The next morning was a very pleasant one, typical of Ponyville, with the weather pegasi doing a fine job of keeping the blue skies clear of clouds. What made this morning so pleasant, for a particular jet black pegasus mare who was waiting with baited breath on the suburban town’s only train station, was the brightly coloured Friendship Express steam train that just pulled in. As the many passengers disembarked, she scanned the small crowd with her blue eyes, looking for just two ponies in particular. Moments later she saw them and smiled. “You did come!” Cyclone cried happily the instant she was close to her two friends.

“Duh,” Darkstar performed a picture perfect roll of her yellow eyes before she checked out her black friend’s pastel pink dress, especially the large behind. The white unicorn knew what was underneath there. “We did call you.”

Stepping up alongside them both, Air Raid giggled. “Of course we came, you silly filly!” She booped her friend’s nose with her hoof for good measure, giggling harder as Cyclone went cross eyed.

“Hey!” Cyclone scrunched up her nose and rubbed it with her wing. “You've stood me up before.”

Darkstar stepped in quickly before the lime green mare could interject. “Aah…Raid isn't really in the mood for one of my pranks.” She said, bringing to mind the day before, and how…crippled, for want of a better word, she had been. “Now, I'm ready to quench my sweet tooth.” With that the straight mare turned on her hooves and trotted off of the station, her destination; that bastion of sweetness known as Sugarcube Corner.

Air Raid shuddered involuntarily. “No pranking, Filly Scouts honour.” She smiled, holding up the leading three primary feathers of her right wing. Turning to follow her friend, she nudged Cyclone with her foreleg. “C'mon Cy, let's go watch Darkie lick a caramel donut.”

*Fomp* Cyclone’s wings shot sharply out to either side of her. “Thanks, Raid. I really needed that image.” She groused playfully as Darkstar added an excessive – and entirely unnecessary - sway to her hips.

Air Raid snickered, her wings very erect as well, “don't it make you wish you WERE the donut?”

Like a rat following the pied piper, Cyclone moved to follow Darkstar’s swishing, taunting, grey tail in the vain hope that she’d get a mere glimpse of the treasure underneath. “I wish all the sexiest mares weren't straight.” She nudged Air Raid’s barrel playfully, “I'll put you at number three on the list.”

“Oh jeez thanks Cy…” Air Raid did an eye roll that Darkstar would’ve been proud of and followed after the departing unicorn, walking at Cyclone's side. “I could follow that ass all day long.”

“Glad to see I'm not at the top of your list either.” Cyclone giggled at the aroused state they were both in.

Air Raid giggled, “I'd say you were a solid three. So,” she said, changing the subject away from Darkstar’s perfect toned sexy ass, “how's the hotel in Cloudsdale?” She asked, genuinely curious as she couldn’t get up there herself to find out.

“Crap,” Cyclone answered tersely, “and I'm going to have to find a place soon. It’s expensive crap.”

“I thought Daddy Playcolt was paying?” Air Raid snickered as she referenced Tropical Storm, Cyclone’s dad who was a Playcolt executive. “Do you need to sell more magazines?”

“I'm trying to make it on my own!” The jet black pegasus gave a very bitter sigh. “You may be right, I'm at the bottom of the weather crew now, and lack of sleep ain't helping.”

“I know babe,” Air Raid leant in close and nuzzled her friend. “Lack of sleep, are you okay?”

“Raid…I dug a pretty deep hole with those potions.” Cyclone muttered somewhat resentfully, “Hard to work for dad when I can't get to the studio.”

“I know hun,” the lime green mare knew full well her friend wasn’t allowed anywhere in Canterlot following what had happened in the park a week ago now. “And, I won't do the whole 'we told you so,' thing.” Even though she really, really wanted to say she told her so. “But um, we're all staying over here tonight, I can entertain you, take your mind off things?” She offered with a suggestive look.

Grinning, Cyclone nuzzled her back. “Darkie isn't putting out, and Dusk's mom is out of the picture, so yeah…” she playfully nipped Air Raid’s ear, “Number three is looking good right now.”

“Aaah...” Air Raid went wobbly at her knees. “Damn you for knowing about my ear!” She groused, her wings once more very hard and erect. “You remember Wily's nineteenth when you had me all tied up?”

“Fun times.” Cyclone giggled at her friend’s weakness, “I’m following the racing circuit. You're doing well.”

Despite her wobbly knees, and her erect wings, Air Raid nonetheless puffed out her chest with pride. Of course she was doing well. Duh, she was Air Raid! What else would she be doing? “Why thank you. Slingshot's keeping me focused. And…so is my mum.”

“Your mum has come around from when I first met her in middle school.” Cyclone commented with a wry smile, “I'll bet she is as pushy as my dad though.”

“Heh...” Air Raid laughed at the thought that just crept into her head. “Cy, can you imagine the result if they bred? Half me, half you?”

“I dunno,” Cyclone smirked, “I think you'd look pretty cute in a nappy.”

Air Raid laughed again, “your fear of heights wouldn't matter with me not being able to fly.” She giggled and raised her eyebrows, “maybe Mistress Cy will get me in a nappy later, you know what I like.” She added hopefully, trying to hide the fact that she was in desperate need of a good bucking.

Seeing that her friend had a slightly faraway look in her grey eyes, Cyclone seized her chance and licked her inner ear. The one she had previously nipped. “I might, but we are here.” She pointed up front with her hoof to Darkstar who had, throughout the walk from the train station, said nothing, now entered Sugarcube Corner.

“Gaaah!” Caught entirely by surprise, Air Raid squeezed her hind legs together as her marehood leaked moisture. “I hate you!” The blush she now wore said otherwise, however.

Cyclone, who by now had her wings down and under control, snickered at her older friend’s predicament. “The door is only so wide, do you need a moment?”

“I...I'm fine…” Air Raid muttered, though she did indeed take a few moments to ‘collect herself’.

Reappearing, Darkstar poked her nose out of the door. “I don't want you idiots to cause any trouble.” Almost as quickly as she had appeared she ducked back in before the two mares could say anything.

Cyclone blinked once then twice in surprise. “What's stuck in her craw?”

Air Raid shrugged her shoulders. “Huh…I was just gonna ask you that.”

Cyclone raised a hoof and kneaded her friend’s back, paying close attention to the area between her wings. Too much attention. A fact that two ponies noted with a blush as they walked out of the premier bakery past them. “Let's get in and find out.”

“Hmmm!” Air Raid blushed again, “yeah,” she sniggered, “there might be a monster attack in there, you never know, the dreaded Everfree Donut Monster of Death.”

Cyclone laughed at that. “If there as a donut monster, Darkie would have destroyed it and the building.”

Air Raid conceded that point with a nod of her head. “You got me there. C'mon, let's go in.” With a wing she opened the door for the jet black mare. “Sway that padded rump for me.”

