Sunday morning rolled around, as it was wont to do, following Saturday. Seven a.m., and while the early morning sunlight shone through the windows of Cyclone’s bedroom, the jet black mare let out a loud ‘mMmm...’ Snoring gently, she was drooling into Bluefeather’s mid grey fur. Underneath her, awakened both by the sun in her eyes and the snoring in her ear, Bluefeather knew her lover hadn’t pooped, and that she must not be in much distress.

Moving just slightly to get the bright sun out of her eyes but not enough to wake her sleeping drooling marefriend, Bluefeather ran her hoof gently over Cyclone’s nappy, checking to see if she was wet. When her hoof came away damp, she smiled to herself and whispered, “My oh my, wet at both ends.”

“Mmm...” Cyclone mumbled as her furry pillow shifted underneath her, rousing her ever so slightly. “M-Mom...” she fidgeted in her sleep, “Mom...” hearing that, Bluefeather made like a statue and forced herself to lie perfectly still, listening to what she was dreaming about. “D-Don' go mom...” Cyclone stirred a little more, starting to get restless.

Thinking what she could do, Bluefeather slowly wrapped her lover up in a hug, making sure to keep her drooling mouth on her chest. This seemed to work. “Hmm...” Cyclone nestled in, smiling for a few minutes before she cracked open her eyes. As Bluefeather was still holding her, her breathing regular and she couldn’t see her face, the black mare thought she was still asleep. “M-Mommy...”

As Cyclone yawned and opened her blue eyes properly, Bluefeather tightened her hug. “No sweetie, it’s just nanna.” In response, Cyclone squeezed her while the older mare nuzzled the top of her head and her ears. “So, it’s another beautiful day. Ideas?”

Properly awake, her illusion shattered, Cyclone sighed as she lay next to her lover. ‘Reality isn’t all that bad,’ she thought with a smile, even though deep down she wanted her mother. “Well...I'll need to call the gang, tell them what's going on, and we have that meeting at ten with Misty. Other than that, I'm aaaaall yours.”

“Shopping for a couple days of supplies.” Bluefeather thought out loud, “Line up the movers. Say your good-byes to anypony else here in Cloudsdale.”

Cyclone nodded, still laying deep in her lover’s fur. She had no real intentions of moving when she was this comfortable. “Sounds like a plan. Maybe we hit up the Cloud Burger joint for an unhealthy lunch afterwards?”

“That sounds just terrible.” Bluefeather giggled, “I'm all in.”

Then, an idea came to the black mare. “Hey, we could do that, or...now that I'm back in with Dusky, we could always drop in on his aunt and steal her cake?” she asked, breaking out in a fit of giggles when Bluefeather gave her a look that reserved for especially naughty fillies. That ‘look’ made her change her mind. “Or...um...maybe we don't do that…”

Bluefeather shook her head. ‘Drop in on the Princess of the Sun and steal her cake?’ she thought, her inner jury still out on whether or not Cyclone was on the level as far as that was concerned. Still, benefit of the doubt, she had earned that much. “Cy, are you really that tight with Prince Dusk?”

“Yeah,” Cyclone nodded, her tone all serious, “well, I was years ago. On Thursday at the party the gang got back together. I guess it's like it was before, just that we’re all older.”

Bluefeather smiled in her lover’s embrace. She had to admit that all added up, so who was she to call her false? “Oh, the party Wildfire told me about, when she and Tempest told me all about you…” she bent her neck and half kissed, half nibbled Cyclone’s ear. “I know for a fact Caffeinated moves with the big crowd.”

“Mmm...” Cyclone purred, flicking the ear that had been nibbled. She had sensitive ears, and Bluefeather was very close to finding out just how sensitive. “Ooh l-lower...hmmm yeah...Lu-Luna was there, Octavia, Twilight and Dusk...it was just like old times, like the last four years hadn't happened.”

Bluefeather, obligingly going lower on her lover’s ear, smiled, “Time can do that. It can crawl slower than mountains eroding or fly faster than Captain Dash.”

Cyclone couldn’t help but smile. “Rainbow's alright. She’s a bit up herself when it comes to flying but I guess when you can do what she can, she has the right to be up herself. Twilight keeps her on a pretty short leash though.”

Bluefeather giggled, knowing exactly what Cyclone meant by that. She wasn’t being figurative. “I've seen that at conferences. I think she keeps Captain Dash around to fetch her coffee.”

“I'd fetch your tea,” Cyclone giggled on her spare bed, “if it wasn't up too high.”

“Well, I could move it to a lower cabinet.” Bluefeather retorted, a big smile all over her face, especially now the sun had moved out of her eyes.

Cyclone had a smile as big as her marefriend. “Oh, then that is definitely something I'd do for you.”

“You are a silly little filly and I love you for it.” Bluefeather smiled, nuzzling her lover’s ears once more. “Does the heavy nappy pony need that big butt plug removed?”

“I'm not silly!” Cyclone pulled a huge fake pout, sticking her bottom lip out like the most spoiled filly in the land. “I just like role playing different things, that’s all.” She giggled, unable to hold the pout for very long, especially with the look that Bluefeather was giving her. Although she hadn’t been thinking of the butt plug still in her ass, now it was mentioned, it was starting to hurt a little. “Yes, please, I'd love it removed.”

Snickering, Bluefeather rolled Cyclone off of her and onto the bed, drying her drooled-on chest on hers as she did so. “I think I'm going to let you run around 'all natural' till we leave,” she said, casually removing the heavy wet nappy before deflating and removing the butt plug. ‘Wow…she took that to two whole inches!’ she thought, impressed at her anal ability. “Maybe you want to go use the big filly potty?”

“Oooh!” no sooner had Bluefeather said ‘potty’ that she found she had to go. Now. “Ooh yes, I do now that's gone!” rolling over, her asshole still gaping open a little, Cyclone quickly scooted to the bathroom while Bluefeather busied herself with disposing of the nappy and cleaning the plug along with the other toys they used last night.

Ten minutes later, bathroom business all taken care off, Cyclone walked into an empty spare bedroom. “Ooooh babes that feels better…”she trailed off, realising the bedroom was empty. “Blue?”

Thankfully, a sniff of her nose later told her where her sexy pegasus was hiding. There was no mistaking the smell of chocolate chip waffles coming from her kitchen. “I smell waffles!” she squealed happily, running downstairs like it was her birthday.

“I didn't find any syrup so I made a fruit compote to go with the waffles.”

Cyclone’s heart melted. Sexy, caretaker and now provider of waffles. Bluefeather was the perfect pony. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” she asked rhetorically, rearing up behind her marefriend and kissing her below her ear.

Bluefeather giggled, tipping freshly cooked waffles onto waiting plates. “So seldom that I often forget.”

Cyclone hugged her forelegs around Bluefeather’s belly. “I love you…” she purred, nibbling her lover’s ear.

“Hmm…I may be willing to part with a waffle or two.” Bluefeather smiled, leaning her head back to nuzzle Cyclone’s cheek.

“I shall buy them with a kiss!” Cyclone declared, nuzzling Bluefeather’s neck before delivering two long deep kisses to her jaw and cheek, “or two.”

Bluefeather kissed back, considering the terms of the deal and finding them acceptable. “A fair price. Set the table please while I serve up breakfast.”

“You got it, Blue!” her task given, and duly accepted, Cyclone trotted over to a nearby cupboard in the kitchen and, once there, she retrieved an almost pristine white table cloth with roses around the bottom that looked like it had never been used. Once that was draped meticulously over the kitchen table, she went back for some seldom used grown up plates and cutlery.

Bluefeather of course caught this out of the corner of her eye. “You don't have to change because of me.”

“I know hun,” Cyclone smiled, setting out the knives and forks. “I just thought, seeing as it's one of the last meals I'll ever eat here, you'd like to eat off of something that's not got a Power Pony on it...that and I don't entertain much.”

“A good enough reason as any,” Bluefeather commented as she carried over a stack of chocolate chip waffles on two plates to the table along with a berry compote to put on them.

Smiling broadly, Cyclone helped herself to a couple of waffles. “Thanks, by the way, for cleaning those toys.”

“It wasn’t a problem,” Bluefeather replied after she had eaten and swallowed a waffle, “After all, they might be used on me!” she concluded with a bright giggle.

Taking a moment to consign an utterly delicious steaming hot chocolate chip waffle, as well as the compote, to the prison of her belly, Cyclone giggled, “Oh, what box should they go in, if we're bringing them back with us?” she asked, digging her fork into a third waffle.

