Coco took a deep breath as she felt many eyes upon her when she walked through the restaurant with one of her arms wrapped around one of Silver Wisp’s. While he tended to blend into the typical image of the higher middle-class with his suit similar to the one worn by him back in the store, her attire was certainly turning heads.

Made by Rarity that very afternoon, a strapless red gown adorned her body, flowing right to the floor and covering her left leg, but the right leg was revealed up to her thigh’s mid point. She was left alone for a moment whilst Wisp gathered their coats, helping her into hers first before slipping into his own and offering her his arm once more, the two of them stepping out into the streets.

Their path took them into one of the city’s green areas, tree lined avenues and large open grassy parts. Other couples were walking these paths as well, some silent and some whispering sweet nothings to each other. The stallion at Coco’s side was the former kind, not that she minded, happy to be sharing in another’s company.

Splitting the park in two was the Horson River, here a series of small cascades before ending in a massive waterfall and meeting with the ocean. Sometimes, Coco forgot this part of Manehatten was on a cliff. They had passed all of the bridges that crossed the river, meaning they would have to double back, or so she thought.

Drifting around the last pool were several small boats, with enough space for one operator and two passengers. Turning to her side, she caught the flash of a grin on Wisp’s face, and he guided her down to the jetty where one of the small boats had just pulled up. He helped her into it and then climbed in next to her, nodding to the operator.

The ride to the other side was slow going, giving Coco time to snuggle against Wisp’s side and watch as they drifted across the water. It still ended too soon, Coco broken from her gazing around the small lake when the boat bumped into the other jetty. Wisp stood up and helped Coco out, then turned and passed a few bits to the operator, who began smiling happily.

Resuming their journey in silence, Coco didn’t fail to notice that the area they were now in seemed to be even more upper class than the Hérbi Voré. They were heading towards the lavish entrance of an apartment block.

“Mr Wisp, a good evening to you. And your lovely companion as well.”

Coco blushed as the well dress older stallion gave her a polite bow and opened the door, letting them pass. Wisp stood back a little and whispered to the doorpony for a moment, then caught up to her. She was finding his silence strangely attractive, and all she had found out over dinner was that he worked for Manehatten’s local government, an aide to the city’s district attorney

They were going to head towards the elevators at the back of the lobby when the pony behind the counter waved Wisp over. He left Coco for a moment and walked over, chatting briefly to the pony and collecting a decent sized pile of post, then motioned Coco to join him at the elevators.

Once they were in and the doors closed, Coco couldn’t wait any longer, pressing Wisp against the elevator and pulling his muzzle down to hers, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips to his. Wisp returned the kiss, lifting his hands behind her head to prevent his mail from being creased.

Unbeknown to her, he quickly checked if it was anything important, as he firmly believed in ‘duty first, fun afterwards.’ Luckily, it was all junk mail, which meant he could focus on his guest for the evening. As the elevator pinged unexpectedly, Coco broke from Wisp’s lips and rested her head on his shoulder. When the doors slid open, one of the building’s janitors stepped in, looking at the pair with a raised eyebrow.

“Good evening, Mr Wisp.”

“Good evening, Scruffy. I hope you’re not heading to my floor.”

“Yessir, but not your wing. The ventilation issue has been sorted. This is a leaky bathroom.”

“I hope it’s something that you can easily fix.” The janitor just shrugged, Wisp looked down with a smirk at the mare leaning against him. He leaned down and pulled her closer, blowing warm breaths over her ear, then whispered into it. “You’re a naughty filly, getting too eager. I might have to punish you for that.”

Coco gave a giggle, really wishing that the janitor had gotten into a different elevator, but she did her best to keep herself under control. A few more moments went by and the elevator dinged again, Coco looking up to see that there were several floors below the top level, but her eyes went wide as she beheld the lavish carpets and tapestries lining the corridor. She didn’t fail to notice the wink Scruffy gave Wisp as he walked over to his task.

Wisp took her hand and led her down the corridor, stopping in front of one of the doors. It was swung open to reveal a fairly bare entrance hallway, a coat and hat rack along one wall.

“May I take your jacket?”

Coco slipped from her coat and passed it to Wisp, who removed his own and his suit jacket, waving her towards the door at the opposite end of the corridor. She walked over to it and pushed it open, gasping as the wall sized window gave her a view over the park they had walked through, and the ocean to the side.

