“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.

“It isn't hoof ball season,” Bluefeather commented as she walked into the sports bar with her marefriend. If she were in any doubt as to the theme of the place from the outside, then the inside put any of that to rest in an instant. Pictures of the Cloudsdale hoof ball team stood proudly on the walls beside the rugby team, the Equestria Games squads past and present as well as other sports that the mid grey mare had never heard of. “Ohh, they have Crystal Empire Ale!” she let out a squee and she headed straight to the bar. “You showing the Canterlot race?”

The pale blue pegasus stallion tending the bar, the eponymous Frankie, chuckled, “There is no race in Canterlot, ma’am, but the Manehatten race is being shown on screen four.” He pointed his hoof to one of four seventy inch flat screen TV’s that lined the longest wall of his bar.

Realising her error, Bluefeather blushed very, very hard indeed. It was just a good thing that there was only the three of them there to see it. “Oh, ah yes, and I'll have a Crystal ale too, please.”

“Ooh yeah, one for me too, please Frankie.” Cyclone put in her order once she had stopped laughing enough to speak.

Frankie rolled his green eyes and got ready to play their little game, the same game he played every time his overgrown foal of a friend went in his bar. “ID please, young lady.”

As Bluefeather erupted into a fit of giggles that easily matched the ones that Cyclone had given her, the jet black mare prepared her stock response to the often played little game. “Well, I'm coming here again that's for sure!” she reached into her saddlebag and produced her ID, like she had to do every time she came to watch Air Raid race, especially when her races were in Canterlot. “Here you go.”

Satisfied, the pale blue stallion served up the two ales and, just in case, Bluefeather started a tab at the bar, leaving a credit card for good measure. It just saved time. “Let's go watch the race that is not in Canterlot,” said Bluefeather, recovering quickly from her blush and carrying the two ales over to a table that, thanks to the bar not being busy, had a very good view of screen four.

Quietly, Cyclone followed her over, making sure her floral sundress was smoothed out as she sat down on the vacant seating pad. Looking at the TV screen, she approved of her marefriend’s choice of location. “Blue, are you okay?”

“Sorry for looking silly back there.” Bluefeather replied with a smile, brushing away an imaginary mote of dust from her formal wear blouse. She knew Cyclone wasn’t judging her but she still felt the need to explain, before the big race started. “We took the train from Manehatten to Canterlot and I totally thought the race was there for a moment.”

“You?” Cyclone giggled loudly, “You’re worried about looking silly?” when Bluefeather nodded she took a sip of her ale and giggled again, “you aren’t the one that tried scissoring a pony wearing a nappy.”

As she sipped her own ale, Bluefeather found she was feeling immeasurably better about herself. Another reason why she knew she loved Cyclone. A lot. “Hmm…this is hard to find in Manehatten,” she said, referring to her drink. “I usually have to go to Vanhoover for something this good.”

“It’s not my usual drink,” Cyclone commented as another mouthful of the ale was swallowed with relish, “but it is nice.”

“Was the beer in the fridge your usual drink?”

“It was. Cloudsdale gut rot.”

Bluefeather snickered at that, so much so that she almost choked on her ale. “So, do you like anything besides beer?”

“Um…” Cyclone looked around the bar, especially at the two ponies who had just entered and taken seats nearby, presumably to watch the race too, like she was deciding whether or not to share a scandalous secret. “Um…” she was still making up her mind when Bluefeather made encouraging motions with her hoof. “I um, I like red wine.”

“Dry or sweet?” asked Bluefeather, trying very hard not to laugh. The way her lover had been stalling, she was half expecting the still-warm blood of virgins, not wine.

“Sweet.”

Bluefeather smiled, stroking Cyclone’s hoof sympathetically. “I promise I'll not tell a soul.”

“Thanks babes,” Cyclone breathed a sigh of relief that her secret was safe and, sharing a rather loving, tender kiss with her lover, she saw that the TV had changed from showing a cycle of advertisements to now showing live footage of the Manehatten stadium pit lane. “That's Air Raid,” Cyclone pointed out her friend, who was wearing a very tight white racing jump suit. “The lime green one, just there.”

Bluefeather looked at the screen and just caught sight of the lime green pegasus, wearing a determined look that even she recognised as ‘in the zone’ as she got into the driver’s side of a very fast looking white car that had the Manehatten Times and Stripe’s Cup of Java decals on it. “She seems to get a lot of media atten...” she paused, having just seen Octavia wearing a similar racing suit. “Oh! Look! There is Princess Octavia!” It was in that very second that Bluefeather realised every single thing Cyclone had said regarding her knowing royalty was true. “She's wearing racing garb!”

As the camera and the screen cut to a shot of Princess Luna, seated in a VIP box, along with Dusk, Brush Stroke, Caffeinated, Thespian and most of the herd that Cyclone barely knew, the jet black mare nodded. “Uh huh. Apparently she's riding co-driver with Raid for this race.”

Bluefeather was amazed. Stunned and amazed. Staggered, almost. Watching the camera pan across the other cars on the line up, establishing the track and then cut back to the watching VIP’s, she at last managed to pull her jaw up from the floor where it had been resting. “I-I…Cy…I thought you were joking.”

“That’s understandable, sexy.” Cyclone smiled, taking no offense at all from her lover’s admission. “I admit, I do joke about somethings...ooh look, there's Dusky!” she pointed her hoof to the screen as the camera zoomed in on the midnight blue pegasus, looking resplendent in his flowing red dress with his mane pulled up in a ponytail, makeup looking perfect as he stood next to Brush Stroke.

About to make a further comment, Bluefeather was interrupted by Princess Luna on the screen. The Lunar alicorn was telling the pony interviewing her in great detail how she had absolute confidence in Air Raid's racing abilities. A cut back to the track hid the Princess’s reaction when the interviewer pointed out that Air Raid hadn’t won a race in several months showed a pink zebra mare busy running interference to keep the reporters away from the pit crew. Taking it all in, Bluefeather came to her senses. “So, what's royalty on a first name basis?”

“They're friends.” Cyclone giggled, watching the pink zebra to whom she had spoken on the phone intercept every single reporter. “I’ll tell you what, that Amethyst is formidable keeping the press away, isn’t she?”

Bluefeather watched said mare work for a few more moments and nodded her agreement. “I deal with zebras on the city council. They can be intimating, but there all softies.”

“Uh huh.” Cyclone smiled, treating her marefriend to her bedroom eyes, “as soft as you?”

Bluefeather sniffed as a few more pegasi entered the bar, filling it out a little, though it was by no means packed. Some were betting on the race. “Don't know if anypony can be as soft as me…”

“Good,” Cyclone snuggled up to her mare. She noted, with a smile, that nopony was betting on Air Raid and her R8 to win the race. ‘Big mistake,’ she thought as they watched the fifteen cars drive out onto the track. The track itself was a large modified oval, with one long straight section that was the start / finish line and two huge sweeping banked corners. The opposite straight was modified outwards with a smaller corner in the middle so the track looked like a triangle. “It looks like she qualified in second place.”

“Still, it puts her on the front row.” Bluefeather commented, watching Dodge Vipers line up alongside Aston Martins and BMW’s for the 450bhp race. Even she, with zero idea about racing, knew that there were something like twenty million bits worth of cars on the grid.

With a passing interest, the mid grey pegasus watched the race. If she was honest she was a little bored. The start had been interesting, watching the cars lurch off the line in a roar of power and exhaust fumes. Air Raid was sat in second for a few uneventful laps, so she assumed she was safe to go get some wine. It was, as she returned from the bar with two glasses, that Air Raid was bumped hard by the car in third place.

Princess Luna, unaware that the camera had swung back to focus on her, watched with mounting horror as the white Audi R8 was bumped against the retaining wall, scraping its right side along it for a few hundred feet. She screamed 'Octavia!' and, as sparks showered from the car’s body and white paint was left on the wall, she lunged forward only to be stopped by Dusk who whispered something and urgently shook his head no.

“Holy shit!” Cyclone squealed, along with a collective gasp from the ponies in the sports bar, pointing her hoof at the screen as the offending car, labelled '00' with ‘Mean Machine’ on its sides, lost control and spun out, causing an impressive three car crash while Air Raid wrestled her car under control.

Bluefeather sat, only then realising her hooves had gone numb from shock. “I-I think my heart skipped several beats, watching that!”

Cyclone, her eyes not leaving the screen while the watching ponies cheered the crash and pile up, nodded. “I think I need a fresh nappy!” forcing herself to breath though, she calmed down. “Oh bucking hell...” as officials worked to clear the wreck that was car ‘00’, and pull the Mean Machine’s driver away, the rest of the field were under a slow yellow flag.