As Cyclone sauntered past her she flicked her nose with her turquoise tail and she swayed inside, very closely followed by Air Raid. One table over the far side seated Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon, one further down had three earth ponies that neither Cyclone nor Air Raid recognised. However at the table in the middle were Vocal Chord, his band mate Falsetto and his coltfriend Dusk. “Look who's slumming…” She muttered under her breath.

Air Raid was about to reply with a very snide comment when she noted Darkstar’s death stare coming from the empty table she had selected for them. “I was right.” She whispered in reply, “there is a monster in here.”

Cyclone merely giggled loudly and moved to the table to sit with the pure white unicorn, while as Air Raid walked over to the table, Dusk saw the lime green pegasus and visibly flinched, staring hard daggers at her before turning pointedly away. Vocal Chord leaned into his stallion and licked Dusk’s cheek to regain his attention.

“Hmm...I’m sorry V,” Dusk smiled, earning himself a lingering kiss from his unicorn.

“No need to let the background interfere with our evening.” The light grey singer purred into his lover’s ear as Dusk turned him around and lovingly kissed his lips.

“Aw…” Falsetto, the native Vanhoovan sun yellow earth pony gushed, “look at you two, so cute together.”

Vocal broke the kiss long enough to turn his attention to his bass player and, with a cheeky wink, said, “Woof.”

“I do have better things to do than waste time with him, Darkie.” Cyclone asserted over on their table, having also been subjected to Darkstar’s stare. Raising her hoof she waved Pumpkin Cake over to take their order.

“What?” Darkstar asked with a raised eyebrow, “Like having his mom ride you?” She giggled as Pumpkin cane over with a salted caramel donut and coffee flavoured shake.

“What can I get you two?” She asked with a practised serving smile. While Darkstar had been easy – she never ordered anything else, she wasn't sure what the other two wanted.

Cyclone, busy nursing her blush from her friend’s comment, placed her order and tried to look someplace else. “Mega sticky bun, and a glass of mare's milk.”

Louder than was strictly necessary, Air Raid spoke up, “waste time with whom?” She sniffed, performing a very passable impersonation of royal indifference. “I'll have a toffee apple donut and a black coffee please Pumpkin.”

“Okay,” Pumpkin Cake smiled, “I’ll just be a jiffy!”

“What the hay's her problem?” Falsetto asked, overhearing – as did almost everypony else – Air Raid’s comment.

“Herself.” Vocal Chord shrugged.

“Huh…” Falsetto stared at Air Raid, forgetting for the moment her chocolate and pecan donut. A feat not easy to accomplish. “So, V, when's the next gig? Strings is getting antsy.”

Vocal Chord sighed a very exaggerated sigh and chose to swap his vanilla swirl for Dusk’s ear. “I thought I sent everypony a schedule. We’re playing Trixie's Place, Friday through Sunday. Five shows total, pays pretty nice, and yes, you can play that thing you call a song you wrote.”

Falsetto, brushing aside her blue mane, gave the lead singer her best Vanhoovan Death Glare, unfortunately it was utterly wasted as he was determined to see how deep into the royal pegasus’s ear he could get his tongue. “Buck you, doggie,” she settled for the insult instead. “That song's gold and you know it.”

Removing his tongue once Dusk’s wings were erect, Vocal Chord snorted with laughter. “You're as easy to wind up as Flightless Feathers over there.” He nodded his head for emphasis over to Air Raid.

“Heh,” Dusk snickered. “Good one, Vocal.”

“Did you guys hear that?” Air Raid asked, her mouth hanging open.

Cyclone nodded, but Darkstar cut across her as Pumpkin brought over and dropped off their three orders on a tray held in her magic. “He is just trying to wind you up.” The white unicorn put her hoof on her friend’s foreleg.

Air Raid growled, her hackles rising. “Ugh! I could just smack him like I did Dusk!”

“Vocal Chord!” Falsetto exclaimed, almost spitting out her strawberry shake. “That was mean!”

“Yeah…” The light grey unicorn simply giggled yeah, sorry Falsie, “but I did send you a schedule for the gig.”

Falsetto contented herself with grumbling as she sipped her shake rather than spitting it. “Yeah well, you know me and computers.” She hated to admit, she barely knew how to turn one on, let alone use it.

Vocal Chord shrugged, “You got the mail the last time I nailed it to your door.”

“At least I know how to work mane straighteners!” The sun yellow earth pony exclaimed irately.

Over on the other table, Darkstar was busy probing her salted caramel donut with her tongue in a very slow and very sensual fashion, drawing a lot, if not all, of the attention to her – especially from Lyra and Bon Bon who were watching with rapt fascination. “Oooh MMMM yeah...” Air Raid and Cyclone both panted, picturing Darkstar’s tongue doing what it was doing, just not on the donut.

Dusk glanced over, curious in spite of himself with the look from Lyra and her marefriend. “Aaah,” he murmured, “the donut lick.” He’d seen many a pony reduced to wrecks just from the effects of watching Darkstar lick a donut.

“Daaaamn…” Although she was straight, Falsetto could appreciate the skill and dedication that was going into licking that donut.

“Pfft,” Vocal shrugged, wholly unimpressed. “I could do better on a smaller hole.” The lead singer snickered to himself as Dusk’s powerful wings shot out either side of him with a very audible *poomf!* that drew amused sniggers from the ponies watching from the other tables. Unperturbed, and determined to prove his claim, Vocal called out, “Pumpkin! Half dozen mini-donuts please.”

Darkstar, her turn to be unimpressed, performed one of her eye rolls. “Bet my tongue is longer than his. Pumpkin! Two more of these please.”

“Why can't I get a stallion to lick me like you lick donuts V?” Falsetto bemoaned her recently single status as the overworked unicorn supplied the donuts to their respective owners.

“Having fun there, Cy?” Air Raid asked her friend without looking away from Darkstar’s display. Cyclone, for her part, didn’t reply. Her black wings also erect, she was completely mesmerized as she watched the white unicorn slowly slide her tongue through the holes of the two salted caramel donuts she held in her magic.

Determined to not be outdone, Vocal Chord got to licking the mini-donut with his tongue rolled so he could probe the tight hole with as much sensuality as he did when he probed another tight hole. On the other table Darkstar also stepped up her game, using her magic now to slide one donut up and down her horn while she held the other two side by side and she alternated licking both holes.

Across the tables, Lyra Heartstrings, having watched every second of this frankly lewd display turned to Bon Bon with half-lidded bedroom eyes. “Home. Now.” Was all she whispered and Bon Bon, attempting to walk a straight line while she was still watching too, nodded and the two left. Not to be seen again till the following day.

With very noisy *poomfs* both Cyclone and Air Raid’s wings were so hard it was painful for both mares. Both were sharing very similar thoughts of their friend’s tongue using them as donuts. “Sweet Luna's mane...” Air Raid wasn’t helping herself by imagining her leaking marehood to be covered in salted caramel and holding Darkstar in place until she was as blue as her brother.