Wisp came in behind her, using a switch on the wall to slowly turn the lights up, but not too bright. Coco gasped as the illumination revealed a bucket of ice with a wine bottle resting in it, and two glasses waiting on the small coffee table. Walking over to it, Wisp popped the cork and poured a glass of the wine, offering it to Coco, who accepted and took a gracious sip.

She moved to the window and had a thorough look, having never been this high in the city’s skyline before. In the distance, she could just make out the setting sun’s glow reflecting from the edge of Cloudspire, the main body of the cloud city just out of view.

A shudder ran through her body as Wisp stepped up behind her, his lips brushing the back of her neck. She leaned into him, letting out a small moan as he moved to the side of her neck, pinching a bit of skin between his teeth and nibbling gently. She reached a hand around to the back of his head to keep him there, whilst her other one lay over his hands as they rested on her stomach.

He continued to work her up until she could take no more, pushing him away and turning with a flustered face to look at him, biting her lip. He stepped back with a chuckle, slowly sipping on his own wine. He waved to the couch facing the window, letting Coco sit down before setting himself next to her, the pair finishing off their drinks.

Coco turned to him, going to surprise him with a kiss, but he beat her to it. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but he held them to her side. At first she resisted as he tried to push them behind her, but eventually gave in. When he brought his hands back around, Coco pulled her lips away from him with a gasp, looking over her shoulder to see her wrists bound by a piece of lace ribbon, then turned back to Wisp.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“”Well, you were a naughty filly in the elevator, were you not?”

“O-okay… but no gags?”

“No gags, I promise.” Wisp held up his hand, Coco staring at the fabric now laying across it, but then she nodded. She let out a deep breath as the strip of cotton covered her eyes, her arms tensing slightly. She could feel that insatiable itch, but with her wrists bound tight enough behind her back so that she couldn’t escape, she was now at the mercy of the stallion with whom she gone home. She let out a small whimper as she felt his hand slowly stroking her thigh, then gave a sharp gasp as it moved between her legs, rubbing the outside of her panties.

She felt Silver Wisp shift on the couch, followed by his arms wrapping around her body. She gave a startled yelp as he pulled her onto his lap, held tightly against his chest with her head nestled just under his chin. His warm breaths made her ear flicker, then she let out a loud moan as he took it between his teeth and nibbled gently, his fingers working their way inside her panties this time, teasing at the edge of her marehood.

She moaned lightly as his fingertips eased her lips open slightly, shifting her hips forward in an attempt to get them deeper, but he pulled away with chuckle. Coco broke free of Wisp’s grip and stood up, turning around with a pout, ‘looking’ to where he sat. “Do you tease all the mares like this?”

“Only the ones I like. Is it uncomfortable?”

“Well, no, but it’s… um, been awhile for me, so I kindahh!!!” Wisp had reached up and pulled Coco back into his lap, facing him this time, her breath stolen as they kissed passionately. She moaned happily into his mouth as she started to grind herself on his crotch, then giggled when she felt an extra bump.

She tried to send her tongue into his mouth, but Wisp overpowered her with his own, but only momentarily, their battle for oral supremacy lasting several moments. When their lips parted, Coco took a few deep breaths, then gasped in surprise as Wisp suddenly slid her to the couch beside him.

She felt him get up and thought he was leaving her there, but then his hands drifted over the fur on her shins, moving up her legs. Coco shuddered in anticipation as her dress was shifted up her body and the matching deep red panites rolled down her legs. She gasped when she felt a snoot pressed against her pussy, warm breaths making her lips quiver, and then a tongue drifted over her marehood.

Wisp placed Coco’s legs over his shoulders for better access, his hands drifting up her body and pulling the top part of her dress down, revealing her pert breasts. Her breaths became pants with the odd moan as his hands took a good grip of her ample chest and his fingers massaged into them, his tongue now slipping into her folds.

Her thighs began to squeeze his head a little, but if it bothered him, he didn’t show it. In fact, it had the opposite effect, the stallion moving his muzzle slightly to nibble on her clit. By now Coco was moaning quite loudly, her wrists straining at their bonds, and her arousal level just kept going higher.

It all came to a head when Wisp licked a trail from the bottom of her dripping cunny to her button, Coco throwing her head back with a scream as she reached the point of release, her legs clenching around his head as wave after wave of her fluids leaked onto his muzzle.

Whilst Coco came down from her high, Wisp freed himself and sat on the couch next to the mare, pulling her to his lap once more. Suddenly her wrists were loosened, and she wrapped one arm around the stallion on whom she was sitting, the other reaching for the blindfold. She lifted it from her eyes and stared at the grinning pegasus, then both of them pressed closer until their lips met in a sensual kiss.