Bluefeather merely pointed to one of the four boxes that currently occupied the old pink playpen, meaning for her to just pick one. Several long minutes later, when both of them had finished their breakfast, the older pegasus immediately got started washing the dishes. “You dry.”

“Yes ma'am!” there was just ‘something’ about being ordered like that, that made Cyclone’s hot bits all the hotter. Obediently she fluttered her way over to the sink and she grabbed a towel.

“It only takes a couple of minutes to get to the Weather Factory from here?” Bluefeather asked, passing a freshly washed plate to her lover to dry.

“Yeppers!” Cyclone squeaked, putting the dry plate on the draining board, “you passed it on the way to this backwater suburb, remember?”

Bluefeather nodded. She did remember, of course, she just wanted to keep her lover distracted so she wasn’t able to dwell too much on her mother, especially as she had dreamed about her. She only hoped they were good dreams. “In that case, I'm still tense from last night's incident with that paedophile couple.” She said once the dishes were done. “So, there is plenty of time for you to help me relax before the meeting, yes?” she asked, running her blue tail up and down her young lover’s hind leg.

Cyclone giggled, shivering a little with the touch of her lover’s tail, especially how high her tail was going. “Oh?” she smiled, wrapping her turquoise tail with her older marefriend’s, entwining them together, “and how would my lady like to relax?”

Oh, Bluefeather knew just how she would like to relax. “I think my elderly frame could use five orgasms. That sounds nice and relaxing.”

“Only five?” Cyclone giggled, shimmying behind Bluefeather, licking up and nipping her ear as she did so. “I can do that…”

Bluefeather took a moment to dry her hooves. “I'm not a greedy mare,” she whispered, her breath hitching, leaning back against Cyclone’s reared up body, her back pressed to her lover’s front, “But I am a needy mare.”

“Hmhmm…” Cyclone smiled with intent, lowering her hoof to rub circles around Bluefeather’s breast as she held her and kissed the back of her neck. Bluefeather, content in her lover’s embrace, remained on her hind legs at the kitchen counter while Cyclone kissed her way down her neck from her mane to her shoulders, using her wings for balance as her hoof stroked the feathers on her right wing and her other hoof at her breast ventured lower down.

Relaxing control over her wings, Bluefeather allowed both of them fan out. “Mmm, so they do pop?” Cyclone purred out the question, her hoof stroking between the blue tinted primary feathers as her hoof went low, going below her pubic mound to stroke at her moistening marehood. Between her soft sighs of contentment, the mid grey mare tried to control her giggles. She failed.

“Mmm...” Cyclone licked and nibbled down Bluefeather’s neck, her hoof now stroking its way along her lover’s primaries as her other hoof found and rubbed over her hard clitoris. She knew she had found her spot as she felt the older mare shudder within her grasp.

“You like that sexy?” Cyclone asked, rhetorically, nipping harder at the other side of her neck as she changed hooves, the one at her clit now working her left wing and her hoof rubbing circles around her nub.

Panting, her marehood getting ever wetter, Bluefeather pushed against her young lover. “You can't tell that, then you need more training…” Cyclone simply giggled, flicking her tongue over her neck between harder nips, her hoof starting to rub her clit harder and faster, making Bluefeather’s hind legs tremble more as she pushed down on her hoof.

Cyclone met Bluefeather’s push with increased pressure from her hoof as she rubs away over her ever moistening marehood, the whole bottom of her hoof exciting her swollen labia and nub. She knew she was doing it right when she felt her hoof getting steadily wetter and wetter from her marefriend’s juices. Further cues were given when Bluefeather’s breathing shortened and she panted. “Cum for me, sexy…” Cyclone bit down hard on her neck and began to suck, her hoof strumming away.

“Mmm…aaAAAAH!” Bluefeather gave a particularly loud lust fuelled moan and, with her first release, she slumped against her young lover’s body. “Mmmm yeeeesssssss!”

Letting go with her mouth but leaving her hoof where it was, Cyclone smiled, proud of the love bite flourishing on her partner’s neck. “Teehee, some sexy pony has hickies!”

Bluefeather, pleasure running through her body, really didn’t care. She wanted more. “Some ponies can wear them with pride.”

“I do hope so,” Cyclone kissed the fresh love bite, “ready to go?”

“Wh-Where…” Bluefeather panted, more than a bit breathless, “G-Go where?”

Cyclone, checking the clock and seeing it was only a quarter past eight in the morning, snickered in her lover’s twitching ear, “for number two, my lady.” That said, she let go of Bluefeather’s body and, getting down to the floor, rolling over to her back and positioned herself between her spread open hind legs.

“Take me there.”

Cyclone was, if anything, an obedient mare. “Yes ma'am!” sitting up, she used her hooves to massage the six blue raindrops of Bluefeather’s cutie marks as she delivered a lick all the way from her tail-hole to her hard clit. Bluefeather arched her back in sheer pleasure while Cyclone licked up her centre again. Smiling, tasting her lover’s juices on her tongue, she blew softy on her enlarged clit, one hoof massaging just under the dock of her tail.

As Cyclone continued her sensual assault, Bluefeather’s breathing became staggered as her hind legs closed. “Mmm...hello beautiful…” the jet black mare adjusted herself underneath her panting lover and she slid her tongue as deep inside her dripping wet tunnel as she could manage, her hooves leaving her cutie marks to rubbing her breasts.

“Ta...take me!” Bluefeather moaned in desperation. Underneath her, Cyclone could tell she was already very close to her second climax. Swirling her tongue around inside her sopping muscular tunnel once then twice, she pulled out and sucked hard on her throbbing nub.

That did it. With a loud resounding, “YEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEES!” Bluefeather screamed out her orgasm, filling her lover’s waiting mouth with her sweet nectar.

Eagerly, Cyclone lapped her tongue all around Bluefeather’s still dripping marehood then, when she was satisfied she was clean, she slid forward to start licking and kissing the tight ring of her anus, her left forehoof lowering over her thigh to rub at her aching clitoris.

Above her, the mid grey mare was breathing hard, loving the touch of the warm wet tongue rimming her puckered ring. “Maybe I am a greedy mare after all…”

“I love greedy mares…” Cyclone replied, though her voice was muffled thanks to her marefriend’s thighs pressed around her head. She stiffened her tongue and, in one motion, she inserted it deep into Bluefeather’s asshole, swirling it around and tasting her anal cavity while her hoof worked away on her swollen clit. In response, the older mare raised her tail up high and stiff like a flag as she clenched her butt cheeks.

Underneath, Cyclone kept up her efforts, eating out her lover’s tail hole with gusto while her hoof strummed away like she was playing a guitar.

Pushing down hard on Cyclone’s face and muzzle, Bluefeather let out a loud series of moans and unintelligible sounds. “GUuuUUUAaaaaAAAH!” she cried, drooling when her young lover flexed her very talented tongue inside her asshole, she could feel her licking around the muscular walls. When one of her hooves began flicking a nipple, she melted in total relaxation and in a voice barely audible, she begged, “Wings. Sweet Celestia do my wings!”

“Hmm!” Cyclone moaned out an agreement from under Bluefeather as she lifted up both her forehooves. If her lover wanted her wings doing, then she would gladly oblige. Feeling blindly, she eventually found what she was looking for and she began stroking the feathers on both wings. Almost the second she began, Cyclone could feel the wings grow stiff under her touch. They grew even stiffer when she reached up as high as she could, massaging the secondary feathers.

The moment Cyclone started her well-placed massage, Bluefeather’s body shifted with a very dramatic movement of her fully erect wings. Arching her back, the jet black mare reached up from Bluefeather’s secondaries to rub her way along the wing bones and leading edges, her tongue still deep inside her asshole. “Hard!” she screamed, “do me hard!”

Doing as she was told, Cyclone increased the pressure of the massage she was performing on Bluefeather’s wing joints. “Yes!” the older mare shrieked, “do them like a storm!” Hearing that, Cyclone used the hard edges of her hooves to rub in small circles against the grain of the feathers. After a second, she could tell that Bluefeather was getting into it.

Taking a little risk, Cyclone decided to rub her lover’s wings harder with much rougher strokes while her tongue was still busy buried up her bitter ass crack. Bluefeather was in utter heaven. “MMmmm Sweet Celestia!”

‘Ooooh…she's into that, huh?’ Cyclone thought, grinning inwardly as she began to dig the toe of her hoof into the skin under the feathers, adding to her rough massage. Straightaway, her blue tinted wings shuddered and flicked, slapping Cyclone with her feathers. ‘IHmm, I like that, she can so spank me!’ with that in mind, she rubbed her wings as hard as she dared.

