Author's Notes:

This chapter features M/f sex, Male Dom, BDSM, Interspecies - Hippogriff & Pony, Oral, Vaginal, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism and lots of love and snuggles.

Finally Cloudburst gets to have some alone time - and not so alone time - with her Master, Seafoam. How will she deal with the surprise he has for her?

“Nervous?”

Stonecutter glanced to her left and saw the question in Sparkler’s beautiful green eyes as she felt the Friendship Express begin to slow down. Nervous? Nervous didn’t even come close to how she felt at that moment. “I'm about to meet your mother, why in Equestria would I be nervous?” she answered. Her tone was light, but inside she felt like she did when she had one last hammer stroke to finish one of her sculptures.

As the brightly coloured steam train slowed on its way into Ponyville, Cloudburst, who was stood on her best friend’s right, spoke up, “You want another round with the tatzlwurm?”

“Uh huh…” Stonecutter stared resolutely forwards at the closed door of the steam train, watching the landscape move past outside changing from countryside to the outlaying buildings of the small town.

“I doubt the tatzlwurm wants another round with you,” Sparkler grinned and playfully nudged her much larger marefriend in her chubby side, “She's my mom. She won’t bite. But, even if she looks sexy, please don't tell me you think she looks sexy.”

“You have my word, Mistress,” eventually, Stonecutter looked across to her best friend and for the hundredth time that day, she rolled her eyes at the pale grey pegasus, “CB, are you really gonna wear just my shirt?”

Cloudburst turned the most innocent look she could manage to her taller friend. “No,” she said with a wide smile on her face, “I have my collar and horseshoes on too!” the little pegasus – whose head just came up to Stonecutter’s shoulders – performed a twirl, which sent the long dark grey tee shirt, the logo of which stated that ‘Rocks Rock’, rising up her body.

Sparkler gave Cloudburst an appreciative glance. She had to admit that her marefriend’s tee shirt did look good on her lithe athletic body. On Stonecutter it was a standard shirt. On Cloudburst it was a baggy nightdress that came down to her knees. “That twirl she just did confirmed that that’s all she has on.”

“I swear I'm going to Tartarus…” Stonecutter shook her head and giggled as the mighty steam train came to a stop at Ponyville station two minutes early. “I feel overdressed in this dress,” she hefted her bag on her shoulder and she smoothed out the long yellow sundress of wrinkles that weren’t really there. She was grateful that her red wagon would be delivered safely to her home by the station staff, it meant she didn’t have to pull it.

“You can underdress when we get to my place…” Sparkler’s wiggling eyebrows spoke volumes.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

On the crowded Ponyville station, Corona self-consciously pulled her long black leather coat around herself, just to make sure that nopony could see what she was ‘wearing’ underneath. The tall orange unicorn turned to the rather handsome turquoise hippogriff who had been standing by her side for the past hour, “Who are you waiting for?” she asked, just to make conversation.

Seafoam, who was not a small hippogriff by any means, still had to look upwards to meet the attractive older unicorn’s eyes. Yes, he was with Cloudburst, but there was no harm in looking, and the mare was very easy on the eyes. Especially as he was imagining what was under her long coat. “I’m waiting for my - I'm happy she is still alive, pet - Cloudburst. You're Sparky’s mom, correct?”

“I am, I’m Corona,” she extended her hand to the hippogriff and smiled, for she placed a name to his face thanks to his question, “Sparkler's told me about you and Cloudburst. You must be Seafoam.” The fact that he had said ‘pet’ hadn’t bothered her in the slightest.

Seafoam, who looked smart in his black jeans and white shirt, smirked, “Stoney too, I assume?” He liked this mare. She hadn’t flinched when he had mentioned Cloudburst was his pet. That alone placed her high up in his estimations.

“Oh yes,” Corona’s smile not only remained in place, it got wider, “I'm waiting to finally meet the pony who my daughter's fallen for.”

“I think they have fallen for each other,” Seafoam observed as he saw the Friendship Express slowly steam around the corner, “Stonecutter is a good find.”

“So, I've been told. It's still my motherly duty to embarrass them both,” Corona grinned like a mischievous overgrown filly at the sight of the approaching train, “And here's my chance!”

Seafoam laughed out loud, “Ma’am, I think my pet can out embarrass you.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Corona asked curiously. Then, when the train stopped in front of them and the doors opened, she got her answer as Cloudburst, carrying her bag on her shoulder and wearing the long knee length shirt, yelled ‘Master!’ at the top of her lungs and jumped from the train carriage straight into Seafoam’s arms. “I see what you mean.”

Stepping off the train behind the enthusiastic pegasus, Sparkler was just in time to see the long shirt billow up then fall back down around her thin body as she wrapped her legs around the hippogriff’s waist. “Well,” she stage whispered, “I knew I'd see that ass again…” Louder, she greeted her mother, “Mom, you made it!” Sparkler paid no mind to her mother’s suspiciously long black coat, because she knew what was underneath it.

“Hey!” Cloudburst dropped down from Seafoam’s arms, an action that caused an updraft that again lifted up the shirt and exposed the pegasus’s body for anypony who might have been looking, and grinned, “I have an excellent ass!” After she had said that, Cloudburst busied herself with the very important business of kissing her handsome lover’s face off. So occupied was she with that task, that neither she nor Seafoam noticed when Sparkler, Stonecutter and Corona left the platform. “Hey, do you wanna fly Master?” she asked when she had to break the kiss in order to breathe, “I've been cooped up on that train for ages!”

