In a small cloudhome right on the edge of the outskirts of Cloudspire, the sound of a foal crying made one young mare roll over and sit up, brushing her butterscotch mane out of her face. Reaching over, she began to rock a crib, in which lay a light green pegasus filly. The crying stopped and bright orange eyes opened to see who it was that came to her calls, but it was not the pony she wanted, thus her wailing began anew.

Picking the filly up, the honey coloured pegasus mare held her close and gently brushed her mane, making shushings sounds. “It’s okay, my little Leafy, daddy will be home soon. Here, are you hungry?” Opening her nightshirt was enough to quieten her foal, and as the filly began to feed the mare looked at the space next to her with a sigh, for it had been empty for over a week now. Tunny, where are you?

She sat there until the filly had her fill, burped her, and then got out of bed. She had just approached the lounge when she heard a knock on her door, seeing two shadows on the glass. Slowly approaching, she cautiously opened the door, looking at the pair in armoured outfits. “H-hello?”

“Is this the home of one Winter Tundra?” Asked the stallion of the pair, a silver coated pegasus, who stood a head taller than most ponies. The other was a blue furred mare, with a rainbow mane. “Miss?”

“Y-yes, it is. Why, what’s he done?”

“I think we’d better come in, we have something to tell you,” the mare outside said. “My name is Rainbow Dash, and Tunny… is my brother.” Dash gave a small smile to the mare inside, who took a moment to consider what was said, then opened the door and let the two surprise visitors in, Dash immediately spotting the filly. “And who’s this then?”

“This is Bay Leaf, and my name is Honey Breeze. Now, what’s this about Tunny?”

“You might want to sit down for this,” Dash suggested, waiting until the younger pegasus complied with the requester, then she sat down beside her. “I’m sure you heard about the events that occurred at the Mareiott last week.”

“Of course, it’s got everypony up here in Cloudspire really riled up.” Honey looked down as the foal in her arms began to babble, looking around the room. Honey smiled at her, briefly glancing at the stallion before turning her gaze back to Dash. “I do hope Princess Scootaloo’s partner will be fine.”

“It’s just a broken leg, but enough about that.” Dash took a deep breath and set her hand on Honey’s shoulder, the teenage mare becoming aware that what she was about to be told was nothing of the good sort. “Honey… Tunny was one of the assassins.”

Dash had prepared for several reactions, and even though anger was one of them, she still wasn’t quick enough to stop Honey’s arm from knocking her hand away. “How dare you?! You come into my home and tell me that Tunny tried… tried to ki..”

“We are telling you the truth,” the stallion spoke up, kneeling in front of the mares, but his gaze was on the floor. “My name is Boreal Spear, I am Rainbow’s husband. I am also one of Princess Scootaloo’s personal guards. Winter Tundra was indeed on of the attackers, but he was not right of mind.”

Honey sat staring blankly ahead, holding the filly close to her chest as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She closed her eyes as her breathing got heavier. “How.. how did he…”

“He attempted to use a knife coated in a poison called ‘Featherbane’, but in the scuffle that ensued when I arrived, the knife was dropped and cut into his skin,” Spear said, lifting his gaze to look Honey in the eye. “He was under the influence of some powerful mind altering drugs, and the poison cleared his mind before the end.”

“No,” Honey whispered, shaking her head as her arms squeezed Bay Leaf a little tighter. “No… this can’t be real.”

“I’m afraid it is,” Dash said from the side, pulling Honey into a loose embrace. “When Tunny saw what he tried to do, he was devastated. Scootaloo… she held him until he was gone, and forgave him at the scene.” That was enough to open the floodgates, Honey’s tears bursting forth as she buried her head into Dash’s shoulder. Bay Leaf, although not understanding why, joined in with her mother’s cries.

Spear stood and left the room, leaving the two mares alone. After a good ten minutes, Honey’s tears finally ran dry, and she sniffed as she pulled away from Dash, staring at her filly. “I...What do I do?” she suddenly asked, shocking Dash a little. “Tunny provided for the both us, didn’t leave us wanting for anything. But now that he’s gone…”

“Actually, I have an idea there.” Honey turned to face Dash, finding the older mare had a soft smile on her face. “A fresh start, if you will, far away from here.”