Sighing, feeling like she had ridden a hailstorm, Bluefeather leant against Cyclone. “It looked like Princess Luna was going to do that whole, 'To the Moon' thing, but Prince…ah, Princess? Dusk stopped her.”

Cyclone had to agree. It was a seldom thing to see ‘that’ look on the alicorn’s face. “Well, had Luna interfered, Raid would've been disqualified.” She hugged her marefriend tight however when the damaged R8 came around the track, showing the heavily damaged side, all the paint scraped off and the metal battered and dented from its encounter with the wall. “Jeez...it's a good thing that driver's been removed by ambulance, look.”

Bluefeather did indeed look, and she saw the unconscious stallion being removed from the track by the medics. “Is she going to be able to finish the race?”

“Yeah, look the yellow flags gone.” Barely had those words left Cyclone’s mouth than the damaged R8 shot off like a rocket the instant the official car had gone, bits of the right side lights coming off and littering the track in scraps of metal and glass in its wake.

Following that dramatic incident, nothing happened to Air Raid until the fortieth lap. The lime green mare and Octavia were sitting back in fourth when the car in third tried to pass the second place driver high on a corner. Whomever it was screwed up his line and slammed into the safety wall, causing him to T-Bone the second place car.

There would have been an amazing crash had Air Raid not performed some extraordinarily nifty driving through the wreckage. As cars spun and bits of mangled metal flew in all directions, the only damage to the R8 was a blown left front tire, but at least coming out of turn three she was able to go right into the pit row. The leader lapped her but took the yellow to pit also, so at the end of the yellow flag Air Raid was only half a lap down to the leader.

“Go on Raid!” Cyclone screamed, as did a good half of the bar patrons who wished they had backed Air Raid before the race began. They would next time. “Get your hoof down!” she gripped Bluefeather in a hug that almost spilled wine as Air Raid caught up to the race leader. “She's doing it!”

“She’s driving like a pony possessed.” Bluefeather commented, skilfully saving the wine from being spilled, “I bet Princess Octavia is leaving hoof prints on the dashboard.”

Cyclone had to laugh at Bluefeather’s comment, “I bet she is. I can guarantee Raid hasn't said anything since that nifty pass through those two cars. In the zone isn't the word.”

With just four laps to go, Air Raid made her move. Entering turn three, she pulled high in behind the first place car, using it to slingshot past it on the low side, daringly going under the leader as they sped out onto the long straight section. She took first place and held onto it, not looking back as she sped away in the lead. As Air Raid’s white Audi took the lead, Bluefeather, by now absorbed in the action, jumped up. “She's leading! Cy, she's leading!”

“Go on Raid!” Cyclone cheered her old friend on, hoping through some magic that her cheers would make it through the ether and make her car go faster. Luckily, now that Air Raid was in first place, she stayed there for the rest of the race, eventually winning by forty clear feet. “Get in!” she cheered. The whole bar cheered, especially Frankie who had placed a large bet on the unknown from Canterlot to win.

As soon as Air Raid, Octavia and the damaged Audi crossed the line, the cameras – almost as one entity - all cut to Princess Luna's reaction up in the VIP box. While extremely pleased, the Princess was performing a much more regal and reserved clap of her forehooves, while the rest of the herd all cheered.

Down on the track, Air Raid was performing her own ‘understated’ victory celebrations, pulling a series of celebratory donuts around the finishing line, twirling her helmet out of the car window on the damaged driver's side. She had made sure that every driver in Manehatten knew who she was.

In the bar, Bluefeather hugged Cyclone tight, following it up with a long, hard, deep kiss. “That…That was exciting!” she exclaimed breathlessly, “I'm so happy for your friend!”

“I need more wine.”

Bluefeather agreed with that sentiment. “More wine coming up, love.” Getting up onto shaking legs, the mid grey pegasus trotted off to get another wine for her young lover and a dark beer for herself. This wasn’t very hard as Frankie was in a very good mood, having just won a ton on the race. “That was more exciting than a Wonderbolt show!” she squealed with excitement as she returned, setting the drinks on the table.

It was a few moments before Cyclone trusted herself to lift the wine glass without dropping and breaking it. “It certainly was intense, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Bluefeather took a calming sip of her beer. “Intense. Are you going to call?” she asked after a few more minutes had passed.

“No car crashes at Wonderbolts shows!” Cyclone let out a very happy little giggle. “And yeah, I'll give her a ring, just a mo,” she reached a hoof into her bag and, retrieving her phone, she took a much needed sip of her red wine. “Hmm, now that’s good stuff.”

“You just like it because some filly used her hooves to squish the grapes…” said Bluefeather teasingly.

Cyclone giggled, thinking immediately of Wildfire and the blind mare’s proclivity for hooves. “Well, hooves are fun. They tread grapes, they’re fun to lick, they’re good for spanking naughty fillies...” sharing a wink with her older marefriend, she swiped through her phone’s menus and dialled Air Raid’s number.

“Hello Cyclone.” Amethyst’s broad Broncs accent answered the call after a couple of rings. “We are celebrating, yes?”

“We watched the race!” Cyclone enthused, loudly, for most of the bar was also celebrating, those that weren’t drowning sorrows, anyway. “It was super scary when that car hit her, she okay?”

“Yes,” Amethyst replied over the sheer amount of noise in the pit lane, “I was very afraid and I am afraid now.”

“Why?” asked Cyclone, sharing a giggle with Bluefeather, “has Raid tried to kill the driver for hurting her precious baby?”

Amethyst, shaking her head, moved to the far end of the pit, where thankfully it was a little less noisy. Not that she could fault her new pet for celebrating. It was a deserved win. “No, Air Raid kissed Princess Octavia in the winner's circle. I fear that Mungu wa Usiku may send her to the moon.”

As the phone was on speaker, Bluefeather looked up at Cyclone with a questioning look on her face. “Munga wa Usiku?”

Cyclone had to think about that for just a moment. It had been many years since languages at university. “Um, I think she means Princess Luna, ‘Munga wa Usiku’ means 'Goddess of the Moon, I think.” She smiled, “Amethyst, I'll go on a limb and say everypony's safe.”

“I do hope so.” Amethyst didn’t sound wholly convinced. “Princess Luna is talking to them now.”

Just as Amethyst said that, Cyclone and everypony else watching could see it on the TV as the cameras were still rolling. “So I see, the TV cameras are on you. Gotta say, your mare looks good on that winner's podium.” Said the black mare, able to see both Amethyst and Cream stood next to each other, but they weren’t on the podium. “Cream looks happy too.”

“Yes, we are all waiting for the after party.” Amethyst smiled, “We’re going to Caffeinated's place.”

“We'll have a drink for you here,” Cyclone added, hopefully helpfully, “I hope Raid wasn't too bummed we weren't there.”

“She knows you watched and she said she hoped you peed in your nappy!” said Amethyst, finishing with a loud laugh.

“Twice!” Cyclone retorted, also laughing into her wine glass. “Tell her we'll catch up with you all when we get back, I've got some news to tell you.”

“I’ll not get her to call now,” Amethyst said, she doubted whether or not her pet was able to talk at all, with all the shouting she was doing she’d lose her voice. “You want her call later or you going to leave a message?”

“Hun, get her to call when she has a moment, please?”

“Okay Cyclone, she is more than happy now.” Amethyst laughed, “Got to go and kiss mare who gave her the flowers.” The pink zebra mare barked out a loud laugh before hanging up the call.

Cyclone laughed, for on the TV she could see the mare passing out the flowers. She could also see Air Raid’s disinterest. All she wanted was the trophy. Cream wanted the flowers. Putting her phone away, she turned back to Bluefeather who was sipping her ale. “To our celebrations! Ale, wine and cuddles!”

Right there in the bar, Bluefeather did just that, cuddling her young lover so tightly she wrinkled her floral sundress. “There’s always time for cuddles.”

All was perfect in Cyclone’s world. She had her mare, her wine and it was a good day. “Hmm, snuggly cuggles wiv my sexy pony…”

As she snuggled, Bluefeather tuned out the TV and the rest of the bar, the patrons now propping up the bar and helping to keep Frankie in business. “So,” she started, “twice, huh?”

“Um...uh huh...I was scared, twice!” Cyclone blushed at being caught out, especially so now she knew that Bluefeather could tell when she blushed. While they snuggled, the jet black mare felt a gentle hoof push firmly between into her padded crotch, squishing the pink nappy into her marehood under the dress. “Aaah...” she gasped, biting her lip.