Their muzzles parted and Wisp moved down to nibble gently on Coco’s neck again, the mare giving a soft moan. She slid her arms under his wings and pulled him close, her fingers reaching for and gripping the joint of his wings firmly. The stallion pulled away with a shuddering breath, his deep purple eyes half covered by his eyelids, and Coco gave a giggle as she felt both his wings and apparatus stiffening even more.

Standing up, Wisp took Coco’s hand and pulled her with him, the mare then giving a shriek as he lifted her up and carried her towards the door. Now she was free to wrap her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He took her further into the apartment, opening another door where her eyes went wide.

The majority of the walls were covered in bookshelves, some full and some empty. In the centre was a sturdy dark oak desk facing out over the park, curtains drawn on the window perpendicular to that one. The floor was covered by a fluffy carpet, and the walls that were actually bare were bordeaux in colour. Wisp gave a small chuckle as he watched Coco gaze around in wonder.

“It’s a small collection. Some for reference, some for fiction.”

There was another door, Wisp carrying Coco through that and closing it behind him. Then he set her gently down onto a double bed. The curtains were not drawn in here, the room illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Sitting up, Coco reached around her back and found the zip to her dress, slowly pulling it down.

She wriggled her way free of it, letting it slip to the floor and, leaving her attired in just her elbow gloves and red high heels. Shifting to the foot of the bed, she tugged Wisp closer and began to unbutton his shirt, then pulled it down from his arms. Next her fingers worked at his belt and pants, letting them slip down his legs once she had undone them.

Whilst he bent down to remove his shoes and socks, she slid back up the bed until her head was on the pillows, one leg bent up so that it covered her marehood, then she beckoned Wisp over with a finger, smirking when a ray of moonlight shined on his hardened length.

Her leg straightened out as he crawled on top of her, her arms moving around his back to pull him down so that their lips could meet and so she could run her fingers through his feathers. Her thighs parted when she felt his member slide against them, giving him access. She then rolled over so that she was on top.

Wisp didn’t mind, his hands instantly moving to her hips to help her remain stable as he felt the warmth of her marehood surround his tip. Ever so slowly Coco slid herself down his cock, letting out shuddering breaths the deeper he entered, until she could go no more. Wisp glanced down his body and was impressed, it wasn’t often he found a mare that could take his entire length, yet Coco seemed to have a bit of room to spare.

Reaching her hands to the joints of Wisp’s wings, she gently squeezed them and watched as they spread out to the side, knocking something off the cabinet to the side of the bed. Neither of them bothered to check what it was. After fondling the wings until they were almost rigid, Coco remained still, then moved her hands to Wisp’s chest and raised her hips, her pussy resisting and trying to keep the cock within her.

Rolling his hips under her, Wisp increased the distance his dick travelled within her, Coco giving a gasp of pleasure as she slid down and took him in her once more. For the moment they kept the slow pace, gently massaging each other.

If he had been on top, Wisp would have set the pace, but he let Coco dictate the terms of this encounter, reacting accordingly when she sped up or slowed down. Her face was flustered now, he could feel the warmth from her body, and her marehood was even hotter.

Coco leant down and pressed her lips to Wisp’s, this time her tongue entering his mouth, at least until he fought back. She moaned happily into his mouth as she continued to repeatedly sink his shaft into her depths, then she pulled away and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her heavy breaths made his ear flicker, and small screams began to escape from her mouth. Wisp was glad, it meant she was close once more, and as it had been some time for him, he did not know how much longer he could keep going.

It wasn’t long until Coco’s grip around him tightened and a louder scream assaulted his ears, her vaginal muscles clamping on his cock and squeezing firmly. That was it for him, and with a groan he erupted, his dick throbbing as he shot load after load into the mare, both of them shuddering as they rode their orgasms to the last.

Collapsing to his chest, Coco panted heavily then slowly lifted her hips up, a wet pop sounding in the dark room as Wisp’s stallionhood was freed from her depths. She rolled off of him and to his side, but he got up from the bed. She was a bit confused, but hummed happily when she felt his lips in a soft kiss. Then he left the room.

The light shining through the door from the city slowly disappeared, then Wisp returned, the ice bucket and glasses in his arms. Coco shifted so that she was under the covers, holding them up for Wisp to slip in next to her after he set the items down to the side.

He passed her a refiled glass and sat against the headboad, Coco resting her head about halfway up his chest as one hand held her drink and the other drifted in lazy circles over his stomach. Wisp had his own glass, and wrapped his arm around the mare, pulling her closer just that little bit more, then covered her with a wing.