“Aaaaahn...” Dusk moaned, “V-Vo...Vocal...” Spurred on by his midnight blue lover’s lust-filled moans, Vocal Chord used his magic to put a donut on his horn and slowly he moved it down by thinning the donut without breaking it. Seeing that, Darkstar tried to figure out what magic he was using.

“Good thing Pinkie has no issues with ponies playing with their food.” Pumpkin Cake remarked in Falsetto’s ear as she watched the show.

Falsetto nodded, “or playing with each other.” She pointed her hoof to the openly fidgeting Dusk and Air Raid.

Surreptitiously, Cyclone moved one of her hooves between Air Raid’s hind legs, the lime green mare opened them obligingly for ease of access. A unicorn mare sat over the far side of the bakery leant in and sniggered to her mate, “Good thing we didn't bring the foals today.”

Her stallion chuckled, “Dinner and a show is common at Sugarcube Corner…”

“You're not the one that has to clean up after though,” Pumpkin Cake muttered just loud enough to be heard, although most of the ponies weren't listening, least of all Dusk, who had by now snaked a forehoof between his legs.

“Ugh...” Falsetto grimaced, not knowing where to look. “I can't take them anywhere.” Then an idea crept into her head, a rather sexy idea that involved her, Pound Cake and whipped cream. Too much whipped cream. “Pumpkin, I’ll help!”

Pumpkin, who was well aware of the bass player’s ulterior motive, just giggled. “Sure thing.”

Smiling a sultry smile, Cyclone removed her hoof from its spot on Air Raid’s marehood to take up the mega sticky roll and instead rub that between her hind legs then she took a very big bite before setting it down and returned her hoof back to work.

“By the way,” Falsetto asked, trying to be as breezy as she possibly could, “is Pound working today?”

“NGGGGH...” Air Raid grunted noisily as she came around her friend’s jet black hoof. “Oh…oh sweet stars and moon!”

Dusk, his hoof stroking himself under the table, whined loudly at Vocal’s antics with the donut! And he whined even harder when Vocal Chord shifted enough to slap his tail over his coltfriend’s wandering hoof until he sighed with his climax. “Comes in just before closing.” Pumpkin sighed a disgruntled sigh as she levitated over a mop and bucket. “That's not past your bedtime is it, Falsie?”

“Oh,” Falsetto blushed as the other, more adventurous ponies, calmed themselves down. “No, no it's not! He’s ah, available, right?”

“Still single, last I checked.” Pumpkin grumbled as she mopped up the floor around the Prince’s hind hooves while trying –and failing – to not look at his softening member as she did so.

“Glad to see you finally got past Silver Chord, Falsie.” Vocal snickered, both at the mess he had caused on the floor and his band-mate’s half assed attempt at getting her hooves into Pumpkin’s brother.

Getting a little teary, Falsetto dried her eyes with a forehoof. “Oh, I'm so over him!”

“Um...” Dusk asked, wanting very much to change the subject and divert attention away from what had just taken place, and being very grateful of this thing to jump on. “Um, what happened?”

Vocal smiled a sly smile at the earth pony. “She was saving up bits to replace the guitar she broke. What, he finally tell you to piss up a rope?”

Falsetto swallowed the comeback she dearly wanted to throw and instead slumped into her seat. “If you must know, he advised me on exactly where I could stick the neck!” She sniffed again, the accident had been just that, an accident. She just ended up with her hoof snapping it in half. Total accident. Totally. Silver’s reaction had been completely over the top. “And I said I was sorry!”

“Well, to Tartarus with him.” Vocal Chord commented as he quickly and expertly polished off the mini-donuts he had ordered. “Besides, Pound is a better pony anyways.”

“Aah I see.” Dusk smiled, the bit dropping now as to why the bass player was upset. “And, yes I agree with Vocal, by the way. Pound is a very decent pony. But um...” he looked to them both, from one to the other once then twice. “You do know Silver Chord is a part of the opening band at Trixie’s Place on that night, right?” He asked cautiously.

Going by Falsetto’s look, she did not know this. “He…he's what?”

“Didn't Vocal tell you?” Dusk asked.

“No,” Falsetto shook her head as she shot the lead singer a very foul look. “No he didn't.”

“Well,” Vocal shrugged, downplaying his friend’s ire, “he is a great guitarist and he writes some good stuff. Some band has to warm up the crowd for us, it might as well be his. And they work cheap for the publicity. It’s just business, you know that, Falsie.”

Falsetto’s eyes were wide. “B-Business!”

Dusk intervened quickly, seeing as Vocal was too busy chewing on a donut to answer. “Hey, you can work together without having to like each other.” For emphasis he shot a filthy look to the table where Air Raid was sat. Specifically, to her.

“I...”

“Will what?” Vocal Chord demanded as he cut across his friend, “Quit? You're too much of a professional for that.”

“Alright,” Falsetto conceded with typical good grace, a pout and a roll of her eyes, before draining her mug of its coffee, “You got me.”

Darkstar snickered to her two friends, having made her donuts disappear as sure as if she’d cast an illusion on them. “Glad to know we aren't the only ones with troubles.”

“Know what?” Air Raid replied perhaps a little louder than was strictly necessary as she reached for her coffee, “I stopped caring what troubles he had when the idiot insulted me.”

Leaning over the table, Darkstar hissed, “No. Trouble.”

“But it is true.” Cyclone whispered in an attempt to come to her friend’s aid.

Vocal Chord shrugged, pointedly ignoring the mares at the other table. “I work to turn us a good bit of bits.” He lifted Dusk’s chin with a tender hoof and placed a loving kiss on his lips. “Isn't that right love?”

Dusk returned the kiss, looking straight into Air Raid’s eyes over his lover’s shoulder. “Hmm…that's right, my ONE special pony.” He emphasised the ‘one’ with meaning that he knew would not be lost.

Air Raid bristled and angrily attacked her toffee apple donut. “So it's ok he called me a Dodo?”

“And?” Darkstar sighed, rubbing her temple as if she were a teacher dealing with a classroom full of morons, “You can call him Prince, makes him equal to that idiot, Blueblood.” She remarked, making Cyclone break out laughing.

“Yeah…” Air Raid bit back the retort she was about to make to her pure white friend, about it being different if Dusk had mentioned that time she and Brightstar had 'experimented' and had been caught. Instead she went on the attack. “HA! Right now he makes Blueblood look like the smartest royal going.”

Vocal Chord's eyes went wide as he overheard that. “Grrrrrr…” Dusk growled and slammed his hoof into the table top, taking the insult as not just directed at him but at the rest of the royals as well.

Making to kiss him again, Vocal instead whispered, “Don't let them get to you, you are supposed to get to them.”

“Get to them!?” Dusk exclaimed loudly, drawing attention to himself again, though this was less welcome than the attention from before. “My hoof'll get to that bitch in a minute.”

Air Raid snickered. “Yeah right!”

Darkstar hissed out a whisper. “Don't throw the first hoof, Raid.”

“Heh,” Air Raid reached for her coffee and gave the young Prince a teasing wink. “If I did, he'd get a bruise to match the other one I gave him.”

