Zakia wasn't pleased at the moment with himself, or the gathering he had to call for. He had to admit that RainBo Dash was not really in his control anymore. Though he wasn't sure if it was at this point, and she just played along for the sake of getting as much pleasure as she could out of it all; either option brought a twitch of frustration down his spine. Swallowing his pride once more as he looked at the Siri he had requested aid from. Following the lengths of the table, each one present was someone of expertise when it came to handling those that would step out of line. This ranged from sexual to the grotesque, with their varied experiences he hoped they could suggest something that might help.

“I have requested you all here because I’ve come across a problem that I do not have a solution to.” Zakia hated to admit it, because he felt a sense of failure for not properly handling this earlier. If he had, maybe the loss of such a precious resource wouldn’t have happened. “RainBo Dash, her actions have been unchecked for too long and I do not have the sway over her I thought I did.”

“What methods are within acceptable parameters?” One of the older members asked, breaking the minutes-long silence within the room. “What methods have you tried?”

“Due to her status as an Element of Harmony, we can’t risk physically damaging her to any degree unless we absolutely have to.” Zakia wasn't too pleased with himself, having to admit fault like this hurt his pride, a good bit. “Even then I am hesitant to harm her as we don’t know how the element will react when its host is in danger.” Maybe that’s why it took him so long to even act on it. His own hubris was getting in the way of acting the way he needed too. “She’s been disciplined a dozen times over, but it is being treated more like a reward.” He couldn’t help but give an irritated sigh as he slowly rubbed his temples. “Verbally, she all but scoffs at me and just does it again. Sexual, its not a punishment for her, short of torture, she gets off on being ‘dominated.’ We’ve tried to deny her pleasure and then make her earn it but this has only made her more volatile than before.” His voice sounded more and more tired as he continued on and wasn't missed by those present. “Right now, I am out of ideas on what to do with her. If it comes down to it, then containing her in a cell and keeping her in a catatonic state might be required. But that would also drain resources very quickly, because she has become rather resistant to any drugs that would slow her down.”

Looking around the room, the other zebras seemed to be in deep contemplation. Zakia wasn’t wrong in his observations. Even after Zecora’s warning to the Siri in charge of her, there had still been rumors that some Siri still considered fucking the slutty pegasus. But thankfully, the warnings remained strong enough to keep them from doing anything too stupid. Though this also made RainBo Dash more and more intolerable. Her escapades had only intensified, and it was driving Zakia into a state or near blind anger. Her behavior was not a risk to their operation, and something had to be done about it.

“Here is the dossier on her and everything we have on record of her and what's happened with her.” Zakia commented, gesturing towards Zecora, the mare now handing out the dossiers to each of those present. Some opened theirs, others did not as they seemed already deep in thought. “Several of you have already seen this but a refresher won't hurt and allow others to review the information as well.” What they could do was heavily restricted and not everyone present was experienced in more tactful punishments but regardless, they seemed to have gear working in their head as they tried to contribute to a possible solution. “So now, the floor is yours, what would you all do with the limitations of your courses actions? ”

Leaning back, Zakia slightly slumped in his chair before Zecora came up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders before a light green hue of magic formed and caressed the tightened nerves to try and bring some comfort towards the Siri leader. Zecora's actions though we're not purely supporting but the sight of Zakia’s slumping set a bad image among those present, it could be seen as weakness. Though at the same time she knew those present also had more experience with leadership roles and understood that exhaustion and how heavy it could weigh on someone. Though it also showed a more relatable side to Zakia. He had always been a leader that wasn't allowed to show weakness in his mind. He was also seen as neglecting his duty and overindulging in the joys of pleasure, so while he was unaware of it. His exhausted state had an unintended effect on those that had already established a less than great opinion on him.

“I-if I may?” One of the zebras asked, raising a hand after flipping through the dossier. “Perhaps there is a method of punishment we have not considered.”

“Explain.” Zakia replied, raising a curious eyebrow. “We have exhausted many ideas in the past already.”

“With all due respect sir.” The zebra explained, clearing his throat to be sure he chose his words carefully. “Maybe treating her as an adult has been the reason for our ability to properly discipline her?” When this was mentioned, everyone present stopped and stared at the aid to those present at the table. A shared blank and confused expression was plastered on everyone's face, Zakia was included in this. Zecora, who had remained silent the whole time, had seen what Siri meant and before any further tension could be formed in the room of the gathered Siri.

“That… might work.” Zecora said, being among the first to speak up again. “Maybe we have been looking at this the wrong way. She’s an adult…but does she act like one at all?”

