Saturday morning rolled around and, with the warm summer sun shining through the open window of her bedroom, Bluefeather rolled over on her very comfortable cloud mattress and felt a mass beside her that wasn’t there the night before. With her eyes still closed, the forty year old mare’s first thought was that she’d gotten lucky. Her second thought, as she opened her eyes and saw Cyclone snoring next to her in her bright pink onesie with the yellow butterflies, was that she had gotten lucky.

Using her blue tinted wing to shield her eyes from the intrusive sunlight that had woken her, Bluefeather nestled in tight to her new marefriend and, with her muzzle close to her ear, whispered, “You'd think I'd learn by now that the foal should be in the crib, hmm?”

Feeling the vibrations in her ear, as well as her lover’s voice, Cyclone woke up, squinting against the light that shone into her eyes. “He-Hey...” she smiled, “I know I should, but I might've had a nightmare, in the night, and I wanted a cuddle, and you were all cuddly and warm, so I stayed here.”

Bluefeather really couldn’t argue with that, could she? And, besides, it was nice waking up to a cuddle for once. “Then I can cuddle you till you feel safe again, can’t I?” she asked, placing a kiss to Cyclone’s lips. “Still, you know you don't have to be a foal all the time, but I can live with that too.”

Quickly, for she too had wanted a mare to wake up to in the morning instead of her Radiance plush toy, Cyclone returned the kiss. “I don't fancy it all the time,” she started, rubbing their noses together, “'tis a fun game to play though.” With another kiss, she paused and smiled as she felt the sudden strong urine smell coming from her pink nappy. “That has to stay on, though, no matter what.”

“I think somepony, not a thousand miles away, could use a nappy change.” Bluefeather giggled behind her hoof, “Wait right there.”

Stretching her legs in her pink onesie, Cyclone smiled. “Why thanks, sexy.”

Hopping out of her large cloud bed, Bluefeather trotted over to a nearby chest of drawers and retrieved the fluffy padded changing mat from the top, as well as a pink nappy decorated with white bunnies. While it had been a while since her last foal, it never hurt to keep supplies to hoof.

Laying out the changing mat on the floor beside the bed, she carefully moved Cyclone on top of it. “At least mares are easier to change than stallions,” Bluefeather mused out loud.

Looking up at her marefriend and her nanna, Cyclone couldn’t help but giggle. “We are? How?”

‘You’re far more adorable, for one thing,’ Bluefeather thought to herself as she skilfully removed Cyclone’s sopping wet nappy. “As soon as I do that on a stallion they pee! Goes everywhere. For mares I just need to be careful of bladder infection.” She explained, taking out a wipe and making sure Cyclone was clean and dry.

“Ha!” Cyclone laughed, a little dribble of pee leaking from her that she didn’t notice and that her marefriend cleaned up, “oh I see...hmmm…” she squirmed a little as she was wiped clean, “MMmm you're thorough with that, aren’t you?”

Bluefeather just smiled that well-practised ‘nanna’ smile as she made sure that Cyclone’s back side was also clean. “Does my little filly want to try using the potty?”

“Oh!” Cyclone gasped, her blue eyes going very wide almost the exact same moment her marefriend asked, she felt a familiar lurch in her gut. “Ooh yes! Yes I need to go, unless you want the other to clean up!” she rolled over to her jet black hooves, rear end unprotected, and danced in place.

“Want is not the right word.” Bluefeather corrected her young marefriend as she got up quickly and led her through to the adjacent bathroom. She recognised the urgent ‘toilet dance’, and knew time was short. “Willing is. I'm proud of my filly for using the toilet, but I understand you can't always do so.”

“I'm glad I'm black,” Cyclone said as she followed Bluefeather through to the bathroom, “It means you can't see my blush. I do try and control it, but it's not always doable, y’know?”

“What I'm here for, my dear little one.” As Bluefeather placed an adult sized foal board over the toilet - which did very little to change things – she resolved to do something about that, both with the zebra in Ponyville and Cyclone’s apparent reluctance to go back to her. “There it is, all safe for you to use.”

Very eagerly, for she felt the painful cramps in her guts lurch all the harder, Cyclone bounced up onto the foal board with a very grateful smile all over her face. “That’s just one of the reasons why I love you so much, Blue.”

“Remember to lift your pretty little tail out of the way. I love you, too.”

“Oh!” mentally facehooving, Cyclone lifted her turquoise tail just in time as her bowels opened up and she took care of her very smelly, very messy business, her waste thundering into the toilet below her. “Aaah...ooh yeah, that was close!”

“I'm sure you'll do better and better,” Bluefeather asserted, particularly as she was determined to talk her marefriend into going back to Ponyville. “I'm very pound of you, now let me wipe you clean.”

“Um...o-okay…” standing on the pan, Cyclone turned around and, keeping her tail well up and out of the way, she presented her messy behind to her lover.

‘She is just the most adorable thing!’ “You don't have to move dear, I can get around a little filly, though I do appreciate the effort.” Taking up the toilet paper, Bluefeather went in for a quick and expert job of cleaning Cyclone’s messy behind and dropped the used tissue in the toilet. “Do you want to flush?”

“Yeps!” Cyclone brightened up immediately, her embarrassment vanishing as fast as it appeared and she pulled down the flush. “I did it!”

Bluefeather wrapped Cyclone up in a very tight hug. “Very good!” with that done, she led her young lover out of the bathroom and back to her cloud bed, where she helped her up. “Now, I know you're a big filly, but I want to put the nappy on you, just in case you can't wait, okay sweetie?”

Cyclone nodded eagerly, “you should, just in case this big filly can't wait.” The very, very last thing she wanted to do was mess anywhere in her new marefriend’s expensive and obviously well-kept home. Yes, she had done it in her own place, but her house was a cloud-quake magnet that she didn’t care about. This was different.

Applying the talcum powder generously all over Cyclone’s upturned ass, Bluefeather quickly had the pink nappy with the white bunnies strapped around her waist. “There! All ready to face the world!” she declared, giving her a lingering kiss. “Now, Cyclone, there are some things we need to talk about.”

Rolling over, with a wide smile on her face, Cyclone said, “I didn't do it.”

Bluefeather simply raised an eyebrow. “Did you enjoy yesterday?”

“Yep!” Cyclone was still smiling, though she recognised the serious tone in her marefriend’s voice. “I had a great time at the park, it was nice meeting your friends; Singer and Prance. Would’ve been nice to meet Rimshot and Vine, but they were playing in the sandbox, and no offense, I’m not going near a sandbox.”

“Do you think I'm a proper caretaker?”

“Sure I do, you've taken care of me well enough,” Cyclone answered with a nod of her head. In her opinion Bluefeather was, as Wildfire would’ve no doubt said, ‘properly awesomes’.

“Do you want me to be more?”

If she answered quickly before, this time Cyclone didn’t hesitate to nod her head so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “Yes! Yes I would!”

That was just what Bluefeather wanted to hear. True, she had asked Cyclone to be her marefriend last night, but the forty year old mare wanted to be sure. “Well then, we need to get your stuff, don’t we?” when the jet black mare gave her a curious look, she giggled, “So you can move in here. I do have the weekend free.”

Cyclone tapped her hooves together uncertainly, “I mean, if you'll have me, I um, well, I mean I know there's an age gap between us, and, and...” she paused when she realised that one, she was rambling, and two, Bluefeather’s words finally sank in. “We, we do, need to move in?”

Bluefeather laughed, a laugh that got louder when Cyclone had finished rambling and realised finally what she was saying to her. “We do, I can't have you ride the train alone, can I? Too much paperwork.”

“Oh um,” Cyclone smiled sheepishly, “well, I don't have all that much to bring really, just a few boxes…”

That settled it, for Bluefeather, anyway. Her place was more than big enough for a few boxes. “I thought a train trip would be nice and the next one leaves at nine a.m. and, seeing as it is the express train, it will be there in Canterlot by eleven p.m. tonight. You can put me up for the night, yes?”

“Of course Blue!” Cyclone jumped up on the bed and kissed her marefriend’s nose, “there's plenty of room over at my old place!” Well, plenty of room was pushing it a bit, but Cyclone would deal with that technicality later.

“Good,” Bluefeather smiled, “There is a slower return at noon on Sunday will have us back before five a.m. Monday morning. I really want to see what is in your 'few' boxes of stuff.”

“Oh...” Cyclone giggled, waving her hoof in the air as she thought of her Avengers figurines, Power Pony figures, Buffy figures, and her small mountain of comics. “There’s just stuff, um, DVDs, photos, foal stuff and some collectible…stuff.”

“I'm sure,” Bluefeather smiled sweetly, “but maybe you're a naughty little filly and I might find something of special interest…” she whispered silkily in her ear, “I can't have you hiding those, can I?”

“Well...” Cyclone flustered on her marefriend’s bed, “my toys aren't just restricted to Power Ponies, you know. I do have some naughty adult pictures you might like.”

Bluefeather tapped her chin with her hoof, pretending to think it over. “Interesting, maybe after we return I can show some of mine, hmm?”

