"So first thing, we go to Sugarcube Corner and get something good for breakfast." Rainbow Dash was flying along near the ground, Cuddles flapping her own pegasi wings beside her. Dash suddenly felt the odd sensation of danger and panic. Nerves lighting up, she scanned around as she stepped in front of Cuddles, forcing the filly to land as she braced herself over her, wings spread.

"What's wrong?" Cuddles hadn't had the most conventional of foalhoods, so she could tell when somepony's hackles were up. When the impact hit, moments later, neither were truly ready for the force smashing into the ground.

"To think, the mare that trained me isn't watching the skies." Ember, Dragon Lord, rose up from the crater she had made. "Rainbow Dash." The dragoness bowed her head a little to the stunned blue pegasus.

"Ember?" Dash grinned and moved forward quickly. "Wow, look at you!" The dragoness hadn't grown much, but her wings had filled out, her whole body having gained a little more mass to it. "Wait, why are you here? Did somepony mess something up?"

"I am here for the conference. Your Princess Celestia sent an official invitation for me, and other delegates, to meet here to discuss the future of trade and relations." Ember shrugged a little. "I am sure she didn't invite me for trade reasons, so I wonder who she wants her 'dragon ally' to intimidate?"

"You know a dragon?" Cuddles stepped forward, her eyes wide as she looked up in wonder.

Ember leaned forward and down. "Little filly, Rainbow Dash trained me to fight. I wouldn't be Dragon Lord if it weren't for her." Of course, this had Cuddles practically bouncing up and down. "Is she yours?"

Rainbow blushed a moment, the insinuation that she had had a foal at once embarrassed her and made an odd knot twist inside her more. "Yeah. It is a long story, but I took the squirt under my wing." Dash did just that, reaching sideways with one feathery limb to hug Cuddles close.

"Your Highness! You shouldn't attack random ponies!" Another dragon seemed quite panicked as they landed beside her. "We fed up before we came, besides, these two look like they are all skin and feathers."

Seeing the long-suffering look on Ember's face, Dash quickly dropped her belly to the ground. "No, please! Not my filly! Take me instead of her, I am more meaty and will cry a lot less!" Cuddles spared one odd look before having to hide her grin, she could taste the mirth and camaraderie of a joke in progress.

"But filly wings are the best!" Ember stomped, reaching a hand down to pluck up Cuddles, the filly squealing more in delight than in fear. "Did you bring the hot-sauce, Talon?" She looked to the other dragon, seeing terror on his face.

A blur of gray crashed into the ground, sickly green magic boiling up into the air. Muffins glared first at Rainbow Dash, then at Ember and Cuddles. "Don't torment him." She gave a poke to Rainbow. "It is good to see you, Ember. I trust my wife and foal were treating you well?"

Rainbow Dash and Muffins were given the biggest grin a dragon had ever given, without actually then swallowing something whole. "Married? Congratulations! My two heroes…" Ember was suddenly shocked when Cuddles dropped her disguise, the changeling's form returning to her natural black carapace. "Well aren't you full of surprises?" She tickled the filly under the chin and set her back down.

"You… you aren't trying to eat them?" Talon looked between his Lord and the ponies. "Wait, you know them? Your heroes?"

Ember gave the two mares and the filly a droll stare. "You were at my ascension, Talon. You know the tactics I used, the armor I wore?" The other dragon nodded. "May I present," Ember gestured to Rainbow Dash, "the mare who taught me how to strike from the clouds, how to use my wings." She then gestured to Muffins with a claw, "And one of the ponies who enchanted my armor."

Talon stood, jaw dropped. His Lord had just told him that her greatest of fights had been won with the help of these two ponies. He shook his head, a steady mantra of I must not geek out suddenly running through his head. "Then all dragonkind owe you both a debt." He bowed low.

"So, much happened since you left?" Ember looked around the town, it was mostly the same. "Nothing looks too different."

"Well…" Rainbow Dash grinned. "You could say, the town is the same, but everypony changed." She called on her element, adding flickers of lightning to her wings, and pulling a cold winter's wind around her like a cloak.

"Whoa, that is cool, can I try something?" Ember held up a clawed hand, a shimmering darkness seemed to outline her claws. Dash's eyes widened but she nodded. The dragoness brought her claws carefully through the air near the pegasus. "Cold… and it isn't actually magic…" Ember banished her magic-destroying aura. "What are you actually doing?"

"I'd need two friends to help." Rainbow grinned and lifted her head up, both hooves coming up to cause an ear-piercing whistle. If Dash's swirling winds had been akin to winter, a blizzard set in. "These guys, there were three but one… he wanted to be more." The power fairly boiled in the mare, with her two friends near.

"Ahem, Talon, what was it you said about being careful around the weak ponies?" Ember turned to the drake at her side. "This one mare carries magics that even my claws cannot cut."