Dusk seethed, stung by the reminder of the left cross that Air Raid had given him just two weeks ago in his suite. What hurt most was it wasn’t his self that’d been damaged, moreover his pride and because of that, his friendships. And it was all Air Raid’s fault. “How...dare...”

Falsetto blinked and looked from table to table. “I'm...sensing tension...”

“Really Falsie,” Vocal threw, immediately rising to his stallion’s defence. “Those idiots over there have it in for my Dusky.”

“Yeah...” the bassist commented, “so I see.”

“He usually does let idiots in,” Air Raid retorted quickly, “Ain’t that right, Vocal?”

“You worthless slu...” Vocal Chord was past the point now of worrying about decorum or saving face. His hackles were up and so was he. So irate was he that he was about to fly at the offending mare when the door to Sugarcube Corner burst open to admit a guard pony.

Standing in the doorway, in full armour the colour of night, which identified the mare as one of Princess Luna’s most trusted personal guard, the dull orange earth pony called out very loudly, “Prince Dusk?” This drew everypony's attention away from the Prince’s table and they all saw with her milky white eyes she was obliviously blind.

“You wanna finish that sentence you started, puppy?” Air Raid fired back, not missing a heartbeat.

Dusk stood and politely nodded to greet the guard. While not necessary in her instance, the etiquette was ingrained in the royal pegasus. “Yes, Loose Cannon?”

Respectfully, Loose Cannon returned the bow that she knew had been sent her way. “Princess Luna would like you to be informed that your scheduled tea with her and your aunt started ten minutes ago.”

“Oh!” Cyclone let out a delighted little giggle behind her hoof, “oh, someone's mommy is calling!”

“What?” Vocal’s ire gave way to a confused look that Dusk found adorable. “You didn't tell me about an appointment today.” The light grey unicorn questioned his lover as the orange coated guard looked directly at Cyclone as if she was determining whether she was a threat or not.

“Okay,” Cyclone muttered, “now that is creepy.”

“What appointment?” Dusk looked as confused as Vocal did. “First I knew about it.”

“Run along home Princey,” Air Raid made little ‘shooing’ motions with her forehooves. “You don't want to keep mommy waiting.”

“Loose Cannon,” Dusk addressed the guard. “Stand down, they are no threat. Actually,” he now turned to the mare’s table with a derisive sneer in his voice. “They're of no concern to us AT ALL.”

“Prince Dusk,” the guard continued as she walked easily into the bakery, not hitting a single table, “it was on your calendar this morning. Still, they simply request your presence at the Castle of Friendship.”

“Oh, that explains it,” Vocal Chord interjected, “you read that like Falsie reads her emails.” At that, Cyclone burst out laughing and Darkstar performed her eye roll number one.

“Hmph...” calming somewhat, Dusk was still nonetheless embarrassed to have been summoned like a foal who was late for his dinner when his mother could have just as easily telephoned him. “Very well, Loose Cannon, lead the way out, please.”

“Huh...” deviously, Air Raid decided to change tack. “Look at that, guys. A blind pony he can finally order around.”

A hush fell over the bakery. Everypony seemed to sense a scene about to happen. The abnormal silence seemed to stretch on for several long eternities, with ponies looking to and from each other. “Oooh,” Cyclone eventually broke the silence. “You just went there.”

Galvanised by the jet black pegasus’s comment, Darkstar hissed again, “I said, no trouble!”

Level with their table, Dusk paused, scant inches away from the offending lime green racer. “What. Did. You say?” He asked quietly, dangerously, through clenched teeth.

Air Raid simply shrugged, as if she were chatting to a regular pony. “You heard. ‘Prince’ Dusk.”

“Um...V,” Falsetto squeaked, picking up on the underlying tension bubbling throughout Sugarcube Corner between these two former friends. “I'd get him outside if I were you.” She could see a fight coming a mile away.

Vocal Chord nodded, “Let's go Dusk, we don't want to keep them waiting.”

“Yes,” Cyclone chipped in from her seat, “You run home to mommy with your tail between your legs.”

“Shut. Up!” Dusk snapped. Having a dig at him was one thing, but bringing his parents into it, even on the very periphery, was quite another. In front of the young royal, Loose Cannon opened her mouth but nothing was heard. With the echolocation ability she possessed she then moved easily between Dusk and the table of rowdy ponies.

Air Raid saw them leaving, but she couldn’t simply leave it at that. Wanting to have the last word in the matter, the lime green pegasus stood up on her seating pad and called out at the top of her voice, “And good riddance to bad rubbish!”

That did it. That was the last, final straw. Dusk took a step closer to the table and looked up straight into Air Raid’s grey eyes. When he spoke, it was with a dangerous calm, but there was venom in his voice. “Wily was worth a hundred of you. The only reason she's gone is because of you. You left her. You abandoned her. You, and nopony else, you disgusting excuse for a pony.” With his tirade over, he turned and began to leave.

“Oh Shit!” Cyclone nudged Darkstar, who was by this point on her hooves.

Vocal Chord had heard enough. “Let's move it, love.” As Vocal and Dusk took their leave, Air Raid stood on her pad, too stunned to even move. The light grey unicorn glanced back with a degree of satisfaction. “You won this round, now for some tea and cakes.” He helped Dusk out the door.

With Dusk breathing heavily as he left Sugarcube Corner, Air Raid finally collapsed to her pad, “He...he said…I-I'll kill him!”

“No, you won’t!” Darkstar erupted as Loose Cannon immediately took up a combat stance. “Because that won't do Wily any good!”

“Yeah,” Cyclone added, resting her hoof pleadingly on her friend’s foreleg, “what she said, Raid, and besides that mare looks pretty scary.”

From her table, once Vocal and Dusk had exited, Falsetto turned to look back at the three mares. “Look, I dunno what's gone on between you guys, but let’s leave it here, huh?”

Air Raid, completely and utterly defeated, slumped on her seating pad at the table. “Yeah, fine, whatever…”

Sitting back down, Darkstar relaxed. Cyclone hesitantly picked up her drink and took a sip. “Bastard still needs his flanked kicked. She took one look at the guard. “By his mom...I meant.” The guard, once she was sure Dusk was clear of the building, backed out of the door and re-joined her charge as his escort. When they were gone, Cyclone said, “Did that guard act like she could see?”

“Hmm…” Darkstar mused, “part of the armour enchantment, I bet.”

With her head held up only by her forehoof, Air Raid sighed into the remnants of her toffee apple donut. Her appetite having left her. “Loose Cannon.” She explained in a slightly deadened tone that did not go unnoticed by her two friends. “Dusk told Wily about her. She learnt that echo thing bats do.” She knew the word she wanted but she couldn’t think of it. She found she didn’t really care.

She didn’t care about much at all these days.

“Woah,” Darkstar breathed, suitably impressed. “I didn't know ponies could even do that.”

