After bidding their farewells to Cloud Blossom and Darkstar on the sidewalk outside of Carousel Boutique, the four mares then separated into their respective groups – Cloud Blossom and Darkstar making their way to the train station and eventually via the Friendship Express on to Canterlot, while Air Raid and Cyclone began walking in the opposite direction to Sugarcube Corner and to a late breakfast. For a good few minutes the walk was a quiet one, both mares enjoying each other’s company and the mid-morning sun courtesy of Celestia.

Eventually it was Cyclone that broke the pleasant comfortable silence. Not for the sake of speaking, instead she was giving voice to a thought that had been running through her head since they had left the boutique. “Darkie does seem pretty happy.”

If she was honest, Air Raid wasn’t really listening as she walked alongside her marefriend. “Yeah Cy, she does.” She murmured quietly.

“What Ms. Rarity said, she is bi.” Cyclone continued, “I have to admit I never thought that about her.”

Again, Air Raid wasn’t really concentrating, more she was on autopilot as they crossed over the street. “Hmm, yeah, full of surprises…” she smiled, “gives us more fantasy fuel though, right? Not that we need it.”

Cyclone giggled. “Watching that horning set the fuel dump on fire.”

“Hmm,” it was a very distracted ‘hmm’, so distracted was it that Cyclone had to put out her wing to stop Air Raid walking into a street light. “It sure did...”

“Hey!” With her forehoof Cyclone gave the older mare a nudge. “Equestria to Air Raid. Too hungry to think?”

“Huh? Oh...” the lime green pegasus blushed, “I was just thinking, that's all.”

Without a word, Cyclone held out her jet black foreleg across Air Raid’s chest and abruptly stopped her. A very serious concerned look was on her face as she walked around to her right ear, lifting it up and peering inside with narrowed blue eyes. “Odd, I don’t see no smoke.”

“Oh, ha, ha.” Air Raid deadpanned, trying to flick her ear, “I just realised it's been a whole day and I haven't thought about Wily, that’s all.” And she hadn’t. Since getting together officially with Cyclone, she hadn’t thought about much of anything else, least of all Wildfire, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“I'm not here to replace Wily.” Cyclone said seriously, now standing at her front, her hoof gently teasing her marefriend’s chest fur, “But! You need to come to terms that Wily might have moved on and you need to move on too.”

“I don't want you to replace her, Cy. That's not fair.” She finally rubbed the ear she had held with a hoof, “I want her to be as happy as I am, I just want to apologise to her.”

“When she contacts you, do so. Until then hold that in your heart.” Leaning up, Cyclone gently kissed the recently abused ear.

Air Raid flicked her ear. “I will, and I'll hold you in my hooves.”

“I rather like that idea.” Cyclone purred playfully. “I'm feeling generous. I'll let you buy me breakfast.”

“Oooh, I think I can stretch to that.” Air Raid grinned as they carried on walking to Sugarcube Corner. Thankfully the bakery, that looked like it belonged in some fairy tale, wasn’t hard to find. “What would my sexy mare like?”

“Waffles!” Cyclone answered straightaway with a giggle, not even needing to think about it. “With berry syrup and apple juice, of course!”

“Then let's go get them waffles!” Air Raid cheered loudly, not caring of the stares she got from the other side of the street, and licked her lips. Her appetite had returned in force along with Cyclone’s acceptance, and she had in mind what she wanted. “I fancy cheesy scrambled eggs.”

“Cheesy,” Cyclone performed her eye roll number thirty one, “yup, that's you alright.”

“And you love it!” Air Raid shot back with a grin. ‘Speaking of acceptance,’ she thought, she’d only just realised that Cyclone was not wearing a dress but her onesie from the hotel. Canterlot would never allow that. “C'mon, before my Mistress gets too weak to spank me properly.”

Cyclone giggled. “Yes, I wouldn't want to faint in mid stroke.”

“Certainly...hmmm...wouldn't want that…” Air Raid bit her lip with a definite blush and she held open the door to the bakery for her lover. “After you, love.”

Like a culinary ninja, partially because she had been trained by Pinkie Pie, Pumpkin Cake was ready with her notepad to take their orders even as Air Raid and Cyclone entered the sweet honey scented heaven. “Good Morning, how can I serve you today?

“I got this.” Air Raid knew what they wanted, and Cyclone had very graciously allowed her to get the breakfast, not that she minded of course. “Can I get some waffles with berry syrup and apple juice for Cy, and cheesy scrambled eggs with black coffee for me please?”

“No problem, Raid.” Pumpkin scribbled out the order on the pad she held in her magical aura and waved her hoof around. “Have a seat.” There were two empty tables and twelve other ponies in the café part of the bakery enjoying their breakfasts that morning.

“Thanks Pumpkin!” As the unicorn bustled off to fill the order, Cyclone sat herself at one of the empty tables and patted the seating pad next to her. Immediately, like a good little filly, Air Raid took the seating pad she was told to and as soon as her lime green ass had touched down Cyclone scooted close so that their flanks were touching. “Mmm…” Air Raid couldn’t help but smile at the touch of the nappy underneath the onesie.

It was five, maybe ten minutes after they had sat down when Pumpkin Cake returned with a tray held in her magical aura and served them their food and drinks. “Enjoy guys.”

“Thanks Pumpkin.” Air Raid reached for her sugary black coffee and paused when she had a thought. “Oh hey, how did it go with Pound and Falsetto last night?”

Pumpkin rolled her eyes in a ‘how do you think’ look. “My brother is clueless, but Falsetto had a nice time.”

Taking a sip of her coffee, Air Raid smiled and sniffed at her eggs. “Stallions are all clueless.”

“Well, Big Mac certainly has a clue.” Cyclone commented.

Pumpkin Cake giggled, “That's what Cheerilee says, anyway.”

Air Raid giggled behind her hoof like a little filly, very grateful that she hadn’t started to eat then, as she probably would’ve spat them out. Snickering, Pumpkin moved off to help a group of four ponies that had just walked in and then she began to clean a couple of tables that were emptied. “Enjoy your breakfast.” Cyclone said with a smile. “I just want to keep mine down on the cab ride.”

“Hmmm,” Air Raid returned her attention to her food. “Thank you, I will.” She then took a bite of the scrambled eggs. “The cab ride bother you that much?”

Cyclone smiled a syrupy smile. “Only if I look out the window.”

“Then I'll have to give you something better to look at.”

“Hard to see out a window if I'm down between your legs.” Cyclone purred as she watched her lime green wings.

Cyclone wasn’t disappointed. Air Raid only had to get a flash of that image in her head and her wings shot out, almost taking her marefriend’s head off in the process. Fortunately, the jet black pegasus was ready in case she needed to take evasive action and she was able to easily duck out of the way. “Aaaahn...” the racer mumbled, “th-that sounds fun.”

“Wow, did I have a good idea? Cyclone asked with a giggle as she ate one of her waffles.

“Aaah, y-yeah, you did.” For some reason, Air Raid had to swallow twice to get her eggs down. “Good idea, definitely. Good.”

“I hope I can remember it.” Cyclone smiled, going for her juice, “Maybe you should write it down.”

“I will, to ah, make sure you don't forget.”

Cyclone nodded seriously. “Thank you, so much slips my mind.” The sneaky black mare waited for Air Raid to reach for her coffee and for her wings to fold away and then she added, “I wonder how you'd taste with syrup?”

“S-Syrup?” Air Raid spurted a little of her coffee onto the table, narrowly missing her eggs as her wings sprouted out again, drawing the attention of a few of the other diners. “O-On me?”

Their antics also drew Pumpkin’s attention and she came bustling over. “Do I need to move you two to an outside table?”

Cyclone shook her head innocently. “My wings are under control.”

