‘I can do this…’ Bluefeather stood motionless on the sidewalk outside of Stripe’s Cup of Java, where she had been stood for the last five minutes, summoning up the nerve to walk inside.

“You can do this…” the forty year old mid-grey pegasus talked herself up a little more. Ponies walked past her, paying her no mind as they went about their business and she checked her watch. ‘Twenty minutes early, okay.’ With the afternoon sun on her back, she smoothed the green blouse and she was partway through smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle on the translucent green skirt she was wearing before she realised, with a smile, that she was stalling.

‘C’mon Blue, you can do this.’ She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere out on the sidewalk. Summoning her nerve, she brushed her hoof through her blue mane and, with a last deep breath, she trotted through the door into the coffee shop. She scanned the red tables in search of any black pegasus. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the area was clear.

“Bluefeather,” Caffeinated looked up from behind his kingdom that was the serving counter of his empire, “It’s been awhile since I've seen you.” The large orange zebra laughed, his deep voice rumbling. He saw the funny side of the coincidence, the coincidence that the night before there were adult foals playing at his ranch and the day after, Friday, here was a caretaker in his shop. “You would have liked the party at my place last night.”

Bluefeather smiled sweetly at her old friend. A friend he knew through Tempest but a friend nonetheless. “So I hear.” She took another breath, for her nerves. “Stormy and Wildfire paid me a visit today up at the Weather Factory. They told me of their friend, Cyclone.”

Immediately, that got Caffeinated’s attention. He had an inkling, as he started his coffee machine going, that this Friday afternoon was going to get a little bit more interesting. “Got your interest, did they?”

“Yes, to say the least.” Bluefeather ran her hoof through her mane, toying with the ends of it near her shoulders, “So, what’s your impression?”

“She played her part very well.” Caffeinated chuckled, recognising the fishing job as it was being played. He also recognised nerves when he saw them. He knew it had been a while since Bluefeather had cared for a foal. Of course, this called for coffee. Coffee did solve many problems. “Both Trotter and Bookmark said she was pretty well behaved for a two year old and she stayed in character.”

Bluefeather nodded at that. ‘So, this Cyclone knows how to play, does she?’ she thought with a tiny smile. More to the point she had Trotter, Bookmark and Caffeinated’s seal of approval. That approval carried with it a lot of weight, in her mind. “Okay, she is to meet me here at four, and I want to make a good impression.”

“You worry too much Blue.” Caffeinated chuckled, reaching under the counter and pulling out a mug for the coffee that hadn’t been ordered yet. “Serenity loved your attention and I'm sure Cy will, too.”

“You're right.” Bluefeather sighed, “of course you’re right.” She saw the mug being placed under the machine and knew it was for her. Silently she thanked the alicorns that the zebra was so good at his calling. “Coffee with cream, while I wait.”

Caffeinated laughed, that deep rumble emanating from him as he already had the cream in the mug ready. “Okay,” he smiled, setting the order on the counter, “but you know I still can't get that factory coffee down just right.”

“Thank Celestia for that.” Bluefeather treated her friend to a smile and, taking her coffee with her, she moved over to a bright red table situated where she could easily see and be seen from the main entrance.

Ten minutes later, at three fifty five, Cyclone arrived. Wearing a simple plain cream dress, with socks, Cyclone well and truly arrived. From the slight bulge at the rump that was her nappy to the pacifier around her neck and plushies in her saddle bag, Cyclone arrived. Looking around the coffee shop, she soon spotted the blue wing-tipped pegasus nursing her coffee. Grinning as she locked eyes with her, she trotted over. “Hey, thanks for coming.”

Bluefeather waved her guest into the seating pad opposite her own. “It’s my pleasure Cyclone.” She looked the jet black mare over, from the pacifier to the cream dress. Instantly her eyes were drawn to her padded rump. “May I call you Cy?”

“Sure,” Cyclone nodded as she sat down, practised ease she didn’t crease her dress, “Can I call you Blue?”

Bluefeather smiled, “For now you may. Can I get you a drink while we chat?”

“Sure,” Cyclone said again, this time with a smile that matched the older mare’s, “I'd love a coffee Blue, thank you.” ‘Damn…’ Cyclone thought, looking her over as she rose up out of her seating pad, ‘she is great looking!’

Bluefeather stood up, leaving Cyclone sat at the table. “Straight up?”

“Please, hun.”

After just a few minutes, which would have been longer had Caffeinated not already had Cyclone’s coffee of choice on the go before she reached his counter – seriously, she swore that zebra had ‘coffee sense’, or something like that - she soon returned to her table with Cyclone’s coffee. “We've met before,” she opened, “back at the Weather Conference in Trottingham.”

“Yes!” Cyclone cheered, punching the air with her hoof, “I knew I remembered you from somewhere!” she smiled and took her coffee gratefully, “You’re still cute with those wings.”

“I have to ask,” Bluefeather said, getting straight to the point that bothered her the most, “At the conference you were weather manager. Wildfire says you're in charge of inclement weather now. What happened?”

Cyclone took a moment to sip her coffee. It was fair after all, that Bluefeather should ask. In the end, she decided on the truth. She knew she’d get nowhere lying, and by Luna did she want to get somewhere. “I got a demotion, I'm afraid. I wore my nappy to work, big boss didn't like it. Simple as that.”

Bluefeather nodded, listening intently. Studying that cute black face, she had a ‘sense’, that the younger mare was being honest with her. “That wouldn't happen here, but you may have to say you suffer from incontinence. Then again, I'm the 'big boss' for the Cloudhattan factory.”

Cyclone giggled. “It helps to know the sexy boss,” she said with a smile. “I don't even think when I put one on now, it's like second nature to me.”

“How long have you been in the ABDL scene?” Bluefeather asked, her curiosity piqued.