"You… that… shouldn't be… possible…" Talon's eyes were wide as he watched the two winter specters cavort around the pony, then swap their attention to the filly beside her.

Muffins' eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, Ember, you could help us!" She gestured to Cuddles with a wing. "We were going to head to the town hall to have the paperwork filled out to adopt Cuddles, but we need a notary. Would you be able to-"

Ember grinned. "Of course I can, assuming Dragon Lord is a valid level of public fame?"

"I don't think it will be a problem." Rainbow watched the little filly cavorting with the windigo, apparently untouched by their cold winds.

Twilight was still wearing a tight black outfit that, she could happily admit, she loved. Gel squeezed his wife all over, leaving just her wings, head and tail free. A small pile of scrolls sat beside them on the breakfast table. The windows of the room had mysteriously closed up, as too the ones in the kitchen. It had been a strange event, made more obvious when a new staircase opened that led from the kitchen, down to Maddie's suite. The vampony felt like she lived again; she cooked, she was asked for advice and, to her delight, she had a new student. "Take that out to Princess Twilight Sparkle." The plate of pancakes levitated up in the murky grip of Sunset's magic.

Sunset Shimmer nodded, collecting the syrup and the cinnamon. "I hope she likes them." Stepping out, seeing that it was probably a little early for the 'breakfast rush', she showed a fanged grin as she brought the plate to her best friends. "Good morning, Twi, Gel."

"Oh wow, those look amazing!" Twilight's eyes were now locked on the pancakes; within the coating of changeling, she felt her belly rumble. "Guess I should look these over while I eat." Levitating the first scroll up, Twilight unrolled it.

"Want company?" Sunset got a nod from her friend before she scooted in beside her. "This is all so surreal. I… I actually like cooking, I must admit. Never thought I would." As she spoke, she looked up at Twilight, but the Princess was completely distracted. "Twi?"

A second scroll was levitated up beside the first, unrolling. Twilight scanned it quickly then added another, then another. The last had the royal seal of Canterlot on it. As she read the last scroll, Twilight started to shake a little. "I'm pancake… I mean, furious… or just panicking… yeah, that last one." She dropped the scroll stack, Sunset managing to see the last, from Celestia herself.

"A conference? Here?" Sunset blinked a few times, making sure she had the whole thing correct. "Why here? Surely Canterlot would be so much better!"

"I know!" Twilight wanted to get up so she could work herself into a good panic but there was a problem, her husband seemed intent on keeping her sitting at the breakfast table. "Gel, I have a million and one lists to make… I have to make a list about all the lists I need to make." One of Twilight's forelegs lifted up, reaching out to the pile of scrolls, pointing at the date on the one from Celestia. "That… that's today!"

"Look, I am just saying, how hard can it be for us to take care of Cherry's business for a few days?" Twilight Velvet looked at her wife, getting a wide-eyes stare from Velvet's blue eyes. "What?"

"You don't know, do you?" Velvet grinned and started walking again. "Cherry is… she has her hoof, delicately, in a lot of pies. After gaining support from the Princesses, she grew bigger and bigger, trading for more favors with the customers at her establishments." Velvet led the way to the office where Cherry and Sleek ran their little empire out of.

"And she asked us to take care of things?" Twilight used her magic to levitate the letter out again, rereading it.

"To an extent. Mostly, we are there for if anything happens. The businesses she owns manage themselves, but sometimes things go wrong and next thing, somepony has to make a hard decision."

"Now I am intrigued in this." Twilight used the keys provided in the letter to open the little office and headed in. It felt mostly normal, except for the large, soft bed in a back room that Twilight found herself blushing at.

"Wait, he is an employee?" Twilight Velvet was working through a filing cabinet. "Hey Twi, did you know-" She halted, the door to the office was opening as a brown earth pony trotted in, looking wealthy. "Hi!"

"Is Cherry Stripe in?" Filthy Rich looked around the office, the rumor seemed true so far. "I really hoped to see her about getting her 'okay' on my investment opportunity."

Velvet smelled and tasted a rat. "Cherry is out right now, and unfortunately we are unable to sign off on such things."

"Filthy? Filthy Rich?" Twilight trotted from the back room. "Well I'll be, it is good to see you!" She trotted forward and kissed the air lightly on each side of the surprised stallion's cheeks. "It has been… you moved to Ponyville, didn't you?"

Slightly overwhelmed at the rebuff from one mare and the greeting from the other, Filthy stuttered a little. "W-W-Well, yes! Moved there when I married Spoiled, we have a little filly now!" Business was forgotten as his mind turned to the pride of his life, his family. "She is a hoof-full, how did you raise two perfect foals?"

