As soon as Bluefeather was inside her three storey cloudominium, the mid grey pegasus wasted no time at all in trotting up her stairs to the third floor, where the bedrooms were. More importantly, it was where the foal room was, a nursery converted from a bedroom that was as big as her own.

The first thing Cyclone noticed when they got inside was the bright primary colours that were everywhere. Every surface was blues, reds and yellows. Every so often there was green and pink, but always bright colours. The large adult sized pink crib drew her eyes though, with its white details and pink hearts.

Cyclone longed to be in that crib, with its fluffy pillows and comfortable looking mattress. Before she could entertain that though, Bluefeather pulled out a blue changing mat from its place underneath the crib and she lowered herself down towards the padded floor so her charge could get off without hurting herself.

“I'm an adult...” Cyclone said the moment her black hooves touched the soft padded floor, though she almost didn’t. There was a very big part of her that wanted to play with the soft toys and the building blocks she saw stacked in the corner. Still, she needed changing, so, first things first. “Th-Thank you for carrying me up here, Blue.”

Bluefeather smiled that smile of hers, the one she had perfected by long experience of caring for big foals. “No problem at all, Cy.” Playfully, even though she was now an adult, she tousled her turquoise mane. It was just so soft! “I want to keep you safe, and for now, on your back so I can get you dry.”

Immediately, not needing to be told twice, especially as her wet behind was starting to get cold and clammy against her fur, Cyclone rolled over onto her back on the changing mat and lifted up her hind legs for her marefriend. “I’m okay now we're inside somewhere,” she started, looking up into Bluefeather’ eyes, “I can't see the 'high',” she said, blushing so intently it showed even against her black coat.

“It is actually kind of cute.” Bluefeather said, in between expertly using her mouth to unfasten first the cover and then the nappy itself. Once that was done, she used a couple of foal wipes to make sure Cyclone was all dry around her marehood. The last thing she did was to liberally apply talcum powder all over her crotch, with a wingtip assist to make sure she got everywhere. Making sure the new, dry, clean nappy that she took from the package under the crib was nice and snug around Cyclone’s dock, she fastened it with her mouth before refastening the cover. “There you are,” she said with a smile, rolling up the wet nappy, “You’re all dry again, and, being an adult now…” she finished that sentence with a very deep kiss.

Just as eagerly, Cyclone returned the deep passionate kiss, she wrapped her forelegs around Bluefeather’s neck for a very tight hug. “Cute?” she questioned, her blush still in full effect, “whoever heard of a pegasus terrified of heights, anyway?”

Bluefeather giggled in the hug, her muzzle mere inches away from Cyclone’s own. “As roleplay material, it is cute, but my darling Cy, it is the differences that makes ponies interesting.” She gave her another, more delicate kiss. “How are you at cooking?”

“Darling?” Cyclone smiled, though her eyebrow was raised. “That’s a new one. But cooking? I'm ok-ish.”

Bluefeather’s giggle became bright sparkling laughter. “I can cook, but I wasn't sure if I should let a foal loose in the kitchen.” She said, though she did notice Cyclone’s raised eyebrow at the use of ‘darling’. “Do you have a preferred pet name?”

“Well...” Cyclone shook her head, “not really. Skydancer wasn't one for 'darling' and pet names.” She grinned, though she didn’t really feel it. Skydancer was one for throwing you against the wall and pinning you there while she bucked you stupid. Skydancer bucked you, she didn’t make love. “I'd like you to give me one, Blue.”

“Something to think about while I make you dinner.” Bluefeather smiled as she got up, giving her tentative lover some semblance of personal space once more.

‘Dinner?’ Cyclone thought, not willing yet to move from the changing mat. Skydancer never changed her, or cooked her dinner. “Well, there was one thing...I used to be called at home, years and years ago.”

Turning around, Bluefeather took up the soiled nappy under her wing and trotted downstairs to the first floor and her kitchen where the waste disposal was. “Oh,” she asked with a curious smile as Cyclone at last rolled off of the mat and started to follow her, “What was that?”

“Well,” Cyclone began to explain as Bluefeather, in the kitchen, started to prepare a fresh flower salad for them to eat, “when I was younger, a lot younger, my mum called me Squall. That was about as affectionate as she got.”

Bluefeather paused, cold water that she was using to rinse the flowers splashing off her hooves as her attention was distracted momentarily. “Is Squall good or bad memories?”

“Mostly good,” Cyclone replied with a shrug of her shoulders, “so let’s go with that.”

“Hmm…” Bluefeather mused, going back to rinsing the bluebells, daffodils, and the other assorted fresh flowers that she had growing on the little cloud garden outside her house. “Is it okay if I only use that when you’re a foal? It will help to separate our play time from our adult time.”

Cyclone watched her lover wash and prepare the salad, her mouth watering when she saw the daisies and sunflowers. “Yeah, okay, I suppose saying Squall is better than announcing 'I'm a foal' or 'I'm an adult', every time.”

After a few minutes, Bluefeather finished prepping the fresh flowers and she arranged them out equally on two plates from the upper cupboards of her spotlessly clean, modern looking kitchen. “Are there any foods you don't care for?” she asked curiously as she carried the plates over to a table in the kitchen.

“Well,” Cyclone tapped her chin thoughtfully as she sat at the kitchen table, “all kinds of flowers are cool, although I'm not too keen on oats or pasta.”

“Good,” Bluefeather giggled, sitting opposite Cyclone and starting to eat, “there is a particularly nice oats and whey foal food I can get for you.” She paused, taking another bite of her flowers. “For now, you will get to experience my asparagus and mushroom casserole.”

“YUM!” Cyclone squeaked delightedly, spitting a couple of flower petals from her mouth back onto her plate, which she quickly tried to hide. Alas, she wasn’t quick enough to not be noticed by her older lover, who giggled behind her hoof. “I'm so there for the casserole!” she tried to over compensate and bounced enthusiastically on her seating pad.

Comfortingly, Bluefeather reached over the kitchen table and squeezed Cyclone’s foreleg with her hoof. “Cy, you're not going to screw this up.” She said delicately, kindly. “You can be yourself when you're not a foal. You can test my limits like all foals do when you are.” To add emphasis, she leant over the table and kissed her lips.

Smiling, the jet black mare returned the kiss. “Oh, you wouldn't believe what I can screw up,” she said, thinking back to Canterlot, to Cinabelle, to Skydancer in Cloudsdale. “But, I really don't want to blow it this time, not with you.”

“Here,” Bluefeather said a few minutes later once they had eaten the fresh flowers, “You can clean and cut the asparagus in three inch sections.” Without another word, the mid grey pegasus got up and, carrying the empty plates to the sink, pushed the tray of uncut asparagus in Cyclone’s direction, along with a knife. “I really want the real you, Cy. Screw up and all. I'd hate for this to end badly because you've kept something inside for too long.”

“You got it, Blue.” Cyclone smiled and, as Bluefeather cleaned the plates, she got up and took the asparagus over to the second sink in the large well equipped kitchen and gave it a wash. “How about you?” she asked, as curious about her lover as she was about her. “How'd you get to like being a caretaker?”

Bluefeather sighed, pausing in drying the plates. “The how is less than happy. I was ten and twelve years older than my two brothers when my mother died. Dad had to work harder to make up for the lost income and the foals became my responsibility. Dad never married again. I stayed home when I went to university to get the colts up and running on their own.”

“So, what, you were like mom mark two?”

“Yeah,” Bluefeather sighed, this time it was a longer sigh, one born from a lot of angst. “At first I resented it as it took my time away from doing stupid teenager stuff. I love my brothers though so I did my best. It was in Uni that I came across an underground group of adult baby diaper lovers that I found my niche. I could be a mom without a lot of strings attached.”

“I realised that I like being a mom,” Bluefeather continued as she brushed the mushrooms clean, “and not having to deal with birth. After Uni I worked in a day care for four years, but it wasn't the same as the ABDL group. I did my advance work in weather management and here I am today.”

Shaking the freshly rinsed asparagus dry, Cyclone giggled. “Your Uni was more fun than mine, although the professors did let me wear my nappy in my final year there.”

“How risqué, none of my group actually did it in class.” Bluefeather commented as she began chopping up the mushrooms. “My last adult foal was a stallion. He left three years ago now, when he was promoted. He works in the Crystal Empire now, so we've lost touch with each other.”