Cyclone took another, longer sip of her coffee as she tapped her chin with her sock clad hoof. “Oooh...let’s see now...just over five years. My friend's dared me to wear a nappy to a fun fair in Canterlot in the Uni holidays.”

Bluefeather smiled warmly. “So, what do you think of me, as I've never worn a nappy?”

“That you prefer to be a caretaker, you like looking after adult foals?”

“That I do.” Bluefeather agreed, “I've been looking after adult foals for twenty years.” She paused as she emptied her mug of coffee before it got much cooler, “Filly or colt is fine by me, and they can't be too messy for me to care for them.”

“That's cool. I didn't actually use the nappies at first.” Cyclone went on to explain herself, “it freaked me out. Then, about two weeks after the funfair, I got some proper supplies and I tried it again.”

Bluefeather set her now empty mug down on the table. “You don't have to use them, but I want you to know I'm okay with you if you do.” Then, another rather important question occurred to her. “What age to do you prefer to play?” she knew she was getting straight to the point, but it was critical to her these things get nailed quickly.

“Oh I have use them now alright,” Cyclone said, correcting her, “time and place taken into account as much as possible, of course. Um...I like to play a two year old, maximum three.”

“A fun age where a foal discovers trouble.” Bluefeather said with a giggle, wondering what the younger black pegasus meant by having to use her nappies. “What about a caretaker? You prefer mommy, nanny, babysitter, older sibling, or something else?”

The jet black mare mulled that over for a moment, finishing off her coffee as she did so. “I prefer babysitter or nanny. My friend, Air Raid, played nanny for me up till now.”

“Till now?”

“She's moved from Canterlot to Manehatten,” Cyclone explained with a ghost of a sad smile on her lips, mostly at the loss of her caretaker. “She’s got herself a Mistress and a fellow Sub in a pair of zebra mares.” her smile did grow a little warmer now though, she really couldn’t begrudge her old ex-marefriend her happiness. “I think I'm between playmates.”

That was literally music to Bluefeather’s ears. “So,” she said carefully, trying hard to keep from being too excited, “I guess it is time to set some parameters on our play. While you're a foal, I'll do nothing that would endanger a foal. If you have a bad dream you can share my bed, but only for safety and sleep.”

Cyclone nodded, “That sounds cool to me. I do sometimes have bad dreams.”

“As for sharing my bed,” Bluefeather continued with a wink, “I prefer mares.”

‘Oh sweet Luna above, she is perfect!’ Cyclone thought to herself, though she made an effort to not sound too excited to quickly. She didn’t want to appear too eager and ruin a good thing before it happened. “I’m bi, but it’s a stroke of luck, I prefer mares too! Aaaaand, I was single till I walked in here and saw you.”

‘By Luna, she is perfect!’ Bluefeather thought with a delighted little giggle behind her hoof. The self-assuredness that this young mare was displaying was rather attractive. “You’re rather sure of yourself.”

“Confidence has never been an issue.” Cyclone smiled, “the question is, am I right?”

“I see, and I do like your style.” Bluefeather satisfied herself that this mare was worth more of her time delving deeper, at least for now. “Dinner?”

“Yes please.” The moment her coffee partner mentioned food, Cyclone realised just how hungry she was. “This foal's hungry.”

Now, Bluefeather leant forward across the red table. “Question is, real food or mashed turnips?”

“Now you're asking!” Cyclone smiled. The last night at Caffeinated’s ranch notwithstanding, it had been a week or thereabouts since Cyclone had enjoyed having a nanny. There really was only one option, and that was the easiest choice she had ever made. “Manehatten's finest turnip, mashed, please Blue.”

Making up her mind, Bluefeather used both hooves on Cyclone’s jet black cheeks, doing the squeeze / pull that all good nanna’s did. And she was a good nanna. “Aren't you just the cutest little thing!”

“Yes, I am.” Cyclone said proudly, puffing out her chest as she pulled off her cream socks and folded them into her saddlebags. If she was going to be a foal, she didn’t want to get them dirty. “I even have a certificate to prove it!”

“Now I wish I’d brought my stroller with me,” Bluefeather smiled, watching as her potential partner removed her socks. Socks were, after all, sexy. “Shall I carry you, or are you a toddler, Cy?”

“I'm a toddler!”

Bluefeather beamed a very broad smile indeed. She already chalked the day up as a success. “You stay close to me and you can have ice cream for dessert.” After she cleaned away the dirty mugs, the mid grey pegasus made her way through the coffee shop to the exit, giving Caffeinated a knowing wink on the way.

“I'll stay close!” Cyclone squeaked, sneaking in a nuzzle to Bluefeather’s foreleg before she got up and followed her – hopefully soon-to-be – nanna out. On the way she caught the wave that Caffeinated sent her way and returned it just as enthusiastically.

Leaving the coffee shop, Bluefeather turned and headed north up the sidewalk along bridleway. She had just the place in mind to go, seeing as Trixie’s Place was closed this early in the day. Foal Friendly's was just as good, if not better. The walk, while not very long, was pleasant enough.

Cyclone, walking next to the older mare, was thoroughly enjoying her morning day. For the seventh time, she offered up thanks to all the alicorns that Tempest, Airmail and Wildfire had stopped at the weather factory in Cloudsdale that Tuesday. She was even more thankful she’d come to Manehatten now.

She was still smiling when Bluefeather held open the door for her. “Ta!” she squeaked in her best little foal’s voice as she stepped through the open door. Now, she knew, it was time to show her new nanna how she could play. And she could play very well.

As soon as she walked through the door, Bluefeather pulled a booster seat from the stack that was just inside, and she led her new foal over to an empty booth. Smiling, having been here a few times, the mid grey pegasus placed the booster seat on one side of the table near the wall. “Do you need help,” she asked, in full ‘caretaker’ mode, “or are you a big filly?”