“I'd really like that,” Cyclone started, then she paused when a thought occurred to her. “Oh hey, you remember the Playcolt spread? I totally got that blown up and framed on my wall!”

Now, Bluefeather was very interested in that. She had an idea, an idea centred around her empty office wall and that Playcolt spread. “Such a pretty filly you still are. Do you want to ride in a fresh onesie?”

“Yes please hun!”

“Hmm, I don't have a lot of choices for pegasi…” she mused out loud, more to herself than to Cyclone as she ran through the options in her head, “Anything is good with your fur, of course, but the mane. Hmmm, does my filly want purple or emerald green?”

“Purple please!” Cyclone squeaked, though as she was sat idly, out of habit she absent mindedly started to suck on her hoof.

Grinning, Bluefeather quickly prepared a foal bag, this didn’t take too long as she had the things close to hoof. She was a little distracted by the cuteness overload that was Cyclone sucking her hoof. Once her bag was packed with all the things she thought she’d need, she got her marefriend dressed for the trip. As soon as the purple onesie was on her, she put on herself a vest to hold some items she thought they may need. “I have colouring books and colours. Is there a book you'd like me to read?”

Seeing as they were going on a train, Cyclone knew just the books to ask her older lover for. “Oh! Have you got the Friendship Express and Friends railway stories, please?”

Bluefeather chuckled, patting Cyclone’s turquoise mane. “As it happens, I do have the Friendship Express series. Would you like one of those?”

“Ooh yes! Yes please! I love the Friendship Express! Can you do the voices? Please‽”

“Calm down my little filly.” Bluefeather pulled down two of the Friendship Express books and she even packed a second set of clothes for her lover. “I will on the train, I promise.” She then packed a conservative dress for herself.

“You will?” Cyclone pumped the air with her hoof and her smile lit up the room. “Aw sweet!”

“Would you like a bottle or some mash for breakfast, sweetie?” Bluefeather asked once her foal travel bag was all packed and they were both dressed.

“Ooh,” Cyclone replied quickly, for her head was as always ruled by her empty belly, which rumbled its opinion, “can I have some mash now and a bottle for the train?”

“Of course you can,” Bluefeather said, leading her eager marefriend out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the spotlessly clean kitchen. “Let me help you up into your high seat.” She lifted up her giggling filly, who – helpfully – held up her forehooves for the ‘upsies’.

Once Bluefeather had her situated and secured in the high chair, she placed a white and pink bib around her neck, complete with a yellow cartoon train. “I have cauliflower, sweet pea, and pumpkin.”

“Yay!” Cyclone clapped her onesie covered hooves, once again so easily getting into character. This for her was more than just role play. “I like those...um...pumpkin, please!”

As she prepared the mash, Bluefeather smiled, impressed at how easily and with such enthusiasm her marefriend assumed her role. “I may have to go shopping for more flavours.” She said, placing the full bowl in front of the adult foal. “You want to try to use the spoon?”

“Yep!” Cyclone squeaked, banging her hooves on the high chair board, “I'm a big filly you see!” wanting to make a good impression, she picked up the spoon, fighting her urge to plant her face in the mash, and lifted up a bite-sized portion to her mouth.

Ever ready with a napkin held in her blue-tinted wingtip, Bluefeather cheered her on. “You're doing great, Cy!”

“I am?” Cyclone asked, swallowing her mash and fumbling a little with the plastic spoon.

“You are!” Bluefeather beamed happily. “You are such a big filly!”

Cyclone veritably glowed with the praise she had been given, her black wings fluttering with pride. “I can get the Express in the tunnel, watch!” with that, she made a very big show of getting the spoon in her mouth, even adding a loud, “Choo! Choo!” for extra effect.

“Toot! Toot!” Bluefeather joined in with the train whistle and Cyclone, unable to stop her giggles in time, spilled some of the pumpkin mash down her chin, which the older mare quickly dabbed up with the napkin. “Must be some bumpy track,” she commented, kissing her nose.

“The choo choo giggled!” Cyclone protested playfully.

“Choo choo’s don't giggle, they go…” Bluefeather paused as she took up a glass of water, “chuga chuga chuga!” she drank the water in one, winking at Cyclone in the high chair.

Watching her nanna’s antics, Cyclone laughed out loud, clapping her hooves happily, “you're funny!”

“Thank you, thank you.” Bluefeather made an exaggeratedly low bow to her appreciative audience, “I do a show a day, twice on Sunday.” She smiled, and her smile broadened as Cyclone pulled her left foreleg from inside the onesie and dipped her hoof in the pumpkin mash, licking it clean.

With the risk of her heart melting at just how cute and adorable her filly was being, Bluefeather nodded. “I’ll let you use your hoof, you did do a good job trying the spoon. Finish up and I'm going to get breakfast too.”

“It was hard, nanna.” Cyclone said dismissively as she dipped her hoof into her bowl once more.

“It will take practice dear, so don't be too discouraged.” Bluefeather smiled as she poured herself a bowl of crispy oats and added some milkmare milk to it. “It took me a long time to master a spoon!” she sat herself down at the kitchen table opposite her filly and ate her cereal while she watched Cyclone hoof feed herself.

“Yeah but you're all big…” Cyclone licked her hoof clean of the mash, “and clever.”

“Yes, but guess what comes with that?” when Cyclone gave her a blank look and a shrug, Bluefeather giggled. “Bills, and not the ones that are on birds.”

“Boo...bills are boring!” Cyclone passed her carefully assessed opinion on bills as she licked her hoof again. Smiling, Bluefeather just nodded and ate her cereal. The jet black mare carefully ran her hoof around the bowl to get the last of the mash up. “I like playing with you, Blue.” She said in a voice that was her own.

Bluefeather considered that, noting it was Cyclone who spoke, not Squall. “I liked yesterday, last night, and this morning is off to a good start.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Cyclone smiled, her muzzle all over her hoof. “I dunno, it just 'feels' right, y’know?”

“I've been doing this scene for many years,” Bluefeather said as she ate her cereal, “I've loved every foal I've taken care of, but I know that sometimes they grow up and leave the stable. Just so you know, if you do grow up, you don't have to leave.”

Cyclone looked down at her empty bowl and her tongue-washed hoof. She liked this, a lot. “I...I don't think I'll grow up, but it's nice to know we have both. It's cool having a nanna and a marefriend all in one.”

Bluefeather nodded, “As long as we keep the two separated.”

“We will!” Cyclone squeaked as she gave up on her hoof and licked her bowl clean with a filly-ish giggle. “All gone!” as proof, she held up her bowl like it was a trophy.

A few moments later and Bluefeather finished her cereal and, with a motherly smile, used the napkin on Cyclone’s face before helping her down from the high chair. “I have a very lovely stroller for you and we can catch a sky taxi to the station, how does that sound?” she asked, quickly washing the two bowls in the nearest sink to her.

“Yay!” Cyclone had slotted her hoof back into her onesie and she bounced on her marefriend’s kitchen floor. “Taxi's are way cool!”

“I'm ready, are you?”

“I ready nanna!” still bouncing, Cyclone buzzed her wings happily.

After Bluefeather had finished ordering the sky taxi on her phone, she turned to the bouncing filly and put her hoof on her head to stop her. “Has my little Cy…Squall, ridden on a train before?” she asked, very serious.

Cyclone shook her head. She had been on a train, of course, but not as Squall, she hadn’t. “No nanna, they like the story book trains?” she asked, buzzing her wings hopefully.

“Yes they are my little filly,” Bluefeather replied as she went into the downstairs storage room and retrieved the stroller, “but unlike story books, the trains we go on can be dangerous. I want you to be safe. Do you want to be safe?”

Cyclone nodded. Playing Squall she might be, but she knew when to pay attention. “Yes nanna, I wanna be safe!”

“Good, then never put your head or legs out of a window.” Bluefeather explained gently but firmly, “The trees can grow very close to the tracks and it isn't much fun for me to care for only half a filly.”

“Eew...that hurt, and be messy!”

“Yes it would, but it is fun to look out the window.” Bluefeather busied herself with checking over the foal bag she had packed, pleased to see she had everything she would need. “Just stay in the train. There will be a lot of ponies on the train so don't run off without me.”

Nodding, Cyclone nuzzled her nanna’s leg. “I'll be a good filly, I promise.”

Fifteen minutes later, fifteen minutes in which they had played ‘Tickle The Filly’ on the kitchen floor, Cyclone heard the toot of a horn outside, heralding the arrival of the taxi. “Okay,” Bluefeather said, breathless from their game, “It’s time to go.” Standing up, she put the overnight foal bag in the stroller and she held the door open for her filly.

“Yay! We goin' on a train!” Cyclone, all excited and eager, bolted for the open door, while Bluefeather followed and made sure to lock up behind her. Then, pushing the stroller to the back of the sky taxi, the mid grey pegasus off loaded the bag and folded up the stroller for storage. “C'mon nanna!” Cyclone squealed, bouncing on the cloud near the taxi's door.