“I don't care anymore.” Air Raid muttered, she got her phone out of her bag and skipped through her contacts list to Wildfire's number and hit dial.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. The roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head. The roses stink, sorta like sheep but leave your name, number, and message after the beep. The roses are molding, the violets are rotten and I might call you back, if I haven't forgotten.”

Darkstar and Cyclone - the latter of whom had sat back down with a definite crinkle from her padded rear, smoothed out her pink dress - didn't see who their friend had dialled, so of course they did nothing until after the voice mail had ran its course. “Wily!” Air Raid sobbed into the speaker, “come back!” She didn't care a damn who was looking.

Hearing the voice mail message, Cyclone shot Darkstar a ‘look’, which the white mare returned with a shrug. Quickly making up her mind as to what to do, the jet black pegasus slapped the cell phone out of Air Raid’s hoof, a move that stunned Darkstar as much as it did Air Raid who let it hit the floor. “He’s right…” the lime green mare muttered, staring forlornly at the table top. “He's right...I am a disgusting excuse for a pony...” she remembered her all-to-real nightmare from the day before. “Wily was right, I could've saved her so much heartache when I was seven…”

Cyclone had by now had enough. Air Raid had said at the station she wanted her to dominate her again, now was as good a time as any, lest her friend to too far into her funk. In her best stern voice, she said, “Stand up and shut up!” Before moving off of the seating pad and around her hindquarters. “I've had enough of your lip, girl. Lift that tail!”

Air Raid, who wasn’t really listening, shrugged and lifted up her tail. Cyclone bent down and inspected her exposed marehood. “Looks like your donut eating has primed the pump, Darkie.”

‘Wily I'm so sorry! Why...why didn't I just bleed out?’ Air Raid thought miserably as Darkstar giggled.

Behind her, Cyclone placed a probing forehoof under Air Raid’s blue tail. “Nice and moist.” She said with a very satisfied smirk.

“Eeep!” As her attention was ‘distracted’, Air Raid jumped up at the sudden contact of the hoof to her crotch. Had she been able, she no doubt would have hovered.

“Hmph!” Raising up her slick wet forehoof, Cyclone brought it down sharply to soundly spank the lime green flank. “I didn't say you could move!”

“Aaah...” Air Raid gasped and swished her tail down. “I-I’m s-sorry Cy…”

“That’s ‘Mistress Cy’,” Cyclone moved forward between the pads and slapped Air Raid across the face using her lower foreleg instead of the bottom of her hoof. “And, I didn't say you could talk, either.”

Darkstar clapped her hooves, “Yeah! You put her in her place, Cy!”

As Air Raid quickly hiked up her tail with a very audible ‘Mmmmm!’ Pumpkin Cake walked over and put a hoof on the jet black mare’s shoulder. “Please take that outside.” Playing with the donuts had been one thing. She had been happy to let that slide. A full on BDSM session right here in the bakery was quite another though. She was fairly sure even Pinkie wouldn’t agree to that.

Not after last time.

“Great idea Pumpkin.” Cyclone agreed with a sly grin as she noticed Falsetto was still there watching. “Don't want to distract Pound from the lovely mare over there.” When Darkstar giggled, she asked, “Raid, where were you staying tonight?”

“We...we're staying at the Manefair down the road, Mistress.” Air Raid supplied quickly, while Falsetto blushed a very intense blush at what she’d just witnessed.

“Darkie, be a dear and pick up the tab.” Cyclone gave her pure white friend a look that said she’d cover her half later then she turned her attention back to Air Raid. “We will wait for you outside. Pet!” She said in her most extravagant tone, “You may move so you can exit this wonderful establishment and then you can wait for my pleasure outside.”

“Yes Mistress!” Air Raid needed very little encouragement. It had after all been a while. Quickly, she scampered out of Sugarcube Corner with her tail held very high indeed and her wings so painfully erect that they barely fit through the door.

As Cyclone passed the obviously aroused Falsetto, she winked at the sun yellow earth pony. “Let me know if you want to try switch hitting?” With that she followed Air Raid outside while Darkstar took care of the bill and for good measure got a dozen donuts for the road. On the way out the white unicorn also recovered the fallen cell phone.

“P-Pumpkin...” Falsetto was about to burst into flames from her blush, “is aaaah, is Pound into that?”

“Which part,” the waitress asked with a teasing glint in her eye, “the one that walked out or the one that followed?” She asked, earning her a snort of laughter from Darkstar.

“The um…the one that ah, the one that walked out...” her eyes went very wide at what she’d just admitted to. “Eeep...um...I mean...”

Pumpkin Cake laughed and nudged Falsetto’s shoulder. “I am the older twin and I've bossed him around for a long time.” She winked a very salacious wink at the poor earth pony mare. “Worth the risk.”

“Oh,” Darkstar paused at the door, “when does he show up again?”

“Yeah,” Falsetto spoke up once she’d found her voice, “when does he show up? I mean yes, risk. Worth it. Definitely. I'll um, I’ll just sit here, out of the way…”

“Said he'd be here at closing, so that is eleven or about six hours from now.” Pumpkin replied as she levitated over a cloth to start wiping down the now empty tables.

“Cool.” She gave Falsetto her best ‘sexy look’ and smiled. “Not trying to hoof in, but I do love a good show.” She purred as she walked outside, letting the door swing closed behind her.

“Hehe...” the bass player’s blush was back in full force. “Cool,” she whispered, her hoof starting to wander southwards as she watched Pumpkin work.

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“Darkie!” Cyclone greeted the white mare as she exited Sugarcube Corner into the warm afternoon sunshine. “Are you along to join in or are you just watching?”

“I'm good for watching.” Darkstar replied as she safely stowed the six donuts into her saddlebag. “You might show me something new.”

As it was still early on in the afternoon, there were still plenty of ponies milling out and about in Ponyville, all merrily going about their business. “Wow,” Cyclone started as she conspicuously smoothed her pink dress over her padded rear, “would look at those flowers!” Darkstar looked where her friend was pointing and then she looked back at Cyclone.

Air Raid, who had been stood quietly, blushed as she remembered her disastrous attempts at coming on to Darkstar the previous day. “Um, Darkie you don't have to...huh, flowers?” She too followed where the jet black pegasus was pointing and saw a bed of roses planted close to a nearby house on the other side of the dirt path.

“I don't think anypony has watered those in days.” Cyclone commented. She could tell just by looking at her older friend that she was still deeply affected by what had happened in the bakery. In truth she was and she was willing to bet Darkstar was too, but right now, Air Raid had a look about her that screamed she was going to jump off of Rainbow Falls. She needed a distraction.

Darkstar blinked, and once she’d processed what Cyclone had in mind, she smiled and nodded her grey maned head. “I think you're right, ‘Mistress’ Cy.”

Cyclone grinned. Time to commence the distraction. “Raid, please back up to those flowers and give them a much needed watering.”

“Oh…ooh!” As Air Raid backed up to the unknown pony’s house, Darkstar moved around the lime green mare in order to make sure she got a good view while Cyclone stayed where she was in front of her, she smiled and looked around to see if anypony was watching.

