It was five p.m. by the time Darkstar left the Manefair Hotel for the streets of Ponyville. Taking her saddlebag with her, the pure white unicorn trotted out through the lobby. Deciding she was hungry – or rather, her stomach decided she was hungry - she saw the market across the street and, most importantly, she saw Big Mac standing at the apple stand.

‘I could eat him up…and his apples…’ Darkstar walked over, she bit her lip. ‘Look at him, so huge and sexy and huge…’ she giggled as she approached the massive red earth pony stallion. She snickered, momentarily she enjoyed a little fantasy where Big Mac was a secret agent for the crown, Agent Apples, and he was working undercover as a simple apple vendor.

“Hey big guy.” Darkstar almost purred as she neared the apple stand, the late afternoon sun low in the sky. “Got any apples left?”

Big Mac nodded. “Eeyup.”

Darkstar scanned the wares on the stand and ultimately settled on a variety of apple that was almost as big as Mac himself. “How much for...um, six of those big ones, the Cameos?” She asked, pointing to the large red and yellow coated fruit.

“Twelve bits,” Big Mac replied, “you like ‘em in a sack?”

“I'd like you in the sack,” Darkstar did her best smouldering look, stopping just short of casting her ‘Desire’ spell on him, “but, the apples will do for now.”

Big Mac snickered, “Would need a big sack.” He smiled as he hoofed over the bag containing the six Cameo apples.

Smiling, Darkstar reached into her saddlebag with her magic and sorted through her meagre collection of bits and floated over twelve bits in her yellow aura and rested them on the counter. “Oh, my sack's plenty big enough. Wanna come see?” She really didn’t care that the earth pony was obviously more than twice her age and then some. He was cute.

“Ah, shucks,” Big Mac grinned, and raised his foreleg to his head in an exaggerated gesture. “I have to work the market. Maybe next time.”

Darkstar smiled sweetly and, with her horn still lit, made her voice sound in his left ear. “Now, that's a date.”

Unfortunately, for the white mare, Big Mac was far too stoic to jump at her illusion - and unknown to her he’d had dealings with unicorns before, and Pinkie Pie, which amounted to the same thing. “No,” he replied in his simple style, “that's an apple, dates are over there.” He pointed his hoof over to his friend Dateline’s stall.

Realising she was up against a huge red brick wall, Darkstar instead selected her best eye roll, number thirteen, along with pout number three. Usually an unbeatable combination. “Ha. Ha.” Taking the apples in her saddlebag she bowed out gracefully and blew him a kiss. “Thanks for the snack.”

“Eeyup.”

Holding one of her Cameo apples in her glowing yellow aura, Darkstar sauntered away, eating it as she walked. ‘Now…that dress. Sapphire said I needed to supply my own things…Hmm…’ if she was honest, being not the richest pony in Equestria, this concerned her greatly. Still, she had the student hardship vouchers given to her from the University, and she hoped those would be enough.

She took her apple and, taking and swallowing a bite, she headed over to Carousel Boutique. While not being that familiar with Ponyville, it was an easy building to find, given that most buildings nearby were thatched houses and the boutique was, well, the boutique.

Thankfully, as she got close to the ostentatious building, Darkstar saw it was still open, and through the window she could see a stallion and mare inside talking. “It’s still open, sweet!” Indeed the sign on the door gave the opening times as nine a.m. till six p.m. taking a breath, she hoofed open the door.

“Pardon me, Fancy,” Rarity looked over to the door as it opened and she greeted the late newcomer with a practised smile she gave all her customers. “Welcome to Carousel Boutique!”

“That is quite alright dear.” Fancy Pants smiled, his meeting with the premier fashion designer coincidentally at a close. “So, next Thursday won't be a problem?”

“Of course not darling.” Rarity replied, knowing full well she’d have her most exclusive customer’s order ready by Monday at the latest. Well, the husband of her most exclusive customer, at any rate.

Kissing each other’s cheeks, Fancy straightened up. His Fleur would be happy, and when she was happy, he was happy. “I'll leave it to you then.” On his way out, he bowed politely to Darkstar stood just inside the door. “A good day to you, Miss.” With that he was gone, exiting the boutique for the early evening outside.

With Fancy Pants gone, the premier fashionista turned her full attention to the younger white mare. “Your first time in my shop?” She asked kindly in an attempt to put her at ease.

“Wow...oh wow, Fancy Pants spoke to me!” She performed a teeny squee. Of course she’d seen him and his high profile wife around Canterlot, but she’d never been spoken to! Then, she remembered where she was, and whose company she was in. “Ahem,” she blushed, “it’s my first time on my own, Ms. Rarity.”

Rarity decided to try a rather different tack. “You'll find Fancy is just another pony, darling.” Hitching up a more genuine smile, as opposed to the one she gave most customers, she tried her greeting again. “Welcome, and how can I assist you today?”

‘Right. To the point. Yes.’ Darkstar smiled, more at ease with herself now. “Yes, well...you see I've just graduated from Canterlot University, and I'm due to start an apprenticeship with Sapphire Shores over in Las Pegasus. I was hoping, as we have to supply our own, you'd hit me up with a dress?”

‘Sapphire Shores?’ Now that did get Rarity’s attention. Very much so, in fact. Sapphire was in her top five most lucrative business contacts. “Oh my! What area will you be specializing in her show?” She asked, already sizing the young mare up with her trained eye.

“I'm starting as a backing dancer, in the cabaret shows.” Darkstar began to explain, then she stopped short of the details, not in the least because she wasn’t sure what the details were, but because Rarity had already floated over her sketch book in her magic. Darkstar was a tiny bit worried. What if she didn’t have enough? “Um, before we start, do you accept these student vouchers?” She blushed again as she asked, holding them in her own magic.

“Of course darling!” Rarity exclaimed, true to her element, the designer didn’t even look at the vouchers the young mare was offering to her. “Hmmm, I think Sapphire is still in her red and blue phase. You do have a dancer's build. Yes, one moment!” Using her magic, Rarity flipped the sign on the door to closed and she opened her sketch book. “You'll be going to her school in Las Pegasus?”

“Yes Ma'am.” Darkstar, only knowing of Rarity from the stories, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I did a summer there last year to get experience.”

Rarity ‘hmm’d’ as she sketched away, quickly getting into her zone, although that wasn’t hard when she was presented with such a lithe young pony with curves as natural as this one had. In all the right and very wrong, indecent places. “She does have marvellous instructors, and does fine finishing work herself. Very hooves on. Something practical. Hmmm,” she paused, casting a somewhat envious eye over some of those indecent curves. She was sure this mare knew how to use them. “So, you have a sexy side?”

“Yes Ma'am,” Darkstar smiled, starting to feel a lot more comfortable stood in the main shop space of Carousel Boutique being sketched by one of the famed Celestia Six. “I like all kinds of dance, and I know how to work a pole...” she gave the older mare a wink, that sexy side of her showing itself, “and the crowd.”

‘Oh, I’m sure you can, darling,’ Rarity thought with a wry smile as she continued to sketch away. “Will you be in town tomorrow?”

“Yes actually,” Darkstar nodded, “I'm staying at the Manefair with a couple of friends. Heh, they're putting on their own show as it happens.”

“Oh?” Rarity asked, her eyebrow raised over the rim of her red glasses, “others going to the school with you?”

Darkstar laughed a very tinkling little laugh. “No! Air Raid can't dance!” She giggled, Air Raid danced about as well as she cooked. It really was a good thing she was a famous rich race driver. If she weren’t, Darkstar honestly didn’t know how she’d live. “I've modelled with Cy, but she's staying in Cloudsdale.”

That name unfamiliar to her, which was in itself strange as she’d designed things for almost every major – and minor – modelling agency in the land, Rarity looked up from her sketchbook. “Who have you modelled for?”

“Oh!” Darkstar blushed, “My friend Cyclone and I, we did a few Playcolt spreads not long ago.”

“How scintillating!” Rarity, completely in her element, in her ‘zone’, muttered under her breath as she sketched away. “Need to show a bit more flank here, and highlight the neck, yes…”

“Cy's dad is a photographer with Playcolt,” Darkstar felt the need to keep on explaining now that she had started. Not that she was embarrassed about the Playcolt pictures, she had after all needed the bits, and she would be damned to the lowest rings of Tartarus before she went cap in hoof to Air Raid for money. No, she was rightly proud of her work and her body. “She did an adult foal centre spread and dragged me along too.”

“Nothing wrong with that dear, I'm sure it has helped many a stallion.” Rarity giggled behind her hoof, “and a mare or two, I'm sure.”

“Course there's not!” Darkstar giggled in turn, and she pulled reared up and pulled her best, sexiest pose. “Besides, it was a fun afternoon.”

Rarity looked at the posing mare and with a smile she was immediately reminded of Rainbow Dash. If she were white, and about twenty years younger, and of course a unicorn. “Come see what I have here.” As Darkstar got back down to her hooves and walked over, she saw the sketch of what was a simple dance leotard. “The fabric will absorb sweat and keep you cool during the workout routine.” The designer then showed the other drawing, a far fancier garment which was not much more than whips of red and blue that flowed around her body and head, keeping her cutie mark and neck free.

“Oooh I love them!” Darkstar gave a loud squee. “You just drew them, right here while we were talking?”

Adjusting her glasses, Rarity nodded, a tiny bit smug that her craft had been appreciated. “It is talking that helps ideas flow. Now, how many vouchers do you have?”

“Aah…” this was the bit Darkstar was dreading. There was just no way had she had enough for these. Oh well, she thought, ‘I’ll have to ask Raid…’ “Aah, two vouchers, Ma’am. Enough to cover three thousand bits.”

For a brief second, Rarity was glad she was white. It meant she couldn’t get any paler. Still, she was generosity after all. “Phish Posh, two will cover both of these. It is late though and I have an appointment at Sugar Cube Corner. Stop in, say after ten and I'll take measurements.”