Once the stuff was all securely put away, Bluefeather moved to open the door for her filly. “No jumping on the seat.” As soon as the door was opened however, Cyclone rushed inside, all excited and immediately she got up to bounce on the seat. Bluefeather, taking her seat, frowned at her filly. “Cy?” she said in a dangerous tone.

Cyclone, caught in mid-bounce, used her wings to lower herself to the seat. “I sowwy nanna.”

‘Celestia’s sainted hooves she is so cute!’ Bluefeather just smiled at her filly, and to the driver, she said, “Manehatten Grand Central Station, please driver.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“You can look out the window or you can rest your head on my flank.”

“Yay!” with that, Cyclone jumped up to look out of the window, before she saw just how high up they were and remembered, thanks to the many thousands of feet of height, that she was scared of heights.

“EEEEEEP!” she squealed and, changing her mind, she dived for Bluefeather’s sexy flank instead. “Hmmm…much better!” she smiled, though she was still shivering a little as she nestled into the older mare’s side. Affectionately, Bluefeather ran a tender caring hoof through Cyclone’s turquoise mane to comfort her. “Was too high nanna.”

Thankfully, in the sky taxi, the ride of fifty miles didn't take too long. After just forty five minutes, time spent with Cyclone nervously nuzzling her marefriend’s hind leg, the taxi landed on the roof level parking area of the large train station. Smiling, Bluefeather leant in and kissed her filly’s forehead. “We're here. I'm going to put you in the stroller so you stay with me, okay, Squall?”

“’Kay nanna!” Cyclone got out of the sky taxi once it was all parked up and stationary. The moment her black onesie covered hooves touched the roof of the train station, she did a four hooved happy dance, so glad was she to be on something solid.

As soon as she was out, Bluefeather had the stroller out of the sky taxi’s storage compartment and, with a practised flick of her hooves, had it unfolded and set up with the back hooked to the front. She quickly dropped the back down to allow her filly to climb in. “Okay Squall, you'll need to back into the stroller, please.”

“’Kay!” Cyclone giggled, and obediently, like a good little filly, she backed in and got comfortable laying on the seating pad. “Ooh I like, nanna!”

Paying the patiently waiting cabbie, Bluefeather raised up the back of the stroller and left the top down. Straightaway, her filly poked her head over the sides. “Such a pretty day, don’t you think, Squall?” she asked, pushing the stroller and its precious contents from the rooftop inside the train station to the elevator.

Laid in the stroller, Cyclone was well in her element. ‘I should've got me one of these ages ago, these are lush!’ she thought to herself as she was pushed through the station. A few ponies stopped to look, curious to see who was being pushed, a few of them laughed – good naturedly - but unlike Canterlot, there were no negative comments.

In the stroller, Cyclone really didn’t care, she was by now totally comfy in the stroller and at eye level with Bluefeather’s breasts, which weren’t covered by the shirt she was wearing thanks to her walking only on her hind legs. “Nanna...I hungry.” She squeaked, her blue eyes zeroed in on the swaying teats.

Smiling, Bluefeather pushed Cyclone through the busy station and over to the ticket counter and, once she had purchased the tickets, she gave her filly her attention. “Does my hungry little filly want her bottle?”

Cyclone however wasn’t really hungry. She just wanted an excuse to get her lips on those swaying teats. “Can drink from nanna?” she asked hopefully, fluttering her black wings and giving her the big eyes.

‘Sweet Luna above she can’t get any cuter!’ Bluefeather thought with a smile, though she was sure she could. “I fear I don't have any milk, but you can nurse from me, if you like.” With that, she dropped the front of the stroller down under the bar she was pushing with and shuffled forward to stand closer to the stroller. “Can you reach, sweetie?”

“Can reach, nanna!” Cyclone inched herself forward on the pad inside the stroller and, finding her prize, she wrapped her lips around Bluefeather’s left nipple and started to suck on it like she was determined to draw milk from it. ‘This is so awesome!’

“Would my little Squall like me to have milk for her?” Bluefeather asked gently as she pushed the stroller from the ticket counter onto the platform.

‘Oh sweet Celestia yes!’ Cyclone thought, and when she pulled off the now hardened nipple, she answered, “Yes nanna, I'd like that, totally really.”

Selecting a spot out of the way, Bluefeather parked the stroller on the platform to await the train. “I can pick something up in Cloudsdale to start the flow. Takes about three to five days. Till then you'll just have to pretend, okay?”

Breaking character for just a moment, Cyclone looked up at her marefriend with a smile and a wink. “I'm good at pretend.”

“Mmmm,” Bluefeather moaned lustily as Cyclone went back to sucking hard on her nipple, “Oh yes you are, my little filly.”

At her lover’s teats, Cyclone giggled and went over to the right nipple, giving it a gentle suck, not at all concerned in the slightest about the other ponies on the platform that were now watching intently. She especially didn’t care when a sky blue earth pony mare walked up and looked in the stroller and snorted loudly before turning and walking off with her nose in the air. “Sorry love,” Bluefeather snickered, “I don't have enough to share.”

Cyclone looked over at the departing mare, with her nose in the air, and giggled, for she was reminded very much of Canterlot. “Prissy mare…” she snorted derisively before turning her attention back to something more deserving, that being Bluefeather’s teats. Teats that she wished were full of milk.

Bluefeather glanced down at her filly with a frown. “Is your mouth looking for a soap bath, Squall?”

Cyclone shivered, not at the threat but at the frown she was being given. It didn’t suit her caretaker at all, she decided. “N-No nanna...I sowwy…”

“Good little filly,” Bluefeather sighed as she lightly patted Cyclone’s turquoise mane. “My good filly.” Her lips were good too, especially on her nipples like they were. “We have another fifteen minutes till the train arrives, sweetness.”

Cyclone cooed as her mane was patted. “I like you milk, nanna…” she slurred without removing her lips from her nipples.

“I'm happy you do, my dear little one.”

“I love all of you, nanna!” Cyclone adjusted her position and nuzzled Bluefeather’s left breast again, licking around her rock hard nipple.

Standing at the stroller, leaning heavily on the push bar, Bluefeather was in sheer and utter bliss, sighing and moaning her way through the fifteen minutes until the whistle of the approaching Friendship Express broke her trance. “It…aaaah, it is time to get on board,” she said quite reluctantly, “I have gotten us a sleeping compartment.”

“Yay!” Cyclone squeaked as, reluctantly, she stopped sucking on her marefriend’s teats and looked at the multi coloured steam train that had just pulled into the station. “Train! Nanna is big, look!”

“Yes, and loud!” Bluefeather agreed as she pushed the stroller past the many ponies embarking and disembarking and up to the front where the locomotive was blowing off steam. “Would you like to say hi to the engineer?” she asked, knowing full well the effect this would have on her filly.

“Can I?” Cyclone thought all her Hearths Warmings had come at once. “Pwease! Pwease! Pwease!” she bounced in the stroller, looking in awe the Express. “Is as big as Gordon from the books, look, nanna, look!”

“We can and we will.” Bluefeather stated as she reached the billowing steam engine, where there were some ponies; the driver, the stoker, the guard and the conductor, standing around talking while their train took on fresh water. “Greetings,” she spoke up, getting the attention of the stallion who was the driver. “My little filly would like to meet the ponies that drive Gordon the Friendship Engine.”

“What?” the driver asked, hastily sliding his salt lick back into the pocket of his dirty overalls.

Another stallion, the stoker, nudged his friend, leaving a large fresh coal smudge on his already dirty overalls. “From the book, Steamer, remember?”

“Oh!” Steamer shook his head and walked over to the stroller, expecting to see an excited young filly. He wasn’t expecting to see a fully grown pegasus dressed in a purple onesie with an obvious nappy under it around her behind clapping her hooves excitedly. “Is this a joke?” he asked, a scowl on his face.

“Steamer...” the stoker said warningly, as he had seen the warning look on Bluefeather’s face.

“What, oh, yeah, ah...” Steamer foundered, not really knowing where to look or what to do.

Thankfully, the second stallion, the stoker, stepped in and skilfully covered for his friend. “Hello there, I'm Breakshoe, what is your name, little filly?”

“Hi!” Cyclone waved her hoof, “my name is Cy! I pweased to meet you!” she clapped her hooves, joy all over her face. “You make Gordon go?”

By this point, Steamer had recovered his composure and decided it couldn’t hurt to play along, after all they weren’t hurting anypony. “Ah, yeah that is my job, to help Gordon pull the train.”

When he looked at the older mid grey pegasus, she deigned to introduce herself, pleased indeed that the scowl had left his face. She would have hated to have to complain to the railway operators. “I'm Bluefeather and it is a joy to meet you both. You've made my filly very happy.”

Breakshoe beamed, “Would she like to see inside the cab of the engine?”

Now, Cyclone was sure all her Hearths Warmings had come at once. “Pwease! Pwease! Yes nanna pwease!”

