“I want pickled herring and I want it now!”

Situated in the living room of their large treehouse, Brightstar simply rolled his yellow eyes at his fiancé’s demand. Especially as he had spent the last hour and a half of his Friday evening since Athena had been put to bed magically massaging her swollen paws. Not that he minded that bit. “Coming right up, my love,” he snickered before trotting through to the kitchen where a whole host of exotic 'things' were waiting in case they were called upon. “You have some strange cravings, Moony.”

“Not me!” Moonbeak protested, though she didn’t protest much. Laid out on the couch, the beach ball smuggler wiggled her toes, wanting her massager back. “It is the kitten that demands these things!”

“Riiiiiight...” Brightstar said from the kitchen – the safety of the kitchen – and moments later he came back into the living room carrying a plate full of the pickled fish. He honestly didn’t know which was more intensive, the months’ worth of police academy training he had been doing or the months’ worth of looking after his heavily pregnant partner and her cravings. He knew which he preferred though. “And was it the kitten's fault you ate coal last week?”

Moonbeak blinked as she watched the plate get closer with hungry emerald green eyes. “It wasn't coal, it was bituminous, there is a difference.”

‘Whether there’s a difference or not,’ Brightstar thought with a grin, ‘You were certainly chowing down on the soft black stuff like it was going out of fashion…’ the royal blue unicorn chuckled as he bowed and served the plate directly on her very round belly, her love for the coal had led to him calling her a boiler, an extremely short-lived nickname ended with sharp claws around his balls and a threat of castration. “I assume you'd like your paws attended to again, my lady?”

No sooner had the plate touched her belly than Moonbeak selected a herring and popped it in her mouth. One snap of her sharp beak later and it was gone, dispatched with the ruthless efficiency of a deadly predator, of pickled herring and coal, at any rate. “Maybe you could whisper to the kitten that it is time to go?” she asked, casually popping in another herring.

“I'd be honoured to service my lady!” Brightstar declared, though not too loudly, he didn’t want to wake Athena up and her room wasn’t very far away. He got down on his knees between her legs on the hardwood floor, his head disappearing below her belly. “Not that I'm complaining about the coal, at least it was better than the durian fruit the week before that…”

Spreading her ‘well-padded’ grey furred legs wide, Moonbeak banished her living room with a closing of her eyes. She had learnt, being with her pony, that there were things a mouth with lips could do that a beak just couldn’t hope to match. Gone was her widescreen TV, stereo system and library’s worth of books on the shelves. “Not my fault this kitten has unusual tastes. Maybe from somepony that whispers to her, hmm?”

Faced with fiancé’s perfect pussy inches from his muzzle, Brightstar chuckled. He could look at that sight for hours. “Not that I’m complaining, Mistress.” He exhaled, breathing out a long breath all up the centre of her slit. He absolutely adored the way her clit got hard almost straightaway. Getting to work, he kissed his way all around her labia then, after a moment’s teasing, went in full snout first, sticking his tongue out and swirling it around her moist muscular walls.

“Mmmm, yessss,” Moonbeak purred like an overgrown kitten the instant her lover’s muzzle made contact with her snatch. “You do sooooo well, mmmmmy speaker to kittens…”

“MmmMMM!” Brightstar tried his best to agree with her, alas his mouth was full of griffon vagina, his lips playing over and toying with hers. Again, not that he was complaining. He loved the way it got all slick and wet with just a couple of well-placed licks.

“MmMmmmMMPH!” he murmured, trapped in heaven between Moonbeak’s thighs as he licked as far in as he could reach, swirling his tongue all around the wet interior, tasting the sweet musky scent of her obvious arousal. While he was doing that, he used his magic to again massage the pads of her paws which were now resting on his back.

The effects of using his magic so close to his lover’s pussy while he was eating her out – doing a world class job of it too, if he was being honest – had a most desirable effect. The tingling aura from his horn excited her hard throbbing clit enough to tip her over the edge of her rising orgasm.

Seconds later, still licking his way up and down the roof of her sopping wet tunnel, slurping up her squirted cum, Brightstar was treated to something he hadn’t ever experienced before. One moment he was determined to bring her to a second climax, the very next, ‘something’ splashed all over his face. Something that tasted rather like Gater-aid with a touch of fetal urine thrown in for good measure. Lost in the throes of her pleasure, Moonbeak did not notice the sack break, but Brightstar did, as she had never squirted that much, ever. “What in Luna's name? Mistress, you've never ever squirted that much!” he announced as he came up covered in the fluids that were dripping from his jaw.

Now, confronted by the visual clue, Moonbeak understood what was happening. Finally! “Call momma, it is time. At least you will be evicted!” she had a giggle in her voice as she gently rubbed her belly with a clawed hand. It was about time, too, this kitten had seemed determined to take up residence inside her until it left school.

“Y-You got i-it…I’m on it!” Brightstar was surprisingly more calm than he thought he would be under the present circumstances, though of course he knew it would be here at some point. Part of his brain put his lack of panic down to his solid month of intense police training as he concentrated his magic and levitated his phone over from the coffee table. “What do you need me to do?”

“Get ready to catch if momma is slow getting here,” Moonbeak supplied helpfully while her pony dialed her mother’s number.

“Sure, I can play catcher,” Brightstar chuckled and rubbed her belly with his hoof while he waited for Astraea to pick up. As usual, his ‘momma’ was not fast in answering. She was the same with the door. “Are you comfortable, my love?”

“Hello,” Astraea answered her phone on the seventh ring, having just paused her favourite soap opera she was watching in her retirement condo. “Is this the pony?”

“Yes momma,” Brightstar answered with an eye roll in his voice that he knew his momma could detect. They had been known to hold whole conversations with each other just with varying degrees of eye roll. It was a skill. “This is your emergency rations calling. I’m letting you know, Moony's finally evicting her stowaway.”

That changed everything. “Oh, well, let me put my pony gravy back in the freezer and I'll be right over!” she joked, knowing full well her new favourite pony had just rolled his eyes at her down the phone. She liked him, for a pony he made a damn fine griffon, and there was no higher praise than that. “How long since her water broke?”

“About five minutes, momma.”

“Okay, I'll get ice cream on the way. You make me some tea.”

When Astraea hung up, Brightstar levitated his phone back to the coffee table out of the way. “Well then, I have my orders from momma. Tea. You want anything, love?”

Quietly, Moonbeak passed him back the now half full plate of pickled herrings. “Tea would be good, but...” she pulled a very pained face as a contraction rocked her body. “Nnnugggg! Aaaaaah, aaAAAH! For after…”

Like a good waiter, Brightstar took the plate in his yellow magical aura. “At least the smell of durian fruit has finally gone, so momma will at last come inside the house…” he left that hanging in the air and he trotted on through to the kitchen to make the tea while his fiancé blew him a rather long and loud raspberry.

Fifteen minutes later – the old griffon must have flown all the way at full tilt from her condo to the treehouse to make it here so quickly - Astraea let herself in and, immediately she placed the gallon tub of ice cream in the freezer. She was pleased to see the pony making her tea just the way she liked it to be made. “Where is Athena?”

Brightstar looked up from his tea-making duties, stirring in the milk clockwise as he stirred the water counter-clockwise, he knew his momma was particular in that regard. It was best not to argue, especially with one who possessed sharp claws. “She’s asleep in bed momma, dreaming of the Billy Goats Gruff, I think.”

“I'll go check on Moony, please bring my tea. We can let Athena sleep until it is closer.”

“You got it, momma.” Once the tea was finally made, brewed and stewed properly, Brightstar carried it and one for his partner through to the treehouse’s living room on a tray held in his magic. “How are you doing, love?”