“I told you, Blue, confidence isn't an issue.” Cyclone grinned, taking up the knife in her hoof to chop the asparagus, “I'm the exhibitionist in my little group of friends.”

“I like that,” and Bluefeather did, too. It was one of the more sexy things about her new lover. “I'm more the not-too-concerned-what-others-think-of-my-activities-as-long-as-they-don't-interfere types. “No questions that my last foal was a stallion?”

“I was going to ask, actually.” Cyclone started, though she didn’t look up from what she was doing. The last thing she wanted was bits of her white wall in with the chopped asparagus. “You go for mares and stallions hun? To be fair, I'm more concerned it was three years ago. That's a long time to go between plays.”

“Yes, I'm bi, but I'm also loyal.” Bluefeather stated in a tone that didn’t broke any argument, “Three years isn't that long to wait for somepony worth caring for.”

“No...no, I guess you're right there, hun. You said your mum was dead, do you visit her often?” Cyclone asked, “I'd like to meet her if you'll introduce us.” She said, finishing with the asparagus and passing the perfectly chopped three inch sticks back to Bluefeather. The fact her mum was dead didn’t bother her in the slightest, as she had met Wildfire’s mum many, many times.

Bluefeather smiled sadly as she took the asparagus and added it to the mushrooms in the pot. “Have you been in the rain yet while you’ve been here?”

“The rain?” Cyclone asked, puzzlement all over her face, “No, I've been lucky with the weather so far.”

“That is the only way to meet her.” Bluefeather explained, “She was cremated and seeded to the clouds. I can take you to meet dad if you like, or my brothers.”

Now Cyclone was surprised at that, not in the least because Canterlot didn’t hold much with the ancient pegasi death tradition. “Oh wow...that's, that's actually really cool; cuz like when it rains to make plants and stuff grow it’s like she's here helping.”

“It is what she wanted, mother always did adore the old ways.” Bluefeather said, sliding the casserole into the oven, which was a spotless and modern as the rest of her kitchen. “It does seem a very romantic way to go now you mention it. Now, while the casserole is baking, do you drink alcohol?”

Cyclone let out a happy little giggle, “I do, more than I really should, but only when I'm old enough.”

“I have a variety of wines in stock,” Bluefeather commented to that, pointing her wing through to the open plan living room and the very impressive liquor cabinet which, ironically, contained no such drinks. “There’s no hard liquor or beer though. Of course, there’s water and lemonade.”

“Wine is just fine, hun.” Cyclone replied. “And, I'd love to meet your dad.”

“You have any plans for Saturday?”

“Tomorrow? Nopes, not at all.” Cyclone shook her head as Bluefeather made her way through to the living room and came back with a rather large, rather expensive looking bottle of red wine and two glasses. “Apart from transferring over from Cloudsdale...” she trailed off, her legendary confidence faltering momentarily. “Um, if you'll have me?”

“Hmmm, that’s a good question.” Bluefeather giggled before setting down the two glasses on the kitchen table, closely followed by the wine. “How about we test drive each other tonight, and email Cloudsdale with the results tomorrow?”

“He he…y-yeah,” Cyclone smiled nervously, her nappy crinkling as she moved on the seating pad. “Sounds like a plan, hun.”

Bluefeather paused, wine bottle halfway to filling one of the glasses, blue tinted grey wings fluttering dangerously. “My dear, it would be best to tell me what you fear now, rather than I find out later.”

Watching the level of the liquid rise in the glass, Cyclone sighed. She knew she’d have to tell her new lover this sooner or later, she just hoped she’d still be her lover after this revelation. “There's...an incident, from Canterlot, that won't leave me alone.”

Carefully, Bluefeather filled first Cyclone’s glass then her own. “I think they call it 'our past'.” She said cautiously. She had no idea what was haunting her young mare, but whatever it was, was clearly an issue for her. “I'm looking to build our future, but I know our past got us here. Do you think it will affect me?”

“I know we all have one, a past I mean...” hesitantly, the jet black pegasus took a sip of the offered wine and decided that it tasted as expensive as it looked. “But, you should know mine. I hadn't long been into the whole adult foal thing, maybe six or seven months. I was...experimenting…”

“You play a good foal,” Bluefeather cut across her, believing that was the problem. “So it seems you've learned from your experiments.” However, when Cyclone’s face didn’t smile, she knew it was something else. “I have seen relationship go sour over this, but it seems you seem to have something worse to report, no?”

Cyclone took another mouthful of wine. For nerves. “There's this zebra in Ponyville, Zecora.” When she saw Bluefeather’s questioning look and hoof motions that said ‘go on’, she did. “She does potions. All sorts of potions. I went to her and got a couple from her; one that gave me the mind of a foal, say about two years old-ish, and another potion that altered my bowel control and motor co-ordination to that of a foal.”

Now, that certainly did get Bluefeather’s undivided attention, if she didn’t have it before. “Do they still effect you?”

“Not mentally, no, though I'm a little 'loose', y’know, down there, like incontinent.” Already, Cyclone was regretting this. “The thing is, it went fine for the first few times. I went to Raid's house and play, or she'd come to mine. It was perfect. Then, the last time I went, I'd taken a larger than normal dose and Raid had to go out.”

“Raid?”

“Air Raid.” Cyclone explained morosely, “She was my caretaker, my nanna.”

Looking Cyclone over as she took a delicate little sip of her wine. “Is she the one you're leaving in Cloudsdale?”

“No, Air Raid lived in Canterlot with my friend Darkstar.” Cyclone took her wine glass and swirled the wine around, watching the liquid move up the sides of the glass. “Raid used to date Wildfire. That's how we got to know her, friend of a friend. Skydancer is the mare I was with in Cloudsdale, until she left me last year. She um...never cared for the nappy loving.” Truth be told, she never cared about anypony, but that was a story for later, if there was a later.

“Okay, Wildfire is how I got your contact.” Bluefeather began to add things up. “Starting to come together. Did you keep your nappy wearing hidden from this, Skydancer?”

“Nopes. Not at all.” Cyclone shook her head. I was as upfront with her as I am with you. It was this next thing I kept from her…” she trailed off a second time as Bluefeather took another quiet sip of her wine.

Sighing deeply, Cyclone continued. “Well...as I said, Raid had to go out. She had to take me with her. I don't recall where we went but on the way back there was a park. She took me cuz I'd been a good filly. I was playing in the sandbox when a colt and a filly joined me. Raid took her eyes away for a second, the filly said I was pretty, I hugged her and gave her the tiniest kiss on the cheek. She started crying. The next thing I knew big ponies were yelling stuff I didn't understand and getting very angry…”

“Were you charged with molestation?”

“I was charged and arrested,” Cyclone said in a very tiny, almost inaudible voice as she recalled the police dragging her from Air Raid’s house, “but the charges were dropped before it got to court.”

“Why were they dropped?” Bluefeather asked, “It is a rather serious offense, after all.”

“I honestly don't know.” Cyclone said. She had no idea in the world that Luna, at the behest of Dusk, had negotiated with the police to drop the charges in favour of exile from Canterlot. “There was never an explanation, just that I had to leave the area straight away and I wasn’t allowed to return.”

Bluefeather took this all in. Technically, very, very technically, Cyclone was a foal-fooler, but she knew just from seeing her today that wasn’t the case. “So, do you still have an arrest record with no conviction, or was the arrest dropped too?”

Cyclone shrugged. “As far as I know, the record of the arrest stands.”

Somewhat relieved, and thankful for Cyclone’s honesty, Bluefeather giggled. “I'm shacked up with a criminal!” When the jet black mare’s blue eyes went very wide, she placed a tender loving kiss on her lips to silence her. “You behaved very well today with all the foals at the park. It was a test, if you didn't know.”

Cyclone didn’t dare to believe that she might actually be alright, here. “I kinda guessed it was,” she smiled, returning the kiss to her lover. “That's one of the reasons I ended up in Cloudsdale. There was months of rehab, for the potions and I got a job there with the weather factory.”

“Yes,” Bluefeather nodded, “it took me a moment to remember you from the convention. You do have a unique look. Of course, your nappy play bit you in the behind there too, hmm?”

“I wear the nappies all the time. They’re like second nature now.” She took a third gulp of her wine, swallowing it straight down without savouring it. “But...I kept Canterlot to myself, I didn't tell anypony. I rose up through the weather factory jobs till I got quite high. Until the convention, that is. “Some reporter pony from the press recognised me, dug a little, you can guess the rest.”