“N-No, I'm fine…” Air Raid, her cheeks now burning a bright beet red, struggled to close her wings back down to her sides and when Pumpkin Cake finally turned her back she pouted at her lover. “You're a tease, Cy.”

Swallowing her waffle and looking Air Raid dead in the eye with a half-lidded bedroom look she said, “I'm not teasing.”

“Oh!” Air Raid gasped, and while it was a huge struggle, she managed to keep her wings down and although she squeezed her hind legs together, a very faint smell could be detected from between them. She didn’t know why she was this horny, her heat was at least a couple of days away by her reckoning.

Cyclone simply smiled and ate some more. “But I could tease if you'd like me to.” She said after a moment’s silence.

“Here?” Air Raid once more struggled to keep her wings under control. “You wanna do a play here?” Cyclone smiled and amused smile as she saw her obviously thinking about it for a brief second. “Yes please, Mistress.”

Nonchalantly Cyclone waved a forehoof at the very horny pegasus. “To eager, Raid.” She then whispered in her ear, “Last thing I want is Pumpkin mad at me.” Teasingly though she tongued her ear.

“Gaaah...th-that would be bad...” Air Raid shuddered, rather losing focus on her half eaten breakfast.

“Eat, you need to keep up your strength.”

“Ahem...yes, eat.” With another huge intense blush, Air Raid turned her attention to eating the rest of her cheesy scrambled eggs, wondering what sexy fun awaited later and just why she was so damn horny.

As Air Raid ate, Cyclone finished her own breakfast and motioned with her hoof for Pumpkin to come over and when she did she whispered in her ear. The unicorn waitress then nodded and left the table, only to return shortly with a small brown bag and passed it to Cyclone who slipped it into her saddlebag without a word. “This lovely mare,” she motioned to her marefriend, “is paying. Thank you for a wonderful breakfast, Pumpkin.”

“Oh yes, thanks Pumpkin.” Air Raid said, though she was wondering just what the hay the little something was that Cyclone had just gotten. “How much do I owe you, hun?”

“Hundred bits total, hun.”

“You got it.” Air Raid fished in her saddlebag and pulled out a hundred bit note.

Leaning over, Cyclone whispered a little too loudly, “Do tip the nice mare, won’t you?”

“Of course I will.” She reached back into her bag and added a twenty five bit note to the hundred and slid them over the table towards the patiently waiting Pumpkin who took them with a gracious smile while Cyclone hovered up from her seating pad and walked out with a sway of her hips. Once the bill was paid, Air Raid got up and likewise followed her turquoise tail. “So, shall we go get a taxi then, sweetie?” She asked once they were back outside in the morning sun.

“We shall,” Cyclone replied, feeling nicely full. “The taxi stand is over by city hall.”

“Cy...” Air Raid started, hanging her lime green wing over her marefriend’s onesie clad back as they walked along the sidewalk together. “I love you.” Cyclone didn’t answer, she just leant against her as they walked along.

After the short fifteen minute walk, Air Raid and Cyclone both reached the busy taxi stand by the city hall and walked past the ground cabs over to the air taxi section and approached an affable looking slate grey pegasus stallion leant against his cab. “Residential Apartments on Flyover Street in Cloudsdale, please.” Cyclone requested their destination.

The stallion cabbie flicked his sky blue mane and turned his cab signal to ‘taken’. “No problem, Ma’am.”

As the cabbie opened the door for them, conspicuously not noticing Cyclone’s onesie, Air Raid got in the back beside her lover. “So...we're going up in the world?”

Cyclone, while she was very grateful for her marefriend’s attempt to break the tension as she was very scared of heights, said nothing until the cab is in the air. “You're going up.” She corrected with a wink. “I'm going down…” She smiled, sliding her way down between the older mare’s hind legs and pulled the mystery bag out from under her wing.

“Oh…oooh okay!” Realisation struck her and she struggled with her wings. “Aah, what's in the bag?” Air Raid couldn’t see, from the position she was in, but she could smell the berry syrup when Cyclone opened it up and she could feel the wet cold substance being applied to her labia. “Oh...oh I see...” she spread her hind legs apart, and she smelled that sweet smell of her arousal again that had nothing to do with the syrup.

Once she judged that her lover was suitably sloppy, Cyclone dove in for her sweet treat, causing Air Raid’s hind legs wobble and she lowers herself to meet the jet black mare’s questing muzzle. “Ooooh CY!”

Although it was only a twenty minute cab flight from Ponyville to Cloudsdale, Cyclone still had Air Raid all cleaned up in time yet, frustratingly, she didn't push her over her edge. She had licked and sucked, nipped and lapped all around her sopping wet marehood, her lime green crotch wet with arousal and need but when the cab slowed she sat up next to her. “That was sweet.”

“Hmmmmph...” Air Raid grumped, noting Cyclone’s playful giggle, she was all hot, bothered and ruffled.

Cyclone licked Air Raid’s left ear. “Something wrong?”

“Mmm!” She moaned out her frustration, her tail flagging and wafting her musky scent all around the cab’s interior. She was sure she was winking but she had no idea why she was so damned horny. “C-Couldn't you have licked a little harder, or longer?”

Cyclone shrugged nonchalantly, as if she didn’t know what she had just done. “Didn't want to make a mess in this fine cab.”

“I could pay to clean the damn cab…” Air Raid grumbled as her marehood burned, though she saw Cyclone’s giggling face and forced a smile.

“We're here.”

While Air Raid got out of the cab and Cyclone paid the fair, the lime green mare took a moment to have a look around. From the outside it looked to her like a rather standard condo, something from the middle class Residential District back in Canterlot. “Here?” She asked, looking around again at the well-constructed cloud building and in fact thee clean well-kept neighbourhood. It was certainly nothing like she had been informed. “This is the place?”

“Hmm,” Air Raid was that puzzled she momentarily forgot about the burning in her loins. Cyclone on the other hoof frowned and nodded as the cab flew away. “Well, after you, sweet flanks.” With that, Cyclone led the way up the path to the building and she entered a ground level door to a lobby area where there was a staircase up and to the first floor. As Air Raid followed, she noticed there were four apartments per floor with two at the front and two at the back. Once they were up to the third floor Cyclone stopped and opened the door to one of the front apartments. Silently she stepped aside and let her lover in.

Walking in first, Air Raid blew her a kiss. “Cy, this can't be yours.”

“All fifty square metres.”

In the single room apartment proper, Air Raid looked around with her hoof above her grey eyes. There was the kitchenette, sectioned off bathroom alcove, and scattered around the living room area was a battered couch, TV and of course her adult sized playpen. “But...where's the gaping crater, the cloud mites and the plague victims?” She asked sarcastically.

“Second floor.”

“But this place is decent, Cy.” Air Raid nonetheless caught the despondent tone of her partner’s voice. “You were going on like you were banished to the Badlands.”

Cyclone shrugged and studied her carpet. “It's so small I was trying to avoid entertaining anyone here.”

“Love...” Air Raid walked over, closing the gap between then in just a few short steps from one end of the living room to where Cyclone was stood and kissed her lips. “It's fine.”

Cyclone pulled away from the kiss without returning it. “It’s ten thousand bits a month.”

“That's...not bad.”

“My job pays me thirteen thousand a month.”

“If it's that bad,” Air Raid started, completely without thinking, “why won't you let me help you out?”

“Tartarus Raid!” Cyclone exploded, losing her temper and stomping her hoof into the floor hard. “I might wear nappies, but I'm a big filly!” She sighed however when she saw the hurt look on her lover’s face. She knew she was only trying to help. “I've already agreed to talk with dad, okay?”

“Okay!” Air Raid reared up to her hind legs and held up her hooves. “I'm sorry.”

Calming herself down with a considerable effort, Cyclone gave the older mare a passionate kiss to let her know it was all okay. “Radiance needs more room than this anyway. At least the playpen fits.”