Three seconds later, with an extremely loud scream of “OOOOOH YEEEEEEEEEES!” Bluefeather came for the third time, wrapping her wings around her lover like a cocoon. She was panting very hard and in a soft voice, she murmured, “I-I think I've given up my fetish…”

At last, when she felt Bluefeather’s orgasm die out, Cyclone pulled her tongue out of her muscular sphincter, licking her lips as she did so. She saw the six discarded feathers littering her kitchen floor. It didn’t take a genius to know what her fetish was. “I hope I wasn't too rough?”

Staring down at her young lover, Bluefeather caressed her cheek gently with her hoof. “Cy, I joy ride hurricanes.”

Cyclone winked and giggled, “I guess that's a no then.” Standing up from her kitchen floor, she hugged Bluefeather tightly. “That was three. You have two to go, sweetie.”

“I think there is no need to rush.” Bluefeather panted, finally getting her breathing under control, “Some cuddling on a softer spot would be good.”

Cyclone had just the thing. She pulled a very heroic pose, declaring, “To the bed-cave!”

Bluefeather giggled, she couldn’t help it. “Think you can carry me there?”

Right now, had she asked, Cyclone was sure she could carry her anywhere. “But of course, my love!”

Bluefeather helped Cyclone to help her onto her back, helpfully resting herself lengthways so her head rested on the turquoise mane. “Lead on, my sweet chariot.”

As she turned to trot out of the kitchen to her stairs, Cyclone did notice that the usually tidy neat freak that was her marefriend did nothing whatsoever about the feathers that she had shed during their admittedly intense session. Where the black mare expected her to be all over it, she instead left in the kitchen. “Hey, um, you want I should pick those up?”

“They've left me!” Bluefeather made a fake but very dramatic sniffle. “Maybe you can find a use for them.”

“I can turn them into a feather bracelet,” Cyclone thought out loud as she trotted on up the stairs to the spare bedroom. A more pressing thought occurred to her though that pushed thoughts of feathers and hoof-crafts out of her mind. “So, you have a thing for hurricanes?”

“And hail storms.” Bluefeather expanded, “I love hail storms.”

As she said that, another thought came to the black pegasus, she paused at the doorway to the spare – adult – bedroom. “You think you can do it with a pony on your back?” she asked, giving voice to her idea that she’d been having for a while now, she just lacked the right incentive.

Bluefeather considered that for a moment, wondering where her mount was going with her train of thought. Certainly not towards the bed, at any rate. “I could do that, yes, but you have to fan your wings to protect your head.”

Nodding, taking that in, Cyclone walked into the bedroom, heading towards the spare bed. “You see, I think it's about time I buck this fear of heights once and for all, but I need your help.”

At the bed, Bluefeather let herself slide off of Cyclone’s back, flopping onto hers on the duvet. “Easy to say, not so easy to implement, my little love.” She opened all four of her legs wide, inviting her mare in, “I'll be with you every step, or flap, as the case may be.”

“Yeah,” Cyclone slid on top of her much older lover, she knew how hard it would be, but she really wanted to beat her long-time fear. “But…you inspire me, Blue.”

Bluefeather smiled a truly heartfelt smile. “I do try because I love to see my foals grow in spirit,” she kissed Cyclone’s lips, “if not in age.”

Eagerly, Cyclone returned the kiss, rubbing her breasts over her marefriend’s little mounds, “and this filly likes impressing you.”

“Then stay true to yourself.”

Raising herself up to her knees, Cyclone rubbed her marehood over Bluefeather’s, loving the feeling of their wet snatches rubbing together. From the way she closed her eyes and purred, Bluefeather loved the sensation too. Lifting up her left hind leg for ease of access, the younger pegasus ground herself down a little harder as she started to lick her grey hoof.

In a quiet voice, Bluefeather moaned, “Now with less crinkle…”

“Mmm...oh, hush you!” Cyclone giggled into the frog of her lover’s hoof, licking it as she started to scissor her.

Involuntarily, Bluefeather’s leg twitched violently. “Aaah! AaaAAK!”

“You don't like?”

“Ticklish hooves!”

“I’m sorry sexy,” straightaway, Cyclone ceased in her kissing, obvious as it was that her partner didn’t enjoy it. Instead, she concentrated on what she was enjoying, namely grinding their pussies together ever harder.

“Ju-Just a warning,” Bluefeather panted, her eyes rolling in her head, “I c-can kick pr-pretty hard when my hooves are tickled.”

“Aaaah...n-noted babes…” Cyclone gasped, vigorously sliding her sopping crotch over the older mares as they scissored each other, their legs wide. “Wh-whooo! L-Luuna above, I love you!”

“Sure, I'll do a threesome…” Bluefeather giggled as she moved her forehoof to the juncture of the two of them together, the toe of said hoof flicking both their hard exposed clitorises at the same time.

“Ngggh...oooh that's hot!” Cyclone moaned, she really started to buck her hips to Bluefeather’s, while the weather manager kept rubbing the both of them, biting her lip in concentration. “GAAaaaAH!” Cyclone let out a throaty scream, her grindings becoming erratic as she got close to her climax. “Ooh...ooh Bluuuue!”

Several hard grinds later and Bluefeather’s hoof movements came to a stop as she put her all into the orgasm, determined to get her lover off as much as she was doing to her. She thrust herself upwards, earning herself a loud, “AaaAAH BLUUUUUE!” as Cyclone slammed down hard and came, squirting her juices all over her crotch.

Reaching her climax at the same time as her young lover, Bluefeather’s scream was drowned out by Cyclone yelling her name. As she recovered her breath, she wondered if the neighbours heard that. She hoped so, as she snuggled with her on the bed. The jet black mare leant forward and kissed the mid grey fur of her chest, all the way up to her neck. “You've been very creative love. I thank you.”

Cyclone, duly flattered, performed a little bow, though it was little as she was still connected to her partner. “It's been my pleasure giving you pleasure. Plus, I saved the best for last!”

Bluefeather giggled, feeling a little dramatic. “The last of a round for the beginning of years, sweetheart.”

“You got it, hun!” at last, she rolled over, separating herself from Bluefeather’s wet crotch as she reached into the top drawer of the nightstand this time. “I think you'll like this toy, babes.”

“It's not Buffy's stake is it?” asked Bluefeather, feeling mischievous.

“No!” Cyclone squeaked, trying not to be affronted that she’d use a valuable prop as a sex toy. Again, at any rate. “That's in a box downstairs,” she giggled, “but I can certainly impale you with it…” she smiled, pulling out the large anatomically correct black strap on stallionator that perfectly matched her fur.

Impressed, Bluefeather laughed. “Okies, I'm both surprised and impressed. I've seen Tempest pretending to be a stallion with one of those.” When she saw the sexy look that Cyclone was giving her, she cleared her throat, affecting a thoroughly over the top accent. “I vant your blooood vittle pony. You no can stop me! Muahahahaha!”

So funny was Bluefeather’s impersonation – which, she realised, was buck all like any vampony from Buffy, more a parody of the Nosferatu movie – that Cyclone had to cover her mouth with her hoof she was sniggering so hard. “Would my sexy vampony help me into this? Then I can rut you so hard you'll think you're alive again.”

Bluefeather took a moment to run an appreciative hoof along the stallionator’s impressive length, taking in all the veins and the medial ring. Imagining that plundering her insides was enough to make her dripping again. “You betcha I'll help you put this stake in me!” standing up on the bed, she quickly moved behind her.

“Mr. Pointy is gonna love you as much as he loves me!” Cyclone smiled, standing with her hind legs ready for the straps.

‘She’s named her strap on?’ Bluefeather thought, supressing a laugh, ‘of course she has…’ she shook her head as she helped Cyclone into the harness and tightened the straps of ‘Mr. Pointy’. That done, she laid down on the bed looking up at her slayer. “You have my permission to jump on the bed a bit, as I want to watch that bounce on your belly.”

“Whoo!” Cyclone, not needing to be told twice, had a massive grin on her face as she leapt on the bed, bouncing hard enough to bounce the toy up into her belly. Watching, Bluefeather’s forehoof drifted between her hind legs as she watched the phallus bounce off of her belly between her breasts. Just because she could, Cyclone bounced a few more times on the bed, making the most of the opportunity.

Having got herself ready, as if that was necessary, Bluefeather rolled over to her belly and, with her chest on the bed, she lifted her ass up high and her blue tail even higher. “I'm feeling very empty…” she purred over her shoulder, a forehoof still pressed between her hind legs, her hindquarters fully exposed.