This being her first time in Manehatten, Cyclone was a teeny bit overawed that such a place like Foal Friendly’s existed outside of Trixie’s Place. There was no chance in Tartarus that an ABDL café would be allowed in Canterlot. Looking around, the jet black mare was surprised how ‘normal’ everything was. It was just like any other café, just bright primary colours and the other foals were big foals.

Cyclone decided immediately she liked Manehatten. A lot. Here, she knew she could be herself and not be judged. “I'm a big filly, nanna! I show you.” Although she could’ve easily got in the seat, she made a bit of a show of clambering up and sitting on the booster seat, just like a foal.

‘She really can play!’ Bluefeather thought with a smile as she sat down on the seating pad next to her filly, at once impressed. Straightaway, a waitress came over and set down menus for them. “Can I have a foal menu for this one, please?” she asked with a smile, determined to be as good a nanna as she was a foal.

“Welcome to Foal Friendly’s!” the teal earth pony waitress beamed, “Sure, no problem, can I get you drinks, ma’am?”

Bluefeather pointed to her foal, who looked utterly adorable in her cream dress. “She will have a small glass of mare's milk and I'll have a coffee with cream, please.”

“Yes ma'am,” the waitress made a polite little bow, “and I'll be right back with the foal menu for you.”

“Thank you,” Bluefeather smiled, “and please remember the colouring pencils.”

Seated on her booster pad, Cyclone giggled, well into her chosen role, she hugged Blufeather’s left foreleg. “I like mare milk, nanna!”

‘Aw!’ was the one thought that ran through Bluefeather’s head. ‘Definitely made the right choice with this one.’ “Only the best for the foals I watch over.” With that in mind, the mid grey pegasus gently eased the saddlebags off of her foal, along with the cream dress. Cute as it was, and by Luna’s sainted fetlock it was cute, it wasn’t really appropriate. She was pleased to discover that Cyclone had no qualms about being in just her nappy.

The waitress returned with the foal menu and box of four chunky colouring pencils just as Bluefeather folded the dress away neatly in the bags that the jet black pegasus had been carrying. “I'll be back in a couple of minutes for your order,” she said with a practised smile as she set the drinks and the pencils down.

“Thank you, dear.” Bluefeather said, opening up the pack of pencils and placing them on the piece of white paper already at the table.

“You is a good nanna,” Cyclone said, then she saw the colours on the table and strained her hooves. Unfortunately they were just out of her reach. “I wanna colour.”

Bluefeather raised her eyebrow. “And what do we say?”

“Pwease, nana?”

And just like that, Bluefeather’s heart melted. “You are such a good filly!” she rubbed the shock of turquoise that was Cyclone’s mane, loving the way her blue eyes seemed to grow in size and sparkle like that. Seeing as her foal had said please, she opened up the box and poured the four pencils out where Cyclone could reach them.

“Yay!” clapping her hooves together like the excited little filly she was, Cyclone reached into the bag that Bluefeather had removed from her and pulled out her Radiance plush doll. She never, ever went anywhere without her Power Pony plush. Where she went, it went. “Can Radiance watch, nanna?”

Bluefeather glanced at the plush. It was obviously old, and she could tell immediately that it had been loved and well cared for. “She can, but be careful to not colour on her, sweetie.”

The earth pony waitress reappeared at their table just as Cyclone began her work of art. “Are you ready to order?” she asked, watching her draw in what was grass and trees with a little interest.”

“Yes, she will have the root vegetable mash, and I'll have the spring flower salad with vinaigrette dressing.” Bluefeather placed the order, admiring the haphazard green grass as she did so. “A side of hay fries for the both of us too, please.”

“Okay, and I'll be back with more coffee for you, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Bluefeather thanked the teal earth pony while at her left, Cyclone was happily in her own little world. Having scribbled in the grass and trees to her satisfaction, she took up the blue pencil and started drawing a crude picture of a pegasus, her tongue out the side of her mouth in concentration.

Moments later, the waitress refilled the coffee. “Ma’am, your filly is very well behaved.”

“Thank you,” Bluefeather felt a great swell of pride right then and there. “She likes to go out and how she acts decides when we will do it again.” Happy at that, the waitress left them to it. “The nice waitress saw you are a good filly.” Again, she tousled Cyclone’s mane. “I think you'll get two scoops of ice cream today.”

Cyclone squeaked, all excited. “Two nanna? Ta!” she beamed happily before hugging her plushie to her. “I’mma good filly Radiance!” with that, and in the absence of black, she picked up a red pencil and drew a slightly smaller pegasus next to the bigger blue one.

“Here is your salad and the veggie mash,” the waitress set the orders down, having carried them over on her back. “Here are your fries. Can I get you anything else?” automatically, Bluefeather looked to see if her filly needed more milk.

Momentarily, Cyclone put her pencils down and, taking hold of the glass of mare’s milk in both of her hooves she drained in it one, leaving a moustache on her lip. “More!” she declared loudly.

“Okay, I'll bring you another glass.”

As the earth pony turned smartly and trotted away, Cyclone clapped her hooves together. “More milk! More milk! I get more milk!”

Bluefeather winced. She didn’t mean to, but her left ear was perilously close to Cyclone’s muzzle, she was in danger of going deaf in that ear. “Not too loud sweetie, please.”

“Oh...I sowwy nanna.”

“Okay then.” Bluefeather couldn’t be irritated too long, not with the weapon’s grade blue eyes that Cyclone possessed. ‘Those should be classed as deadly weapons…’ she thought as she tested the mash. “This is the right temperature, are you ready to eat?”

Cyclone shook her head. “Um…no nanna...my picture!”

Bluefeather sighed a very ‘motherly’ sigh. She couldn’t fault her filly though, she was playing her part very well. “I can feed it to you so you can still draw,” she offered, “how does that sound?”

