“So, here we are in Cloudsdale and it is nearly midnight,” Bluefeather started, “What should we do for fun?”

Cyclone had an answer ready almost before the question had been asked. “I seem to recall a certain hot mare saying she'd wear my coat and lead me around the bar. There's a Trixie’s Place not far from here that's pretty easy going.”

That satisfied Bluefeather. She knew from Cloudhatten that Trixie’s Place was indeed an easy going place, a place catering to almost every kink and vice imaginable, as long as it was legal. “Well then, the cuffs go back on, but not bound together. Got any rope?”

“Second drawer down on the nightstand upstairs.” Cyclone replied, “There's a couple of different lengths and colours.”

“Don't sneak out of the house,” Bluefeather grinned wryly as she turned to the stairs, “and don't eat the rest of the dessert.”

Upstairs in the second, smaller bedroom, Bluefeather quickly, after a short investigation of the nightstand, found the rope that Cyclone had assured her was there. Taking up the length of red rope, she easily fashioned a bridle and a leash. That done, she trotted back down the stairs, holding her creation in her mouth. “Just something simple,” she said in response to her marefriend’s questioning look as she dropped it on the coffee table.

“Don't touch.” She ordered simply, her tone curt and fully expecting to be obeyed. The mid grey pegasus was secretly glad of her time that she had spent watching Mapper at work in Caffeinated’s ranch. Turning her back to the jet black mare laid on her back on the couch that had seen better days, she went over to the clothes box to get the long black coat while Cyclone obediently laid still on the couch. “Stand.” She ordered, carefully putting the coat on.

Now she was ordered, Cyclone slid off of the couch and she stood up on her hooves, appreciating just how sexy her lover looked wearing her coat. “Mmm, that looks good on you.”

“Silence.” Bluefeather gave Cyclone a very short, sharp look that shut her up at once. Standing quietly, her black wings fluttered with arousal while Bluefeather trotted off to the foals room looking for a pacifier and for any nappy cover that had somepony famous like the Princesses on it.

Her search was rewarded when she saw a Luna cover and several Power Pony sets, one for each character. Especially, she noted, Radiance. Filled with indecision, Bluefeather opted for the Luna nappy cover. Choice made, she trotted back down the stairs with them held under her wing. When she heard her coming back down the stairs, Cyclone looked curiously to see what she had for her.

Without any explanation, channelling her inner Mapper, Bluefeather set the nappy cover and pacifier on the coffee table next to the untouched bridle and, when an idea came to her, she retrieved her lover’s favourite and most treasured Radiance plush from the box and put it on the table.

When she saw the plush get placed on the table, Cyclone looked uncertainly at it and at her marefriend. The events of the train ride were still fresh in her mind, and she wasn’t keen to repeat them. Still, she trusted the older mare. ‘Blue'll be careful, she's cool,’ she told herself, her worry dissipating just a little bit.

First, making her mind up, Bluefeather placed the Luna themed nappy cover on Cyclone and, once that was done, she affixed the hoof-made rope bridle to her head, though she chose not to create a bit. “I think that is enough clothing, hmm?” Smiling, she placed the pacifier in Cyclone’s mouth. Nopony but me, you included, may take that out of your mouth. You may nod once in understanding.”

Very quickly indeed, Cyclone nodded her head, instinctively sucking on the pacifier in her mouth.

“Lift your left wing.” Bluefeather ordered, and Cyclone again nodded her head, lifting up her left wing as she was instructed. Once the wing was lifted, the mid grey pegasus took up the Radiance plush and placed it snugly under her wing. “Close and hold this plush. You will not set it down anywhere until after we have returned home. You may nod once if you understand.”

Straightaway, getting the rules of the game, Cyclone nodded once as she closed her left wing tightly around her plush. “When I say the word 'Rad', you will show me the plush no matter what you may be doing.” Bluefeather continued to give the rules for their upcoming play. “You are free to use the nappy, of course, but with the butt plug it will be impossible to do a bowel movement. If you want the plug out say the word ‘Yes’ now.”

Smiling a very, very aroused smile, Cyclone shook her head so hard she risked giving herself whiplash. It had been a good few years since she had been dominated like this, and she liked it. Her thoughts however were cut somewhat short when the leash was taken up and she was lead outside into the chill of the night. Thankfully, as she was a stranger, the night club was easy to see, even a few streets away.

Grinning, Bluefeather lead her lover along the street like an owner leading her prized pet, their destination the five storey neon lit edifice that said, in huge fluorescent lettering, ‘Trixie’s Place’. Lit up like the most gaudy Hearths Warming tree that she had ever seen, it wasn’t exactly hard to find. It was probably visible from the moon.

Tugging the improvised leash, Bluefeather picked up the pace towards the club. Something was putting her ill at ease, from the derelict cloud houses they passed on the way to the unlit and broken street lights, she just had a ‘feeling’ that something was going to happen. Needless to say, when she at last arrived at the main door to Trixie’s Place, she felt considerably better. Not in the least because of the mountain of a unicorn stallion staffing the door.

As they approached, the chocolate brown unicorn nodded to Bluefeather, his expression unreadable behind his shades. “Ma'am?” he said by way of greeting.

“Greetings!” the relief in Bluefeather’s voice was almost tangible. The lights – and the lump of talking granite in front of her – made her feel infinitely safer. “I'm here with my pet and wish to party the night away.”

“Yes ma'am.” The door stallion smiled, recognising Cyclone at once from her past visits with Skydancer and her friend Storm Chaser. “There’s vanilla on the ground floor tonight, kinky stuff on the first and second floors. Really kinky stuff on the floors above that. Dance floor in the centre, there are private rooms to the side on each floor, just flip the sign to red for occupied. There's a bar on each floor as well as unmarked safety officials.” Introductory speech concluded, Door Stop stood aside. “Have fun.”

“My good stallion, my thoughts of Cloudsdale have gone up a notch or two this night.” Bluefeather returned the chocolate unicorn’s easy going smile with a nod of her head. “Thank you.” With that, she led Cyclone inside with a sharp tug of the leash.

Door Stop nodded in turn. He always did admire Cyclone’s ass, especially the way it swayed like that when she wore a nappy. And she always wore a nappy. “You're welcome, ma'am, welcome to Trixie's Place.” He noted them down on his security pad as ‘Cyclone plus one’ and issued them both with a little tag that slipped over their ear.

Walking inside, Cyclone sucked noisily on her pacifier, making Bluefeather smile. Zeroing in on the ground floor dance floor, the mid grey pegasus led her straight there. Once they had taken an empty spot near some tables – there were up to thirty pegasi dancing in the middle – she turned to face the younger mare. “Rad.” She was pleased to see Cyclone immediately lift her left wing and showed her the plush.