They lay there in the afterglow in silence, looking out the window as the clouds blocking the moonlight moved, illuminating the ocean and ships upon it, plus the great city of Cloudspire completely. Soon exhaustion caught up, and they snuggled down onto the bed in each other’s arms, Wisp’s wing covering them both and shutting out the rest of the world.

Omoroca set Sapphira down as they entered the house, watching the young dragoness. She had been constantly fidgeting during the evening, and Omoroca knew she was looking for her big brother. She followed her daughter down the hall and stood watch with a smile as the door was pushed open. The smile quickly faded into a frown as pained grunts hit her ears, and she walked forward a little, her eyes going wide at the scene.

Spike was standing at the foot of the bed, his legs spread wide and tied to the stands of the bed. His wrists were bound tightly in front of him and his arms pulled taut towards the headboard. His tail had been tied to his back, and around his head ran a black strap, leading to a large red ball in his mouth.

Mirroring the elder dragoness’ shocked look was Sweetie Belle, her own eyes wide and a crop held high in one hand, ready to strike at Spike’s reddened ass once more. Ever so slowly, Omoroca picked up Sapphira and backed out of the room, closing the door with a muted click, then walking into the lounge. She wordlessly passed her daughter to her husband and grabbed a bottle of whisky, not even bothering to get a glass as she pressed it to her lips.

Back in the spare room, Sweetie Belle was giggling uncontrollably at Spike, whom she found to look strangely adorable with his grumpy face broken by the ballgag in his mouth. She reached around his head and unbuckled it, a thoughtful hum escaping from her as she bounced the ball in her hand

“Spike? I have to say that even in those loose clothes, your mother looks pretty darn sexy.”

“That… is an awfully naughty thing to tell me, Sweets.”

“Not that you can do anything about it. Furthermore… did you just try to tell me what to do?”

“No, I just ah!!” Spike glanced up and saw Sweetie’s horn glowing, then grunted as the crop slapped his ass cheek again. He lowered his gaze to the floor, dropping his voice low. “I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Better.” Using her magic she untied Spike, then lifted him into the air and down onto the bed. Four ropes slid to his limbs like snakes, wrapping around his arms and legs, then pulling him into a ‘X’ shape and tying themselves off. “Now then, how about we put that tongue of yours to good use, hmm?”

Sweetie climbed onto the bed and sat on his chest, the crotchless part of her tight black catsuit facing him. Lifting her legs over the headboard, she shuffled forward until her cooch was pressed against his snout, her arms under her on the mattress for stability.

“Well, slave?”

Immediately she felt Spike’s long tongue plunge into her depths, the drake knowing all of her sweet spots, but missing them on purpose. Even though his parents were now home, he was going to keep this session going as long as he could.

Sweetie Belle let out a few low moans as Spike drifted closer to her more sensitive areas, grinding her crotch against his muzzle. Reaching a bit further behind her with one hand, she took his hard shaft and began to slowly slide her fingers up and down it, smirking evilly at the eager groans coming from between her legs.

Deciding that he had teased her enough, Spike sent his tongue around her walls, his ears twitching as small shrieks of pleasure escaped from his wife. Her body jerked when he hit certain areas, and he kept going back to them, right until the point where Sweetie threw her head back with a scream, her juices flowing down Spike’s muzzle.

When she pulled away from him, he had just a few moments to take several deep breaths, then the gag was put back in his mouth. He watched as Sweetie Belle slid down his body and pressed her crotch against his shaft, coating it with her juices, but that’s all she did for the moment.

Spike let out a muffled grunt when Sweetie Belle’s lips sealed around his head, her tongue flicking over his tip. She ever so slowly took more of his length in her mouth, her wriggling muscle making Spike’s organ twitch every time it lapped at him

His hands gripped the ropes, his arms and legs straining to break free, but after a one time mishap, Velvet had supplied them with nearly indestructible ropes, meaning Spike couldn’t break himself free with his claws.

Not that he would have done so right then, his head rolling back to the pillows and his eyes closing as he felt Sweetie Belle’s teeth gently press into his shaft as she drew back. He cracked one eye open a little, watching as Sweetie’s head slid up and down his shaft.

Her eyes opened and met his gaze, which pushed Spike over the edge, his cock twitching violently as he shot load after load into Sweetie’s mouth, the mare swallowing hard until he started to go soft, and she left his shaft free from her lips.