“Yay yes please!” Cyclone squeaked delightedly, especially when Bluefeather started alternating feeding mash to her and then herself. After two bites, she even gave Cyclone a hay fry to tackle. After two more rounds like this, the waitress returned with her milk. “That's yummy!” she passed her judgement on the mash, food spattered all over her muzzle, before reaching for her milk. “Ta!”

“You can do better than that, Cy,” Bluefeather said gently, “what do you say?”

“Ta!” she squeaked defiantly.

“Add the ‘u’ at the end, please.”

Cyclone, screwing up her face, really concentrated. It wasn’t wholly for show, either. When she was in her foal role, she really went for it. “Um, uh…erm, th-an-k...u, nanna.”

The earth pony waitress let out a delighted little squee. “She. Is. Adorable!”

“Thank you, I do love it when she tries so hard.” Bluefeather smiled, affectionately stroking Cyclone’s turquoise mane. “You have made nanna very proud, Cy.”

“I did? I did!” Cyclone clapped her hooves excitedly. She did so like being praised, even more so when she was a foal. “Look nanna, I done the picture!” in search of even more praise, she showed off the crude pencil drawing of two pegasi in the clouds holding hooves that she had been working on while being fed the mash.

“That is very cute!” the teal waitress beamed, then to Bluefeather she said, “You can hang it up at the front if you like, or take it home with you.”

“Do you want to take it home Cy?” Bluefeather asked, “Or do you want other ponies to see your drawing?”

Cyclone thought about that, tapping her chin with her hoof in serious thought. While it was her first picture of them both together, and therefore special, she did want to show off. “I want them to see us nanna, pwease?”

There was no way in the world the mid grey pegasus was going to refuse those sparkling blue eyes. “I am happy you want to show your beautiful work, Cy.”

As she passed it over, Cyclone pointed to her drawing, first to the larger blue pegasus, and then to the smaller red one. “See, nanna, that’s you, and that’s me!”

Bluefeather was in heaven. It had been a fair while since one of her foals had done her a drawing. “Would you like for me to write our names on the drawing, Cy?”

Cyclone nodded enthusiastically. After all, she couldn’t, could she? “Pwease, nanna.”

“Which colour should I use?”

“Umm...” Cyclone looked at the four colours, eventually she made her mind up. “Um...that one!” she pointed to the green pencil, as she had used the yellow to do the sky.

“Good choice,” Bluefeather picked up the green pencil and, in very neat lettering, wrote out ‘Cy and Blue’ under the respective images on the paper. “Do you think that is good, or do you want your whole name spelled out?”

“Nopes,” Cyclone shook her head, “I like that, nanna.”

Passing the drawing to the waitress, who took it away to put up and display, Bluefeather turned her attention back to her filly and her half empty bowl of veggie mash. “Just two more bites and then it is dessert time, sweetie,” she said, holding up a loaded spoon to her.

Smirking inside, Cyclone decided it was time to test her new nanna, to see how she dealt with a testy foal. “No!” she retorted, turning her head away. “I wanna ice cream.”

“I think some filly was going to get two scoops,” Bluefeather said with a sigh, “but if she is done eating now then she will only have room for one scoop. What do you want your one scoop's flavour to be?”

“Not one, want two!” Cyclone crossed her forehooves over her chest, while her nanna simply waited patiently for her to give the right answer. “I wanna stawbewwy.”

“One scoop of strawberry?” Bluefeather pushed gently, for she knew how to get foals to behave.

“T-Two....pwease.” Cyclone asked with a very real pout.

Smiling, Bluefeather moved the dinner bowl so that Cyclone could see how little was left in it. “It is okay that you couldn't finish your dinner Cy. I know you have a little tummy and I understand. But, if you are full then you may not be able to eat two scoops of ice cream and it would be wrong to throw away ice cream.”

“Well...” the big foal looked down at the bowl, in her head she was weighing up the pros and the cons of showing off and acting out too much on what was essentially a first date. “Um...can I has an ickle bit, pwease?”

At that, Bluefeather leant in close and whispered, in a voice that wasn’t her nanna’s, “I'm a little hungry after that salad. Is it okay with you if we split this?”

Cyclone nodded with an eager smile all over her face. “’Kay!” she even opened her mouth wide when the older mare scooped half of what was left, maybe just a bit more than half and offered it to her.

As Bluefeather fed Cyclone her spoonful, she got the rest and downed it herself. “MmMmmm,” she smacked her lips, “Well, do you think that is the best turnip mash in the city?”

“Yes nanna,” Cyclone readily agreed, though admittedly she didn’t have anything to compare it to. “It was nummy!”

“I agree, so, my little filly is that two scoops of strawberry or do you want a different flavour for the second scoop?”

“Um...” now Cyclone had to really think about that. Ice cream was after all a very serious matter. She was thinking so hard she didn’t notice two couples, both caretakers and their adult foals, leaving the café. “Um, chocolate pwease.”

“Oh, that does sound so good!” Bluefeather smiled, sharing a knowing couple of nods with the caretakers that walked past her. One of them mouthed ‘park’ quietly to her and again, she nodded. “Is it okay if I have the same thing?”

“Course, nanna!”

With the choices made, Bluefeather waved her hoof in the air and the teal earth pony waitress came trotting over. “She has been a very good little filly,” she started, to which the waitress nodded her agreement, “so a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of chocolate ice cream for her, and I'll have the same please.”

The waitress scribbled down her order, “I'll be right back with that, ma’am.”

Once the waitress bustled away, taking the dirty dishes with her, Bluefeather looked Cyclone over and, with a rather critical eye saw her face was smeared with veggie mash. As she picked up a napkin in her hoof, her filly eyed it warily, ready to turn away at an instant. Grinning, knowing how this little game was played, Bluefeather slowly moved the hoof not holding the napkin out of her filly’s view.