When the next ‘song’, if such fast senseless noise could be called music, started, Bluefeather lead Cyclone in a fast paced dance. While they jived their way through three such songs, the older pegasus never once let go of the leash. The jet black pegasus, for her part, never loosened her grip on her plush as she matched Bluefeather dance for dance. After the third dance ended, Bluefeather led her lover over to the bar. “Two beers,” she ordered breathlessly, her blue mane sweat-slicked to her head, “lager if you have it and draft preferred.”

The serving mare, Beer Tap, smiled as she was well accustomed to Cyclone’s antics by now. Seeing her sucking on a pacifier was nothing new or out of place. “Local, ma’am?”

“Sure,” Bluefeather gasped, quickly getting her breath back as Beer Tap poured the two drafts and placed them on a tray in front of her customers. Bluefeather however decided to prop up the bar and kissed Cyclone where they stood, taking the pacifier with her in her mouth when she pulled away. She then drank from her glass and left the pacifier floating in it. “Drink at your own pace, my love.” She said, taking another sip.

“Thank you, ma'am.” Cyclone picked up her glass and took a gentle sip of her beer just as a light grey mare, so light she was almost white, approached the bar.

The moment the mare’s crystal blue eyes saw Cyclone, she brushed aside her bright yellow mane and hugged her friend. “Hey Cy, haven't seen you in here since forever.” She grinned, seeing as ‘forever’ was only two weeks ago. She took in the bridle and the leash. “You’re a pet tonight?”

Cyclone nodded, setting her beer back on the bar top. “Storm Chaser, this is Bluefeather, my marefriend.”

Storm Chaser turned to Bluefeather, flashing her black cloud cutie mark as she shared a hoof bump with the new mare. “So, you've managed to tame the Cyclone, huh?”

“Working on it.” Bluefeather smiled sweetly, taking another sip of her beer. “It really depends on her.” To her marefriend, she nodded, winking in such a way that spoke volumes. “We leave here when you wet your nappy, and Cy, I don't want to leave here early, understand?”

“Yes ma'am,” Cyclone answered quickly, sipping her beer, “I understand, ma’am.”

Grinning ear to ear, her pale grey face almost split, Storm Chaser turned to Bluefeather. “You're doing well, she isn't that respectful even to her boss. So, where'd you two meet?”

Bluefeather considered that for just a moment, then she decided that no harm could come from telling this mare. She seemed pleasant enough, and she obviously knew Cyclone. “Well, the first time was in passing at a weather conference over in Las Pegasus, but more recently my new Fire Control Officer told me about her so I followed it up. I'm Bluefeather, Cloudhatten Weather Factory manager.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you.” Again, Storm Chaser bumped hooves with the older mare while Cyclone was drinking her beer quietly at the bar. “I keep this one in comic books,” she smiled as she indicated the jet black mare with her hoof, “and she keeps me in business.”

Bluefeather said, “I'm sorry for your financial loss then, Storm Chaser.”

“Hehe not a bit of it,” Storm Chaser giggled, sharing a rather pointed knowing look with Cyclone. “Your pet here's my best customer.” She paused and sipped her beer, ignoring her old friend’s rather desperate look. “She’s too good sometimes, right Cy?”

“Ah,” Bluefeather explained, raising her voice as another fast song began blaring over the sound system courtesy of the DJ, “but she is moving to live with me in Manehatten.”

“Is this true?” Storm Chaser asked, affecting an aghast expression on her face like she had just been told her shop had been burned to the ground. Cyclone simply nodded quietly, occupying herself with her half full beer. “Alas!” she declared, her hoof up to her forehead, “I'm ruined! Seriously though, I wish you both good luck, and remember I do mail order…”

“That is true,” Bluefeather smiled and nursed her beer, “but we shall see. There are a number of shops in Manehatten, after all, but you do have the upper hoof knowing what she likes.”

Now, Storm Chaser gave her friend a very serious look, a look that didn’t go unnoticed by the older mid grey pegasus. “And, I have the good sense to cut her off from time to time, right Cy?” she turned back to Bluefeather when Cyclone nodded again. “But hey, fun as this conversation is, I’m gonna get more beer and see what fun's occurring in the upstairs. I’ll see you guys around.”

Quietly, Bluefeather finished off her beer, saying nothing while she watched Cyclone nurse her own after she waved a goodbye to Storm Chaser. “She’s my enabler.” She explained, though it wasn’t really necessary. “She keeps me in comic books and collectibles.” She was very glad however that Bluefeather hadn’t chosen to delve into the whole ‘cutting her off’ issue. It was a matter of shame that more than once she had neglected things like food, and household bills, to get the latest whatever it was she was collecting.

Nodding, Bluefeather upended the glass, careful not to spill any on the very expensive black faux leather coat she was wearing and, taking the pacifier in her mouth, she kissed her marefriend, leaving it in her mouth. “Let us explore,” she said when a particularly noisy ‘song’ made her want to murder the DJ, “This place interests me.” getting up, Cyclone nodded, sucking hard on the pacifier as she did so.

Leading her upstairs to the second floor of the night club, the older pegasus saw that it was indeed a fetish driven floor, as the nice door stallion had advised upon their entry. She looked around and she liked what she saw. She liked it a lot. “Cy, please do a little dance for me if you like what you see here.” She was very, very pleased to see that Cyclone immediately, even before the sentence had fully left her lips, that Cyclone nodded and performed a happy four hooved dance. Bluefeather glanced around again and assumed it must be the various ponies, some dressed in corsets, or socks, some in rope harnesses, some in all three at once, that swayed her.

“I confess I'm very surprised by all this.” said Bluefeather, leading Cyclone to the bar past a mare using her stallion as a chair, squirming her crotch over his face as she talked to her friend who had another mare bound in a similar fashion, “You won't find a bar like this in Couldhatten. Now,” she giggled, “It’s in Manehatten where this is found.”

When they arrived at the bar, and she had just about acclimatised herself to the kinky nature of the upper floors, Bluefeather got the attention of the unicorn stallion tending the bar. “Excuse me, I had the local draft lager downstairs, do you have a local draft ale, please?”

“Are you new to the area?” asked the stallion, tearing his attention away from the two mares using their partners as seats, immensely jealous of the seats. When his latest customer nodded, he smiled, “We do have local ale, ma’am.”

“Then two, if you please.” Bluefeather placed her order, “Both my pet and I are thirsty.”

“You look familiar,” the stallion said, starting conversation as he poured the ale from the pumps. “Are you with the weather factory?”

Taking the beers on a tray, Bluefeather paid the bill. “I'm with the Cloudhatten branch, I’m here visiting friends.”

“Well then ma’am, I hope you enjoy your time here.” he smiled an easy practised smile at his latest customers and watched closely when Bluefeather took the tray up in her mouth and led her pet over to a small out of the way table.