Bluefeather squeezed her foreleg gently. “And you know it will eventually happen again here, either in Cloudhatten or Manehatten.”

“Yeah, I know.” Cyclone looked miserably down to the floor of Bluefeather’s cloudominium, “it’s gonna follow me about like a timberwolf with a wasp up its ass.”

Bluefeather blinked at that, trying to visualise the metaphor in her head. Thankfully, she’d only ever seen a timberwolf in a book. “I'm…well, I’m sure that is an image of some sort,” she said finally, “To ease your mind, I couldn’t care less what they try to dig up. As far as I’m concerned, there is no conviction, so you were not found guilty of any wrongdoing.”

“R-Really?” Cyclone looked up, not daring to believe what her ears were telling her. “You really mean that?”

“Yes Cy, I really mean that.” Bluefeather smiled sweetly, for she could see the relief visible on Cyclone’s face, like a literal weight had been removed from her shoulders. “Manehatten is not the perfect place, but it is more open to odd ideas than other places. What you did was serious though, getting banished from Canterlot is not a light punishment. I think you've learned that lesson though, yes?”

Cyclone, feeling a thousand tons lighter, nodded her head furiously. “Yes! Yes I have! I haven't touched those potions since. After I graduated from the rehab in Cloudsdale, I've been clean for just over four years.”

“Did anything happen to the zebra,” Bluefeather asked as she emptied her wine and poured herself another glass, “or do you owe her anything that might haunt you?”

“No and no.” Cyclone replied quickly. The wine she drank this time tasted a whole lot better than the sips she had swallowed before. She knew why, and didn’t object when her lover offered her a refill. “I admitted where I got them from. Zecora was investigated but everything was legal and above board. She had all her licences and potion certificates up to date. And, I paid in full so I don't owe her anything.”

“Good, then I won't have to get Caffeinated involved. Speaking of which, he told me you did very well at the party with the foals and another adult foal.”

Cyclone smiled at that. Now, last night was a very happy memory indeed. The first of many she hoped to make in Manehatten. “Yeah, that was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed that. Even my boss ringing me didn't spoil it.”

Just then, there was a ding from the large oven, alerting Bluefeather to the fact that dinner was ready. “Our casserole is ready, Cy.” She set her wine glass down and trotted over to the ultra-modern chef grade oven to fetch the mushroom and asparagus casserole. “Smells wonderful, doesn’t it?”

Cyclone’s mouth was watering by the time she had set the baking tray down on the kitchen table. Helpfully, the jet black mare had retrieved the cleaned plates from beside the sink. “Hmm, that really does Blue!”

“So,” Bluefeather asked as she dished out some of the casserole onto each plate, “What is the next item on your worry list?”

Cyclone grinned, almost feeling like a new mare now that the weight was visibly removed from her young shoulders. “How do you know I have a list?”

“If I have a list, I shouldn't be the only one.”

“Very good point, hun.” Cyclone commented, though her blue eyes didn’t leave the now full plate that was pushed in front of her. “I only have two more, then I want to hear all yours.”

“We shall trade.” Bluefeather said with a smile as she took a forkful of her casserole, making sure to get a bit of everything. “This isn't a big worry, but I do think of it when I find a new partner. I'm the manager of the Cloudhatten weather factory. I get paid a very nice salary.” Now, she looked Cyclone straight in the eyes. “You're only in it for what bits you can get from me.”

“Well,” said Cyclone with a smile, putting her fork down and holding her hooves up you in the air, “You caught me. Your bits are very nice, although they can't change and feed me like you do, so I'd rather have you.”

Bluefeather laughed brightly, taking Cyclone at her word. “I'm sure there is some way to get these bits,” she pointed to her breasts, “to lactate. Your turn.”

Cyclone licked her lips, staring at the mid grey pegasus’s breasts now instead of her casserole. “I’m ah, I'm sure there is...ahem...my dad has a thoroughly embarrassing job.” When Bluefeather gave her a questioning look, she elaborated. “He's the chief exec for Playcolt.”

“Really‽ One moment!” hearing that, Bluefeather dropped her fork, which clattered onto her half empty plate, and she dashed off to an unexplored area of her three storey house and, in the space of a few seconds, she returned, carrying with her a couple of magazines. A 'Playcolt' and 'Playfilly'. “You know how it is when both attract your eye,” she said unashamedly. “Does your dad like stallions or is it just a job?” she asked, opening the Playcolt to the byline page. “Point out his name.”

“There he is,” Cyclone said with a facehoof as she, reluctantly, set down her fork. “Tropical Storm.” She pointed her hoof to her dad’s name at the top of the page. “He likes both as well.”

“You think he will sign this?” Bluefeather asked, eager to get another autograph for her collection. “Oh, Is his byline in Playfilly too?”

Cyclone shook her head, resisting as she did so the urge to bury her hoof in her face. “Yes it is, and yes he will...you um...haven't got many old ones of these, have you?” she asked, shifting uncomfortably on her seating pad.

“First, my next worry, then I will answer that question.” Bluefeather said as she closed up the magazine. “I'm forty. You are twenty five. How long will you stay with me?”

“What's age got to do with it?” Cyclone answered with a shrug, “as long as we have fun, who cares? And, I don't just want you for the adult foal play either, I really like you too. So I'm yours.”

That satisfied Bluefeather, especially as Cyclone was as easy to read as the magazine under her hoof. “I started subscribing to both of these fifteen years ago when I realised I liked both sexes. I have them in the annual binders they sell.”

Cyclone had been dreading that. “So um...you have the September 2025 one?”

“I do, should I bring it out for the two of us to examine?”

“Why not? You'll want the centrefold and the pages around it.”

“My curiosity is piqued!” Bluefeather once more vanished from the kitchen, taking with her the two magazines and, just as quickly as before, she returned with a binder labelled ‘Playcolt 2025’. “Now, for the big reveal!” eagerly, not quite sure what she would find, she opened the binder to September to look at the cover mare, and then she opened it to the centerold.

What Bluefeather saw on the centrefold, was Cyclone. This was Cyclone at age nineteen, all babied up in various photos. In all of them she wore a puffy pink nappy, in some she was wearing a pink onesie with yellow butterflies on it, in some she was sucking on a pacifier, some she was wearing booties, playing with toys, in a crib. One that drew Bluefeather’s eyes was the one with the nappy front yellowed, Cyclone having wet herself and she was sucking on her hoof.

Quietly, the weather manager stared at the pages. She stared long enough to make Cyclone think there was a problem. Then, after long quiet minutes, she turned to her. “You will sign this now!”

Only too happy to oblige, Cyclone smiled. “Do you have a pen?”

Almost from thin air, Bluefeather produced a red marker and passed it to her young lover. “Here you go. Since I was caring for a stallion at the time, I was looking more at my Playfilly, or I would have definitely remembered seeing this.”

“I needed the money.” Cyclone explained as she signed the centrefold with a flourish. Still, she looked justly proud of her work, though. “Damn I looked good!”

“You still do, hun.” Bluefeather smiled, taking back the marker pen. “Well, that’s another treasured centrefold signature!” she gave Cyclone an appreciative kiss. “Thank you.”

Taking the kiss, Cyclone giggled, “You're welcome hun, and I can always recreate this for you, if you wanted.”

“I'm sure you could,” Bluefeather replied carefully, “but I'm not so sure it would be the right thing to do. I try to keep foal play and adult play separate.”

“You're quite right hun. So, who's the other signature you have?”

Bluefeather giggled behind her hoof, “You imply that I only have one other. Hmmm, there’s none but yours in this book. As for the class of 2015, I have all the stallions and mares. I did a lot of traveling when I was younger.”

Cyclone grinned as she took another forkful of her casserole, “so you're like, dad's number one fan, huh?”

Likewise, Bluefeather took some of her dinner and mulled that over in her mind. “He seems to find some very nice eye candy. Was your centrefold pic the third reveal you have for me?”

“Yup.” Cyclone responded, taking a long sip of her wine. “That's all I'm concerned about, cuz y'know, not everypony likes Playcolt. My mum doesn't bother me anymore.”

