rifling through the cupboards. “I know you've got a lot of rare ingredients, colt, and I need them to make something to help Firefly wake up...”

“How about a Zebrican clarity potion? Will that help, sir?”

“Hmmph, you've got manners, colt, I'll give you that. But how do you know how to make it?”

“Make it? I've got a load of it.” Pip turned to his fridge, pulling out a vial filled with a green brown deluge. “It's disgusting, makes you feel like you want to die, but it does the trick.”

“How the hay do you know some much about it, colt? I've only ever heard rumours.”

“Oh that's easy.” He grabbed a glass from one of the shelves, emptying the vial into it and selecting a few fruits, begging to cut them up and put them in with the potion. “I travelled to Zebrica... nine years ago or so. They are a friendly group, and taught me a lot. Much better than griffons and minotaurs...” Pip glanced over his shoulder at the stallion, who was watching him whilst leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “... and some ponies. But the true highlight of my travels... the Dragon Kingdom. That is truly a place to behold.”

“Wait, the Dragon Kingdom? Only one pony has been there and come back in a hundred years! You're that Pipsqueak, the cartographer?” With a knowing grin, Pip slipped his jeans down and showed him his cutie mark, a blank map with a few geography tools on top. “Oh hay, please forgive me, sir, for any undue emotional stress and any possible physical actions I may have taken against you!”

“Sir? What are you talking about? I'm just a stallion that likes to travel, and draws what he sees. That's where my real passion lies.”

“Then you don't know?” Pip had no idea what he was talking about, so returned to his concoction after shaking his head. “The maps you drew... they're now the official maps of every government office in Equestria! You've been places ponies haven't for generations! You were even given a knighthood, but never attended the ceremony! When the guards were sent to find you, your apartment in Canterlot hadn't been used for a good six months!”

“How long ago was that?”

“Er, about four years ago, I think.”

“Four years ago, now that was a journey. Ancient Uncornia, what a place. The next one for me is Pegasopolis. The original earth pony lands is actually Equestria today. I have no idea why they left, but they came back.”

“Uncornia, huh? You'll have to tell me about it sometime... but for now, is it ready?”

“Just one last thing.” Pip reached into the cupboard above him, bringing out a brown bottle. He took the lid off and let a few drops into the glass, which caused a sizzling sound, but it soon died down. He picked up the glass and offered it to the stallion with a smile on his face. “Wasabi alcohol, for that extra kick. Trust me, without it...”

They walked out of the kitchen, the younger stallion carrying a bucket, as he had had to have this drink before and knew what was going to happen. An orange arm barred his chest as they went to enter the lounge, and his ears twitched as a quiet voice hit them. “Mom? Come on, wake up. Dad... my real dad, is here now, and he's a really nice stallion. I... know when last we spoke it was an argument, and I'm sorry. I also know... you know about what I do, but I've changed!”

The stallions crept closer, Pip's cheeks turning red as Scootaloo continued. “I've met, or re-met really, a really nice stallion, and he's helped me a lot the past two days. His name's Pipsqueak, and he's really sweet. I think he still sees me as a sweet little filly... and it feels nice. Mom, please come back so we can be a proper family again. And I want you to meet my coltfriend... at least... I hope he'll be my coltfriend...”

Scootaloo gave a cry of surprise as she was lifted from the couch, her father wrapping his arms around her. She looked up and sniffed, and he wiped the tears from her eyes with a smile. He then stepped back and pushed her towards Pipsqueak, who pulled her close. They took a seat on the chair, the mare on his lap, as Starburst knelt next to Firefly, who was just stirring. “W-w-water...”

“Give it to her now.” With a nod of his head, he tipped the glass to her mouth, the mare bringing a hand up and gulping the liquid down. She then sat up, eyes wide as she looked around the room. Her gaze focused on Starburst... and then she bent forward and puked onto him. “I brought the bucket for a reason...” Scootaloo snickered as Pip nuzzled the back of her head.