Zakia's own mind had its own revelation when Zecora spoke, it made sense when he thought about it for a moment. With RainBo Dash, this solution was confusing at first due to the nature of it. But, it rapidly became more and more apparent as a plausible action to take. Before they were treating her more like an adult in terms of her mentality. But with how she was, she was more akin to a bratty filly that was never really punished and felt she was untouchable. The idea alone was interesting and at face value… a bit silly. But due to recent events, it seemed like a better and better idea as it was considered more and more.

“Following our Master’s order.” Zecora continued, keeping the attention on her as she spoke. “I investigated RainBo Dash’s mark to confirm if it had been compromised or had remained incomplete. My findings show it was strongly marked on her body.” The other zebras nodded their heads a little, listening intensely. Even Zakia was impressed with how well his lover managed to command the discussion. “But perhaps we should approach this the way a bratty filly would think.”

Pulling out a separate dossier, she showed a series of photos, all with RainBo Dash during various parts of her daily routine, many of these pictures included her wonderbolt training, as well as many in which she was engaging in seemingly secret fuck sessions, but there were a few “innocent” images of her with her family, and hanging out with her friends like she wasn’t one of Equestria’s biggest whores. Zakia couldn’t be prouder of not only Zecora’s initiative to get such information, but even the skill of his Siri to capture such images without being noticed. His eyes narrowed a little on the few images that held Princess Twilight Sparkle, but he shook any thoughts away from such matters while Zecora continued.

“As you can see, RainBo Dash only engages in such sexual trysts in areas that are away from public view, or with individuals who would rather try to hoard her erotic body for themselves.” Zecora explained, pointing out several of the photos of her fucking included mares and stallions already broken in, and some of the same stallions deemed not worth Siri attention. “As well as her sudden change in behavior when around her parents, and the close friends of hers who have not fallen under our Master’s sway, RainBo Dash holds high, if not paranoid, concerns regarding her public image. But look at her body language here.” Tapping on the photo of RainBo with her mother and father, she seemed to hold a more humbled posture. “I believe the secret in reigning in this mare’s behavior is through her family.”

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The air of Cloudsdale was bright and sweet, though not as sweet of a faint aroma coming from a certain residence. The sweet smell of honey loaf seemed to cause an already very excited Windy Whistle to let out a sweet hum. She was all but glowing with her bright smell. Why was she so excited? Well, she was graced with the chance of meeting her daughters stallionfriend. Windy wasn't surprised when RainBo told her that she kept it secret. It wasn't the first time her daughter had kept secrets from her. Like when she didn't tell them about her being a Wonderbolt.

What made her more excited, was how RainBo said they’d be coming over today, though she hadn’t had a chance to share lunch with her daughter in a while now. There were no doubts in her mind that her daughter was spending time with her new stallionfriend, but she still wanted to spend some time with her daughter. Windy’s memories of when she was Rainbow’s age made the blue mare blush a pretty shade of scarlet that complimented her orange mane. Though she couldn’t even remember his name, whatever her daughter’s new partner was. Regardless, she wanted to make the best possible impression, even going so far as to dress in a fine and relaxing one piece dress. Not her usual attire of choice, but today was special.

“Oh what was his name again?” Windy asked herself aloud, wandering about her home as she tried to recall what RainBo had said. “Zaki, Zakakia, Zikai, oh…I hope Bo remembers.”

“Remember what?” Asked the masculine voice belonging to her husband, Bo Hothoof, as he walked into the room. Though his wife wanted to dress fancy and lovely, he opted for a more casual but respectful attire. A pair of athlete shorts, and an almost skin tight muscle shirt. Windy’s eyes nearly devoured her husband whole at the look of his muscular body. “Careful pretty lady, the gun shows down there but your prince charming is up here.” Gesturing up from his abs to his face, he topped it off with a grin from a long dated gangster film.

“Quite the gunshow I must say.” Windy cooed in response to her studly stud, letting her hands gently rub up and down her husband’s midsection, up to his chest. “Twenty years later and you’re still built like the stud I met in highschool.”

“While I love the idea of you wanting to motorboat these pecs, it's not normal for you to be so deep in thought.” Bo asked, turning his head slightly with a bit of curious concern expressed. “Is everything alright hun?”