Astraea answered first before her daughter had the chance. She had given her heaving, sweating child a hardwood block of 4x4 to claw, though he was sure he didn't see her bring it in. “Still not left yet,” she reported from her position on the floor between Moonbeak’s legs. “Looks good, I think an hour or two at the most.”

“Is that good? Um, normal?” Brightstar asked as he settled in beside Moonbeak on the couch. “Can I do anything, something?” he asked, trying very hard to not feel like the proverbial third wheel. He wanted to help in some way, any way, there had to be something he could do.

Astraea let out a bright little giggle, sounding a lot like a griffon of twenty rather than not far away from sixty. “I'd say hold her claw but, we all know pony flesh is soft.”

Moonbeak interrupted her mother via the well-timed use of eye roll number two. “Be here, Brightstar, please, it is enough.” All she wanted was her future husband with her. She was stronger with him there with her and after several months with him in her life, she no longer hated to admit the fact. He was her pony and she loved him with all her heart.

Brightstar held out his hoof. Yes, pony flesh was soft, but there were ways and means around that. Grinning, he lit his horn and he cast a medium strength shield spell upon his foreleg. While he was already proficient in his general shield magic, he had learnt and perfected the localised shield spell, designed to protect just a certain body part rather than the whole body, from his FPD training. “I'm here for you, my love. Always.”

Immediately, and without waiting for a second invitation, Moonbeak dropped the lump of hardwood and took a rough hold of her young lover’s hoof. “I love you.” And she did, too. As she gripped his foreleg hard, a grip that would’ve rended flesh from bone were it not for the protective shield flaring to protect him, she had never felt such love for him.

“AaaaAAAAaaAAAaaaAAAAAAAH!” she let out a piercing scream as an extremely painful contraction wracked her body. Again, she clawed Brightstar’s foreleg. Again, his shield saved him from harm. As she panted and breathed through the intense pain, Moonbeak felt vindicated in her choice to have a relationship with the young stallion. Her friends from the photoshoot had all said that the unicorn, who happened to be sixteen years her junior, wouldn’t stick around, that he was good for a fumble but nothing else.

She though had known different. Yes nineteen was young, but in every which way that mattered he was so very mature. She knew that was more than likely due to his mother’s insanity and commitment to the Canterlot Asylum and having to care for his sister.

“I love you too, Moonbeak.” She knew when he said that he would never leave her side, that he would always be there for her and her family. Their family. Her pony was more of a griffon than most griffons she knew way back in her homeland.

~ ~ ~

“AAaaaaaAAAGGGHhhhhh!”

“You're doing great, Moony, now, steady breathing. In, out, just like we practised.” Astraea, eminently calm in between her daughter’s grey furred legs, advised her sweating child as she drank her second tea of the evening. The old griffon thanked Stormclaw’s sainted talon that the kitten had waited ‘till a Friday night to arrive, though she knew Brightstar would’ve come home from the academy at any time.

"H-How’s it going now?" Moonbeak managed to gasp out as the pain of the contraction faded away.

“You are five and a bit centimetres dilated, doing brilliantly.”

“Five? Still?” She didn’t hear the ‘and a bit’ part. “I was five an hour ago!” Sweat poured down the white feathers on her forehead, soaking them slick to her head.

Brightstar, sat beside his pained fiancé, had to strengthen the shield spell he had cast upon his foreleg. Thirty minutes ago he had to upgrade it from medium to strong. Just in case, as he held her clawed hand. ‘Hold’ was generous. She was clawing him with each contraction, as she had been since the labour began. “You’re doing great, love, just brea…”

Moonbeak shot him a stare that was vicious enough to shut him up, “you tell me to ‘breathe’ one more time and I'll eat your face!”

Any further comment was silenced as his yellow eyes went wide, another contraction was coming, he could tell by the way she panted. They were only a few minutes apart now, the pain from one rolling into another, each one more intense than the one before it. Moonbeak panted as she was shown, performing the exercise that supposedly lessened the pain by breathing through it.

“Huh, huh, huh,” she clamped her hand down on Brightstar’s foreleg, his shield glowing yellow from the strain of warding against the impact, causing the royal blue unicorn to wince as the contraction peaked. “Hu, ho, HO HOLY STOOOOORMCLAAAAAAAGGGH!” For good measure he lit his horn and added another layer to his shield. Just in case.

Moonbeak slumped back into the sweat covered couch, she was exhausted, she wanted to sleep. Most of all she wanted this torture to be over. She had of course been through all this before with Athena, but that felt like a whole lifetime ago now. At least the three hours she had been in labour this time was better than the eleven she had experienced before.

“AAAAAaaaaaaggGGGgghhHHH!” Moonbeak threw her head back and screamed, feeling the muscles around her cervix straining to push. She lashed out with her claw, seizing her lover by the collar he always wore when he was at home from the academy, dragging his face to within an inch of her own. “Get this kitten out of me NOW!”

Astraea came to his rescue, thankfully, by holding up her empty tea cup and silently asking for a refill. Extremely quickly indeed, so fast one would’ve thought he teleported, the unicorn was up, cup in hoof, and gone to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

“Here's your third tea, momma!” Brightstar announced minutes later as he walked back into the living room with said tea held in his yellow aura. Thankfully, when he got back on the couch and held Moonbeak’s claw, she didn’t seem quite as ‘on edge’ as before he left. He suspected the ever-serene Astraea may have had a claw in her daughter’s change. “How's the eviction going?”

“Didn't read the notice!” Moonbeak half whined, half moaned with the pain of yet another contraction while Astraea just giggled and confirmed the unicorn’s suspicion by giving him a knowing wink.

“Just waiting for the door to open.”

Rather grateful that his lover no longer desired to eat his face, Brightstar chuckled and squeezed her talons, to which she instantly responded by grinding them against his shielded foreleg. ‘If nothing else,’ he thought with a wry grin, ‘my shield’s getting some training…’ “How are you doing, my love?” he asked tentatively, lest her mood swing once more.

“Clawing your hoof is most enjoyable, but it does prove you may be too tough to eat.” Moonbeak, who was properly put in her place by her momma while her lover was in the kitchen with the tea, demonstrated this toughness by further clawing said hoof as another contraction rippled through her. Astraea simply giggled some more.

Almost as a reminder, Brightstar reinforced the shield with yet another layer, just to be safe. He liked his right forehoof, it did all his favourite things. “Sugarcoat said I needed to practice my shield, I don't think this is what she had in mind, though…”

Before he could continue with that thought though, however, Astraea interrupted him with a click of her claws. Her daughter was at last seven centimetres, adequately dilated. It wouldn’t be long now until the kitten was here with them. “Please get Athena, she needs to see this. Quick now!”

“Yes momma,” as Moonbeak let out a rather triumphant “Finally!” Brightstar lit his horn and the unicorn teleported from the living room to Athena's bedroom with a flash of yellow magic and a loud crack, leaving behind an ozone smell in the air. Once he was in the bedroom and had his bearings, he walked over to the little kitten’s bed and gently nudged her awake. “Hey sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

Athena rolled over with a snort through her nose, “I no wanna…”

Brightstar could understand her point of view. It was late in the day, pushing eleven p.m. Athena never usually saw this eleven of the clock. Still, this was an occasion she needed to see. “C'mon,” smiling, he lit his horn once more and lifted her up in his magic. “The kitten's coming, you wanna come see?”

That got Athena’s attention. The sleepy kitten blinked a few times and then she held out her tiny grasping claws. They might’ve been tiny, but they were no less sharp than her mother’s and grandmother’s. Nodding, Brightstar floated her over to him and he rested her on his back and he trotted back into the treehouse's living room. “Here we come! Athena delivery!