“Um...” Darkstar foundered, completely flabbergasted. She knew full well that these two garments were together worth a considerable amount more than three thousand bits. “Um…are you sure, Ma'am?”

“Of course darling,” Rarity nonchalantly waved her forehoof in the air. Yes she was in essence giving away over fifteen thousand bits worth of work, but the vouchers were, on inspection genuine and the amount of regular business she received from Sapphire would easily absorb this relatively minor loss. “Sapphire's vouchers are good at any of my stores.” She raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn't want to alienate her, after all.” She giggled, “sorry to rush darling, but I must get myself ready for my appointment. See you tomorrow then?”

“Oh, not at all Ma'am.” Darkstar smiled and floated over the vouchers to the fashionista. “If you're going to Sugarcube Corner, do you mind if I tag along? I don't fancy watching Raid and Cy going at it at the hotel.”

“I'll be at least thirty minutes preparing. Wouldn't want to bore you with that.” Then a rather marvellous idea crept into her head. “You say you've modelled, yes?”

Darkstar nodded earnestly. “Yes Ma'am, I have.”

Beckoning the younger mare to follow her, Rarity lead her over to a side room. It was set up like a bedroom but obviously for show, if the photographic light screens hanging at strategically placed angles around the room, designed to focus the light from the three large spotlights situated at the foot of the bed. On the bed were three garments. A skimpy item of lingerie, an item of exercise wear and finally a dress. “Put one of these on and I'll be down in ten to take some pictures. I think we can get through three of those sessions and I'll be ready.”

“Of course Ma'am, I'll be happy to.” Darkstar looked over the three outfits and her yellow eyes were automatically drawn to the purple coloured lingerie. “Ooh I just love this one!” She pointed to the strictly ‘bedroom’ outfit.

“Back in bit, darling, do take your time.” Rarity smiled and left the room, her hooves clopping up her stairs.

‘Wow...’ Darkstar thought to herself as she levitated the skimpy lacy corset and magically slipped it on, ‘I knew she was Generosity, but the real her is WAY better than the legend…’ next she used her magic to pull up the ridiculously tiny panties followed by the set of four silk socks.

After ten minutes had elapsed, Rarity came trotting back down with her mane and tail done up nicely. She had a professional digital camera held in her magic, a fact that did not surprise the younger mare in the slightest, given the set-up of the room. “Oh my!” The designer was struck almost immobile, her mouth agape at the sight that greeted her. “Straight for the kill I see. Up on the bed dear and I'll take a few pictures. Show me some poses.”

“As a friend of mine is fond of saying, 'nothing to it, but to do it.' and I like showing off.” Darkstar purred and got up on the bed and, with her back to the older mare, gave her a smouldering half lidded over the shoulder look.

Biting her lip, Rarity took several pictures, including a hoof-full of ones with her grey tail draped scandalously over her rear end. “Before you leave, I have a release form for you to sign should I use any of these for advertising. Now pick out something else and I'll be back down in ten.”

“No problem Ma'am.” Darkstar answered and as Rarity left the side room to further get ready, she decided to go for the full length pale blue dress.

When Rarity returned, with her eye shadow, mascara and lipstick all immaculate, she was again ready with her camera. “Okay, now I need some everyday mare poses.”

“You got it Ma'am!” Darkstar replied with a very wide smile and quickly performed a couple of poses. “How's this?”

“Very nice, darling.” Rarity smiled. It was almost a travesty that this pretty slender little thing should have such natural affinity with the camera. “That is something I'll be showing in my Manehatten store. Okay, time for one more back in ten.”

“Alright...” taking off the dress, Darkstar folded it up and put it on the stand in between the spotlights facing the bed. Turning back to the bed she lit her horn levitated the very tiny very tight black yoga pants and – thankfully – used her glowing yellow aura to pull them up her hind legs. Tight as a second skin she doubted very much she’d get them on any other way. So very tight were they that she was sure every single curve was visible, especially her teats and between her legs.

Darkstar loved it. Every second of it. ‘Heh...Raid and Cy would love a picture of this!’ She thought with a smile as she pulled on the top that was equally as tight as the pants and finished it off with a head band.

For the third and final time, Rarity came back down to the side room. Looking simply resplendent, she was wearing a simple pink blouse and skirt. Completing the outfit was a set of short pink socks. “Oh, that exercise line never did take off, but you do wear it well, darling.”

Darkstar giggled. Speaking of wearing it well, she wondered at how much effort the older unicorn had put into looking so casual. “Well, it helps when you look like this.” To accentuate her point, she did a little flounce. “I wouldn't even need my desire spell wearing this.” She mused to herself, but she spoke out loud, getting Rarity’s attention.

“Desire spell?” Rarity asked, her interest piqued, “Isn't that where you want what you see because you see it as something you want?”

“Uh huh!” Darkstar nodded with a smile, and, displaying the consummate skill of a dancer she reared up onto her hind legs and lifted up her right, performing a standing vertical split that left absolutely nothing to the watching – and photographing - Rarity’s imagination. “Can I show you?”

Watching, Rarity giggled a very nervous giggle, her mouth all dry. “I believe the spell you speak of will turn you pink.” ‘How in the world can she hold that pose for that long?’ The fashionista wondered open-mouthed, ‘Just look at her sweet little…ahem!’ “Are you ah, into mares, dear?”

“No Ma'am,” Darkstar shook her grey maned head and finally, after what was a few moments but felt like a few eternities, she lowered her hind leg. “But I wouldn't mind being pink for a few moments. The least I can do for how wonderfully generous you've been.”

“Okay then,” Rarity conceded, “but let me put a cuff on myself so I'll stay put.” She giggled and magically tied a length of fabric around her forehoof so that she had restrained herself to the workbench next to the nearest spotlight. “I wouldn't want to embarrass you or cause Pinkie to app...”

Just then, right at that moment, the door to Carousel Boutique opened and, as if summoned from the very ether itself by the mere mention of her name, Pinkie Pie bounded into the side room so fast those present swore she had teleported. “Hi Rarebear!” She squealed as she hugged her wife so tightly she made her gasp for breath, “Ohh, you stating the party without me?” She asked, surveying the scene before her.

“Not at all, darling.” Rarity smiled, smoothing down her skirt. “This charming mare is about to perform an illusion spell, come hug me while she does.”

Pinkie beamed and quickly obliged, hugging the older white unicorn. “Okie dokie lokie!”

Darkstar smiled, even though she wasn’t at all sure about this now. ‘Okay Darkie...two Celestia six...two living legends, no pressure...no pressure at all...hehe...I can do this…’ mentally she pepped herself up and turned to face her audience. “Okay, here goes!” Relaxing herself as much as she could she lit her horn and waves of yellow power emanated outwards from her in circles around the side room. As well as the Desire illusion she also cast a minor cantrip designed to evoke the subjects’ favourite scents.

Darkstar wondered if her spell had been successful, her question was answered with a loud excited squeal from Pinkie Pie. “Oooh! Two Rarebears!”

Rarity’s eyes went wide. Very wide indeed as Darkstar turned and bent over, presenting her yoga pants clad ass and marehood to them. Instinctively she lurched forwards only to be held back by the fabric around her hoof. Instead she tightened her hold on Pinkie. “But twice the fu...” Pinkie started, only for her sentence to be cut off as Rarity performed a lip lock on the pink earth pony.

Standing back up, Darkstar snickered. “I still got it!” She cancelled the layered spells with a very proud smile.

“Wowsers!” Pinkie squealed, “That was really partytastic!”

“More partytastic than me, my love?” Rarity asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Equaltasitc to you!” Pinkie amended smoothly and planted a tender kiss on her lover’s lips.

“It is time for us to go.” Rarity checked the wall clock and magically unwound the fabric that had held her back from jumping the younger mare. “Thank you for modelling, Darkstar.”

“Woohoo, you made Rarebear happy so that is a great thing!” Pinkie exclaimed and, ignoring the accepted norms of personal space, hugged Darkstar very tightly indeed. “You should so go with us to Sugarcube Corner.”

“Yes,” Rarity smiled, “I'll even splurge for a sweet.”

“Like I charge you for sweets!”

“Oh, Ma'am,” Darkstar spoke up, “before we leave, may I ask for copies of the photos? I have two mares at the hotel I really need to tease.”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Pinkie thrust her forehoof into the air like she was getting the teacher’s attention. “I want copies too!”

“Of course love,” Rarity gave her wife a good natured roll of her eyes before addressing the young mare. “And yes, you have a phone I can send them too?”

“Yes Ma'am,” Darkstar nodded and floated her phone out of her saddlebag. “Here it is.”

Quickly, and with a few swipes of her camera’s controls, Rarity proceeded to download the thirty photos she had taken of the three outfits. Pinkie watched the exchange, barely able to keep still. “Ready to Party!”

“Always with you, Pinks.” Rarity smiled and out away the camera on the workbench, as well as levitating the lingerie and the dress over to their respective hangers.

“Ma'am,” Darkstar said, “can I buy the yoga set, please?”

“I thought that one was for sale to Camel To...” Pinkie started to speak but was quickly silenced by a white hoof to the mouth.

“Of course darling,” Rarity answered, her hoof still in her wife’s mouth. “What do you think it is worth?”

“Well um…” Darkstar shifted uncomfortably. Between paying for the donuts and drinks at Sugarcube Corner earlier as well as the apples from Mac, she was just about cleaned out. “I've got a hundred bits?”

“And a kiss!” Pinkie squeaked, finally succeeding in removing her mouth from the hoof wedged in it.

Rarity shot her a ‘look’. “Are you sure, love?”

“For both of us,” the pink earth pony amended.

The designer considered that for just a moment. While she could easily let the exercise set go for two hundred less than it was worth – the line had been unsold in her shop for so long that the young mare was doing her a favour – what concerned her was the kiss. “That does sound fair. What do you think, Darkstar-who-isn't-into-mares?”