Playfully, Bluefeather prodded Cyclone’s nappy, amazed both at the fact it hadn’t leaked and how her lover hadn’t noticed. ‘Wow…she really is incontinent,’ she thought, realising again that the young mare had been honest with her all along. She liked that. “No wonder you have so much room for wine, hmm?”

Still blushing, Cyclone giggled as she emptied her glass of red. “There’s always room for wine, Blue.”

“Hmm, maybe, but there’s not much more room left here,” said Bluefeather, smiling as she pushed with her hoof again into the very full nappy. “Squishy butt.”

“No, I guess not,” Cyclone cooed, “Hmmm very squishy!”

Bluefeather smiled at her very sexy mare. “Set down the glass and get on your back. I'm changing you now.”

‘Right here? In the bar?’ Cyclone thought, a wide smile on her face as she looked around the sports bar and saw the few ponies still inside drinking at the bar. ‘Oh that’s so awesome!’ Needless to say, it didn’t take her more than a few seconds to roll over on her back.

From her own bag, Bluefeather got her changing supplies and, removing the accidentally-on-purpose wrinkled dress, the mid grey pegasus, in full view of the sports bar, removed the nappy cover followed by the very heavy, very wet nappy itself. “You are my little filly.”

At the bar, Frankie looked on, but other than looking he did nothing. He was by now, after four years, used to Cyclone’s antics. She was a fun, harmless mare. The other patrons, those still in the bar following the race, glanced over, watching as Bluefeather worked. Some gawked at the blatant display, some were embarrassed they even looked. Some didn’t know where to look while Bluefeather powdered Cyclone’s nether regions and applied a fresh clean nappy.

“You are a good little filly, yes you are!” the older mare rubbed Cyclone’s nose with her own, before quickly disposing of the soiled nappy.

Laid on the seating pad, Cyclone smiled up at her lover and rubbed her nose in kind. “I'm your good filly!” she put an emphasis on the word ‘your’.

“Yes you are.” Bluefeather agreed, pouring out the rest of the bottle of wine into Cyclone’s glass, filling barely half of it as the other ponies in the bar, satisfied the spectacle was over, went back to what they were doing. “You can sit up and drink your wine now.”

Sitting up, Cyclone laid a wine-flavoured kiss on her lover’s lips. “Hmm, that feels better, thanks hun.”

“You're welcome, love.” Bluefeather smiled warmly, affectionately nuzzling her marefriend’s cheek. “You are my very special filly.”

While she was being nuzzled, Cyclone blushed. She blushed so hard she knew for a fact that Bluefeather could feel the heat coming from her cheeks. “And…you're my special mare,” she said quietly, while the older mare continued to nuzzle and snuggle her, only breaking occasionally to sip her beer. “I don't think it gets better than this, in a bar, with my mare, wine and snuggles.”

Bluefeather considered that, and decided, for the most part that she was right. “Maybe a nice home cooked meal, too?”
“Hmm, now, that does sound a little better.”

“But do I let you eat what I eat, or give you filly food?” Bluefeather asked playfully, “Hmmm…” she left that hanging in the air.

“Mmm, how about we have some nanna and foal time first, then when it's the filly's bedtime she grows up and you get the hoof cuffs out?” Cyclone countered with a proposal of her own.

“You can finish your wine first, since no foal would be drinking that, well, unless I watered it down first.” Bluefeather giggled, thinking the proposal over and finding it a good one, albeit with a little tweaking.

Cyclone, taking her glass in her hoof, let out a bright little giggle. “Ickle Cy knows it’s a big filly's drink, don’t worry.”

Lovingly, the older pegasus kissed her marefriend’s lips. Again, ponies looked, again, she didn’t care. “That is a sweet wine indeed.”

Returning the kiss, Cyclone paused long enough to drain her glass before laying on a longer, sexier kiss for the benefit of the ponies still watching them. “It's nice, right?”

“Too bad I didn't think to bring the stroller,” said Bluefeather, thinking of the adult sized stroller that she had left safely in the locker back on the train platform in Canterlot. Still, an idea came to her, for a fun way they could spend their late afternoon in the sun. “Would my little filly like to go to and play at the park?”

Immediately, and with very little persuasion, Cyclone got into her role, grinning and clapping her hooves together excitedly. “Yes pwease, nanna!”

“You wait here and be a good filly while I go pay the nice stallion.”

Cyclone, fully adjusted, sat proudly on her seating pad. “I be a good filly, nanna, you see!”

Frankie, behind the bar, held up his hooves when Bluefeather reached the bar to pay. Kindly, he passed her unused card back to her. “I'll cover the wine, as that was a good show, ma’am.”

Bluefeather however, insisted on paying for her ale, despite Frankie’s attempts to persuade her otherwise. “You're most welcome, sir, and this is a lovely bar.”

When the mid grey mare returned to their table, she was very pleased to see that Cyclone hadn’t moved. “I was good, nanna!” she beamed proudly.

“You are a very good filly.” Said Bluefeather, who was at that moment a proud nanna. “After the park, maybe we can have ice cream.” Making sure she had everything in her saddlebag, the changing supplies as well as the folded floral dress and a ‘surprise’ for the park, she bent her legs. “Climb on so you don't get lost, since I didn't bring the foal leash.”

Awkwardly, Cyclone clambered up on her nanna’s grey back. She was determined to behave, because she wanted her promised treat. “I wanna icy cweam!”

Using her wings to help keep Cyclone in place, Bluefeather casually strolled out of the bar, ignoring the tuts and the glances of what she deemed ‘ignorant asses’ and giving an appreciative nod to Frankie when he nodded to her. Outside on the street, in the warm pleasant sunlight, she looks around, realising then that of course she didn’t know where the nearest park was. She smiled, seeing how they could play a game. “If only I knew a smart filly that knows where the park is?”

“Ooh!” Cyclone squeaked, waving her hoof in the air, “ooh! Nanna, I is a smart filly! I is!”

“You are a smart filly.” Bluefeather smiled broadly, “Maybe we can play giddy up and you can turn nanna by gently pulling her mane?”

“Like this, nanna?” asked Cyclone demonstrably tugging gently on her nanna’s blue mane, pulling it to the left.

Nodding her head, Bluefeather turned in the direction that her mane was tugged, facing the left down the street. “So, little filly, off we go!” leaving Frankie’s Bar behind her, she set off at a gentle canter, in no hurry whatsoever as it was a fun game to play. She did take care to avoid the odd pony on the street though.

“Whoooo! Pony wide! Pony wide!” Cyclone whooped and cheered on her nanna’s back, the canter more than fast enough for the ‘little’ filly. She did take care to steer her though, first left then right onto different streets and finally onto a wide ornately decorated avenue. Bluefeather didn’t speed up or slow down, she just followed her filly’s directions. “We here nanna!” she squeaked, once they reached the end of the avenue.

Reaching the park, Bluefeather looked about to see how full it was on this Sunday afternoon. She noted there were a few parents and actual foals, though not very many. She put that down to the sports events on TV. After a moment’s deliberation, she trotted over to a gathering of adults sat on a couple of side by side benches. “Good afternoon,” she spoke up, getting their attention, “I want to make sure it is okay if my filly plays with your foals, please?”

The nearest stallion, a dark green middle aged pegasus, gave a frown. “Isn't she a bit old to be playing here?”

Expecting such a reaction, Bluefeather simply smiled, “Her body may be older but…” she tapped the side of her head with a hoof, “she plays nice and doesn't bite or hit. I'll be right here to watch her and you can watch us both at all times.”

A pale green mare sat next to the stallion – Bluefeather assumed she was his partner – giggled, “I don't see a problem with it, but you just make sure I'm not wrong,” she finished quite seriously.

Bending her legs, Bluefeather let Cyclone down easy on the grassy cloudstuff floor. “Remember Cy, share and play nice.” As she did so, she also pulled out some toys from her bag, a little bucket and spade, a plastic pony doll, and a small carriage. As a last surprise, she revealed that her Radiance plush was in her bag too, but she didn't offer that.

“Nanna...can you keep Rady comp-ny wiv you?” Cyclone asked, immersed in her role, she didn’t want her prized plush damaged, at all.

“I will,” her nanna nodded kindly, “we will watch you together from this bench.”

Leaning up, Cyclone quickly kissed her nanna’s cheek, “I be good nanna!” Taking the little bucket and spade, she toddled off to the nearby sand box.

“It is a lovely day today.” Bluefeather said as she sat down, opting to start conversation flowing with an easy opener.

The pale green mare nodded, more agreeable to a chat than her stallion. “Yes, then again it usually is a lovely day in Cloudsdale. Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Bluefeather chuckled, “My accent didn't give me away? I’m from Cloudhatten.”