Seafoam didn’t have the heart to deny his pet. He could read her signs, then again, with the hopping from hoof to hoof, the rustling of her wings and the hopeful little glances she kept shooting up to the sky combined with her claustrophobia, she wasn’t hard to read. That was one of the things he loved about her. She made being her dominant so easy. “Take the lead, pet.”

“Yes sir!” needing no further order or encouragement, Cloudburst spread her powerful pale grey wings and took off, leaving more than a few ponies looking upwards as she launched herself up into the air.

Seafoam was only a heartbeat behind his beloved marefriend. He had a smirk plastered all over his face as he looked up the long grey shirt she wore. Even if her flat chest might suggest otherwise, from the view he – and those on the ground - were getting, there was absolutely no doubting she was a mare. “Come along,” he said when he caught up with her, “There’s something waiting us on our bed.” He then dropped back a few feet so he could enjoy the view up the billowing shirt. He could only think on how good she would look in a few months’ time when her pregnancy began to show.

“What is it Master?” Cloudburst asked over her shoulder, “Have you got me a surprise?”

“You've been gone for a while,” Seafoam stared resolutely forwards as he flew along behind her, straight up at her bare marehood between her legs – the idea that all those they flew over were being treated to the same view aroused him no end, “So I thought a welcome home gift would be in order.”

As she flew along from the train station towards the School of Friendship, Cloudburst rolled over onto her back, an act that caused the long baggy tee shirt to hang down and give the populace a view of her toned ass. “What is it, a new crop...No wait, nipple clamps...Ooh body piercings at the spa?”

All of those sounded like excellent options, and Seafoam made a mental note of each one with a smile that grew wider and wider the more he watched Cloudburst tie herself up in knots. “Play your twenty questions, as I'm not answering.” He knew that would wind her up far more effectively than if he whipped her for half an hour.

“Fine,” Cloudburst snorted through her nose, “You don't even crack when I tickle you. So,” she decided to go on a different tack, because asking about the surprise would be pointless, “What's happened here while we've been gone?”

“I think you gave me a grey feather or two,” Seafoam answered sarcastically, “The school was weird with Starlight and Trixie running things. Also, I didn't poison myself with my own cooking.”

Cloudburst slowed down so that Seafoam was flying above her, and then she wrapped her slender arms around him in a tight hug. “Seafoam,” she said in a very serious tone as she flapped her wings in the well-practised manoeuvre, “I…I'm really sorry I worried you. I didn't realise how dangerous it would be. I mean, I'd still have gone along, but...a few times, I was really scared out there.”

Seafoam flapped his wings in sync with Cloudburst’s, making sure his wings didn't foul the complicated docking, “I know love,” he smiled down at her and affectionately he nibbled at her neck with his beak. It was hard to be angry with her, particularly when she was speaking honestly like she was then, “And your two friends didn't tattle on you. You were good enough to do that to yourself.”

“It's thanks to them I'm still here…”

Kissing Cloudburst’s lips, Seafoam knew it to be true. He separated from the hug because he saw the school not that far away, “I'll have to thank them later.” He said, rubbing their foreheads together.

“I thought it'd be a laugh, y'know?” Cloudburst rolled back over onto her front and she held her Master’s hand in hers, giving it a squeeze like she didn’t want him to fly away from her, “I didn't think there'd be diamond dog bandits out there,” she shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, only too aware that she had been seconds away from being a diamond dog’s personal slave.

Flapping his wings, Seafoam surged ahead into the lead, flicking the pegasus’s nose with his tail when he passed her, “Let's get you someplace safe so I can wrap you up in a hug.”

“Hey!” Cloudburst, caught napping by the unexpected move, flapped her wings harder and in a few seconds, she caught up with a grin on her face, she did so like a good chase and, as much affection as she had for Sparkler and Stonecutter, they couldn’t hope to give her a chase. “So...what do you think about Sea Poppy for a name?”

“I like it.” Seafoam only mulled it over for a few moments before he made up his mind on the subject, “I was going to wait, but that sounds like a great name.”

Cloudburst blushed, because she hadn’t expected it to go that quickly. “I had a dream about us and her in the back of Stonecutter's wagon. It was her first day of school on Mount Aris. You were snoring like a demented chainsaw.”

Seafoam rolled his eyes rather noisily at his marefriend, “And?”

“And...” when he made a gesture for her to carry on, Cloudburst continued, “It was cute. I never thought I'd be into all that family stuff, y’know, given my parents, but...it was nice, just holding her hand and taking her to school. And I was pregnant again, with a colt I think. You worked in Novo's guard, and I was a weather pony.”

“Hold onto that dream, because I want to live it with you,” Seafoam reached over and, laughing, he squeezed her hand in his. It was a rare thing for Cloudburst to lower her defences and talk like this, even to him, and they’d been together now for a few years, so he wanted to make the most of it. “Did you tell your friends about our dress code?”

“I did. Even Sparky's up for it,” Cloudburst kissed her Master’s hand and she started her descent towards the large school building just up ahead of them. “We are moving soon, right?” she hoped they were, because she couldn’t wait to be on Mount Aris, to not have to worry about silly things like wearing clothes, and to live among a community of like-minded creatures.

“When do you graduate?”