“But where would I go?”

“To Cloudsdale, to live with my parents.” Dash immediately saw the worry in Honey’s eyes and shook her head. “They already know, and whilst disappointed and upset by the news, they were very excited about meeting their granddaughter. So, what do you say?”

Honey took several moments to look around her home, her gaze ending up on Bay Leaf. “I… I want what is best for my foal. That’s not here anymore, so… I accept your offer. When do you want me to start moving?”

“The sooner the better, really,” Dash replied. “But you won’t be doing it alone. I can get some help for you.”

“Would… would we be able to go today?” Instead of answering, Dash gave a low whistle, which was returned a moment later. She reached for the filly, Honey releasing her grip without protest as she frowned at Dash.

“Gather whatever stuff you need with you whilst travelling, and get changed. It won’t do you any good to be dressed like you are now for the journey.” Honey gave a nod and stood up, walking to the doorway, where she paused and looked over shoulder at Dash and Bay Leaf for a moment, and then she was gone. “Well hey there little Bay Leaf,” Dash said as she looked down at the filly. “I’m your super cool aunt, the one and only Rainbow Dash!”

The filly was quite content to listen to the mare as she prattled on about the sights and sounds of some faraway place. She was too young to understand what the words meant of course, but it was the sound of the mare’s voice that had her enraptured. At least until her mother returned, now wearing more suitable clothes and a bag over her shoulders. “So, um, when will the help you offered arrived?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened again and Spear reentered the house, taking the scene at a glance, easily working out what had been said. “I have eight deckhands with me.”

“Deckhands?” Honey asked, but Dash stood up and took Honey’s hand, gently pulling her towards the door. Now curious, the teenager followed willingly, and when she got outside she saw several ponies in matching uniforms stood out on the street. Looking to the side of her house, Honey’s eyes went wide when she saw the airship gently floating in place.

“Come on, let’s get you on board, then these guys can get your stuff packed.” Dash led Honey over to the airship, the younger mare’s gaze focusing on the royal guards that were milling about on the upper deck. Dash turned to Honey and handed her back Bay Leaf, then looked to her husband. “Spear, can you take her the rest of the way? I’ll tell the captain to prepare to leave.”

“Of course. This way please,” he said to Honey, leading her below decks and into a long corridor. As they walked down it, Honey noticed a stallion of similar size stood in front of the door at the end, but he simply moved to the side as they approached. The door was opened for her and she stepped in, Spear remaining outside and closing the door to the room.

Honey looked around the room, her mouth open at the lavish decor, especially the water feature that was against the wall just next to her. “Wow…”

“Eh, it’s alright. Got nothing on the ships from Pegasopolis.” It was then Honey noticed the other pony in the room, and she dropped into a bow. “No, not today. Come, sit with me.”

Honey couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing and her ears were hearing. Stood in front of her was Princess Scootaloo, but unlike the flowing dresses the pictures in the papers showed, she was simply dressed in jeans and t-shirt. She obeyed the order she was given, moving to the couch near the large curved window, sitting at one end as Scootaloo took to the other.

“The SS Faust has been requested to take you to Cloudsdale, so here we are. I thought you might appreciate one of the best seats in the house,” Scootaloo said, sitting down on a couch and tapping the space next to her. “Oh, and don’t worry about Smiley McDope over there. He’s doped up on something from a zebra alchemist right now.”

Honey then noticed a chair to the side, in which sat an earth pony stallion; his left leg was in plaster and resting on a stool. He gave her a dopey smile then turned back to the window just as the Faust moved below Cloudspire and began heading inland.

“Let’s see… Babs Seed, Crescent, Silver Wis… oh hay no, not me,” Silver Wisp said as he crossed out his name from the list in front of him. Whilst he was always pleased to see his efforts rewarded, he would rather not attend the ceremony, as he disliked such gatherings.

Scanning the document, he removed any reference to himself and set the sheet of paper into his secretary’s tray to be redone. Giving a sigh, Wisp went to pick up the next document when the opening of his door made his ears flick, and he was about to tell the pony that he was just leaving when he saw who it was, smiling instead.