“She's not?” Pinkie Pie seemed to visibly deflate. “But she was a total sexy mare!”

Darkstar smiled and nodded her head. She was a sexy mare. These were two absolute legends, and what harm could come from just a kiss? Besides, when was she ever going to get another chance like this? “A hundred bits and two kisses is a very fair price. Who wants to be first?”

Immediately Pinkie re-inflated herself like a self-filling balloon and jumped up and down, excitedly waving her forehoof. “Me! Me! Pick me!”

“Her,” Rarity, the very picture of decorum and the consummate lady, pointed her hoof at her wife.

Darkstar sniggered, “I'm guessing I'll go with...Ms. Pinkie.”

“I win!” Pinkie danced, “I win!”

Giving out her best half lidded bedroom eyes, Darkstar sauntered up to the excited older pink mare and planted a four second long kiss on her lips because, if she was going to do it, she was going to do it properly.

“Wahoo!”

“Well done darling,” Rarity smiled and awaited her turn. “Now can I have the consolation prize?”

“Yes Ma'am.” Darkstar grinned and stepped over to the older white mare and promptly kissed her in the same way she saw her kiss her wife when she had the Desire spell in effect.

“She ah…” Rarity gasped, her eyes a little bit crossed when she pulled away from the very passionate kiss. “She does have a good kiss, Pinks.”

“Totally!” Pinkie squealed, “Now let’s get this party started!”

“Lead the way, my love,” Rarity declared dramatically, standing aside to allow her wife to pass her out of the side room. “Lest I get lost with you following my tail.”

“Only if you follow my tail!” Pinkie Pie grinned and bounced out of the side room, her puffy cotton candy tail flicking tantalisingly under the older unicorn’s nose, on her way to the boutique’s door.

“Always.” Rarity replied simply and honestly as with an eager Darkstar in tow she left her shop and house, locking everything up and stepping out into the now darkened evening.

‘I made out with two of the Celestia Six!’ Darkstar, still wearing the very tight yoga gear, thought as she skipped happily alongside both of the older legendary ponies. Completely at ease and unconcerned she’d just kissed two mares. “Totally better than the stories.”

“I like stories!” Pinkie Pie squeaked in mid bounce, “There was these three bandits that...”

“Pinks,” Rarity rolled her eyes as she followed behind her wife, “I think she means stories about us.”

“Us?” Pinkie spun in mid-air to face the two mares following her and bounced along backwards. Somehow she was still able to steer and know where she was going. “Like the time I did the balloon griffon and Gilda ate it?”

“Yes, darling. Like that.”

“Or like...” Darkstar spoke up after racking her brains for one of the many, many stories that had been bandied about regarding the Celestia Six. She was sure a good ninety percent of them were either exaggerated or just plain wrong. Eventually she settled on a famously documented one. “Ma'am, is this true, that one time you entered the best young fliers competition with magic wings?”

Rarity’s furious blush at the memory her question had evoked told the young mare everything she needed to know. Pinkie’s shout of “Madam Butterfly!” just sealed it for her. Both Darkstar and Pinkie broke out laughing and just made Rarity blush even harder.

“That was a textbook illusion!” Darkstar cheered, “and um...Ms. Pinkie, Ma'am, did the thing with the Mirror Pool really happen too?”

“Yes!” Pinkie whooped, still bouncing along backwards, completely unashamedly, “So many of me and some still...”

Rarity lit her horn and levitated the bubbly pink mare close to her and silenced her with a hoof squarely to Pinkie’s mouth, as well as a very disapproving look. “We agreed to not talk about that, love. Twilight did ask.”

“Oh, yeah, she did, she was such a party pooper.” Pinkie’s ears slicked back, and as Rarity giggled she spun back around to bounce alongside them.

“Wow, you guys are so cool!” Darkstar, walking along in the legends’ great presence, was completely awestruck not by their stories but by their…normality more than anything. “I want stories like that to tell!” Despite how far they had gone to include her, the younger mare was feeling very out of her depth. “All I got is this one time I lost a bet with Luna and my friends and I ended up in Las Pegasus.”

Rarity smiled. She recognised a name-dropper when she saw one, but this young unicorn was a little different. If anything, she seemed like the loner at school who was trying to fit in with the cool kids. Rarity felt a great deal of sympathy for her. She had been that loner. “Consorting with Princesses is no small thing, dear.”

Pinkie of course entirely missed the meaning of this exchange. “Rarebear is right, the Princesses are huge!”

“Pinkie...” Rarity sighed, sometimes her wife was the most perceptive mare in the world. Other times, well, she just wasn’t. “What she said, but still, to converse with them…”

“Whaaaaaat?” Pinkie whined playfully, “you talk to a Princess every day!”

“Luna and Celestia, I mean.” Rarity clarified.

“Okay, every week.”

Darkstar took a breath. She didn’t want to sound like she was showing off, she just wanted to hang out with the cool kids for once. “We went to high school then University with Prince Dusk.” She offered a smile at Pinkie who was again bouncing towards Sugarcube Corner. “We were a little wary of his parents at first.”

“What?” Pinkie’s squeak was as outraged as Darkstar had heard so far. “But they are always ready to party!” And, they both liked Pinkie’s ‘special’ parties.

“Phish posh darling.” Rarity waved her hoof dismissively, “both Luna and Octavia are quite down to earth.”

“For being Princesses and all.” Pinkie Pie supplied, a little unhelpfully.

Rarity giggled. “What she said.” Pinkie then lunged forward and gave her wife a lusty kiss. Still in her bounce.

“I know right?” Darkstar grinned, sensing she had an ‘in’ with these ponies. “We soon loosened up, especially when Luna told me she liked pranks as much as I do.”

“Wowsers, does she ever like to...” whatever Pinkie believed Luna liked to do however was silenced by yet another hoof to her mouth.

“We're here love, and you promised me a Poires Belle Helene.”

Pinkie somersaulted and spun around and bounced in place. “Oh, that’s easy, I have one in stash number twenty eight. In case of poached pear and ice cream emergencies.”

“Do un-stash it, please love.”

“Stash?” Darkstar was completely and utterly puzzled at that, and had a look on her face to match as the three mares entered Sugarcube Corner. ‘Who in the world stashes desserts everywhere?’ She thought, although the thought died on the way to her lips when she had taken but one step inside the bakery. There, sat at a table with Pumpkin Cake, as though it were the most natural thing in the world was Cloud Blossom, an artistic pale green pegasus mare with a blonde mane whose sculptures she greatly admired. And she was Applejack’s and Fluttershy’s daughter.

“Oh...oh my...th-that's Cloud Blossom!” Darkstar performed a delicate, barely audible, little fan squeak.

Cloud Blossom, who had been catching up on the gossip in Ponyville with Pumpkin Cake, looked up from the small mountain of glossy gossip magazines – one of which had her sister Apple Honey on the cover - on the table with a broad smile on her face. “Aunt Rarity! Aunt Pinkie!”

“Hi Cloudy!” Pinkie Pie bounded over and pulled her niece into a bone crushing hug.

Rarity on the other hoof was far more refined as she delicately kissed the pale green pegasus’s cheeks. “Have you stopped by to visit your parents, Cloud Blossom?”

“Yes Auntie,” Cloud replied with a gasp when Pinkie finally released her so she could breathe. “I stopped by the farm earlier. Momma Jack was busy in the south fields clearing out some dead trees, so Momma Shy and I took her a picnic dinner.”

“Hee...” Darkstar made the odd little squeak, still not actually believing that here in front of her was one of Canterlot’s premier young artists. First Rarity and Pinkie, and now this…this just didn’t happen, ever, but here she was.

“Who's your friend?” Cloud asked with a generous smile, steadying herself on her three legs as she looked the pretty young mare over, her eyes of course lingering long and hard over her hind quarters. Hind quarters that were as beautifully sculpted as any of her works of art. The fact they were framed by the tighter than skin tight yoga pants only helped.

“This is Darkstar,” Rarity introduced the young unicorn with a wave of her hoof, “she’s a model.”

“Yeppers!” Pinkie bounced eagerly, “Rarebear was all clicks clicky with the camera.” Helpfully, albeit unnecessarily, the pink earth pony made camera mimes with her forehooves.

“Ahem...h-hi!” Darkstar flustered a little. As Cloud Blossom’s crystal blue eyes drank up every inch of her lean body, part of her wished she had taken the yoga set off while the other part loved the attention. “I'm D-Darkstar!” She squeaked and held out a shaky hoof.

Quickly, Cloud Blossom bumped it with her own. “I know you.”

“Y-You...do?” Darkstar was about to faint. ‘No way…no way does she know me…’

Cloud Blossom nodded. “Last month the Canterlot University dancers put on a charity show as part of their finals. I was really quite impressed, with them and with you.”

“Can we join your table, Cloud?”

“Of course Aunt Rarity,” Cloud Blossom waved her hoof towards the table where she was sat with her friend. “I was just catching up on the local gossip with Pumpkin.”

“Darkstar will be training with Sapphire Shores.” Rarity explained with a grateful nod to her niece.

“The dancy singy pony!” Pinkie Pie supplied helpfully, just in case nopony present knew who the most famous choreographer in Equestria was.

“I'm not at all surprised.” Cloud commented, ‘Especially looking like that, wearing that, looking like that!’

“Y-Yeah,” Darkstar smiled a very embarrassed smile, “the ah, the dancy p-pony…” She was by now a very bright red. ‘Oh wow...this is happening!’ She thought, still fangasming as Pinkie immediately took charge of the seating with Darkstar situated to Cloud Blossom's left and Pumpkin Cake to her right.

“Thank you Pinks,” Rarity smiled and took her seating pad opposite Cloud Blossom, “this is your show, so please order for me.”

“Anything?”

Rarity batted her long lashes. “I love you, so yes darling, I dare anything you send my way.”