She climbed from the bed and slipped out of her catsuit, leaving Spike tied and gagged as she stepped into the bathroom. The young drake just sighed, waiting for her to come back and let him free.

She came back about ten minutes later, but ignored Spike as she slipped into a raunchy negligee, letting Spike see it before covering herself with a robe. Walking over to the bed, she sat next to Spike and traced a finger over his chest.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum, so here you shall stay until I return.” She leant down and kissed the tip of his snout, then got up and walked towards the door,ignoring his muffled protests. She stopped just outside, her horn glowing for a moment, then she turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving Spike in darkness.

Sweetie Belle walked down the hallway into the lounge, where Omoroca met her gaze then turned away with a blush, Mythic Flame looking up from his book and chuckling as he waved Sweetie Belle over.

“So, my wife tells me that you and my son are not as innocent as it seems.”

“Well, when I work in a store called ‘The Crop’, it’s kind of hard to keep that innocence. Besides, Spike went there first.” Sweetie watched as Sapphira made her wave over and lifted up her arms for a hug, so she took the young dragoness in her arms, then sat back on the couch. “It’s actually a nice place to work, and I get to test out new stuff that Strap builds!”

“Strap?” Mythic asked with a raised eyebrow, setting his book down on the coffee table. “Is that your boss?”

“No, that’s Miss Velvet. Strap is her business partner, builder, and special somepony.”

“I see, and where is Spike right now?”

“Oh, he angered his mistress, so he’s still being punished.” Sweetie Belle turned as she heard Omoroca cough, the bottle of whiskey now accompanied by a glass. “Are you okay?”

“Please forgive my wife.” Sweetie Belle turned to face Mythic, who was just grinning widely. “Even after twenty two years of being married to one, Omoroca still finds it hard to understand how ponies can be so open. Perhaps you two could have a mares’ day out around the city tomorrow?”

Sweetie Belle glanced at Omoroca, who seemed to be studying her for a reaction of some kind. “I’d love to. Will it be just us or will Sapphira come too?” Sweetie sighed internally in relief as Omoroca finally smiled.

“Of course she can come. In fact, your sister is in town as well, correct? Perhaps she can come too if not otherwise occupied.”

Sweetie nodded in agreement, then let out a massive yawn. It was followed by one from Sapphira, who decided Sweetie made a good pillow, her grip strong as Omoroca got up and fought to take her daughter to bed.

After saying goodnight to her in-laws, Sweetie returned to the spare room and giggled as she saw Spike tapping impatiently on the headboard. After he was set free and cleaned up, the pair got into bed and snuggled up, letting the sandmare do her work and call them off to slumber.

If not including Canterlot, a lot of ponies would class Manehatten, with its high sky line, connections to the eastern ocean, and various ponies from all backgrounds as the shining jewel of Equestria. But drifting in the skies a few miles further out of the sea, visible from great distances was the great pegasi city of Cloudspire. Being in the same district as Manehatten, and providing the ground city’s weather, most saw this in the same light, with no other pegasi colony coming close… at least not until the rumours, further facts, about the rediscovery of Pegasopolis spread throughout the cloud streets, sending new life through the pegasi living there. It was still nothing upon the revelation that part of the pegasi royal family had survived, and would be visiting Cloudspire in a few days, just in time for the next Equestria Games.

But not every pegasus in the city was happy with the developments. As the stars twinkled in the sky and the moon’s light shined up Mt Equis to the west, one pegasus mare stalked down a back alley, one that she knew would hold the ponies that would assist her. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t followed, the pegasus knocked on one of the doors, which opened to reveal a rather intimidatingly sized stallion, who stepped aside to allow her entry.

Inside the room was a table with two chairs opposite each other and another door, which creaked open to admit another stallion. He sat down and motioned to the other chair, the mare doing as she was bid as he gave a chuckle.

“Well, never thought I’d see you again. What’s the matter, some politician higher up than you getting in the way again?” Ignoring his taunt, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, sliding it face down across the table where the stallion picked up, then looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Princess Scootaloo? What about her? Need a kidnapping and ransom?”

“No… I want you to kill her.” The clinking of bits drew his attention, the mare pulling out a rather large bag from her wing and dumping it on the table. “That’s just for this meeting. Get it done, and you’ll be set for life.” The two stallions moved out of the room, to where the mare could hear their voices, but not what was said, the first stallion entering the room once more a few moments later.

“By the end of the week, the royal family bloodline will be no more. I look forward to our further business.”

Author's Notes:

That is all.