Bluefeather placed a restraining hoof on her filly’s shoulder. “Will you not touch any of the controls, Cy?” she asked in that motherly tone.

“Pwomise I won't!” Cyclone would have promised anything to see inside the locomotive’s cab, as a filly or as an adult.

“Okay then we can give a quick tour before we need to get ready to leave.” Steamer said as Bluefeather dropped the back of the stroller so that her filly could get out.

“I gonna see the cab!” Cyclone chanted as she got herself out, barely containing her enthusiasm. “I gonna see the cab!”

Steamer lead the way inside the locomotive’s cab and showed off all the different controls that he had to operate. “Here are the controls that lets Gordon know which way to go and how fast.”

Breakshoe joined them, smiling at the ‘filly’s’ open-mouthed stare. “This is the coal we feed Gordon. I would not recommend you eat it though. It is really hard.”

Cyclone’s blue eyes were wide as saucers as she looked at the bewildering array of levers, switches and all the dials and things. She didn’t know where to look first. “Wow!” under the circumstances, she thought ‘wow’, just about covered it. “Wow...is there one that makes Gordon whistle?”

“There is,” Brakeshoe explained, happy to play along, “but when Gordon whistles we have to do something, so Gordon can't whistle right now.”

Steamer continued, “You will hear Gordon whistle just before the train moves though, to let everypony know.”

Standing on the floor of the cab, Cyclone bounced, she couldn’t stop herself. “This is sooo cool!”

Picking up the excited mare in his hooves, Steamer helped Cyclone up so she could sit on his seat and look out of his driver’s window. “This is the view I have when Gordon is charging down the tracks,” he explained to her, though now the view was of the busy station and the bustling ponies milling around.

“My seat is on this side so we both have a good view.” Brakeshoe added, pointing to his own well-worn seat.

“Toot toot!” Cyclone squeaked happily as she looked out of the window. In her mind’s eye she was seeing herself in the cartoon as the driver, with Gordon thundering down the main line. In a passable voice from the show, she said, “hurry, hurry little Thomas!” Though she didn’t mean to, her hoof straying towards a thingamajig in front of her.

“Well, that ends the tour!” Steamer announced quickly, helping the big filly off of the pad before she could touch anything.

Brakeshoe nodded, thankful that Steamer had caught the black pegasus before she had – inadvertently perhaps – pulled and released the brake lever to start the train into motion. “We need to get Gordon ready to go. Enjoy the ride. How far are you going?”

“All the way to Canterlot.” Bluefeather replied with a grateful smile, picking Cyclone up and depositing her back in her stroller, where she could keep an eye on her.

“Is long way.” Cyclone added helpfully.

“I think you made Gordon smile,” Brakeshoe whispered to Cyclone once they were out of the locomotive’s cab and in the first carriage. “He likes visitors.”

“I did? He does?” Cyclone buzzed her black wings excitedly. “I met Gordon! You're the best, nanna!”

In the carriage, as she pushed the stroller through the train to their carriage and their compartment, Bluefeather nodded her head, a knowing look on her face. “I'm glad you think so dear, and I'm also glad the stoker ended things before you pulled that lever.”

“Um...” Cyclone wanted to hide behind her wings. She realised she had been caught red hooved. “I didn't mean to...I-I was just playing, nanna.”

“What did I tell you not to do in there?”

“Not to touch…”

“Did you touch anything?”

Cyclone thought about that. She had certainly been about to touch the lever, though she had no idea what it did or what the consequences of her actions might have been, but she hadn’t actually touched it. “Um…well, no nanna.”

Leaning down over the push bar, Bluefeather kissed her filly’s forehead. “Then everything is good, yes?” she asserted as she walked through the train until the conductor helped show her to their cabin. “Can I get a foal guard for the bed please?” she asked the smartly dressed unicorn conductor.

The conductor, a beige stallion resplendent in his pristine uniform, nodded to Bluefeather. “Of course ma'am, I'll get you one immediately.” He said with a polite bow as Cyclone buzzed her wings and hovered up out of the stroller. Landing on the seating pad, she looked out of the window at the busy platform while Bluefeather sat next to her.

Almost the instant Cyclone landed on the seat, she started to bounce with barely contained excitement. “We ridin' Gordon! Nanna, we ridin' Gordon!” A few moments later and she heard the steam train’s whistle, signifying they were about to get underway. “He whistled! Nanna he whistled! Did you hear?”

“I did hear the whistle!” Bluefeather replied to her little filly. ‘I wonder if she’s genuinely excited, or is this part of her foal play?’ she thought to herself. As the Friendship Express jolted forward into motion, Bluefeather instinctively placed her hoof on Cyclone’s back to keep her from falling off the pad.

“Wohoo!” Cyclone buzzed her wings excitedly, “we goin! Tooooot!” lost in the moment, she reached out of the open window and she started to wave at the slowly departing station as it slid past them.

“Hoof inside the window, now!” Bluefeather ordered sharply, for the speed had started to pick up, the station going past the window faster and faster until after a few seconds it was gone altogether.

Faster than a scalded rat, Cyclone pulled her hoof back. “Sowwy…” Literally a second later a mail post shot past at in a blur of speed. The jet black mare had visions of it taking her foreleg off. “I sowwy!”

Just then, the beige unicorn conductor entered their compartment, after a polite knock, with the foal bed guard held in his teal magical aura. Working quickly, he helped Bluefeather set up the eight inch high guard before leaving them to it. “I think it is your nap time, as you are getting forgetful.” Said Bluefeather once they were alone.

“I sowwy nanna…” Cyclone pouted a little. It wasn’t that she was forgetful, more that she was too much into her character. “Um…can I has my Radiance?”

“You can, and I'll even read you a story.”

Immediately, the pouting filly perked up. “A twain one, pwease?”

Bluefeather nodded, reaching into the foal bag in the storage compartment underneath the stroller. She realised it was a losing battle staying cross with her filly, she was just too damn cute! ‘Besides, I can’t be angry she’s playing her part so well, that’s what I want, after all…’ “I thought I'd start with 'The Three Railway Engines', would you like that one?”

“Yes pwease nanna!” Cyclone squeaked as she settled down on the fold down bed. Once Bluefeather has passed her the Radiance plush, she tucked her in and started to read the story book. Cuddling her beloved soft toy that meant more to her in all the world, it didn’t take long before she started to snooze.

It also didn’t take long for Bluefeather to fall asleep next to her snoozing filly, especially with the rocking motion of the speeding steam train.

In her sleep, Cyclone rolled over against the bed guard and, feeling the weight beside her, reached out a hoof for her, cuddling her nanna in her sleep. “Mmmm…MMmmm…” she snored, a contented smile on her face as she filled her nappy in her sleep. After forty five minutes of high speed travel, the steam train came to a stop in Fillydelphia, waking Bluefeather up.

As the train lurched to a halt, Cyclone stirred slightly, but the warmth of the waste in her nappy lulled her back to her slumber. Beside her, however, Bluefeather was up and awake, especially as the strong smell that was emanating from her filly’s rear end was reminding her of a small sewage plant. “I do believe I have a very stinky little filly.” She said loudly in Cyclone’s upturned ear.

“HMM?” Cyclone snorted as she opened an eye, still in her half awake, half dreamlike state. “Power Ponies Assemble!” A moment later though she blinked herself properly awake. “Huh...” she sat up, looking around and sniffed, feeling her waste move around her rear inside the nappy. “Oooh, I be stinky!”

“I have the cure for that!” Bluefeather cried as she reached for the foal bag and her travel supplies.

Stretching a little, Cyclone yawned. “I sowwy, nanna.”

Smiling broadly, Bluefeather laid Cyclone on her back and lifted up her hind legs. True to her word, there was no such thing as too messy for her. “Okay, my little filly, let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go to the club car.” She said as Cyclone pulled her legs up even further for her nanna.

When the older mid grey pegasus had the purple onesie pulled open, and the nappy off however, the sheer stench made her eyes water. “My, my, what have you been eating, Squall?” she asked with a giggle as she worked quickly with a foal wipe to clean up the mess, ensuring her black fur was clean.

Cyclone wriggled and giggled as her rear end was given very close intimate attention. She could feel herself get cleaner as her waste was removed. “Pumpkin mash, nanna!”

“Oh yes, I'll have to rethink that one, won’t I?” she asked rhetorically with a giggle as she liberally applied talcum powder. “Now for a fresh nappy for your fresh bottom.”

“Aaaww!” Cyclone wiggled her legs and her ass with a delighted little giggle. She loved that mash, but the end result was a little…smelly. “Mash is nummy tho, nanna.”

Bluefeather smiled as she deftly secured the clean fresh nappy around her filly’s waist. “Well, I didn't say I'd rule it out, you little stinker. Okay, now you're ready to face the world, or at least the club car.”

About to argue, Cyclone’s tummy gave a particularly loud rumble. “I a stinker!” rolling over to her front, she buzzed her wings and bounced happily on the bed.

“Would Squall like an ice cream?”

“Yes pwease nanna! I wanna ice cream!”