When Bluefeather arrived at her chosen destination – walking past a stallion who was having his hooves attended to by a stallion under his table, and another table where a stallion was enjoying watching his mare drink her beer from a pet bowl through the ring gag she was wearing – she sat down and kissed Cyclone, taking the pacifier from her and dropping it in her beer. “You are to finish that before I finish mine, understood?”

Cyclone grinned at that. “Challenge accepted!” taking a decent sip of her ale, a drink she wouldn’t normally order but was still nice enough, she asked, “so you like the club?”

Bluefeather looked about, again taking in the sight of the mare attempting to lap up her beer through the ring gag wedged behind her teeth. “Time will tell, but I'm intrigued by it…” she trailed off as a couple of ponies patrolling the very edges caught her attention. ‘They must be the unmarked security,’ she thought, instantly reassured. This was obviously a professional proper set up. “Not all such clubs have been visited by me twice, but I'll give this one a chance. Did you come here much?”

Cyclone nodded after taking another long sip. “Hmhmm, every month or so yeah. It's a fun hang out.”

That caught Bluefeather’s attention. She had been hoping that was the case, that her new marefriend was something of a regular here. “So, I might glean some more information about you from your acquaintances?”

“Oh yes you might.” Cyclone agreed, very thankful indeed that Bluefeather was taking care of her coat. She didn’t even know if it could be replaced, let alone where to go to replace it. “It was nice coming across Storm Chaser again.”

“She cares for you,” Bluefeather commented, taking a long slow drink of her beer, “but she isn't the jealous type. I think she’s a friend you may want to keep through mail order instead of changing to a local shop.” She finished, leaning over the table to give her a very deep kiss.

Cyclone kissed her lover deeply on the lips. “She's alright is Chaser…” that said, the jet black mare noticed that her older marefriend was almost done with her beer and that she still had half a mug full. Taking it up in her hoof, she rather skilfully emptied her mug in three swallows. “Done!”

Smirking to herself, Bluefeather finished off her own drink and, taking up the pacifier in her mouth once more, she kissed Cyclone, putting it back in her mouth. As she did so, an idea occurred to her for some fun. “You may nod if this place has a foal play room.” No sooner had she asked, than Cyclone sucked hard on the pink pacifier, nodding her head earnestly.

Trixie’s Place, as Bluefeather was soon to discover, catered to everything.

With the information that there was an adult foal room here, Bluefeather removed the cuffs that adorned Cyclone’s black hooves as well as the bridle. Storing the cuffs away in her bag, she then converted the bridle into a chest harness. The way she worked told Cyclone that she had done this before more than once. “You may, as always, end the age play whenever you want, but now I'm starting it.” She said, slipping the harness over her foal’s head and chest. “You are now a foal.” In response, Cyclone nodded, clapping her hooves together excitedly.

Smiling sweetly, slipping easily back into her practised and well worn persona, Bluefeather took up the foal leash and led her charge past the other ponies who were enjoying themselves in their bondage back to the bar. “Bartender, my foal is growing tired and I don't want her to grow cranky. Is there a foal room I can let her rest in?”

The stallion at the bar smiled a wide smile. He had been betting with himself how long it would take before Cyclone became the foal, he was pleased that he won. “Next floor up and to your right from the stairs, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Bluefeather treated the very pleasant bartender to a generous tip and she led her excited foal up the stairs to the second floor. Cyclone, sucking on the pacifier for all she was worth, started to skip up the stairs. The second floor was her favourite floor, for obvious reasons.

At the second floor, Bluefeather turned to the right, coming face to face with a very matronly looking mare who was staffing the check in counter. Apparently it wasn’t out of the ordinary to see new customers walk through the door at a quarter past midnight. “Good evening, ma’am.”

The pegasus mare sat at the counter, obviously a no-nonsense type with her mane pulled back in a severe bun and half moon glasses, looked up from her paperwork. “Will you be dropping off or staying with, please?”

“Staying with.” Bluefeather replied, glancing over the formidable matron’s shoulder she saw the prices clearly marked for both options on the wall, along with a set of rules in large type.

“Forty bits an hour or fraction thereof,” the severe mare said without even looking at the prices. “You will have to take care of your foals needs, but staying does give you access to snacks and facilities.”

Quickly, Bluefeather slid forty bits on the counter. Had it been earlier in the day, she would have paid more. As it was, she didn’t think they’d be here much past one a.m. “Thank you, ma’am.” Receiving a nod, and having been signed in, the mid grey mare led Cyclone inside to the foal floor proper.

Inside, there was a very, very large play area with padded mats on the floor, large squidgy building blocks, foam balls, slides and even a ball pit. Everywhere there were bright primary colours and the giggling of the seven adult foals playing happily. Outside the play area, clearly separated by a low barrier, were several tables, at which were sat four ‘adult’ adults. One such adult was wearing a Trixie’s Place uniform. All were supervising the foals in the play area.

Leading her foal through the supervision area to the gate and the play area beyond it, Bluefeather removed the chest harness and stowed it in her bag. “You may play with your plush, but!” she paused for added effect, “she will stay in your sight at all times. Now, go play nice.”

When her nanna kissed her, in order to remove the pacifier, Cyclone looked around the play area, searching for anypony she knew. While it was way too late for Thunderhead, the odds were that there would be at least one she knew there. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Windy!” she called out when her blue eyes settled on a sky blue pegasus colt playing by himself with some chunky building blocks. She didn’t know the other foals. Yet. “Nanna! It’s Windy!” without a backwards glance, Cyclone galloped over to her foal – and adult – friend Wind Rider.

With a very amused look on her face, Bluefeather watched her big filly speed off towards her friend. She did have something of an ulterior motive for coming up here. Seeing as their relationship was new, she was very interested in observing how she played and interacted with those that knew her well.

That included those actual adults that were sat at the tables supervising their foals. She wasn’t surprised to see the place used at such a late hour, she assumed it was due to shift work. As she was on an intelligence gathering mission, the mid grey pegasus walked over and joined the other three adults, two stallions and a mare, at their table.

The day care worker wasn’t seated, but roving around the edges of the play area watching the foals like a hawk for any sign of trouble.

Bluefeather took all this in and approved. She wondered if the Manehatten Trixie’s Place was just as well run. She decided it was worth a trip, if only to go see for herself. “I'm very impressed with this set up,” she said as a conversation starter to the nearest adult, a tan coloured mare.

The mare in question smiled at Bluefeather as she ran her hoof through her dark blue mane. “That accents sounds like you're from Manehatten.”

“I am,” Bluefeather responded, one eye on the mare she was talking to and one on Cyclone, “I’m just visiting Cloudsdale.”

A flicker of recognition flashed across the stallion’s face. “You're Bluefeather?” the slate grey pegasus asked, his eyes checking out the somewhat signature blue tints that adorned the weather manager’s wingtips.