Astraea held her claws out for her granddaughter Athena and Brightstar trotted over to the old griffon. “Here you go, momma.” Once she had taken Athena from his back, he went back over to the couch so he could hold his fiancé’s clawed hand.

“Help Moony get up on all fours, please pony.”

Moonbeak, on her back, grumbled, “I hate this part!”

As Moonbeak begrudgingly and slowly rolled over onto her side, Brightstar wondered that if she hated this particular part, then it must be really bad given her mood during the rest of the labour. He decided to do as his momma suggested. “I got you, my love.” He lit his horn and he used a very careful levitation to set Moonbeak up on her claws and paws on the couch.

Now situated behind her daughter, Astraea pulled Athena close to her, pointing out to her the relevant parts of her mother’s anatomy. “Your sibling will come out of that big hole in your momma, and we're going to catch 'em.”

Athena was watching with rapt attention, looking where her grandmother was pointing. “’Der?”

“Yes, ‘Thena.”

“Dat hurt?”

“Yes, but the pain goes away when you see the kitten, just like when your momma saw you.”

At the top end of his sweating, heaving partner, Brightstar couldn’t help but snigger. “I wouldn't have called you a ‘big hole’, sweetie,” he said, gently stroking the pure white feathers at the back of Moonbeak's head.

This time, when Moonbeak screamed with the force of the contraction, it was more of a squawk than a scream. Brightstar had never heard anything like it, even having spent the year in Griffonstone. “I…HNNNG! I-I just can't wait…aaaAAAAH! To get that view of Athena…”

Astraea giggled from behind her daughter. She could see she was so very close now, by the way her vagina was wide open like it was. “I only hope I'm here to watch you enjoy this view, Moony.”

“I’m sure you will be, momma.” Brightstar commented. He was absolutely sure the old griffon would live forever. He lovingly stroked Moonbeak’s arm and her feathers. “You’re nearly there, sweetie, not long now.” Not by the anticipation all over Astraea and Athena’s faces, anyway.

Moments later, Athena pointed a clawed hand, her tiny talon aimed straight at her mother’s crotch. The anticipation on her face was replaced by awe. “Look!”

Astraea looked, and she saw what had her granddaughter. She could see the head of the forthcoming kitten. Around all the bodily fluids she could see its feathers were sandy brown, very reminiscent of Goldcrest. “I see the head, Moony! Breath, push, breath push, come on now, not much more to go.”

“Grrr! You do it, then!” Moonbeak growled, her former mood coming back.

Entirely unruffled, Astraea snickered, “You said that last time, too.”

“Were you that difficult then, too, love?” Brightstar asked, very glad that right then she was too busy supporting her weight and occupied with the business of giving birth to take a swipe at him with her sharp talons.

“Momma's right, after Athena was born I for...” Moonbeak trailed off to silence then, a second later, she clenched her green eyes shut tight. “Unnnnnggggggg aaaAAAAAAAAAH! I forgot about this pain...”

Helpfully, or in an attempt to be helpful, Brightstar went back to caressing her sweat covered neck feathers. “Going good, the head is out, just a bit more Moony.” Astraea reported with a happy sound in her voice. Obligingly, Moonbeak performed the biggest push yet, which just coincided with the loudest screech she had ever made in her life. “Got 'em!” her mother crowed, “Okay, tis male, now let me tie the cord.”

Brightstar was beside himself. And, not just with relief that the squawking and the screaming might at last be all over with. “You did so well, love! We have a colt!” He was aware, as he kissed her cheek, that it was technically a kitten, but he didn’t care. His panting fiancé had just given birth, and he was there!

Astraea saw Moonbeak try to move and rested her free claw on her ass. “Just keep her there ‘till the afterbirth, pony.” She then turned her attention to the bundle of sandy brown feathers and darker brown fur she held in her arms. “Now, squawk for me little one…” she very carefully scratched his tiny lower leg – nowhere near enough to draw blood – and she was rewarded with a very shrill cry. “He is going to be a claw full!”

Brightstar caught the triumphant, almost gloating tone in his momma’s voice, what he could make out of it around the loud high pitched cry. He was in no doubt she was right. He also didn’t care about that. He was busy kissing Moonbeak's cheek and all around her head. He was a dad! “I mean um, we have a kitten, sorry.”

With the newborn kitten held securely in her arm, Astraea placed a frying pan right under Moonbeak's swishing leonine tail. The old griffon turned to face the questioning look of her puzzled granddaughter. “Here, help me hold your brother.”

Athena beamed a wide happy smile, proud to be given such a grown up job of helping her nanna. “’Kay, I help!”

“Zephyr,” Moonbeak almost whispered into the back of the couch, “I'll name him Zephyr.”

Astraea adjusted her aim on the frying pan. “Is a good name.” In her heart she knew that Goldcrest would’ve approved. Not just of the name, but of the pony that had come into hers and her daughter’s lives.

Brightstar, as he had witnessed his first birth and all that went along with that, was practically moved to tears by his partner’s side. It was just starting to sink in that he would be the daddy and father to a second kitten. “Good name, my love,” he said supportively.

“Th-Th-Thaaaankkkk UNNAANAAGGGG!” Moonbeak screeched and then, quite suddenly, a rather sickening wet splat heralded the arrival of the afterbirth into the frying pan, which Astraea held like a catcher’s mitt.

Athena, frankly, was more stunned by this arrival than she was by the birth of her brother. She wondered what else was going to plop out of her mother. “Wat dat?” she asked curiously, pointing to the reddest thing she had ever seen in her young life quivering like jelly in the pan.

“Snack,” her grandmother answered quickly.

“Yay!” Suddenly, as she clapped her small claws together, Athena wasn’t bothered about what it was now she knew she could eat it.

“Get her cleaned up and I'll fix this and you can join us in the kitchen.” Astraea spoke to Brightstar when she saw Moonbeak’s inner thighs and legs were covered in various bodily fluids that had no place at a kitchen table – or any table, really. “Be quick though, this little one will be hungry soon.”

“I'm on it, momma.” Brightstar was just pleased, as he kissed his lover’s cheek, that Zephyr for the moment seemed content to nestle in Astraea’s arm, purring to show how at peace he was. “Come on, I'll fix you a quick bath…”

“Just a shower and a scrub.” Moonbeak cut across him, she was suddenly very aware of how bad she smelled. “You scrub, I get wet.”

“As you wish, my lady.” Corrected, the royal blue unicorn proceeded to lead the way through from the living room to the treehouse's bathroom and, once there, he turned the temperature of the power shower to just lower than Tartarus as he knew Moonbeak liked it. It wasn’t to his taste, but thankfully for once he wasn’t the one being boiled like a lobster.

“Go easy back there, it is a bit sore.” There was a gentle pleading tone in Moonbeak’s usually dominant voice which Brightstar admittedly wasn’t accustomed to hearing as he turned the shower on. Even her normally shrill voice was softer and more delicate. He put this down to the birth and wisely elected to not say anything about it.

“I got it, love.” Brightstar smiled and, while the tired griffon luxuriated in the hot steamy water splashing off of her feathers and her fur, the dutiful stallion used his magic to take down his Canterlot rose scented shampoo from the shelf that was groaning under the weight of all the lotions and potions.

Once he had covered a sponge with the scented shampoo, he started at her lower legs and worked his way up, slowly and carefully washing away the sticky smelly fluids that clung to her grey fur. “You did good, Moony.”