“And here, I was hoping your mom was in an issue too.” Bluefeather giggled before she continued. “So, the last thing on my list, that can cause an issue. I'm also an exhibitionist, but with my adult play. I enjoy doing things in public places. Low clouds, for example. If I’m on the ground, behind the bush that is behind the park seating pad.” She studied Cyclone for any reaction, good or bad, “I love the thrill of being caught.”

The moment she heard the word ‘exhibitionist’, Cyclone’s ears perked up and her eyes shone. “Really?”

“Yes,” Bluefeather nodded, cautiously, slowly, eating a bite of her casserole, “and not all my partners wanted that risk. Playing the foal in public was one thing, but intimacy as an adult was quite another.”

“The risk is half the fun, babe.”

‘No way!’ Bluefeather didn’t dare to get her hopes up any higher, but by Celestia’s fetlock was Cyclone perfect! “When you said you were an exhibitionist earlier,” she started, kissing her young lover’s lips, “I wasn't sure if that was only with your foal play.”

Eagerly, Cyclone returned the casserole flavoured kiss. “Oh no, not at all. Kinda why I wear the nappy almost all the time. I just love showing off. And, having somepony to show off for.”

Quietly, Bluefeather returned to eating, not wanting her dinner to go cold. “So, are you feeling a bit more comfortable about all this now?”

“I am,” Cyclone smiled with relief, “even boundless confidence gives way to nerves.”

“Uncertainty can be nerve racking,” Bluefeather said wisely, “Eat up so we can move onto dessert.”

“You got it, Blue!” Cyclone began eating what was left of her casserole with a vengeance. “I’m afraid I can't introduce you to my mom. Her and dad divorced way back when I was little, she left us when I was six.”

Bluefeather nodded at that. “A sad part of life. You've lost touch with her, then?”

“Yup.” Then, Cyclone’s tone took on a hurt, resentful edge to it that her lover didn’t much like. “I’m guessing she saw 'The Best Little Whorehouse in Canterlot' and decided to use it as a lifestyle guide. She divorced dad, took a hunk of his bits and is sleeping her way around Equestria, one town at a time.”

Bluefeather giggled, “Oh, I’m sorry for that. I was thinking that Thespian really enjoyed playing that part in the theatre. I think she still has the outfit. Does it bother you, what your mother did?”

Cyclone shook her head. “No, not in the slightest. She's a big mare, so am I. And, I'd love to see you in something like that.”

“Alas,” Bluefeather swooned playfully, “nothing so fancy or flashy in my wardrobe. Uniforms and formals for events.”

“Good. That means I have scope to buy you presents!”

Again, Bluefeather giggled, it was hard not to, what with Cyclone’s enthusiasm. She knew that here, right here, was a mare that she could be young with for a long time to come. “Yes you do, and I will have to go shopping for Squall, too.”

“My mum called me that.” Cyclone sniffed in an effort to be derisive, but it wasn’t working. “She said when I tried to fly higher than ten feet, I cried like a squall.”

Lovingly, Bluefeather placed a tender kiss on Cyclone’s lips. “Well, if I need my foal to go over ten feet I'll be sure she is safe on my back first, how does that sound?”

Cyclone thought it sounded excellent, and certainly the only way she would ever get that high up. “I'll be sure to hold on really tight too!” she giggled, finishing off her casserole and kissing her lover’s lips.

“Good,” Bluefeather smiled as she picked up the empty dirty plates and deposited them in the nearest sink to her. “Of course, if you leave the house for Manehatten at least I'll know what that high pitched sound is I hear from my office!” she finished, just barely, devolving into giggles.

“Oh ha, ha.” Cyclone deadpanned, “if you don't carry me I'll take a cab - with my eyes closed and the windows shut,” she insisted, making Bluefeather giggle all the harder. “You laugh, go on!” she stuck her tongue out, “every time we go out it means you have a wet nappy to change.”

Bluefeather, having controlled her giggles, finally, smiled. “Sorry, you’ll get no complaints from me on that. What is your favourite dessert? There is a small chance I'll have it.”

Cyclone considered that for a brief moment, tapping her chin with her hoof. “Well, I inherited a deep love of chocolate from Wily, so as long as it's something chocolatey, perhaps with vanilla ice cream too, we're fine, hun.”

Bluefeather clapped her hooves together in sheer delight. “Well chocolate is universal! I have chocolate dipped strawberries. As for ice cream, I have that Neapolitan mix of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.”

“I love you,” said Cyclone, buzzing her black wings excitedly.

“I like what foals like.” Bluefeather giggled, “help me put this stuff away and we can move on to dessert.”

“You got it, sweetie.”

When Cyclone got up from her seating pad, Bluefeather helped her young lover clear the table. What was left of the casserole was covered up with tin foil and placed in the fridge. The cutlery was washed and put away and, while the mid grey mare retrieved bowls from her cupboard, she pointed with her wing to the fridge. “The strawberries are in the bottom left of the fridge and the ice cream is in the freezer.”

“Hehe! Chocolate, here I come!” hunting in the fridge, Cyclone soon located the strawberries, and the ice cream was easily found soon afterwards. “Success!” she declared loudly, pulling a heroic pose on her hind legs, holding the strawberries and the ice cream in her hooves. “I have hunted and gathered!”

As Cyclone hovered over to the kitchen table, carrying the dessert things in her hooves, Bluefeather said, just loud enough to be heard, “I will not fear for need with my trusted hunter to provide for me.”

“I fear no fridge!” Cyclone snickered, “nor shall I fear the icy wastes of the freezer!”

“As long as it is on eye level, at least.” Bluefeather snickered, laying a kiss on Cyclone’s lips as she carried the bowls to the kitchen table. “Special dessert rule for tonight only. You can't feed yourself.”

At the table, Cyclone rolled her eyes and set the strawberries and ice cream down. “Hmm...I think that should be a permanent rule, don’t you?”

“Sorry dear,” Bluefeather gently booped her lover’s nose. “It’s special occasions only, like this, not that we can't have a lot like this.”

Giggling, Cyclone kissed Bluefeather’s mid grey nose. “Sounds good to me, sexy.”

Taking the ice cream scoop that she had bought with her in her hoof, Bluefeather put a large scoop of the ice cream in one of the bowls, making sure to plough through all three flavours in one go. “I like all three, but if you want, Cy, I'll only feed you vanilla.”

“I like them all too, can I have the vanilla first though?” There was, after all, a right way and a wrong way to go about this. Nodding, Bluefeather giggled and, taking a strawberry that had been already dipped in dark chocolate by the green between her teeth, she raised it to Cyclone’s mouth, who opened wide to receive.

With her partner’s mouth open, Bluefeather placed the strawberry in, and once her lips closed around it, she let go and, using her mouth, she scooped up some vanilla only with a spoon and it soon followed the strawberry into Cyclone’s mouth. “Hmmm...” the jet black mare shivered happily and chewed. “Best delivery system ever!”

“Now you have a goal to achieve, then.” said Bluefeather and, as Cyclone smiled, she got a chocolate strawberry for her older lover in her mouth. Ready to receive, Bluefeather opened her mouth in anticipation. She didn’t have long to wait though, and Cyclone placed it delicately in her mouth, making sure to kiss her lips in the process.

Bluefeather closed on the strawberry and she didn’t pull away. Cyclone pulled away to get her a scoop of vanilla to put in her mouth, and the mid grey pegasus exposed the un-chewed strawberry as she took the ice cream from the spoon and then her jaws moved ever so slowly as she looked at her young lover with half lidded eyes.

Returning the gesture, Cyclone looked at Bluefeather in a very similar way, passionately kissing her ice cream filled mouth.

Swallowing the strawberry, and almost swallowing Cyclone’s tongue, Bluefeather repeated the process with her tongue helping the strawberry into her lover’s mouth. “MMmm…” Cyclone moaned, scooping the strawberry from her tongue and starting to suck on it gently. Extracting her tongue, Bluefeather soon replaced it with a spoonful of strawberry ice cream. “Mmm...” Cyclone made that noise again as she sucked the ice cream from the scoop and kissed her lips.

Bluefeather smiled, “I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I am.”

Cyclone gave her lover her best bedroom eyes. “I almost don’t want the strawberries. I'm having much more fun kissing you.”

Bluefeather giggled brightly, feeling very, very young indeed. “Have you had your fill of strawberries yet, Cy?”

“Yeah...think I need something sweeter.” Although, it wasn’t a decision that Cyclone made easily.