Air Raid quickly kissed her lips in reply then looked again around the room. “Huh...there's no bed.”

“Couldn't fit the crib in, so I sleep in the playpen.”

“Least you got the important things in, huh?”

“Yeah,” Cyclone embraced her lover in a very tight hug. “I got you.”

“Aww!” Air Raid pulled the younger pony tight into the hug, if only so she could hide her face and hide the tears. Crying was wholly uncool and not something she did. Much. “And I got you too, babe.”

“Want to play in my playpen or head off to the club?”

“As much as I adore your playpen,” Air Raid replied as she shook her still ruffled feathers and her tail flagged again. “You did a real number on me in that cab.” She said with a half lidded look, not even blushing when she realised she was spreading her scent around the apartment. “Club. Now. Please.”

“Club it is!” Cyclone wasn’t concerned that it was just after one p.m., Trixie’s Place was always open and it always had rooms free to meet any kink, any time, in a safe secure environment. Leading the way out of the apartment building and down the street, Cyclone pressed her flank into Air Raid’s own as they walked. “Not too bad a walk to work up an appetite.”

“Cy, thank you.” Air Raid mumbled, rubbing her hind legs together as she walked along in a vain attempt to rid herself of this burning need in her crotch. Her heat must have come early this month, that was the only conclusion she could come up with. Cyclone simply draped her wing over her back. “Mmm…” she leant in to the embrace and panted a little.

“Bar first or straight upstairs?” Cyclone asked when, after an uneventful fifteen minute walk, the five storey fetish club came into view.

“Ah, bar I think.”

Approaching the quite frankly huge stallion at the door, Cyclone nodded to the bouncer as she led Air Raid inside and to the bar where she immediately propped herself up on a barstool. Having never been to this particular branch of Trixie’s before, Air Raid had a good look around, before she too joined her young lover on the adjacent stool. She noticed, even though it was just after midday, there were still a few patrons in.

Thanks to the wonders of cloud construction it was about thirteen per cent larger inside than the main Canterlot branch, and Air Raid could only guess at the ‘activities’ that were going on upstairs on the floors above. “I like this place.” The lime green mare thought aloud as she subconsciously lifted up her blue tail a little but not too much to be obvious.

Sat next to her heated marefriend, Cyclone didn't notice. She was admiring the barmaid. “I'll have a beer. Raid?”

“Hmm?” Air Raid didn’t notice the question at first. She too had noticed the barmaid and was busy imagining her tongue buried deep inside her marehood. “Oh, beer, yes please.”

The terracotta coloured mare behind the bar nodded quietly and fetched the two beers. Cyclone was the first to get hers in her hoof and raises it up. “To us.”

“To us, my love.” Her attention now back to her partner, Air Raid touched her bottle to hers.

“We going Dom / Sub while we're here?”

“Oooh…” Air Raid shuffled on her bar pad, her wings fluttering with her arousal. “Oh I'd like that.” She flicked her blue tail once more, this time hiking it up higher. Anypony looking at that moment would have gotten an unfettered, albeit brief, view of her wet marehood.

“I'd like that too.” Cyclone said with a smile as she sipped her beer. She could now smell the musky scent wafting from her lover. A glance downwards made it obvious what a table of stallions across the bar were looking at. The exhibitionist in her found that very hot indeed. “How far do you want to go?”

Air Raid couldn’t believe just how horny she was feeling. It was definitely her heat. “All the way, love, please.”

Cyclone took another sip of her beer. “I think I know the way to get there.” She said thoughtfully. “But for now…I can smell you’re horny. Why don’t you show it with the tail and hoof shuffle.”

Air Raid, now halfway through emptying her beer, raised up her tail all the way and held it there. Cyclone ran her hind hoof sensuously, teasingly up and down her lower hind leg which just made her wings flutter outwards with a needy “MmmMM!” and she put the beer down and parted her hind legs, her tail decidedly not going down. At all. “Oooh Cy...”

Amidst cheers and applause from the stallions at the far table and a few others dotted around the bar, Cyclone finished her beer. “I think it is time to go upstairs, Pet.”

After a little struggle, Air Raid finished hers too. “Yes it is, please!” She whimpered needily as Cyclone got up and made sure she took the lead with a sway of her onesie clad hips and a swish of her turquoise tail. “Gaaaah!” Air Raid moaned, following her quickly with her grey eyes zeroed in on Cyclone’s padded ass, her own tail up so high it was starting to strain her dock. Various whistles of approval accompanied her as they ascended the stairs from the bar.

Cyclone didn’t say anything as she climbed the stairs. She didn’t have to. The jet black mare knew full well she had a captive audience. She giggled as she thought in a few moments she would literally have a captive audience. She went up to the third floor lobby area and on through a door with a very no-nonsense looking stallion watching who goes in. Walking up to a desk, Cyclone addressed the mare behind it. “The Shibari room please.” Without waiting, she pulled out a bag of bits from her saddlebag and put the five hundred on the counter.

The scarlet pegasus mare checked her computer before she looked up with a practised professional smile. “Room four is free for your use. Everything is already set up.”

‘The what room now?’ Air Raid thought as she followed after Cyclone through the plain looking door. “I didn’t know you could do that Cy.”

Cyclone giggled. “I was there when we were tied up you know. Bondage is bondage and shibari is just some fancy Neighponese word like those fancy Prench words.”

“So you remember when Darkie tied us up too huh?” Air Raid commented, the thought flashing through her mind not helping her aroused state in the slightest. “Can you believe she left us with vibes turned on?”

“That prankster? I can believe she'd do such a thing, and would do it again.”

“Damn right she'd do it again.” Not waiting for Cyclone to switch on the overhead room lights, Air Raid lunged forward and snuffled her muzzle around the base of her tail.

Holding in a moan, Cyclone swatted the lime green muzzle with her tail. “Your lack of patience will be rewarded. Pet.”

“Mmm!” Air Raid rubbed her swatted nose with her hoof. “Y'know I've never been patient.”

Cyclone kicked the door closed and fluttered up to turn on the room lights. “Tell me something I don't know.” She giggled and swatted Air Raid’s muzzle again with her tail.

“Ow...you been exercising that tail?”

“Office work requires more than four hooves, you know.” Landing back on said hooves, Cyclone looked around the room and saw what she had been presented with. There was a large ring imbedded securely in the ceiling, slightly smaller rings in the floor, and rings on three of the walls. A clear Perspex box on a low table held a selection of ropes, while another shallow box held spreader bars. A third box next to then that was closed had an inventory on top. “Very cosy.”

Air Raid too looked around the room and especially took interest in the rings. “Nicely placed rings.” A quick test with her hoof told her they were very secure, but what else did she expect, really? “I think I like this room.” She thought aloud while Cyclone moved over to the small table and checked the inventory. The lime green mare looked up at the ring in the ceiling and at the ones on the floor. ‘Hmmm, if she has me in those I'll be wide open...cool!’

“Stand in the middle of the room.” Cyclone ordered without turning around.

Air Raid caught the authoritative tone at once and stepped over the floor rings to stands in the middle of the otherwise plain room. “Like this, Cy?”

Finally after a couple of long seconds in which she got herself fully into the role, Cyclone turned around and in a tone that dripped with sarcasm said, “Such a clever mare. You found the centre of a room, all on your own.”

‘Oh...Oh wow that sounded just like Calculus...’ Air Raid thought and with that her tail lifted all the way up again, her musky scent more than obvious. “Y-Yes Mistress.”

Cyclone turned and slipped something under her wing before moving out to her waiting Pet with a bundle of ropes held in her mouth. Wordlessly she dropped them in front of Air Raid as she slowly walked around her, breathing in deeply. “Look nice?”

Air Raid cast her grey eyes downwards, looking at the bundle of ropes that had been left at her hooves. “Yes Mistress, very nice.” Her wings fluttered out at the possibilities, her tail wafting scent of her arousal all around the room.