“I thought I’d come meet you at work,” Coco said as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. With a sultry smile she walked over to Wisp’s desk and leant forward, giving him a look down her coat at her cleavage. When she saw that she had his undivided attention, she stepped back and let the belt loose, dropping her jacket to the floor. “Do you like my new line?”

Contrasting with her amber-grey coat, she stood clad in a black lace bra, panties, and suspender belt set, complete with sheer stockings. Stepping over her jacket, Coco slowly walked around Silver’s desk and pulled his chair out, sliding into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his, rubbing her body against him.

A knock on the door caused them to separate, and Wisp pointed to the space under his desk, Coco nodding and slipping under just as the door opened. Holding her breath, she waited, hoping that the visitor would decide to leave instead. Alas, it wasn’t to be.

“Wisp, you don’t normally throw your coat on the floor. No, don’t get up,” the stallion said as Silver started to get out of his chair. “Got some budget stuff for you took over when you have the time.”

“I shall make it my priority when I get in tomorrow,” Wisp said as he sat back down. “I’m sorry about the coat, I was just a bit stressed when I came in earlier, Mr Rush. I’ll get it in a moment.”

“No need, I’ll do it.” With an inch gap from the backboard to the floor, Coco could see the other stallion’s shadow as he reached for her jacket, picking it up without even a glance in her direction. “It smells of perfume. Wisp, you sly dog.”

“You’ve got me, I have a marefriend now.” Biting her lip to stifle her giggles, Coco turned to face Wisp and reached for his crotch, very slowly unzipping his pants. She saw his hands grip the armrests of his chair as she fumbled around, finally letting out his cock. She began to kiss the tip gently, slowly bringing it to life. Once it was hard, she slipped her lips over the head and began to take him in. “In fact, I shall be leaving soon to go meet her.”

“Ah, I see. Well, guess I’ll see you Monday morning then. Have a good one, Wisp.”

“You too, Mr Rush.” All throughout the exchange, Coco kept Wisp in her mouth, waiting for the door to click shut. When it did, he pushed his chair back a little, looking down to see her pleading eyes staring back at him. Giving a sigh, Wisp put his chair back under, Coco beginning to bob her head back and forth. “You are such a naughty mare.”

His response was a muffled giggle, Coco massaging his thighs with her hands. Leaning his head back, Wisp closed his eyes and relaxed, losing himself to the feeling of her soft lips around his member and her tongue playfully batting at his tip. So when the door opened once again, it was easy to understand the glare on his face, causing the janitor to splay his ears back and leave the room. Wisp relaxed once more, but barely a minute went by before yet another interruption, Coco pausing as the next pony entered.

“Mr Wisp, I must speak with you about the games.”

“Miss Harshwhinny, I am surprised you’re here so late.” Coco heard the mare sit down on a chair opposite Wisp, the stallion reaching under his desk to gently pat her head. “What about your son?”

“He’s with his father right now.” Pulling out a folder from her bag, Harshwhinny slid it across the desk, then grabbed another file. “As you well know, the attack on Princess Scootaloo last week put things on hold. That increased the cost of housing and feeding of all the athletes, to bumping the budget for the games up by three million bits.”

“I see,” Wisp replied as he looked over his own documents, then pulled out a lock box from his drawer; his gaze moved slightly over, to where Coco’s light cyan eyes were staring back at him. His first instinct was to buck his hips forward and bury his cock deeper between her lips, but he fought it down as he opened the box. “The Manehatten government can spare… all of it, and still have enough to cover for our own needs. But the mayor will expect some of it to be refunded by the crown, seeing as they pay for the games.”

“I shall speak with Princess Celestia, see what I can do,” Harshwhinny said, standing from her seat. “Have a good evening, Mr Wisp.” The mare turned and walked from the room, gently closing the door behind her; Wisp didn’t fail to notice the smirk she gave him just before the wooden portal closed.

After Harshwhinny left, Wisp stood up and walked over to his door, checking the corridor outside before locking the room from the inside. Turning around, he tapped on top of his desk, making Coco’s head appear. “Come out.”