Once she was in position, Air Raid saw there were roughly ten ponies in the immediate area, though none were exactly too close. It was however too late to change her mind as the familiar heavy pressure in her bladder said she was going to go. And go now. She hiked up her blue tail and, spreading her hind legs just a touch, she relaxed her bladder muscles and let go of her hot yellow stream with a happy sigh.

As she sent her golden pee spattering noisily onto the wall and on the roses, a passing earth pony stallion, his attention drawn by the noise – and the smell – nudged the zebra mare next to him. “Say, hun, do you think that is Roseluck’s super special secret?”

‘This is so cool!’ Air Raid thought, blushing slightly as the zebra mare giggled to her stallion and the couple passed on to the market place without further comment. “Aaah...” Air Raid’s stream eventually died out and she tried to press her legs together, although by now it was too late to hide any modesty.

Cyclone nodded with satisfaction. “Good girl, that should help them grow nice and strong.”

“Smelling at least…” Darkstar added, making the other two mares snigger.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Air Raid even gave her a little polite bow.

Knowing full well what Air Raid loved, to be humiliated, Cyclone smiled and decided that while they were there, to turn her little game up a notch. “Do you need to fertilize anything, Pet?” She asked, earning herself a tinkling laugh from Darkstar.

With the relaxing of her abdominal muscles, Air Raid again blushed as her gut gave a loud rumble and a wet fart left her anus. Her wings fluttered with the embarrassment as once more her gut rumbled. “Well...actually...” she nodded, “um, Darkie told me not to go before we left.”

Darkstar shrugged. “I thought you'd be filling nappies.”

‘I got a better idea…’ Cyclone looked around and spotted a park just a few hundred feet away with groups of trees along its borders. She gave Darkstar a nod, and the pure white unicorn levitated a black collar and leash from her other bag and secured it around the racer’s neck before floating the hooped end to Cyclone to hold. “Follow.” She ordered simply, pulling on the leash, while Darkstar took up the rear.

Silently, giving her friend time to wonder what was going to happen, Cyclone slowly led Air Raid over to the park. Once there, they saw six ponies enjoying the pleasant afternoon and one stallion in a green vest, denoting he was a park keeper. Another tug of the leash and the lime green mare was taken over to a pair of trees. “This mulch doesn't look very useful for the trees, maybe you could help that out, Raid.” Both Cyclone and Darkstar moved to flanking positions on either side of the tree, giving them, and everypony else nearby, an unobstructed view.

‘I'm gonna do this...I'm really gonna do this...oh sweet Luna...’ these thoughts and many more raced through Air Raid’s mind. “M-M-Mistress...y-yes Mistress.” Her wings were very, VERY erect as she planted her hooves and squatted on the grass above the mulch, her blue tail hiked up out of the way.

Cyclone and Darkstar just watched, doing and saying nothing, as did a couple of ponies - including the stallion with the vest – whose attention had been taken by the squatting mare. Air Raid knew she didn’t have to do this. She could just say ‘Bronze’ and end it. But that would disappoint her friend, and it would her too. ‘Oh Luna they're watching...oh crap...’ another long wet noisy fart sealed the deal however. “Ngggh!” She grunted, farting a third time and with another grunt she relaxed her abdominal muscles and right there in the park she went, too happy at that moment to concern herself much with the watching crowd as she emptied her bowels.

“Cy,” Darkstar’s yellow eyes were very wide. “She really is doing it!”

“AAaaaAH!” Air Raid moaned a very satisfied moan as in addition to the small stinking mountain of horseapples forming underneath her, she released the last of her pee in a miniature golden fountain. She was by now a very, VERY bright shade of red all over her cheeks, as embarrassed as she’d ever been in her life but at the same time SO aroused. “Aaah I…I needed that, Mistress.”

One of the watching ponies simply shook his head, while two unicorn mares who were playing Frisbee decided it was best they took their game up the other end of the park. The other stallion, the one with the green vest came over to them, a look somewhere between amusement and annoyance on his face. “If you gotta go, you gotta go, but the pitchfork and barrel are over there. Clean up.” He grumbled then turned to walk away.

“Yes Raid,” Cyclone said with a snicker while her friend and her Pet was noticeably about to combust with embarrassment. “Do be a dear and pick up after yourself.” Darkstar meanwhile had to lay down on the grass, she was laughing so hard.

“Um...” Air Raid stared at her hooves, unable to get any more scarlet. “Does she have to laugh?” She muttered. She had to admit though, her friend’s reaction was only adding to the humiliation, and she was so aroused with it that it was starting to hurt. “Y-Yes Mistress…” turning, she dutifully collected the pitchfork and the barrel and began to clean up her mess.

Darkstar, not helping in the slightest, was rolling and gasping for breath. “Maybe she thought it funny the way you held your tail?” Cyclone asked, fighting very hard with every ounce of self-control to not join her almost choking friend on the grass.

“Yes Mistress.” Air Raid mumbled, she was so wet with her arousal that her two friends could see her glistening juices as they trickled down her inner thighs, while she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, she hated herself that she was getting off so much to the act of forking her poop into the barrel.

Seeing the lime green mare’s inner thighs slick with her obvious arousal, Darkstar pointed a hoof and gasped out, “I think she's sprung a leak!”

Moving in for closer inspection, Cyclone stuck her nose under Air Raid’s blue tail. “It isn't pee.”

“Eeep!” Air Raid jumped when she felt a muzzle under her tail. She wanted very much to get her hoof between her legs, or better yet be made to beg Cyclone for permission to get her hoof between her legs. “N-No, Mistress, it's not pee.”

“Best to be sure.” The jet black pegasus muttered and without any further warning she delivered a long wet lick straight up her slit. “Hmm, you are correct, Pet. It isn't pee.”

“Aaaahn...” Air Raid moaned, her wings almost at ninety degree angles when she heard mocking laughter from somewhere else in the park. “C-Cy...” she gave a deeper, more lust filled moan, her whole marehood now engorged and swollen with blood due to her aroused state.

“You going to take her here in the park?” Darkstar asked as if the lime green mare wasn’t there.

“Hmm,” Cyclone said thoughtfully, “do you think I should, Darkie?”

‘Luna's mane...she wouldn't…’ Air Raid thought, though she was dancing on her four hooves, giving off little squeaks. ‘I hope she does!’

The earth pony stallion with the green vest decided he had heard enough. Never mind having seen enough. “This is a PUBLIC park!” At that Cyclone gave him an eye roll and Darkstar was once more reduced to laughter.

“Um...M-Mistress?”

“Finish cleaning up, Pet.” Cyclone said as she caught the note of desperation in her friend’s voice. Time to wrap this little game up, now she had warmed her up. “We have a hotel room that is calling out to us.”

Darkstar got back up, her giggles at last under control. “Best she keep her tail up though, lest it get wet.” She put in, deciding to add a last little extra humiliation to the game.

Cyclone liked that idea. A lot. “Very good idea, Darkie. Make it so, Pet.”