Without warning Cyclone delivered a sharp swat to Air Raid’s ass with the crop she had hidden under her wing. “Your lack of wing control astonishes even me!” She then delivered a second equally hard smack to her other check with the riding crop.

“Oooow!” Air Raid danced on the tips of her hooves. ‘Oh yeah, right there!’ “S-Sorry Mistress!” A supreme effort later and she forced her wings to go back down to her barrel.

As Cyclone moved back to the front, Air Raid could see her tuck the crop under her wing. “Maybe this will help.” She then picked up one of the ropes and draped it on her back. Once she was satisfied with the position she went to work wrapping the rope around her Pet’s body several times, effectively binding her wings to her sides.

Air Raid let out an involuntary little aroused whimper and ruffled her now bound feathers. “Th-Thank you, Mistress.”

Cyclone used many granny knots but a few square knots also slipped into the mix as she worked to tie up her lover. She walked around her and swatted at her ass again. “Tail up!”

“Yes Mistress!” Straight away Air Raid lifted her tail up high, her exposed marehood glistening wet with her juices. Her scent was almost overpowering at this point.

Grinning at the lewd display, Cyclone ran the end of the crop in deep between her wet folds and then moved around to press the wet crop to Air Raid’s lips.

‘Oh Luna I'm dripping!’ “Mmmmm!” Immediately getting what she was expected to do, the lime green mare opened her mouth and licked her own juices from the edge of the crop. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Watching her lick the crop clean made Cyclone's wings flutter, but she managed to keep them under control. Just. “Trying to be a good pony, hmm?” Lightly she thwapped the crop onto Air Raid’s nose. “Don't drool.”

“N-No, Mistress.” Air Raid replied as she scrunched up her nose.

“On your belly!” Cyclone ordered, tapping her Pet’s hind legs with the crop to emphasise her point. “Legs out like an X.”

“Yes Mistress!” Immediately, Air Raid was on the floor, pressing her belly and her teats into the cold floor tiles. Positioning herself as she had been ordered, she held her four legs out making sure to keep her tail well up.

Watching her obey, Cyclone delivered a hard smack to Air Raid’s cutie marks. “Slow, but good tail position.” She declared before walking off to the clear boxes.

“Ooow...” Air Raid blushed, her lime green cheeks turning deep red. “I-I’m s-sorry Mistress.” ‘Jeez this is hot...just like that time before when she tied me up!’

Quickly, for she was as eager for this as Air Raid was, Cyclone returned with a bridle and put it securely over her partner’s head. She then put a tail sleeve on her and ties it tight to her bridle. “That will make this easier.” She purred with a kiss.

Air Raid quickly returned the kiss and while her Mistress was in front of her she gave her a quick wink to let her know everything was alright thus far. Nodding, Cyclone moved back around and to her exposed hind quarters and laid a stiff smack on both of her cutie marks. “Such a saucy one you are.”

“Ooo...aaAAH!” Air Raid moaned a heavenly moan, her marehood glistening wet to the point of dripping onto the tiled floor. Cyclone then left her spread eagle on the floor as she went and got two spreader bars and did a respectable job of lashing the ends to Air Raid’s hooves with plenty of rope and not too tight. “Hmm...not bad Calcy...I mean, Cy…” she wriggled a little, testing the new bindings. The fidgeting earned her two more smacks to the ass, but Cyclone said nothing. “MmmMM!” Getting the idea, she laid still on the floor.

Walking off back to the equipment boxes now that her Pet was still, Cyclone returned with a heavy ring which she placed on the middle of Air Raid’s back. She then took lengths of rope and attached them to the ends of the spreader bars and then to the ring with plenty of slack. “This should be fun.”

‘Fun?’ Air Raid thought, ‘She's gonna suspend me...sweet!’ She had to admit, she had never done this particular bondage before but, having learnt her lesson, she stayed as still as she could, flexing her neck while her Mistress worked with the ropes.

And work Cyclone did. She gathered up another rope, this one with a hook, and attached it to the ring like she had seen the demo artists do here at the club a few times and then she flew up to run the rope through the ceiling ring and over to a pulley mounted on the wall. “Time for you to fly my pretty Pet.”

Laughing, Cyclone used the pulley to lift Air Raid off of the floor so that she was high enough that she would have to duck to walk under her. “Waaah!” Air Raid gasped, although she was expecting it, it still came as a tiny surprise when her legs were forced up and over her back. “S-Sorry, Mistress…” she whimpered just slightly and instinctively she flexed her wings, forgetting they were bound.

Grinning to herself as Air Raid’s body weight sagged her down and she rested in her new position, Cyclone used the crop to push her so that she was doing a little circle around the centre point. “If I had a horn I'd be drawing on your belly, but I do have these!” She then used her two wing tip feathers to play from Air Raid’s lower lips to her tail hole and all in between.

“Aaaah M-Misssstress!” Air Raid writhed in the suspension, her marehood now starting to leak and drip to the floor below her.

Slyly, Cyclone sucked on a wet feather. “Such a tasty mare. Does Nana have any milk for her foal?” Without waiting for an answer to her question, she bit down hard on Air Raid’s left nipple which served to stop her circular motion and then she just latches on with lips wrapped around it so that she now spun around that one nipple.

“GAaaAH!” Air Raid squealed as she felt her nipple get hard and erect in her lover’s mouth. Still sucking, Cyclone then slowed the spin right down to a stop so she could hoof her marehood. “Mmmm oooh yeah right theeeere!” Air Raid let out a very aroused moan, and although she flinched a little her sopping wet burning marehood expanded around Cyclone’s questing hoof.

Cyclone didn’t miss a heartbeat as she moved to bite down and then latch herself onto Air Raid’s other nipple. After a bit of loving attention to the nipple she moved to shove her muzzle deep into her marehood and go full tongue on her lover. The wet hoof now found its way to her tail hole. “Nggggh Ah! Ah!” Air Raid found herself suddenly gasping for breath as she struggled to push herself up on the bindings so she could take a lungful of air.

After ten solid minutes or so of this continuous attention, Air Raid gave a mighty shuddering scream as she came, and when she climaxed, she came hard, squirting profusely around Cyclone’s black muzzle. “Aaak...” once more the bound mare pushed against the ropes and gasped for breath. “Aaaah!”

“Nana did have something for her foal to drink after all!” Cyclone giggled before she delivered two very hard hits with the crop to both ass cheeks. “Such a messy mare!” With that she ducked back underneath to wipe off her muzzle on Air Raid’s belly fur.

“OooOW!” Air Raid squealed at the four impacts on her ass, then she panicked as the air was driven out of her and once more she had to struggle to raise herself up just to breathe again, taking half a lungful of air. ‘J-Jeez...Buck this is hard!’ She thought, and it was only getting harder after her Equestria shattering orgasm.

Unaware of her bound marefriend’s struggles, Cyclone continued to play underneath her, licking, kissing, nipping and using her wings all over her pleasure points. “Aaaah...Mmmmmmmm!” She squirmed, and in her squirming she forgot to raise herself up for a little bit due to the pleasure she was feeling, and when she did remember she found she could barely manage it. This was bad. She needed help. “Mmm C-Cy...M-Mistressssss!”

Cyclone once more smacked Air Raid’s ass with her hoof. “That's right, it is Mistress to you!” She was completely unaware she was misreading the situation, or of how dangerous it was.

“AaaAAHN...Aaak!” Air Raid was struggling hard just to get air now, her marehood was still dripping as she writhed uselessly in the ropes. ‘Nggggh I'm gonna...have to...breathe!’

Again, Cyclone smacked Air Raid’s now reddened flanks. “Such a talkative mare!”