In mid bounce, Cyclone flapped her black wings to land behind her wanting lover. “Oh, what's this‽” she cried, getting into her role, “I see a sexy vampony in my room!” she ran her forehooves over Bluefeather’s back before rearing up and inching forward. “Mr. Pointy knows how to stop vamponies like you!”

“Oh no,” Bluefeather shrieked playfully, “spare me from sweet life!” she cried out as Cyclone rested her hooves on the top of her wing joints, very gently sliding the toy inside her accommodating snatch. “Ahhhhhhh, yessssss…” she moaned, full up, though she wasn’t quite fulfilled. “You said something about rutting me?”

“I did,” Cyclone agreed, taking a moment to rest herself inside her lover’s marehood. “But Slayers should be gentle with sexy vamps, at least the first time.” Slowly, for she remembered the time she was a little too rough with Air Raid, the lime green mare still had trouble with her neck because of it, she hilted the toy inside then pulls out only to re-enter quite a lot firmer, pulling on her grey wings.

While Bluefeather appreciated the considerate thought, right now she wanted to be rutted to within an inch of her life. “Just so you know this isn't my first time, but I do want you to be comfortable doing this.” For added effect, she fluttered her wings as sexily as she could manage.

“Oh, I got this hun…” now she was sure Bluefeather was okay, she quickened the pace of her thrusts, roughly tugging at her lover’s wings for leverage. “Hmmm yeeah!” she grunted, while Bluefeather continued to flutter her wings and she pushed back on her forward strokes. “AaaAH...oh...ooh B-Blue...” Cyclone thrust a little harder, going up to the toes of her hind hooves with each thrust.

In a whole world of pleasurable sensations, Bluefeather flared her wings and she folded them back, extending them along Cyclone’s flanks. “Rut me!”

“AAAH...oh I'll rut you good!” now thoroughly encouraged, Cyclone dug her hooves into Bluefeather’s wings as she really started to pound her dripping marehood good and hard. She was snorting with each forward thrust, especially when the older mare’s back pushes became erratic as she was overcome with pleasure. “Squeal! Squeal, vamp!” Cyclone yelled, pounding inside hard enough to force the tip of the toy against her cervix.

Bluefeather’s wings moved away from Cyclone’s sides as they went fully erect. “Stake me! Stake me go...goo... oohhh yesss!” she screamed, squealing obligingly as she was again pushed to her edge.

In pure arousal, Cyclone snorted as her next several thrusts hit her lover’s cervical wall again and again. “AaaAAH BUUUCK YEES!” at the same time, the part of the toy in her was rubbing her clit the right way.

Five thrusts later, five hard taps of her cervix later, the medial ring of the toy rubbing her clit, and Bluefeather was pushed over her edge. “CyyyYYYyyyyyyYYYCLOOOooooOOOOOOONE!” she screamed, the rocking so hard it was making dents in the wall, her fifth and strongest orgasm hitting so hard she drenched the floor with her cum.

“BUUCK BLUUUUUE!” Cyclone screamed with her marefriend, hilting the toy inside her one last time as she came really very hard as well, the frame of the bed making a hole in the wall the session was that energetic. Underneath her, Bluefeather panted, utterly spent, though her wings were still erect. Above her, Cyclone leant forwards onto her back, nibbling both of her ears.

“I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel…” though, if she was accurate, she was seeing stars, if anything. “I'm undead no more…”

Equally spent, Cyclone flopped on her lover’s back, the toy still buried inside her like it was conjoining them together. “I…I saved my fair maiden!”

“And spent me, love.” Bluefeather gasped, her wings were slowly folding back up, though her breathing was still laboured and slow. “I truly needed that.”

Finally, after a few more minutes, when she herself was able to see straight, Cyclone pulled out and flopped down to lay next to Bluefeather on the bed. “You still pent up, babes?”

Bluefeather shook her head slowly. After five orgasms of that quality, she was anything but pent up, though if she was honest, she wasn’t really to start with. It was merely an exercise in diversion for her lover – albeit a very, very pleasurable diversion – so that she wasn’t eaten up by thoughts of her mother. When Cyclone pulled out, she slowly lowers her hindquarters to the bed. “I'm going to enjoy feeling that all day long, my love.”

“I do have one more idea…” said Cyclone, once she could breathe easy at last.

“It is good to have ideas.” Bluefeather smiled, wondering what on earth she had in mind.

“A bath. A nice warm one with scents and oils. Sound good?”

Bluefeather sighed, somewhat relieved that her idea wasn’t sex-related. She wasn’t sure she could take being taken again. At least not for a few minutes. Or hours. Maybe tomorrow… “Yes, I'll just lay here while you get that prepared, my love.”

“Do you have any preference on the oils?” Cyclone asked with a smile on her face, “I have lavender, lavender or lavender. Your choice.”

“The second one I think, yes, the second one.”

“Hmm, good choice babes, that's my favourite too!” Getting up from the bed, Cyclone left her marefriend where she was and trotted off to the bathroom. She knew from the look on the older mare’s face that happy Blue was happy. She was probably sore, but happy sore.

Cyclone hummed pleasantly as she ran the bath, soon she had it full with steaming hot water to which she added copious amounts of lavender oil. True to her word, she did in fact use the second of three bottles, all were lavender. Once it was ready, the black mare fluttered her way back into the bedroom. “Hey, the bath's ready, babes.”

On the bed, Bluefeather at last had her wings folded away to her sides. “Hmm, that's nice,” she sniffed, detecting a very heady scent of lavender in the air. Another sniff and she detected traces of orange oil in the air too. “Is that the second lavender? Not the third one, right?”

“Oh no, I made sure to use the second, as requested.” Cyclone grinned, as lavender one was mixed with lemon, lavender two was mixed with orange and the third one was a mix with peppermint. As it happened, two was her favourite of the three. She knelt by the bed to allow Bluefeather to climb onto her back.

Looking at her lover, Bluefeather almost burst out laughing. She was still wearing Mr. Pointy. “So, are you wearing that in the bath?”

Cyclone looked down between her legs and saw that the toy was indeed still there. She had honestly forgotten all about it. “If it'll make you giggle I'll wear it to the opera if you like.” She would, too.

Grinning, Bluefeather climbed onto her back. She was in no doubt Cyclone would do as she claimed. “It does look like it's covered with something tasty and I think it could use a good hoof scrubbing too.”

“You see? That’s exactly my thinking...honest!” she snickered, trotting into the bathroom that was masquerading as a sauna, thanks to the steam from the piping hot bath obscuring almost every surface.

Bluefeather, while she liked lavender as much as the next pony, had to force herself to adjust quickly. The heat intensified the scent, and it hit her like a physical wall as they entered the sauna / bathroom. That said, it wasn’t unpleasant, by any means. “I totally believe you because I understand. You um, you don't think I'm too fussy, do you?”

“Nah...well maybe a little, but I love you for it.”

Bluefeather simply giggled at that and she slid off of Cyclone’s back into the tub. As soon as the hot water touched her she was sure she was being cooked, like a lobster in the pot. She was almost expecting her marefriend to add vegetables and light a fire underneath the tub. She was just getting accustomed to the hot, hot water, when it reached under her tail and she was reminded just how sore she was. “Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

Cyclone giggled and she got in the bath with her, raising up the water level even higher, now it was around their necks. She loved the lavender with just a hint of orange in the air. “So, how's the second lavender bath, hun?”

“It’s lovely.” She answered truthfully, especially now her sore marehood and wing joints had adjusted to the heat of the water. “First lavender is a prototype, and third second hoof, this is just right…”

There was a very broad smile on Cyclone’s face. “I’ll admit, it's nice having a sexy mare to share my bath with, for once.”

“Not complaining,” Bluefeather wiggled her flank in the hot steaming water, “Well, not too much, anyway.” She smiled, running a soapy hoof along the length of the stallionhood strapped around Cyclone’s waist.

The jet black mare giggled, her shaking making the toy shake in turn. “Careful, you're making it all hard again!”

“Really?” Bluefeather snickered, “I'll just give it a massage to relax it then.” She said, rolling it between her two hooves, giving it at least a cursory clean. In her mind she was picturing a stallion panting at the treatment she was giving.

“Oooh!” Cyclone squirmed, for in her efforts to clean it, Bluefeather was moving the little end that was inside her, rubbing it against her clit.

“Hmm, it’s still very stiff. Let me try this then…” with that, she lapped at it with her tongue and nibbled with her teeth, pulling the toy back and forth.

“Aaah...ooh...ooh yeah that's better!” Cyclone moaned, causing Bluefeather to move one hoof along Mr. Pointy’s length and, at the bend were it goes in, she rubbed it vigorously. “Ooh B-Blue...” Cyclone melted into the bath, bucking her hips in the hot water.