“A-All the way back, Mistress?” Air Raid asked a little nervously, a little hopefully.

Cyclone nodded then brushed her turquoise mane from her blue eyes. “Can't risk it getting wet! May cause tail rot, or something.”

“Or something,” Darkstar snickered.

Air Raid very quickly finished scooping up after herself and rested the pitchfork against the barrel. “Y-Yes Mistress.” She didn't think she could get any redder but she does as she walked along behind her two friends with her blue tail held up high to show off her soaking wet puffy marehood to anypony who might care to look. As aroused as she was, the lime green racer was very pleased that her rivals couldn’t see this. She knew Windcharger and Cliffjumper would never, ever, let her live this down.

Right now she really didn’t care.

“Cy, do you want to switch places?” Darkstar asked behind Air Raid as they wove their way out of the park and through Ponyville’s still busy market place on their way back to the Manefair Hotel. “Very nice view from back here.”

“I'm sure it is, Darkie,” Cyclone replied over her shoulder, “but I don't want to jump her too soon.” She snickered as a deliciously sexy wonderful idea crept into her head. Perhaps there was time for one last teensy little play to marinate her before the main course. “Oh! Look over there!” She pointed her jet black hoof over at an apple stand. “You've never had an apple till you've had a Sweet Apple Acre apple.”

Darkstar looked at the stand to where her friend was pointing. Specifically she looked past the market stand to the huge red stallion who was stood behind it. She looked long and hard at that every inch of him she could see, and imagined the bits that she couldn’t. “Who's the stallion?”

“That’s Big Mac.” Cyclone answered.

‘Big Mac? Oooh yes he is! Please say it’s because he’s big for a reason!’ Darkstar found herself lost in a heady little daydream for a few moments. “Ahem…” she blushed, “is he taken?”

“I think he has the hots for the local school teacher.” Cyclone replied and she headed over to the market stand.

Air Raid walked over, making sure like a good little Pet to keep the leash slack and her blue tail up high. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Hi, Big M.” Cyclone cheerfully greeted the mountainous red stallion, “Three sweet ones, please.”

“Sure thing, Cyclone.” He scooped up three Rome Beauty apples and nodded to the black mare. “Friends?"

“Yes! They’re visiting me from Canterlot.” Big Mac simply nodded again at her reply and placed the bag of three apples on the counter. Cyclone quickly put the requisite bits on the counter next to the apples. “Turn around, Raid, so I can put this bag on your back.”

“Aaah,” Air Raid had seen this coming the moment they had walked over to the apple stand. ‘Oh jeez...’ “Yes Mistress.” While she was hesitant, she nonetheless obediently turned around to present Big Mac with a completely unfettered view.

Big Mac, for his part, looked intently at the sopping wet marehood that was pointing his way, but said nothing. He did have a touch of blush on his cheeks though and, as Cyclone loaded the bag of Rome Beauty apples on Air Raid’s back, Darkstar moved to see if he had more than that – just to see if he was ‘big’ all over - but was disappointed he didn't. “Okay, anymore shopping, Cy?”

“Nope,” Cyclone said with a smile, “these should be enough for us to keep up our strength.”

Air Raid held up her hoof just as Cyclone took up the leash once more. “Can we ah, um, can we go to the Manefair now, Mistress, please?”

“Are you in a hurry, Pet?”

Darkstar decided a tease was in order. “We don't come to Ponyville very often. One should see the sights.”

“Aww!” Air Raid let out a low whining moan. She was so very close to calling ‘Bronze’. The humiliation had been one thing, but she was painfully turned on and she needed release. Like, right now if not sooner. “N-No Mistress, I'm not in a hurry.”

Cyclone knew her friend. She knew how far she could push her, and right now she knew she’d been pushed far enough. Still at Air Raid’s side, she giggled and gave Darkstar a very knowing wink. Walking up to the front she took up the leash. “Let's move along, Pet.”

At her limit, Air Raid winced but she didn't complain. She trusted her friend and her Mistress. “Coming, Mistress.” Focussed on Cyclone’s swaying padded rear, that wonderfully swaying plot hidden under the nappy and the pink dress, she found she had entirely forgotten about Sugarcube Corner and that idiot of a stallion.

Thankfully, Cyclone did take a fairly direct route from the market square to the hotel, albeit with a very short detour trip to Berry Punch's bar just to pick up a bottle of wine that all three of them liked. “Thank you Mistress,” Air Raid sighed gratefully once they were safely in their hotel room, “for the wine, and for finally getting back.”

Dropping her saddlebag and slipping out of her pink dress, Cyclone spared the older mare a sympathetic smile. “You may drop your tail now, Pet.” Once she had done so, Cyclone closed in and gave Air Raid a very lusty kiss. “I had fun, did you?”

“Aaah!” Air Raid sighed with the released effort of keeping her blue tail up and returned the kiss. “I had so much fun!”

“I just about passed out when you had her crap in the park.” Darkstar levitated the wine to a table and performed a bad imitation of the green vested stallion. “Your mess, you clean it!”

“Yeeees...” Air Raid turned her gaze to the sniggering unicorn. “I did notice that, 'friend'.” She giggled, “is that why you told me not to go at home? Or on the train? Were you two cooking this up?”

Now it was Darkstar’s turn to blush. “No, really I thought Cy would put you in a nappy for all of that. I was completely surprised by the public display.”

With her dress removed and folded up, Cyclone turned her attention to her nappy. More bulky and squishy than it was when she had put it on earlier, she could only surmise that at some point during the day she had wet herself. ‘Damn those potions!’ She thought to herself as she tugged the soiled garment off and rolled it off. “Have to keep them guessing.”

“Hey...” Air Raid held up her hooves, “I'm not complaining, that was so totally hot.”

Giving Air Raid her best bedroom eyes, Cyclone slowly sauntered past her. “It was, wasn’t it?” She purred and bit her blue tail so she could pull it to the side. Her sopping wet marehood exposed, she ran her black hoof up her slit.

“GaaaAAAH!” Air Raid spread her hind legs for ease of access and whimpered, leaking her juices on to Cyclone’s questing hoof.

“Oh my!” The jet black mare lifted up her foreleg and sniffed at her stained hoof. “Darkie, do you want to clean this hoof?”

“What?” Darkstar shuddered, barely holding back a loud ‘Eeeew!’ Now, if her friend had been that gigantic earth pony stallion from the market, who wanted his equally gigantic sheath and its contents cleaned, she’d have a customer. “No way.”

“I will!” Air Raid, lost in the moment, thrust up her hoof. “Um, please?”

“Hmmm.” That did surprise Cyclone somewhat, she wasn’t expecting the offer of hoof worship from Air Raid. Still. She wasn’t about to refuse. She quickly moved over and flopped down on the large hotel bed. “Best be quick about it then, Pet.”

“Thank you Mistress!” Air Raid had surprised herself with suddenly wanting to lick her friend’s hoof. Deep down she knew the reason why. She nonetheless scooted over and crawled up onto the bed and pressed her muzzle deep into the sole of Cyclone’s soiled hoof.