Slumped almost lifeless in the suspension bondage, her own bodyweight choking her and preventing her from breathing, Air Raid made a huge effort to push herself up against the ropes and gasped out desperately, “Bronze! C-Cy...”

As soon as she heard Air Raid’s safe word, Cyclone's ears flicked, all alert. “What?” She slid from underneath her and moved to look at her sweat-matted face.

“B-B-Bronze…”

“Sweet Luna!” Quickly, Cyclone rushed over to the pulley and safely lowered Air Raid to the floor and then she rushed back to start untying the hoof bindings. “Raid! Raid, you with me?”

Air Raid gasped and gulped for air, like a fish out of water. Now she was no longer suspended by her hooves she found she could breathe again. “Yeah...I'm here…” she said, taking a welcome lungful of air.

“I'm sorry Raid, I got carried away!” Cyclone was beside herself with worry and was starting to cry a little as she freed her forehooves from the spreader bar and moved to release the back ones as well.

“Heh,” Air Raid laughed as she gulped a deep breath. “It's okay babe…” she laid still and allowed her lover to untie her.

“Wha...what happened?”

“I couldn't...” Air Raid gasped again, as she flexed her forehooves to get feeling back into her hooves. “Hanging, like that, it was hard to breathe.”

“B-But...But I didn't put anything around your neck.” Cyclone mumbled as she struggled to untie the ropes around her marefriend’s hind hooves. “I didn't even gag you!”

“The ah...the hanging, under my hooves...I could feel my own weight squeezing me, putting more and more pressure on me.”

“Raid I'm so sorry!” With Air Raid’s rear hooves finally free, Cyclone hugged her tight. The distraught black pegasus was wholly unaware that she had made the rookie suspension error and that she had essentially crucified her lover. It had all looked so easy when the pony’s had demonstrated it on the stage.

“Cy it's fine,” Air Raid smiled now she was getting regular breaths. “We live and learn, babe.”

Cyclone giggled nervously and nuzzled her cheek. “I got you to use your safe word.”

“I'm glad you're a shit assassin.”

“I let the insurance policy lapse, so I couldn't go killing off my Nana.” Cyclone smiled, she knew now the danger was past, now that Air Raid was joking with her.

Air Raid giggled. “Did you pee your nappy?”

Cyclone checked herself and shook her head ‘no’. “Um…once I figure out where it went wrong, do you think we could do this again, maybe?”

“Oh we are so doing this again!”

Removing the rope that was binding Air Raid’s wings, Cyclone gently nuzzled the older mare some more. “So, back down to the bar, get some food, or back to my place?”

“Well, I had my fun,” Air Raid said as she took the time to lovingly nuzzle Cyclone’s cheek and neck, and to tenderly kiss her neck. “I think it's your turn.”

Cyclone did an excited bounce on the spot. “There is a foal room in this place!”

Air Raid reached with her hooves and pulled Cyclone into a tight hug. “In that case,” she said, pausing to kiss her lips, “I think,” she kissed her a second time, “Nana's little filly can go play. After all you've been very good.”

“Except for scaring myself. I do need a change now though too.” She giggled as a loud hissing noise could be heard, signifying the emptying of her bladder into her nappy. Right at that moment her personality changed with the blink of her blue eyes. “Nana can I go pway?”

“You can,” Air Raid smiled and instead of kissing her she went instead for a snuffling belly rub with her nose. “But first, can my very clever filly show me where the changing room is?”

“Okay Nana!” Cyclone said with a blush. Getting up from the shibari room’s tiled floor, the jet black pegasus waddled off, leaving Air Raid to bring her foal supplies in her saddlebags as she dropped off the key to room four at the desk and she led the way down to the second floor to the foal room’s check in desk.

Getting up, Air Raid collected the saddlebags and walked after her grown up foal, going a little slower due to her somewhat tender flanks. “Mmmm that crop was well aimed…Cy, is this the place, sweetie?”

Cyclone nodded excitedly, bouncing on her four hooves and buzzing her wings so that she hovered a few inches above the ground. The sky blue stallion at the counter resisted the urge to roll his eyes and smiled a professional smile. “Are you here to sign in your foal, Ma’am?” He asked pleasantly.

“Yes sir,” Air Raid replied quickly as she pulled Cyclone back down and rested a hoof on her head, “one very excited little foal.”

Again, the stallion smiled that pleasant smile as he proceeded to take Air Raid’s name, her contact number, her foal’s name and age and once that was in his computer system – for the safety of everypony concerned – he went on to point out the fees. “Room use twenty five bits an hour. Unattended is fifty bits an hour. If you require caretaker facilities we charge one hundred bits an hour.” Seeing Air Raid thinking about it he went on to explain, “Unattended is if you drop off and go elsewhere in the club, they will call if your foal needs attention.”

“No!” Air Raid exclaimed, making Cyclone flinch. After what had happened back in Canterlot with the potions and the police, the lime green mare was determined to never ever let her foal out of her sight again. “Ah, no, I'll stay with, she's my foal and I'm her Nana.”

The stallion at the counter noted on his computer system that they would be charged at the twenty five bit per hour rate, Air Raid turned to her little foal with a smile. “What do you think little Cy, shall we have a couple of hours play?”

“Pay when you leave,” the stallion confirmed, “just so you know what you're getting into.”

“I'm squishy!” Cyclone squeaked, wiggling her sagging rear end.

“Thank you, Sir.” Air Raid turned away from the counter to walk through to the Foal’s Room before pausing and turning back with a faint blush when she realised she didn’t actually know where anything was in this branch of Trixie’s. “Ah, where's the bathroom, please?”

“Dis away Nana!” Cyclone cried eagerly and scampered off through the door.

The stallion nodded after the scampering filly. “That way.”

“That way.” Grinning, Air Raid again followed after her excited marefriend, walking like a mare twice her age thanks to those well placed crop shots lighting up her flanks. Thankfully the stinging pain had by now diminished to a dull ache. “Nana's coming, sweetie.”

When she was eventually through the door into the Foal’s Room, the first thought that ran through Air Raid’s head was that a crayon factory had exploded. All the walls were bright primary colours with fluffy clouds and stylised suns and moons. Here and there were brightly painted murals of the Elements of Harmony, the Princesses and very cartoonish pictures of manticores, chimeras and other exotic creatures.

Looking around the room she noticed the top quarter was for adults to supervise while the rest was portioned off for the foals to play. Cyclone was waiting impatiently near a set of raised changing pads in the corner of the adult section to be changed. Smiling at her bouncing foal, she walked over. “C'mon little filly, let's sort that squishy out shall we?”

Fit to burst, Cyclone crawled up on to the changing pad and laid on her back. “Okay Nana!”

“You’re a clever little filly, bringing the bag.” Since Air raid had carried the bag of foal supplies from the shibari room, she reached into it and pulled out a clean nappy and the foal powder. Setting them down on the raised pad, she then unfastened the wet one and quickly, with a practised flick of her hooves, she had the soiled one off – thankfully it was just wet - and the clean one on after liberally applying the powder. Balling up the wet one ready to dispose of, she smiled down at her foal. “Know what we do now?” She asked, getting a shake of her head from Cyclone in response. “We give cute fillies belly rubs!” Before she could react, Air Raid used both hooves to playfully attack her chest fur.

Giggling madly, Cyclone waved her legs to little or no effect and Air Raid kept up the assault for a few moments before finally showing her mercy and allowing her to catch her breath. “So! Little one, let's go play.”

“Yay!” Squealing excitedly, Cyclone fell off the raised changing pad to land on her hooves and she rushed off into the play area. There were three other foals playing in there, a summer green filly playing alone with some dolls and two stallions playing with a military playset. Seeing the filly playing with the dolls, Cyclone came running back. “Nana! Nana! Can I haf my Radiance, pweese?”