“Um...” Cloudburst thought on that as she landed on her hooves in the forecourt of the School of Friendship with the borrowed long shirt billowing up. As it settled back down around her thighs, she bowed to the generous applause given to her from the few students that were milling around in the school grounds. She lifted her shirt and did a little dance for them, and they generously applauded a little louder. She was proud of her body – mostly – and she liked showing it off, “I think it’s like, five or six months. Something like that.”

“Then our foal will be born at Mount Aris,” Seafoam licked his beak in anticipation of that, because it meant for the later stages of her pregnancy, she would be sans clothing among the hippogriffs, “As I plan on moving the day after you graduate.”

“Awesome!” Cloudburst cried in sheer glee as she skipped her way up to the school's large front doors amid the smattering of applause that was slowly petering out. Walking with her, Seafoam stayed by her side as Cloudburst waved and said hello to the students they passed in the corridors on the way until they get to their dorm room. He wanted her to enter first and see the ‘surprise’ he had planned for her. “At least it'll be clean, because I haven't been in it for five days!”

“You go first in case there’s a dangerous dust bunny lurking under the bed,” Seafoam gave her a little shove in the back with his clawed hand. Another reason he wanted her to go first was if she was in front of him, she couldn’t zap him with a lightning bolt, something he didn’t trust her not to do, not when she saw who was inside.

Cloudburst rolled her eyes and bowed, “Yes,” she opened the door, “Mast...” the moment she entered the dorm room though, her voice died on her lips and her eyes went wide as saucers as she saw the two pegasi sat waiting for them on the couch by their bed, “M-Mom…D-Dad…Wh-What...”

Seafoam winked to Misty Fly and Wave Chill, then he whispered in Cloudburst's ear, “Surprise!”

“No way...” Cloudburst was rooted to the spot as effectively as if a cockatrice had petrified her.

“Cloudburst!” Misty Fly sprang to her hooves and the pale-yellow mare hugged her daughter as tightly as she could, though Cloudburst remained perfectly still, even when the Wonderbolt peppered her with motherly kisses, “My brave filly!”

Cloudburst remained unmoved and, when Misty Fly eventually took a step backwards, she finally spoke, addressing her mother in front of her and her father sat on her couch, “I get it. Very funny, funny joke. Arista, Delilah, you can change back now.”

Seeing the older ponies’ confused looks, Seafoam came to their rescue with an explanation, “Our changeling classmates.”

“Guys...” Cloudburst couldn’t – wouldn’t – accept what her eyes were telling her. “This isn't bucking funny!” tears began to leak from her eyes as she stamped her hooves into the carpeted floor, “Change back, right now!”

“Honey, we aren't...” Wave Chill finally spoke up from the couch, but the sky-blue stallion was interrupted before he could say another word.

“Nononono,” Cloudburst shook her head in an effort to get the visions out of her head, “Don't you dare, don't you be you!”

If Misty Fly was taken aback by her daughter’s reaction to their obviously unexpected presence, she gave no sign of it. “Cloudy, sweetie, I get that you're upset,” she said in that motherly tone that all mothers use, the one they use on petulant foals, no matter how old those foals happen to be, “We came when Seafoam called.”

From behind, Seafoam hugged his understandably angry marefriend tightly around her waist, “It's real love, and I made sure that they know everything.”

Cloudburst forced herself to breathe through her nose, temporarily calming herself, though her wings bristled angrily, “You came when Seafoam called?”

“Of course, we did,” Wave Chill stood up from the couch and walked over, “We were overjoyed when he told us your splendid news!”

“So...my Master calls once, and here you are,” Cloudburst felt her anger rising again with every word she spoke, so much so that her wings flared and broke Seafoam’s hug. A nimbus of crackling electrical energy shimmered into existence around each of her clenched fists. “I call hundreds of times and I get buck all!?”

Misty Fly, who had never seen her daughter in such an angry state, stepped backwards, “Cloudburst, sweetie, I know we have no excuse...”

Seeing that things were quickly going south, Seafoam decided it was time that his marefriend’s Master take charge. The last thing he wanted, as he tellingly squeezed Cloudburst’s arm, was for her parents to not come for another three years. He would deal with the fallout later after they had gone. “Now is not the time to argue, my pet, but to rejoice in the life you carry. For me.”

That did it. When Seafoam spoke in his ‘Master’ voice, Cloudburst was compelled to obey the one she was utterly devoted to. She scrunched up her eyes and counted to ten, three times. “You're right, Master,” she said evenly and at last she hugged her mother tight, until Misty Fly was in danger of choking from lack of air, “I've missed you!”

The conversation that followed was far freer flowing and civilised than it had been. Seafoam was supportive of Cloudburst, but he refused to allow her to fall into incrimination of her parents who, to their credit, did not object to him ordering their daughter to kneel on her cushion by the armchair he sat on. The more they talked, the more it became a love in of hugs, support, promises to be more involved, financial help to move to Mount Aris and to help with the wedding.

Before they knew it, two and a half hours had passed in what felt like thirty minutes and it was time for Misty Fly and Wave Chill to return to the Wonderbolts Academy to prepare for the upcoming show they had. As soon as they stood up, Seafoam was quick to get in his hugs with his lover’s parents. “Thank you for stopping in, and I will expect to see you again before we move.”

Wave Chill shook the dominant hippogriff’s hand and was pleased to feel his grip was as steely as the glint in his eyes, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Seafoam.”