“I'm on it, and I have enough for five!” Pinkie Pie beamed a wide manic smile and took off, zooming to the back kitchen.

Quietly, though she was internally squeeing like crazy, Darkstar took her pad, still mildly star struck by the company. “Thank you,” she managed to squeak.

“Not a problem.” Cloud Blossom scooted aside to make room, though not too far, so she had to press into her. After all, she was a cute little unicorn. “A friend of my Aunts is a friend of mine.”

Making herself comfy, with her flank pressed into her idol’s, Darkstar at last noticed the pile of glossy magazines on the table. “Oh...Apple Honey and the Sharks are front page again!” She said, fishing for a conversation opener.

Unfortunately, as Cloud Blossom hated her sister with a vehement passion, that was very much the wrong thing to say. Reaching across the table, the pale green pegasus flicked the magazine to the floor. “Ooops.”

“Someday I'll figure out her secret on how she always knows how much to make.” As Rarity pondered to herself, her hoof at her chin, she watched the magazine fall but wisely chose to say nothing about it. The enmity between her and her sister was well known, if not entirely understood. “When is your next gallery showing, Cloud?” She asked, skilfully changing the subject.

“In six weeks, Auntie.” Cloud replied with a sudden resurgent smile. “Helping Hooves Care Home is sponsoring it.”

“You um, you dropped this,” Darkstar saw the magazine fall and, trying to be helpful she decided to light her horn and quietly float it back up to the table. Rarity, seeing this, straight away countered the young unicorn’s magic with her own and put a hoof to the mare’s shoulder. Darkstar felt the superior magical force and stopped her spell.

“That Director is so nice too.” Cloud continued, missing this exchange with Darkstar and her aunt. “Shame there aren't more ponies like Amethyst Glory out there.”

Rarity had to agree. Through her many social circles, she was vaguely familiar with the care home director. “Not everypony cares to watch out for those around them.” She then decided to change the subject, “Darkstar here was modelling my new line of lingerie today. I'm going to surprise Pinkie with it.”

“I love surprises!” Came a very excited voice all of a sudden from nowhere.

Rarity, well accustomed to her wife’s antics, didn't bat an eye that the use of her name alone seemed to summon the pink pony. “I know you do, dear.”

“This is a surprise too!” Reaching into her puffy pink mane, Pinkie Pie pulled a perfect steaming hot dessert. She set it down in the middle of the table. “Pudding au chocolat!”

“Marvellous darling!” Rarity appreciated what was clearly a bread pudding with chocolate chips, utterly ignoring the fact her wife had pulled it from her mane.

‘Wait…did she just…pull that from her mane?’ Darkstar blinked once then twice, then she decided to not think about it too much. Life was easier that way. “Yes, that really does look very nice.”

“Oh, Aunt Rarity?” Cloud Blossom questioned the older unicorn, suddenly very interested indeed, especially as she'd been shooting the very pretty Darkstar sideways looks ever since she sat down in the yoga gear. “Do um...do you have pictures?”

“I do, darling, but at the boutique.” Rarity nodded and helped herself to a bowlful of the pudding. “I do believe that Darkstar has copies with her though.” She added with a sly smile.

“May I see,” Cloud Blossom turned to Darkstar and gave her a very hard lingering look. “Please?”

‘She, she wants to see me? Oh wow!’ Darkstar was so stars truck it was painful. “Oh um, yeah sure!” She lit her horn and floated up her phone from her saddlebag in her yellow aura and showed the pale green pegasus the pictures, starting with the lingerie.

“Oh...oh sweet apples…”

Pinkie Pie leaned over the stunned pegasus’s shoulder to look too. Like her niece she was gobsmacked at what she saw. And the lingerie was amazing too. “You made those for me?”

“I did love,” Rarity nodded with a not too small amount of pride, “and I'll be happy to put them on you,” she gave her a very lewd wink. “And take them off again.”

Cloud Blossom did, by virtue of her disability, have excellent wing control but even she was struggling to keep them from springing outwards. It was the strangest thing, she’d quite forgotten about the chocolate dessert. “And ah...you do wear the fitness set beautifully.” Her left forehoof had strayed on to Darkstar's upper thigh.

“Yeah, she was all sexy posing in the boutique.” Pinkie Pie interjected as Darkstar coloured up with her most intense blush yet, and Rarity selected eye roll number thirty seven. Just for the occasion, but she said nothing as she knew Pinkie just knew these things.

Darkstar too had forgotten the dessert. What with the artist’s hoof on her thigh and the eyes of legends upon her, she almost combusted. “I um...um...well I um...”

“She was?” Cloud Blossom slid her hoof higher on Darkstar's leg.

“You big silly, she is a model,” Pinkie felt the need to elaborate. “But she has a dancy thing around the light pole.”

“That's dan...” Rarity began to correct her wife but stopped, ultimately deciding that it wasn’t worth it. Instead she addressed the young mare and her niece, especially her niece, who looked so shocked. “She is a big fan of your art, Cloud, then again artists do tend to attract one and another.”

“Am I an artist Rarebear?” Pinkie asked, “You are one.”

Rarity simply beamed. “Yes you are, love.”

“Ms. Pie is right.” Darkstar smiled a wide smile, and who was she to stop her idol from touching her? Besides, she had a very soft touch. “And, and um, I am a mahoosive fan!”

Now it was Cloud Blossom’s turn to blush. “I don't meet many fans.”

“I’m very much one of them!” Darkstar exclaimed, getting to her hooves, an act that stretched the yoga pants even further. Finally, she was starting to gather her confidence to her. “In fact, seeing as it's just us five, I can give you a little show. If you'd like.”

Silent up until now, Pumpkin Cake spoke up. “Will I need to get the mop out again?”

“Depends on the show, Pumpkin.” Cloud Blossom said, her blue eyes never leaving Darkstar’s finely sculpted posterior.

Darkstar grinned her confident grin. She knew where she was now. She was putting on a show. She was the show. ‘I’m Darkstar. Time for this star to shine.’ “I'm sure you'll all like it.” She hopped up onto the next table over from them and, rearing up onto her hind legs, she started to dance.

Darkstar’s table dance lasted a good twenty minutes, and Cloud Blossom was utterly enthralled for every single minute of the performance. Specifically her upper thighs and the very tight yoga pants that left nothing to her rampant imagination. When the dance came to an end, Cloud enthusiastically clapped her forehooves together at her performance. Pinkie even used one of her party cannons to add to the atmosphere. “It's great to see an artist at work!” Cloud whooped and cheered.

Darkstar smiled a very wide beaming smile as she finished the dance and flowed seamlessly into a very risqué Las Pegasus style cabaret dance that showed off every last little curve under the yoga pants. Cloud Blossom continued to cheer and clap, now stomping her forehooves on the table she was sat at with her aunts. Pinkie continued to go over the top on her whooping, while Rarity raised an eyebrow and watched all three. Her horn briefly lit up before quickly going dark again.

When Pinkie Pie set off three party cannons simultaneously, Darkstar judged it was time to finish this dance. Grinning, she did so with a gymnastic dismount where she bent forwards to stand on her forehooves and pirouetted off of the table to land perfectly on the floor standing up on her hind legs. “Ta daaa!”

“Whoooo!” Cloud Blossom stood up on her one hind leg and flared her wings to hug the younger mare. “That. Was. Beautiful!”

As Pinkie cheered and instantaneously cleaned away not only the party cannons but the mountain of confetti she had discharged as well, Rarity commented, “I see why Sapphire has you in her school.”

Lost in the moment, as well as Cloud’s hug, Darkstar immediately pulled the pale green pegasus into the hug. While she was very sweaty – a fact that Cloud didn’t mind in the slightest – she was barely out of breath. “Thank...thank you! You were the best audience!”

“Aunt Pinkie, do you have some of momma's cider?” Cloud asked.

Now Sugarcube Corner was spotless, Pinkie nodded, “Like always!”

Pumpkin Cake got up from her seating pad, wanting to make herself useful. “I'm on it.” Rarity raised her forehoof to also request a beverage. Pumpkin nodded to her. “I got it.” She bustled off.

“Ooh, one for me too please!” Darkstar breathed out and, getting a waft of Cloud’s beautiful scent of roses, just for a moment she rested her muzzle deep into the crook of the artist’s neck.

Feeling the strain on her remaining right hind leg, Cloud Blossom sat back down on her seating pad and took Darkstar down with her wrapped her right wing. “I have to fly when I dance.”

“S'funny,” Darkstar giggled, nestling into the feathery embrace, “I feel like I fly when I dance.” That certainly was true. While she may be nervous before a show, once the show started, the sense of freedom was exhilarating. “Wow...” she breathed, “these wings feel real strong.”

Pinkie nodded, “She is a super duper strong flier!”

“Yes,” Rarity agreed, “its part of her work ethic.”

“I read a newspaper interview that said you hover up to eight to nine hours per day when you work.” Darkstar looked at Cloud Blossom, completely and utterly star struck. “Is that true?”

Cloud shrugged and nodded, “On an easy day, yes.” She replied as Pumpkin delivered the three very hard ciders and one hot cup of earl grey tea - for Rarity - to the table.

“Rarebear!” Pinkie exclaimed before her wife could even take a tiny sip.

“Yes love?” Rarity smiled as Pinkie invaded the older unicorn’s personal space and sniffed at the tea. After a brief moment, Pinkie nodded, giving the brew her seal of approval.

“Wow…” Darkstar giggled like a proper fan-filly as she levitated up her cider bottle and took a sip of the hard alcohol. “The longest I've held a spell is just under an hour.”

Cloud Blossom was nonetheless impressed. “That's pretty good, isn't it Auntie?”

Rarity didn’t sip her tea. She was watching her niece. “Yes it is, dear.”

“It was an invisibility bubble.” Her yellow eyes were fixed on Cloud Blossom as they both took long drinks out of their respective bottles. “My friends wanted to have some ‘fun’ at the university.”