Bluefeather treated Cyclone to the same bedroom eyes that she herself had been given. “I can think of a fine wine that is well aged,” she said with a sexy purr.

“Say...oh, about forty years old?”

“I do think you’re right on that one,” Bluefeather grinned, especially as a very sexy idea came to mind. A wonderfully hot, sexy idea. “Of course, such a vintage should only be enjoyed outside under the stars. I think buildings inhibit all the true flavours.”

“I agree.” In fact, Cyclone couldn’t agree quickly enough. “I'd love to drink such a well-cared for wine outside.”

“As it happens, there are a few well-placed clouds below the flight path to Manehatten that are very comfortable.”

“Then, I think we should make use of one.”

Smiling, Bluefeather picked up and put away the few remaining strawberries and the dirty bowls in the sink. “Would you like a ponyback ride, Cy?” she asked seriously, well aware now of her young lover’s fear of heights.

Cyclone smiled, “I’d love one hun, please.” When Bluefeather led the way to the front door, she crouched down low after she opened it to the now darkened night sky. Following closely, the jet black pegasus climbed up on her back, holding her legs tightly around her neck and her barrel.

Taking off on a slow upwards glide, Bluefeather glanced over her shoulder as she levelled off and saw that, adorably, Cyclone had her pretty blue eyes scrunched shut tight. “Don't look down hun, but look straight ahead. The city is beautiful at night under Luna's moon. It would be a shame if you missed it.”

Chancing it, Cyclone cracked open her eyes and she looked dead ahead like her neck was held in a vice. “Uh huh...hun it really is…” she smiled, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Relax Cy, I will keep you safe.” Bluefeather said reassuringly, “It is like looking at the TV. Just look with me and nowhere else, okay?”

“Oh, oh ok...that I can do. TV is good. I like TV…” that said, she still looked dead ahead, entirely missing the beauty of the metropolis of Manehatten at night, the bright lights shining like a million stars that mirrored the actual stars painted on the night canvas above.

Seeing this, Bluefeather nuzzled the back of her head against Cyclone’s cheek. “I want to enjoy this with you, Cy.”

Smiling nervously, Cyclone flicked her blue eyes downwards for just a second and sighed once she saw the beauty of the city. “I am enjoying this Blue, really I am.”

“I'm glad to hear that,” Bluefeather smiled as she flew straight and level, “but now it is time to close your eyes again and hold me tight.”

With a very unnatural amount of bravery, born of the trust she had in Bluefeather’s abilities both as a lover and a nanna, Cyclone summoned her nerve and shook her head. “A-Actually I…I'm gonna try it with my eyes open...just um, wh-what are you gonna do?”

“I'm going to bank and dive to our snuggle cloud.”

With a very audible gulp, and before her nerve abandoned her entirely, Cyclone nodded. “O-Okay...g-go for it!” *keeps her eyes open*

As Cyclone forced herself to keep her eyes wide open, Bluefeather executed a long, slow sweeping bank and dive. The shimmering, scintillating lights of the city below left her view to be replaced with the inky blackness of the night sky, illuminated by millions of stars and the sliver light of the moon until a small cloud came into view and rapidly approached.

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!” On Bluefeather’s back, Cyclone squealed like a little filly, until she began to level off and fly straight towards the cloud. “Oh wow...wow...I actually had my eyes open...th-that was so cool!”

As Bluefeather came in for a landing on the little cloud with a wide swoop, she flared her wings at the last moment, giving a very soft touchdown. Once she was safely down, she guided Cyclone to look up at the floating sprawling city of Cloudhatten, the lights of the cloud city partly obscured by the very cloud it rested on. “Behind and below us is Manehatten. Above us is the main glide path between the two cities.”

“Oh…oh my...” when Cyclone actually summoned the courage to look over the edge of the little cloud, peeking like a scared little filly, she saw what her lover was showing her. “It's really beautiful Blue...like, it’s properly nice!” as she said that, she saw a pair of pegasi fly over and one waved at them, and Bluefeather waved back. “Friends of yours?”

“Friends no, friendly, yes.” Bluefeather clarified with a giggle. “Everypony around here knows what these snuggle clouds are used for.”

Cyclone giggled, for she could see where this little escapade was going, and she liked it. “I like theses clouds already. But...you did a flying thing and I had my eyes open!”

“You are a big filly now, Cy.” Bluefeather smiled affectionately as she lowered herself down to the cloud surface so that Cyclone could dismount.

Carefully, very carefully indeed – she was very much focussed on the fact that this was a tiny little cloud and not a huge cloud city – Cyclone slid off of her lover’s back. “I am...I am a big filly! I didn't pee myself or anything!”

Turning to face her, Bluefeather gave Cyclone a very deep kiss. “Time to get you out of your nappy, anyways.”

Eagerly, Cyclone returned the kiss. “Now you mention it, it is getting a little hot. I think you should take it off. Slowly. With your teeth.”

Smiling, Bluefeather did indeed use just her teeth. She took her time to very slowly, as slowly and sensuously as she could, she removed the dry nappy that Cyclone was wearing with far more caressing than was strictly necessary or needed. Once the nappy was removed, the mid grey pegasus slid her hoof between Cyclone’s rear cheeks, raising it up to her nose. “I just love the scent of powder.”

“Y-Yeah...” Cyclone smiled, “powder smells cool!”

“Yes it does.” Bluefeather smiled and, holding out her hoof, she ‘hmm’d’ when Cyclone gave it a lick. Kissing her black mare’s lips, Bluefeather rolled her gently onto her back. “This is a soft bed, wouldn't you agree?” she asked as three outbound pegasi passed overhead, one of them looked down and tapped a second, pointing at them. That one said something they couldn’t hear, and all three flew on, laughing.

“I love it Blue...” Cyclone replied honestly. Looking up at the beautiful blanket of stars above her, as well as the moon, unobscured by the harsh glare of city lights, it was easy to forget how high up they were. “I really do love it. The stars are almost as beautiful as you are.”

Bluefeather couldn’t help but smile at that. “Don't let the Goddess of the Night hear you say that,” she said, kissing her young lover, a kiss which she trailed slowly all the way down her neck.

Cyclone let out a giggle which turned into a low pleasured moan, “I think she can take the criticism, babe.”

“Have you met her?” Bluefeather asked, her kisses trailing delicately over her right shoulder.

“Y-Yeah,” Cyclone squirmed, each tender kiss sending sparks flying through her body which nestled in her core, setting her alight, “Oooh…hmmm…a-a few times. A little…hmmm…while back, I was round the palace all the time.”

Bluefeather wasn’t quite sure if she believed that or not. “I'm sure it was your centrefold shot that drew her attention…” she purred silkily as she kissed her way down near Cyclone’s right wing joint.

Immediately, Cyclone’s wings sprang out from her body with an audible *poomf*, forming a very impressive wingboner on the cloud surface. “Aaah...I'm uh...sure it was Blue...that and we were friends with her hmmm....her son.”

Now, Bluefeather was sure her old hind legs were being pulled, still, it was a harmless fib, so she decided to make nothing of it. She was more concerned with Cyclone and her wings. “Oh, very nice spread, my love.” With that, she deeply nuzzled her secondary feathers. “Prince Dusk is a friend?” Like Tartarus, he was, but she decided to play along. “That would make life interesting…” she started a slow sensual preen, just as a pegasus hovered overhead and clapped his hooves before flying on wherever he was going.

“H-He was...aaaah...we drifted apart....hmm...now we're tight again...” Cyclone moaned and cooed with pleasure as Bluefeather started her preen. Since she had a mouthful of feathers, she had stopped talking, one hoof though continued to play with her flight muscles. “AAaaAAAH damn that's good!”

That gave Bluefeather cause for a brief pause. “Of course it is, hun,” she giggled and continued with her preen. This time though, she allowed her rear leg to drift over Cyclone’s and to lie between them.

“Aaahn...” Cyclone gasped, spreading her hind legs and, in the process, she wetted Bluefeather’s leg that was between her own.

Before she reached Cyclone’s primary feathers, Bluefeather paused. “How long has it been, Cy?” she asked gently as she gave each primary feather a slow lick from the base up to the tip. Overhead, several pegasi slowed down their flight to look before moving on.