“Oh I was trying to remember the name of Dash’s stallionfriend, you know the one she said she’d bring over today.” Windy replied, though her words were quickly becoming a worried bit of rambling. “That's why I am cooking my special honey loaf. I even got out the good tea. I wonder, does he even drink tea? What if he’s more of an alcohol type? What if he doesn’t like the honey loaf? I wish Dashy had talked to me a bit more recently, maybe I could get ever.” Bo put his hand over her muzzle, taking a moment for her to register his response.

“Hun, you got yourself into a cycle again. It’s fine.” Bo said, reassuring his wife with a calming tone. “If he’s as great a guy as our number one says, then I am sure he’d be fine with either.” Still seeing the slight uncertainty on her face, he smiled some more. “But if it would make you feel better, I’ll go get some alcohol from Charlie’s and bring back one of Miss Pitter Patters cookies from the bakery. You did say that and your honey loaf would go well together with Jam cookies right?”

“Oh that's a wonderful idea.” Windy said as her flirtatious tone was like music to Bow’s ears. “I’m such a lucky mare to have a stallion with both looks and smarts!”

“Thanks, but you know I’m the lucky one to get a sexy piece of ass like you.” Bo proclaimed in a very confident tone. “You know how many stallions are jealous I have my darling wife all to myself!

“Aren’t you in a modest mood today.” Windy teased as she crooked her hip to the side with a half lidded look that screamed she knew better after years of being married to said stallion. Bo smirked back at his wife with a very surefire like expression that said more than any words he’d be able to form. “Alright you, go get the alcohol and the cookies. If you take too long, you might not get to the bakery in time. So hurry up.” She ushered him off on his errand, before he could be anymore of a cheeky colt.

“Yes ma’am!” Bo said with a mock salute before pulling her into a kiss and quickly retreating as he darted out the door. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

“Still such a ray of energy even after all these years.” Windy happily said to herself, before the distinct smell of toasted bread that was in for a bit too long wafted into her nose. “Cheese & Crackers!” She exclaimed with a voice that could be summed up as annoyance and panic, with the realization that her honey loaf was burning.

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The slight bounce in Bow’s steps revealed a bit of pep in every movement. He had a bit of an errand to do, but one of the first thoughts that crossed his mind was making a stop at Pitter Patters place for more than just cookies. He was gonna make a treat outta her and ‘cum’ back for those cookies later. Bo had a sleazy grin, as well as a blush across her face as he thought back to the last hip to hip show that was put on. It gave him goosebumps at the thought, what an amazing time it was.

‘I wonder what this guy’s like?’ Bo thought to himself, heading towards his first destination. Though he did share his wife’s enthusiasm to meet Rainbow’s new stallionfriend, a part of him did linger on a worry. ‘Will he treat her right? Is he going to take my little girl from me?’ Shaking his head for a moment, he reassured himself. ‘No, no, no! I’ll always be my little girl’s daddy, and nothing and no one will take it from me.’

Having reassured himself, Bo continued walking down the brick laid street, making sure to strut himself every few steps to show off his muscular frame. It certainly did catch some eyes, he knew he was still somewhat at his peak of physical might. Though he hadn’t needed to really compete with anyone in a couple decades, he still held together a body that made even fresh college mares soaking wet with longing. It was a curse, or so he jokingly would say to himself, though Windy would playfully roll her eyes and enjoy having such a strong husband.

“Having a moment of revelation?” Remarked a rosey like tone, it was Pitter Patter. She was a cream colored mare with a semi glossy purple mane that looked almost like a sweet jelly treat. And her attire only seemed to relect her personality, looking sweet and kind, but a subtle hint of something alluring underneath.“Or have you finally become senile in your old age?”

“Even senile, I’ll still be looking good.” Bo said, once again attempting to be as suave and flirtatious as possible, despite how outlandish of a showing it was. “Though the company of such a tasty treat like yourself, I’m sure it would invigorate any stallion.”

“That was rather creative for you Bo.” Pitter asked, as she rested her hand on her hip, questioning the jock pony as the hustle and bustle of the city street remained as active as ever. “So tell me what’s got you almost prancing like a foal with a new toy.”

“Outside of looking for you, for a tasty treat…” Bo said, his eyebrows dancing up and down mixed with the best sideways look of interest plastered his mug. “I was looking to get some of your jam cookies after some of that cookie if you know what I mean?”

“If you want that kind of treat, you better be ready to help with the aftermath.” Pitter proclaimed, a playful smirk across her face the whole time. Her tone only sounded more and more like an alluring sweetness. “I'm a very…messy baker.” But just as Bo was ready to move in for the next step in this routine, she raised a hand, pressing it gently on his chest. “But not today bigshot. As much fun as it would be to enjoy our local legend’s company.” Her face had a very knowing look, like she had experienced such an event in the past. All the while Bo graced her with a smug grin, showing no shame but instead a visage of pride. “ I’ve got a lot to do and you getting involved would cause that to get behind schedule.”