She did so slowly, waiting for him to come around to her then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Lifting one leg from the floor, she ran it up and down the back of his thighs as her hand unbuttoned his blazer and shirt, sliding them down his arms. Coco giggled when he gently pushed her down to the table, where she lifted her legs into the air and rolled her panties down them, Wisp taking hold of them and pulled them free.

Spreading her legs a little, Coco slipped her feet past Wisp’s head and hooked her ankles together, keeping him in place. Wisp unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall down, pressing the tip of his cock against the mare’s pussy, slowly slipping in. Coco gripped the edge of the desk and pulled her body down, a low moan coming from her throat as the stallion filled her up even more.

Grabbing his tie, Coco pulled Wisp on top of her, sliding her legs down his body until they were around his waist, and she locked her ankles together again. The stallion placed his hands on the desk either side of her head, leaning closer to press his lips to hers, rolling his hips and sliding his shaft back and forth. He steadily increased his speed and strength, Coco placing her head alongside his, her panting breaths making his ear flicker.

She soon started moaning loudly, reaching around his back and running her fingers through his wings, whilst he tilted his head down and began to nibble on her neck. Slow and steady the stallion went, constantly bringing Coco to the edge before he eased off a little, letting her calm down then starting all over again.

Soon it became too much for the mare to handle, her fingernails digging through Wisp’s fur and into his skin as her body tensed, her head rolling back with a pleasured scream. Wisp waited for her to come down before he started once more, but Coco sat up and pushed his chest, making the stallion away from her.

Wisp was confused at first, as shown by the frown he wore, but Coco just giggled and dropped to her knees. She lifted her hands and took a firm hold of Wisp’s hips, opening her mouth. She then pulled him forwards roughly as she moved her head in, taking his entire length in one go. A moment later Wisp was panting for breath as Coco used him to roughly face fuck herself.

It didn’t take long for him to peak, Coco’s lips around the base of his shaft as it pulsed and sputtered, her throat muscles clenching around his tip as she gulped down his gift. The load became too much for the mare to take orally, and she pulled away, letting her tongue hang out as the last spurts of seed sprayed across her muzzle, one eye closing just in time as one spurt headed right for it.

Wisp fell back into his chair, his chest heaving and his body going limp. He looked down to find Coco smiling at him, wiping away the cum on her face with her fingers, which she then licked clean, never breaking eye contact.

Rumble was nervous, even if he didn't outwardly show it, as he stood in a specialised photography studio. He had Applebloom's permission, and she would have been there if she had been feeling better, and the young mare had had insisted he didn’t need to go with her to the hospital. Quickly peeking out of the doorway, he took stock of the other ponies in the room, setting up photography equipment. I can't believe I agreed to do this...

Turning back to the room he was in, he watched as a unicorn mare hummed happily as she set things out on the bed. It was actually the first time Rumble had met her, despite modelling several of her outfits, both for mares and stallions. Once she was done, the mare turned and waved Rumble over. "Which one would you like, pink or blue?"

Before he could answer, another unicorn darted over and grabbed the blue items of clothing. "He can have the pink!" Sweetie Belle smiled sweetly at Rumble, then walked back over to where Spike was sitting.

"Looks like you got pink," Velvet said, giving a sigh. "Come on, let's get you changed." Stripping off was easy enough, but then Rumble needed help to don his outfit. It certainly wasn't his first time wearing a corset, however it was his first time wearing a latex one. He gave a gasp when he felt the cold material through his fur, making him shudder, and Velvet just giggled as she began to lace him up.

Five minutes later both he and Sweetie Belle were dressed in stockings, elbow length gloves, panties, and collars to match their corsets, both wearing black, shiny, six inch heels. They waited sat on the bed, mainly so their feet could get as much respite as possible, Sweetie looking at Rumble with a smile. "Don't worry, they'll edit it so our faces are hidden."

"Is there any point?" Rumble said as he moved his legs, getting squeaks as the latex shifted over itself. "I mean, we've both been in magazines already, and I'm pretty sure they'll be able to tell it's us."