“Yes,” Bluefeather nodded politely, her ego rather pleased that she had been recognised, “Yes I am. And you are?”

“I thought I recognized you.” The stallion said with a smile. He was about to tell the Manehattenite his name when a very fillyish squeal from the play area drew his attention. “Ah, I see you brought Cyclone in to play.”

Cyclone, well and truly in her persona, squeaked, “Windy!” as loudly as she possibly could, unable to contain her enthusiasm as she thundered across the padded play area, past the large squidgy bricks and plonked herself down on her rear end next to the stallion working the blocks. “Look, I got Rady!”

“Blocks.” Wind Rider replied, his tongue stuck out in concentration as he built a multi coloured tower several blocks high. One more would be his personal best.

The stallion, a smile on his face at Cyclone’s antics – nothing he hadn’t seen from her before – turned back to a very patiently waiting Bluefeather. “I beg your pardon, I'm Cloud Burst.”

“I'm Rainy Day,” the tan mare smiled, holding up her hoof to still Cloud Burst before he started, “yeah I know, what a name, right?” giggling, she pointed to a lavender maned violet mare in the play area. “That’s my filly in there, Sugar Plum.”

Bluefeather politely introduced herself to Rainy Day and, as she shared hoof bumps with the both, she noted that the other stallion made no attempt to introduce himself. Not that she cared too much about that, per se, she was taking note of the day care worker prowling the play area, busy watching her charges, of which one began crying and she straight away took him for a quick nappy change.

“Windy, can Rady help build?” Cyclone asked, waiting until her friend had placed his eighth building block in place. When Wind Rider nodded, he clumsily pushed over some spare blocks he had been saving for a second tower to her. “’Kay Rady…” she got her plush and squeezed her hooves so that the plush picked up the block and she placed it very carefully indeed on top of the tower.

“Yay!” Wind Rider and Cyclone both squealed in glee and hoof bumped each other. Nine blocks was, after all, an impressive achievement.

Over in the supervision area, Bluefeather was chatting it up with the two adults, Cloud Burst and Rainy Day, surreptitiously finding out all about her new lover and foal while at the same time she was watching her – just in case she was needed to deal with any needs.

While she was getting to know her new best friends, a stallion colt, so dark blue he was almost as dark a Cyclone, waddled over carrying Zapp plush under his wing. Belonging to the stallion who hadn't yet introduced himself, he sat himself down hard on the padded play surface next to Cyclone when he saw she had a Radiance plush. “Hi! Wanna play ponies?”

Cyclone took one look at Wind Rider who, starting a second tower, nodded and turned to the newcomer with a smile on her face. She was always up for playing ponies. “Sure!” she held her Radiance tight, using her hoof to wave her soft doll’s leg at Zapp. “What your name?”

“Night Sky.” He replied simply, flying his Zapp plush in the air making whooshing noises as he zoomed her through imaginary obstacles.

“I Cyclone!” she squeaked, noticing out of the corner of her eye that the day care worker mare had finished changing the other stallion’s soiled nappy and had placed him back in the play area, where he immediately ran back to the crayons and the part of the wall where they were allowed to colour on it.

The purple filly, Sugar Plum, waddled her way to the gate that separated the play area from the supervision area and reared up, lip wobbling and tears in her eyes. “Mama, I hungy…”

Playfully, Rainy Day rolled her eyes. “Well, that's my call!” getting up from the table, excusing herself politely from the conversation she had been sharing with Bluefeather and Cloud Burst, she picked up her filly and carried her back to the adults table, where she held Sugar Plum’s head at her heavily swollen breasts and she began to feed her.

Very proud of himself, Wind Rider reared up to his hind legs and waved to get his lover and caretaker’s attention to the monumental eleven block construction that he had made. “Burst! I made tower!” he clapped his hooves together excitedly when Cloud Burst took a photo of his construction on his phone, the caretaker having gotten permission to do so at the check in counter.

“You like Zapp?” asked Cyclone, seeing this as an ideal opening gambit for her newest playmate.

Night Sky nodded earnestly, “Zapp is da best pony!”

Well now, there was just no way that Cyclone was having that, whether as an adult or a foal. Everypony knew that Radiance was the best Power Pony. Anypony who thought different was just wrong. Simple as that. “Nu huh! Radiance is best!”

Over at the actual adult table, in the supervision area, Bluefeather had jealous eyes turned to the tan mare currently breast feeding her large filly. “It must be hard for a nursing mother, Rainy Day, you can't just drop off and go.” She said that, but what she was thinking was, ‘I can’t wait for that to be Cyclone and I…’

Rainy Day giggled, letting out a sigh of relief as her heavy milk swollen breasts were relieved of their contents, “Oh, I don't mind in the least.”

Turning away from his colt’s second tower, Cloud Burst smiled. “I see you didn't drop and go, Bluefeather.”

“I'm still a bit protective of her right now.” said Bluefeather in agreement.

Cloud Burst accepted that as it was given. He was just pleased, given how well he knew the young black mare, that she had at last found a pony as nurturing and caring as Bluefeather was. “It's good to see Cy has somepony to care for her.”

In the play area, Night Sky took as much exception to Cyclone’s point of view as she had to his. “Nuh! Zapp beats Radiance!” to emphasise his point, the dark blue stallion shifted in his nappy and, with Zapp held up in the air, he mimed a lightning bolt with added sound effects, before swooping his plush down and knocking Radiance from Cyclone's hooves.

“Hey!” wholly unprepared for such a vicious and unprovoked attack, Cyclone picked up her plush, stroking it like he had genuinely done her damage. “You hurt my Rady!”

No sooner had Cyclone picked up her plush though, than Night Sky let loose with a second lightning bolt and knocked Radiance to the floor again. “Zapp is best!”

Just as Cyclone was about to shout back, the day care worker was on them, her trained sharp eyes having detected the brief scuffle between the two ponies. “Night Sky!” she called out, drawing the attention of the adults, “I'm reporting this to your father!”

“Noooo!” the dark, dark blue adult colt hung his head, realising he’d been caught. “I sooowweeeeee…”

The day care mare, well accustomed to the colt’s shenanigans by now, shook her head. “No. Too late, buster.” She had her notepad, scribbling down her charge’s offense, to be reported back to Night Sky’s partner when he came to collet him, which wouldn’t be that long.

Though he was thoroughly admonished, Night Sky scooted closer to the still clearly outraged Cyclone and, before she could yell at him again, he whispered quietly to her, “I’m sorry,” his voice was anything but that of a colt, “but I do like a good spanking.”

A split second later, the bit dropped in Cyclone’s head and the jet black pegasus giggled. Leaning in close so that her nanna couldn’t see or hear her talking ‘adult’ in the play area, she whispered, “Don't we all?” when the two new friends shared a wink between themselves, she took her Radiance in her hooves and used it to swat at the ‘unsuspecting’ Zapp, sending the plush to the floor.