The pale green mare took another drink of her cider. “I like fun.”

“Fun is Fun!” Pinkie Pie declared.

“It was sexy time fun.” Darkstar supplied and she took a long drink of her cider, draining it but she ended up spilling a little of it on her shoulder. “Teehee oops, sorry…” without thinking about it, she stuck out her tongue and licked it off.

Rarity leaned over and very gently nibbled on Pinkie's ear. Pink leaned into the nibble and then her eyes went wide, getting the silent message. “Okie dokie lokie!” She kissed her wife’s lips.

Cloud Blossom's wing tightened around Darkstar, and the young mare smiled at her idol. “Fun is fun...oh I missed a bit.” She hadn’t done anything of the sort, and unnecessarily she licked the pale green mare’s shoulder again.

“Cloudy!” Pinkie squeaked, drawing her niece’s attention, “I have something I so totally have to show you upstairs!”

“Huh,” Cloud looked, somewhat in a daze both from the hard cider and Darkstar’s equally intoxicating presence. “What, Aunt Pinkie?”

Pinkie, in a perfect impersonation of Rarity, rolled her eyes. “Upstairs. Show. Now.”

“Uh, but…”

Rarity cut her niece off before she could complain any further. “You know how Pinkie gets when she has an idea in her mind.”

Darkstar let out an adorable little whine. “You won't be long, will you?” She laid a delicate little kiss on Cloud Blossom’s cheek. “We can have some fun of our own later.”

Cloud Blossom in turn nuzzled Darkstar’s cheek. “With my Aunt I never know, but I'll try.” She stood up from her seating pad and, rather reluctantly, she followed her aunt upstairs to the private rooms above the bakery.

“Eeeeee!” Darkstar squee’d at the nuzzle and made her voice sound in her ear. “I'll be here.”

Once they were gone, and Rarity was sure they were alone, the older unicorn pushed her tea over to Darkstar. “I think you ran out of cider, I'll share with you, darling.”

“I did, and thank you Ma'am.” Darkstar gratefully accepted the beverage and while Rarity waited with a smile she lifted it up in her glowing yellow magic and took a sip of it.

Instantly, the very second the enchanted brew touched her lips, the young mare was stone cold sober.

Rarity thoughtfully took the fine china cup in her own magic so it wasn’t dropped. “Feeling better, dear?” She asked as delicately as she could.

“What the...” Darkstar blinked once then twice, realisation starting to dawn on her.

When Rarity next spoke, it was still delicate, but tinged with a kindness as well. “My niece is like her parents, and the rest of our six. We are all into mares dear, but you are not.” She coughed, “Or my perception is really, really off.”

“I um...I was about to...to that...with her…” Darkstar blushed an intense red blush.

Rarity moved around the table and placed a hoof on Darkstar’s shoulder. “I don't mind if you are going to follow through, but I don't want you waking up to a mistake.” She sat next to her and looked her square in the eyes. “You see, if you break my niece's heart you won't deal with me. If you are really lucky Fluttershy will let Applejack deal with you. If you're not lucky...” Rarity shrugged, not needing to finish her sentence.

“I get it, Ma'am.” Darkstar, till blushing, sounded sullen. “I'm really sorry, I um, I think I was a little out of it for a moment there.”

Kindly, Rarity kept her hoof in place on the younger mare’s shoulder. There was no accusation in her voice, no reprimand in her tone. “It has been a while for Cloud. She is at odds with her sister, and is looking for somepony that will love her. It seems you've surrounded yourself with mares that would like you to switch sides. I can only say, 'Be true to yourself' and that is my best advice.”

“Well um...gee I feel like such a stupid foal!” Darkstar exclaimed, thankful that the designer wasn’t judging her. Still, she felt the need to explain herself. “I um, I wanted to try a mare just once, and she's really pretty...and I'm here, with you all, and you're all huge, and normal, and...and I'm, I’m sounding dumber by the minute.”

“Well,” Rarity said, finally removing her hoof, “at least you're not walking out. Cuddles, everypony likes cuddles. I'm just glad you won't have Pinks after you for leaving a party.” Rarity looked over at the stairs as she knew she had evoked the name and Pinkie and Cloud would soon come down.

Lo and behold, mere moments later, the two mares did indeed return down the stairs. “What's going on, Aunt Rarity?” Cloud Blossom asked curiously, wondering what was happening.

“Sharing tea, darling.” Rarity replied before looking over at Pinkie. “Chocola...”

“Cheesecake!” Pinkie interrupted with an excited smile. “I love that game!” Pinkie then bounded off to get the cheesecake.

“Um...Cloud?” Darkstar, still feeling very foalish, took a step towards the three legged artist. “I ah, I think I owe you an apology, I really don't think I can go through with what I started. I was just curious, but um, I can do cuddles?”

“Wha...” Cloud shot Rarity an accusing look, “What did...”

“Sit down and drink some tea.” Rarity immediately cut across the stunned pegasus and waited a moment. “Now!”

Cloud Blossom looked at Rarity, then at Darkstar, then at Pinkie and Pinkie nodded at her. “What if I don't want to sober up?” She eventually replied failing to hide the frustration in her voice.

Rarity just shrugged. “It's your life.”

“I am sorry.” Darkstar put her hoof on Cloud Blossom’s foreleg. “I did come on to you. But um, the cuddles are still on offer, if you wanna hang out.”

“Oh,” Cloud Blossom looked like the very earth had been pulled from under her and she had forgotten how to fly. “So you're not into...a...”

“Tell you what.” Darkstar walked back to the table and tapped it with her hoof. “Drink the tea and we'll cuddle. Let’s see how we feel all sober.”

Cloud Blossom stepped up and drank what was left of the earl grey tea. “So, Dark... do you have a nickname? Cloudy is fine for me.”

“Darkie.” The young unicorn smiled once she saw the fog of alcohol had left the pale green mare’s eyes, “you can call me Darkie. You feel better?”

“Yeah,” Cloud Blossom smiled, a faint red tinge to her cheeks as she felt a tiny bit silly. “Do you want to meet my folks, or you need to be somewhere?”

“I don't need to be anywhere,” Darkstar smiled, “and I'd love to meet them.” Because who wouldn’t, when given the opportunity?

“We can move...” Pinkie began before Rarity silenced her with a hoof to her mouth.

In her best sultry voice, complete with a very sexy half lidded stare, Rarity purred, “We can move our party to your room.”

Pinkie blinked, quickly processing the sultry tone and the sexy stare. “Yeah, what I said!”

“Foals,” Cloud Blossom gave an exaggerated shake of her head. “Can't take them anywhere.”

Darkstar sniggered. “I'll just send my friends a text so they don't worry.” She levitated her phone from her bag and quickly typed out the message before sending it to Air Raid’s phone. “Shall we walk?”

“How about I give you a ride instead?” Cloud Blossom countered.

“I'd love that!” Darkstar smiled and, putting her phone away, turned to walk to the door.

“Me too.” Cloud Blossom very carefully walked in her distinctive three legged gait out of bakery.

“Have fun,” Pinkie Pie called after them, “but not as much fun as me and Rarity will have!”

“You flatterer.”

Darkstar laughed and left alongside Cloud Blossom into the cool late evening. “SO...having embarrassed myself,” she said with a bright giggle, “I really do think you're super pretty.”

“Well,” Cloud Blossom took a moment, a very long moment, to admire the younger mare and her outfit in the glow of the street lights. “That outfit really does show off all the 'right' curves.”

Darkstar did an exaggerated flounce, lifting her grey tail over her ass to further show off some of those ‘right’ curves, as well as some very wrong ones, “That's just because I'm awesome.”

Cloud Blossom crouched down on to the dirt path so Darkstar could climb onto her back. “With a chisel?”

Darkstar snickered as she climbed on. “No, not quite.”

“Then my job is safe.” Cloud Blossom giggled and took off, heading straight for Sweet Apple Acres.

~ ~ ~

“Huh...” Air Raid mumbled, absently she wiped the drool from her mouth. ‘What the hay’s that noise?’ In her semi awake state she was roused from her light slumber by her phone. “W-Wassat?” She heard her it beeping loudly somewhere close to her, or it could’ve been miles away. She wanted very much to get back to her dream. A dream that involved her, Cyclone and way too much whipped cream.

“Don't know, don't care.” Came Cyclone’s voice from somewhere next to her. She nestled into the lime green mare’s fluffy onesie and, pretending to be asleep, attempted to pull the comforter up and over them both.

“Uuugh…phone…” Now she was awake, Air Raid sat up – or rather, she tried to sit up, with Cyclone laying on her chest - and reached a hoof for it on the night stand beside the bed.

Cyclone had by now roused herself as well, as it might have been Darkstar. “Wh-Who was it...hmmm...” still bleary eyed, Air Raid scrolled through her phone to her messages. “Aha! It was a certain white unicorn. She says she's been to the boutique, had tea with Rarity and Pinkie, now she's going on a date with Cloud Blossom to Sweet Apple Acres!” Air Raid’s jaw hung open in disbelief. “Cy, can you believe her?”

“Total Prank.” Cyclone said dismissively as she waved a hoof in the air. “She is most likely sitting in the park bored out of her skull.”

Air Raid nodded and smiled. “Oh that is so a prank.” She grinned and put her phone down back in her saddlebag. “So, my pretty black mare, where are we going for our dinner?”

“With our budget?” Cyclone asked with a wry smile, “the Hayburger, they got great fries and malts.”

Air Raid shifted uncomfortably. From her race wins she wasn’t short of a bit or two, she just wished Cyclone and Darkstar would let her help them out. She knew they were both struggling, and she’d offered in the past only to be turned down. “You can pick anywhere you like,” she said with a tender kiss to her nose, “totally my treat.”

“Then let's go fill our bellies so we can fill our nappies.” Cyclone grinned, an idea for some fun forming in her mind.