“Now the next fun part,” Moonbeak sighed in the hot water, so very glad that her lover knew his way around a sponge. She knew he was worth keeping! She parted her legs to give him better access back there, bracing herself for any pain that might come. True to form though, there was none. He was as careful as could be. “A beak on my teats…”

“You'll be fine, Moony,” Brightstar put on his best reassuring voice as he brought the sponge up to carefully wash all around her crotch. Her cleansed fluids stained the bathtub for a moment until they were washed away down the drain. “I'll help, as much as I can, not with feeding, obviously...um...” realising he was going nowhere with that, he went quiet and washed.

“Being fed, you mean?” Moonbeak asked with a giggle in her voice. She sounded a lot like herself, thanks in no small part to the hot water, the rose scented shampoo and her gentle fiancé washing her. “Momma should have the placenta ready by now, you going to join in?”

Brightstar nodded solemnly. “I shall await my turn on your glorious teats, Mistress!” he declared as he magically turned off the shower while at the same time he reached a hoof for an extremely fluffy towel. “And yes, I'll join in. Placenta is possibly the one thing I didn't try while I was in Griffonstone.”

“It is a personal family thing.” Moonbeak explained as she took a step out of the bathtub and kissed Brightstar’s lips. “You are family now, to Athena, to me and to momma.”

Brightstar blushed heavily as he dried Moonbeak off as carefully as he had washed her. “Aah, um...um, th-thank you…”

“Is good,” Moonbeak found the blush her stallion wore all over his cheeks to be thoroughly adorable. Then again, he had earned what she had just said, hadn’t he? Over the past several months he had been there for her, he’d been to every hospital scan, he’d stood by her, he’d been a daddy to Athena and a loyal committed partner to her. “I thank you, pony.”

“You're welcome,” he smiled as he placed the towel back on the heated rail. “Do you need help getting out?”

“You offering pony back rides?”

“I am indeed Mistress, for my wife-to-be.”

“You are silly at times, but I will take your offer.” With a bright little giggle, Moonbeak carefully climbed up onto Brightstar’s strong young back and she nuzzled the base of his horn, just where she knew he liked it. “Onwards, my faithful steed!”

“Mmmm! Mo-Moony!” Brightstar whimpered, his horn glowing a bright yellow thanks to the well-placed nuzzle. Mercifully, she refrained from doing anything else right then and there and as such he was able to trot on out of the bathroom to the kitchen.

Astraea heard the clopping of hooves against the hardwood floor of the treehouse. It was perfect timing, seeing as she had just finished lightly frying the placenta and had cut it up so that there were three portions for them. “Just in time. Eat up and regain your strength, child.”

“The pony will have some, too, momma.” Moonbeak announced, taking her seat next to Athena at the kitchen table.

Astraea simply looked at Brightstar, her eyes blinking once then twice. It was a big thing, what her daughter was offering. Nonetheless she approved. He nodded as he too sat next to his partner. “I will have some, if you please, momma.”

With a nod of her head, Astraea cut slices from hers and Moonbeak’s portions and set them on a fourth plate for the unicorn to eat. Zephyr, for the moment, was curled up and snoozing in a little basket. “Let us celebrate this beautiful life.” None of them, once that had been said, used utensils, instead they dived in beak first.

“A new life born under Luna's divine moon.” Brightstar added and, like the others at the table, he went in muzzle first to eat the placenta.

“Okay, here is Zephyr!” Astraea said once the honoured meal was completed. The old griffon carefully lifted the snoozing kitten from the basket and passed him to her daughter to hold for the first time. “You curl up and give him a good feed, I'll go change the covers on the couch cushions.”

“He's a proper little smasher, Moony. He's got your feathers.” Brightstar smiled, “Want some support while you feed?”

“I would welcome that.” Moonbeak nestled down on a pile of old cushions and bean bags that her mother had arranged for her as a feeding station of sorts, the tired but happy griffon unable to keep the smile from her beak. “Come over here, too, Athena.” She called to her kitten who walked over to her. “You like your new brother?”

“Yeah momma!” the little kitten beamed, bouncing up and down with joy as she clapped her claws together. Moonbeak placed Zephyr on her teat, the newborn kitten instinctively began to suckle from his mother’s milk filled teat as Brightstar arranged himself so that he was the cushion for Moonbeak to lean on as she nursed.

~ ~ ~

Brightstar was tired. No, actually, scratch that. Brightstar was exhausted, worn out, weary, bushed, whacked and a whole load of other synonyms that meant knackered. The royal blue unicorn had just spent the whole of the last week at the police academy intensive assault course complex up in north Fillydelphia.

Able to simulate almost any scenario imaginable from terrorists in control of an airship dock to a full on street riot, Brightstar had spent the last two days running a sewer assault course. It had been sheer Tartarus, Olive Branch and Sour Sweet had made sure of that.

Now, as he rounded the corner onto the street where he lived with Moonbeak and their two kittens, he was only vaguely aware it was seven thirty in the evening. He knew it was Friday though, only because he was at last allowed home for the weekend. That in itself was an issue as Sunny Flare had assured him and all the other recruits that the next week would be worse.

Doubly so for him, because Brightstar wasn’t just a police recruit. His A+ results thus far during his intensive training had marked him out as a possibility to join the elite Shadowbolts, the team that got the really dangerous assignments. So, here he was, stumble-down tired as he approached the base of the expansive treehouse. Looking up he noticed all the lights but one were turned off, namely the living room. That probably meant he had missed dinner. Then again, it was seven thirty. Couldn’t expect his family to not eat just because of him.

Lighting his horn, he began to charge up his magic, igniting it in a bright yellow mini corona as he concentrated precisely on the treehouse, specifically the small circular area in the entrance hall reserved for teleportation, brought the image to his mind’s eye and imagined himself occupying that exact spot in space. Channelling his raw power he thought of the words of activation for the spell and the familiar sensation of being squeezed through a narrow pipe overcame the unicorn as he disappeared from the spot at the base of the largest oak tree with a bright flash of yellow light, leaving behind him a slight smell of ozone in the air.

A split second later, there was a loud crack flash of bright yellow magic, followed by an ozone smell in the air. Brightstar opened his eyes and found himself in the wide white teleportation circle in the entrance hall of the treehouse. It was a safe space. Nobody and nothing ever went in the circle. The smell of ozone was very closely followed by the smell that closely resembled Zephyr's day old nappy.

It was him. Now in the confines of a house, he could smell, well, himself. It was disgusting. “Uuuuuugh...” the tired unicorn slouched in from the entrance hallway. His EVERYTHING was filthy dirty. His royal blue fur was matted and caked in what he hoped was just mud, though he couldn’t be sure. His police uniform and his hooves were muddied up, each step he took towards the living room leaving a perfect hoofprint behind him on the wooden floor. “Hey...”

Moonbeak, who had, up until this point been enjoying watching Athena play with her new duplo building blocks – she had progressed from simple blocks - while a sleepy Zephyr idly suckled from her teat on the couch, suddenly squawked when the ungodly stench of the new arrival hit her nostrils. “Stop right there!”

“Huh?” Brightstar staggered to a stop, on the threshold of the living room, with a little swaying in the process. Honestly, he could sleep right where he was. That’d be okay, right? Instead, he asked, “Um, what?”

An exasperated Moonbeak rubbed a clawed hand up and down her beak, for good measure she breathed through her mouth. “I'm having a flashback, and you've just made me smile. Now, step back out the door, and strip off that uniform and toss it over the railing.”

Right then and there, Brightstar didn’t care what flashback he may or may not have triggered. He was dead on his hooves. “Love, I just really want a shower...” Any protestations however, especially the whine in his voice, were silenced almost immediately at the look on Moonbeak's face. “Fine,” he accepted defeat and dropped his saddlebags at the door. “Oh, I remembered those 'things' you wanted me to pick up.”