"Perfect?" Twilight snorted. "Shining put everything in his mouth he could find, and Twilight's first attempts to use magic rivaled what a particular filly in the Crystal Empire is capable of. No foal is perfect, all we can do is set a good example for them and try to steer them right." The speech got a blush from the stallion.

"A better example…" Filthy's plans were completely out the window, but new ones took their place. "I… I need to go."

Velvet looked to her wife—the thought of being part of Twilight and Night's life still filled her with more love than feeding ever had—and couldn't believe how casually she had turned the stallion from a shark in bloody water to a caring family-stallion. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Twilight was smiling from having caught up with an old friend. "You mean steer him away from trying to scam Cherry out of money? Or find just the right topic to have him leave the soonest?"

"You… are you a changeling?" Velvet's magic reached out, flicking the latch on the door. She stepped boldly toward Twilight.

"None of that until lunch! I mean it Velvet!" Twilight gave her wife a hard stare at first, but it soon softened. "Lunch time, and tonight when we get home."

"That's much better." Velvet unlocked the door and found a nice comfortable chair at one of the lovely tables. "But not tonight." The changeling buzzed a wing up, leaning to the side to nibble the front-edge of it a little.

"You going to get him to fill you again?" Twilight settled at the second desk.

"No." Velvet finished with the wing and tucked it back. "I am going to make him fill me." The look the changeling gave Twilight almost had the unicorn shiver in delight. "And then I might just make him watch, defeated, while I defile our lovely wife."

Night Light got home and hung up his coat. "Where are my lovely wives?" His voice echoed through the seemingly empty house. Then he spotted the dark black rose petals on the floor. "Oh, what is this?" He followed them, up the stairs and into the bedroom part of the big house.

Past the guest-rooms the stallion walked, following the roses and getting a slight hint of scent from them. He turned the corned and looked into the master bedroom, only to see something flash before his vision, something cool and metallic sliding down his horn. "A blocker?"

"A blocker. You're mine." Velvet's magic lifted the dark rubber collar up and fitted it to the unresisting stallion. "A good pony, do you perform tricks, pony?"

Night stared into the eyes of the shape-changer. She was a lot to him, but with a collar on he knew her by only one name. "Of course, Mistress." He had a gentle black, hole-filled hoof, reach up to his head and tickle around his ears; Night leaned into the touch.

"Good colt. Up on the bed, on your back." Velvet's words dripped with promise and command, practically soaking the stallion's already aroused mind in extra dollops of submissive delight. "And you know what I am going to do, while you lay there, ready for me to take what I want from you?" Freezing on his way to the bed, Night turned and looked back to Velvet. "My adorable little colt, I am going to take your wife. Your wife who carries my foal."

On the bed, Twilight felt her body growing hotter with arousal. She was always ready to let Velvet take control, she saw what it meant to Night. "Please, my stallion," the light in her husband's eyes flashed in intensity, she could almost taste his excitement as well as Velvet, "I carry your foal, but I need your seed still…"

Night stumbled as he walked, his wife was begging a changeling to screw her, even as she carried their foal. He was hard as a rock, his mouth hanging slightly open, as he climbed up onto the bed. Looking at Twilight, seeing her staring only at Velvet, made him groan out loud and roll to his back. The stallion was so hard it almost hurt.

It was so easy to play to the two ponies' kinks, but it wasn't the meal of happiness that inspired Velvet to treat them exactly how they wanted to be. She did it because seeing Night so lost in his need, seeing Twilight stealing glances at her cuckolded husband, it made her swell with love. Her own love, for them. "I have a special present for you tonight, my little egg-incubator."

Twilight abandoned all pretense at trying to keep back from the kink her husband had shared with her—she loved every bit of how Velvet had taken her. "My Queen…" The words were so low, so deep, she barely got them past her lips. Velvet was suddenly wrapped in a swirl of green fire. She looked the same, but when Velvet lifted her forehooves up, onto the bed, Twilight saw what she had meant by present.

"You like them?" Velvet gave her hips a little thrust. "You want them?" Twilight licked her lips, and in defiance of Velvet's command, squirmed and rolled over, wrapping one of the big shafts with her lips.

Night got a good look at his wife's rear, her marehood swollen, her rump glistening with something already applied to ease access. This was a setup and Night didn't care one bit. Giving a little whine, leaned over and ran his tongue from the start of Twilight's vulva, all the way to her pearl.

Velvet's eyes closed, her mind floated. It was the first time she had done this particular trick, and the feeling of the mare moving from one of her cocks to the other almost undid her resolve. "Lean back, Twilight-womb." Velvet didn't move, but her voice was a command that finally caused her wife to. Squirming around again, pulling her back-end away from Night, Twilight looked up at the changeling mounting the bed, and then her.

Night, his head leaning to the side, watching Twilight's face as she took two big changeling shafts. Her eyes fluttered closed, then spread wide again as Velvet claimed her quite-willing body. Readied already, Twilight's body accepted both shafts, feeling them slide deep into her before the drone drew back.