“You picked a good one there, Cloudy,” Misty Fly beamed once Seafoam had released his hug, “A very good one.”

“He’s the best, mom!” Cloudburst squealed as she hugged both of her parents as hard as she could, like she was scared she’d never see them again, in spite of the things they had said during their conversation.

After they had left, Seafoam pulled his marefriend up from her cushion so she sat by his side squeezed into his armchair, “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes.” Cloudburst answered simply and she even treated him to her most devastating – albeit playful – pout. “No...” she admitted, “I’m not really mad, least of all at you, it was just a shock, seeing them both sat there, that's all.”

“That’s why I didn't tell you,” Seafoam explained as he stroked up and down her back with his left hand, from between her wings to the base of her spine while his other hand caressed her flat belly, “I didn't want you to be the one to back out. Now,” he kissed her softly and smiled, “You need to get out of Stoney's shirt. I don't want it stained.”

“Yes Master,” Cloudburst sighed contentedly as she pulled off the large dark grey "Rocks Rock" shirt and tossed it into a pile on their bed. After so many countless times she had said those words, they still made her marehood tingle in that way only he could make it, “It was a very cool thing you did. Thank you.”

“Because I'm cool!” he hovered over their bed and swooped into a hug, pressing himself into her naked body, “You know, I think you'd look cool in your superhero outfit. No panties.”

When Cloudburst kissed all the way up Seafoam's shoulder and neck, she happened to glance over his back to the bed, where she saw two costumes already laid out ready. “You mean the Zap one you bought me last year?” It wasn’t Captain Celaeno, but it would suffice.

“That's the one. Oh,” he demonstrated an incredible lack of acting skill when he turned and pointed to the other costume, a dark red pants and top combination with a large V on the front, “Look, my costume is here too!”

Cloudburst suddenly realised why her coltfriend had bought the Vulture costume a month ago now. She giggled, for she had totally bought the story about suddenly being into the Power Ponies and their lesser known villain. “I do love that one on you, Master. It makes your arms look all sexy and muscly.” She started to dress herself in the tight black outfit, loving the fact that it had a miniskirt with lightning bolts on it instead of the more traditional black leggings. “Master?”

Seafoam paused in dressing himself and glanced over at her wearing just the top of her Zap outfit and he silently thanked Queen Novo that he had a semblance of control over his stallionhood or he’d be making a tent in the spandex by now, “Yes, love?”

Pulling up the miniskirt, Cloudburst loved the way the lightning bolts on the front and back pointed to her ass and pussy, things that the skimpy garment only barely covered, “I know you said for Sparks to watch out for us out there, but um...well...after the past few days, I think I'd like to just do something fun with you in the school, if you don't mind.”

The smile on Seafoam’s face grew wider and wider, “How are your studies doing?” he asked with a most salacious wink.

“Just fine, Master,” Cloudburst answered automatically, “You know I passed Professor Dash's last loyalty exam...” then, it hit her what her Master had meant and finally she caught on, “Ooh, aah, I think I could to with some more study time. I only just passed.”

Seafoam’s smile widened to the point his face was almost split in half, “Never change, my love. Never, ever change. To our secret superhero lair, the library!”

“To the den of the nerds!” Cloudburst declared as she struck a very heroic pose that the Power Ponies themselves would have been proud of. If they wore scandalously short outfits, no underwear and were XXX rated.

“Do put a bit more hip sway in that pose, pet,” Seafoam snickered, “Your skirt barely bared you.”

“Yes Master,” obediently and without question, Cloudburst cocked a hip hard, flicking up the skirt until she felt the hem of it lift up past her ass. When the leering hippogriff nodded approvingly, she then skipped over to the door, letting the momentum carry it up her ass on the way.

“Don't let anycreature ever tell you that skinny isn't sexy,” Seafoam said as he followed Cloudburst out of their room and into the hallway, playfully slapping her ass to get her moving in the right direction.

Cloudburst giggled at the little love tap that had landed on her butt as she bounced on her hooves to get more lift from the skirt, “I won't be skinny for very much longer, you know that, right?”

Seafoam did know that. He couldn’t wait for her belly to start swelling with his foal. “That’ll just more of you to love, then, my love.”

After a few steps, Cloudburst suddenly stopped and lifted up the top of her Zap costume. Once she had them exposed, the pale grey pegasus groped her own flat chest, not caring in the slightest when two students, a yak and a griffon, in their costumes, passed them and got a good long look at her. “I bet these won't grow though…”

Seafoam snickered and shared a finger gun showdown with the students who were openly appreciating his pet’s body. He loved other creatures looking, because he was the only one who got to touch what they were ogling. “You're not hatching an egg, so they will fill out a bit, and that is more than enough for me.”

“If I get any kind of curve, I'll be happy,” Cloudburst skipped all the way through the school to the library – she would have willingly crawled there naked on her hands and knees if her Master had so ordered her to do so - where there were a few of the more studious students studying rather than partying in the big dance hall. Cloudburst didn’t pay them any mind. Who in their right mind would be in there studying when they could attend one of Blackbeak’s parties in the hall?

Following closely behind his marefriend, Seafoam immediately started looking for a semi-secluded spot that they could play in, and he was prepared to steer her that way, but Cloudburst had played this game a few times, and she knew where to go. She could have made her way to their spot behind a few bookcases with her eyes closed.