That, Bluefeather did see. Like a hawk, she was on the case, much to Cloud Burst and Rainy Day’s amusement. “Cyclone!”

Hanging her head in a very good imitation of the manoeuvre that Night Sky had pulled, Cyclone squeaked, “I sowwy nanna!”

“Apologise to Night Sky, right now!” said Bluefeather, making full use of her authoritative ‘nanna voice’. Watching the scene play itself out, Cloud Burst understood just why she was the manager on the Cloudhatten weather factory.

“I sowwy Night Sky.” Cyclone held out her hoof, turning just slightly so that the ‘adults’ couldn’t see her wide grin.

Grinning, Night Sky returned his new friend’s hoof bump and leant in close to her, his adult voice a quiet whisper lest the day care supervisor report him for that, too. “Does she use her hooves?”

Casting a quick glance at Bluefeather, Cyclone didn’t know the answer to that. She sincerely hoped so, though. “If I'm a lucky pony,” she whispered back, picking up her Radiance again holding it out to Zapp. “Cuddle?” she asked, her foal voice back in use.

“I love the feel of hooves.” Night Sky whispered, though when he saw the day care mare turned his way with a frown on her face, he pulled his plush into a cuddle with Radiance. “Zapp still best, but she fwiends with Rady now.”

“Fwiends!” overjoyed, Cyclone thrust the face of her plush to meet that of Night Sky’s. “Aww they fwiends, see they kiss!” when Night Sky blushed, he looked away and saw that Rainy Day was gently cradling a sleeping Sugar Plum in her hooves as the adults continued to chat away. “Hahaha!” Cyclone’s laughter however returned his attention to her. “You bwushed!”

As they made up, a very pretty green filly with a shockingly bright blue mane came toddling over carrying a well-loved Shining Armour plush under her wing. “Can I play?” she squeaked.

Cyclone was at first struck by just how pretty this newcomer was. Particularly the pink booties she wore on her hooves. They matched the nappy she was wearing perfectly. Smiling, she showed off her Radiance plush to her. “Rady says hi!”

“Shiny says hi too.” She looked from the Radiance plush to Cyclone and back again, then to Night Sky. “You two are pretty!” giggling, she brought her plush up to her ear and nodded like it was talking to her. “Sowwy, I'm Juniper.” At the urging of her Shining Armour plush, she introduced herself and held out her hoof.

Night Sky chuckled, returning the hoof bump to the newcomer, “Zapp says shiny is pretty.”

“No,” the green filly shook her head, rocking on her padded rump which made the nappy crinkle underneath her. “Shiny not pretty he is hads...ah…handsa...” she blushed, giving up on the big tricky word. “Okay, he pretty.”

“I’m Cyclone,” the jet black mare smiled, bumping hooves with Juniper after her friend had got his hoof bump in first and pointed to the colt. “He Night Sky.” She leant in close to her and said, in a not-very-quiet-whisper, “He silly. He likes Zapp.” She stuck her tongue out when she was raspberried, “but we like him.”

Juniper giggled at her new friend’s antics, “Both are okay,” she pointed to the Zapp and the Radiance plushes, “but I like Shinny, I gonna mawwe him.”

“Yoooo wuv Shiny!” Cyclone chanted with unbridled glee in her voice, even going so far as to make kissy noises as she clapped her hooves.

“I do!” Juniper had to agree with her new playmate. She accentuated this assertion by taking her Shining Armour and kissing its muzzle as if she had been told she could kiss him after being announced as his bride.

This was all getting way too girly for Night Sky. Thankfully, before he could get cooties or anything else, his stallion – a very well-defined muscular specimen of a pegasus who looked like he had been carved straight from the side of Canterlot Mountain, walked through the door and spoke to the day care worker. “Dada!” he squealed in joy after a brief farewell to Cyclone, “I was good!”

Unfortunately for Night Sky, the ever-present day care mare passed the stallion the note she had made of his errant behaviour, which detailed exactly how naughty he had been. In response to this, the mountain simply raised his eyebrows, giving his colt a look that he recognised. A look that said he wouldn’t sit for a week. “No…dada no!” he tried to protest, skidding to a halt as he ran to greet his lover.

The stallion surveyed him quietly for a moment before turning his back on his colt and his husband. “Come along colt,” was all he said, already halfway out the door.

“Buuuusted!” Cyclone and Juniper both sang out together, the jet black pegasus deciding to stop when she saw the disapproving look she was getting from Bluefeather sat at the adults table.

Once Night Sky had left with his stallion, Juniper turned her attention back to her newest playmate. “Shiny kiss Radi...Radia...” she struggled again with the big word that was Radiance’s name, eventually settling for, “Unicon?”

Cyclone giggled behind her hoof. She didn’t mean to, and she wasn’t laughing at her friend, more she was laughing with her. The green filly really was too cute. “Rady like kisses!” to show her how much her Radiance liked kisses she pushed her plush to Juniper’s so their faced touched.

Smiling and giggling in equal measure, Juniper held the ‘kiss’ between the two soft toys, she even made the sickly sweet kissing noises that Night Sky had hated so much. Eventually, after a long few moments, she pulled her plush away and held it up to her ear. “Shiny say he like you, but he still mawwe me.”

Cyclone was more than happy with that. She doubted she could with Cadance anyway. “You can mawwe Shiny…” she then held her plush to her own ear, “Rady says Shiny a good kisser.”

Seeing that Wind Rider had abandoned the multi coloured wooden building blocks in favour of diving into the ball pit, Juniper pointed her green hoof to the blocks. “Can Shiny play with blocks?” she asked, “he make big fotwuss.”

Looking around, Cyclone saw that her long-time friend had indeed moved on, she nodded. “Let’s make fotwuss!”
“Yay!” Juniper exclaimed, clapping her pink bootie covered hooves together excitedly before she started to build her mighty fortress. Holding her plush just so, she was able to use Shining’s forelegs to hold the blocks. Watching, Cyclone noticed she was building in a pattern of blue, yellow and red blocks.

In an attempt to be helpful, Cyclone used Radiance’s forelegs to place the next block in the pattern. Alas, as the mighty construct was now three layers high, she didn’t quite place it right and she - accidentally - knocked a whole wall down. “We sowwy...Rady not good at makey fotwuss.” she apologised as Juniper started rebuilding, “Rady say sowwy.” she lifted her up and squeaked, “I sowwy!”

“Is okay,” Juniper smiled sympathetically, patting Cyclone’s foreleg with her plush, “Shiny is not good either, he sowwy too.”

“I like you!” Cyclone smiled, sharing a hug with her new friend as they both got back to building their rather large impressive castle fortress. Once built, they spent a fun ten minutes assaulting, rebuilding and defending their castle from the menace of the squidgy ball attackers.