“I think that did it.” Satisfied, Bluefeather unfastened the straps and removed it from Cyclone’s waist so it could be cleaned properly. With Mr. Pointy all clean, she set it outside the tub on a towel to dry. “That,” she said definitely, “goes in a box.” Giggling, she pulled her young lover into a hug and she started to wash her turquoise mane.

“So,” Cyclone giggled, a giggle which became an ‘oooh’, “you like my toys?”

Bluefeather said, after a soft tender kiss, “The toy is nothing without you.”

Cyclone smiled and returned the kiss with one of her own. “Y'know, you can't see a blush on my fur, right?” she asked, though she definitely knew she was definitely blushing. Not an easy feat to accomplish.

Moving past her muzzle, Bluefeather whispered deep in Cyclone’s ear, right in the centre of it where the fur was thinnest. It was a bright red. “I see your blush right in here…” she emphasised this by sticking her tongue as far down her ear as she could, licking away.

The effect of this manoeuvre was instant.

“AaaAAAH!” Cyclone squirmed and thrashed in the bath, sending hot water over the side as she almost came then and there.

Quietly, and with a huge smirk on her face, Bluefeather continued to wash Cyclone’s mane. “Now, that is some information I'm going to file away for the future.”

“Aah...ah...” Cyclone’s eyes were crossed and she was breathing heavily. “Se-Sensitive...ears!”

“Now we know each other's secret. At least your ears won't buck me out of bed.”

“Well no, there is that,” Cyclone giggled, flicking her ears until the wonderful feeling at last went away, “that did feel very good though. Really good. Really, very good.”

Carefully, Bluefeather finished up washing her lover’s turquoise mane. While she was tempted to attack her ears again, she didn’t want to abuse her newfound power. With it came great responsibility, after all. A responsibility to wait until the right moment. “I'm thinking of all the inappropriate times I can do that to you. You know that, right?” she asked, moving alongside her to get to her tail and backside.

“Haha...I'd say 'you wouldn't'...but I think I know you better than that by now,” Cyclone snickered, washing her partner’s flank just as hers was being scrubbed. As she worked, she made sure to pay attention to her six blue raindrop cutie mark.

Bluefeather giggled, loving the feeling of sexy young hooves all over her hindquarters. “So, you think you know me, do you? We will see together just what each of us know about the other.”

“I think so, a bit.” said Cyclone, paying close attention to her lover’s tail. She already knew what bit she liked best.

With all the expertise of cleaning foals, Bluefeather cleaned under and around Cyclone’s tail, pausing when a thought occurred to her. A thought regarding her marefriend’s immediate future. “Have you decided to accept your father's offer?”

“Yeah,” Cyclone smiled, her scrubbing now directed under Bluefeather’s blue tail. If she was truly honest, she had been giving her father’s offer of employment serious thought for a long time, not just recently. Although, since she had met Bluefeather, she found she was thinking about it more and more. “Yeah I have.”

“The picture still goes in my office.”

“And the updated one I'll no doubt do?” she asked with a bright giggle, “I have been thinking about that, though.”

“No that one is in my office, an update will be in our home.”

“That’s cool, it’ll brighten up our living room!”

With Cyclone’s dock and tail cleaned, Bluefeather began to work her way back up towards Cyclone’s wings. “Love, you brighten a room with that black coat of yours. The picture will have to do when you're away.”

“You sweet talker.” Cyclone purred, spreading her wings, “I'll be sure to dedicate my first DVD to you, sexy.”

Bluefeather was more than fine with that. “As long as you autograph it.” She made a start, gently washing the black feathers, starting with the leading edge and the primaries. She was amazed at her feathers. “Cy, these are really soft.”

“Hmm, probably cos I don't use them very often,” she giggled, “and yes, I'll be more than happy to sign it for you…” whatever she was going to say after that was lost though, as Bluefeather luxuriated in her wing with hoof, teeth, and tongue, all three used in equal measure. “OOH...stars and moon!” When she was done with that wing, Bluefeather moved up to her head and ducked under to get to the other wing. Cyclone had no complaints. “Mmm...I love you!”

“Love you too, my little filly.”

“Hmm, you've earned a world class preen when you're done there.”

Bluefeather rather liked the idea of that. She had grown to appreciate Cyclone’s preening skills. “I could use one, then I often need one at the end of the day.”

Cyclone raised up her hoof in the water, like she was answering a teacher’s question in class. “I humbly volunteer to be your live in preener, sexy.”

“I think it is more 'conscripted' but I accept the offer.” said Bluefeather with a giggle, gently correcting her marefriend.

“Mmm aaAAaaah m-my pleasure…” Cyclone moaned when her lover found a particularly old feather and gave it a tug, “h-hey um...you sure you're okay with me doing that adult work for my dad?”

“Cy,” Bluefeather lifted her head up from Cyclone’s wing, “I'm your lover or your nanna, but I'm not your controller. If I had an issue with that for a career choice do you think I'd have a collection of magazines?”

Cyclone had to see her point there. She didn’t just have a collection of magazines, she had them organised in ring binders. “I know babes,” she sighed, relaxing into the water from the attention to her wing, “I also get that it's different reading them and clopping to them than it is to have a relationship with a star of them. I just want us to be solid, that's all.”

Returning to her wing, Bluefeather giggled into the black feathers. “So, if I'm on set then I can clop to you as I watch you being rutted?”

“You sure can, sexy lady.”

“No, not happening, your father would take photos.”

Cyclone laughed, “he would, that, then he’d try selling them to you.”

“I believe I'll settle for encouraging you from the side lines.” Bluefeather chuckled and, finishing up with her preen, she moved back to the front of the tub, positioning herself in front of her young mare and spreading her grey wings wide. “Your turn, my love.”

“I think I'll need it…” Cyclone admitted, a tiny trace of nervousness entering her tone as she began a very slow sensuous lick and nip of the feathers on Bluefeather’s wing bones. In all honesty she was, very nervous. “I mean, boundless confidence has to come from somewhere.”

“I'm full of that.”

“Then this exhibitionist might need to borrow some,” said Cyclone, now using her teeth and tongue to straighten up the bent and abused primary feathers. It was painfully obvious from the state of her wings that she did a proper number on them when she rutted her. She almost felt guilty. Almost.

“I wonder if he will split your time between adult and adult foal?” she asked, trying to keep her mind in the moment and not wholly surrender to the pleasure in her wings.

Cyclone took a little step back in the tub and surveyed the poor state of the older mare’s wings. “Hmm…it looks like a Cyclone blew over your wings, babe…” in an effort to rectify that, seeing as it was her fault, she used her hooves as well as her mouth to work on the bases of her wings. “And, about that...really I'm cool with either, as long as they're clearly segregated.”

Bluefeather laughed, “I think the Cyclone was more shove than blow…” she had to admit though, she was damn good at preening. Idly she wondered if there was pegasi porn exclusive to preening. She supposed there must be. “I'll watch over you either as lover or nanna.”

“I can blow too!” the black mare insisted as she kept up her work, smoothing out and realigning the damaged feathers. “Seriously though, thanks Blue, your support means a lot to me.”

“You're welcome Cy. It does give me pleasure too, you know.” Although, not half as much pleasure as the preen was giving her right then.

“As long as it does, then everything's cool…” Cyclone replied, snuffling her snout in deep between her grey blue tinted feathers. Thoroughly enjoying the preen, Bluefeather sighed and relaxed as Cyclone again demonstrated skill beyond her years, gently using her teeth and lips to tease the edges of her feathers back into alignment. “Looking good again, sexy.” She said after her work was done.

When Cyclone said she was done, Bluefeather was inclined to believe her. She settled her wings at her side. “Must be drying time, yes?”

“Yep!” The jet black pegasus grinned, pointing to the antiquated dryers. “After you on the wall dryers, hun.” Bluefeather climbed out of the tub and, wondering if it was a miracle or not that such ancient things still worked, she switched on the dryer. She was well aware of her lover watching her and she put on a show as she dried herself with windblown mane and tail. “You're just a sexy mare.”

“And I know it.” The older mare giggled, wiggling her hips suggestively. “Move along, I'm not putting a nappy on wet fur.” As Cyclone hastened to do as she was told, she went and stood in front of the dryer, hiking up her tail and spreading her wings out wide to catch the hot air, Bluefeather, after letting out the water, whispered in her ear. “I'll be waiting at the changing table.” With that, she turned and left the bathroom.