The dark green stallion nodded, finding his tongue now that the conversation had been started. “You hid the accent well, ma’am.”

In the sand box, a four year old lime green pegasus colt was happily building a sand castle with his own little bucker and spade. Cyclone, running up, slowed down as she got close. “Hi!” she squeaked in her best filly voice, “can I pway wiv you pwease?” she asked, minding her manners like her nanna had advised.

The colt looked up from his construction and gasped, “you big!”

On the bench, Bluefeather and the dark green stallion were both watching Cyclone and the colt. “Yours?” the weather manager asked, determined to keep the conversation light.

“Nephew.”

At the sand box, Cyclone smiled, “I is a big filly.” Very carefully, she sat on her padded rump, painfully aware of the scrutiny she was under not just from her nanna but from the other adults as well. While she was in her ‘foal persona’, she knew what she was doing. She made sure to keep a few visible feet between her and the colt. “You good at castles.”

The lime green colt nodded. “I buid tings, cassels and tings. I Haze.” He held out his little hoof for a bump.

Cyclone returned the hoof bump with a smile, making contact for the briefest of brief moments. “I Cyclone. I make castle too!” taking up her little shovel, she proceeded to fill the bucket, making sure to pack the sand in good and tight.

Seeing what she was doing, the little colt knew the dry top sand wouldn’t stand up. It had to be wet. Haze pointed to a nearby faucet. “Water makes cassel betta.”

The dark green stallion, starting to at last warm to the strange pair, as they didn’t seem dangerous in the least, spoke up. “So, ah, is this role play, then, that you two do?” his valiant attempt did earn him a smile of approval from his partner.

Bluefeather saw no reason to not open up a little, now that the stallion was talking, at least. “Yes, you see, she is far more comfortable in her own fur as a foal.”

“All the time?” asked the pale green mare curiously.

“No,” Bluefeather replied, with just a hint of ruefulness in her tone, “even she has to grow up now and again.”

Cyclone, at the sand box, looked over to the faucet, shielding her blue eyes from the pleasantly warm mid-afternoon sunlight with her wing as she did so. “It does. I go get water.” That decided, she emptied out the dry sand from her bucket and she got up to her hooves.

While she was gone getting the water, a pretty little sky blue filly with a pink bow in her mane came waddling over to the sand box. With as much tact as she possessed, she prodded the colt hard with her hoof. “Haze, who dat?” she asked, pointing to the large black mare at the faucet.

“Cycone.” replied Haze, moulding the sand into shape with his hooves.

“She big.” The filly passed her judgment, while Haze just nodded his agreement.

The third adult mare, a dark blue pegasus, that had until this point said nothing, spoke up. “My daughter, Weather Vane.” To which Bluefeather nodded. “She can be a hoof full, but she doesn't hit or bite either.” She concluded with a smile.

With the little bucket of water held securely by the handle in her mouth, Cyclone trotted back to sand box, only to pause when she saw the sky blue filly. “I-I gots water…” she looked like she had seen a ghost when she sat on the very edge of the box and poured out the water. “I-I um, I Cyclone,” she introduced herself to the newcomer.

“I Weada fane!” the filly held out her hoof for Cyclone to bump, “Haze is my fwiend.”

Cyclone nodded, tentatively bumping the filly’s hoof before pulling it back like she had been scalded. “Haze good wiv castles…” she said, but what she thought was, “Oh, dear sweet Luna above, she looks just like Cinabelle, she even has a mane bow!’ Shaking her head, she forced the unpleasant memories aside and she used her hooves to mix in the now wet sand with the dry.

Weather Vane, quickly getting bored of the sand box, got up and looked for something more fun. Fortunately she found it. “I slide now.”

“Bye!” Haze called out to his friend as Weather Vane trotted off to the slides.

“Bye!” Cyclone called, at the same time offering up a silent prayer of thanks to the mother of all the alicorns as she shovelled the wet sand into the bucket. Without a word, the lime green colt got and, once he had some water, returned with water. Once back, he dug a moat to put the water in. “Ooh clever!” Cyclone upended her bucket and released it to reveal a slightly crumbly castle. “Ta da!”

“Your filly seems nervous.” The pale green mare said to Bluefeather as she leant forward on the bench.

‘Yes, she does, doesn’t she?’ Bluefeather thought, her eyes never once leaving Cyclone as she played, carefully, in the sand box. She knew why her mare was as nervous as a dog faced with too many hydrants. “She knows I'm watching her and that I expect her best behaviour.”

Haze was impressed with Cyclone’s creation. “Good!”

“You like?” Cyclone asked, “I’mma put 'uva one there.” She pointed to a spot next to the first castle and she quickly filled the bucket again with the wet sand.

Haze nodded as he knocked down one of his walls. “Bigga!” he declared his intent, quickly rebuilding the structure, this time larger than before.

“Bigga is betta!” Cyclone agreed, upending her bucket. This time she made a much better castle. Using her hooves, she moulded a little wall around it from the sand while Haze dug sand out of the moat to shape the wall a good two hooves high. Noticing that the wall, and indeed Haze himself, was getting a little close to her, Cyclone stood quickly. “Haze I’mma go swing.”

Utterly unconcerned, Haze nodded, more bothered with constructing something to rival the Canterlot palace. “Bye Cycone!”

“Byeee!” Only too quickly, Cyclone gathered up the bucket and spade and, once they were cleaned under the nearby faucet, she trotted over to where Bluefeather was chatting with the adults as if they were old friends. “Nanna, I wanna swing. Pwush me pwease?”

Nodding, Bluefeather put away the bucket and spade before excusing herself from the other adults. “Okay Cy, let’s go swing, sweetie.” With that, she walked with her, leading her over to the swing set.

“Taaa nanna!” at the swings, Cyclone held up her hooves to her nanna, “Upsies!”

Smiling, the mid grey mare lifted her filly up and, with hooves and wing power, she started her swing into motion. “High?”

“High pwease nanna!” Cyclone squeaked and obligingly, Bluefeather pushed her higher and higher until she was roughly shoulder height off of the ground. “Whooo!” she squealed in delight, holding very tight onto the chains either side of the swing. “Yaaay nanna!”

After a few minutes off this, Bluefeather pushed Cyclone a little harder so that she was up to her wingspan height and the big filly, feeling particularly brave, cried, “higher nanna! Higher!” Smirking behind her, the older mare got her up to half the bar height. That was enough. “Ooh um...high 'nuff now!”

Bluefeather kept up her swinging, though she made sure to keep the height where Cyclone was most comfortable. “Yaaay better!” she whooped in glee as she swung.

Bluefeather giggled as she pushed her. “My brave little filly.”

“Your good bwave ickle filly!” Cyclone corrected her, happy to swing until, after a few minutes, she got bored. Looking around the park, she wondered what to do next. Seeing that Weather Vane had vacated the slide, she decided to play on that. “Nana! I wanna slide now, pwease!”

Carefully, Bluefeather slowed the swing down until it stopped. Once she was sure it was safe, she helped her filly out of the swing and onto the grassy cloudstuff floor of the park. A glance around told her that the slides were indeed vacant. Not that she was overly concerned about that per se, but it never hurt to be careful. “Can you climb up yourself?” she asked once they were stood by the steps.

Cyclone looked up at the five foot high slide and swallowed. “I-I's a big filly Nana...I can cwimb up…”

“I'll wait at the bottom then.”

“’Kay nanna!” Cyclone exclaimed, carefully climbing up and sliding down to her waiting caretaker. Expertly, the older pegasus caught her at the bottom, ready with a tender kiss to her forehead. “Ta for da catch nanna!” she leapt up, kissing her cheek. “I doin’ 'gain!” she declared, making Bluefeather laugh merrily as she let her go again.

“Catch!” As she sped down the slide, a little pee shot out of her and filled the nappy, but not enough for the eagle eyed Bluefeather to notice as she caught her filly again. “You is a good catch, nanna!”

Bluefeather laughed, “You are a fluffy catch!”

“I is...” Cyclone paused, suddenly she found that she was breathing a little hard. She hadn’t played this much in a long while. She made a mental note to work out more. Well, at all, really. “Um, can I pway wiv Rady now?”

“Of course you can,” Bluefeather replied with a very motherly smile, “but I want you to play in the grass and not in the sand, okay, sweetie?”

Cyclone was only too happy to oblige. “Yes nanna, Rady no like sand. She like her hoovsies clean!” When they had trotted back over to the bench, and Bluefeather had sat back down, she gave her filly her Radiance plush from her bag. The dark green stallion was still sat there while his nephew, Haze, was still happily playing in the sand.