Seafoam walked up to their spot behind the bookcases and underneath the mezzanine floor above and he saw there was an earth pony stallion in who looked to be in an alcoholic coma and he gave him a little shake. “Hey, Star Chaser, are you okay?”

The tan stallion slowly opened his groggy bloodshot eyes, “Uuuugh...I had Blackbeak's punch in the dance hall...” he slurred, unable to focus on much beyond a few feet in front of him, “Where am I? This isn't my dorm...”

“I was worried about you, Star,” Seafoam felt a great degree of sympathy for the poor earth pony, even though he should have known better than to drink anything that Blackbeak gave him, “Nocreature sleeps in the library, so I was afraid you were ill.”

“Well...he is, kinda, if he's drank griffon ale,” Cloudburst offered in her not very helpful way, then her eyes lit up, “Wait...he’s smuggled in griffon ale? How many did you have?”

Star Chaser tried to think, but that just made his brain hurt as it tried to work through the haze of griffon ale he had consumed, “Um...three glasses I think…Uuuugh, I'm gonna go sleepy now...”

“In your room,” Seafoam tried to lift up the semi-comatose stallion.

“Y-Yeah... I'm my room...thanks Foam…” he staggered on his hooves and wobbled into the hippogriffs’s arms, “I love yooooooou!”

Cloudburst couldn't help but burst out into a fit of giggles while Seafoam did the responsible thing and searched the library for one of Star Chaser's dorm mates. As Cloudburst was clutching her sides laughing on the floor, Seafoam found his target, a stallion stood over by some books trying without success to find the adult stuff. “Make sure Star doesn't pass out,” he walked over to Compass Point and he pulled the 'Live Model' art book off the shelf, “Your dorm mate needs some help to his room, Compass. Griffon ale emergency.”

Compass Point followed where Seafoam was pointing and he saw his sweetheart all but unconscious in the chair, “Oh, my poor love,” he giggled, “I told him not to drink so much of Blackbeak's stash. Don't worry, Foam, I'll get him home.”

“Try to not fall asleep reading the book,” Seafoam passed his friend the book he had taken down, “I've only read the articles.”

“Will do,” Compass Point snickered and he helped Star Chaser stagger out of the library like he was manoeuvring an unresponsive sack of potatoes alongside him, “Come on babe, let's get you to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning. Or, at least, alive. Ish.”

Cloudburst, who had finally stopped laughing, stood and waved the couple out of the library as Seafoam immediately took up residence in the vacated armchair. Now he was ready to have some fun. “You should get a book and read to me.”

It wasn’t a request.

“Yes Master!” Cloudburst flapped her wings and she flew over to the history section to find what had quickly become her favourite book – that wasn’t a Power Ponies comic, at any rate. Thankfully, nopony else had rented it out. “Aha!” she snatched up ‘Hippogriffs, A History’, and flew back to her dominant lover over the heads of the few ponies who were actually studying.

“Your favourite light reading, I see. I approve.” Seafoam smirked and patted his lap. “Face me.”

“Yes sir,” Cloudburst fluttered her wings and, hovering over her coltfriend, she landed herself on his lap right where he had indicated, sitting with her legs spread and her hooves hanging off the arms of the chair.

With his pet in position, Seafoam undid the front of his pants and allowed his semi hard cock to slip out. Not that he was bothered, he knew her short skirt would hide most things they were about to do from casual observation. “Read. I want you to start with the period just before the Storm King.”

“Yes Master,” without having to look at the page numbers, Cloudburst opened up the book right at the third chapter and she started to read in her ‘I’ve been called on by the teacher to read in class’ voice. “The Hippogriffs enjoyed their biggest period of peace and expansion fifty years ago, trading with the Abyssinians...”

Seafoam made his pet pause in her reading when he placed his clawed hands on her ass and in one movement, he placed over his stallionhood and slowly moved her back and forth as he slowly hardened underneath her. “You have a very beautiful reading voice,” he grinned, because he knew she could feel his stiffening member. He looked past her to see if anycreature was focused on them, and none were paying them the slightest attention, yet. “Continue.”

“Thank you, Master,” Cloudburst moaned softly as she felt him get hard between her dripping wet legs. “Unfortunately, this Hmmmm...” she tried her best to concentrate on the history book, but it was hard – just like Seafoam’s dick – to focus on words when she could feel that under her, “Th-this trading bought the hippogriffs to the attention of less savoury forces, notably the storm King and his army, lead by the formidable Tempest Shadow.”

Once Seafoam was hard and ready, he lifted Cloudburst slightly which did expose her bare ass to the room and, with the tip of his cock in position at the entrance to his mare’s sopping wet tunnel, he slid her down onto the full length of his shaft. “Let me help you focus, pet.”

As Seafoam’s not inconsiderable length slipped inside her, Cloudburst had to bite the edge of the book to keep from moaning out too loudly as he hilted inside her in one movement that stretched her marehood around his girth. At a nearby desk, a nerdy violet unicorn mare wearing exceptionally thick glasses looked up at that moment of entry. Though she saw everything, she said nothing but she was content to watch. “Hmhmmmm b-by Novo...”

Seafoam caught the voyeur out of the corner of his eye. Knowing they were being watched just made him harder and, as he lifted Cloudburst up just far enough to let the watching pony glimpse what was happening, his rod throbbed with arousal. He didn't repeat that, he was curious to see what both his pet and the voyeur would do.