"You want her?" Velvet was looking right at Night, her body now easing into a slow, pony-stuffing rhythm. "You want your wife, Night Light, but you can't have her tonight. She is mine." She would never have believed those words could cause a stallion to lose himself, but Velvet had the delight of seeing Night, so overwhelmed with pleasure, spray his own belly and chest. His back-end bucked and humped into the air, not a bit of physical interaction needed to bring him completely. "Don't waste anymore, because you know what, little colt?"

His world was a blur, Night heard his Mistress asking something but it was hard to focus. He looked up at Velvet. "What, Mistress?"

"Simple, little colt," Velvet watched him twitch more at the deliberate put-down, "you belong to me too; and I want you to quench my eggs." He was hard again, rock hard.

Velvet's hips became a blur as she sped up, she drove Twilight through one orgasm and into a second. The stimulation was intense for both of them and, without any way or will to end things early, Twilight was sent into her third. But this time, a heat grew inside her.

"Oh Twi…" Velvet didn't have a near-deity to call out to, so she just praised her wife. Bucking in hard, long strokes, her body unloaded into the mare, flooding both her passages and then some. Feeling the tight clenching around each shaft, the changeling almost felt done, almost ready to collapse on the mare and just let Night stew.

Night was straining, his body was set to go again, but he wasn't allowed. His arousal was a frame of mind, and in that frame he couldn't get excited enough to find release, it was simple as that. When Velvet lifted herself up, spiraling green flame around her body, Night gave a happy whine. For a moment he had thought she was just going to slump and let things be.

"Thought I was done, my colt?" Velvet lifted her female body over to the quite ready stallion. "Thought I was going to leave you in need and aching? I was tempted." She repositioned herself and pushed down and back.

Eyes crossing, Night slumped, boneless, to the bed. She claimed him, she drove herself down around him and her hot insides gripped his shaft perfectly. Green magic flared at his fetlocks, pinning all four of his legs down. With the ring on his horn he was powerless, he was hers. She began to rock her body, forward and back, shoving his aching shaft in and pulling it out again. She used him for her own pleasure and it felt amazingly good.

It was an uphill battle for Velvet, doing Twilight with two shafts had really cost her in stamina, but she wouldn't leave her husband waiting, or wanting. She drew on reserves she shouldn't have had, she drove him into her body so deep she felt like he would soon push from her mouth. But when she felt a heat boil up inside her, she shoved back hard. Her being trembled, she reached her own climax around Night Light's hefty shaft, but ultimately it didn't matter. Her family was happy. She knew, they tasted wonderful.

Author's Note

Luna tilted back her parasol, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "A question for me?" As she unrolled the scroll, the mare stole a glance off to stage-left, giving a wink behind her shades and blowing a kiss. "Now, let's see. 'how many eggs...' A mare should not kiss and tell, but I can tell you that when I was so heavy I could barely move, it seemed like 'enough'. Thankfully the eggs are small going in, and not a lot bigger coming out. They drink some of the magic of the mare as they mature their adorable payload."

The alicorn suddenly gives a startled gasp and looked back between her rear legs. All that could be seen of the green pup was a wagging tail. "I think the next one is for you... oh..." Luna's head slumped to the floor, the parasol rolling away as she grinned like a silly filly.

A small head poked out from between the princess' thighs. "Oh, somepony wanted to know about what ice cream I like most? Lyra's, definitely Lyra's." The head immediately tucked back down.

A tall, lanky changeling queen strode out, or what looked at first like a queen. "You will forgive this technical difficulty, the princess you are trying to contact is struggling to think. We will have this sorted out after a few... how long will you be?"

Nuzzles looked up. "Give me ten minutes.

"Ten minutes... oh, I have a question?" Bold gave a surprised giggle. "Okay, there are more hives. Twisty's was always the closest to Equestria. There are more further south... I had one." She seems to wear a frown for a few moments before it turned back to a smile. "They kicked me out, forcefully. I think I should really thank them." The former queen looks to Luna with more than a hint of happiness as she clearly drinks at the dark alicorn's pleasure.

"Ahem." A very well-dressed stallion slowly walked in from the side. "I am here by dint of somepony paying me quite a lot of bits. A gentlecolt doesn't kiss and tell. I respect Please Do, she is a brave mare, with a wonderful heart... and the most devious mind I have ever encountered." The well-spoken Doctor Caballeron gave a half smile. "But for now she needs friends, not suitors. Besides, I have a job to do."

Wow, okay, I got to 2k words, and then thought, 'I wonder what Night, Twilight, and Velvet are doing?' The answer was very interesting.

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and ~~I~~ they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, ~~I~~ They will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! ~~I~~ They will pick one question per chapter.

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