“Awesome idea.” Air Raid pecked her nose once more and slid off of the bed. “Do you need a change?”

“Not now,” Cyclone still checked herself though, just to be sure. “But I will after we get there.”

“Cool.” Air Raid picked up the saddlebags with the changing things in them and slid them on her back around the onesie she was wearing. “I got the supplies!”

“Tank yu Nana Raid.” Cyclone giggled and sucked on her onesie covered hoof as she slipped into her filly self.

Air Raid smiled, “anytime, my little filly. You wanna ride on Nana's back?”

“Yessums!”

Air Raid bent her legs and crouched down on to the carpeted floor of the hotel room. “On you get then, sweetie.”

“Yea!” Cyclone, as firmly ensconced in her filly persona as she was in her Mistress one earlier, clambered awkwardly from the hotel bed and walked over to her Nana and, taking a couple of attempts, she climbed up on her back.

“There we go!” Air Raid announced brightly in her best ‘Nana’ voice. She knew how much this particular play meant to her friend – soon to be more than a friend hopefully – and she was only too happy to indulge her. “You hold on tight sweetie.” She said, standing up to her full height.

Cyclone immediately clutched on, grabbing Air Raid’s lime green fur. “So high!” She squeaked.

“I know,” Air Raid smiled warmly, “but you're Nana's big brave filly. Just like Radiance.” Carrying her brave filly on her back, Air Raid walked out of the hotel room, fluffing her wings either side of her passenger so she didn’t fall off.

Holding on, Cyclone looked around as the lime green mare trotted out of the Manefair Hotel, completely ignoring the many amused and mocking looks they were being given. One thought was running through her though as she made her way out into the cool late evening. ‘Huh...this onesie is waaaaarm!’ Walking in the nappy was taking some getting used to, but it wasn’t bad. She could see why her friend liked them. “Is my filly alright back there?”

“I a brave filly!”

Walking down the street, Air Raid giggled. “You is a brave filly! Nanna's Power Pony!”

Cyclone liked the idea of that a lot. She really wished she’d been able to bring her special onesie now. “Yea I Radi…dian…ce!”

“You is!” Air Raid agreed, “shall we go a little faster, my brave filly?”

“Um,” she might be a brave filly, but she didn’t know about that. Nana Raid liked to go fast. “Um…okay.”

Given the tentative go ahead, Air Raid called out, “To the Hayburger!” She sped up, going something faster than a walk but not as fast as a trot.

At first, Cyclone held on very tight and after a couple of moments she relaxed her grip. “Fun!” She squeaked in Air Raid’s ear, “fasser, fasser!”

Nodding, Air Raid smiled and went to a full trot, causing Cyclone to squeal loudly like the little filly she was and to hold on very tight. Well tighter than she already was at any rate. “Such a big brave filly I have!” The lime green mare kept up the pace through the streets all the way to the Hayburger joint. “Here we are, sweetie.”

Once her Nana had stopped, Cyclone very bravely opened her blue eyes. “We here!”

“We are.” Air Raid looked over her shoulder and snickered, panting just slightly. “Did you have your ickle eyesies closed the whole way?”

“Um I...” Cyclone blushed heavily at being caught out. For a very brief moment she thought about lying, then she admitted, “yes Nana.”

“Good filly.” Air Raid knew it was all pretend. She knew it wasn’t real. What was real was the amount of pride she felt right then. ‘Maybe that’s how a mum feels when they’re proud of their foals…’ she also knew this was as near as she’d get to having her own. “For telling the truth you get to have a super big shake.” She smiled as she hoofed open the door.

“Yea,” Cyclone squeaked happily, thankful she’d told the truth. “I is a good filly!”

“You is very good.” Air Raid affirmed as she walked into the Hayburger joint. It was almost empty, which wasn’t all that surprising for that time of the evening, there were only ten others in the diner, eight ponies, a griffon and a zebra in addition to the two ponies behind the counter. She carried her filly over the tiled floor to the counter. “What would my filly like?”

Cyclone, who had been here a few times before with Darkstar while they had been discussing Air Raid and her troubles, knew just what to order. She didn’t need to look at the menu. “Filly box and a choco shake, pwease.”

Air Raid nodded and turned to the earth pony server. “Hi, one Filly box and choco shake – a large shake - and I'll have a half pound hayburger with cheesy fries and a black coffee, please.”

The dark green stallion looked at the two mares wearing the most adorable onesies he’d ever seen and shook his head with a smile. This world truly did take all sorts, after all. “No problem, you and your filly go take a seat, and I’ll bring your order over.” Ten minutes later once it was all cooked he fixed the order and did just that, delivering it on a tray.

Fifteen minutes later, roughly half way through her foal’s meal, Cyclone shifted uncomfortably on her seating pad. She took another bite of her fries and tried to ignore the solid waste that was filling her nappy. She hated this so much, but thanks to the potions she had taken the incontinence was part of her daily life, foal play or not. “Nana...I...” she uttered in a very squeaky little voice, “I made a messy.”

Putting down her large burger, Air Raid sniffed the air once then twice, before looking her filly in the eyes. She had definitely made a messy. “Hmm yes you did, sweetie.” Seeing her friend’s genuine distress though, she smiled. “C’mon, let's get you to the bathroom for a change shall we?”

“You're not mad?”

Trotting around the brightly coloured table, Air Raid gently lifted the upset jet black mare off of the seating pad and onto her back before carrying her into the dedicated foal changing bathroom. “Now, sweetie, why would I be mad, hmm?”

“I twy to be potty twained, Nana.” Cyclone muttered miserably.

“I know you do, sweetie.” Air Raid’s heart melted as she gently laid her friend and her filly down on the changing table with a gentle but firm hoof. “I know it's not your fault.” The lime green mare kissed her nose and started to unzip the onesie so she could get her changed.

“Luv you Nana.”

Air Raid perked her ears up at that. “Do you?” She paused for a moment with the dirty nappy open, then the stench galvanised her into action. ‘Damn I love you too Cy!’ She thought as she used a hoof full of wet wipes to make Cyclone’s ass spotless before strapping a clean nappy around her waist. “Good, cos Nana loves you too!”

“Nana,” Cyclone held out her forelegs. “Hugs!”

“AFTER I banish Mr Stinky.” With her lime green nose wrinkled up, Air Raid deposited the dirty nappy in the bin. “Now we can hugs.” Once that was taken care of, she wrapped her forelegs around her and held her filly tight.

A few moments into the hug and Cyclone pulled away, albeit reluctantly. “I hungy Nana, I wan choco shake.”

Air Raid smiled. “C'mon then, you little Power Pony, let's get back to the meal.” With that she picked up the now clean filly and placed her carefully on her back and carried her back out to the table, again ignoring the looks they were both being given on the way.

“Yea!”

“Here you go, Radiance.” Air Raid said with a tiny snicker that drew an eye roll from her friend as she set the jet black mare back down on her seating pad and took her own pad.

In response to her friend and her Nana’s little dig, Cyclone simply rolled her blue eyes and went back to eating her foal’s meal. Air Raid gave another little snicker and likewise proceeded to dig into her huge hayburger like it was a mortal enemy that had gravely offended her. Not much later Cyclone finished eating and slurped her empty chocolate shake cup very loudly. Air Raid snorted out a few giggles. “My, my, hungry were we?”

Smiling, Cyclone shook her turquoise maned head. “Full, Nana.”

Stifling a rather noisy burp, Air Raid looked down at her three quarters finished meal and found she couldn’t eat any more. “Oh…actually, me too. Cy wanna go somewhere else?”

Leaning over the table, Cyclone put her right onesie covered forehoof on Air Raid’s own and, with a definite blink, straightened up. When she spoke it wasn’t the little filly talking. “We can either continue this game or I can grow up and we can play a different game.” She offered a smile, “I'm game for anything.”

Air Raid knew what she wanted. What she wanted very much. “I'd very much like you to grow up. I ah, I have something to ask you and I think a beer would really help.”

Now that did get the jet black mare’s attention. She had an inkling what the ‘something’ was that Air Raid wanted to ask. “Can we stay in the onesies?” She asked with a giggle. “A beer would top of that meal nicely, though.”

Air Raid nodded, “course we can! Berry's Bar?”

Getting up from the table Cyclone bused her own tray away into the rack above the trash can. “Sounds good to me, Raid, but I don't think we drank that bottle I got earlier.” She gave another giggle. “Time enough for that later.”

“That bottle can keep us company later.” Air Raid grinned as she tidied away her tray. “Wanna ride?”

“I would welcome a ride.” Walking out of the Hayburger joint with her friend, Cyclone smiled and nudged the older mare gently in the ribs. “My wittle wegs are tiward.”

“Uh huh.” Out in the night sky, illuminated by the nearby street lights, Air Raid gave the jet black pegasus a raised sardonic eyebrow. “Up you get then.”

Cyclone just laughed and climbed on board. “Onward my faithful steed, there are bottles to empty!”

Trotting down the street, Air Raid laughed and reared up to canter off towards Berry Punch’s bar, Cyclone clung on around her neck. Air Raid snickered and sped up to a gallop and spread her lime green wings, flapping them a few times. When of course nothing happened, she slowed back down. “Every time I think that's gonna work…”

Riding on her friend’s back, Cyclone tightened her grip of her forelegs around Air Raid’s neck, and her hind legs around her waist. She leaned forward and whispered in the older mare’s ear. “Try that again.”

Air Raid sighed. She really did not see the point, but... “okay Cy,” She spread her wings and flapped them again, but what she couldn’t see was Cyclone smiling behind her flapping her black wings hard. “Who-whoa! It's...I'm off the ground!” And she was, twenty feet off of the ground and climbing.

“Wow...C-Cy...I'm flying! Holy crap!” She knew it was her friend behind her, she could feel the downdraft of Cyclone’s wings above her own, giving her lift for a brief flight. If she had to guess, she’d say she was something like three hundred feet above the suburban town.