“Taaa nanna!” Grateful of the rest, Cyclone sat on the grass close to the bench, immediately lost in her own imaginary world of play as she trotted her plush around the grass. Watching her antics out of the corner of his eye, the stallion snorted but, thanks to Bluefeather’s look she gave him, he elected to say nothing.

Cyclone flicked her ears towards the stallion, briefly showing her irritation, but this was quickly forgotten about as she played her little game. “Radiance!” she ducked her toy down, “Mane-ac is back! Power Pony up!” with that, she started 'fight' the imaginary villain, acting out the whole climactic scene from Power Ponies 2, Revenge of the Mane-iac, in her mind’s eye.

While he was keeping an eye on his nephew in the sand box, the dark green stallion did, every now and then, cast a glance at Cyclone as she played, in spite of himself he had a small smile on his face. Eventually, Cyclone concluded her epic battle. “Yaaay!” she cheered, “Mare-top-lis is safed!” As she stood up from the grass, the incontinent mare peed again, this time her pink nappy looked very full indeed.

Bluefeather, of course, noticed this development in an instant. “How are you doing, Cy?” she asked kindly, knowing now that her mare was unaware of what she had just done.

Only then, when she tried to waddle, did the jet black pegasus realise that she had urinated in her nappy. “Um…” she prodded the full squishy nappy, “I fink I had 'nuff pway now, nanna.”

Bluefeather nodded. She was thinking the same thing. “It is somepony's nap time, I think.” Leaning forward, she checked her mare’s nappy, though given how heavy it looked, this was somewhat unnecessary. “After a change.”

Almost as soon as her nanna said ‘nap’, Cyclone let out a tiny yawn. “Hmm, yes nanna...did I pway good?” she asked hopefully.

“You played very good, sweetie.” Bluefeather replied, setting out the changing mat in the grass near the bench. “Come here, my little filly.”

“I is here, nanna,” Cyclone huffed, walking distinctly more tricky now she had to waddle with a thick, heavy swollen nappy around her waist. Once she was there though, she rolled over onto her back, hind legs up in the air.

As she changed her filly, Bluefeather performed her usual professional job, while the dark green stallion looks over at what she was doing, he blushed hard and looked anywhere but at them. Once the mid grey mare had finished up, with the soiled nappy deposited in the trash can, she picked Cyclone up to her hooves. “Okay, hop up on my back and I'll give you a pony ride home.”

“Yaaay!” Cyclone squeaked in sheer delight and, with her nanna’s assistance, she clambered up onto the older pegasus’s back. “Pony wiiiiide! Hi ho nanna, away!”

Bluefeather did take a moment before leaving to show her appreciation to the dark green stallion, and his pale green partner, who had returned to the bench. “Thank you both, for being so understanding.”

“But for the grace of Celestia there go I,” he replied with a smile, nudged a little by his mate.

That done, and the pleasantries observed, Bluefeather trotted off, letting her filly pretend to steer as now she knew where she was going. After a few moments of quiet walking, with the park behind them and the two mares turned on to a different street, Bluefeather spoke up, voicing a thought that was in her head. “You were a little nervous around the real foals. Are you okay, Cyclone?”

Resting on her marefriend’s back, Cyclone grew up, sloughing off the foal persona that she wore so well and again becoming ‘herself’. She knew she had been watched, and she knew that Bluefeather would want to talk about it. She was fine with that, with everything. “Yeah, I'm fine…” she looked down, gathering her thoughts together. “It’s just, I dunno, that little filly looked just like Cinabelle, and I didn't want a repeat of history, y’know?”

Bluefeather did know. She understood and she was so proud of her marefriend. “You've learned a lot since then, and you're not under the influence of drugs anymore. Being careful is very important. Then again, that filly's mother was more worried she'd do something wrong.” She said supportively, before giggling brightly, “It isn't always going to be easy, but you're a better pony for what happened.”

“I know hun, and I've got an awesome nanna looking out for me as well.” Cyclone agreed, nestling into Bluefeather’s back, finding the short warm grey fur extremely comfortable and relaxing. “But, well, the thing is, you never know when stallions like Gossip Column will appear and ruin your day, so I played it safe.” She couldn’t help but think back to the weather expo in Las Pegasus, and the hack reporter that had ruined her.

Bluefeather mulled on that as she turned onto Feather Lane, leading back to Cyclone’s modest little house. “Tomorrow night we can go to the club again,” she offered, “It is a safer environment and I think you could use some escape time.”

On her back, Cyclone nodded quietly, “I'd like that…” she paused, letting out a yawn. Thanks to her lover’s body heat and rhythmic heartbeat, her eyes were drooping, no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she was falling asleep. “Hmm, I think I'll need, it after the viewing…” she trailed off, she really wasn’t looking forward to seeing Monsoon’s body.

“I was thinking the same,” Bluefeather agreed as she walked slowly along. She was in no hurry. “But, plans can change. You may want to spend some time with your dad, too.”

Again, Cyclone was almost asleep, still, she was able to think, for the moment, anyway. “No reason why we can't do both, I mean, we'll need to spend some time with him to talk over working and that.” She smiled a little smile, “we could always check out some of the other rooms?”

Bluefeather chuckled, “Do I have a frisky little foal on my hooves?”

“You do,” Cyclone fought through her fatigue and, kissing her marefriend’s ear, she added little nibbles along the leading edge.

“Maybe if you're a good pony and take your nap, I'll find something else for us to do after, hmm?” Bluefeather offered, casually flicking her ear out of her lover’s reach.

“I'm a very good pony,” Cyclone giggled, leaning forward just a little and licking Bluefeather’s grey ear, stopping just before she was told to stop. Still giggling, she yawned a longer, more pronounced yawn before she comfortably nestled her head into the older mare’s blue mane. In short order she was snoring away like the contented foal she was.

Once she had reached Cyclone’s house, Bluefeather wasted no time at all in taking her precious sleeping package up to the foal bedroom. “Waky waky so you can napy napy!” she giggled, playfully jiggling her marefriend awake.

“Huh!” Startled by Bluefeather’s jiggling shoulders, Cyclone jerked her head up, very suddenly awake. “I’m up! I'm 'wake!” Blinking, she wiped her drool away from the edge of her mouth with her hoof as the older mare gently helped her into the waiting crib. Immediately, as soon as her body hit the soft mattress, Cyclone curled up without any argument whatsoever. “Hmm...th-thanks, Blue…”

“I love you, Cyclone.” Bluefeather placed a soft, loving kiss on her marefriend’s forehead, smiling as she was already fast asleep once more. Happy that she was, for the moment, gone to Luna’s domain, Bluefeather busied herself with putting away the bucket and spade in the moving box, cleaning and ironing the wrinkled floral dress and restocking her supply bag.

That done, the mid grey pegasus found the closest thing to a trashy romance novel she could lay her hooves on, a Buffy novella that she assumed was based on one of the show’s episodes entitled “Lies Our Parents Told Us”, and she settled on a recliner in the foal bedroom to enjoy it and a mug of herbal tea, reading while Cyclone slept.

~ ~ ~

An hour into Cyclone’s nap, and Bluefeather, thanks to the novella, was feeling rather horny. She had re-read the part with the Vampony hoof-cuffed in Buffy’s basement several times over. Deciding some very adult fun was in order, the mid grey pegasus retrieved the set of cuffs from the adult spare room. Very carefully, at first anyway, she slipped the cuffs on her sleeping lover’s legs. When she realised she was out like a light, Bluefeather was more confident in clipping the cuffs together. That done, she returned to the novella.

One hour later, and Cyclone sat up sleepily in her crib, yawning a wide yawn as she tried to rub her sleep-filled blue eyes. Something however was wrong, but she didn’t know what. “Bl-Blue?” she asked groggily.

Bluefeather, no nearer to finding out what happened to Spike the Vampony beyond the fact that he was chained in the basement and being used as a sleeper agent by The First, looked up somewhat reluctantly. She actually wanted to find out what happened next. “Hey love, did you sleep well?”

“Huh?” Cyclone asked, still sleepy, she tried again to rub her eyes, wondering why on earth all four hooves were being raised up at once. “Ooh...oh!” she giggled as she at last recognised the cuffs holding her hooves together. “Yeah...it was sweet, I needed that, I think.”

Putting the book down, making a mental note to watch the episode she was reading about, Bluefeather moved over and dropped the side of the crib. “Is my wittle filly still so sleepy she can hardly move?” she asked with a playful smile.

Cyclone returned the smile with a tiny yawn and, rolling to her side, she tried to wriggle out of the crib. “How long was I gone for?” the jet black mare asked, realising that the sun was hanging very low in the sky by now, it must be at least the early evening, or late afternoon.