“Well...'Dancer hmmm...sh-she left me a year and a bit after the conference demotion thing, so...hmmm....yeah...” Cyclone didn’t get to finish her sentence. The moment she heard the ‘year and a bit’, Bluefeather upped the sensuality of her preening. Her leg stayed firmly pressed on Cyclone’s upper thigh and tantalisingly over one breast. “Ga-Gaaah...ooooh... B-Blue!” she moaned, her juices starting to leak out into the cloud.

Thoroughly enjoying her work, Bluefeather kept up her pace until she heard a stallion shout from above. “Need any help there, Blue?”

Pausing for a moment, Bluefeather looked up into the night sky and saw a familiar friendly face illuminated in the moonlight. “I have this under control, Tinsel. Watch all you want though.” She said, quickly going back to work on Cyclone’s wing before she could stop panting. The stallion, a brown pegasus with a flowing white mane, lands nearby.

“Hmm...” Cyclone was getting properly into the preen, she found she was getting really turned on now that she had an audience.

The stallion, Tinsel, sat back on the cloud with a forehoof between his hind legs as Bluefeather finished Cyclone’s right wing and she proceeded to kiss / nibble her way along the bone structure back to her chest. Once she was at her lover’s barrel, she kissed across over to the secondary feathers of Cyclone’s left wing. Her other hind leg was still high on her thigh and draped over the other breast.

As Bluefeather preened her secondary feathers, Cyclone bent her neck and slowly kisses up and down her lover’s neck, her forelegs exploring around her body. She was getting into it when she heard an unknown mare’s voice. “Need some help there, Tinsel?”

Tinsel, sporting a rather impressive erection, grinned. “I’d love some, Trips.” With that, a sky blue mare with a yellow mane landed and ducked her muzzle under Tinsel while he was busy watching Bluefeather and her new playmate.

“He-Hey Blue...” Cyclone murmured as she kissed her way down Bluefeather’s neck to her wing, “we should put on a really good show, huh?”

“You're the centrefold, and I'd expect no less.”

“I'm an awesome centrefold, babes.” Cyclone whispered as she nibbled on Bluefeather’s right wing. While she was working, Cyclone noted that her lover’s wings were spread wide like her own, as was the stallion’s, but the mare under him had full wing control.

A few feet above her, she saw another pair of pegasi stallions form the ‘pony with two heads’, while next to them, in flight, another stallion mounted his mare with his legs wrapped around her to help keep her wings in check. She saw his wings holding them both in the air, not an easy manoeuvre at all, but they pulled it off.

Smiling up at Bluefeather, Cyclone nibble-kissed her way along the leading edge of her wing, while Bluefeather busied herself with nibbling Cyclone’s left primaries. A short distance away from them, Tinsel began to snort, thanks in no small part to Trips deep throating his cock in her well-trained throat. The pair of stallions above them moved out of sight to another nearby cloud. “Aaahn...” Cyclone cooed as Bluefeather expertly nibbled on her feathers, her own nibbling moving to her lover’s outer leading edge as her forehoof wandered down her front.

Soon, Bluefeather finished up her preening of Cyclone’s left wing and she moved along the flesh back to her heaving chest and up her neck for a very deep kiss. Cyclone kissed the older mid grey mare deeply in return, sliding her tongue into her mouth, rubbing her breasts over her lover’s. “Time to my lover squeal.” Bluefeather said, trailing fresh kisses and nibbles all the way down Cyclone’s neck, chest, and belly.

“NAaaah!” very obediently, the jet black mare squealed loudly, more of her juices leaking out as Bluefeather reached her breasts.

Next to them on the cloud, Tinsel snorted, grunted and, he had a look of sheer bliss all over his face as he came deep in Trips’s throat. After a long, long moment, she came up licking her lips having not spilt a drop. Moving past Cyclone’s breasts, she dived in between her hind legs with no preamble. “Enjoy that?” Trips asked, savouring the taste on her tongue.

Tinsel, breathing heavily, nodded at his mate. “Oh yeah, you know it.”

“So, return the favour and do that to me.”

“Oh, yeah!” As Trips flopped onto her back on the cloud, her sky blue wings popped out from her sides while Tinsel went down on his mate. A few more pegasi, flying overhead, saw what they were up to and made a slow circle, cheering them on before they moved on.

“Aaah...oooh Blue just there...hmm yeeeeeees!” Cyclone sighed happily as Bluefeather’s tongue and muzzle delved ever deeper into her sopping wet marehood. Wasting no time, the mid grey mare was going at it with a passion. As Cyclone arched her back, she could hear Trips squealing with joy. Holding Bluefeather’s blue mane, Cyclone started bucking her hips up into her face, riding her muzzle hard. “AAAH yeeees!”

With very little effort at all, Bluefeather brought Cyclone over the top of her orgasmic bliss and built her up again, her goal to get three out of her. “Ooooh MYYYY!” Cyclone shrieked like a mare possessed as she came for the second and third times, her juices drenching Bluefeather’s mouth and muzzle, her hooves scratching behind her lover’s ears.

Once she was satisfied, Bluefeather relented. Having reached her own orgasm, Trips was cuddling with Tinsel under the stars. “Very refreshing, my love.” She giggled, “Seems you have wet the cloud without your nappy though.”

“Y-Yeah...I MMMmmm I h-have a real problem with that…” Cyclone didn’t really care, she was in utter bliss.

Situated between Cyclone’s hind legs, Bluefeather gave her lover’s dripping wet snatch one more long slow lap straight up the middle before moving up alongside her on the cloud. “I seem to have a bit of wing issue,” she purred in her ear, “can you fix that for me?”

“Yes!” Cyclone squeaked once she had her breath back, which didn’t take long at all. “I'm a great fixer of wing issues. Gimme!” with that, she sat up and scooted around behind Bluefeather and she ran her hooves along the leading edges of both of the mid grey pegasus’s wings.

As Trips and Tinsel both took off from the cloud, heading back up to Cloudhatten, Cyclone giggled, the jet black mare taking her sweet time licking and nibbling all along the edge of Bluefeather’s left wing while her forehooves gently and tenderly caressed the primary feathers of both wings.

When Cyclone’s hooves reached the blue tinted parts of her feathers that gave the mid grey pegasus her name, Bluefeather giggled. “Hmm…Cy, that tickles!”

“Hmhmm…” Cyclone murmured, kissing her way up to the outer edge of Bluefeather’s left wing and she started to delicately suck on the largest primary feather, taking the blue edge in her mouth.

Bluefeather was surprised. Pleasantly so. For such a young mare, the way she ran her tongue along her feathers was nothing short of world beating. “Your skill belies your age, my dear Cy.” She rolled her head back, her tongue hanging out as she panted, “Oh, yessss, yessssss!”

“I am good, aren't I?” Cyclone giggled with no trace of ego at all as she used her muzzle to thoroughly explore the depths of Bluefeather’s outstretched grey wing, delving deftly to run her tongue slowly along each feather in turn as her right hoof snaked its way around her so she could gently rub circles around her breasts.

“Y-You are a most attentive lover, kind, and tender.” Bluefeather breathed heavily, her marehood dripping wet and her nipples rock hard. “I'm putty in your wonderful hooves,” she said, making a kissing noise into the air.

“And lucky you gets to have this all day, every day...” Cyclone smiled, whispering deep into her lover’s ear as she made a start preening her secondary feathers, her hoof gently flicking over her nipples.

“Everyday?” Bluefeather questioned, though right then and there she was hardly in a position to argue. Not that she wanted to, at all. “You seek to slay me through ecstasy alone.

Cyclone spoke, though her voice was muffled by the feathers she was sucking on. “Every.” She teased the feather straight with her teeth, “single.” She rubbed both nipples with her hooves now, “day.”

“S-So my OooOOOH…my only hope for escape is to put you in the time out corner?” she asked with a smile, though she was literally on cloud nine from the amazingly sensual and erotic preening she was receiving.

“Hmhmm!” Cyclone moaned, licking her way along a tertiary feather while her forehooves traced slow sensual circles around her breasts and nipples, “only if you don't want jumping on the moment you get home from work.”

Bluefeather laughed at that, “Good thing you're not an earth pony then, hmm?”

Cyclone slowly, very slowly, kissed her way across Bluefeather’s grey back to start on her other wing, taking care as she went to nibble at the wing joints, both her hooves working both nipples as she went. “If I was an earth pony, you'd still get this every day.”