“You're not alone, Raid.” Cyclone whispered. Although she wasn’t a strong flier at all, and she was scared of heights, it helped considerably that her friend’s body was underneath her to block out the view.

After the short flight, Air Raid landed near Berry's Bar, dancing excitedly on her four hooves. “Wow...you did that...for me...wow!” Air Raid had no other words to describe her very first flying experience than ‘wow’.

Cyclone didn’t say anything at first. What needed to be said, really? Instead she allowed her friend to savour the moment before whispering in her ear, “You buy first round,” she giggled, “Wingmare.” Air Raid didn’t say anything. She simply turned her head and kissed Cyclone’s lips with all the feeling she could muster.

“We do need to visit more often.” Cyclone said as she slid off of her friend’s back and held open the door to Berry’s Bar.

“Yeah,” Air Raid grinned and entered the busy bustling bar with the younger pegasus by her side. Taking a moment to bask in the noisy good natured atmosphere of a hundred or so ponies drinking and dancing to some background music band that she had never heard of, the two mares spotted a pony sized gap at the bar and walked up fill it. “Yeah, we do.”

“Hi Berry,” Cyclone called as she propped herself up onto the bar, “a couple drafts please hun.”

“Can do, Cyclone!” At the mention of her name, Berry Punch looked over from the conversation she was having with a truly huge summer green earth pony stallion. “Excuse me Lotus,” the plum coloured earth pony mare brushed aside her raspberry pink mane and pulled out two bottles of lager from the fridge under the bar and set them in front of her customers. “Thirty bits, please.”

“Here you go.” Straightaway, Air Raid reached into her saddlebag and pulled out the requisite bits on the bar – the onesie covering her hoof didn’t help much – but eventually she had paid.

“Bar or booth?” Cyclone asked as Berry went back to her chat with what was possibly the biggest stallion she had ever seen. This Lotus was actually bigger than Big Mac. Raising a hoof she pointed to an empty booth.

Air Raid considered it briefly. For what she had in mind though, she needed a little privacy as well as the ability to hear and be heard above the music that was playing. “Booth I think.”

Cyclone nodded and led the way over to the booth with Air Raid in tow. “Nice spot. Well chosen.” The lime green mare commented after a cursory inspection of the booth passed her criteria. She sat down on her seating pad and waited for her friend to sit with her, taking a sip of her lager for courage. “Cy, I got something I need to ask you.”

Taking her own seat, Cyclone laughed and sipped her beer. “I have something to tell you, but if you like you can go first.”

Air Raid took another, this time longer drink of her lager. Purely for nerve. “You ah, do you wanna go out, with me?”

Cyclone sipped her beer and reached over the table to rest her hoof on Air Raid’s foreleg. “You're not alone anymore.”

Mid way to taking another sip, Air Raid paused and sighed, looking into Cyclone’s blue eyes. Everything and everypony else in Berry’s Bar seemed to have vanished into the ether. It seemed like it was just them two right there, not just in the bar but in the world. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Cyclone nodded with a smile, pointedly not removing her hoof from Air Raid’s foreleg. “You may have noticed that Darkie and I seem to know our way around Ponyville?”

“Huh,” if she was honest, the thought hadn’t occurred to her. Now it was pointed out to her it seemed blatantly obvious. “I had kinda noticed, yeah.”

Taking a longer sip of her beer, Cyclone decided to elaborate. Besides if she was going to be dating the great Air Raid she’d rather start from a position of honesty. “Since I can't go to Canterlot, we’ve met up here for tea and cake. She is very worried about you.” She said the last sentence as clearly as she possibly could.

“I know...” Air Raid took a quick drink then looked down at the table top in the booth. “It's just this whole thing, with Wily, and Dusk, then you...it's...” the lime green mare wept, “everypony’s leaving, and it’s all my fault!”

“I should really slap some sense into you,” Cyclone replied shortly, “but I think you need to learn that yourself. The potions were not your fault. Nothing you would have said that day would have stopped me from taking the wrong dose. If you had stopped me altogether, then I would have fallen into a different crowd and you could have really lost me.” She leant over the table and affectionately nuzzled a lime green cheek. “Emotions are hard to deal with. I should know with my 'mom' and dad. Still you know you could have handled that better, but what is, is. Wily will have to decide if she wants to come back to us. As for the Prince...he is hurting like you, but has chosen a different path to find some way to ease the pain.”

Air Raid couldn’t argue with any of that, not at all. ‘Since when did you make so much sense, Cy?’ Air Raid thought to herself. She surmised it was being banished from her home city had forced her to grow up a little. “You're right. Of course you're right.” She smiled and took a drink, leaving roughly a quarter in her bottle. “Tartarus, I even had Luna giving me a talking to yesterday morning.” She sighed and nuzzled Cyclone’s cheek. “Time to move on, and I'd like to do that with you.”

“I'd like that too. We share kinks well, and don't mind what the other is unable, or too afraid to do.” Again Cyclone nuzzled the older mare, “But don't move on. Accept and endure.” This time when she paused, Cyclone leant forward and kissed Air Raid’s lips. “It will take work. I'm stuck out here, and you have a career that is taking off. I'm willing to work at this.”

“Me too.” Air Raid returned the kiss over the table. “You're worth working for.”

Cyclone giggled, “I think it’s only for my cute outfits.”

“Probably.” Air Raid grinned, “I wouldn't wear a onesie for just anypony you know.”

“In public too, no less.” Once more Cyclone giggled, “I'll talk to my dad and see what I can arrange to improve my living, so you'll have something decent to visit.”

“I'd appreciate that.” Air Raid picked up her bottle and drained the rest of her beer and Cyclone, like a good date, raised a forehoof. Waving it over to the bar, Berry Punch once more abandoned the hulking green earth pony stallion and walked over to them carrying two more bottles, which Cyclone duly paid for with thirty bits already on the table. “Thank you, kind mare.” Air Raid smiled as the plum coloured earth pony mare scooped up the bits and left them alone. “Cy, how come you're scared of heights?”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, Cyclone shuddered involuntarily. “It um, it was an accident. Dad took me to doctors...it...”

Air Raid quickly saw what effect that her question was having, and upsetting her minutes old marefriend was the last thing she wanted to do. Besides, she had things she’d rather not disclose right now too. There would be time enough for that later. “Hey…you don't have to share, I was just curious.”

‘Oh thank Luna for that!’ Cyclone offered the silent thanks to the Goddess of the Night and gave Air Raid a tremulous smile. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

Air Raid breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey, no problem hun. Happy smiles only tonight.”

“I'm up for many happy things.”

Air Raid raised her eyebrow. “Oh, such as?”

“Well…” Cyclone gave Air Raid her best bedroom eyes and purred, “I recall somepony saying something about having toys bigger than Big Mac.”

“Eeyup!” Air Raid puffed out her chest proudly, then she burst out into fits of giggles. “In my other bag, back in the hotel.”

“Hmm, sounds like fun.” Cyclone commented, then she had an idea. A rather sexy idea. One she was sure her new marefriend would go for, given her love of outdoor fun. “What to take a swim?”

Air Raid was fairly certain what the jet black mare meant by ‘swim’, and she was more than willing to have some fun. “Sure thing, Cy!”

Cyclone smiled. She had anticipated the older mare’s agreement, and she was pleased to find she wasn’t disappointed. “The lake is rather nice.” She said, taking a big swig of her beer, draining her bottle.

Eager to get going now for what promised to be some night time lakeside fun, Air Raid quickly drained her second bottle of lager. “Let's go. I wanna get wet!”

Leaving behind her empty bottle, Cyclone winked at her marefriend and used her excessive hip sway attack to devastating effect as she exited Berry’s Bar. ‘Daaaaamn!’ Following quickly behind her, Air Raid only just managed to get through the door of the bar with her wings very hard and erect.

Cyclone graciously waited outside the bar in the luminescent glow of the streetlights for the older mare to walk alongside her. “I think those will provide some nice sun shade.” She giggled behind her hoof.

Air Raid stomped a forehoof into the sidewalk and pouted. “That was an unfair attack and you know it.” The giggles however detracted from the effects of the pout.

“Maybe,” Cyclone snickered as they walked along in the cool night, “but I've left myself open for your patented tongue in the ear attack.” She said with a wink.

“Aha!” Air Raid grinned, “so you have, young mare!” With that she seized the opportunity and snuffled her lime green muzzle and her tongue deep in Cyclone’s right ear, making the jet black mare giggle like the little filly that she was at heart.

It was a short walk from Berry’s Bar to the lake that Cyclone had in mind, no more than fifteen minutes gentle paced walk. While it was near enough to the suburban town that they could still see the lights of houses and hear the odd noise, it was far enough that they were more or less secluded and at the time of night it was, there were no other ponies around. With no street lights in the near vicinity the only illumination was the bright luminescent light from the moon. The first there, Cyclone jumped like a cannonball into the dark water.

Watching her marefriend jump heedless into the water, and not wanting to lose face, Air Raid jumped in after her. “Aaaah...th-the water could be warmer!” She gasped when she resurfaced. It hadn’t crossed her mind at all that she and Cyclone had just jumped into a lake wearing nappies and onesies.

“Sissy,” Cyclone spat a mouthful of lake water at her marefriend. “The water is perfect.”

“I am not!” Air Raid tried to protest but she ended up giggling as she splashed water back at the younger mare. “It's no heated pool, but it's okay.”

“The sunset looks nice though, won’t you agree?” Cyclone said as she waded over and snuggled up to Air Raid to keep her warm.

Air Raid looked to the horizon, to the very last rays of the sun as it slipped out of sight. Cyclone was right. It was a very, very pretty sight. One she didn’t take the time to appreciate often enough. Especially in recent weeks. She hadn’t appreciated very much at all. “You’re right. It looks very nice.” She happily returned the snuggle in the shallow water. “It’s better with you though.”