“St-s-s-starburst? Is it really you?” The stallion opened his eyes and nodded, Firefly ignoring the mess and throwing her arms around his neck. “I had this terrible nightmare! There was a fire, and Scootaloo and I were lost to you! It was like a whole life, living with another stallion! He was evil, pure evil and a drunkard at that! Tell me... Scootaloo, is she...”

“Mom...” Firefly opened her eyes, staring at the young mare sat opposite her. “...it wasn't a dream.”

“S-s-s-scootaloo? By Discord's beard... you’re beautiful! But Starburst, you're filthy!”

“Yeah, you just puked on me.”

“Oh... well why don't we get you cleaned up then?”

“Firefly, I haven't seen you in thirteen years...”

“Thirteen years? So that stallion that I... married?”

“Arrested for domestic abuse. He'll never hurt you again.” It was clear that Firefly didn't know what to say, multiple emotions playing across her face, then main one being relief. Starburst stood, looking down his front, and saw she was in the same state. “Scootaloo, could you run home and get your mom some clothes?”

“Sure thing, dad.” She gave Pip a quick kiss, jumping up and running out of the house. The earth pony looked back to the couch, where Firefly was staring at him with a smirk.

“So then, who are you?”

“Uh, the name's Pipsqueak, ma'am.”

“And what was that all about?”

“Uh, well, um...”

“Firefly, leave the colt alone. Pip, do you mind if we catch a shower?”

“Sure, I'll show you where everything is.” The trio went upstairs, where Pip led the to the bathroom, and then showed them the spare room, promising that he'd put out some of his father's clothes for Starburst to wear. He then left them in peace, heading back downstairs to wait for Scootaloo.

“So, you can go first, Firefly.” He went to vacate the bathroom, but a tug on his tail made him stop.

“Star... the last thirteen years... I know they happened, but it's like a blur. How long did... you wait?”

“Wait? For what?”

“To move on...” He turned around, bringing up a hand and placing on her cheek, Firefly putting hers over his.

“I never could. Sure, there were a few mares here and there, but none of them were you. But then... you were married to another. I guess you have moved on instead.”

“Actually... we never... consummated anything. He could never get it up anyway. I always knew there was something missing, but couldn't pin it down.” She stepped closer, well within range of his arms. “And that something... was you.” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him away from the door. She looked up and stared into his eyes, moving her muzzle closer... closer still, their lips about to touch...

“Mom, I've got your clothes!” Scootaloo burst through the door, staring blankly at the scene she was presented with, before giving a triumphant cry. “Ha! How do you like being cock blocked, dad? Not nice is it?”

“Scootaloo, go downstairs. You have a possible coltfriend to talk to.” That shut her up, and she closed the door whilst blushing. Starburst was about to leave Firefly in peace when he felt a tug on his hand, the mare having already slipped out of her dress and standing there in her underwear.

He moved with her, closer to the shower, where she started to unbutton his uniform. He let her strip him down, his body not reacting as she turned around and unclasped her bra, letting her panties slide down her legs. She then pulled him into the shower with her, bending over to start the flow.

He did his best not to look, but Celestia dammit, he was a stallion. Warm water soon cascaded from the shower head above them, and the mare stood up, passing a bottle of soap to him and spreading her wings. “Get them for me will you? I can never reach the base.” Starburst moved closer, putting his arms behind her back and rubbing the soap into her feathers as she pressed against his chest.

He looked down as she looked up, staring into each other's eyes. Firefly raised her head a little, and Starburst hesitated at first, but then lowered his, their lips meeting in a passionate soft kiss.

Spike sat in the dungeon, his wrists shackled behind his back. When they had awoke that morning, Sweetie Belle complained about pains in her shoulders. So he took her along to the castle doctors. The unicorn had shifted the dragon out of the room so he could begin his examination, and on a hunch sent a few guards to their room.

It wasn't long before they came looking for him, and now here he was, arrested for sexual and physical assault. He had tried to explain what had happened, but the guards didn't listen. They also ignored his pleas for them to ask Sweetie Belle about what happened.

The sounds of the market drifting through the high up window had died down, and he knew it was lunch time, and nopony had come past for a good couple of hours. So it was easy to understand his apathy as he stared at the wall opposite the bed, not moving when the cell door swung open with a creak. He didn't even turn as they removed his shackles.