“Pity, but can I at least get the jelly cookies later?” Bo asked, still somewhat remembering his original objective. “Windy’s really wanting to make the first impression of Dash’s boyfriend a good one.”

“I was hearing the girls talk about that, thinking it was just a bunch of hearsay. To think that tomboy finally found herself a stallionfriend. Good for her.” Pitter said as she straightened herself up from her relaxed posture and said. “While I like a good chat, I have orders to do and now that I have another one to add to the pile. I can’t afford to dilly dally. So come on back in a few hours, I’ll put some fresh ones with extra attention to the side for you.

“Thanks a bunch Pitter, now before I go.” Bo said, trying to weasel a smooch outta the mare. “How about some sugar to compensate for missing on such eye candy as yourself?”

“Oh you, so insatiable.” Pitter said, rolling her eyes as she heard Bo but indulged the pony and his frat boy like antics. Pulling down on his shirt collar and a delicate hand guiding his face, she gave the mature stallion a peck on both cheeks and then the lips. “Happy now you spoiled colt?”

“I could go for seconds honestly.” Bo said, moving in close, wrapping a muscular arm around the mare’s curvaceous frame. “Can’t I have a longer taste?”

“Okay okay get going you.” Pitter said, playfully pushing Bo away. This was a routine the two have played before, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and get more than she can give him. “You're incorrigible, you know that?”

“Guilty as charged.” Bo said before finally taking the hint after getting what he wanted and heading off, leaving a bemused Pitter to watch him walk away. “Still got a nice ass though.”

“You just hurry up with your own business, you spoiled, sexy ass.” Pitter commented, though she did hold a small blush across her face as she seemed to ponder something. “Maybe, and only maybe, if I get ahead in my work, you can help me with some stubborn cookies.” Bo only smirked at the notion, continuing his errands, now with another sexy piece of ass to think about.

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Arriving in Cloudsdale, Zakia had to steady himself, the change in altitude was grossly understated in the reports he had read from agents stations there. Taking a moment to relax, he wasted no time in activating the leather cord bracelet around his wrist. It was a simple looking thing, a common accessory for those visiting the pegasi city, it allowed any nonpegasi to walk on clouds as well as the pony’s winged kind. As well as other features, such as slowing down the fall speed of anyone unfortunate enough to slip off the side of a cloud, and from what he could see, create a smaller, mobile cloud for sitting convenience. But it was the small emblem of Princess Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark on the bracelet that made Zakia smirk.

‘To think one of your own ideas will bring me close to my goals.’ Zakia thought to himself, almost monologuing within his mind. ‘Eventually, it will only add to your undoing but unfortunately I must get rid of this thing’

After roughly a minute or so of such thoughts, the zebra took a few looks around to find a place to dispose of the magical bracelet. Removing it while in Cloudsdale was considered a fineable offense and you’d need to be reissued a new one which could take time. Zakia only got his so quickly because of another that had greased the wheels for him. The amount of operatives in Cloudsdale had become very limited in the last few weeks because of Dash’s actions… another one of his failures coming to bite him in the flank.

Disappointed but not deterred, Zakia had no choice but to handle it now before things could get any worse for the Siri or himself. But now was not the time to lament the failures he had brought about. He needed to focus on finding the home of Windy Whistle, luckily he was able to reach out to a field agent that went by Bronze. A foul mouthed gryphon that was extremely good at manipulating people, which made him great for his job as a couples therapist. It was surprising how many things couples let slip when they showed even a little bit of hostility towards each other.

Though Cloudsale had only ever appeared to him in notes and reports from his agents. Though he couldn’t deny, there was a small thrill in being so high in the sky. The breeze was remarkably gentle, and the view of Equestria was stunning. For a moment or two, Zakia considered the prospect of a floating castle when this conquest was finished. Though all this brought was a small chuckle from him.