“Okay,” Bluefeather said as she deposited the soiled nappy in the trash, “we will have to walk so don't wander off.”

“I won'! I'm a good filly!” as she got off of the bed, Cyclone took her Radiance plush under her wing and held Bluefeather’s hoof with her own. Walking side by side, the older pegasus took her filly and her plush through another sleeper carriage, the dining car and into the club car which served drinks and snacks on the lower level. As they walked along, Cyclone pulled at her nanna’s hoof to try and get her to walk faster. “C'mon nanna! Radiance wants ice cream!”

“Okay, we can make sure Radiance has some ice cream,” Bluefeather smiled wryly, knowing just how to get her filly to walk properly. “But you don't want any?”

“I want some nanna,” she thought as she stopped pulling and walked properly, “pwease!”

“Okay, so three ice creams,” Bluefeather smiled a victorious smiled and nudged the black wing that carried the Power Pony plush. “You be careful, Miss Radiance, and don't get any on your pretty dress.”

Cyclone giggled and, in a very squeaky voice indeed, said, “I won't!”

Standing at the ice cream counter in the club car, Bluefeather surveyed the selection of ice creams on offer. “Squall, they have chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. You can have one scoop, which do you want, sweetie?”

“Stawberry pwease!” Cyclone answered straightaway, “and, um, Rady likes 'nilla.”

“Thank you for asking her for me.” Bluefeather really didn’t think things could get any cuter. “Hmm, do you think it would be easier if I put both of those scoops in just one cup for the two of you to share?”

Cyclone took a moment to whisper to her plush toy. “Rady says that a good idea, nanna.”

“Okay then,” then she bent down and whispered back, “Not all ponies like strawnilla!” she giggled and stood up to address the patiently waiting stallion. “I'll have a cup with two scoops of strawberry and another cup with a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of strawberry please.”

“Right away, ma'am.”

Cyclone giggled as she watched the serving stallion prep her nanna’s order. “Stawnilla is cool!” she explained, “Rady had it in the movie!”

Bluefeather of course had no idea what Cyclone was talking about, though she had an idea that she would be ‘educated’ in all things Power Pony before very long. “Take Radiance and sit at that table. I'll bring the cups over.”

“A cute little filly you have there, ma'am.” The ice cream stallion smiled as Cyclone happily trotted off to the nearest empty table, her Radiance plush held tight under her wing.

“Thank you,” Bluefeather smiled proudly, “she is trying very hard to be good, so it is an ice cream treat.”

“Here you go ma'am,” the stallion said with a smile as he set the ice creams on a tray. “That’ll be forty bits.” When the mid grey pegasus paid up, he waved her off to the table and to the waiting Cyclone with a practised smile. “Okay, you two share nicely now.”

Cyclone beamed brightly and clapped her hooves as Bluefeather set the tray down on the table. “We will!” struggling with the spoon, she fed herself, getting a good dollop of ice cream on her nose. “Here Rady!” Cyclone offered her toy a spoonful of ice cream to her plush but pulled it away. “Nanna, Rady says the lady is watchin her figure, so she don't want any.”

“I can understand that, but maybe she’d like just a taste.” Bluefeather smiled as she ate her own ice cream.

“Okay nanna, I give her a taste!” Cyclone pushed the spoon to the plush's lips, leaving a small smudge in its wake. “Yuuuum! See? Told you she likes it!”

“Use this,” Bluefeather said, pushing a napkin towards her filly. “Or,” she whispered, “a kiss would help to clean her lips.”

“Rady likes kisses!” Cyclone squeaked, ignoring the napkin, she kissed her plush and took away the ice cream smudge. “Yes Rady, I think so too…” she said as if the soft toy had spoken to her. Smiling, she dipped Radiance’s muzzle into the ice cream and offered the plushie to Bluefeather. “She wants a kiss!”

Bluefeather raised her eyebrow. “Are you sure, Squall?”

“I sure, nanna. Rady likes you.”

Smiling, the mid grey pegasus leaned over the table and gave her filly’s plush an exaggerated kiss to clean off the ice cream. “You are a very good kisser, Radiance.”

Cyclone lifted up her toy to her ear and nodded. “Rady says you're better!”

Bluefeather nodded. “My, that is very sweet of her, then she does have sweet lips.”

Leaning over the table, Cyclone whispered behind her hoof so that Radiance wouldn’t hear her. “I think you're better too, but then again, I didn't say that…” with a wink, she went back to eating her ice cream.

Ten minutes later, once the ice cream was all finished and Bluefeather had made sure her filly and Radiance were all cleaned up, she got up from the table. “We can go up top, to the observation deck, and watch the scenery. You'll be able to see Gordon working hard from up there too.”

“Yay!” Cyclone clapped her hooves excitedly, instantly loving that idea a lot. “Rady, we can go see Gordon!” taking her nanna’s hoof again, like a good little filly, she followed Bluefeather up the steps and, once they were on the observation deck, they found a spot at the forward window.

“Whooo!” Cyclone squealed in sheer delight and ran up to the window, pressing herself and her Radiance against the glass.

Taking a seat near her filly, Bluefeather smiled at her foal-like antics. Again, she was very much impressed with how well she played her part. “Now Rady...” she heard Cyclone talk to her plush, “you keep you hoof in da window, 'kay?”

Cyclone turned away from the window with a proud smile on her face. “Rady says she be careful, nanna!”

Bluefeather gave her a very nonplussed deadpan look. “I hope that Rady's advice is used by you too, Squall.”

“Yes nanna, it will.” With a very sheepish look all over her face, Cyclone sat beside her marefriend, content to look out the window from where she was.

Protectively, Bluefeather draped her wing over her filly and held her close to her. “We can relax here for a bit, and when you want we can go back to our stateroom. I have colours and stuff there for you to play with.”

“It's nice up here,” Cyclone responded in a voice that wasn’t entirely Squall’s. “It’s not too high up, and I'm with you.” As the steam train rolled along the track, Bluefeather took the time to point out some of the sights that they passed by. The scenery between Manehatten and Baltimare certainly was pretty.

After thirty minutes, the Friendship Express entered Baltimare station five minutes ahead of schedule. As they slowed down, the unicorn conductor made an announcement on the loud speaker. “Baltimare, this is Baltimare. We will have a thirty minute stop, but please don't wander too far.”

As the steam train slowed to a halt, Cyclone was still snuggling close to Bluefeather’s side, nestled deep in her winged embrace. “Baltimare…I've not been here before.” She mused more to herself than to her partner.

An idea came to Bluefeather as they snuggled, especially from her vantage point on the observation deck where she could see the many shops on the platform. “We can look around the station, but first…” she clipped a foal leash to her filly’s purple onesie, letting her know they were still playing. “Ready?”

The fact that they were still playing suited Cyclone just fine. Standing up, she made sure she had her Radiance plush under her left wing where she belonged. “I ready nanna!”

Smiling, with the leash held firmly in her wing, Bluefeather led them both down the steps and out of the closest exit to them onto the platform. “Welcome to Baltimare, Squall.”

All excited, Cyclone sniffed the air. Straightaway she detected the salty sea smell in the air. “Smells nice, nanna,” she said after a few minutes, passing her judgement.

“It’s a port city, like Manehatten.” Bluefeather explained as she led her young filly over to one of several souvenir shops that occupied the station and, now that they were away from the bustling crowds of the platform, she unclipped the foal leash. “No running and don't touch things,” she said warningly, “but let me know if you see something you like.”

The moment she set her onesie covered hooves inside the souvenir store, Cyclone quite forgot about being interested in the new town’s smell, or anything else, for that matter. Like a good filly though, she did not run off. Instead she made a beeline for the Railway Series plush toys on the lowest shelf.

Seeing as how she already had all the Power Pony plushes at her home in Cloudsdale, including the super rare Mane-iac with the wrong coloured mane, she went straight past them and investigated the trains. These she didn’t have. “Nanna!” she squeaked excitedly, making some of the other shop patrons look her way, “nanna! Engine plushies!”

Bluefeather, who was of course unaccustomed to the world of collectibles, was taken aback by the volume on offer. “My, there are so many…” she scanned the characters, “There’s Thomas, and the three from the book I read, Edward, Henry, and Gordon. Plus so many more. I didn't know there were so many!”

Cyclone knew perfectly well how many there were. “There is nanna! There's lots and lots!” she pointed her hoof to the only red engine there, and then to a small light green one. “There’s James, and Percy…” then, her attention was taken by a dark green engine. “Ooh I like Emily!” she buzzed her black wings and, in all the excitement, she dropped her beloved Radiance plush toy and hoofed it under the shelf with the train plushies.

This – very large – accident went unnoticed by Bluefeather who was still trying to learn the Railway character’s names. “I think your allowance will get you two of them if you like, or just one and you can see if there is something else that will catch your eye.”