Air Raid noticed in the adult area was a lone stallion. ‘Ah…at least I have some company.’ She thought with a smile as she walked up to the lavender coloured stallion with the white mane that had his back to her. “Excuse me, mind if I...” she trailed off to silence when she realised she recognised him. “Gears?”

Not noticing that the race driver was there, Windcharger’s pit chief was stunned when he looked up from his table. “A-Air…Raid?”

Impatiently, Cyclone pawed at Air Raid’s foreleg. “Nana! Nana!”

“Oh…oh sorry Cy, sweetie!” Very quickly, the lime green mare pulled out the required Radiance plush and passed it to her filly. “Here you go.”

“Yay!” Cyclone squeaked and tucked her treasured plush under her wing and rushed off to play dolls with the other filly.

Air Raid smiled as she watched her marefriend play. “Gears, mind if I join you?”

“Um, ah, well, no…” he snickered and waved his hoof at the empty seating pad at his table. “A bit late now to worry about why I'm here.”

“Thanks hun.” Likewise, Air Raid snickered as she took her seat and got herself comfortable. “You here with...” she pointed her hoof over to the summer green mare playing with the dolls. Of course, now she was sat with Gears she recognised his wife Pathfinder, who just happened to be Windcharger’s co-driver.

Gears nodded. “Yeah, Path had a bad incident doing her foal thing so she likes somepony around to keep an eye on her.”

“Yeah...” Air Raid glanced over at Cyclone in the play area. “Mine too. Bad experience. So! How you doing?” She asked a little too forcefully in an attempt to start conversation and break the awkward. She had never known about this aspect of them before, of course they weren’t obligated to blab their private lives around.

“Was doing well,” Gears grinned good naturedly, “but I hear you're getting back into the game.”

“Yes I am,” Air Raid smiled. It was no secret on the race circuit that she had taken a few months out following the disappearance of her marefriend. “Me and ‘Shot are in the Filly Five Hundred starting next week.”

“I know, you're two pits behind us.” Gears snickered, “Windy doesn't plan on losing.”

Air Raid let out a little giggle. “She still sore I took her on that Hill Climb a few months ago?”

Gears performed an eye roll that Air Raid would even ask something as dumb as that. “I wouldn't know as we don't talk about that.”

“Uh huh.” Air Raid really should have left it there at that. But, no, in a typical style she crashed in with all four hooves. “I heard on the circuit gossip she was gonna ditch Pathfinder for that.”

Almost the very second that those words left the lime green mare’s lips, Gears's look turned very sour indeed. “I'd rather you didn't crowd me. I'm trying to keep an eye on my foal.”

“Hun, I'm sorry…” kicking herself internally, she thought quickly to change the subject. She really hadn’t meant to piss him off. It was just a gift, it seemed. “How long has Path been into foal play?” She asked, unfortunately, Gears had turned his back to her and put her firmly on ignore. ‘Nice one Raid, you idiot!’

In the soft padded play area Cyclone rushed past the building blocks and the plastic kitchen toy playset and approached the summer green mare. If she was older she’d have said she was pretty, with her yellow mane tied in a side plait. “Can I play?”

Absorbed in her own little world, Pathfinder looked up with a blink of her brown eyes. In her hooves she had her Luna plush, and was brushing her glittery mane. “You can play.”

“Yay!” Cyclone clapped her hooves and sat on the padded play mat with a bit of a puffy squish sound coming from her dry padded rump. “Radi likes to play dress up. Does Luna like to play dress up?”

“Luna likes dress up.” Pathfinder nodded and picked up a couple of the spare dresses that were provided by the club.

Cyclone shook her head. Her idea was a lot more basic than that. Leaning over to the lint picture makers she got two little scrap pieces of multi-coloured cloth and put them on the back of each pony. “I'm a Pwincess. You a Pwincess too, Pwincess!”

“Yay!” Pathfinder clapped her hooves and squealed happily at her new playmate. “We all Pwincesses!”

Nodding rapidly, Cyclone had her Radiance do a low bow. “After you Pwincess!”

“Fank you miss.” Pathfinder made her Luna plush waddle up and rub noses with Radiance. “We likes you.”

For a moment, Cyclone paused, apparently deep in thought. “Tank you I'm hoonoored.” She giggled and smiled as her Radiance hugged with Luna.

Pathfinder smiled a wide smile and just as she was about to reply she caught sight of Air Raid sitting with her husband over in the adult section of the room. Instantly she recognised her driver’s main rival and she felt the bottom fall out of her little universe and with a loud ‘Eeek!’ she tried to hide behind her Luna and her mane.

Thinking she was playing, especially as she didn’t know who these ponies were, Cyclone raised up a bit and moved her Radiance near to Luna. “I, Radi da Power Pony, will protect you!”

Pathfinder and her Luna were both shaking. Momentarily she forgot the roleplay. “R-Raid...”

Looking up at the adults and then to her new friend, Cyclone didn’t understand what the problem was. “That's Nana Raid.” She said by way of an explanation in such a way that said ‘everything’s alright’. “She isn't scary. Pwincess Luna,” she squeaked in her Radiance voice, “who is your fwiend?”

Still a little shocked to see her long-time rival here of all places, Pathfinder thought her playmate meant her adult and not her. “Th-Tha-at's Papa Gears. R-Raid is your Nana?”

Cyclone nodded, more than a little bit confused. “Oh, yeah she is…” then the bit dropped as to whom her friend was talking about, the jet black mare moved her Radiance next to Luna and then turned the plush to the mare holding Luna. “Pwincess Luna, my fwiend is Cyclone, who is your fwiend?”

All of a sudden, when she realised that in fact the world hadn’t ended and that nopony was laughing at her, the summer green mare relaxed and smiled. “P-Pathfinder. My fwiend is Pathfinder.”

“Oh,” Cyclone giggled now they were back on track. “Is your fwiend a Power Pony, Luna?”

“My fwiend a dwiver!”

Of course, Cyclone didn’t know any of this. She was very excited to hear this. “Wow! My Nana is a dwiver. That is super!”

Leaning down to her plush, Pathfinder whispered to her Luna toy and then squeaked aloud, “My fwiend says she a helper driver.”

Now, Cyclone had to think very hard about that. She processed what little she knew about racing, which admittedly wasn’t very much, and pieced it together. When it dawned on her just what her playmate had meant, she smiled. “Oh, you make the dwiver go faster!”

The Luna plush nodded. “Makes dwiver go fastewer and better! She good!”

Deciding to have a little fun, Cyclone bent down and whispered loudly to Luna so that her friend could hear. “She shy and good.” She giggled and whispered to her Radiance. “Mine doesn't know how to drive.”

Hearing that, Pathfinder erupted in a huge bright red blush and she giggled, making the Luna nuzzle Radiance. “I like you...I mean, Luna likes you.”

Radiance quickly nuzzled Luna back. “We both like you and your fwiend.”

“Oh...” Pathfinder had her summer green hoof at her mouth. She’d just looked over to the adult section again and noticed the very sour look on her husband’s face, and that he’d turned away from Air Raid. Still, he hadn’t called her over to leave, so for now she didn’t really know what to do for the best.

Cyclone raised her eyebrow questioningly. “You gonna be sick?”

“No, um,” she shook her head and pointed a hoof. “Papa Gears looks sad with your Nana.”

Turning to look, Cyclone was able to read the expression on Air Raid's face. Shaking her head at the sheer dumbassery on display by her tactless marefriend she turned back. “Nana says silly things sometimes.”

Pathfinder sighed, momentarily thinking back to the immense argument between her and Windcharger that had blown up from almost nowhere following their defeat in the Hill Climb. “Grownups do that.”

Cyclone nodded. “I don't say bad words, 'cause soap tastes bad.”

Pathfinder giggled like the filly she is. “Real bad...yuck!”

Again, Cyclone nodded, and saw out of the corner of her blue eyes two toy cars. “You want to race?” The cars she saw were a little small for the plushies, but she judged they would do.