Traversing the city in the sky in hopes of finding Windy Whistle’s home, Zakia found himself wandering throughout its welcoming streets; that housed a litany of street merchants. Selling things from balloons, toys, picture frames, and little keychains with a variety of names on name. With everything being upcharge by quite a few bits, clearly preying on the curiosity and gullibility of any tourist. It reminded him of another tourist trap to the far east that his master took, a rather tantalizing land called Saddle Arabia. His mind wandered a bit as he recalled the most pleasant sights of curvaceous mares dancing in alluring manners, which made both stallions and mares alike a bit excited. Becoming lost in his own thoughts once again, he failed to realize he had made his way well past the stalls and into the very busy downtime area. The non-stop clopping of hooves on stone-like clouds, and the chatter of a few dozen ponies, nearly all of them pegasi, made for an almost hellishly noisy experience.

“How can anyone handle such noise?” Zakia said to himself, though unintentionally out loud. “It’s like a fly flew in my ear, and is bouncing around trying to escape.”

Doing his best to tolerate the noise, he still had to get rid of the bracelet he was given. He knew it had a tracking spell on it, something that was meant for finding anyone that needed rescuing a lot easier. It was truly a wondrous invention that had a great deal of value but he had to be rid of such a trinket for the time being. He had considered just destroying it or tossing it off the side but he feared that would trigger the rescue crew if a bracelet was suddenly freefalling to the earth below. Which would end with him, drawing far more attention to himself than he’d want.

Finding a mass of busy bodies going about their day in a very crowded street, he weaved his way through the crowd. Bumping elbows with more than just a few, he got about half way to drop it off in someone else's bag. Seeing a chance, he passed an orange haired mare that seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he was, though he didn't get a glimpse of her face. Though unknown Zakia, the same mare stopped after he bumped into her and seemed to have an intense gaze on him that he didn’t perceive. Escaping the tangled mass of bodies that seemed to span most of the street with its plethora of stores and street performers.

Zakia's body tensed slightly, as he felt the strong grip of someone’s hand on his shoulder. After having just got rid of the bracelet, he felt a sense of dread and embarrassment. Did he really just fuck up so soon into his solo mission? Did he get seen dropping the bracelet? No, no one should have been able to see that unless he had another feature he wasn't aware of… The singular word “Fuck” rang through the Zebra’s head. Turning to face the source of who was grabbing him he was greeted with the sight of the very person he wanted to find. Which made things a lot easier but also, a lot more concerning but for now his focus was on the mare before, Windy Whistle.

“You’ll wanna keep this on you.” The short and stacked mare said as she attempted to give him his bracelet back, Zakia unsure of how to respond till a pair of guards approached them. A sharp glare was heaved by the pair towards him, but instantly softened after seeing Windy; as well as what was in her hand. “I know the tracking magic is invasive but it also lets the guards know who doesn’t have theirs on.”

“Ah I see you were already a step ahead of us Mrs Whistle.” The stockier of the two guards said. The two nodded their heads to the mare. “Thank you, we wouldn’t want any accidents.”

“But we still have to report this.” The other guard added, agreeing with their partner. “So I hope that you’ll-”

“Can you overlook this one though?” Windy asked, with her tone taking a pleading one. Her finger placed gently on the lips of the talking guard. “Even for me?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, we have to.” The guard responded, his partner silently nodding in agreement, knowing he’d take a brunt of the fault as well if they got caught sweeping away this little mishap. “Or it will be my hide on the line.”

“Oh darn, well that just won’t do.” Windy asked once more, her voice lingering with disappointment that made the guards flinch, feeling a bit bad. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?”

“C-can I at least ask why you are going so far for him?” The guard asked as Zakia stood there, in silence as the scene before him played out. Looking worried about the whole ordeal. Clearing his throat, he tried to take control of the conversation. “We do have a duty to Cloudsdale after all. You know that.”

“He’s my little Dashie’s stallion.” Windy said, causing both guards to go a bit wide eyed. “He’s here to visit, though I thought Dashie would be here today.”

“Wait… RainBo Dash’s… stallion?” The formerly silent guard said, his stature was a bit more rotund than his partners. His face was very flustered and somewhat upset looking as he shot a crooked glance at Zakia. “I-I-I was unaware he was…I mean to say that I didn’t expect…” He cleared his throat so as to not say the wrong thing.

“Yes. She asked me to keep it a secret, she didn’t like everyone knowing she was in anything serious yet.” Windy explained, giving both guards a direct and almost stern look. “You know how she is, you went to school with her.” Before pointing to the more rotund of the two pegasus. “More so you, isn’t that right Downpour?” The heavier pegasus seemed to recoil a bit at that before getting a quick node.

“Well…ya I can believe that. Dash never liked letting herself be seen as girly, she was always just… one of the guys.” The guard called Downpour commented, nodding in agreement with Windy’s words. “But to think someone actually got interested in them enough to find a partner, figured she’d be into mares if I am honest.” Windy saw that the guards were starting to bend a bit, which was all she needed.