Moonbeak knew that the ‘things’ that her filthy lover was referring to were a new little duplo set for Athena and a cuttlefish beak sharpener for Zephyr, not that he needed it, and she blew him a kiss as he went back outside. When he was gone, she waved Athena over and whispered in her ear.

“Melly?” she asked and, when her mother nodded, the little kitten giggled, knowing what she had in mind. “’Kay, momma!” That agreed, Moonbeak moved a sleepy Zephyr to the centre of her back. Full of milk, his little claws dug reflexively into her back. With Athena walking by her side, Moonbeak went to the front door to see if her pony had done as she asked.

In the darkening outside, Brightstar had obediently stripped off his dirty police uniform and threw it over the railing. There it hung like a particularly smelly flag. He was about to come back inside when Moonbeak held up a claw so as to keep him at his distance. “Oh no, you don’t!” She declared as Athena, now a giggling ball of brown fur, ran off into the house. “Don't you remember last time you came home filthy?”

Brightstar shrugged helplessly. “Honestly? No, I can only just remember my name...” Just then, however, a giggling Athena came running back beside her mother, only this time she had a little something tucked under her wing. That something being the toilet bowl brush. The unicorn saw the brush and he immediately knew what was going to fill his short term future. “Aah, I see. I am to be cleaned out here again, aren’t I?”

Moonbeak nodded solemnly, somehow not breaking character even though Athena was giggling maniacally like a cheap B-movie villain. “Okay, Athena, fly to my back. You, smelly colt, go stand by the van.” Taking the toilet brush handle in her beak and, with a lot of effort and determination, the little kitten flew up to land behind Zephyr on her mother’s back.

For a moment, Brightstar was on the point of refusing. He’d had a Tartarus of a week and all he wanted was a shower. Still, the part of him that wasn’t dog tired saw his family and the week with them he had missed. So it was that he made a half-assed grumpy face and ignited his horn. Taking a step back to ensure no-one's too close – he didn’t want to risk a splinching – he teleported back down with a bright yellow flash of magic.

‘Stormclaw, I love him!’ Moonbeak thought as she flew down to her studio door in the base of her home. She appreciated, as Athena hopped off and sat looking at Brightstar with a smile, that he was exhausted and he was playing along. Moonbeak soon emerged from her studio carrying the hosepipe in her claw.

Brightstar gulped. How did one manage to make a hosepipe look threatening? Moonbeak did. “I think you're even dirtier today then you were then. That time you just mopped up the place with your fur. Now it looks like you rolled around in a garbage dumpster.”

The unicorn was amazed, mostly because, surprisingly enough, he had done exactly that in the evasion training during the week. “Not my fault!” Brightstar protested, “Sour Sweet was an absolute bi...” he caught himself just in time as he caught the glare from his fiancé and the innocent look from Athena, “I mean, mean pony, on the assault course! And we had to shoot at targets too!”

Sour Sweet – and the rest of the Shadowbolts, for that matter – had been utter bitches during the training week. Though not all of them had been present at the same time all week as they all had their own undercover assignments, Wednesday they were. Wednesday had been torture. Because he had the highest test scores of all the recruits and was marked as a potential Shadowbolt, they went to town on him. By the end of Wednesday, even Indigo Zap respected him.

“At least you're not covered in cum this time, my pony.” Moonbeak snickered and she waited until Brightstar stuck his tongue out at her to turn on the hose. The very cold, cold hose. As soon as the water erupted from it, Athena laughed and rushed in, getting wet as she began scrub her daddy’s hooves with the toilet brush.

Brightstar only had a second to process this however, before the cold water splashed over his filthy coat. “Gaaaaaah!” he squealed like a colt, “it's cooooold!” The unicorn made a playful attempt at squirming away, more for Athena’s benefit than any serious attempt at escape. The moment the devious little kitten got his muddied hooves with the brush, he was laughing like a mad pony. “Hahahahahaaaaa! Tickly!”

Moonbeak was wielding the hose like it was a deadly weapon. She had a good aim with it too. Once her pony was sopping wet, she went in after him with a long handled bath brush. She soon proved to be as deadly with the brush as she was with the hose.

It was then that she unleashed her deadliest attack yet. “Scrub the tummy, Athena!”

Athena, sadistic bundle of brown feathers when she was holding a brush, made sure she had all four of her daddy’s hooves cleaned before she attacked the giggling unicorn’s belly and sheath area. Brightstar lost it. “Aaaaah n-noooo!” he begged pointlessly under the kitten’s assault, “no-not the bee-he-heeeee-lly!”

It wasn’t very long at all that he was writhing and squirming on the grass by the treehouse, his belly exposed, completely helpless under the furious assault of a one and a bit year old armed with a brush. While he giggled and tried to get away from his tiny tormentor – an act alone that spurred her on to tickle him all the more – Moonbeak delicately cleaned his muzzle before giving him a very tender kiss. “I've missed you, my Star. It has been a long week.”

“I miss ouu!” Athena squeaked happily, abandoning her torture implement and jumping on Brightstar’s belly so she could nuzzle his cheek.

“I've missed my two girls, too!” Brightstar beamed, giving them both a kiss on the beak, though he spared a rather longer kiss for Moonbeak. If coming home was going to be like this, he reasoned with a smile, then being away wasn’t so bad after all, even if it was for a week.

“Athena you scrub his tail and I'll get the mane,” Moonbeak ordered, seeing that there was still pony to clean once she had finished kissing him. “After you roll back over.” Brightstar chuckled and, playing along, he rolled over, using a hoof to flick water at them both in the process. Over his shoulder he could see Athena trying to scrub his black tail, so he swished it from side to side out of her way.

Athena stood for this behaviour for all of a few moments before the little predator pounced her daddy’s tauntingly swishing tail. “Don't eat it until you clean it!” Moonbeak called out the moment she saw her kitten pounce, “I don't think daddy knows where that tail has been.”

“Aah! Oooh oouch...” Brightstar gasped while Athena giggled in her success and scrubs hard. The royal blue unicorn ceased in his tail swishing the moment he was pounced. “I've been gotten! Someone help!”

Moonbeak had precious little sympathy for her fiancé. Swish your tail in front of a griffon, you get everything you ask for, as far as she was concerned. “I will see if there is any pony left after you are clean to help,” she said dismissively.

“Not my fault!” Brightstar protested, which made Athena giggle all the harder as she scrubbed his tail clean. “We had to crawl through the assault course!” Though he protested and tried valiantly to defend his filthiness, he wasn't putting up much resistance as he was thoroughly cleaned.

“Goldie got dirty,” Moonbeak laughed as she cleaned his mane, “but he never stank like one of Luna's moon pies.”

“It was a sewer assault scenario! Through the pipes!”

“Oh yeeeeees,” Moonbeak rolled her green eyes rather noisily in her pony’s direction, “lots of criminals in the sewers, I'm sure.”

Brightstar shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to argue. “I dunno why we had to do it, Olive Branch ordered it, so we did it. I did get a perfect score though…” he offered in his defense, while Moonbeak gently and skillfully applied her claws to his back in an attempt to see if he was as tense as he sounded. It wasn’t long before she found plenty of knots between his shoulders. “Aaaaah ooh yeah I missed your claws, Moony…”

“It’s your own fault.” Moonbeak commented as she massaged the unicorn’s back in the darkening evening.

“I miss ouu dada!” Athena added, the little kitten hopped up on his back just below where her momma was working his tired muscles.

“Mmmm…” Brightstar couldn’t argue that either. He was in no doubt it was all his fault. Right now, as the sky was getting darker by the second with the eventual lowering of the sun, he was content to enjoy the dual massage that mother and daughter was giving him. Athena’s though was accidental, seeing as she was dancing on his back. “I know it is, I really missed you, kitten.”