While Cyclone was busy watching the napkin, her nanna used her other hoof to tickle the primary feathers of Cyclone’s wing. “Hahahaha!” The filly didn’t stand a chance as she broke out into fits of giggles, “n-n-nanna!”

Bluefeather took the opportunity, while Cyclone was laughing, to wipe the bit of mash that was smeared on her left cheek. “Is my pretty little foal ticklish?”

“Hehehe...sn-sneaky nanna!” Cyclone nodded, though she didn’t stop giggling.

By the time Cyclone had stopped giggling, the waitress arrived with their desserts on her back and she set a bowl of mixed ice cream in front of each of them. “Enjoy.”

Again, Cyclone concentrated hard, wanting to impress her partner. “Tha-nk y-ou!”

“You are totally welcome, little missy!” the waitress tousled Cyclone’s turquoise mane as Bluefeather offered her thanks as well.

Bluefeather held up her hoof to stop Cyclone as she was about to dive head first into her ice cream. “Don't eat too fast or you will get a headache, sweetie,” she warned.

“Uh huh…” not listening in the slightest, the jet black pegasus dived muzzle first into the chocolate and strawberry ice cream. Smirking to herself, the older mare ate hers with a hundred per cent less mess than her filly was doing. When she was three quarters through her bowl, though, “Aaa...Aagh!” Cyclone held up her hoof to her head.

Resisting the urge to say ‘I told you so’, Bluefeather held out her hoof to her filly. “Try to burp, sweetie.”

“Uuugh...” with that, Cyclone let out a huge burp, her lower lip started wobbling as she did so.

“Better?” the mid grey pegasus asked as she dabbed her filly’s chin with her napkin.

Taught her lesson, Cyclone nodded. “Um, t-ta, nanna.”

“Good filly, so maybe nanna knows what she is talking about?” Bluefeather said with a giggle, “Now, finish your ice cream.”

Cyclone mumbled, “yes nanna.”

Reaching across to her filly, Bluefeather tousled her filly’s turquoise mane. “Aw, it will be alright Cy.” She went back to eating her ice cream, while Cyclone giggled and finished hers. When she could see the pattern on the bottom of the bowl, the jet black mate started to lick out the bowl.

After a few moments of this, Cyclone lifted up her ice cream covered muzzle from a now spotless bowl. “I done!” she announced loudly and with pride as Bluefeather finished her ice cream. Smiling, allowing it because it was age appropriate behaviour, she pushed her not-so-spotless bowl towards her filly.

While Cyclone busied herself licking out the second bowl, the mid grey mare waved over the waitress who brought the check with her. Leaving the necessary bits, Bluefeather made to get up. “Do you need help getting down?” she asked, ever ready to assist.

Cyclone shook her head, no. “I can do it!”

Bluefeather had no doubt she could do it. So, she tried another tack. “Do you need the potty, Cy?”

About to answer that she didn’t, Cyclone felt a familiar lurch in her abdomen, followed by a tightening of her gut muscles. “Um...yes pwease nanna! I needs to go!”

“Okay then.” Bluefeather recognised the urgency in Cyclone’s voice. That was the urgency that said the jet black pegasus was not playing. She really did need to go. Taking her hoof, she led the way over to the public bathroom. As this was a place that catered to the ABDL scene, all the bathrooms had foal changing facilities. “Do you want me to help you?” she asked gently, not wanting to push too much.

Cyclone nodded her head. “Pwease!”

Offering her a helping hoof, Bluefeather helped Cyclone to unsnap her bottom and she removed the nappy which, she was pleased to see after a quick inspection was still dry. “Okay, you’re all clear, Cy.”

“Ta nanna!” Cyclone climbed up on the potty and, as soon as she was in position, she relaxed her bladder muscles and released her barely held in stream of hot golden pee. Bluefeather might’ve said she was all clear, but she knew how close she had come to pissing all over the floor. Very close indeed.

Bluefeather watched her filly squat and pee like nopony was watching at all. She liked that. Again, she knew she had made a good choice in this pegasus. She was an exhibitionist after her own heart. “Some filly may be ready for pull ups, hmm?”

Squatting on the toilet, sighing as her stream finally ended, Cyclone beamed. She honestly couldn’t remember when she’d had this much fun in her role. “Nanna, I’mma big filly!”

‘Oh yes you are, sweetie,’ Bluefeather thought as she helpfully wiped her filly’s crotch clean and, once that was done, she replaced the pastel pink nappy around her waist. “You want to flush?”

“Pwease nanna.” Cyclone turned and pulled the flush, watching fascinated as her waste disappeared.

“I know a nice park with fun stuff to play on,” Bluefeather said, thinking of her two friends and their ‘foals’ who had left the café before them. They should be there by now. “It is about a mile away though. You want to walk? Or we can take a taxi instead.”

Cyclone made a show of stretching her legs. “My legs are tired, nanna.”

“It has been a very long day,” Bluefeather smiled warmly, taking her little filly by the hoof, she led her through the café – taking a little pride in the fact that Cyclone’s picture was on display on the wall behind the counter – to the front where she waved down a taxi. “Come on sweetie, let me help you in.”

“Ta...” Cyclone muttered, thoroughly allowing herself to be helped into the earth pony stallion’s taxi, “ta nanna.”

“Battery Park, please.” Bluefeather said, placing Cyclone’s full saddlebags on the seat next to her as she sat down. With a ‘yes ma’am’, the chocolate brown stallion set off.

As the taxi rumbled along its way to the park which, like the café behind them, was adult foal friendly, Bluefeather draped her foreleg around the jet black pegasus’s shoulders. “Cy,” she started, a thought occurring to her, a thought that needed sorting out. “I'm going to step out of character for a moment. How will I know when you are not a filly?”

Next to her nanna, Cyclone heard the question and she blinked a few times, herself coming out of her character. “Ah, well usually I agree with Air Raid a set time from and to, to play. At Caffy's place last night, I just had to say 'I'm an adult', so which ever is good for you, hun. I’m easy.”