“Oh she is, just this stud over here caught her fancy a bit more than others.” Windy said with a bright smile. “Isn’t that right?” Zakia being put on the spot did his best to put on an act that reflected the mare’s words. He found it hard to do so at the moment as she had become a major source of issues recently.

“It is, she’s a bit of a handful but I don’t mind that. She’s a strong willed mare with a free spirit, to be a part of her life is a blessing.” Zakia said, his voice carrying a pure and passionate sense of devotion that rang loud and clear. Though his words were not for RainBo Dash, he spoke as if he was speaking about his other half… Zecora. Doing that allowed him to express the pure unfiltered sense of devotion. “I’m truly grateful to have met such a mare that makes me as happy as she does.” The pair of guards paused before looking at each other for a moment. The huskier of the two spoke up.

“You know what, I think it was just a false alarm.” Downpour said, looking over to his partner. “Don’t you think Bolt? I’d hate to make Dash sad.” Bolt raised a knowing eyebrow at his partner, he was still hooked on Dash after all these years.

“You’re right Downpour, He clearly has his bracelet. Besides I’m sure he’ll be more careful in the future. If I get my chops busted for it… I’ll take the brunt of it. I’m sure the chief will understand as well.” Bolt stated, his demeanor a bit more relaxed now. His formerly assertive attitude was replaced with a more welcoming and relaxed one. “More so if it's your future son in law Mrs Whistle.”

“Oh you two are such sweethearts…” Windy said with a wink and a smile. The two guards seemed to almost melt with her gaze on them. “Next time you two attend one of my parties, I’ll make Dahlia help you both… unwind after a hard day's work.”

“T-t-thank you ma’am!” Both guards went red in the face at her words. “Y-you’re too kind.”

“Though for you Downpour… I know someone you might like a bit more…” Windy said before approaching and having him lower his head so she could speak into his ear. “But you’ll have to get their partner's permission.”

“Are you serious?!” Downpour’s eyes went wide, darting towards Zakia and back to Windy. Saying “I won’t be you know…in the way?” Downpour said, looking like a pegasus caught in a blinding light; as his gaze darted between Windy and Zakia.

“Absolutely.” Windy said, her cherrier tone having returned as she radiated a sense of happiness around her. “Have you ever known me not to keep a promise?”

Downpour turned and gave a deep Bo to Zakia, leaving the zebra confused. Looking at Windy, she had an all too cocky grin on her face. Zakia couldn’t help but feel like a mouse caught between three cats right now. He was barely able to follow what was being talked about but it was clearly about him. He seemed to be deep in very heavy contemplation, something that the zebra found interesting. Who was this Windy Whistles to command such power, and yet come across as so sweet and caring? A motherly instinct perhaps? He would have to be extra cautious around her. Rainbow’s mother was not one to be underestimated it seemed.

“Hey Bolt, let's not keep Mrs Whistle busy.” Downpour commented, though it sounded more like an order. “We’re already behind on our rounds.” Bolt looked towards his partner as he had already taken off shortly after speaking, leaving him on his own rather abruptly. He followed suit after his partner before waving goodbye. Muttering some words that were unheard, but noticed.

“So…Mr Zakia. How about we head to my place and have a nice chat?” Windy asked, wrapping her arms around his. Zakia tensed up again for a moment, as he felt the soft embrace of the mare’s endowed chest squishing on his arm. “We have so much to talk about.”

“Um… sure, but how did you” Zakia's question was cut short much like the guards before. “I was certain that-”

“Word gets around and I am quite a lover of gossip, especially juicy ones. And Cloudsdale is a very tight community. Everypony knows everypony here.” Windy seemed to beam as she began to lead him into the direction of her house. “Also my Dashie could not stop talking about you when she came to visit.” Her words seemed to almost invade Zakia’s mind with each heavy, hot breath that kissed along his neck. “Though it seems Dashie didn’t tell you much did she?”

“No, she did not.” Zakia said, doing his best to not seem totally out of the loop of what was going on despite his brain being in an absolute panic. This was most definitely not how things were supposed to go. He had lost any control he had and seemed to be getting led along by Dash’s mother. “Well we have a lot to talk about then don’t we?”

“Oh yes we do.” Windy exclaimed, pulling slightly at Zakia’s arm to guide him back to her home. “Come on, my house isn’t far away and I wanna show you everything!”

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