“Yeah!” Pathfinder saw the cars that her playmate was looking at. “We race!”

Cyclone then walked her Radiance over to the cars. The make of cars were beyond her, she had no idea what they were supposed to represent. “You the Pwincess, you want red or blue?”

“Blue, for tha Pwincess!” Pathfinder declared imperiously as she nestled her Luna on top of the blue car. “Powa Pony you has Red.”

Without argument, Cyclone put Radiance on the red car. “Race around the colts.”

Pathfinder let out a bright giggle at the two colts that were playing with the army set. By her reckoning they were attempting to recreate the battle for Canterlot and were both oblivious to anypony else there. “Around tha colt mountain!”

“Pwincess say go.” Cyclone got herself ready at the makeshift start line.

Giggling, the summer green pegasus made revving engine noises and she called out, “Weady, Teady, GO!”

Likewise, Cyclone made loud car noises as she pushed Radiance on the car to circle around the two colts. The colts finally looked up from their army game, snickered at being used as an impromptu race track and went back to playing their game. As they raced along, Pathfinder also made with the car noises with added tyre screeches. “Bruuuuuuum!”

Cyclone let her friend have the inside track, but she did stay close drafting behind her blue car. “You good at dis, Cycwone!”

“I watch on the TV.” Cyclone commented as she rushed along around the building block tower that had been left by some other foals.

“TV is good!” Pathfinder gave a loud ‘vroom!’ and Cyclone giggled as she tried to pass high on the curve around kitchen playset bend and they sped along dinner plate straight. Pathfinder let her pass as they were close again to colt mountain and Cyclone made a horn tooting noise and keeps vrooming. She did stay far from the colts as they rounded them into the final trip home. Squeaking with glee, the summer green mare tried to go a little faster. “Here we go!”

Going too fast on building block straight, Cyclone began fishtailing a little bit with lots of added squealing noises. The two colts decided to cheer them on, one for the red car and one for the blue car. “Yaaaaay!” Pathfinder cheered and spurred on by the cheering colts she went faster and she ended up running into Cyclone as she fishtailed and she fell flat on her muzzle. “Uuugh…oowie!”

Seeing her playmate fall, Cyclone spun her car out and Radiance rushed over to see if Luna was okay. “You hurt?”

Sitting up on her nappied rump, Pathfinder rubbed her nose with a hoof. “I fine!”

Back in the adult section, Gears let out a loud snicker and quite forgot he was supposed to be angry with Air Raid. “They drive like you.”

Relieved that she was at last being spoken to again, and that Pathfinder was alright following her tumble, Air Raid genuinely giggled. “I can't argue with you there hun.” She could take a little self-deprecation in this instance, and she watched as Cyclone had her Radiance help Luna back to her car and then she rushed back to hers and did some more car noises. Air Raid smiled on her seating pad as she watched the two fillies playing. “They do play nicely together.”

“They do,” Gears nodded, “and she didn't deserve that comment from you.”

Air Raid knew he was right and that she had been a dumb thoughtless mare. Par for the course, she mused to herself. “Gears, please accept my apology. It was unkind and I'm so sorry.”

Gears mulled it over for a moment before the lavender stallion smiled. “You have a good filly. Accepted.”

Smiling a very relieved smile, Air Raid held out her hoof for a bump. “Thanks hun.”

Gears only paused for a fraction of a second while he made his mind up and returned the hoof bump. He was about to say something else when an alarm on his foreleg went off and he shut it off with a reluctant sigh. “Path! Honey, it is time to go now.”

“Aaaw!” Pathfinder made a thoroughly adorable pout. “Already?”

Cyclone heard the call as well and she bumped hooves with her new friend. “Good wace!”

“Was way good!” Pathfinder agreed with a hoof bump of her own. “I gots ta grow up now, but you wanna race 'gain?” Straightaway Cyclone nodded that yes she would race again and she trotted over with the summer green mare back to the adults section. When she was in the other part, Pathfinder shook her head and ‘grew up’. “Air Raid.” She said in a completely adult voice.

“Nana, this is Pwincess Luna's friend Pathfinder.” Cyclone, still the filly, made the introduction.

“Is it, Cy?” Air Raid beamed an indulgent smile at her filly. “Then I'm pleased to meet a friend of the Princess.”

Gears greeted his wife with an affectionately tight cuddle and a nuzzle to her cheek. “Do you need a change before we go?”

Pathfinder shook her head. “Nah, I'm good.”

“See you in Filly, Raid.” Gears gathered up the foal supplies into his saddlebags and stood up from his seating pad and, with another round of hoof bumps, trotted out of the Foal Room with his wife. “Did you have fun with your new playmate?” He asked at the threshold.

“Yeah! She was lots of fun!”

“Nana,” Cyclone tapped Air Raid’s leg again once her friend had gone, “I'm sleepy.”

Air Raid checked the wall mounted clock and saw that it had been the two hours, as it was almost four in the afternoon. “You wanna go back to your playpen, sweetie?” She asked, and when Cyclone nodded she got up then stopped herself halfway to the door. “C'mon then. You wanna change?”

Cyclone giggled. “Naw, I'm good.” Walking along with her marefriend she changed as she grew up for the moment. “Path said you made Gears sad. Everything okay?”

“Everything's cool now.” Air Raid replied as she got the bag with the foal supplies on her back. “I was just being the same old thoughtless tactless Air Raid, using mouth before brain.”

Outside the Foal’s Room in the second floor lobby Cyclone looked aghast in mock horror. “You, say something wrong? I would have 'never' thought it.” She giggled at the look on Air Raid’s face. “It has been a fun day, even if I almost killed you.”

“Now, now,” Air Raid nuzzled her lover and kissed her along her jawline in that way she knew she liked. “Let’s not get bogged down with who nearly killed whom...” she kissed her lips now. “We had fun, that's all that matters.”

Cyclone returned the kiss and nuzzle. “Maybe some fun still to come.”

Both mares were quiet on the walk back from Trixie’s Place to Cyclone’s apartment. Eventually, when they were outside of it, Cyclone broke the silence with a thought that had ran around her mind since the club. “Play time with Pathfinder was fun,” she giggled, “and spanking your butt was fun too.”

“Yeah it was,” Air Raid giggled as well, “it was nice watching you guys play.”

“I'm guessing you know the both of them?”

“Uh huh.” Air Raid replied with a grin, “Rivals. Pathfinder is Windcharger's co-driver. Gears runs her pit crew.”

“Oh.” It dawned on Cyclone then just why Pathfinder had been so freaked out when she had seen Air Raid in the club. Now it made sense. Still, she was a fun filly to play with. Hopefully, she’d see her again. “When I watch you race I don't pay any attention to the other drivers.”

“And you shouldn't.” Air Raid puffed out her chest and nudged her marefriend’s barrel. “I'm awesome!”

Selecting eye roll number twelve, Cyclone just nodded. “That you are.” She grinned and stuck her tongue out playfully as they arrived at her apartment door. Staying an adult just long enough to open the door, Cyclone quickly changed her aspect once they were safely inside. “I sweepy Nana. Was a long walk.”

“Aww, my little sweetie is tired?” Air Raid, by now well used to this game, likewise slipped into the ‘Nana’ role. Sometimes she wondered at how easily she took to it. At first it was just to do her friend a favour. She hadn’t ‘liked’ it as such, but now, after a few months, it was becoming second nature. Strange, as she’d never desired foals before. “I think we should get you into a clean onesie and get you a nap.”

“Can I wear the Radi onesie?” Cyclone asked, bouncing with excitement on the floor of her apartment. “It in Dwyer.”