“You hungry?” Moonbeak asked once her massage was complete.

“I’m hungry for something that's not academy food, love.”

“I'm fresh out of pony. My emergency rations went and snuck off for the week.”

Athena, still ‘helping’ her mother by dancing on Brightstar’s back, squealed, “Ish!”

As she watched her kitten playfully dig her tiny claws and all her talons in her pony’s back, Moonbeak laughed. “Yes we had fish for dinner and there is some left for you.”

Brightstar felt a teeny bit wretched at that, though it wasn’t his fault he had been away for the week. “I'm sorry I missed dinner, I did try to get back…”

Moonbeak silenced him with a taloned finger pressed to his lips. She wasn’t angry at all, in fact she knew it was necessary sometimes. “You, um, do you think you can teleport back up to the house with Athena on your back?”

“I can, my love.” Yes, Brightstar was tired and exhausted, but he knew his limits. He gauged, correctly, that he had enough magic left within him for one more teleport, especially a short range one from the ground to the treehouse fifty feet above them. “You want a magic pony ride, my little Princess?” he asked over his shoulder.

As it happened, Athena did. “Pony wide!” she squealed happily, “Pony wide!”

Though Moonbeak had a distinctly worried look on her face, she smiled, trusting Brightstar implicitly with Athena’s safety. She knew he’d sooner splinch his leg off than risk her, as it should be. “Race you, ‘Thena!” The grey griffon didn’t give any more warning. Once she had checked that Zephyr was in place, she was in the air right away.

Brightstar grinned ad lit his horn, concentrating the last of his magic for the day on this one final picture perfect teleport. It wasn’t just that he cast, he also formed a shield spell around his little girl, just as a precaution. The teleport cast, they disappeared in a flash of bright yellow light, only to reappear instantly on the spot just outside his front door where he had discarded his dirty uniform on the rail. “There!”

The royal blue unicorn, all completely dry now thanks to the teleport spell, noted he appeared before the door just a few seconds before Moonbeak and Zephyr. Dutifully he opened the door and stepped aside for her to enter first. “We win, Princess!”

Athena clapped her tiny claws together in glee at winning as her mother walked in past them and through the open plan interior of the treehouse to the kitchen. “Have a seat, Star, I'll have it out in a bit. Then you can tell me about your week.”

“Thanks love…” with a sigh, Brightstar carried Athena through to the living room – skillfully navigating an obstacle course of scattered building blocks, stuffed plushies and other played with and abandoned toys. He very nearly almost stood on a lego brick. Mercifully, as he remembered the unholy pain from last time, he just missed it and deposited his kitten on the couch. “Now, miss tickly...” he chuckled, tickling Athena's tummy with his hooves.

“Eeeeee! Heheheeeee!” Athena screeched, her little body squirming to get away from the evil hooves that were tickling her ribs and belly, “no tiky! Dada, no tiky, I wanna Baaaaall!”

“Ball?” Brightstar asked, taking pity on his victim and relenting in his vicious tickly assault. “Okay, sweetheart, here we go.” As it was only a minor low power spell he easily creates the illusionary ball for them to play with. “Have you been good for mommy?” Immediately, Athena nodded vigorously. A second later there came a well-timed cough from the kitchen. Athena nodded somewhat less vigorously.

Brightstar laughed, not surprised in the slightest. “I see. You been nearly good?” he asked playfully, rolling the ball for her to pounce. As soon as it got close to her, the little predator in the making pounced the magical ball and rolled it back. With the process of roll and pounce repeated, he noted she was getting some decent air with her pounces now. “You been practicing flying huh? Who's a clever kitten?”

“Me, me!” Athena sang, bouncing around the living room on the ball like it was a space hopper, “me, me!”

In the kitchen, Moonbeak had set the reheated fish on the table. “It is ready, and you can have some more too, Athena.”

“Ish!” And, just like that, Athena forgot all about the ball and raced for the kitchen table.

Recognising he was no match for food, Brightstar sighed and cancelled the spell, the ball evaporating away into the ether. “My love you are balm to a weary soul…” he breathed, walking over to the table far slower than his kitten and taking his seat. “Thank you.”

“I’ll sleep better tonight.” Moonbeak purred, her clawed hand stroking his mane.

“So will I, in my own bed for a change!” Brightstar grinned and, just like Athena, he divedmuzzle first into the plate of fish he had been presented with. Utensils were for ponies in Canterlot, after all. Moonbeak, who wasn't hungry, still took the opportunity to spear a few bits from his plate. Brightstar playfully snapped his jaws at her hand to ward her away. It didn’t work. “Love, this is soooo good!”

Moonbeak snickered. She had a sneaking suspicion that after a week of academy food, anything would be ‘soooo good!’ but, she had a secret ingredient. “I ah, may have used some special sauce.”

“Oh? How special?”

Now, there was a glint in Moonbeak’s green eye. “Zephyr doesn't drain me yet, love.”

“Hmmm!” Brightstar moaned, his mouth full of fish, it was rather obvious he was getting aroused by that thought and the idea that popped into his head, just by the way he shifted on his seating pad. Thankfully, Athena was too engrossed in her fish to notice. “I ah, I do love that sauce…”

Moonbeak whispered teasingly in his ear, “Maybe you'd like to sample some straight from the tap?”

“Ooh...oh yes please!” he blurted out quickly, it had after all been a week since he had had any kind of release. Moonbeak had forbidden him from pleasuring himself while he was away, on the grounds that only she could grant him his orgasm. With that in mind, he asked, “Aah, Moony, is my collar still on the nightstand?”

“Yes, it wasn't tasty enough to eat. After you're done, it is play with Athena time and bedtime story.” Playfully, Moonbeak nipped his ear just hard enough to draw a tiny bead of blood. “Then, afterwards, we can look into a ‘different’ sort of book.”

~ ~ ~

After the impromptu dinner, Moonbeak was true to her word in that they had a play time with Athena. Brightstar, in spite of how tired and worn out he felt, made the time to play ball and building blocks with the excited little kitten. She particularly loved the building a tower and charging it to knock it down game. He resolved to always, no matter how tired he was, to make time for his kittens. During the play time, Zephyr woke up, roused by his laughing and giggling sister, to make his contribution to the fun and fill his nappy. While her pony was playing, Moonbeak busied herself by changing the sewage plant in his behind. “Oh,” she said casually, “I had a photo shoot on Thursday, and Athena was very good at watching Zephyr.”

“Am!” Athena proclaimed proudly as she rolled the magical illusionary ball into the latest tower of building blocks, scattering the multi-coloured shapes in all directions, which were restacked by her daddy.

“She wanted to change Zephyr's nappy for me,” Moonbeak continued as she changed the week old kitten, “but I wouldn’t let her on the site.”

At that, Athena shook her head and, in a very good imitation of both her mum and her nan, she rolled her green eyes at what she saw as her mother’s foolishness. “Ugh, mama!”

Moonbeak giggled, for her daughter was being completely adorable. “I let her do one at home, and what mess it was!” She gave an exaggerated flourish of her claws now that Zephyr was all clean and the smell had been banished away, while Athena hid guiltily behind the ball, which had turned bright green.

“Were you just wanting to be a helpful lil' kitten, sweetie?” Brightstar asked with a laugh in his voice before magically rolling the glowing green ball away from Athena so he could see her making a valiant attempt to hide behind her wings. “I see you! Did you make a mess?”

Athena resolutely shook her head and pointed a claw at her brother, making Moonbeak laugh out loud. “True, he made it, but she certainly spread it…” she trailed off from what she was about to say next however, when Athena looked she was about to cry. She quickly and deftly rescued the situation. “”Athena will be a great big sister. She needs more practice when it is safe to do so.”