“Oooh...um...” Cyclone tapped her hoof to her chin, deep in thought. Thomas, James and Edward she already had, but there were two she really wanted that were there in front of her. “Can I has um...Gordon and Emily, pwease nanna, pwease‽”

‘How can you say no to that bundle of cute?’ the older mare thought, “Yes you can, sweetie.” She pulled Gordon from the shelf, as she recognised him from the book. “Ah, which one is Emily?”

“She's Emily, nanna!” Cyclone pointed her hoof to the dark green engine with a big central wheel in the middle and the number eight on the tender.

Gathering that one as well as the blue Gordon, Bluefeather led her filly over to the cash register. After she had paid for the two soft toys, she turned to a very excited Cyclone and gave her a very hard choice indeed. “You want to carry both or just one for now?”

After a long pause, she made her mind up, finally. “Can I carry Emily?” she asked, extending her left wing for the toy.

Not noticing that the Radiance wasn’t there, Bluefeather carefully placed the Emily plush under her outstretched wing. “Let's head back to the train, hmm?” she asked, clipping the leash back on for good measure. “With two trains, you and Radiance can each play with one.” She said, moving out of the store with her filly in tow.

“Yep!” Cyclone squeaked happily, wholly unaware that she was leaving her precious Radiance toy behind in the store. Yep we can nanna! Ta for my trains!” With about ten minutes or so to spare, Bluefeather took the long route back so that Cyclone could wave at the engineers, this she duly did, and got a wave back.

Brakeshoe was the first of the train crew to notice the happy filly and he waved back, though not before he nudged Steamer, who again slid his salt lick out of sight and waved as well before getting back to his work. “We'll go back to our stateroom and you can play till lunch, okay sweetie?” Bluefeather asked.

“Yes nanna!” Cyclone bounced happily as she trotted along the platform to the steaming train. Everything was right in her little world at that moment in time. “This gonna be so cool!”

As they entered the train at their sleeper carriage, which happened to be a bright purple carriage with yellow flowers and butterflies on it, Bluefeather unclipped her filly’s leash from her onesie. “Third door on the left is ours.”

“Yaaay!” the very instant she was released, Cyclone galloped off down the carriage like she was trying to win the Running of the Leaves, though she did run so fast that she missed the door and had to go back to it. Her little detour however allowed her nanna to get there first and open the door for her. “Ta nanna!” she squeaked, trotting in sheepishly through the now open compartment door.

Once they were inside and sat down, Bluefeather delved into the foal bag and pulled out the colouring books and the colours. “Now, all of you can colour together!” she beamed, setting up Gordon on the table next to the books.

“Yep!” Cyclone pulled the Emily toy on the table next to Gordon in front of her colouring book. “There! They look cool...I know! They need a pony to ride them…” with that idea for a cute scene in mind, she reached under her wing to get her Radiance plush.

Except, Radiance wasn’t there.

“Rady!” Cyclone squealed, instantly in a near panic as she looked under both wings, “Radiance!”

“Don't yell, sweetie,” Bluefeather said, not realising what the problem was.

“Nanna, my Rady's gone!” Cyclone cried, very, very genuine panic and distress evident on her face.

‘Damn it!’ Bluefeather thought to herself, though she did a deep breath. It was clear from her partner’s reaction that this was more than a role play problem. She could also tell that the plush meant more than just a plush. “Did you take her from the train?” she asked.

“I think so!” again, Cyclone looked fruitlessly under her wings and on the seating pads. “She wanted to come, now she's gone! She’s gone!”

Sighing to herself, Bluefeather opened the compartment door. “Conductor, when do we leave?”

The beige unicorn looked his schedule and back to the mid grey pegasus. “Three minutes on the nose, ma'am, three minutes.”

Straightaway, Bluefeather made her mind up, urged on by the desperate look on Cyclone’s face. She determined, when this was done, to find out what was so important about this plush. “Squall…Cy, I need you to stay right here, please. If I'm not back before the train leaves, I'll need you to grow up. Understand?”

Cyclone glanced up at the emergency stop cord and nodded. “I understand, nanna.” She just wanted her plush. She needed that plush. To her, it was the most important, most valuable thing in the world. It was more than ‘just’ a plush.

“Conductor, I left something at the gift shop, I'll be right back.” Very quickly, Bluefeather took off down the aisle of the train carriage and out of the car on to the platform. As she was a weather pony, she was a strong flyer in her own right. Going back the way they had come, she traced the route past the steam engine to the souvenir gift shop. “Hello,” she breathed to the shop attendant that had served her just moments before, “my filly dropped a medium sized Radiance plush. Has anypony turned it in?”

The serving pony shook his head. “Sorry, but no ma'am.”

Searching through the store, Bluefeather was pleased it wasn’t a big outlet or she could be here for hours. Thankfully, she remembered the aisle that had captured her filly’s attention so much. Moving to the Railway Series display, she soon found Cyclone’s Radiance. It was, thank Celestia, too large to be wedged under the shelf. “Silly filly. Found it.” Picking up the well-loved toy, she showed the attendant that it wasn’t the size they sold and, with a nod from the pony at the register, she took to her wings and flew out of the shop as the train whistle blew.

Cyclone, still in their compartment on the train, busy with her colouring book, looked up in panic as she heard the Friendship Express signal that it was about to leave. ‘Oh no!’ She thought, ‘that's the whistle!’ shaking her head quickly, she left the train carriage and pulled the cord to stop the train. “No! Can’t go! My nanna’s not back yet!”

Many things happened at once then. The beige unicorn stallion that was the conductor lit his horn to prevent the cord from being properly pulled, as he was holding the door open for the rapidly approaching Bluefeather. “Hurry up, ma’am!” He called, urging her on.

Cyclone again, fruitlessly, tried to pull the cord, panic threatening to overwhelm her as the train jolted forwards.

Bluefeather dived through the open door just as the conductor released it, the mid grey mare skidding to a halt in the aisle of their carriage as Cyclone was performing a panicked dance on all four onesie covered hooves, her blue eyes wide as saucers thinking she had lost both her nanna and her plush. “Wh-Why are you out of the room, Cy?” She panted, picking herself up from the floor.

Looking at the angry glare on Bluefeather’s face, Cyclone knew that not only had she stepped in the proverbial dog muck, she had walked it all the way inside the house too. “Um…the um, the ah…um, th-the train started to move. I tried to grow up so I could stop it for you, Blue.”

Breathing through her nose, Bluefeather let out a long, slow sigh that carried her frustrations with it as the train began to set off properly. “Thank you conductor, I'll take care of the filly.”

The beige unicorn nodded to Bluefeather, smoothing down his uniform as the steam train got underway. “No problem ma'am, no harm done.”

“Back to the room, Cy, now.” The older pegasus didn’t spare her partner a look as she trotted smartly back into their room and took her vacant seating pad by the window.

“Yes nanna…” despondently, Cyclone trotted straight back into the room and she sat on her haunches next to her half started picture of Gordon, Emily, Radiance, Bluefeather and herself.

After a long, long moment spent in silence, with nothing but the clickety-clack of the train in the background, Bluefeather trusted herself to speak. “I found Radiance crying. She thinks you love engines more than her.” Now that her anger, which was born more out of worry than actual ire, had subsided, she held out the plush to her filly. “I think somepony needs some cuddling right now.”

Cyclone’s bottom lip wobbled as she took her treasured plush back into her forehooves. “I don't!” she cried, cuddling her Power Pony close to her chest. “I love my Radiance! I love her!” As she squeezed her toy, she really started crying genuine tears that had nothing whatsoever to do with acting like a foal.

Studying her marefriend closely, Bluefeather could tell that these tears were the real deal. She could see the genuine distress on the younger pegasus’s face as she cried her heart out. She decided that they had had enough playtime for today. In as calm a voice as she could manage, she said, “Cyclone, I love age play and I really love doing it with you. I love you and would like to spend our time together as your nanna and your lover, but I don't think I explained something very clearly.”

Reaching over the table, she squeezed Cyclone’s hoof. “You say ‘I'm an adult’ and the play ends and if I don't get it by your actions you can say ‘I'm a foal’ and play begins, but when I say grow up, that doesn't mean you pretend to be a grown up. It means the role play has ended, do you understand?”

Snivelling, her black cheeks covered in the tracks of her hot salty tears, Cyclone lifted her reddened eyes to her partner, hiccuping back a fresh load of sobs. “Y-Yeah…” She nodded her head miserably, unable to feel any more wretched had she been back in the sandbox in Canterlot. “Yeah, I understand, Bluefeather. I’m sorry I let you down.”

“Good, and I don't think Radiance is the only pony needing cuddles, is she?” she asked, very gently getting off of her seating pad and pulling Cyclone into a very tight hug on the floor of their compartment. “Love you, Cy, and I don't expect everything to be perfect. Life isn't that way.” Holding her sobbing marefriend tight, she rocked back and forth with the motion of the train, to help soothe her.

Weeping still, Cyclone cuddled into her marefriend as tightly as she could. “I-I tried to do what you said babe, I really did, but I was scared, for you and for her…” she hugged her plush to her so tightly she risked tearing it. “I thought I'd not see her again.”