He gave a cry of surprise as he was suddenly tackled to the bed by a sobbing white blur, bringing his arms up and holding her close. “I'm sorry Spike! I... told them the truth when they finally came to see me, and I'm sorry it took so long!” Sweetie Belle buried her head into his shoulder, tears still falling. He brought a claw up and started to run it through her mane, the mare's breathing becoming steady.

“Thank you. You may now leave us.” Spike sat up with Sweetie Belle in his lap as Celestia entered, sitting at the other end of the bed and staring at the floor. “I must apologise... when I saw the packages you were carrying, I assumed you knew what you were doing. Had I known it would have resulted in injury, and this...” She waved a hand around the cell. “...I would have left you alone.”

“I'm sorry too, Sweets. I should have listened when you suggested going back, and I got you hurt. I'll understand... if you want to breapphhh!” She had cut him off by pressing her lips to his, pulling away with a smile.

“Spike, Celestia... you don't have to apologise. I made my choice when I put the horn ring on, and... I... Well, I enjoyed... everything, really. So don't be sorry. Spike... I'm not going to break up with you... but can we take it slower into this area?” He responded in kind, giving her a small kiss and nodding his head.

“Now we have that sorted, the restraints you got from Velvet's... I am going to keep a hold of them for now. They are far too advanced for beginners like you. Tell me, do you have a safety word?” The blank looks both of them were giving her were enough to answer, and she shook her head with a sigh. “A safety word, if you insist in entering this world, is when the bound pony is uncomfortable, or has had enough.”

“Oh, we should probably do that, right Spike?”

“Heh, yeah, I think that'd be a good idea.”

“I am glad to hear it, but I think you two should take a break from this bondage stuff for a bit. Sweetie Belle, how are you feeling?”

“Quite stiff, but I'll be alright.”

“Lie down on your front on the bed.” The mare raised an eyebrow at her, causing Celestia to giggle. “Nothing like that, I promise. This will help you.” She did as asked, and Celestia moved the bed away from the wall, waving Spike to the other side of the bed, starting near the mare's feet. She removed the sandal and began to rub it with her hands, a soft moan escaping from Sweetie Belles lips. “Spike, copy what I do, okay.”

She led him through an in depth lesson on the pressure points of a mare's body, and how to relieve stress and aches with a simple massage. After an hour of instruction, Spike followed Celestia from the dungeons, the sleeping mare held in his arms. Celestia had already arranged for their stuff to be collected from the castle, minus certain items of course, and she bent down to whisper in his ear just before they boarded the train bound for Ponyville. “Her... outfit is in your suitcase... master.”

“Thank you for that, it is much appreciated... mistress.” Celestia giggled and kissed him on the cheek, walking along outside to ensure they found a seat. They had indeed boarded the pre arranged carriage, and the two guards in the corridor opened a door for them to a private compartment. Spike looked around inside and saw that it had a fold out bed, so he put Sweetie Belle down on the opposite bench seat and began to prepare the bed.

The mare stirred at that point, and she sat up, looking out the compartment window to see Celestia on the platform. The alicorn gave her a wink and pointed to the suitcase, to which Sweetie Belle smiled. She used her magic to pull the blinds down, Spike too busy to notice it get darker, and then open the case. On top were the latex stockings, gloves, choker and heels. She floated them out, making no noise thanks to the silencing spell.

She had already put some talc inside them, and a quick shake ensured that it was evenly spread. The only item she ignored was the heels, not ready to wear them again. Spike had just finished with the bedding when something landed over his head, and he pulled it off. It was Sweetie Belle's dress, and he spun round to find her back in the latex outfit, smiling at him.

Outside the carriage, Celestia watched with a smile as the shadow of the dragon was pushed against the compartment door, another one coming closer. The train began to slowly roll away, the mare bursting out with laughter as the second shadow mingled with that of Spike, and then began to get lower.

The young dragon stared out the window opposite him, watching the outer streets of Canterlot go by. He was doing his best to ignore the other motion in the room, where Sweetie Belle was on her knees, his fully erect cock in her mouth. It was so unexpected, so spontaneous, that he didn't know to react. He looked down as she slipped off with an audible pop, licking his tip as a dribble of pre cum came out.