The watching violet mare blushed and she sneaked a hand into her skirt and then into her panties. Cloudburst was so focused on the book and her Master’s cock that she didn’t pay the watching mare any heed, she just used her toned thighs to rise up to the same height as before and enthusiastically she rode her lover, lifting her tail for good measure.

Seafoam was happy to allow Cloudburst to fuck him as long as she kept reading, but for the unicorn’s benefit, he did lift up her skirt a lot to show her off. “Aah…” she moaned, “Wh-when the storm King invaded, Th-The AAaaaaah-attack was swift and brutal, but...but...” she stopped reading and she started to pant in utter pleasure, not even trying to keep her voice down, not that the watching mare biting her lip and fingering herself with three fingers was about to object.

Hearing his pet stop reading, Seafoam gripped her ass in his talons and held her still so she couldn't bounce on him any longer. “One must study to learn. Read and I'll let you move.”

Cloudburst pouted adorably, then after a whimper when she realised, he was deadly serious, she started to read, “But the hippogriffs rallied just as swiftly, with General Swift Wing leading the counterattack that gave Queen Novo the opportunity to retreat her people to safety underwater.”

True to his word, Seafoam released Cloudburst's ass, though he did slid a taloned finger around so he could play with her tail hole. “GaaaAAH buuuuck...” the pegasus quickly read from the book while the watching mare openly groped at a breast and rubbed herself. “F-For the first time in her reign...Hmmmm! Qu-queen Novo used the Pearl of Transformation and she evacuated her people to the safety of Seaquestria.”

Again, Seafoam scanned their section of the library to see who else might be looking at them. He saw a male changeling that he didn’t know that well over by a bookcase watching them, he was alternating watching them and watching the mare who was masturbating at the desk. He was trying to not be obvious but he was obvious. Smirking, Seafoam helped Cloudburst on the up stroke to give their audience a good show. She was unaware they were being watched; she was trying to concentrate on reading as she leaked her juices all over Seafoam's crotch. “Un-Unfortunately while the populace escaped, General Swift Wing and his troops did not make it.”

Sensing Cloudburst’s body start to tense up under the force of her mounting orgasm, Seafoam slowed down a little, because he wanted the unicorn who was doing herself to cum first. “You do have such a beautiful voice, pet…” he said with a grin. After several more moments, the unicorn arched her back in her seat and a large wet patch appeared on the front of her skirt and she slumped in her seat, her eyes crossed from her orgasm.

Seafoam was most impressed with the mare’s silence. He then picked up the speed of their fucking as it was now time to get Cloudburst off. She had been such a good pet and she deserved her reward. “Hhhhnnngg!” Cloudburst whimpered and groaned into Seafoam's ear, “M-Master...c-can I cum, please?”

The hippogriff knew that at the speed they were rutting on the chair, she would orgasm in a few seconds whether he allowed it or not, so he whispered in her war, “You may, but one did before you and you cannot be noisier that she was…” he then lifted her miniskirt all the way, fully exposed Cloudburst’s backside and himself to the two that were watching and slid a finger into her asshole.

“Oh shit...” Cloudburst moaned quietly as she bounced up and down on her Master’s cock with his finger thrusting in and out of her back door, she had to thrust a hand in her mouth as she came and squirted all over his crotch with a muffled, “Aaaaaaah!”

Allowing the skirt to drop over her ass, Seafoam withdrew his finger from her puckered hole and he rested his claws on Cloudburst's ass. He was content to let nature take its course for his withdrawal from her marehood that he had just filled with his hot fertile seed. “Please skip ahead to the Queen’s return.”

“Wh-What...Ooh...re-reading...” Cloudburst found it incredibly hard to focus on the words, seeing as how she was riding the high of her very intense climax. Still, she did as she was ordered, lest she incur a punishment for disobedience. “Um...following the intervention of Princess Twilight Sparkle and the others, Queen Novo decided it was time to leave the isolation of the depths and return the hippogriffs to the surface once more.”

Listening intently, Seafoam looked around the library. Both the unicorn and the changeling politely clapped, both having appreciated the show they had been treated to and then both of them decided to go to their dorms so they could properly appreciate what they had seen. As soon as they had gone, Seafoam pulled Cloudburst forward so he could kiss her. “I think that is more than enough study for one night. How about we go for some ice cream?”

“Uh huh...ice cream sounds awesome!” Cloudburst giggled into Seafoam's ear, “I thought you said on the station I was getting punished, this was amazing!”

“The ones watching us thought you were amazing too,” Seafoam replied with a proud smile, because he was proud of his mare, “Not all punishments have to hurt, and you do have a soothing voice.” He then slid her back just a little so he could do up the pants of his Vulture costume. “I bet Sugarcube Corner is open.”

Cloudburst gave her coltfriend a deadpan look, “It's Nightmare Night. I bet Mrs. Cake will be open all night long, Master,” she planted kisses all over his beak, “That was the best punishment ever,” she kissed him again, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Seafoam stood up and cast a proud look at the armchair and the stain they had both left, “Before we go, get a towel and clean this seat.”

~ ~ ~

Cloudburst’s prediction had turned out to be entirely correct. Sugarcube Corner was not only open at nine o’clock in the evening, it was packed out by colts and fillies of all species wearing all manner of costumes celebrating Nightmare Night under the care of their respective parents. It was a noisy, chaotic place – not that it wasn’t usually noisy or chaotic, given that Pinkie Pie worked there – even more so than usual.