‘Wow…” Bluefeather thought, ‘that must be some plush!’ “We were lucky this time, Cy, but if I hadn't found her I'd still be back for you. Then Radiance would have an adventure till she got back home.” Smiling, she kissed her now adult marefriend’s forehead comfortingly. “When you're a foal I expect foolish things, but if you're an adult, that is what I expect from you. So my little filly, are you an adult or foal right now?”

Cyclone snivelled back a tear, wiping her eyes with the back of her foreleg. “I wanna be an adult just a bit longer.” Setting the plush own, she hugged Bluefeather tight, so tight she made the older mare gasp for breath. She had to make her see what the soft toy meant to her. “I want to thank you for returning her to me,” she leant up and kissed Bluefeather’s lips. “She's more than just a plushie. She’s more than Squall’s toy. That's the last one my mom got me before she left.”

Now it all made sense. Now, Bluefeather understood. Now it was clear why Cyclone wanted that plush back so much. A soft toy it might be, but to one particular pony it was absolutely priceless. “Well then, Cy, I could use some adult cuddling and this bed is narrow, but there is room enough for two,” she said, punctuating her thought with a deep kiss.

“Mmm...” Cyclone almost purred, returning the kiss just as deep as it was given, her hoof straying up to Bluefeather’s blue mane.

The older mare allowed her ears to be fondled twice before she got up from the floor and took Cyclone by the hoof. “I'd like to get you out of the onesie if you don't mind.”

“Sure thing, hun!” Cyclone smiled, noting the half lidded lust-filled stare she was being given. “I really don't mind at all…” she cooed when Bluefeather used her teeth to undo all the snaps holding the purple onesie fastened. As she was undressed, Cyclone shivered, giggling a little as her muzzle brushed against her fur. “Lemme help,” she said, wriggling herself out of the onesie once it was on her legs.

As soon as Cyclone stepped out of the onesie, Bluefeather slipped around her marefriend’s back and she unfastened the nappy. “Use the restroom if you need to,” she breathed, “but I want all of you, right now.”

“N-No...I'm good, hun.” Thankfully, the nappy was still clean and dry. She shook it off with a wiggle of her ass, turning arounf and draping her forelegs around her marefriend’s shoulders.

Rolling onto the narrow bed, the mid grey mare pulled Cyclone down on top of her. “You don't mind an audience, I assume?” she whispered into her lover’s ear as out of the corner of her eye she saw the conductor and a couple of unknown ponies watching them. Delivering her answer, Cyclone grinned and gave her mare a long deep kiss which Bluefeather returned with interest, her hooves wandering to her feathers.

“Hmm...I don't mind at all, hun…” Cyclone purred, her black wings trembling at the delicate touch of the hooves, and she started to deliver flowery little kisses down Bluefeather’s neck. Smiling, on the verge of bliss, Bluefeather laid there with her roaming hooves but she was more than happy to let her young mare take the lead.

Cyclone was more than happy to lead, as she was kissing and nibbling her way down to Bluefeather’s collar bone, gently nipping and sucking along it. “Take me, love.” She moaned, “Take me all the way.”

“Oh trust me, I will, sexy…” Cyclone whispered, the audience outside the compartment loving the show as she left the collar bone and she kissed her way slowly and deliberately down to Bluefeather’s breasts. Once there she began to lick delicate little circles around the hardening left nipple.

Bluefeather arched her back, moving with the motion of the train as it thundered along the line. “I love the feel when they are full as long as somepony can empty them for me.”

“I'd better get in practise then, hun.” Taking the initiative, Cyclone wrapped her lips around the hard nubbin and sucked on it gently but firmly, her right hoof wandering down to her older lover’s marehood. As she was now unable to reach her black wings, Bluefeather instead played with her turquoise mane.

“My wings miss your hooves, Blue.” Cyclone said after a moment and, getting up from her breasts with a slow drag of her left forehoof over her lover’s dripping wet labia, she swung her hind leg over Bluefeather’s belly, straddling the older pegasus in a classic sixty-nine position. Once in place, she lowered her head down to breath on her wet slit. Admiring the view, Bluefeather pulled Cyclone’s rear back so she could get a lick in and she moved her hoof forward into her lover’s wing.

“Oooh!” Cyclone shivered, “even better!” the crowd certainly thought so, and she went back to sucking on Bluefeather’s nipple while her hoof got busy stroking circles around her labia. At the other end, on her back, the mid grey mare was enjoying the scent of talcum powder and how the nappy had compressed her black fur. Flicking her tongue out, she tasted the wipes she used until that taste was removed leaving only the flavour of her young lover. “Aaaah...” Cyclone moaned and, spurred on now, she dipped her head forward and took a long slow lick down the middle of Bluefeather’s wet opening.

“Ohh, oooooh yesssss that is the spot! A bit deeper though, my love.” Bluefeather spread her hind legs wide apart and demonstrated what she wanted by shoving her whole muzzle straight up Cyclone’s own sopping wet snatch, fully extending her tongue as she did so.

“Yo-Yowsers!” her blue eyes wide, Cyclone took the hint and slid her tongue deep inside her older lover’s accommodating tunnel, swirling her organ around her muscular walls, intent on tasting every last inch of her. Several thrusting licks later and Bluefeather’s thighs clenched around her head and her hoof became erratic in Cyclone’s wing. Smiling to herself, Cyclone lowered her hind quarters a little as she swirled her tongue deep inside Bluefeather’s wet muscular tunnel, black wings fully erect.

With Cyclone’s wings erect, Bluefeather contented herself with hoofing her just where the wing met her barrel with soft well-placed caresses. Feeling her own peak fast approaching, Bluefeather accelerated her tongue action as well as her muzzle work, earning herself a muffled, “AAaaAAH!” from her young mare’s trapped head. Cyclone’s turquoise tail started to flag as she clenched her hind legs. Nearing her climax, Cyclone removed her tongue and started to flick little licks around the mid grey mare’s hard throbbing clitoris.

Several short moments of this close attention later, and a muffled scream from Bluefeather that Cyclone felt deep inside her core let her know that her older had achieved her climax. That, and the torrent of cum that squirted all over her trapped black face, let her know too.

That did it for Cyclone, and a last delving lick had her screaming, “Luuuuna!” deep inside her lover’s dripping marehood as she too came, set off by her muffled screams. While she squirted a little, there was nowhere near as much as she got from Bluefeather.

As the watching crowd gave their appreciative applause, Bluefeather finally loosened the iron hard grip with her thighs as she slowed down the work of her tongue. While she was panting hard underneath her, Cyclone rose up a little, also breathing deeply. “He-Hey sexy...you wanna go again?”

“Ah…the stamina of youth…” Bluefeather gave her young lover one last slow lick and giggled as the crowd dispersed. “Preen me, please, Cy.”

“My lady, it would be my pleasure.” Cyclone replied, swinging her hind leg off of the mid grey mare so that she could get up. “You have better wing control than me,” she said, noticing that Bluefeather’s wings had remained folded away throughout their fun times.

“Practice, my little filly, and having to work in adverse weather conditions.” Bluefeather replied as she sat up, kissing her mare’s lips she rolled out of the bed and to the middle of the room where she extended one wing, her left, which was all the space allowed.

Giggling behind her hoof, Bluefeather whispered to the Radiance plush while Cyclone got herself into position. “You liked that show, wait till you watch this one.”

Cyclone giggled at that, once she was in position behind her marefriend’s extended left wing. “Oh, she's seen a lot like that, don’t worry.” Behind her, Cyclone ran her muzzle the wrong way along her wing bone and then back again, this time licking to smooth out the feathers as she went, causing Bluefeather to relax and let loose a sigh of contentment.

Going into the wing, Cyclone gently and as delicately as possible, licked along the edges of each blue tinted feather she came across, whether it needs the attention or not. While she was enjoying the preen, Bluefeather waited for her to pay attention to a particular blue primary. “Stop with the one in your mouth.” She said, abruptly halting the preening. “Pull it, for I wish to give that feather to you.”

The primary feather in question, that Cyclone held between her teeth, was a healthy and young primary. ‘Really?’ she questioned silently to herself, ‘but…it'll bleed, I know it will…’ still, she had been given a request. “MMmmmkay,” lowering her teeth right down to the base of the feather, she gave it a sharp tug, pulling the bottom-most primary out in one smooth motion.

Bluefeather gave a little grunt, the only sign of her evident discomfort. “I only give my best, my love.”

“I'll treasure it, babes, I mean it.” Cyclone took the feather and, after placing it next to her Radiance, she licked the little resulting wound clean and began to lick along the secondaries, straightening them out with her teeth.

“Mmmmm yes,” Bluefeather’s head lolled backwards, her chest heaving with the sensations of the wonderful preen she was being treated to. “I'm glad to see you know how to preen a wing.” She said, folding the finished wing and then extending the other. “I think this will take us up to lunch.”
Cyclone giggled, “Does that mean I'm a keeper, hun?” she asked, starting a slow and sensuous preen on her marefriend’s right wing.