“What is good for me is what you wish.” Bluefeather cleared up, “though that last sounds a lot like a ‘Bookmark rule’.” She giggled, knowing of Bookmark through Caffeinated’s herd. “Do you like that one?”

Cyclone thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, it's nice and simple. It works for me.”

Satisfied, Bluefeather nodded. “I'm stepping back in character. Is my little filly enjoying the ride?” she asked, her ‘nanna’ voice back in full effect.

“Yes nanna,” Cyclone giggled, as the taxi was moving along at a full gallop, “it's real fast!”

Fifteen minutes later, the taxi arrived at Battery Park which, as Cyclone discovered, was located on the south end of Manehatten Island. Paying the fare, Bluefeather helped her filly out of the cab. Approaching the park, again, Cyclone decided she loved this city.

On the park, there were fourteen adult ponies, both mare and stallion, sat on benches watching ten fillies and colts that were playing on the swings, the slide, sandbox and roundabout. Amongst the colts and fillies, were a stallion and a mare both dressed in onesies playing in the sandbox. Bluefeather nudged Cyclone’s shoulder as she went and sat down. “Go have fun, Cy.”

“I will nanna!” Cyclone scanned the park, weighing up each thing. The sandbox she dismissed out of hoof, because there was an actual filly playing in it alongside the two adult foals. ‘Too many memories…’ she thought. The swings, of which there were five, were also a no, as she didn’t care for the back and forth motion. The roundabout was just too fast. That left the slide.

Mind made up, the jet black pegasus trotted over to the slide where there were three colts – two earth ponies and a unicorn – waiting in line. Smiling, she headed over to wait her turn at the back of the line. A sun yellow earth pony colt, the more adventurous of the three, greeted Cyclone with an enthusiastic “Hi!” while the other two looked on, very shy.

Cyclone waved back, thoroughly in her role, she greeted the colt with an equally enthusiastic, “hi!”

“My name is Track!” the yellow colt introduced himself, holding out his hoof for a bump.

Cyclone bumped his little hoof, all the while aware, in the back of her head, that she was being watched by the now fifteen adults all around the park. The very, very last thing she wanted was another Cinabelle. “Mine is Cyclone!”

“These are my friends, Two Step,” Track was in full flow, while Two Step, a blue earth pony, tried his very best to hide behind a white unicorn. “And this is North Star.”

As Track made the introductions, Cyclone saw over his shoulder that Bluefeather had sat next to a unicorn stallion. She vaguely recognised him from the café, though she wasn’t sure. They were talking though, and on the other side of the stallion was an earth pony mare who joined the conversation. Assuming they were friends, Cyclone turned her attention back to the slide and the colts. “Hi!” she beamed, waving a hoof to Two Step and North Star. “Two Step like Power Ponies?”

Feeling a teeny bit braver, Two Step nodded, though he was still standing behind North Star’s back. “Marevelous.”

“Matterhorn,” North Star added his choice.

“I want Hum Drum to show how powerful he is!” Track stated, earning himself a series of exhausted eye rolls from his friends.

Cyclone giggled. Reading the three colts, she judged that this was an argument between the three friends that had gone on for some time. “I like Radiance. She's pretty.”

“True, she is pretty.” Track said, while Two Step and North Star blushed very deep red blushes. “You're pretty too.”

“Aww thanks!” Cyclone grinned at that, though in spite of her grin, she was sweating bricks underneath. She was well aware that this was very thin ground, and she knew she had to be very careful. “You're pretty, for a colt.”

Still stood firmly behind North Star’s back, Two Step whispered to his friend, who in turn whispered to Track. “Colts are handsome,” he corrected Cyclone, “Fillies are pretty.”

Cyclone giggled, “in that case, you're handsome.”

“Thank you!” Track beamed, puffing out his little chest. “You can go first.”

“Thanks!” Cyclone smiled and climbed up the steps, pausing at the top of the slide. Now she was up there, the slide seemed a million feet off of the ground. Her fear of heights hit her full in the face. ‘Ooooh my...breathe Cy, just breathe…it’s only a slide…’ she gripped the guard rails and, about to change her mind, she felt Track behind her and North Star was behind him. After a moment's pause, she slid down with her eyes shut and off the end. “Oow!” she squeaked, landing on her ass on the grass.

Moving up the steps, Two Step giggled while Track waited for Cyclone to move out of the way. Getting up, the black mare rubbed her padded rump. “Not funny!” she said, though she giggled, “it’s high up there!”

“Watch!” Two Step called out to her as Track came down the slide on his back and landed on his butt, causing the normally shy earth pony to burst out in giggles.

Cyclone giggled behind her hoof as Track got up and took a bow. “That was funny!” she smiled and looked over at Bluefeather sat on the bench. “I’mma go talk to my nanna now.”

“See ya!” Track and the others waved goodbye, then North Star took his turn going down the slide and Two Step climbed up while Cyclone turned and trotted over to her mid grey partner.

“Singer, Prance,” Bluefeather introduced her two caretaker friends from the Foal Friendly’s café that she was sat with. “This is the filly I'm taking care of.”

Singer, a burgundy earth pony stallion with a straw yellow mane, spoke up first. “Is this the first time I've seen her, Blue?” he asked curiously, giving Cyclone an appreciative once over.

“Yes,” Bluefeather replied, “she is new to the area.”

“She plays very well.” Prance commented, the fuchsia mare likewise admiring her friend’s new filly.

Even if Bluefeather didn’t have wings, she could’ve flown forever at that praise from her oldest friends. “Yes,” she beamed, “I'm very proud of her.”

“I'm an adult, just for a sec,” Cyclone said, immediately getting Bluefeather’s attention. There was something on her mind that playing on the park had bought to the fore, and she knew sooner or later she would have to talk about it before they went any further. “Blue, have you got a moment?”