“Of course you can, my little Power Pony.” Air Raid smiled when Cyclone let out an excited ‘Yay!’ and she almost melted with the cuteness when her filly yawned. Deciding to escape from the cute overload, Air Raid trotted through to the kitchenette and to the dryer to get the Radiance onesie that Cyclone had requested. ‘Hmmm...’ she thought, ‘I’ve got an idea...’ going back to the main apartment room, she asked, “Need a change first, sweetie?”

Straightaway, Cyclone shook her head. “I a big filly!”

“You is a big filly!” Air Raid agreed and knelt down next to her marefriend. “Let's get you in this onesie then you can have your nap.” As she was helping Cyclone get out of the onesie she was already wearing and getting her into the Power Pony themed Radiance one, she could tell she was in fact dry. When Cyclone yawned again, Air Raid picked her up and rested her carefully into the playpen.

“Can I has a bottle, Nana?” Cyclone asked as she looked up from the bottom of the playpen.

“Oh yes, of course sweetie.” Quickly, Air Raid got up and went to get her filly a pre-made up bottle from the fridge and she came back with it. “Here we go.”

“Tank you, Nana!” Cyclone took the bottle in her hooves and began to suck on the nipple. It didn’t get half way down before the jet black pegasus was fast asleep.

“Aww Luna bless you, sweetie.” Taking the half empty bottle from her sleeping partner Air Raid carefully pulled a soft thick blanket over her to keep her warm and, all alone in the apartment with nothing else to do – she didn’t want to turn on the TV for fear of waking her up – the lime green mare let herself on to Cyclone’s laptop, so she could follow up on the idea she had before, regarding the Power Pony Conventions.

An hour later, once the Power Pony Convention was booked and paid for, along with a couple of other surprises, and Air Raid knew more about the cartoon series than she ever wanted to know, she giggled on Cyclone's laptop when she saw her browser history. There was the usual banking stuff which she had zero interest in, and the facetube log in, which she was also not interested in. One thing that did catch her attention however was something called PPFanFiction. Following that link she was very surprised at what she saw there. “Oooh Cy...you write some naughty stories…”

Air Raid was half way through a particularly kinky story that Cyclone had written where Radiance had broken into the Mane-iac’s shampoo factory to steal her hairspray ray of doom so she could engineer it. Of course she had gotten caught and frozen with it, and then the Mane-iac had decided to take advantage of the situation and have very sexy fun with the Power Pony. She had just gotten to the good bits when in the playpen, Cyclone very noisily passed wind and she woke up. “Nana, I not a big filly...”

“Oh!” Turning the laptop away from her with a very definite blush on her cheeks, Air Raid trotted over to the playpen. “Oh right sweetie, well ah, let's get you changed, shall we?”

Cyclone blushed as she was picked up. “I sowwy, Nana.”

“Don't be silly,” Air Raid bopped Cyclone’s nose as she lifted her out of the playpen and suddenly she got a waft of her heavy rancid hindquarters. This almost made the lime green mare’s grey eyes water. “Wow! You do really need a change.” Carrying the very smelly pony over to and laying her down on the changing mat. Cyclone for her part was very cooperative and once she was all changed and now thankfully very freshly smelling, Air Raid said, “Cy, can you grow up for me?”

“For you, I can do near anything, love.” Cyclone replied with a smile, as well a considerable blush due to the fact that her marefriend had cleaned away the sewage plant in her nappy.

“Sweet talker.” Air Raid planted a tender kiss on Cyclone’s lips. “So, I hope you don't mind but I used your laptop while you were sleeping.”

“You?” Cyclone raised her eyebrow, “You know technology outside of a gear box?”

“Ha, ha.” Air Raid stuck out her tongue and raspberried her lover. “Yes, I can thank you. I hope you aren't doing anything at the coming weekend?”

Uncertainly Cyclone shook her head, wondering what Air Raid was up to. “I work Monday through Friday at the Weather Factory. I was going to watch your race on Sunday.”

“Oh, well…” Air Raid smiled as she delicately kissed her younger marefriend’s nose, “you see that's good. I got a surprise for you.”

Cyclone’s blue eyes twinkled hopefully. “A plushie?”

Air Raid smirked. This was going to be so good! “Oh, it’s better than a plushie.” She got down on the floor next to her partner and put her foreleg around her shoulder. “See, in Fillydelphia the weekend I race, there's this Power Pony Convention thing going on, I thought you'd like to go, yes?” She smiled a wide smile when Cyclone's jaw fell wide open as she was left speechless. “And…” she giggled, “guess who gets to meet the cast and hang out with them?”

Cyclone couldn’t actually believe it. She was going to meet the Power Ponies! The real Power Ponies! She really could not believe it. She touched herself with a hoof and even pinched a feather to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. That moment right there the jet black mare felt like the luckiest mare in the land.

“Happy twentieth birthday for next month sweetheart.” Air Raid beamed that warm smile at her and Cyclone wrapped her up in a very tight hug. When Air Raid squeezed the hug, she could feel the tears of joy she was crying into her shoulder. “And ah...just one more thing, sexy.”

Cyclone couldn’t believe there might be more. She didn’t think she could take any more. “I'd have to take the nappy off first,” she said with a giggle after she dried her eyes.

“Well, you see the thing is,” Air Raid started, “your browser history is very interesting.”

“Aaah…” Cyclone swallowed, “which history?”

“Weeeeell,” Air Raid was really enjoying watching her marefriend squirm, “I never knew there was a Power Pony fiction site, and that there were such...interesting stories on there.”

Cyclone now blushed very hard, so hard it even showed on her black fur and she lost control of her wings which sprung out very, very hard from her barrel. “Oh, yeah…” she giggled a nervous giggle.

“And...” Air Raid circled her hoof playfully on Cyclone’s chest fur. “I also didn't know just how good a writer you were.” She let that hang in the air for a moment as she kissed her lips.

“Did...did you read one?” Cyclone asked, looking almost ready to faint from loss of blood from her head to her wings.

“Hmm,” Air Raid slid on top of her and wrapped her forelegs around her shoulders. “’A Captive Radiance’, I think it was called.”

“You know I like Radiance.” Cyclone blushed even more as she looked up into Air Raid’s face. “She is so hot and sexy.”

Air Raid giggled. She wasn’t entirely clueless. “Cy, even I know you love Radiance.” She kissed her cheek and licked up her ear, “But...being immobilised by a hairspray doom ray and getting rutted by the baddie?” While that did sound like a lot of fun, the nature of the story worried her just a little.

“But my logic was sound!” Cyclone declared, defending her magnum opus with sudden cute vehemence. “Radiance was trying to steal the secret of the Mane-iac's hairspray to look fabulous!”

Air Raid had to think for a moment about that. She was putting her recently acquired Power Pony knowledge to the test. “I get that, but there's a team, right?” She asked with a puzzled look on her face. “You wrote your bestest character going alone, and then she goes and gets captured…” she trailed off to a giggle and a kiss.

“Well,” Cyclone said defensively, “she was trying to steal something. Hard to get the 'good' guys to join in on that.”

“Hmm...” Air Raid murmured, an idea for some fun suddenly occurring to her, “and ah, is that something you’d like?” She asked playfully, “Because I kinda found this on your shelf.” She then showed her marefriend the hairspray ray of doom prop toy and gave her a half lidded sexy look.

“Aaahn…” Cyclone's wings were very stiff and erect, which was not something Air Raid had seen all that often. She really couldn’t believe this. Not only was she now going to the Power Pony convention, here was her marefriend willing to act out the fan fiction she had written. The very kinky fan fiction she had written. “Yeeeeeesssss.”

“Sooooo...” Air Raid levelled the toy spray can at Cyclone’s prone form laid underneath her, “All I have to do is spray you with this, little Radiance, and it instantly renders you helpless and your powers useless, yes?” With a very eager look on her face, Cyclone just nodded.

With her primary feather on the button and a loving smile on her face, Air Raid fired the hairspray ray of doom.