They would have carried on playing longer, had the day care mare not walked over and gently tapped the green pegasus’s shoulder. “Juniper, sweetie, your aunt is here to collect you.”

“Oh, it’s go time for me,” Juniper stood up, growing up as she did so now that her playtime was over. Smiling, she pushed her Shining Armour into a kiss with Radiance and then she used it to kiss Cyclone as well. “I hope I see you again, you’re fun to play with.”

Cyclone highly doubted that, but there was no point making a thing out of it. Waving her hoof, she said, “You fun too. Say bye, Rady.” She waved her plush’s hoof as the green mare left the foal floor with a mare who was much older than her. Now that the foals were leaving, that left herself, Wind Rider, a filly Cyclone had never seen before and a standoffish stallion who thus far had kept himself to himself over in the corner with the wall crayons.

Outside, beyond the partition wall in the adult supervisory area were Bluefeather, Cloud Burst, the quiet stallion who, Cyclone assumed, was here with the adult colt doing a wall drawing and of course the day care mare. She looked around to try and see Rainy Day, but she had left a little while ago with a sleeping Sugar Plum on her back.

Left pretty much to her own devices, what with Wind Rider still enjoying the ball pit, Cyclone decided to rearrange the castle she had built with Juniper. As she worked, she shifted once and was reminded of the large inflatable plug still buried in her ass. She hadn’t thought about it all night. She wasn’t thinking about it for long, however, when the standoffish stallion finally approached her. “Heh…you're cute.”

Thinking nothing of it, Cyclone looked at the red stallion in his white nappy and she giggled. As far as she was concerned he was just being nice, nothing to worry about, nothing alerted her in the slightest. “Well, you is cute too!” she lifted up her plush to her ear and giggled, “Rady says you is cute, too.”

The stallion smiled. Cyclone wasn’t looking directly at him or she would’ve seen the nasty glint in his eyes. “Would you like a lolly?” he asked, ready to put his plan into action.

Not expecting anything untoward, Cyclone’s blue eyes grew large as they lit up. Again, she assumed he was just being nice. “Pwease! Oooh yes pwease!” she squeaked, clapping her hooves together, “I likes lollies!”

Snickering, the red stallion flared his wings and reared up, at the same time he yanked down the front of his nappy to reveal what would otherwise be an impressive erection standing hard and proud. “I got a lolly right here you can suck on, filly.”

Several things happened almost at once then, while Cyclone was confronted with the stallion’s throbbing member. In the adult area, Bluefeather launched herself from her seating pad, screaming, “Who let a paedophile in the foal area‽”

The stallion who had been sat quietly at the table thrust himself up, shouting “Buck you!” and aimed a hard swipe at Bluefeather, seemingly knocking the mid grey pegasus down to the floor.

“Shit!” The day care worker reacted almost instantly, her training kicking in as she hit the radio on her uniform tabard. “Shit, security! Security to the second floor! Security!”

“Bluefeather!” Cyclone finally added her voice to the mix, screaming as her lover and caretaker was knocked to the floor. Instantly growing up, she charged across the padded play area. “You leave my marefriend alone!”

The stallion that had exposed himself though had other ideas. “You're going now nowhere baby girl!” lunging for her, he grabbed at and seized Cyclone’s hind leg, tripping her up and sending her into the padded play floor.

Over in the adult area, the quiet stallion who had punched Bluefeather to the floor reared up to deliver a second, measured strike. Fortunately, Bluefeather knew how to fight. While she was on her back, she saw the double hoof-stomp coming a mile away. She used her powerful wings to sweep the stallion’s front legs as they descended. Cloud Burst used that split second to launch himself in a flying tackle at the paedophile’s accomplice.

“Buck you!” Cyclone screamed and, rolling onto her back, she kicked out with both of her hind legs aimed squarely at the red paedophile’s chest, her muzzle drawn back in a feral snarl. Her kick connected, sending the pegasus reeling backwards into a reared up Wind Rider who punched him in the back of his head.

At that moment, four very burly pegasi security guards flew up the stairs and in very, very short order they had the two stallions subdued and bodily under control. The ‘adult’ of the two, the one who had punched Bluefeather to the ground, yelled his protestations. “Get off of us! We were just doing some harmless role play when that crazy mare threatened my colt!” he struggled uselessly, pointing at Cyclone.

Bluefeather was having none of that, however. “Your colt sexually assaulted my foal!”

The day care mare, her hoof on a heaving Cyclone’s shoulder in an attempt to calm her down, spoke up. “Sirs, you can review the security video, it’s all there.”

Instead of being cowed by that, the ‘adult’ of the two redoubled his efforts to get away. This went about as well as to be expected, seeing as the security guard had him in a severe hammer lock. “Y-You didn't have my permission to film us!”

The security guard holding him down snickered, “You gave permission when you entered, or can’t you read the signs?” he asked while his partner called the Cloudsdale police department, directing them to Trixie’s Place.

In the foal play area, Cyclone was breathing hard, shaking all over as the two security stallions hauled the red stallion, nappy still on him, from the room. “H-He exposed himself to me and the others…” she was apoplectic with anger. Especially with what she had endured back in Canterlot. If the security wasn’t there, she would’ve gladly earned herself twenty five years in prison. “He said I was cute and asked if I wanted a lolly to suck on!”

“Cyclone's right.” Wind Rider added, standing alongside his good friend. “She was minding her business with the building blocks when that....’thing' there assaulted her.”

At the door to the lobby, the security guard paused. “Don’t worry, sir, it's all on the video…” he grunted as the adult struggled in his firm grasp. The stallion who had been playing the colt made a break for it, but, with three heavyset security around him, he did not get far before he was tackled to the ground. Both of them were then hauled off to await the police.

The day care mare fidgeted her forehooves together nervously, surveying the scene. Thankfully there was just the adult table that had been overturned. “I sincerely apologise for this incident, sirs, ma’am.” She spoke to Cloud Burst, Bluefeather, Cyclone, Night Sky and the shy mare.

Dusting herself down, Bluefeather shrugged. She had no quarrel with Trixie’s Place or its staff, she was still impressed with it and them. “Slime are everywhere, miss Sweet Heart,” she read the mare’s nametag at last, “and your security was really quick on the ball.”

The day care worker, Sweet Heart, pointed to all four corners of the large foal room, indicating the hidden cameras there. “We run total surveillance of all the common areas, ma’am.”

While Sweet Heart righted the upturned table, before trotting into the foal area to clean things down, just in case, Cyclone bumped hooves with Wind Rider. “Nice punch ya got in there, Windy.” She was genuinely impressed, she’d never seen her friend punch anything in three years of knowing him.

Wind Rider smiled with pride. “Anytime, Cy.”