“Excuse us, please.” When her two friends nodded, she got up. “Of course, Cy.” With that, she led Cyclone away from the others over to the edge of the park where they couldn’t be overheard.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted anything, hun.”

“Not a problem,” Bluefeather smiled, she wasn’t interrupting anything that couldn’t wait. “They are watching the other two adult foals. I've been to some events with Singer a few times. Prance though, she is new to the scene.”

At that, Cyclone cast a glance over to the stallion and the mare, trying to guess in her head which of the adult foals in the sandbox belonged to whom. “They seem pretty nice, and the colts on the slide were fun too.”

“You did well, and you were being watched.” Bluefeather nuzzled Cyclone’s cheek and, in a lowered voice, said, “I think some of the adults envy you being a foal.”

Cyclone giggled, “I like to think I'm awesome in my role, even if the slide was higher than I first thought it was.”

Now, Bluefeather placed a very light little kiss squarely on Cyclone’s lips. “You do play your role very well, Cy.”

“As do you, nanna.” Cyclone smiled, feeling her wings flutter upwards of their own accord as she was kissed. “I kinda wanted to talk to you about that…” when she went quiet, Bluefeather sat and waited for her to carry on. “Well, the thing is, I'm due back in Cloudsdale on Monday, and I was thinking, it's silly us being hundreds of miles apart if we're dating, so...”

Bluefeather couldn’t help but giggle. “Dating?” she asked with her eyebrow raised. She did very much appreciate Cyclone’s forwardness. “I took you to lunch, but you haven't taken me to dinner yet.”

“Only cuz we haven't been going out long enough for dinner. But, I will, when it's dinner time.”

“Okay, and the ‘so’?”

“I was hoping, if you were cool with it, I could stay with you?”

Hearing that, Bluefeather looked out over at the playground. “The filly in the sandbox is Rimshot, she’s Singer's wife. The colt is Vine, and he has been looking for a caretaker for some time. Prance is his current marefriend.” She pointed to each pony in turn with her wingtip before looking back at Cyclone. “You really don't know me, Cy, but I'm willing to let us each have a chance to learn about each other.”

“That’s all I ask, is a chance hun, but there really isn't much tying me to Cloudsdale.”

“No friends or family?”

Cyclone shook her head, sending her unruly turquoise mane flying. “My dad's in Canterlot, his time's taken up with whomever the current mare of the month is. I couldn't even begin to guess where my dear old mummy is, and I wouldn't call the few ponies I work with and talk to friends as such.” She looked down at the grass, “they can't see past the weird of the nappy.”

Bluefeather giggled behind her hoof and tried, without success, to smooth down Cyclone’s mane. “I'm guessing that Tempest and Wildfire are your true friends?”

“Well, I’ve known Tempest about a week, when her, Airmail and Wildfire showed up at the Cloudsdale weather factory.” Cyclone explained, also trying without success to smooth down her mane. “Wily,” she said with a laugh, “well, there's a story there alright. We've been friends a long time, not far off ten years now.”

“Why me?” Bluefeather asked directly, straight to the point, “Why here?”

Cyclone considered that for just a moment, the laughter of the foals playing in the background reached her ears. “Well, the first answer is easy, Wily wouldn't have called and helped set us up if she didn't like you, she's got like, super mare sense or something, and being with you for an hour or so, I can tell you're alright. The second…the second is harder to answer.”

Bluefeather studied the jet black mare for a moment, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun. “You'll find that Cloudhatten isn't as advanced or as glamorous as Cloudsdale. Here, we take care of weather for ponies, not royalty, or at least not until they visit, then Cloudsdale takes over.”

Cyclone snorted. “To be honest...I never 'wanted' to move to Cloudsdale - heights and stuff are an issue for me - but, I had to help try and find my friend...which is where the long story comes in.”

“Which friend?”

“Wily.” Cyclone said, “five years ago in Canterlot, right after she was blinded she went missing from the hospital. Her dad said she was in Filly, which we knew was manure, so we, her friends, decided to split up and try find her. Lucky me, I got Cloudsdale…”

As Cyclone was getting up a head of steam in her explanation, Bluefeather interrupted her with a kiss straight on her lips, a kiss that was longer and more heated than the one before. “That sounds like a story over candlelight and wine between two adults, I think.”

Again, Cyclone’s wings buzzed, though this time it was almost a full wingboner. “It's an epic tale filled with dastardly villains, heroic heroes and I daresay a good few car chases. I think all it's missing is a mare tied to train lines.”

“That could be fixed, I'm sure you look good in rope.” Bluefeather giggled, “To answer your question though, yes, I have room at my place in Cloudhatten for you to stay and from there, we can see where in my place you sleep.”

“As an adult, I look awesome in rope!” Cyclone gave her marefriend a wink, “but yeah, I'll take you. To dinner.”

“Do you want to play some more?”

“Hmm…” Cyclone glanced back at the slide and saw it was empty now, the three colts from before having moved on to the swings. “Um, maybe for a little bit. I wanna go down the slide with my eyes open this time.”

Bluefeather wondered if her professed fear of heights was real, or if it was an aspect of her foal play. She shrugged, figuring she’d find out eventually. “Be careful my sweet, do you want me to go stand at the bottom?”

“Well...” Cyclone felt her legendary confidence wavering just a little, “maybe you could, for the first go? It is pretty high up…”

Playfully, Bluefeather ruffled Cyclone’s turquoise mane. “I'll go and watch, because you're a brave little mare.” She said, kissing her forehead and trotting on over to the slide.

After a few seconds, Cyclone galloped off after Bluefeather, skidding to a halt at the steps to the slide. “Nanna, I'm goin' up!” she squealed, quickly climbing up the ladder to the top.

Bluefeather clapped her hooves together. “You can do it, Cy!”