Seafoam usually avoided such a crowded and raucous environment like the plague. Tonight though, as he tried to concentrate on eating his ice cream, he was glad to have the distractions of twenty or thirty screaming children. It meant that virtually nopony was looking at him or the booth he was sat in. Nor were they taking notice of the fact that Cloudburst was strangely absent.

Seafoam was also glad that the table had a very long, very thick, floor length tablecloth.

Underneath said tablecloth, hidden from the partying colts and fillies, Cloudburst shifted around on her knees as she deftly unfastened her Master’s pants and coaxed his stallionhood from its spandex prison. She giggled softly to herself and took a few moments to admire Seafoam’s rod, taking it in from several angles. It was a truly impressive tool, and it got more and more impressive when it hardened in her hand.

After the pale grey pegasus had given it a few glancing passes, she leaned in and inhaled. Her warm breath made the turquoise hippogriff visibly shiver and in return she took in his masculine musk. It was delicious, smelling faintly of his sweat and his aftershave, not to mention their combined juices from the scene in the library.

Cloudburst was even more satisfied to think that all the time she was appreciating her Master’s rock-hard cock under the table, on the other side, he had to just sit there and eat the ice cream he had ordered for them both. It both amused her and aroused her as she gave him a long playful lick, dragging her hot wet tongue all the way from his flare to the base of his erection. She imagined he was doing the same to the spoon in his beak.

This had two purposes. First, it allowed Cloudburst to sample Seafoam’s taste, which she adored, which was absolutely amazing, being a nice mixture of his body wash and their combined essences. Second, and more impishly, she knew it was sheer torture for him. And, it made the hippogriff’s erection throb and it made him let out a choked moan of arousal that she was able to hear even over the rampaging youngsters just a few feet away.

Cloudburst loved that.

She loved the idea that she had been the cause of that low pleasured moan.

Determined to drag more of those moans from her coltfriend, Cloudburst followed up the first lick she had delivered by a second, and then a third, each time she dragged her tongue along the hippogriff’s cock, she purposefully explored a different angle of his erection, feeling every bump and vein while at the same time she drew a line of slick salvia along it.

By the end of the third lick, she was ready to begin.

By the end of the third lick, Seafoam was more than ready for her to begin. It was only by an act of sheer willpower that, when he felt her return her attention to his tip, taking it between her lips and suckling tenderly upon the highly sensitive flesh, that he didn’t drop the spoonful of ice cream all over the table. The turquoise hippogriff gasped and bucked his hips forwards under the table.

“You sure do like that ice cream, don’t you, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked in passing when she heard the lewd, guttural moan come from Seafoam.

“Y-Ye-Yes ma’aaaaam…” he barely managed to answer her and to not choke on the ice cream he had just swallowed. This was because at that moment, Cloudburst had begun to bob her head along his shaft, gliding along the first few inches of his not inconsiderable cock in smooth little motions. As she started to suck him off, her talented tongue rolled around his flare, intent on exploring every little nook and detail of his proud erection.

Under the table, Cloudburst was in her element. Ever the exhibitionist, the thought of getting caught fellating her Master in public like that was enough to get her dripping her own arousal onto the floor of the café as she breathed in and smelled him for a second time. By now, the whole space under the table stank of Seafoam’s musk. It was a good thing the thick tablecloth didn’t allow the scents to travel or they’d be caught in a heartbeat.

Once she had her Master’s tip well-lubricated with her saliva, Cloudburst began to press a little deeper, allowing the hippogriff’s flare to press against her palate and go deeper into her mouth. As he moved further within her, she continued to slather her tongue eagerly all around him as she suckled away.

Above her, Seafoam was certainly enjoying himself once he had gotten over the initial, ‘you are really doing this here’ moment he had gone through when she had disappeared under the table with a wink. As he felt her lips encompass his shaft, he did his best to control his breathing that came out upon hurried and frantic breaths. It was the knowledge that she controlled this that aroused him all the more, added to the fact that both of them just knew he would be punishing her for this later, just made the experience all the more delectable.

Cloudburst slurped lewdly, enjoying the combined flavour of her saliva and her Master’s pre that leaked from his tip. The sexy cocktail was very much an acquired taste but one which the pale grey mare savoured whenever she had the chance. She didn’t always get the chance to indulge in oral, because more often than not Seafoam’s cock was buried in one of her other holes.

Overall, not a bad thing to be upset about. After all, nopony got to heaven saying “Jeez, I wish I hadn’t fucked so much”.

As she heard the cheering of the party starting to wind down in the café – odd because her world was entirely the space under the tablecloth – Cloudburst’s bobbing grew further emboldened and she soon pressed forcefully forward, allowing her Master to enter into her throat. It was time to finish what she had started. Fortunately, she was well trained in pleasing her Master, and she had defeated her gag reflex a few months after being Seafoam’s pet.

Once her lips touched the base of the hippogriff’s cock, she at last used her skilled hands to massage and knead his balls. She was amazed to feel how heavy and full they were, given how much semen he had dumped in her back in the school library. When she felt her jaw begin to ache, she drew back just a little. As she withdrew, her hands were there to pick up the slack and ensure his pleasure.

Letting out an extremely lewd moan that was thankfully eclipsed by a loud party popper going off, Seafoam didn’t know whether to reward or punish his pet. She had certainly earned both in equal measure. As he tried to keep up the appearance that he was enjoying his ice cream, he felt his cock leave Cloudburst’s warm wet throat and he made a very undignified whimper that he was sure she heard.