“Mmm!” Cyclone squirmed as her breath played across the inner part of ear. ‘D-Daaaamn...’ she thought, pushed straightaway to the point of climax. She didn’t know what was worse, being that easy to arouse, or having her lover know she was that easy to arouse. Anyway, she very quickly finished off and, all dry, scooted through to the foal bedroom and to the changing table, where Bluefeather was waiting with a pink floral sundress and a Power Pony nappy cover.

“Ooh pretty!” Cyclone squealed happily, hopping up onto the changing table. It had been a while since she had been covered up, and she really didn’t want an accident.

Quickly, Bluefeather powdered her rear end and expertly applied the nappy. As soon as that was on, she even dressed her, taking great pleasure in putting the floral sundress on her young marefriend. “I'm thinking emerald green for myself,” she said thoughtfully, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle on the dress.

“I'm thinking emerald green on you, too.”

With Cyclone’s seal of approval, Bluefeather put on her business attire of a skirt cut high on the flank to show her six blue raindrops cutie mark and a vest that sat low in front of her grey wings. “Well?” she asked, performing a little twirl to show herself off like she was on a catwalk.

Sliding off of the changing table, smoothing herself out, Cyclone blinked twice, her jaw open until she remembered to close it. If that was what her partner wore to official meetings and such, she was determined to attend more meetings. “Hmm, very cute, and hot. I likes, very much!”

“Let's not be late for your appointment,” said Bluefeather, noting that it was just after nine thirty in the morning. ‘Where has the time gone?’ she asked herself. Then, she remembered the five orgasms and she had her answer.

Thankfully, Cyclone didn’t notice her blush, as she was already down the stairs. “No, you're right. We shouldn't keep Misty Morning waiting…” she trailed off in her living room, trying to remember where she had put her phone. Surely it was by her saddle bag? But no, it wasn’t. “Just let me get my phone first hun.”

Bluefeather watched her put her bag on her back and search for her phone before she took pity on her. “Can you find it?”

“I can, it's on the couch...I think?” she really didn’t know.

“Should I call you?”

“Please babe…” Cyclone gave in after a few more seconds of searching and, laughing at her antics, Bluefeather took out her phone and dialled her number. When the Power Ponies theme tune rang out, muffled from down the side of the couch cushions, the jet black mare dug it out and stuffed it in her saddlebag. “How'd it get down there?” she asked rhetorically.

“I approve of the ring tone you have for me.” Bluefeather said with a wry smile as she put her own phone away in her bag.

“Why thank you.” Cyclone checked herself over one last time and found she had everything. “Right, shall we go, my lady?”

“We shall, my love.” Imperiously, the older mare led the way out so that Cyclone could lock up behind them. “Shall we fly or walk?” asked Bluefeather when they were both stood side by side on the street outside the cookie cutter cloud house.

Cyclone weighed up the options. On the one hoof, walking was safer. On the other, she had expressed a desire to beat her long time fear. And, she noted, it was shaping up to be a fine day. Not a rain cloud in the sky. Not that she would know if there was or not. She gulped and summoned her nerve. “F-Fly.”

Flapping her powerfully strong grey wings, Bluefeather got a couple feet off the ground. “Lead on lover, you know where his office is.”

Following Bluefeather’s example, Cyclone took off, rising through ten feet up to twenty feet off of the cloud street’s surface. “S-See?” she asked as she flew along with her older partner towards the weather factory, “I-I’m doing it!”

“You're doing great love!” cheered Bluefeather, clapping her hooves together as she flew up to twenty five feet, their dresses flapping in the slight breeze.

‘I'm doing it! I'm doing great!’ Cyclone thought and, spurred on, with the rising sun behind her, she attempted to go up to thirty feet. Alas, that proved to be too much for the young pegasus. “No!” she squealed, going back down to twenty feet, “That’s too high!”

“Filly wings love, filly wings.” Bluefeather said supportively, staying at twenty five feet. “You can do this. I know you can.”

“I can...” Cyclone told herself, rising very slowly up to twenty five feet, shivering as she did so and threatening to fill her clean nappy. “Filly wings. I can do this…I can do this…”

“Almost there.”

“I got this...I got this...” Cyclone talked to herself as she went up a little more, “nearly there...” she looked dead ahead at the rapidly approaching factory, she could see her lover out the corner of her eye staying below her, cheering her on. “I can do it...I am doing it!” she cheered herself when she realised she was flying at thirty feet and she wasn’t covering her eyes.

“Well done Cy!” Bluefeather was ecstatic, clapping her hooves and cheering as if her marefriend had just won the best junior flyer competition. “I’m so proud of you!”

Thankfully, after just a few short moments, it was time to land. “Phew…oh, thank Luna we’re here!”

“Well,” Bluefeather said, landing beside her marefriend, “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

“It was...an experience, I’ll give you that.” Cyclone agreed, breathing a little heavy after her fearful flight from her house. She was impressed she had made it at all, really. Thirty feet unaided was no small thing for her.

“You are really cute when you fly.” said Bluefeather, pulling her lover into a much needed hug outside the weather factory.

“I'm cute everywhere!” Cyclone smiled, though she was immensely grateful of the hugs she was getting. “C'mon, let’s get this meeting over with…”

“You want me to wait in the lobby?”

Cyclone nodded, in spite of how nervous she felt deep inside. “I got this babes.” She kissed Bluefeather’s lips, thanking Celestia’s sainted fetlock that she wouldn’t have to see Misty Morning again after today. “It really shouldn't take long.” As Bluefeather walked over to the lobby area to see just how old the magazines were, Cyclone trotted on up to the manager’s office, gathering herself before she knocked on the door.

~ ~ ~

Thirty minutes later, Cyclone emerged from an elevator into the weather factory lobby with a face like brewing thunder and, in a thoroughly bad mood thanks to the events of the meeting with her – ex – boss, she stomped over to the front desk. “Hey, Meadow Flower.”

Meadow Flower, the genial old mare who staffed the front desk, looked up from her computer. “What's up, Cy?”

“Here,” Cyclone said by way of reply she fished out her factory pass, her ID and computer log in key as well as her folded uniform from her saddle bag and dumped them all on the desk, upsetting a neat stack of paperwork in the process. “You need these.”

Meadow Flower took a look at the stack of things and put two and two together in her head. “You...aah...did they fire you?” she asked tentatively. It was a shame, really, she rather liked the young black mare. She helped to make her feel young, and she always made the old mare smile.

“Not quite,” Cyclone groused, unable to be angry around Meadow Flower for long. She really liked the old sky blue pegasus. She was maternal in that sweet motherly way, and she always had time for Cyclone. “I beat him to it. Just.”

“So, are you going to be okay?” she asked, resting her old hoof on Cyclone’s younger one and giving it a gentle squeeze, “You don't look okay.”

Cyclone shrugged. “I'll be fine hun,” she glanced over at Bluefeather waiting patiently in the lobby and she couldn’t help but smile. After all, her foul mood was with Misty Morning upstairs, not with these two mares down here. “It’s onwards from here.”

Quickly, after a few taps of her keyboard, Meadow Flower did an inventory of the things that had been given over and she passed her back a receipt to say she had received them. “I wish you well in whatever you do Cy.” The old mare gave the younger a genuinely earnest look. “Don't be a stranger.”

“I won't,” she smiled, squeezing Meadow Flower’s hoof as she put the receipt away in her saddlebag. “I'm gonna go work for my dad.”

“What? But?” the elderly sky blue pegasus blinked a few times, her wings involuntarily springing to half-mast at the thought of seeing Cyclone in the pages of Playcolt. “Well, I guess I'll be seeing you in the future then, at least in the magazines.” She added with a giggle.

“I'll be travelling about, but if you're ever in Cloudhatten, stop by.”

Meadow Flower nodded at that, and returned to her work. She doubted she ever would, but it was nice to have the offer there. As Cyclone entered the lobby, Bluefeather stood to greet her, her welcoming smile becoming a slight frown when she saw the dark scowling look on her marefriend’s face. “Okay?” she asked, knowing full well that she wasn’t.

“I'm okay,” Cyclone answered shortly, “let’s just go, please. I need to get out of here.”

Without another word or backwards glance, Bluefeather led her out of the factory. Once they were back outside, in the warm morning sunlight, the mid grey mare checked her belly and, finding it empty, realised it was dinner o’clock. “Cy, let's go somewhere for lunch.”

Her heart not in it at all, Cyclone let out a sigh. She didn’t care for the view, the nice day or frankly anything, at that moment. “Cloud Burger's not far that way,” she pointed with a hoof down a street without looking.

“Just so you know, I still love you.” said Bluefeather, trotting off in the direction that Cyclone indicated. She was just in the mood for something unhealthy from a burger joint, and she figured her marefriend was, too.