Nonchalantly, Cyclone waved the forehoof that wasn’t hugging her marefriend in the air. “Everything is better with me.” She said with a giggle.

Air Raid shrugged. “I can't argue that.”

“Really?” Cyclone laughed out loud at that unexpected comment. “And here I thought you'd say it was you that makes everything better.”

Air Raid winced. “What, with my track record?” She sighed despondently, “hardly Cy.”

Cyclone leant in to the lime green mare and gave her a tender kiss to her cheek. “Like you're the only one to talk about track records. All of us are screw ups in one way or another.”

Returning the kiss, Air Raid again sighed. “Yeah, I just make a habit of it.”

Cyclone giggled and splashed in the water. “You mean like swimming with our nappies on?”

“The latest one of my many screw ups.” Air Raid sighed, then she giggled in the still warm water. “Yours does look funny swollen like that, though.”

Cyclone shrugged. “Feels kinda nice, Raid.”

“Hehe...” the lime green mare had a look on her face that just screamed she'd peed a fountain into her nappy. “Hmm, yeah it does.”

Nuzzling her marefriend, Cyclone whispered in her ear, “At least you left the saddlebag on the shore. Ready to get dry?”

“Yuppe…” Air Raid began the old familiar word then she stopped, suddenly feeling a huge longing for her ex-marefriend that she couldn’t explain. Nuzzling her neck in return, Air Raid wondered, hoped, that wherever Wildfire was, she was at least happy and safe. “Yeah, yeah I'm ready babes.”

Cyclone headed for the shore of the lake nearest Air Raid’s saddlebag. “Me first!”

Air Raid had no argument to that. Especially as when she eagerly followed her new marefriend’s swaying ass, she found the longer she looked, the less she missed Wildfire so much. “You first!” On the shore, Cyclone shook herself like a wet puppy before dramatically fanning out her wet turquoise mane as she flopped onto her back in the pale moonlight. Coming up alongside her, Air Raid looked down at her with love swelling in her heart. “Sweet Luna, you're pretty.”

Cyclone look up at the older pegasus with half lidded blue eyes. “Then enjoy it.”

Suddenly conscious of what she was about to do, Air Raid glanced around, looking to see if they were in fact alone. Once she was satisfied that they were, she returned the half lidded gaze. “Hmm, I do believe I will.” Straddling the younger mare’s body, Air Raid passionately kissed her lips, an act that Cyclone returned with equal passion and for a few moments the only sound was two squishy sopping nappies pressed together. Slowly, the lime green mare kissed her way down Cyclone’s body, using her teeth to pull down the zipper of the wet onesie and finally she tugged the tabs off to release the swollen nappy.

“Careful,” Cyclone giggled as she was stripped of her wet clothing, “I might have caught a fish.”

“Hmm nope, your net is all clean.” Once her marefriend was stripped of her onesie and nappy, Air Raid took a moment to appreciate her beauty. Thankfully the bright moonlight illuminated all her sexy little curves. Kissing her way down her body past her teats, she gave Cyclone a long slow lick up the centre of her slit.

“Ah! B-Better than a wet wipe…” Cyclone squirmed a little and giggled some more.

Air Raid felt flattered. A little. “I should certainly hope so cutie.” She breathed, giving a second lingering lick that penetrated the younger mare’s entrance with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh sweet Celestia, yes!” With pleasure coursing through her body, Cyclone lightly rested her right forehoof on the back of Air Raid’s head, holding the lime green mare by her blue mane, as she smiled and swirled her tongue around and inside the sopping wet entrance to her marehood while both of her forehooves rubbed her teats. “HmmMmmm…yes babe, oh yes take me!”

“Yes Ma'am!” Pulling out of Cyclone’s glistening snatch, she flicked her tongue over her hard exposed clitoris as her hooves rubbed harder over her teats and nipples, Cyclone was reduced to moaning and squirming on the grass. Deciding to take it up a notch, Air Raid buried her lime green muzzle deep in her marehood, abandoning her nipples now to reach up and stroke her tertiary feathers with her hooves.

Lost in the throes of her intense pleasure, Cyclone laid back on the grass and tried very hard to not buck her hips too much into her mouth. She failed miserably. Air Raid didn’t seem to mind however as she stroked the jet black primary feathers and wrapped her lips around her throbbing clit, sucking on it with moderate force. “Raid...oh...I'm...OHHH!” Cyclone trembled as she moaned, juices leaking profusely around Air Raid’s lips. Sensing she was close, she added a little nibble here and there to her sucking.

That worked.

“RAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!” As she came, and came very hard indeed, Cyclone clenched her hind legs around the older pony’s head, holding her in place. Not that she minded. At all.

Air Raid certainly didn’t mind being held in place as she noisily and messily slurped at her marefriend’s sweet fluid release. “Mmmmm, yummy!”

Cyclone panted as she rode out her intense orgasm. “I sooooo needed that.” Finally after a moment she released Air Raid’s head and said with a very sexy wink, “Your turn I think.”

“Hmhmm, tasted like you've been holding that in for aaaaaaages.” Air Raid blew Cyclone a kiss, “what d'you have in mind?”

“To return the favour.”

Wet lime green wings with wet lime green feathers sprung out with an audibly loud *pomf*. “Y-Yes please!”

Grinning, Cyclone rolled onto her hooves. “Let me lighten the load first.”

“You got it sweetie.” Eagerly, Air Raid rolled to her back.

Undressing her marefriend in the same way that she had been, Cyclone quickly had the wet onesie off of the older mare and she slowly kissed and nibbled her way down her body. Taking one of the nappy tabs in her mouth she tugged it hard to release the sodden garment. “Ooooh yeah.” Air Raid got herself comfortable on the grass. “You go for it, Cy.”

Once it was removed, Cyclone ran her right forehoof between her own hind legs to slather it in her juices. “I know you'll like this…” She purred sexily and pushed the toe of her well-lubricated hoof against Air Raid’s slit.

“Oh...Ooooh yes!” Air Raid felt the edge of the hoof press against her entrance. “Yes, I like that very much!”

Very slowly, Cyclone worked her right hoof back and forth, around and just inside Air Raid’s glistening marehood, gently probing around the labia and pressing her way inside until she judged she was stretched and ready enough to receive her whole hoof and foreleg. From the stories she had heard, she definitely knew Air Raid would like this.

“MmmMMMM…” Air Raid writhed on the grass. Sweet Luna above her marefriend was good at this! “Oh…oh C-Cyyyyyyy!” She moaned lustily as she felt the hoof spread her wide open with its entry inside her. However, once the initial pleasure ebbed away a little, she realised what was going on. “Wh-What...C-Cy...you-you're hoofing me…”

“Yeah babe,” Staring at her slit and not Air Raid herself, she totally missed her obvious distress as she moved her black leg in and out. “I'm going in to the elbow.”

“Ngggggh...” Air Raid began to panic. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. The probing hoof wasn’t fun anymore. “Aaaah w-wait...”

“Huh?” There was no mistaking that tone. Now Cyclone looked up, but her hoof kept on going in. “Aaah, whaaa?”

“Stop!” Air Raid called out, not trying to hide the fear in her voice. “Cy please you can't, I can't take this!”

“But…” Cyclone was in well past her fetlock. “But, I thought you loved this?” She was confused. She was sure she was onto a winner with this.

Any other time, Cyclone would’ve been dead right.

Tonight, with everything that had happened to the lime green mare recently, she was dead wrong.

“Get it OUT!” Air Raid gave in to her panic and screamed. Louder still she screamed again. “PLEASE!” Then she started shaking and crying, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Raid?” Caught off guard, and wondering just what she’d done to the screaming mare, Cyclone carefully pulled her foreleg out of her marefriend. “Raid…honey, what is it?”

All throughout the withdrawal, Air Raid was crying a waterfall of hot salty tears. “W-W-Wily was the last I h-hoofed...” she murmured through heartbroken sobs. “Sh-she was t-the l-last to hoof m-me…”

‘Duh! Cy you dumb featherbrain!’ In an attempt to bang some sense into herself, Cyclone figuratively, and literally, facehooved. Hard. ‘How could I have missed that?’ She wanted to kick herself. “Raid, oh Celestia, Raid, I'm so sorry.” Cyclone moved forward and crawled up Air Raid’s shaking body to hug her tightly. “I'm so, so sorry.”

In her marefriend’s embrace, Air Raid was inconsolable. “S-She w-was right...I sh-should've just bled out!”

‘Oh no you don’t!’ Cyclone pulled away from the hug and struck the older mare across the face with the back of her right forehoof and glared at her, daring her to do it back.

“Ow...” Rudely shaken from her funk before it could get too much of a hold on her, she gave a little whimper and a loud sniffle. “Cy, Cy I'm sorry…”

“It was foolish of me.” Cyclone kissed away her marefriend’s tears and went back to the hug. “I completely forgot. Forgive me?”

Air Raid cried and hugged the younger mare to her. “S-Silly…o-of course I do.”

“I'm here for you now, but don't give up on her either.” Cyclone whispered in her ear, peppering her face all over with tiny delicate kisses. “We can get through this together.”

Air Raid nodded. “Together.” Cyclone ‘Hmm’d’ quietly and stayed firmly in snuggle mode until she felt ready to move on. After a good ten minutes of solid snuggling, Air Raid kissed the nape of Cyclone’s neck. “I’m ready to get out of here. You wanna go back to the hotel?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.” Cyclone returned the kiss. “Give me a second chance?”

Smiling, Air Raid got up to her hooves. “How can I refuse my Mistress?”

Giggling like a filly, Cyclone got up as well. “You could always pee on my leg, Pet.” She leant in for a kiss. “You pack away the onesies, I'll toss the soggy nappies and we can go commando back to the hotel.”

Picking up the wet clothing and folding them into her saddlebag, Air Raid slid them onto her back with a giggle. “That sounds like a plan, Cy.”