"Good point." Sweetie Belle hummed to herself for a moment, then clapped her hands together. "We'll speak to them about it afterwards. Come on, they're ready for us." Sweetie Belle stood up and then helped Rumble to his feet, the young stallion a little wobbly on shoes with higher heels than he was used to. They walked out of the room they were in, Rumble swallowing as he saw Velvet waiting for him.

He stood with Sweetie Belle as they posed for a few initial shots, then his hand was taken by the elder unicorn and she pulled him away. Before he knew what was happening, he found his wrists tied tightly behind his back, looking over his shoulder to see Velvet with several lengths of green rope in her hands. It was then he heard the clicking of cameras and remembered why he was there.

Velvet grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face the photographers, Rumble noticing Sweetie Belle was in the same position as him, but the rope adorning her was red. He watched as Spike lifted a gag up and held in front of Sweetie's mouth, Rumble then looking below his muzzle to see one waiting for him.

The cameras clicked faster during the gagging, Rumble wondering which ones would be the best as Velvet buckled the strap behind his head. He stood patiently as Velvet wrapped more rope around him, pinning his upper arms to his sides, and he looked at Sweetie Belle to find she was at the same stage. They were both taken over to a couch and sat down, Spike and Velvet proceeding to tie their legs up, rope wrapped above and below their knees and their ankles.

With the binding done, Spike and Velvet stepped back, leaving Rumble and Sweetie Belle to pose as well as they could. After several dozen shots, Sweetie Belle began to struggle for the cameras, Rumble joining in a moment later, their muffle moans filling the room.

Eventually, thanks to their squirming, the pair ended up on the floor, where Spike and Velvet took the opportunity to hogtie them. It became ever harder for Rumble and Sweetie Belle to move, the stallion rolling to his side and unable to get back onto his chest; Sweetie Belle had done a complete roll and was now on her back. Every little movement was accompanied by moans and squeaks.

Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, the door opened and another stallion entered, Rumble watching as he walked over and whispered something in Velvet's ear. The mare gave him a nod, then turned to the lead photographer. "I'm afraid we have to pause for a moment. One of our models has somewhere to be."

Rumble frowned in confusion as Velvet walked over and untied his, helping him into the room with the bed, where she ungagged him and started untying the other ropes. "You know the way to the hospital?" Velvet suddenly asked.

"Uh... yeah, it's a few block east of here." Rumble rubbed his wrists once his arms were free, then pulled the gloves off as Velvet unlaced the collar.

"Good, because it's time."

Rumble wore a blank look for a moment, his eyes going wide as he realised what Velvet meant and what the messenger had said. Velvet was just reaching for the corset's lace when Rumble grabbed his pants, shoes, and jacket, slipping them on as he ran from the room. Velvet gave a giggle, then shuddered as she imagined how sweaty he was going to get running in latex.

Out In the streets, Rumble ignored the strange looks he was getting from ponies as he passed them, and had briefly wondered what was squeaking behind him, but he chose to pay it no mind. Coming across the hospital entrance, the now panting pegasus pushed through the door and walked up to the reception desk. “Excuse me, which way to the… uh…”

The nurse seated behind the desk just gave a sigh, opening a large book in front of her. “What’s the pony you’re looking for called and why are they here?”

“Applebloom Apple, and she’s about to give birth.”

“Room thirty seven, maternity ward. Here.” The nurse handed Rumble a sheet of paper, which he raised up to see was a map, directing him to his destination. “Let’s hope you don’t get lost. A mare who is foaling without her stallion can get quite aggressive.”

“Thank you.” Knowing it would be dangerous to run through the corridors, Rumble settled on a fast walk. The squeaking continued to follow him, and he thought about checking the bottom of his shoe in case he had stepped in something, but he decided it could wait, not taking notice of the stares being directed his way. After several minutes of walking, he finally came across the maternity ward, fortunately right opposite room thirty seven. He walked over and knocked on the door, another nurse opening it up. “Uh... hi. My name’s Rumble. Is Applebloom in here?”

“An’ where in the damn hay have you been?” Rumble was about to answer, but a pained gasp from the mare on the bed cut off his words before they began. “Nevermind, jus’ get over ‘ere!” Rumbled complied instantly, knowing it would be fruitless to argue with her, so he entered the room and approached her, taking her hand in his; something he instantly regretted as she clamped down on it.