Seeing what she was trying to do, Bluefeather positioned herself in such a way as to stop her lover from leaving the crib. “A couple hours,” she answered, unsure of the exact time, thanks to the book. “Are you all growed up now?” asked the older mare hopefully.

“I am all grown up!” Cyclone replied, flexing her legs against the restricting hoof-cuffs and guessing, correctly, that Bluefeather had some fun in mind. Getting the answer she wanted, the mid grey pegasus decided to find out if it was true that a pegasus’s ears were stuffed with clouds. This had nothing to do with what she knew of Cyclone’s sensitive ears.

Much.

“Aaah! Haa haaa teehee! M-My eeears!” Cyclone squealed, flicking her ears as she wriggled and squirmed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Hahahahaaaaaa!”

With Cyclone’s hooves all bound together, Bluefeather only had to worry about her wings and, in the crib she knew she was pretty safe there. Somewhere between moaning and laughing, Cyclone was twitching and wriggling. “Mhmm...hahaaa!” smirking devilishly to herself, Bluefeather moved a hoof to see if her young mare was dry after her nap, but she didn't let up on her ears for a second.

“MmMmm...hahaaah!” Cyclone realised she was on the wrong end of a losing battle, she squeezed her hind legs together in her dry nappy, though her marehood was starting to leak as she started to become overwhelmed with the tickling sensations in her ears. “Bl-Bluuuuuueeeeeee! Teeheehee st-staaaaaaaaahp!”

Bluefeather noted, with intense dissatisfaction, her dry nappy and she whispered in her ear, “I'm going to tickle you till you pee.” With that said, and the threat issued, she added strategically roaming hooves to the tickle attack.

“Nooo...noohohoho!” Cyclone wailed, desperately flicking her ears and squirming like crazy in an attempt to fend off the the terrible attack. She was twitching so hard she couldn't speak for laughing.

Now and then, every few minutes or so, Bluefeather relented so that Cyclone could catch your breath. Still, she didn’t stop, she nibble / nuzzled her neck and face. After ten more minutes or so of Bluefeather’s ticklish assault on her body, Cyclone lost all reason and, with a loud barking laugh, there came a loud hissing noise as she peed in her nappy, moaning and laughing in equal measure.

“Victory is mine!” Bluefeather declared, pulling a pose before she giggled and deeply kissed her trembling and panting mare’s lips.

“Mmmph!” Cyclone opened her mouth to accept the kiss while her older lover’s hoof pressed into her now very squishy butt, she moaned into the kiss, shivering under the attention from Bluefeather’s hoof as it pushed the sodden nappy against her marehood.

Bluefeather quickly moved from the kiss to nibbling down Cyclone’s neck, not giving her addled senses time to catch up with the stimuli they were experiencing. It was all the younger pony could do to purr in sheer pleasure, “Hmm…oooh Bluuuue!” and leans her neck to the side.

“You are the tastiest of ponies,” said Bluefeather huskily as she worked her way down her lover’s chest towards her belly.

“Mmm...aaand y-you're th-the hmmm...sexiest…” Cyclone exhaled, moaning lustfully as her black wings started fluttering outwards from her body, a sure sign that she was getting more and more aroused. Noticing this – like it was hard to miss – Bluefeather trailed gentle nibbles and nips all over her chest on her way to her belly.

“Hmm, I should have thought this out.” Bluefeather said, thinking out loud as she gently moved Cyclone’s around to get to her belly. ‘Next time,’ she thought, ‘I’ll plan ahead…’

“Ooh...oooh Bluuue...y-you teeeease!”

Smirking to herself, Bluefeather moved down to lavish some attention on Cyclone’s teats. “Such a soggy bottom you have, sweetie.” All Cyclone could do was moan into a low whimper, her wings now standing semi erect as the older mare unfastened the sodden nappy from around her waist. “Who knew black fur was nice and absorbent though?” she asked playfully, laying a kiss on her lover’s pubic mound.

That pushed all of Cyclone’s buttons, almost literally. “Ooh Luna above! Pleeease lick me Blue, pleease!”

For a moment, Bluefeather stepped away from the crib. “Oh yes, I'll lick you, Cy!” she said with a giggle.

“Th-Thank you!” after begging, Cyclone gave her marefriend a very desperate look, a look full of want and need. Bluefeather only teased her for just a little longer. Reaching for something just out of Cyclone’s line of sight. She picked the ‘something’ up and pressed it to her puckered anal ring.

As it was slippery and lubricated from the wet nappy, Cyclone gasped as she felt the small and round something slide into her asshole. When she felt a little cord trailing from it out your tail hole she knew it had to be one of her vibrating eggs. “Ooooh!” she gasped, feeling the toy slide inside her as her muscular tunnel flexed.

Almost the moment it disappeared inside her slippery ass, Bluefeather turned it on, loving the delighted little squeals coming from the bound black pony in the crib. “Oh,” she thought, “We can't have that fall out though, can we?” smiling sweetly, she inserted the inflatable butt plug next and pumped it up. “There, that should keep it in!”

“Aah...ooh, ooh m-my goodness!” Cyclone twitched as the vibrating egg was pushed deeper into her anus, held tight against her muscular walls by the plug filling up her whole anal cavity.

“What do you know, I have a second one!” Bluefeather declared, giggling like an excited filly as she slid a second lubricated egg past her pussy lips and into her sopping wet tunnel before turning it on. “Do you think it will tickle my tongue, Cy?” she asked, though she didn’t wait for an answer to find out.

“AaaAH y-yeees!” Cyclone’s blue eyes rolled and she squeaked rather loudly, “yeeees it will!”

“Hmm, I’m having a hard time reaching it, I'll have to delve deeper.” With that said, Bluefeather took a deep breath and plunged, ‘full muzzle’ deep inside Cyclone’s dripping pussy.

Cyclone, already squirming, now squirmed really hard. She could feel her lover’s muzzle filling up her marehood. “AAAAH BLUUUE!” she screamed, especially when the older mare used her teeth to pull the egg to the opening by the cord before pushing it back in with her tongue, effectively bucking her with the egg.

That did it. It didn’t take more than several thrusts of the egg before Cyclone screamed, “B-BL-BLuuuUUUEE!” she shuddered as she came, and she came hard, flopping and squirming in the crib as juices squirted all over her marefriend’s face.

“Von, von orgasm Muwahahahahah!” Bluefeather laughed maniacally, continuing her sensual assault.

“GaaAAH...” Cyclone arched her back, her wings were now very, very stiff indeed. At her dripping crotch, Bluefeather tried to use her hoof to thrust the egg in and out, but the vibrations proved too much for her ticklish hooves. That quickly discovered, she went back to using her teeth. “Aahn...aahn...” Laid whimpering on her back, the quivering jet black pegasus writhed as another climax was quickly building within her core.

Determined, Bluefeather worked hard to push her over the edge again by turning the egg trapped in her that asshole up to its highest setting.

That worked.

“BUUuuuuUUUUCK! YEEEEEEEES” Cyclone’s moan became a scream, she flexed her hips hard as she came again, once more squirting and filling her lover’s mouth with her ejaculate.

“Two,” Bluefeather whispered, her voice barely audible. “That’s two orgasms.” She then turned both eggs down to low and she crawled up to lay by her panting marefriend’s side, laying with care over a stiff outstretched wing. “Are you having fun yet?”

Barely able to string two words together, Cyclone nodded her head. “Yu-Yuh huh…” with that, Bluefeather decided to work on the black wing underneath her. “Yeeeees!” she hissed with pleasure, not looking when the older pegasus produced a third vibrator, turned it onto its lowest setting and, with a wide grin, ran it along the wing bone. Suddenly very aware of the new toy, Cyclone let out a guttural, “UuuaaAAH!” as she went into spasm underneath her lover, her marehood leaking like a faucet left turned on.

Noticing the egg in said dripping pussy had almost slid out, Bluefeather reached back with a rear hoof to push it securely back inside. The effect was immediate, even on the low setting. “Guu...Guuuu...aAAAH!” Cyclone shook violently under her lover as she came for a third time, this time wetting her hind hoof in the process. With devious intentions, Bluefeather now moved the vibrator in amongst the primary feathers along with her lips and tongue.

Immediately, Cyclone’s blue eyes went as wide as saucers. ‘Oooh sweet Goddesses!’ she thought, but what left her mouth was, “OooOOOH!” After her fourth shuddering climax, Bluefeather crawled back down her side, making a low pass over her turquoise tail with a brief stop and then up her other side to take care of the other wing in the same way. “MmmMMM!” Cyclone moaned, ‘oh Luuuna I can’t take much more of this!’ “BluuuUUUE!” she squirmed and wriggled.