“Oh, ooh yes, you do that so well.” Cyclone gasped at the touch of her Pet’s tongue over her frog, while Darkstar quietly moved around the room to allow her to get different views of the unfolding scene.

“MmmMMPH!” Air Raid replied as best she could, considering she had her tongue lashing very gently over the toe and the sole of Cyclone’s hoof, and her teeth grazing around the inner white wall.

Almost with a mind of its own, Cyclone's other forehoof drifted down between her hind legs. Darkstar caught this straight away. “What are you doing Cy? Self-pleasuring when you have a fine mare on top of you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Cyclone did blush, but her hoof didn't leave her wet marehood.

After a few more moments of tongue induced bliss, Air Raid removed her muzzle. “Thank you Mistress, for allowing me to service your hoof, Mistress.”

The jet black mare casually inspected her now sparkling clean hoof and gave it an experimental lick. “Give us a kiss, sexy.”

Abandoning their game, Air Raid finally gave in to her ever mounting desire and she pounced on the younger mare with a lusty growl passionately locking her lips with hers. Darkstar meanwhile sat back and watched, but the pure white unicorn was slowly getting very bored. She couldn’t even get herself off, as she wasn’t into mares, and that was starting to irritate her. She coughed, quite loudly, feeling very much like an unwanted third wheel.

On the bed however, Air Raid had by now tuned out everything other than Cyclone's lips and in fact Cyclone herself. The jet black mare had also quite forgotten Darkstar was in the room with them. “Mmmm…” Air Raid finally pulled off of her friend’s lips leaving a string of saliva joining them together before she dived back down, this time attacking her jawline and neck with kisses and light nibbles.

As Air Raid worked her way down Cyclone's body, the jet black mare guided the lime green hind quarters to draw nearer her questing mouth. Obliging her friend’s guidance, she moved so that her hind end was near to her mouth and she kissed her way down to her teats. Cyclone now used both of her forehooves to play with Air Raid’s neither region. “MmmmAAAAH!” She moaned, and after licking at both of her teats she delivered her full attention to Cyclone’s sopping wet slit.

“Uuuugh!” Deciding she had seen more than enough, Darkstar got up and quietly left the hotel room. She did have something she needed taking care of, and she was going to leave it until she got back to Canterlot, but she needed outfits for the dance school in Las Pegasus with Sapphire Shores and, while Sassy Saddles had never let her down yet, while she was here there was no harm in going to Carousel Boutique. She just hoped it was still open.

Back on the bed, Darkstar’s departure went unnoticed as Cyclone continued her hoof play until she drew near enough and then she forcibly pulled her down onto her face and she went in muzzle first. With a quiet meep, Air Raid did likewise, going muzzle deep in her to keep from moaning out loud.

Unexpectedly, Cyclone added a series of quick light bites all along Air Raid’s labia. “AAAH!” With the pleasure spike, Air Raid bucked her hips downwards and nipped at her friend’s clit in turn, earning herself a muffled cry from deep inside her marehood.

Underneath her, Cyclone was determined that her needy friend would orgasm first and to that end she wrapped her lips tight around Air Raid’s hard swollen clit and sucked very hard indeed. After a few more moments of that kind of stimulation, the lime green mare did indeed come, making muffled squeals and moans as she unloaded herself all over Cyclone’s face.

Air Raid’s thunderous climax served to push Cyclone over her edge, happy as she came last. “T-Thank…aaah…thank y-you my wonderful Pet.” She sighed as she rode out her climax. “You did that like a pro from the hoof to marehood.”

“Heh, I do everything like a pro.” Still above her in a sixty nine position, the lime green pegasus turned and hugged her friend. “Y’know, we really need to do this again.”

“I quite agree.” Cyclone wrapped her legs tight around Air Raid’s body and kissed her lips. “I know there are taxis from Ponyville to Cloudsdale since I use them all the time.”

Air Raid was only too happy to return the sweet kiss. “Maybe next time I'll come see you.”

“After I find a place.” Cyclone said definitely. “I wouldn't take a cloud mite to my hotel room.”

“You got a date, Cy.”

“Rawr!” Cyclone responded with the sexy growl and a second, deeper kiss.

“Well...why don't we?” Air Raid asked with a well-defined blush after she had returned the kiss in kind. After all, Cyclone was single. She was…well, she was single, for all intents and purposes. They certainly had fun together. Why couldn’t they be an item?

Cyclone however had totally missed that not-so-subtle hint and sat up on the bed. “You can tag along too Darkie if...um...” it was only then that she realised they were alone in the Manefair’s hotel room. “Hey, where did she go?”

‘Damn it!’ Air Raid cursed silently and sat up as well. “Huh...” she looked about the otherwise empty room. “I’m guessing she either got bored and left, or she's invisible.”

Cyclone snickered with an evil glint in her eye. She knew how to draw her friend out. “I'll just fill a nappy and toss it around the room till it hits her.” She waited. One second, two then three ticked by in silence. “She's gone.” She concluded with an air of finality.

“Yeah,” Air Raid agreed, “no way she'd not bite to that. I'll bet my last winnings she's back at SCC.”

Cyclone laughed at that. “I wouldn't take that bet for a salted caramel donut.”

Air Raid too joined in the laughter. “You think Darkie's ideal pony would be made of salted caramel?” She asked with a long slow lick of her ear.

“Think she'll bring back a stallion just to spite us?”

“I'd be cool with that,” Air Raid offered with a shrug. “Although, I’ve got toys that put most stallions to shame in my bag.”

Again Cyclone laughed, but this time she made a mental note to try out some of those toys before the night was out. “Snuggle time for us I think, after I get you nappied up. I'm rather surprised I've gone this long without wearing one.”

“You and me both, hun.” Air Raid commented, earning herself a well-mannered swat to her ass. “I’m surprised I’ve gone this long without sex. I thought I was gonna blow up back there when you were getting me going. But, I'll definitely go for snuggles.”

“Hmhmm!” Delving into her own bag, Cyclone withdrew one of her pastel pink nappies as well as her spare sky blue onesie. Pushing Air Raid over she quickly got her all snugly and dressed. Once that was done she pulled out a nappy and a pearly white onesie for herself, and rolled onto her back so Air Raid could do her.

Air Raid looked puzzled at the white garment. “Where's the Radiance onesie? Or is that just for best?” She asked as she worked quickly and efficiently to get her all nappied up. “Nana Raid hasn't lost her touch!”

Cyclone looked a little shifty and a lot guilty. “She's...um, in the wash...” she then changed the subject and whispered in Air Raid’s ear. “Just so you know, after nap time we're going out to dinner just like this.”

Air Raid smiled, “you do know that humiliation's gonna get me so aroused, right?”

“Hmm!” Cyclone yawned and snuggled into her friend. “Right or wrong, I certainly do hope so.”

“MmMmm…” Air Raid yawned and her eyes drooped, a welcome sleep overtaking her.