Bluefeather sniffed noncommittally as she was preened, “I still haven't seen your apartment yet, my 'centrefold mare'.”

“Um...” Cyclone paused, a primary feather in her mouth, “there was a cloud quake...before I left...”

“Yeeesss,” Bluefeather hissed in sheer pleasure when Cyclone reached her secondary feathers and teased them into alignment with her lips, “I've heard that is a problem in Cloudsdale. More the reason to move to Cloudhatten, hmm?”

Playfully, Cyclone nibbled on a feather. “And um...aftershocks, y'know...they’re nasty things…”

“Of course,” Bluefeather agreed, “There may have been dozens, no, hundreds of quakes since you left, too.”

“Exactly!” Cyclone giggled, sending very pleasurable vibrations through the feathers of her lover’s right wing.

“Of course,” Bluefeather sighed happily, “it is probably a good thing I didn't take you in as a house keeper, hmm?”

“Okay, alright,” Cyclone playfully licked along the longest primary feather, “So I'm not the tidiest of ponies.”

Bluefeather giggled behind her hoof, “I can tell that by the way you filled that nappy during your nap.” She turned to face her young mare once she felt the preening be finished. “Tidy is not a foal requirement, nor one I expect of my lover. I think I can do a fine job at tidy as you saw from my place.”

“You make a good point, at least about the nappy.” Cyclone giggled, thought she thought Bluefeather’s place was more OCD clean than ‘normal’ clean. Then again, her place was ‘Cyclone’ clean. “It's not like my place is a bear pit or anything, it's just that most things tend to end up on the floor…”

In all seriousness, Bluefeather nodded. “That may be wise, so a cloud quake doesn't cause things to fall off of shelves.” She had heard of Cloudsdale’s quakes, especially in the ‘cheaper’ areas of the city.

“You see?” Cyclone asked, kissing Bluefeather’s nose, “I is a smart pony!”

“You are, but that may be some of Radiance’s influence.”

“I think you're right hun, it's certainly nopony else’s.”

“Mmmmmm,” Bluefeather shook her expertly preened wings, feeling every single feather in perfect alignment with its neighbour. “That does feel nice. Maybe I'll return the favour after lunch?”

“I'll hold you to that, sexy.”

“Do that, please.”

Cyclone gave her older lover her best half-lidded bedroom eyes as she kissed her cheek and her nose. “Who knows? I might even hold you against the wall, or the bed, or the window…” she ended, kissing her way up her ear.

“My,” Bluefeather smiled, “you're such a rambunctious filly. Is my virginity in peril?”

Now at her ear, Cyclone nibbled and licked its tip. “Only from endless loving.”

“Worth the risk I think,” Bluefeather said considerately, “yes, well worth the risk.”

“I’m glad you think so, sweetie…” Cyclone purred as she licked her marefriend’s other ear.

“As much fun as this is,” Bluefeather said with a flick of both of her mid grey ears, “I could really use some food to rebuild my stamina.”

“Hmm, good point.” Cyclone grinned, “Can you pop me a nappy on, just in case of any accidents?”

“Of course, and I think, a nice sundress to go with it.” With that, the older pegasus picked up the still clean nappy that she removed from her marefriend at the start of their sexcapade. With it held in her hoof, she rummaged in the bag she had bought with her and retrieved a plain but attractive sky blue dress.

Cyclone had to admit the dress was a beauty, though blue wasn’t necessarily her first choice. It did of course go with her fur, then again, everything did. “Oooh what a lovely dress! It's beautiful!”

In short order, Bluefeather got her young marefriend dressed, first in the nappy and then in the sky blue sundress. With Cyclone suitably attired, she quickly donned a white sundress for herself that showed off her flank and was just transparent enough to display her cutie mark of six blue raindrops. Ordinarily, she would’ve been happy to drag out the dressing up process, but right now she was hungry. “To lunch!” she declared, pointing a hoof to the compartment door.

Smiling, Cyclone held out her hoof to her lover. “Bluefeather, may I have the honour of your hoof, my love?”

Nodding, Bluefeather took her hoof, “You may, my good squire.”

~ ~ ~

“I think somepony is looking for dessert, hmm?” Bluefeather snickered over her empty plate. Those hayfries and the oatburger had been just the thing to fill her back up, and seeing as how Cyclone was giving her a weapons grade half-lidded stare in the dining car, it had been for her, too.

Using a hayfry, Cyclone winked seductively as she mopped up the last of her very hot hotsauce dip. “That depends, will I find it?”

“I'm sure you'll find it,” Bluefeather responded with bedroom eyes of her own, licking her lips, “but will you find it here, or back in our room?”

Swallowing her hotsauce coated hayfry – Cyclone had to have hotsauce on almost every adult thing she ate. As a foal, the food was tasty but bland as Celestia’s flank. Hotsauce gave things that extra kick to keep things interesting – the jet black mare grinned. “I can look for it here,” she said, not bothering to look to see if the rest of the car was empty or not, “if my Princess will let me.”

“Youth,” Bluefeather shook her head, a wry smile playing over her lips. She waited until Cyclone had drunk her milk, thus killing the heat of the hotsauce, before she kissed her eager young mare. “Unless you're looking for cobbler or apple pie, we are leaving.”

Cyclone took the kiss and returned it in kind. “You're as young as the pony you feel, young lady.”

“True,” Bluefeather considered that, “but I'm at that age where I don't look for trouble pretending to be an alicorn.” Smiling, the mid grey mare moved out from the table and down the car towards their sleeper carriage. Quickly, Cyclone hopped off of her seating pad and trotted after her, thoroughly enjoying the view as Bluefeather decided to add some tail swishing action to her sensuous swagger.

Cyclone licked her lips. ‘Damn, but that's a fine butt…’ she thought to herself as she followed her lover. She was trying very hard to concentrate on the swaying ass in front of her, but she couldn’t help but think of the time that she had strapped a paper cone to her forehead and tried to enter Celestia’s School For Gifted Unicorns, claiming to be the newly crowned Alicorn of Shadows.

That had been fun afternoon.

As she sashayed along the train to the next carriage and on to their compartment, Bluefeather couldn’t help but giggle as Cyclone followed her inside like an obedient puppy. Once they were inside the room however, the black pegasus reached out and took her blue tail in her mouth with a very loud 'nom'. “So, you've chosen the pie then?”

“Too tempting to resist, babes.” Cyclone slurred, her mouth full of tail.

‘Youth indeed…’ Bluefeather thought, though she didn’t object this time. “Help me out of this dress, please.”

“You got it, love.” Using her hooves, Cyclone slowly removed the white dress that her lover was wearing, savouring the undressing as if she was unwrapping a Hearths Warming present. It did take a few minutes to accomplish, as she was neither helped not hindered by Bluefeather herself. “There...even prettier now…” although, when the mid grey mare posed for her, Cyclone felt a little drool leak from her mouth. “I am the luckiest mare in the world!”

Bluefeather giggled. “I will just have to agree, won’t I?” she asked rhetorically as Cyclone lowered her head and snuffled her muzzle under her blue tail, delicately kissing up and down her upper thighs. Smiling, she rolled away from her and laid on her back on the bed, beckoning Cyclone to her. “It seems lunch has restored my energy.”

“I can tell,” Cyclone grinned, answering the summons and slowly getting up on the bed next to her lover.

Bluefeather stared into Cyclone’s clear blue eyes. “Ravish me.”

Cyclone smiled, “Now, how can I refuse my Princess?” she asked, lowering her muzzle to Bluefeather’s already moist marehood and delivering a very wet, very slow lick all the way up its centre.

“Yesssss…” Bluefeather hissed in sheer bliss, arching her back as the steam train rocketed at high speed along the tracks.

Always willing to oblige, Cyclone gave her writhing marefriend several more slow licks before an idea for some proper fun came to her. “I-I wanna try this with you, love.” Lifting up Bluefeather’s mid grey hind leg, Cyclone made to scissor herself with her, pressing their crotches together.

In her haste, though, Cyclone forgot to remove her nappy. Underneath her, Bluefeather had to stuff a hoof into her mouth to not laugh out loud. “Hehe...um...just a sec, hun…” Blushing so hard that it showed even on her black fur, she got up from her scissored position and she pulled off the slightly damp nappy, throwing it to the floor of the train compartment. “Now, um...where were we?”

Even with her hoof stuffed in her mouth, Bluefeather couldn’t help but giggle, her chest heaving with suppressed laughter. “Y-You are so-soooooo cute!”

“Uh huh, cute, that’s me,” Cyclone smiled, recovering quickly from her blunder, she returned to her prior position, sliding her dripping marehood slowly, torturously slowly, over Bluefeather’s own wet entrance. “Ready, sexy?”

Bluefeather nodded, already panting with anticipation. By Luna’s moon was she ready, and extremely willing for whatever Cyclone wanted to do to her. ‘Sometimes,’ she thought as she was being taken up to a blissful high, ‘it was nice to not be in charge…’