“Blue,” Cyclone started, noticing that her lover was checking her wings over, “Are you alright?” the last thing she wanted was for her marefriend to be hurt. This was supposed to be a fun night out, not a bar brawl.

“It takes more than that to bring me down.” Bluefeather smiled, satisfied that her wings were in perfect order. “Thank Cloud Burst for that.” She flared her wings and spread them nice and wide to demonstrate to her young mare that she was alright and so was the long black coat. “Well, that was exciting!”

“Cloud Burst?” Cyclone turned to the stallion with a wide smile on her face. “I've seen you about at the weather factory. Are you taking hugs?”

“Get in line, my little foal.” Bluefeather made sure she was at the front of said line and she hugged Cloud Burst tightly to her, while obediently, Cyclone waited her turn.

Thankfully, as Wind Rider and the other filly weren’t looking for hugs, Cyclone was next in line. “Thanks,” she said with a grateful smile, “for helping out.”

Cloud Burst nodded solemnly, pointing to Wind Rider who was already back in the play area, “Could have been my colt.”

Now the drama was over and done with, Bluefeather seated herself imperiously back at the adult table. She checked the large clock on the wall and saw it wasn’t long until one a.m. Still time enough to play. “You can go back to playing, Cy, if you wish.”

Cyclone nodded, but, while she wanted to play, there was something she had to do first. Lunging at Bluefeather and hugging her tight, she kissed her nose. “Hmm, now I can go play.”

As Cyclone re-entered the foal play area, the shy filly, a little snow white mare with a powder blue mane, summoned up the nerve to talk to her. “Hewwo, I am Cloudshoes, I um…I, ah, I like your pwushie.”

At once back in her own persona, Cyclone smiled and gently bumped hooves with the little mare. She understood why she had stayed out of the fight, brief as it was. She looked as soft and fragile as her voice. “She Radiance.” She introduced her plush with a smile. “You can call her Rady.”

“I drawed her!” taking Cyclone by the hoof, Cloudshoes led the taller black pegasus over to the colouring station in the play area where she showed off several pieces of paper covered in foalish crayon drawings of Radiance and Cyclone that even had the right colours in the right places.

“Wow!” Surveying the art, Cyclone was duly impressed. This mare was better at drawing as a foal than she was as an adult. She picked up her prized toy and showed her the picture. “Rady likes it. I likes too. You very good drawerer.”

Cloudshoes blushed so hard her white cheeks turned a bright red. She knew she was a good artist, but being told it still made her blush. “I drawed a lot, see!”

“You drawed pwetty good.”

Still blushing, Cloudshoes showed Cyclone another really, really good drawing, this time of Zapp and Night Sky which again had all the right colours in the right places. “I drawed this too when you were play'n blocks.”

“Ooh! Look Rady! Cloudshoes drawed Zapp real good!”

Unfortunately, before they could talk any more, a yellow middle aged pegasus with a green mane entered the foal room and called her. “Cloudy, time to go, sweetie.”

“Mama!” Cloudshoes leapt to her hooves, which only increased her height by a little bit and, giving Cyclone the Radiance drawing, turned to leave. “I has to goed now. You keep drawing I done.”

The mare smiled when, having shared a parting hug with Cyclone, her filly waddled over to her. “You find a friend?” she asked as she picked her up onto her back.

“Yes mama, she call Cy and she pwayed nice.”

The yellow mare nodded to Cloud Burst, who worked in her department at the weather factory. “I’ll see you later, Cloud.”

Cloud Burst nodded, “Take care, Willow.”

It had just gone one in the morning and, but for Wind Rider who was fading fast, Cyclone found herself alone in the play area. Being very careful indeed, she placed the drawings down and she decided once more to play with the blocks. Radiance needed a castle.

As she began to arrange the blocks, the jet black mare let out a massive yawn that threatened to split her face. At the same time, the incontinent pegasus let loose a stream of hot pee that soaked the inside of her nappy. Completely unaware of this, Cyclone used her plush to build up the castle even as her heavy nappy squelched under her. “We play wiv the blocks Rady. Makes you a fotwuss!”

Over at the adult table, Bluefeather and Cloud Burst continued to chat about life, the universe and everything until the mid-grey pegasus looked over at her filly and saw that she was moving around with a very heavy nappy hanging from her rear end. “Cy, honey,” she said as she stood up, “do you need a change?”

Cyclone, lost in the construction of her mighty block fortress, looked up at her nanna, only now aware that she had soiled her nappy. “Um...yes nanna, pwease.”

Smiling, Bluefeather entered the padded play area and lifted up her sodden foal. Along with her changing bag, she carried her over to a nearby changing table. “Let’s get you dry and then it is beddy-bye time.”

“Aw! Nuh huh!” Cyclone tried to protest as she was placed on her back and her legs were lifted up. Unfortunately another large yawn rendered her protest moot. It didn’t help that she was normally well asleep by now. “I wanna play! Me an' Rady made a fotwuss to keep out da bad ponies!”

“We can always come back.” Bluefeather smiled as she got to work removing the heavy pee soaked nappy.

Cyclone wriggled when the air hit her exposed wet marehood. “You right, nanna.”

Once she started, Bluefeather performed a quick change, wiping her marefriend’s crotch clean, adding talcum powder before affixing a clean, dry nappy securely around her waist and the inflatable plug still in her asshole. Lastly, she dumped the soiled nappy into the trash can by the table. Leaning in to her now dry mare, she whispered, “Over all I think you were a good filly today.”

On her back, Cyclone smiled, “I was just being me…” she trailed off into another yawn.

One light kiss to her lips later and Bluefeather said, “Let’s go back to our home. I'll walk you out a foal, but if you want you can grow up outside.” Smiling, she put the chest harness back on her.

“Deal nanna!” Before Bluefeather could take up the leash on the harness though, Cyclone galloped back to the play area where she had been building her castle and picked up the drawings. There was no way she was leaving those behind. Besides, Cloudshoes rang a bell, and she wanted to look her up, tomorrow.

“Rad.” Bluefeather said simply as Cyclone ran back to her in the adults area. Obediently, Cyclone lifted up her left wing to reveal that her Radiance and the pictures she had been given were safely stowed there. The older mare furrowed her brow, “I didn't see you draw that, sweetie.”

Cyclone shook her head, lowering her wing to hold her things. “Cloudshoes drawed them!” she explained, “she's super nice and super good!” Satisfied by that, Bluefeather kissed her foal, leaving the pink pacifier in her mouth when she pulled away. Sucking on it almost automatically, Cyclone stood up, ready to go.

Taking up the leash in her hoof, Bluefeather pulled on it, steering her foal towards the door. “Time to go home, Cy.” Following eagerly behind her caretaker, the jet black mare waved to Wind Rider and Cloud Burst. Outside in the cold chilly night air, Bluefeather turned to her lover on the street. “I admit, I was a little envious when Rainy Days nursed her filly back there.” She said, taking the pacifier back with a kiss.