Following along, Cyclone let out another sigh, smoothing out her floral sundress with her wingtip as she walked, kicking the dense cloud that made up the street with every step. She knew she’d have to explain her mood. Bluefeather was one of those awkward mares that cared and wouldn’t let it go. “Misty was...less than complimentary.”

“I guess that blows your chances with him should you ever leave me.”

Cyclone snorted out a harsh laugh as they walked side by side towards the burger joint. “My last few reviews weren't the best, alright, that's my fault I'll give you that.” The jet black pegasus was the first to admit that she wasn’t the best weather pony in the world. Still, she didn’t need it pointing out to her. She knew how rubbish she was. “When he asked what I was going to do next and I told him, he commented that 'that' was all I was good for.”

‘Ah…there we have it,’ Bluefeather thought. ‘That explains the crappy mood.’ Still, it was understandable. Had somepony said that to her, she would have gone full ‘Tempest’ on their flanks. “Well, I can understand if you told him you were going to live with me…” she sighed at the look she was given, “But I know you told him about your dad.” She quickly gave her a nuzzle to her cheek. “Cy?”

“Yeah? What?”

Bluefeather stopped the morose pony on the street with a hoof to her chest, ignoring the looks from the passers-by at the sudden stop. “Do you think you're not good enough to do anything else,” she started sympathetically, “or do you think you are good enough to be able to do this?”

Again, Cyclone scuffed the street, leaving a dent in her wake. “I admit to anypony I'm a lousy weather pony, but I did my best.” She returned her marefriend’s nuzzle with one of her own, “and yeah, I think I'm good enough to do it. I don't see modelling and performing for my dad as lowering myself or anything.”

“Still love you, and I think you're the best foal ever!” Bluefeather smiled a very loving, affectionate smile, “Then that isn't the job you're looking for, and I'm glad. I'd rather it be for us.”

At long last, Cyclone’s smile was wide and genuine. “Thanks Blue. I mean...it's not like I'm following in Monsoon's hoof steps, am I...” Yes, she knew she was going to be a porn star – possibly the best porn star Equestria had ever seen – but it wasn’t like she was going to be a whore or anything, right? “You really think I'm the best foal ever?”

Looking at her, the mid grey mare smiled, “Yes, but I will need to tell you a truth. I said the same of my last foal, and will say the same of my next foal. For now, you are my foal and that makes you the best foal ever.”

Cyclone grinned, “I can live with that, sexy.”

Bluefeather kissed her lover’s lips as passionately as she could, before turning back towards the Cloud Burger just over the street from them now. “I do hope they have oat burgers, I'm not a big fan of hay burgers.”

“They do, actually.” Cyclone commented as they crossed the street, “They even do salad if you want that sort of thing from a burger joint.” She smiled, forcing herself to cheer up, even if she didn’t feel it. Bluefeather didn’t deserve her bad mood. “It’s my treat I think, as it's a celebration, of sorts.”

Bluefeather wasn’t going to argue, if her lover wanted to treat her, she was going to let her. “Okay, big spender, a date at a Cloud Burger, I'm feeling like a filly myself now.”

At that, Cyclone actually, genuinely giggled, her hoof resting on the door. “Only the best for my sexy young mare.” When they entered, they found the Cloud Burger place very, very busy. Pegasi and unicorns – those that could cast cloud walking spells on themselves – of all ages were enjoying their meals, minding their own business. “So,” the black mare smiled, “gimme your order, and I'll go spend some of my ex-bosses bits on us.”

Bluefeather took a few moments to scan the bright gaudy menus up on the wall behind the service counter. It wasn’t long before she made up her mind. “Number four, supersize, but I want a large chocolate malt for the drink.”

Cyclone too looked at the menu and saw that Number four was a double oat burger with cheese. “You got it, babe.” She joined the shortest line of ponies waiting to be served. “While I’m waiting, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get us a table.”

Bluefeather looked around the packed burger joint, she saw precious few empty table to hoof. “No injuries?”

Cyclone didn’t doubt for a moment her marefriend was serious. “Hmm, light maiming is allowed, it is an important mission.”

Mission in hoof, Bluefeather moved out and, in a few seconds, she had her target. Not very far away she saw a table for two with a lone stallion who was clearly near the end of his meal. Trotting over, she sat down at the table. “Hi there, sweetie.” she purred.

“Ahh,” the skinny light green stallion looked up from the remnants of his hay burger meal, “Um, hi, ma’am.”

Over in the line - which was moving too slowly for Cyclone’s liking – though it did give her the chance to work out what she wanted. ‘Hmm...number one I think,’ she thought after a moment, which was her usual half pound hay burger. Of course she was going to add a lot of hot sauce to it. “Damn, I wish this line would hurry up...I'm hungry!’

At the table she had effectively commandeered, Bluefeather noted that the skinny stallion had stopped eating. She also saw that he was in no danger of getting up any time soon. Something would have to be done. “You want those fries, sweetie?”

“Um?” The stallion looked at the fries he had left, “Wha?”

Bluefeather giggled playfully, “I’m just waiting for my marefriend to get my order, but I'm hungry.”

“Oh, ahh, oh…” uncomfortable with this mare’s forth rightfulness, the skinny stallion quickly finished up the few fries he had left and, taking his shake with him, he left, not looking back. Just smiling at a job well done, Bluefeather watched him leave, though she couldn’t help but picture him in a nappy.

In the line, Cyclone was starting to fantasise about the serving pony turning into a burger when at last she reached the counter and it was her turn. “Hey!”

The serving mare, a butter yellow pegasus, replied with an automatic, “Welcome to Cloud Burger, what would you like today…” then, she actually saw who it was and gave a more genuine smile. “Oh, hey Cy, the usual?”

“Hey Shimmer,” Cyclone smiled, “yeah, the usual with hot sauce, and can I get a supersized number four with chocolate malt for the drink as well please?”

Shimmer nodded, “That’ll be two hundred eighty bits please, Cy.” When her favourite customer handed over the bits, Shimmer gave her the receipt. “Your number is 492. Oh, see you at the next Buffycon, it’s in Manehatten!” she added, before moving to serve the next pony in line.

At the table, that was now hers, Bluefeather was now trying to make the table not wobble by putting napkins under the wonky leg. She was on the floor when Cyclone, receipt in her wing, trotted over to the now stable table. “Hmm...now there's a view I can get used to,” she said, playfully slapping her marefriend’s raised up ass.

Bluefeather wagged her blue tail, and her voice came from under the table. “They do at least keep the windows clean.” Her mid-grey hoof moved on top of the table and, when the table didn't wobble, Bluefeather popped back up. “Food?”

Just then, a stallion’s voice came over the speaker from the front. “Number 492?”

“Oooh that's me!” Cyclone – somewhat reluctantly – tore herself away from her marefriend’s ass and she scooted back over to the counter where a stallion she didn’t know hoofed over her tray of food. “Thanks!” she called out and, as she picked up the tray in her mouth, she caught Shimmer’s eye and made a mental note to attend the Buffycon in Manehatten.

“Ah my Princess in crinkly armour!” Bluefeather let out a delighted squee once the tray was set down on the wobble-free table. “You have brought me sustenance!”

“Food worthy of my Princess!” Cyclone declared, taking care to set the tray down so the hot sauce laced burger was facing her and not her lover. Last thing she wanted was an accident in that department. “And, I didn't even drool.”

Bluefeather giggled, “We can work on that later if you need to learn,” she said, grabbing her malt shake and taking a big drink of it.

Cyclone, hungry, snatched up a couple of fries and she almost swallowed them whole before getting a load more. “Hey um, thanks, for the pep talk. I needed that, after the meeting with Misty.”

Leaning over the table, Bluefeather gave her lover a long, deep, chocolate flavoured kiss. “I see potential and I don't let my own insecurities tear other ponies down.”

Giggling, Cyclone returned the kiss, loving the chocolate flavour on her tongue. “Chocolatey kisses are best kisses!” she pulled away with a smile on her face. “I think Misty rolled off the wrong side of his cloud this morning.”

Bluefeather considered that for a moment as she took a bite of her supersized oat burger. “Hmm, maybe you're his best employee and now he is stuck trying to fill your job slot and that has him royally pissed?” she offered, reaching for her fries.

Cyclone laughed out loud, snorting on her coke. “Y-Yeah...let’s go with that!”

Taking a second bite of her oat burger, Bluefeather looked Cyclone straight in the eye and gave a long, low, orgasmic moan. Watching her eat, Cyclone blinked once then twice. “That's the same noise you made earlier. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I can't compete with a burger that makes you sound like that!” After another bite, Bluefeather’s orgasmic smile just got bigger.