Standing back up, she grabbed his dick and pulled him over to to the bench, sitting him down. It was then he noticed the subtle difference about her. Her mane, instead of being curls, was cascading down around her head, with her long two tone locks giving a wavy look. She turned away from him, bending forwards at the hips, swishing her tail from side to side as she slid the thong from between her legs.

She turned around and walked back over to Spike, straddling his lap and squashing his cock between them. She ran her hands down his arms, and forced them behind his back, where he heard metallic clicking. She brought her hands back to his front, slipping them under his shirt and rubbing his chest. He couldn't get his back around, as they were chained together. Sweetie Belle stood and turned away, sauntering over to the attached bathroom, grabbing a small bag on the way. Spike tried to follow, but couldn't as his bonds were attached to the back of the seat.

He did his best to watch Sweetie Belle, and could just make out that she was applying make up in there. The light switched off and she came back Spike watching open mouthed as she reached into the bag and withdrew the crop, turning to face him. Her eyes were now framed by black eye liner, eye shadow and mascara, whilst her lips sported blood red lipstick.

She grabbed something else from the case, but kept it hidden, walking back over to Spike with the grace of a model, one foot in front of the other. She then climbed back across his lap, rocking her hips over him. “Sweetie Belle...” She placed the tip of the crop of his mouth, stopping him.

“No, it is 'mistress'. Now, open your mouth.” He did as told, expecting her to lean in for a kiss. Instead he had a moments notice as a large black ball was shoved in, Sweetie Belle leaning forwards to secure the strap behind his head, sitting back to admire her work. “I had a good talk with Celestia, she said that we have to share the dominant role, and it's my turn now.”

She raised herself up, using a gloved hand to guide him to her entrance, slowly lowering herself down his shaft, causing him to groan into the gag, his eyes closed. She bottomed out and began to roll her hips, feeling his body tense as she took total control. She had learnt his tells, and there was a little twitch of his cock against her walls which made her moan with pleasure. She got his attention by tapping the end of his muzzle with the crop. “Don't you dare cum before me, or you'll be riding this train back to Ponyville like that!”

Truth be told, she wasn't going to last long either, being the one with the power heightened the arousal. It was really only a few hours since she slept, so she was still quite sensitive. Her breaths became faster as she started to ride his cock up and down, biting her lip each time she impaled herself on it, Spike grunting and groaning around his gag.

Just as she was going up at one point, the train lurched, causing her to fall down and tighten around him. That was it for her, she bent forward and bit into Spike's shoulder as her love sugar seeped from her hole, across his crotch and over the seat. She could still feel him inside her, and she gripped him by the muzzle, tilting his head up to look at her lust filled eyes. “Fuck me, fuck me until you're dry!”

He willingly complied, working with her as she continued to use him and he moved up and down as quick as possible. Sweetie Belle then screamed out again from the second orgasm, and she pulled his head back by the gag's strap, her voiced laced with a sultry growl. “Cum for your mistress.”

That was it, he climaxed, legs and arms tensing as he groaned into gag once more, Sweetie Belle giving a satisfied sigh as he filled her up with his warm seed. She stood up from him and knelt to the floor, using her tongue to lick him clean. Once she was satisfied, she unlocked his restraints and pulled him to his feet, pulling his boxers up.

She didn't let him take the gag out as she dragged him to the bed, making him climb up first with a few taps to his ass with the crop. She then followed, finally unbuckling the gag and let him take a few deep breaths before leaning down and kissing him. “Thank you, Spike, your mistress is most pleased.” She shifted a little so that she was lying on her side against his side, head resting on his chest. “Spike... I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetie Belle. Sorry, mistress.” The mare giggled, weakly punching his chest before letting her gloved hand stroke it instead. “Just one thing... what was the safe word?”

“Oh Spike, the safe word was... banana.”

Author's Notes:

Only one picture this time around, mainly because I'm too tired to go looking for them.
(1) Scootaloo's 'modest' outfit.