As the young black mare passed over her wing joints, Bluefeather shuddered involuntarily, electric jolts of pleasure shooting all through her body, setting all her pleasure points on fire. “But, my dear, my back would be a bit sorer with you jumping me each day.”

“Ihen I'd be gentle,” Cyclone said with a giggle as she slowly dragged her tongue up the length of the longest primary on the right wing. “Like this.”

“Yes,” Bluefeather moaned, “so gentle, I may melt though this cloud.”

“If you did, I'd catch you in my hooves.” While Cyclone preened her lover’s wing, her left hoof wandered a little lower, down to pay close attention to her marehood as she nibbled and sucked on another primary feather.

“Ohhhh that is good,” Bluefeather moaned in sheer pleasure, feeling a sky-shattering climax fast approaching thanks to her young lover’s ministrations. “Mmmmmhhhmmm, to know you'd catch me as we fall thousands of feet and save me from my doom…” she said slyly, one eye half open looking at Cyclone’s reaction, the other closed.

“Wh-What…th-thousands...of f-feet...” Cyclone hesitated ever so slightly in her licking of Bluefeather’s feathers, her hoof poised at her clitoral hood. That certainly gave her pause, for she had managed, up until now, to shut out the fact that they were indeed thousands of feet in the air, nothing below them and the night sky above. “F-For you...I-I'd f-fall....th-th-thousands of fe-feet…”

Stopping the preening, just for a moment, Bluefeather turned around and hugged Cyclone tightly to her. She could tell the fear and terror in her voice, but she could also tell she was telling the truth. “For that, I thank you, and pledge my love to you. Now, kiss me and get back to preening.” Quickly, Cyclone kissed her lips and, as the older mare turned back around, the jet black pegasus returned to her preening, her left hoof now making contact with her hard clitoris.

Bluefeather shook and shivered, her hind legs quivering with the force of her burgeoning climax. “N-Now AaaaaAAH…th-that is pr-preening of the highest order!”

“Enjoy, my love...” Cyclone purred, stroking her lover’s hard clit with her hoof. Several rubs later and Bluefeather screamed Cyclone’s name loudly into the night, earning her generous applause from the neighbouring clouds.

“Did you enjoy the audience?” Bluefeather asked, ten minutes later, laid on the cloud next to Cyclone when she finally had her breath back.

“Yuppers...” Cyclone trailed off and grinned, in spite of the cuddle-fest she was enjoying. Little spoon suited her just fine. “Damn you Wily, yes Blue, yes I did, babes. The audience was amazingly hot.”

Behind her, Bluefeather tilted her head curiously. “And why would you damn a sweet little blind pegasus all the way to Tartarus?”

Cyclone smiled, “she says 'yuppers' all the time, it’s kinda her thing.”

“You've lost me, you silly filly.”

Turning around in the cuddle, Cyclone kissed her older lover’s lips. “It’s just a thing she says, that she's always said. I guess being around her again, it’s kinda rubbed off,” she placed a second kiss, this time on her nose, “don’t worry about it.”

Bluefeather kissed her back. “Okay, I can do that, but I'll be looking for your little quirks, missy.”

“I don't have quirks, I have lovable whimsies.”

“Riiiiight…” Bluefeather snickered, wholly believing her on that score. “Time to get you back in your nappy for the ride home. You do want a ride, right, Cy?”

Quickly, very quickly indeed, Cyclone nodded her head, fear in her voice once more. “Yes babes, very much yes!” there was no way in the universe she was flying home on her own.

“On your back then, little filly.” Before she finished her sentence, Cyclone had rolled over onto her back, lifting her hind legs up to assume the position. As she had many years of practise, Bluefeather had her lover’s pink nappy back around her waist in short order and with little fuss. “You are so cute in that!”

“Oh, I know,” Cyclone leant up and stole a quick cheeky kiss from the older mare’s lips, “you're pretty cute too!”

“I know that, too!” Bluefeather giggled as she lowered herself down to the cloud. “C’mon, climb on.”

As she crawled up onto the older mare’s back and held tight, Cyclone giggled, “I meant what I said Blue, if you fell, I'd catch you.”

“I know you would hun, and I'd have to change your nappy afterwards.”

“That goes without saying!”

Bluefeather chuckled, an idea forming in her head. “Direct route, or scenic route?”

Seeing as she was already up here, there really was only one answer, wasn’t there? “The scenic route, please, I'll try to keep my eyes open.”

“Then look with me and see the beauty of the night.” Bluefeather smiled and, very gently, she took off into the fresh inky blackness of the night sky, the powerful strokes of her grey wings allowing them to climb steadily as she turned to face the large silver orb of the moon.

“Wow...it’s beautiful up here - scary, but beautiful - just think...” she breathed, her voice full of fascinated awe as she stared up at the moon’s surface, every crater clearly visible, “Princess Luna was up there...”

Bluefeather smiled as she flew as slowly as she could without stalling, in order to prolong the tour. “Forgive me if I don't want to visit her old digs. Clear skies like this is what made me want to be a weather pony. Wait till I get some cloud between us and Cloudhatten.”

Cyclone sniggered, “I don't think she's letting it out as a vacation spot,” she laughed, then she had a very sexy thought indeed, “hey...Blue...do you think she'd send us there for like an hour or so?”

“Who knows what royalty might do, but then you've met her.” Bluefeather replied, though she still wasn’t wholly convinced on that. “I only heard second hoof about her last visit to Manehatten, the other week. Nothing like when Princess Celestia visited. So much prep work with her!”

Cyclone giggled, so relaxed was she that her death-grip around her lover’s neck wasn’t as tight as it was before. “Yeah, that sounds like Luna. Spur of the moment alright. No...see, I was thinking...I'm an exhibitionist, so are you, and well...”

“You just want to moon Equestria from the moon, don't you?”

At that, Cyclone blushed, a blush so intense that Bluefeather felt its heat on the back of her neck. “Just imagine making out with a hot sexy mare and the whole world can see you...hmmm!” she finished by biting her lip, very aroused at the thoughts in her head.

“If they have some powerful telescope like Princess Twilight has, then maybe.” Bluefeather surprised herself by actually entertaining the notion. “We could paint ourselves in dayglow colours, to make sure we stand out.”

“That sounds awesome!”

“I'll leave you to work out the details.” Bluefeather chuckled as she landed on another cloud that she had been aiming for. “Here’s my cloud.”

When her ride landed, Cyclone quickly crawled off of her back and onto the latest rest stop. “Assuming I could swing it, would you be up for it?”

‘She’s really serious, isn’t she?’ Bluefeather didn’t know what to make of that, at all. ‘Has she been telling the truth? Does she really know the Prince and the Princess?’ “With you, my little dare devil, I'm up for anything.” When she rolled onto her back, she faced away from the moon. “Now, look at the sky with no moon to hinder our view and no lights from below.”

When Cyclone rolled onto her back, she scooched in very close to Bluefeather’s side, putting a foreleg around her neck. “Just…look at those stars!” she breathed, staring up at the twinkling lights hanging high above them.

“This is my personal cloud. It’s one of my favourite places to relax.”

“Yeah...I like it...” Cyclone held her lover tight, her blue eyes never leaving the sight of the stars. “You know...” she said as Bluefeather nuzzled her, “Dusk taught us a poem about how Luna makes the night sky.”

“You sure he wasn't pulling your leg at his mom's expense?” she asked, deciding to at last believe her. She fancied herself a good reader of character, and Cyclone didn’t seem like she was lying.

“Nopes. She taught it him like Celestia taught it to her. Do you want to hear it?”

“Of course I do.”

“Oh, hang on,” Cyclone tapped her chin with her hoof, casting her mind way back to her many nights spent in Dusk’s suite at Canterlot palace. “I'll see if I remember it all...”

“Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars

Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars

Who has placed the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far now,
Who will paint the midnight star?

Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars

Who has placed the midnight sky
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far now,
Who will paint the midnight star?

Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.”

“Which star is the Midnight Star?” Bluefeather asked with genuine curiosity as she scanned the beautiful night sky. She was ashamed to say they all seemed rather alike. “As for me, I quite like that red one there.”

Cyclone glanced up, searching the sky until she found what she was looking for. “Do you see that really bright belt of five stars shining brighter than the rest, over there?” she asked, pointing with her hoof.

“Yes.”