“Ooooh, I see!” Brightstar, well used to mood swings from Cyclone as well as Air Raid, not to mention his sister, chuckled and picked Athena up in his hooves, making sure to tickle her fur. “Well, your auntie Cyclone makes bigger messes in her nappy, doesn’t she? You a good kitten?”

When Athena nodded, Moonbeak silently thanked Stormclaw herself for sending her pony to her and she counted herself blessed that he was so good with their kitten. Mother ran an affectionate claw along her daughter’s cheek. “She has been a big help with you away for the week, Star.”

Athena looked happy again, smiling like a shining beacon almost instantly, while Brightstar had a bit of a blush at the reminder of being away for a full week. It wasn’t by choice. “I'm sorry I had to be gone that long, love. Olive Branch had us physical training on site at the North Filly assault courses. I'd have much rather been here with my girls!”

Straightaway, Athena hugged her daddy, fluttering up and seizing the unicorn in a vice-like grip around his neck that made it difficult to breathe. In a good way. “Just makes this weekend all the better with you here.” Moonbeak purred in his ear, “I just hope I wear you out so your Monday training is very, very difficult.”

Brightstar hugged his kitten very tightly indeed, until she began to use her claws to push away. Athena decided how long was long enough for hugs. He knew enough from experience to let her go lest he get a light but determined clawing. “You can wear me out all you like, love, I aced the test earlier so I don't have to crawl through pretend sewers again.”

Just then, when it was completely dark outside save for the moon and stars, little Athena rubbed at her eyes, though she tried very hard to disguise the manoeuvre. Brightstar though wasn’t fooled, not after being trained on shenanigans by Cyclone. “Hmm, it looks like a little lady's all tired out.”

Moonbeak nodded, her beak still close to her pony’s ear. “I think it is story time.”

“What story would you like, sweetie?”

Athena raised her claws to be picked up and, despite being a very big little kitten who was very grown up and helpful, Brightstar picked her up and placed her on his back. “I wanna Bunny Hunt!”

Brightstar chuckled as they all – Moonbeak carried Zephyr on her back – walked through the treehouse to Athena’s bedroom. The royal blue stallion was just familiar enough with griffon literature to know the story. It was a good kitten story of a young griffon hunting rabbits. “Bunny Hunt it is!”

Once the unicorn had settled her down in her bed, only her daddy could do it just right like she liked it, Athena quickly fell asleep before he was even halfway through the storybook, let alone before he could finish. Since Moonbeak was snuggling next to him on the bedroom floor though, she motioned him to finish the story. “Aaah,” he smiled, “I thought I was reading to 'Thena, but I'll finish it for you.” He lovingly kissed her beak and he continued to read until he was finished. He had an idea why.

“I like the story,” Moonbeak said with a defensive little shrug, “Did you have rabbit in Griffonstone?”

Brightstar nodded and, as he levitated the storybook back onto the shelf in Athena’s bedroom, he grinned. “I did. The 'cool' guys stopped trying to gross me out when I ate this sheep's stomach stuffed with heart and other things on a dare. So, my lovely griffon, would you like a story later? I know you have this in the bedroom…” though, the copy Moonbeak had was rather older and far more ‘loved’ than the one he’d just read.

The dark grey griffon giggled quietly, so as not to wake her sleeping kitten. “Once is enough, besides, I don't think you'll sound like momma if you read that one.” She then leant in very close and licked his inner ear, her breath teasing his fur, “It’s time to put you out so you can sleep well. I'm sure Zephyr will want to play with you very early in the morning.”

Brightstar, emboldened by a number of things, namely the close proximity of his fiancé and the blueness of his balls, decided he wanted to play. “Well, only if you think you can, I mean, this pony might be too much for you. Could've gone soft over the past week...”

That did it.

There was a little bit of steel in Moonbeak’s emerald green eyes as she adjusted her position ever so slightly and, with her clawed hand, took hold of her pony’s heavy, swollen balls. “Soft you say, pony?” she asked dangerously, though she could tell just by the feel of the testicles that he had been a good pony and not pleasured himself all week.

The very instant he felt the sharp talons of Moonbeak’s left hand close around his nuts, Brightstar tried and ultimately failed to hide a bitten lip and a low needy moan. “So-Soft…”

Moonbeak had a look on her face that was best described as predatory. The steely glint in her eyes hardened as her buttons were pushed. “Seems the only thing soft around here is what I'm holding and the cock attached to it, hmm?” she purred dangerously, licking her lover’s cheek up to a point where she could nip his ear. She pulled back and the tip of her sharp beak had a spot of blood on it.

“Ooooh yeah,” Brightstar whimpered with barely suppressed need. “Mmm, that's the stuff, right there!” He almost forgot he was still stood in his kitten’s bedroom, the sting of pain from his Mistress’s beak had his sheath twitching and his shaft already showing. “I-I'm sorry, Mistress.”

“Not yet, you’re not.”

Playing along nicely, Brightstar gulped. “I'm sure I will be, Mistress.”

She gave his tender balls a gentle but firm squeeze, but not enough to draw blood. Moonbeak knew the pain of torturing his cock and balls turned him on, and it was fun for her, too. Pulling her hand away, she gave the swollen orbs a slap, loving the groan that followed. “Follow.” She ordered simply before she left Athena’s bedroom for hers where she placed a sleeping Zephyr in his crib on her side of the bed.

“On the bed, pony.” Moonbeak ordered, not bothering to turn around to see if he had in fact followed her or not. She knew he was right behind her. Her back still towards her pet, she reached for a jar and put a claw in, swirling it around inside.

Brightstar, who had obediently followed his Mistress through to the bedroom, pondered very briefly on the pros and cons of whacking the hornet’s nest like he had just done. Still, his aching balls said it was going to be fun, and therefore worth it. “Yes Mistress!” he said quietly and, quickly he was on the bed, on his back, he could smell the scent of cherries from the jar on the nightstand.

Moonbeak held a cherry lube covered claw in front of her pet’s muzzle, so close the lube dripped onto his lips. “Taste!” Obediently, he leant his head upwards and stuck his tongue out, licking the offered claw clean. As it happened, he rather liked cherries. “A present for both of us.” She smirked, pushing him onto his back. “I've been so busy this week, I haven’t had a shower in two days…” she left that hanging in the air as she laid on her side facing her pet in a sixty nine, placing her left paw over his muzzle.

Brightstar had just a second to process the heavenly sweaty scent coming off the sole and between the toes of the paw that was pressed into his face before he felt his Mistress’s claws delicately stroke his sheath with something cold on them. When the scent of cherries grew strong, he guessed she was working the lube all over him. “I think I may be a bad griffon,” she said with a giggle.

“Oh no, Mistress, you are a perfect griffon…” he answered quickly, his balls tightening with the touch of her claws, the paw in his face had his cock out, especially when he took a deep sniff and breathed in her scent. He so wanted to tongue-wash them forever and a day, but he knew he had to wait for permission. “M-May I, Mistress, please?”

Playfully, tauntingly, Moonbeak wiggled her sweaty toes all over his mouth. “You will as I demand!” Her paws blocked the unicorn’s view, but she knew he could feel her claws, her beak, and her tongue on his shaft and balls. Permission given, the very first time he popped a toe in his mouth and sucked on it, Brightstar got iron hard, his hips quivering just a little as his tongue went to work. “You best not cum, my pet. I've left your collar off so you can uses some magic to enhance 'my' experience.”

“No Mistress.” Brightstar’s reply was muffled by Moonbeak’s toes, and after a delicious moment he was onto the next one of three. Hint given and taken, he lit his horn and, concentrating on his Mistress’s pussy in a yellow light, he vibrated and rubbed it gently.