Bluefeather paused, dissatisfied. “Hmm, you’re still conscious, so I'm obviously not doing it right.”

“OOOooOOooOH!” Cyclone squealed, her vision going white for a second as she shuddered and quaked her way to her fifth orgasm, whimpering underneath her older marefriend, thanks in no small part to the vibrator buried in the primary feathers of her right wing. “O-One...one m-more...pl-please...”

“Of course, you know it’s two per wing, right?” asked Bluefeather rhetorically, her rear hoof continuing to idly stroke between Cyclone’s hind legs over the inflated butt plug and at the same time, keeping her from squirting the egg out.

Again, with all the stimuli, Cyclone arched her back, shaking as she screamed, “AAaaaAAAAH!” her breathing quickened, going shallow. “B-Buuuuuck...Bluuue...” she squirmed and trembled, shaking her way through her sixth violent orgasm as her head rolled towards her lover, her eyes half closed and drool leaking from her mouth.

Finally, at long last, after so long, Bluefeather took some pity on her twitching marefriend and she switched off all three vibrators. “You know, Cy, you are so cute when you drool like that.”

“Bl...Bl...” Cyclone couldn’t speak, she merely wondered how else she wanted her to drool as she slumped, drooling in the crib, unable to even say her marefriend’s name just yet.

Smiling, Bluefeather deflated the inflatable butt plug and, sliding it out, she removed the switched off eggs while her marefriend slowly recovered. As she did so, she chose to leave the cuffs on her legs, holding her hooves tightly together. Leaning down, she sensuously kissed and whispered in her black ear. “Well then, I guess it is time I really got started, don’t you think?”

After her six orgasms, wonderful though they were, Bluefeather gently carried her drooling wet mess of a marefriend through to the adult bedroom for some serious and much needed recovery snuggles. It was a good twenty minutes until the mid-grey pony deemed her young lover recovered enough to be able to answer her properly. For what she had in mind, this was absolutely necessary. “Cy,” she started gently, “have you ever been at the business end of Mr. Pointy?”

“Um...” Cyclone nodded, now that her breathing was under control and she wasn’t drooling everywhere like an idiot, it was easy to reply, “but not when he's been attached to another mare…” she admitted.

Laying beside her marefriend in the big spoon position, Bluefeather giggled. “I can say with experience that you don't know what you are missing out on.”

Cyclone smiled, very grateful that her ears were, for the moment at least, being left alone. “You did sound like you were having fun with him.”

“Yes, and I want to repeat that, and I'm okay if you want to do the mounting.”

Cyclone did want to do that, but then, another more sexy idea occurred to her. “We could, or...you could um, you could mount me, sexy.”

Bluefeather smiled kindly, though she inherently sensed the hesitation in Cyclone’s voice. “I believe I would like that, my love.”

Shivering involuntarily, Cyclone smiled as well. “Um, me too, Blue.”

This lead Bluefeather to a rather awkward question, one there was no real tactful way of asking, but one that needed to be asked, regardless. “Have you been aaah, I mean to say, um…well, ah, have you ever been…”

Cyclone couldn’t help but smile, in spite of her sudden nervousness, “mounted before, you mean?”

Now it was Bluefeather’s turn to blush slightly as she nodded. “There really is no easy way to ask that.”

Cyclone understood, but she was still grateful her marefriend had asked. “Well, technically no.” she rolled over on the bed to face the older pony, whom she kissed affectionately on the tip of her nose. “I've ridden Mr. Pointy before, it’s not like I'm a virgin, or anything.”

Bluefeather was more than happy to return the kiss, but she kissed Cyclone’s lips, instead of her nose. “Thank you then, for letting me have this.”

The jet black pegasus kissed Bluefeather’s lips now, holding her tight in a hug. “We'll always have this, my love.” At that, Bluefeather increased her tight snuggles, while Cyclone took the opportunity to kiss her again, because why not, given the chance? “You…Blue, you'll always be my first.”

“Wouldn't that be a disservice to the racing mare?”

“I meant the first to mount me, rather than the other way around.”

Blushing once more, Bluefeather understood what she meant, though she skilfully covered her blush with a doubling of the snuggles and the kisses. “So, my frisky mare, are you ready for round two?”

Cyclone looked blank for the briefest of seconds. Then realisation hit her like the hoof of an angry alicorn. “You mean all that before was just round one?”

“You don't think you got a full round?”

“Oh no...” she laid another kiss on Bluefeather, this time on her cheek. “I'm saying, I can't wait for round three!” Hearing that, the older pony utterly failed to hide her smile. “You have a beautiful smile, love.”

“Thank you!” Bluefeather was still smiling the beautiful smile. “You know, complements will get you everywhere.”

“Will they get me return trips in case I get everywhere?”

“To get everywhere, you have to return to the beginning.” said Bluefeather who, as she was in no hurry whatsoever, continued to snuggle her young marefriend. She was very pleased to discover, as she was snuggling, that Cyclone was also in no hurry. “Seems you have your breathing back under control,” she said, after a further ten minutes of solid quality snuggling.

“I does,” Cyclone agreed, “snuggles go a long way towards that.”

Smiling, deciding it was about time to start ‘round two’, Bluefeather reached down and very gently, she caressed her lover’s marehood with her hoof. “It seems you're still a bit moist though. Maybe a bit of friction will help you with that?”

“Yes!” Cyclone nodded enthusiastically, “Yes I think it will!”

“Maybe I could get you to help me with Mr. Pointy then?” Bluefeather asked, reaching over to the night stand and retrieving the large strap on, almost as if she had placed it there ahead of time in anticipation of just such an event.

Eagerly, Cyclone grinned. “I'd love to, sweetness.” Cyclone rolled onto her back while Bluefeather stood up on the bed, her butt near the black pony’s face as she stepped into the straps. “Hmm...such a cute ass!” she said appreciatively of the grey hindquarters and the blue tail as she used her hooves to slide the straps up her shapely hind legs.

“Cyclone!” Bluefeather exclaimed in mock outrage, “I'll have you know I am a pony!”

Cyclone blinked once then twice before she got it. “Oh, ha, ha.” She giggled at the ‘ass’ comment and the joke as a whole as she tightened the straps and admired her lover’s hole. “And a sexy one, too, at that.”

“You may continue to lavish praise on my butt.” Not that Bluefeather was vain, but if somepony was going to worship her ass, she wasn’t about to stop them.

“This beautiful,” she placed a kiss up high on Bluefeather’s inner thigh. “Sexy,” she put another kiss on the other inner thigh. She wasn’t quite done worshipping this specimen of an ass before her. “Perfect,” she now kissed the dock, just under her blue tail. “Butt?”

“Well, yes.” Bluefeather replied, lifting her tail up high to further show off her ass. “It would be a little narcissistic to praise your own butt, after all.”

“Yeah,” Cyclone agreed, though at that point, with her lover’s puckered ring right in her face, she may have agreed to anything, “But this butt is worth the praise.” As Bluefeather giggled and wiggled at that, Mr. Pointy bounced on her belly. “Mmm...” leaning forwards just slightly, she passionately kissed her marefried’s asshole, making out with it like she would kiss her lips while at the same time using her hooves to massage her six raindrop cutie marks.

Bluefeather let out a very contented purr, how could she not, Cyclone’s lips were most talented on her muscular sphincter. “Careful, I might just forget what I was doing…”

Giggling, Cyclone gently parted Bluefeather’s ass cheeks and, spreading her hole just a little, she licked all around her ring and she slid her hot wet tongue deep inside, swirling it around her anal cavity for a few seconds before pulling out. “Hmm, right there.”

Over the course of her life, Bluefeather’s partners had of course been ‘attentive’ to her behind, but Cyclone was on a whole other level. Not that she was complaining. The feeling of her tongue plundering her colon was most heavenly. But… “Are you hinting where you'd like Mr. Pointy to go?”

Her hint received and understood, Cyclone lay back on the bed and she smiled up at her lover with half lidded eyes. “Hmhmm, yes please, Blue.” If she was going to be mounted for the first time, she wanted it ‘there’.

Turning around, Bluefeather scooped up the lube in a wing. “Since you asked so nicely, I just might be able to help you out there.” Cyclone’s smile widened as she lifted up her hind legs and Bluefeather squirted a more than generous amount of the lube on her tongue and applied it liberally to her lover’s tail hole in a slow and through method.

“Mmm...” Cyclone moaned, not for the first time that evening she squirmed and wriggled, especially when the older pony used her hoof to help spread the lube all around her butt hole.