“Hmmm…” Cyclone took a bite of her own hay burger, she loved the taste of the hot, hot sauce. “Damn that is nice, though.”

“Food is tastier when you're hungry,” Bluefeather commented, her nose wrinkling from the very smell of the hot sauce, “then sex is tastier when you're horny.”

Cyclone giggled, “you just keep reminding me why I love you!” she took another bite of her burger while her partner placed a few fries on hers and took another bite. “Ooh adventurous…” copying her, Cyclone did the same, stacking up fries on what’s left of her burger.

“Adventurous is adding mayo.” Bluefeather giggled around her mouthful of food, “I'm not adding mayo.”

“I’m waaaay ahead of you!” Cyclone reached for and squirted mayo on her burger so that it mixed with the fries and hot sauce to form some unholy mess that threatened to go everywhere when she bit into it. Thankfully, for her floral sundress, she was careful. “So...what do you wanna do after this glorious meal and I've called the gang?”

“Wonderbolts in town?”

“Actually yeah, there's an afternoon show over at the Cloudisseum,” Cyclone replied, “It starts at two, the same time as Air Raid's big race.”

“Race?” Bluefeather questioned before she recalled what her lover was on about, “Oh, yeah, I remember you said something about that.”

“I hope she'll be cool we aren't there to watch her kick flank.”

“Is it televised?”

“I bet it is,” Cyclone commented as she finished off her monster burger. “Most of the races are...ooh, we could get some beers and a big tub of ice cream before the removals take my TV away?”

Bluefeather had a better idea, one that built on that. “We could do that, or go to a sports bar and watch it there.”

Cyclone nodded thoughtfully around a huge hoof full of mayo covered fries. “I'm liking the sound of this plan, sexy.”

Bluefeather shrugged her shoulders. “Wonderbolts are over rated anyways.” She said, giggling she finished up her burger and fries with still half the malt left in the container.

“Yeah that was really fun.” Cyclone said with a smile as she finished her fries, “We'll have to do it again, maybe later? How was your dinner?”

“Was filling, and tasty too. So, your place or sports bar?”

“Sports bar.” Cyclone didn’t have to think about it. “Definitely a sports bar.”

“You know Cloudsdale better than me. Since you treated me to lunch I'll treat you to drinks.”

“Aww,” Cyclone grinned, taking their remnants over to a trash can and dumping them. Shimmer never let her hear the end of it when she left her table messed up. She had a feeling Bluefeather would be something similar. “Aren't you just the perfect marefriend?”

“I'm a good nanna too.” Bluefeather kissed her lover, happy now the taste of hot sauce was hidden by the coke and the malt shake. She took the rest of her shake in her wing. “Lead on, my love.”

“I certainly will,” once they were outside, again in the light and heat of the now mid-morning sun, Cyclone paused, “Hey, gimme a sec, sexy, I need to call Raid…”

“I should meet your old caretaker some time.”

Cyclone thought about that for a very brief moment and decided she’d like to see that too. “Well, most of the gang are living in Manehatten now,” she commented as she got her phone out from her saddle bag. “We can arrange a get together.”

“I've been to Caffy's on gaming night,” Bluefeather thought out loud, “but unfortunately I missed the last one.”

“What about the other, the ‘adult’ night? I hear that's a lot of fun.”

“So Tempest has told me,” Bluefeather answered, “but they don't do age play on that night, and I just don't know.”

“I know what you mean.” Cyclone dialled Air Raid’s number, “we can always go and watch?”

Bluefeather shrugged a very noncommittal shrug. “I could watch as long as I'm with you.”

Cyclone smiled, “That sounds like a fun night...hmm c'mon Raid!” she groused to the speaker of her phone, willing her lime green friend to pick up.

A second later and a mare’s voice answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Finally! Hey Rai...” it took Cyclone a split second to realise that the mare on the other end of the line wasn’t her long-time friend, yet she was familiar, from somewhere. “Oooh hi, you aren't Air Raid, who are you?”

“No, Cyclone, this is Amethyst.” The pink zebra introduced herself with a wry smile, even though she couldn’t see it. “Raid is busy right now for the race. She did ask if you were going to be here though.”

“Um, about that, Amethyst I'm sorry but we, Bluefeather and I, are in Cloudsdale for a few days, ‘till Tuesday night at least.” Cyclone really didn’t want to go into detail as to exactly why they were in Cloudsdale. Not here, not over the phone at any rate, besides she knew it would just distract Air Raid.

“Okay,” Amethyst accepted that, “will you still watch the race?”

“Oh yeah, we're heading to a sports bar in a moment to cheer her on.”

Amethyst smiled, so much so that Cyclone could hear it in her voice. “I will let her know you're watching then. She and Cream are getting Lady Octavia ready so this is a big race for her.”

“I can imagine it’s a pretty huge thing for her.” Cyclone knew full well how seriously Air Raid took her races, and especially this one, what with it being her big comeback gig, and having Octavia with her as well, she dreaded to think how nervous her friend was under the surface. “I won't burden you with what's going on with me then, I can always call back tomorrow.”

“Okay Cyclone,” Amethyst smiled, “you have a good day.”

“You too Amethyst. Give Raid a sloppy kiss from us!”

“With very great pleasure.”

“She has a Broncs accent,” Bluefeather commented once the call was over and the phone was back in Cyclone’s saddle bag. “I’m assuming she’s a zebra?”

“Yep!” Cyclone beamed, “Air Raid's new partners are both zebra mares.”

“More than one?” that intrigued the mid grey weather manager no end. “This Air Raid must have quite an appetite.” She approved.

Cyclone nodded, “Amethyst is from the sand tribe and the dominant of the pair, while Cream is from the coffee tribe and a submissive, like Air Raid.”

“You have interesting friends and that makes for an interesting pony.” Bluefeather meant it, too, so much so she gently kissed her lover’s lips.

“At one time we were like a herd,” Cyclone replied, kissing her marefriend’s lips, “so hey, what about your mates?” she asked, realising she didn’t really know much about Bluefeather’s friends.

“I'm married to my work. All my mates are co-workers. Been a couple of years since I last had a foal.”

“Ever been married to anything other than your work?” asked Cyclone, as she led the way down the street from the Cloud Burger to where she knew there was a good bar. A nice out of the way place.

“Enquiring minds want to know, huh?” Bluefeather responded with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows. “I was engaged once, that lasted six months. I'm glad we didn't marry right away, as we found we just weren't really for each other. I can be controlling at times, and he was looking for somepony a bit more subservient.”

Bluefeather took a deep breath to marshal her thoughts as she walked with her marefriend. She didn’t question where they were going. “It was working in a day care that I found there was an adult day care, and not for the invalid. I've also worked at a senior day care. Body waste doesn't disgust me, nor is it a turn on. Caring for others is. Then, I put my university degree to good use and I have moved up to Manehatten weather manager. That accounts for more than half my life.”

Cyclone walked and she listened. “I'm curious that's all, as to what your view on marriage was. I've never really thought about it very much, y'know, given my mom and dad’s experience.” Now, it was the black pegasus’s turn to marshal her own thoughts. “I was doing really well in the weather factory, ‘till that event at the expo when I was demoted.”

She lowered her head as she walked along, she hated opening up like this, but it needed to be done. She had to make Bluefeather see. “I never really progressed after that. I was never put up for promotion, no matter how well I did, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how hard I tried. And, I did try.”

Bluefeather nodded, taking in what her partner was saying. “I do think you have to shoulder a lot of that responsibility though. As far as marriage goes, I don't really plan on taking that step. Will that be a problem?”

“Oh yeah of course I do.” Cyclone stopped and she looked at her marefriend. She stopped and she really looked. “I've never shirked my part in what happened. There was really nopony else to blame but me. Everything bad that happened to me was my fault.” She thought for a second, “and no, not at all. I really don't trust marriages.”

Bluefeather nodded, looking at Cyclone as intently as she herself was being looked at. “I will not hold your past against you. After all, it brought you to me.”

“Blue…” Cyclone suddenly lunged forwards and she kissed her lover’s lips on the street. “I don’t normally do deep reflection, but I sincerely wouldn't change a thing. Not now that I have you.”

In spite of the sombre reflective mood, Bluefeather couldn’t help but giggle. “I do hope you'll change your nappy now and again,” she said with a playful wink.

“Ha, ha!” Cyclone giggled and, returning the wink with one of her own, she continued to lead the way down the street until she turned onto a different street. “Aah...and here we are…it’s not busy!” Standing aside, Cyclone held the door open, and together, the two mares walked into Frankie’s Bar.