Thanks to the glowing yellow aura working her wet pussy, there was a hesitant pause in the dark grey griffon’s ministrations to her stallion’s rock hard cock as she purred and then went back to sensuously licking up and down his shaft. Brightstar resolved to take his time, playing with her labia and entrance before moving up to excite her hard clit. “HMmmmmm!” he moaned around her paw as his shaft throbbed hard, it had, after all, been a week since his last release.

Moonbeak determined to just toy with him, gently and lovingly licking and sucking all up and down his cock until he either finished his paw worship, or he begged for release, whichever would come first. Moments later, Brightstar finished up with the second paw, his tongue hanging out and panting. “M-Mi-Mistress...please, please, can I cum now?”

The moment he begged, Moonbeak stopped what she was doing, namely, keeping him hard. “Scoot backwards so you are propped up by the headboard.” That done, she gathered some pillows to prop herself up with. Once he had moved into position, he could see her facing him on her back. She placed her hind legs over his, forcefully spreading them wide apart. At the same time, she spread herself wide, giving him a great view of her wet glistening crotch.

Her tail tuff swept over his balls and, while his cock was lubed and smelling of cherries, she delicately placed her paws on either side of his shaft and moved to jerk him off with them. When the strong paws with their leathery soles began to move up and down his thirteen inch length, Brightstar let out the most brilliant of submissive little whimpers. “Oooh...ooh Mistress tha-thank you!”

Now she had started to masturbate his cock, Moonbeak went to work with much more skill than the first time she had done this for him as she used both her paws and her tail tuff to the best of her abilities. She was determined to continue until he begged her for release. As he hadn’t climaxed in a week, it didn’t take long. After a good few moments of this, his magic attention at her crotch faltered. “Mistress please, can I cum, please?”

That devious little glint was back in Moonbeak’s eye. “Open wide, pet.” Her aim, with her pony propped against the headboard like he was, was that she may actually get some on his face and in his mouth, though she knew most would wind up in his chest fur. “Cum for me, pet!”

Now he had been given permission, Brightstar thrust his hips in time with his Mistress’s beautiful paws and released his seed. His first couple of shots did actually go that high as to land on his muzzle and in his mouth, the rest spattered all the way up his belly. “AAAaaaAAAH th-thank you Mistress!”

Casting an eye to Zephyr, who was mercifully still asleep in his crib despite Brightstar’s scream, Moonbeak used her tail tuff to mop up the flared head of her pony’s penis and as much of his belly and chest as she could. She had a sudden idea and she was going to try something new that they hadn’t done before. “Oh, my tail looks a mess because of you. Turn so you can clean it!”

For a split second, Brightstar had a puzzled look on his face before he turned and obediently started to suck on the end of her leonine tail. So eager was he to obey her that he hadn’t even cleaned his face yet. Moonbeak was pleased with that, as she had plans for that. ‘Huh...’ he thought with a mouth full of furry cum-covered tuff, ‘this is…odd, different, but okay...'

Moonbeak loved the way the taste of his own semen kept her pony hard as a pole. “Your muzzle is a mess, my love.” She pointed to her sopping wet crotch. “I have a wet nap here for you to clean that up.” She was hoping that he would make her squirt. Like a good colt, he went in muzzle first like one would attack a blood pie, slathering his tongue all around the walls of her pussy before licking straight up and sucking on her clit.

She was already aroused, now, she was really turned on by all the cum spattered on his face that she didn't last very long at all. Several long hard thrusts of his tongue was all it took to push her over her edge. Moonbeak arched her back and she soon sprayed her cum all over Brightstar’s face, her juices joining his in a smeared mess. Her screech of pleasure did wake Zephyr up though.

After slurping down the sweet juices that had spurted all over his face and, with his muzzle drenched in both their cum, Brightstar backed up and chuckled just as Zephyr began crying in earnest. “Naughty Mistress!”

Moonbeak spared her lover her most potent eye roll, now that the scene was well and truly ended. “Please levitate him over to me. I'll nurse him down, and he may as well get used to the smell of me being rutted.”

“Got it, Moony.” said Brightstar, who stepped away from and out of character for a moment as he lit his horn and levitated a crying Zephyr up out of his crib and across to his mother. “So,” he grinned, wanting to talk about what had happened, “your tail thing was new.”

“Yeah,” Moonbeak said, a little sheepishly as she placed her youngest kitten on her teat and he began to suckle, “I wasn't sure about it, but my paws are furry, and my tail tip is a big ball of fur, so I thought, why not? What did you think? For me it was just weird and really kinky. I could feel the vibrations all the way to my ass.”

“It was okay,” Brightstar replied after a moment’s thought, “it wasn't unpleasant or anything. I'd be happy to do it again, If you like vibrations in your ass…” he finished with a dirty wink.

“Yeah,” Moonbeak started before wincing as her teat was nipped by a tiny little beak, “I think we can try again, but I want you to pull it tight. Momma would probably laugh at me for that.” She then gave her pony a sly look. “You know I do have a second teat?”

Now, that certainly did surprise the royal blue unicorn. “You want your tail pulled?” his giggle died on his lips when Moonbeak nodded and blushed. “Oh I don't know, that might be a kink too much!” When she stuck her tongue out at him, he chuckled and started to suckle on the other teat.

“I’ve missed you,” Moonbeak purred while one claw held Zephyr and she ran the other through his silky black mane, “but you are home now, and all is right with the world.” As he sucked on her teat and drank her warm milk, Brightstar used his magic to massage 'that' spot between her wings on her back in the hope that translated as ‘I missed you too’.

While he didn’t say anything, Brightstar didn’t need to. Moonbeak knew what he meant by the little massage. She purred to show her approval, though she did nothing ‘till Zephyr finally let go. “He is back down. I'll put him in the crib and get us some drinks. You change the linen.”

When she turned back around from laying Zephyr down, Brightstar was ready with a kiss. A particularly milky kiss that allowed her to taste herself. “Alrighty, I got the sheets, love. Then we can go for round two.”

Moonbeak simply laughed softly as she adjusted Zephyr’s position in the crib and walks out. After five minutes, just as her stallion had changed the sheets, she walked back in with a double shot of whisky and a half glass of wine. “You can wake me up with round two, love.” She grinned, passing him his whisky, “For now I need a warm furry body to snuggle with.”

Brightstar chuckled and, taking his whiskey, he settled on the bed and got comfy. “You really are a big soft kitten. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.”

Moonbeak granted her lover a little bow and she drank half of her wine. “You, my pony, have gained wisdom.” On the bed, she lovingly licked his muzzle. “You do taste nice though.”

Laughing quietly, so as not to wake his sleeping kitten for a second time, Brightstar drank his whiskey in one shot. “That was hot, by the way, making me shoot on my face like that. I could just see you taking me for a walk with my face all messy for ponies to see.”

“I can to, at least down to the Tail.” Moonbeak’s suddenly flared wings just screamed how much she could see them doing that little fun game. “I'm sure Blossomseed would ask to help clean you.”

“We're so doing that next time. And yes, I can see her offering, just as much as I can see you and Forge allowing it.”

Moonbeak finished her wine, trying hard not to think of Brightstar rutting her stupid in the bar while they watched Forge rutting Blossomseed. “I'll be the little spoon tonight, Star.”

As Brightstar flicked off the bedroom lights, he wisely showed his wisdom by refraining from mentioning the kitten fat that was still there in a joke in his mind about 'little'. He didn’t fancy a not-very-playful swipe of claws across his face. That, and he found the ‘rounded and padded’ look really sexy. “Your wish is my command, my love.” He whispered in her ear as he held her from behind.