She was so sure of herself, Cyclone wasn’t too sure of herself. Gripping the guard rail so tight her black hoof turned white. Cracking open an eye, she breathed deeply through her nose. ‘Breathe...Cy, you got this Cy...’ “here I go!” letting go, at last, she slid down.

“Wheeee!” she squealed in pure delight, thankfully Bluefeather was close enough to catch her if need be. “Whee-aaah!” her delighted squeal turned into a frightened squeal as she fluttered her wings at the bottom just in time to avoid landing off the end. “I-I did it!”

Watching her closely, more closely than perhaps Cyclone realised, Bluefeather saw how scared she was up on the slide. She knew then that she wasn’t faking or acting. She really was scared of heights. As such, she clapped her hooves loudly. “You are a big, big filly!”

“I did it!” Cyclone bounced on all four hooves. “I did it!”

“Can you do it again?”

“I’mma do it 'gain!” she squealed like a huge overgrown filly and ran back to the ladder as fast as she could. Sliding down again, Cyclone made a perfect landing. Spurred on by this success, she galloped back around and went down for a third time. This time she went so fast she would’ve gone off the end, had Bluefeather not been there to catch her.

When Bluefeather caught her and, she nudged her to become an adult. “So, is that what you envisioned for our play together so far?”

“Yeah!” Cyclone squeaked happily, though she was still pleased Bluefeather was there to catch her. ‘Foal steps on the heights, Cy, foal steps.’ “Yeah that was pretty sweet. I had fun, and you're an awesome nanna, Blue.” She flashed the older mid grey pegasus a smile. “Did you have fun?”

Bluefeather thought about that for a moment, tapping her chin with her hoof just long enough to make Cyclone worried. “You challenged me, but not beyond reason. It was fun to get you to want to do what I wanted you to do. Then again, I'm old enough to have been your nanna when you were a foal.”

Cyclone sat on the grass and rubbed both her hooves together nervously. “The truth be told Blue, I didn't want to mess it up.”

“You haven’t.” Bluefeather asserted delicately, giving the fretting mare a light little kiss. “You've been naughty enough to be your age, yet still show that you're well raised and want to please others.” Then, a thought struck her. A far more serious thought. “What you said earlier. "I used to be single". Do you mean that, Cyclone?”

“Yep!” Cyclone smiled and gave Bluefeather a nuzzle. “I meant it hun. I really meant it.”

“Then let’s fly to my place in Cloudhatten, and we can talk about 'our' future there.”

Cyclone grinned, “now that sounds like a plan hun.” She spread her black wings, “after you.”

Launching into the air, Bluefeather proved she was a moderate flyer as she headed for home, Cyclone right beside her. Seeing as they were now in the air – five feet in the air – the weather manager decided now was the right time to talk about the heights issues she had witnessed. “So, how much do you like flying?”

“Uh...y-yeah...it's awesome.” Cyclone’s voice was a dead monotone and, as she flew next to her partner, she made sure to keep her head and her eyes totally level, not looking anywhere but dead ahead.

Bluefeather sighed. “If you're going to get anywhere with me, you best be honest both as an adult and a foal.”

Cyclone flew on, still without looking at Bluefeather, without looking anywhere other than straight ahead. She knew she had to tell the truth, as much as she didn’t like it. “Okay, I hate it, alright? I hate it and I'm terrified right now, Blue, and it's a good thing I'm wearing a nappy cuz I'm peeing myself so much.”

“Well, that is the bright side then.” Bluefeather smiled as they flew up together towards the floating cloud city and to her home. “I have something to change, and you will let me change you, right?” she asked, putting emphasis on the word ‘will’.

“Yeah…yuh huh...you can change me. I'd really like that.” She smiled a very thin smile, “a-and Ra-Raid said there was no upside to wearing nappies.”

As they passed a hundred feet, Bluefeather glanced to the side and saw that Cyclone was in a very bad way. Her ears were slicked back, sweat was pouring down her face and her legs were shaking. “Is it flying or heights that cause you fear?”

“Heights!” Cyclone screamed as they passed one hundred and fifty feet, knowing they had thousands still to go. “I hate heights! I hate them so much!”

“Would you be more comfortable on my back?” she asked, chancing a second glance and seeing Cyclone was actually crying. “I can carry us both…you’ll need to be a foal though, of course.” She said with a giggle.

Cyclone didn’t have to think. She was back in her role as a filly before she could blink. “I’mma here nanna!” Immediately, she landed herself and her wet squishy nappy on Bluefeather’s back and she held on for grim death.

“Gah!” Bluefeather gasped, thoroughly surprised at just how tight Cyclone was holding on. “You're safe now Cy, just rest your muzzle in my main. My, my, you are a squishy foal. I'll change you as soon as we get home, I promise.”

Cyclone however wasn’t really listening. She had had her whole face buried deep in Bluefeather’s blue mane. Sobbing and whimpering, she scrunched up her eyes real tight and wished that the flight would be over. Thankfully, or not, as it were, Bluefeather picked up the pace. “I'll keep you safe Cy, so don't you worry none.”

“I-I-I trust you nanna…” Cyclone muttered, while, on the flight Bluefeather made lots of reassuring comments to keep Cyclone calm. Before she knew it though, they were landing. A second later and she realised they had landed.

When she – finally – opened her blue eyes, Cyclone parted Bluefeather’s mane and peeked at the freestanding three storey cloudominium. It certainly was a splendid place, fit for a manager. Eventually she slid off of the older pegasus’s back and properly admired Bluefeather’s home. “Wow, Blue, nice place.”

“Time for that later, Cy.” Bluefeather smiled warmly, using her wings to get her filly back on her back. As long as she was a foal, she belonged on her back. “For now, let’s get you inside and dry.”

Quickly, Cyclone adjusted herself back on her nanna’s back. This was where she belonged. “’Kay, nanna!”