Not caring about his comfort at all, a nurse shifted him so that he wasn’t in the way, Rumble using his free hand to brush aside the strands of Apple Bloom’s mane that had fallen into her face. The tightness on his hand eased up, Apple Bloom’s pained expression doing the same, until she was just panting for air between contractions.

“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” Rumble said, leaning in to softly kiss her. As he pulled away, she drew in a sharp breath and clamped down on his hand again, scrunching her eyes shut. They shot open again a few moments later as she let out a pained cry, Rumble instantly turning to the doctor with worry in his eyes, but the unicorn stallion looking between his mare’s leg said nothing.

And so the cycle continued, the gaps between Apple Bloom’s cries getting shorter and shorter, until with one massive push encouraged by the doctor, she fell back to the mattress as a nurse began to clean her up, removing the waterproof sheet from under her when she had finished. Wearily looking down her body, a smile came to Apple Bloom’s face when she saw the bundle in one of the nurse’s arms, being gently rubbed down. The nurse approached, passing the bundle to Apple Bloom with great care, who with Rumble’s help sat up and accepted the package into her arms, slowly opening the blanket to reveal the contents.

The coat was the same colour as hers, and the mane just a shade lighter than Rumble’s, with the tip of a wing poking over the shoulder. Rumble leaned over for a better view, doing nothing to stop the tears from falling as he looked upon his foal, then to the exhausted mare next to him. Apple Bloom scooted over so there was room for him to sit down, and she found it amusing how his arms shook as she passed their child over, turning around when the doctor waved for her attention.

“Congratulations, you have a healthy pegasus filly. Have you chosen a name for her?”

Just as she was about to inform him of their choice, the filly, having sensed her mother nearby, turned her head and placed her mouth against Apple Bloom’s breast. This unsettled the mare a little, but one of the nurses noticed and came over. As she gave Apple Bloom the basics of breastfeeding, Rumble turned to the doctor with a smile. “Her name is Amber Delicious.”

Giving a nod, the doctor turned back to his paperwork, whilst the nurse helped Apple Bloom into a sitting position, the mare lifting her hospital gown. As she pulled her close to her breast, the filly immediately latched on and began to suckle and the staff vacated the room. With the newly named filly happy to feed, Apple Bloom leant into the pillows and closed her eyes, but opened one when she felt Rumble sit next to her, along with a squeak. Reaching over with her free hand, she lifted his shirt up, coming face to face with pink latex. “Rumble… why are ya still wearin’ that stuff?”

“Huh? What stuff?” It was then the young stallion understood why it had seemed so hot in the room and why he was sweating so much. Getting up from the bed, Rumble checked the corridor was clear then closed the door, hoping he’d have plenty of time. He had to endure Apple Bloom’s giggles as he stripped off, revealing the hidden outfit underneath, but he simply turned around and began to unlace the corset. “I guess I forgot to take it all off when I was told it was time.”

Apple Bloom just shook her head and closed her eyes again, shuddering when she heard her stallion pull the corset free with a wet squelching noise and a groan of happiness, and she felt him sit on the bed, no doubt to remove the stockings on his legs. A moment later he was back next to her, clad in his pants and shirt once more, just as Amber Delicious finished her meal and let out a colossal yawn. Rolling over slightly, Apple Bloom placed the filly in the little valley between her and Rumble, leaning over to kiss her stallion softly.

Rumble reached a hand up and began to stroke Apple Bloom’s rather unkempt mane, an action that had the mare drifting off to slumber as she stared into his eyes. Thankfully, the hospital had healed most of the ponies injured during last week’s attack, save a few, which meant they could give Apple Bloom the time she needed to rest. But the one nurse who did poke her head in to check and found all three ponies sleeping at least had the decency not to mention to her colleagues the nature of the outfit on the floor, even going as far as to bag it up just to be on the safe side.

Author's Notes:

Yadda yadda yadda something about aplogising for taking so long blah blah blah...

...next chapter's actually got some decent head way...

...and some decent head.