“I’mma growing up.” Cyclone announced with a blink of her blue eyes. “We can do that for real, real soon, babes.”

Bluefeather nodded solemnly as they walked along the street, Trixie’s Place behind them and her house up ahead. “It takes a couple of days for the milk to come in, but yeah, soon.” She gave Cyclone another, far more adult kiss, “I had a lot of fun watching you and the others playing. Even when what happened, happened, this is a really nice place.”

“I had fun too!” Cyclone took the kiss and, under the glare of a street light, she nuzzled her marefriend. “Hey um, are you really alright?”

“I am,” Bluefeather gave a reassuring smile, “I fell away when I saw the blow coming.” Just to put Cyclone’s mind at ease, she allowed her to inspect her shoulder. “See? Didn't even leave a bruise the lightweight. I think I hit him harder with my wing. How about you?” the mid grey mare asked, “I thought you were going to punch him in the nut sack.”

Carefully, Cyclone inspected Bluefeather’s shoulder until she was satisfied she was okay. “If that animal hadn't tripped me up, I would've gone to prison for him…” she shuddered and trembled, “I...it’s...it’s stuff like that just brings up bad memories I'd rather forget…”

Sighing, Bluefeather gave her a sympathetic hug. She knew exactly what had upset her so much. “Yeah, if a foal of mine had pulled that stunt they'd be on the street. When the idiot adult has them do it though...I did want to bust his chops but those security were really fast.”

Cyclone did not return the hug. She simply stood there still until the older mare pulled away. “When I think of what I did, what I could've done, to that poor little filly in Canterlot...ugh…” she turned her face away as familiar tears welled up in her eyes, “I’m s-sorry…”

“In a way I'm glad I wasn't there, but if I was your nanna back then, I don't think it would have happened.”

“I was a stupid dumb mare for taking those potions!” said Cyclone, kicking the dense compacted cloud street with the toe of her hoof. She hated ponies like that stallion before, because she knew deep down she had come perilously close to becoming that stallion.

Turning her head to face her, Bluefeather silenced her self-loathing lover with a kiss to the lips. “You're my stupid dumb mare now,” she giggled, making a very big mental note to take Cyclone back to Ponyville and that zebra before she got very much older. Whether she wanted to or not.

Returning the kiss, Cyclone at last managed a thin smile. “I love you, Blue.”

Bluefeather smiled now that Cyclone was smiling, albeit thinly. “I’m growing to love you more every day. Pretty light night for us though, just two beers.”

“You know there's more at home, right?” Cyclone giggled, “And I'm your awesome Playcolt model. Don’t you forget that.”

“Forget what?” Bluefeather giggled, eager to keep the light mood as she walked along the darkened street. “I see you knew some of the ones there and they knew you, too.”

Cyclone nodded, guessing correctly that was the reason for the trip to Trixie’s Place, so that Bluefeather could play super-secret agent pony and find out about her from those that played with her. A smart idea, really. “Storm Chaser I told you about. Wind Rider I met in the foal area one time a couple of years back. He's strictly a foal friend. He’s with Cloud Burst, they’re married. I’ve seen Cloud Burst about, enough to say hi in passing. What were you chatting about?”

“You, of course!” Bluefeather giggled again, “I think the worse anypony had to say about you is that you don't take a lot too seriously. Not a bad fault to have.”

Cyclone couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. “Well, there's a time and a place for everything. I can be serious when the need arises, other than that, I like to have a laugh and see what happens most of the time.”

“When you get to know me, I'm not much different.” Bluefeather assured her as they turned onto the street where Cyclone lived, at least for now, anyway. “Oh we are here, already.”

Seeing as Bluefeather stood aside to allow her to open the door, Cyclone did so and politely stood aside for her marefriend to enter first. “To be honest, having very few inhibitions helps. When I was younger I was overconfident to the point of reckless, that's not really me anymore.”

“I can't say I was ever that way.” Bluefeather replied, standing in Cyclone’s kitchen. “More like painfully shy. Then one day I thought, ponies are too worried about themselves to be worried about me. That’s when I loosened up and moved up in the weather world.”

“Being loose is good,” Cyclone commented, going over to her fridge. “Do you want one before bed?”

Bluefeather shook her head. “No, I'm good, are you sleeping with me or in your crib?”

Cyclone didn’t have to even think about that. With everything that had happened to her that day, especially the news of her mother’s death in Whinnyapolis, she needed adult time. “I want to sleep with you. I um...I need cuddles, with everything that's happened, please?”

Bluefeather saw her lover about to burst into tears now that she was thinking about her mother. She decided to act quickly lest her distraction tactics this night be for naught. “It is a good thing I like cuddles…” smiling tenderly, she led the struggling young pegasus up to the second bedroom.

In spite of her growing maudlin mood, Cyclone still ran up the stairs and, when Bluefeather made use of the bathroom, she hopped onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress three times an before she laid herself out as sexily as she could. “Did I hear somepony bouncing on the bed?” Bluefeather asked, walking in with a smile on her face.

On the bed, Cyclone raised her hoof. “Guilty as charged.”

“Good thing this is your place, then.” Bluefeather snickered as she flopped into bed next to her young lover, immediately snuggling up to her.

Smiling, Cyclone snuggled deep into her side, her head buried in her fur. “Oh? What if it was yours?”

“Then, some filly not a million miles away would be thankful her bottom is well padded.”

“Ooh...promise?” Cyclone kissed her lover’s lips, “cos...sometimes I can be a naughty pony.”

“Really?” Bluefeather asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, eventually giggled when she saw Cyclone’s pout. “I don't expect perfection, I just expect you'll do your best.”

Cyclone joined her lover in her giggles, though she didn’t move from her snuggled position. “You'll always get my best, Blue. That's a promise…” she kissed her mare’s chest, trailing her hoof down to rest just above her breasts.

“Hmm…” Bluefeather kissed Cyclone’s lips, stifling a yawn in the process. “Somepony may be feeling frisky, but nanna needs her sleep.”

“I'm going to sleep, eventually.” Cyclone snickered and nestled her head into the mid grey mare’s shoulder, at last closing her eyes as the clock ticked over to one thirty a.m.

“Oh, and Cy,” Bluefeather smiled with her eyes closed, her thoughts turning to the inflatable butt plug still nestled deep in her lover’s ass, “let me know if your eyes turn brown…” she said, snuggling against her warm body.

“Ha. Ha. You'll be the first to know,” Cyclone yawned, eyes closed with a face full of fur, “right now it’s comfy and I feel happy and full.” Sleep came to both mares not very long after that, in the dark quiet of the bedroom. As they slept, nestled in each other’s body heat, they were oblivious to the small cloud quake that sent the already derelict house next door crumbling to the ground.