Cloudburst’s flat chest rose once, then twice, sucking in the much-needed oxygen before she dove back in. The impatient thrusts of her Master’s hips against empty air told her that she needed to get back to her work. Her hot lips hugged him tightly, sucking as hard as she could in a determined effort to milk him of every last drop. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he had to fly back to the school.

Above her, Seafoam moaned so gutturally, muttering a cascade of muffled expletives that were fortunately muffled by the background noise of the foals. As her bobbing grew more and more vigorous, her lips and mouth gilding along a generous portion of his erection in rapid succession, Cloudburst fantasised she was in a cheap pornographic movie and this was a gloryhole and she was chained to it, forced to pleasure and endless stream of cocks.

It would never happen, though, not in real life. Even if they could get into Trixie’s Place, there was no way under Celestia’s sun or Luna’s moon that her Master would allow her to work a stall. She belonged to him. She was his, and he did not share.

Still, it was a nice fantasy.

She was enjoying herself so much that her tongue never waned and it only grew more emboldened, rolling around frantically with a certain zealous energy. Cloudburst’s worship of her Master’s cock did not go unappreciated and, with his free hand, he reached under the table and lovingly caressed her right ear. Along with his moans and grunts, the submissive mare was having the time of her life. Stepping it up a notch, Cloudburst at last started to deep throat her lover like the proper little cock sucker she was. She went all the way up until he was practically out of her and then she went all the way down. She knew she was doing it right because he squeezed her ear, pulling her down harder and faster with each repetition.

A masculine growl rumbled from Seafoam, he was unable to prevent it and as he was treated to one of the best blowjobs he had ever had, he slammed his right fist onto the table. Mrs. Cake looked over and shrugged her shoulders, just assuming it was a bad case of brain freeze. He had after all ate a whole ice cream for two by himself. At the booth, Seafoam was past caring a flying feather who saw what his marefriend was doing to him as he felt his pet’s well-trained throat coax another dollop of pre from him.

Still, despite her enthusiasm, Cloudburst was eventually forced to draw back and give her throat a break. At which point, the pale grey pegasus’s pace not only resumed, but it quickened further, her muzzle moving at such intensity that her head was practically a blur. She travelled the hefty dark green length every couple of seconds, allowing her tight lips to embrace and cradle every inch of his flesh.

Cloudburst had thoroughly enjoyed her sample, but she wanted everything he had. She wanted him to paint her mouth with his seed, to fill her gullet with his batter. All she could hear above her was her Master’s laboured breathing, interrupted only every so often by him swearing and groaning under his breath.

Cloudburst then drove all the way forward again, not slowing until the hippogriff was pressed against the back of her throat. Yet, she continued forward, allowing him to return to where he belonged, nestled snugly in her vitally important airway. Once more, Seafoam found himself buried deep into his pet’s throat.

The pegasus’s throat flexed around her lover’s cock and a series of pathetic little gags erupted from her. Spit and drool leaked from her mouth and pooled on the floor, mixing with her own arousal that had dripped from her marehood. Seafoam’s hips drew back and for a split second, she was worried he’d put himself away and end the scene but, instead, he afforded himself a few inches to thrust back in, directly into her maw, placing his cock where it belonged.

Cloudburst’s sharp ears caught just how far along her Master really was. If his haggard breathing was to be believed, it wouldn’t be too much longer before she had her prize. As such, the pegasus thrust forwards and sucked hard upon his dick, determined to milk him like a champ. Seafoam’s hips continued their thrusting, by some miracle he managed to not pull the tablecloth clean off the table. Her tongue was eager, circling around the shaft of the cock swiftly and surely. His breathing did not abate and, for the slightest moment, she was concerned that it would not be enough.

However, in short order, the turquoise hippogriff eventually let out a final breath of contentment and his cock gave a tell-tale throb. Catching the warning sign, Cloudburst pulled off and she opened her mouth wide, readying herself for her reward. The first rope of her Master’s cum shot forth and, expertly, she caught it in her ready mouth.

The second shot of semen was nowhere near as potent. She had to adjust herself to catch that in her mouth, though a fair amount did land on her pale grey muzzle. She didn’t mind that so much, though she wasn’t thinking ahead to them having to leave Sugarcube Corner with her face painted. Seafoam continued to ejaculate, a good load of his seed hitting her tongue and filling her mouth.

When he was finished and he felt himself be tucked back into the spandex pants of his Nightmare Night costume, Seafoam at last, cautiously, lifted up the tablecloth to see Cloudburst grinning at him with her open mouth full of his cum. “Swallow,” he ordered, and obediently she did, in one loud gulp.

Nopony noticed when Cloudburst re-emerged from under the table and she sat in the seat across from her lover. Seafoam held her in a steely eyed gaze. “While I appreciate your oral skills,” he said as he slid over what was left of the ice cream to her, “Don’t think you aren’t going to get punished, pet.” Smirking, he reached over and smeared one of the lines of his cum into her fur before making her lick his finger clean, “You’re wearing your new make up all the way home, and once we get out of here, you will remove that nice little outfit.”

“Yes Master,” Cloudburst had no problem with that whatsoever. In fact, as she scooped up the remnants of their ice cream, she resolved to be even naughtier in the future, if that was the ‘punishment’ she would receive. She grinned and gave him a wink. Life was good, and so was she.

Sometimes.