“Those are the Midnight Stars,” Cyclone explained, once more having to remember the stories that Dusk told her years ago. “There’s one for every lover Luna ever had or has.”

Bluefeather was impressed. “Wow, that is quite a tribute. Which one is Lady Octavia’s star?”

Again, Cyclone pointed to the belt of five stars. “Octavia’s is the large one in the centre of the belt. The one to the left of that one is for a mare called Sky Dive. I’m afraid I don’t know who the other three are for. They were created way before the Princess’s banishment.”

Bluefeather flicked her ears at the name ‘Sky Dive’. “Oh, I heard that name back in history class. There is a bronze statue of her in the Manehatten Museum of Art.”

“Is there really?” Cyclone asked, never one for fine art. “I'd like to see that. We, my friends and I, all knew the marble one back in the Canterlot royal gardens.” She laughed, remembering the time Air Raid got very, very drunk and passed out on her statue. “Luna was with Sky Dive when she was banished.”

“That makes sense,” Bluefeather commented, “since history says that Sky Dive was the one that turned her over to Celestia for punishment.”

“Yeah...she loved Luna with all her heart, she um, she couldn't handle what she became when the Nightmare took her.”

“That has to be tough, when your lover turns on you like that.”

“I bet,” Cyclone nodded solemnly, staring up at the Midnight Stars. “According to Dusk, Sky Dive stood by her side right up until she started killing innocents, then she alerted Celestia, that lead to the showdown in the Castle of the Two Sisters in the Everfree Forest.”

“That is in the past and now, Princess Luna is back.” Bluefeather stated, though there was a hint of a sigh in her tone. “Some in this town would like to see her take a more active role in the running of things.”

“Truth be told, I would too. Canterlot needs a shake-up.”

“I do try to avoid politics where I can,” the older mare grinned, “but with a friend like Caffy, that can be difficult.”

“I get that, zebras were, are, Luna's best supporters, from what I remember of history from Uni.”

“You just have to listen to his aunt to get an earful of that.” Bluefeather said, laughing out loud, before she went very serious indeed. “Cyclone,” she started quietly, almost nervously, “will you be my marefriend?”

“Bluefeather,” the jet black mare answered, being just as serious as her partner was, “I would be honoured indeed to be your marefriend.”

“Squall, will you let me be your nanna and take care of you?”

“Yes nanna!”

When Bluefeather hugged Cyclone this time, somehow the beauteous majesty of the stars in the night sky didn’t seem to matter anymore. All she was focussed on was the mare held in her legs. “I have the best of both worlds, then.”

Cyclone returned the hug, like her lover, all she could see were the older mare’s shining eyes. “Speaking for Squall, will you let her be your filly, pushing you just a little?”

“What are your limits on discipline?”

That was a good question, and Cyclone gave it the consideration it deserved. “Well, I like a sound spanking, that's about the limit, I don’t really care for being hurt too much.”

‘Aw! She is go preciously girly!’ Bluefeather thought to herself with a wide smile all over her face. “Is it okay if done in public?”

Cyclone’s eyes lit up, all sparkly and big. “Do you promise?”

Bluefeather’s heart couldn’t melt anymore at how cute and adorable Cyclone was. “Keep your misbehaviour age appropriate and I think you'll be very pleased.”

“I will do sweetie,” Cyclone kissed Bluefeather’s cheek, adding an affectionate nuzzle for good measure. “There, that's my inner filly happy, now...as for me, I'm gonna need a job, aren’t I?”

“Come, let’s go home.” Bluefeather nuzzled Cyclone’s cheek and her neck. “Job can wait the weekend till Monday.” She said definitely, rolling over onto her belly on the little cloud so that Cyclone could mount her for a ride home.

Straightaway, Cyclone crawled over the cloud surface and onto Bluefeather’s waiting back. “I do love your pony rides, sexy.”

As soon as her marefriend was on her back, with her familiar hold gripping around her neck, the mid grey weather manager lifted off from her personal cloud and she dived over the edge, flying straight for Cloudhatten and her home. “Your first night,” she said over her shoulder, impressed that Cyclone had her eyes open. “My bed or the crib?”

“Hmm that's a toughie...can I go in the crib?” Cyclone answered after a few minutes of intense contemplation. “Please?”

Bluefeather giggled, “I do own one for a reason, you know.” Smiling, she flew straight down to her three storey house and landed at the back deck that lead to the bedroom and walked inside. Trotting past her large bedroom into the hall, she was soon back in the brightly coloured foal room.

Trotting through the room, she opened a door at the other end and carried Cyclone through to the bedroom with an adult sized crib, a foal monitor, mobile of pegasi, griffons, and even wendigoes. The jet black mare noticed that there were no blankets or pillows in the bright pink crib.

Bluefeather at once mentally kicked herself, although in her defence it had been a couple of years since she had cared for a foal. Still, it was easily remedied. “I have bedding in blue, pink, black, and white. Do you have any preference?”

“Pink please babes,” Cyclone answered quickly. Pink was always her favourite colour, adult or foal. “Squall is quite a girly filly, and besides which, you wouldn't see me against black.”

“I think I can find what matters,” Bluefeather commented with a smile as she trotted over to the closet and pulled out the pink bed set. “That being your cute little black flank,” she giggled as she set the sheets on the thick mattress in the crib.

Cyclone giggled, watching her new marefriend work preparing the crib. “Just look for the tornado on my butt, you’ll find me.”

“I like the way your butt twists and turns.” Bluefeather giggled as she finished making the crib up. “You need a nappy change?”

“I mean, seriously, my name's Cyclone and I get a tornado cutie mark‽” Cyclone exclaimed with a good natured giggle. She did however check herself, just in case and found that between the cloud and here she had peed in her nappy and she’d never realised it. “Yes please hun, a change would be wise.”

Nodding, Bluefeather led her marefriend over to a nearby as yet unused low changing table and she patted it with her hoof. Obediently, Cyclone hopped up onto the changing table. As soon as her mare lifted up her hind legs, Bluefeather deftly removed the very wet nappy.

Working quickly with well-practised hooves, Bluefeather wiped Cyclone clean and, once this was done, she re-powdered her black behind. Reaching under the changing table, she pulled out and applied a fresh, clean, dry nappy before going back to the closet. Cyclone laid on the changing table, watching her lover walk, her eyes on her flank. “This should fit you,” she said, returning with a bright pink onesie decorated with yellow sunflowers.

Cyclone’s blue eyes went wide, “that's so adorable! Um...don't tell anypony else it has flowers, please…”

“Really, we shall see.” Bluefeather adeptly fitted the onesie on her marefriend. She was very pleased to discover that it fitted her really rather well. Beaming with pride, she pinched Cyclone’s cheek with her hoof. “You are just the cutest pegasus around! Now, let’s get you off to bed.”

Cyclone clapped her now onesie covered hooves together, utterly delighted. “It’s like it was made for me!”

Bluefeather carried Cyclone over to the crib and pulled down the safety rail. Hugging her older marefriend, Cyclone gave the back of her neck a delicate little kiss before she climbed up into the crib. “In you go, Cy.” She beamed proudly as she watched her onesied mare wriggle about and get comfy. As soon as she was laid down, Bluefeather pulled up the bright pink blanket and tucked her in. “Bedtime story?”

Laying in the crib, all tucked in with her head on the soft pillow, Cyclone looked up at Bluefeather with big wide eyes. “Pwease nanna?”

“How about Good night Luna?”

“I'd love it, thank you!” again, Cyclone clapped her onesie covered hooves. She loved that book.

Taking the thick cardboard book from a low shelf full of other similar foal stories and books. Sitting down, she began to read, “Good night light, and the red balloon. Good night bears. Good night chairs…” as she read the story, Cyclone yawned a very deep yawn and, rolling on her side, she faced Bluefeather with her eyes heavy.

Reading, Bluefeather soon finished the story, “In a great green room, tucked away in bed, is a little filly. Good night room, Good night Luna. Keep my dreams safe this night.” Closing the book she was pleased to see Cyclone asleep, a smile on her face.

Standing up, Bluefeather leaned over the side of the crib, she kissed Cyclone’s forehead. “Good night my precious little filly.” She quietly raised up the safety rail of the crib and she made sure the night light was on before leaving the room. Snoring happily, Cyclone rolled over, pulling the comforter around her in a soft warm pink cocoon.