As Cyclone wriggled on the end of her hoof, Bluefeather loved the way the hard edge of her toe opened her hole up. She may not have been mounted before, but it was obvious, as she moved her hoof to the dildo to smear an amount of lube along its impressive length, that she had regularly had toys up there. “Ready love?”

‘As I’ll ever be…’ Cyclone thought, nodding up at her marefriend. “I-I'm ready babe…” with that, Bluefeather crawled up her body until she bumped hips and ass together.

With the bump, Cyclone bit her lip. As she shivered slightly, she tensed up. She couldn’t help it. As she glanced down to make sure she was positioned correctly, Bluefeather noticed her sphincter was clenched tight, preventing her from just easing forwards. “Relax for me please, love.”

Cyclone looked up at the mid grey mare, in position and ready, and she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding in. “I-I’m s-sorry…”

“Don't be sorry,” Bluefeather cooed gently, soothingly, the very tip of Mr. Pointy resting at the entrance to the young mare’s rectum, “just relax for me sweetheart,” she said, again in that soothingly gentle tone as she applied a teeny amount of pressure and pushed against the muscular ring. Cyclone, remembering to breathe, did do deep and evenly, relaxing her muscles. This allowed Bluefeather, with little trouble, to push the flared head of the toy inside her wanting hole. “There you go love, are you doing okay?”

“Aaahn...” Cyclone hissed with the entry, but she smiled too. “Y-Yeeeah, I'm okay,” the moment she heard that, Bluefeather thrust her hips forwards a little harder, impaling the whole length of the strap on inside her young lover’s asshole until the medial ring bumped and she nibbled playfully on her chest fur. “Aaah...oooh that feels...wow!”

Bluefeather couldn’t help but chuckle at the lack of articulation. It was understandable. She was amazing after all. “Tight, yes, you’re nice and tight, Cy!” smiling, she pulled back a bit and pushed forward to force the larger circumference of the ring inside as well, which it did with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Ohhh that felt good!”

“Ooow!” Cyclone gasped, her eyes going wide as the ring slipped inside her asshole, widening it even further, sharp pain for the briefest of moments overwhelming the pleasure. “AAAH...d-damn that's good!” she moaned, arching her back upwards slightly.

In a patented distraction method, Bluefeather nibbled her way up to Cyclone’s neck, adding licks and kisses. “Take it, take it all!”

Cyclone squirmed as her neck was bitten. “Mmmm, gi-give it to me, please!”

“Give?” Bluefeather giggled, “You're going to take it!” with that, she thrust her hips hard, pushing Mr. Pointy in all the way until her crotch hit her lover’s spread open ass. At the same time, she slid her tongue deep in Cyclone’s mouth before she pulled away. “You’ll take it both ends!”

“Hmm...MMmmMM!” Cyclone kissed back, ‘I-I'll take it!’ smirking, Bluefeather released the the kiss she had held for a few seconds, only to slide out as far as the medial ring and then ram herself back inside, licking her black nose as she did so. Pulling out again and thrusting back inside, she found her rhythm as she licked her way up the side of her jaw to her sensitive ears. “AAH sweeet Luuuna!” Cyclone screamed, bracing her hind legs against the mounting mare’s chest to push back against the deep thrusts, “Ooooooh yeeees!”

Quickly, like her good friend Tempest, Bluefeather lost herself to the rutting, nipping harder at the base of Cyclone’s left ear when she thrust forwards. “AAAaaAAH Bluuuue!” she writhed under her older lover, she herself lost in utter bliss. “Haaarder! D-Do me haaaaaaarder!”

Bluefeather didn’t really hear. The part of the toy wedged inside her was driving her crazy with lust. She began to snort as she pulled further out, all the way to the medial ring and then, over and over again, she rammed her way home. Focused on reaching her ears, she licked the edge. “OOOH...OooOOOH!”

Sensing that her young mare was nearing her climax, Bluefeather’s thrusts became shorter and faster as she now deeply tongued the inside of her ear. That was all it took. “AAaaaAAAaaaaAAH!” she screamed her loudest scream yet of the evening, arching her back as she came for the seventh time.

“EEEAAaaaARRRS! OoooOOOOOH BUUUUUUCK!” Bluefeather felt Cyclone’s body shiver underneath her and she stopped as deep in as she could manage and she made an all-out assault on her ears. “GAAaaaAAH…” Cyclone started drooling and her brain stopped working, refusing to function as she came again just from her ears being tongued.

Quietly reaching her own climax, Bluefeather relaxed on top of her shuddering marefriend, amazed at how ‘gone’ she was just from the attention to her ears. “Next time, my pretty mare, I'm going to fill your other hole.” Promise made, and still hilted inside her, she moved down to kiss her lips.

It was fifteen long minutes before Cyclone was alert enough to return the kiss. “Ro-Round th-three?” she gasped, barely able to think, let alone speak.

“Round three, but not tonight. I don't feel like moving. You comfy still?”

“Comfy.”

“So am I.” Bluefeather, still deep in her lover’s ass, wiggled as it just felt so damn good.

“MmmMM! N-Not moving!” Cyclone doubted whether or not she could move, even if she wanted to, which she didn’t.

On top of her marefriend, Bluefeather was happy to snuggle, at least until she felt her hind legs go numb. At last, she was ready to get Mr. Pointy out of herself. Slowly, she pulled out of Cyclone’s ass, drawing back until first the ring slid out and then she took her time getting the flare out. “My,” she commented, looking down at her lover’s gaping open ass, “what a messy pony!” smiling, she gave her a long, loving lick down between her legs.

“OooOOH!” Cyclone gasped, both from the licking and from the feeling of air hitting her gaping butthole. Idly, she wondered if it was like an open tunnel back there, “th-that's me...messy!”

Spinning around, so that her butt was again hanging over Cyclone’s face while all the time licking her, she said, “Unstrap me please.”

Once Mr. Pointy was out of her and she was out of the harness – this simple manoeuvre took a while, what with Cyclone’s shaking hooves – Bluefeather placed her forehooves under Cyclone’s butt cheeks, rolling her up so she could keep licking. At the same time, she lowered her breasts to the jet black mare’s mouth. “In case you're hungry.” Immediately, she began to suck on the nipple of her left breast adding a gentle massage to her flanks.

Pausing for a moment, Bluefeather admired Cyclone’s impressive ass gape. A tiny part of her felt guilty that she had done that, as it was only just starting to slowly close up, but another part of her was proud that she had done that, for the same reasons. “You're going to need a nappy after that, aren't you?”

“Um...yeah, best be safe, Blue.” Cyclone answered, pulling off the nipple long enough to reply. She knew, being incontinent, that she would need a nappy regardless of what they had just done together, but even more so now. Bluefeather simply giggled, and Cyclone went back to sucking on the nipple, one hoof resting on her cutie mark, the other under her blue tail.

“Aisle Mare is clean,” Bluefeather reported moments later, “repeat, Aisle Mare is clean!”

Cyclone chuckled, “Yes for now, but there might be a spillage later.”

“Full yet?”

“Yes love, I’m all full up.”

At long last, Bluefeather moved off of her young lover and, before such a spillage could occur, she retrieved a fresh nappy from the night stand by the bed. After applying a generous amount of talcum powder to her still open ass, she made sure the nappy was strapped tightly and snugly around her waist. “Are you sleeping with me tonight, or do you want to go back in the crib?”

“Um...” Cyclone had a sudden flash of thought, said thought regarding her mother, Monsoon, and what had happened to her. “Can I stay in the crib for tonight, Blue?”

“Of course you can, my love.” Bluefeather’s smile took on a very maternal aspect as she recognised the look of worry on her marefriend’s face. “You want a snack first or are you ready for a bedtime story?”

Cyclone let out a yawn, exhausted from all the intimate activity of the last Celestia-knew how long. “Bedtime story, please.”

“How about 'Thomas and the Naughty Diesel'?”

Cyclone smiled, once more becoming the foal she needed to be right now, just to get through the night and day. “Oooh nanna I likes that one!” Once she had been carried back to the crib, and once she was all tucked in as snug as a bug in a rug, Bluefeather took the book from the shelf.

She began to read about Diesel, who was a mean engine, but then who tried to be a good engine, but how no one believed him. Bluefeather read about how Diesel recued Thomas when the tank engine got himself stuck in the mud, and about how the others then believed that Diesel could be good.

In the crib, Cyclone yawned and rolled over to face her nanna, her blue eyes closing as sleep took her. “N-Night night, nan…na,” she murmured and, by the time Bluefeather read the last line of the story, the jet black mare was sound asleep. Smiling, the older pegasus gave her a tender, loving kiss to the forehead. Making sure the night light was on, she left the bedroom in search of a late night drink before she too went to bed.