Windy Whistles did like both her namesakes. It was a lazy afternoon and she was out for a glide, and thanks to a slight twist of some of her wing feathers, whistled. When she was a filly, Windy was worried about her wing being something wrong, something that would make her less of a flier. As an adult, with her filly breaking speed records and saving Equestria so many times over she didn't have hooves to count, Windy Whistles took it as just the thing it was—just an interesting difference.

The afternoon wasn't all relaxation and flight, however. Windy Whistles had a destination that would turn things into relaxation and submission, but she was in no rush. Gliding close to the restricted airspace of the Wonderbolt HQ, Windy watched her daughter far below, and could actually hear Rainbow Dash's impressive shouting over the wind in her ears.

"Hey there, sexy filly," Soarin said.

A shudder ran down Windy's spine at the words of her dominant friend. She looked to the side and saw Soarin flying in his Wonderbolt outfit. "Hello yourself, Master." Windy Whistles put as much seduction and submission as she could into his title.

Soarin was a master when it came to formation flying. He'd spent countless hours flying in all positions of a wing of pegasi, but none so much as in the lead. With the same cues he gave newbies in the Wonderbolt Academy, he adjusted his wings just so that it forced the air just beside and half a ponylength back to be the most stable place to fly, and Windy slid right into it. "Getting into character already?"

"Maybe. I'm okay in Wonderbolt airspace?"

"With me flying lead, yeah. Gotta warn you, we have something special planned for tonight." Soarin loved how Windy's head spun around to face him—her ears were perked and forward, eager for more information. "But before we go too far into character, why don't we visit your daughter and soon-to-be grandfoal?"

The excitement in Windy Whistles shifted gears. From Master's-pet to Mothering in the blink of an eye. She looked down at the apparent destination of their slow spiral, and her heart leapt for joy. Her little filly wasn't so little, and she'd found herself a stallion and a mare to love. Her own eyes slid to Soarin, but all she could think of was Bow. Bow was the stallion for her. They were two of a kind—both of them loved having Windy bound up (though Bow wasn't the stallion for the job).

"Has she worked out us?" Windy Whistles asked.

"I think she would have said something to one of us if she had. Do you think she needs to know?" Soarin brought them both down almost to the point where their words might be overheard. "Hey! Crash! I found an intruder on the base. What should we do with her?"

At Soarin's voice, Rainbow Dash tilted her head up. While she had excellent spacial awareness, she'd been focusing on her class and hadn't paid attention when a pony wearing Wonderbolt colors flew nearby. "Okay everypony! Take ten!"

"How's my little girl?" Windy Whistles landed and rushed toward Rainbow Dash to hug her.

"Mooom…" Her whine wasn't as complete in its portrayal of her feelings as it used to be—Rainbow Dash had come to terms, somewhat, with her parents' constant support. She let out a chuckle as she hugged back with one leg. "I feel like I'm going to pop, but the doctor says I have another week."

"It's good to see you on light duties. I knew you wouldn't take any time off, but your friends here care for you a lot." Windy couldn't help heaping praise on her daughter—like birds, pegasi were proud creatures, and Windy Whistles was very proud of her little filly. "And I bet it must be nice working with all this eye-candy around."

"They're students, Mom, not eye-candy." As she spoke, Rainbow Dash realized her mother wasn't looking at the students—she was looking at Soarin. What was the worst bit for Rainbow, however, was that Soarin was well within earshot. "Sh-She didn't mean it like that, Captain!"

"Crash," Soarin said, "believe it or not, stallions like hearing a mare talking about them like that. There's no need to feel bad about it, Mrs. Whistles."

Windy Whistles made a point of tracing Soarin's body with her eyes again. She'd seen Soarin in more intimate settings, but there was something about him in uniform that sparked her interest more. "I don't feel bad. I bet you have a special somepony who is very happy."

"S-Soarin! Mom!" Rainbow Dash wasn't actually angry, just freaked out. Her friend and her mom were flirting right in front of her. She could only watch as her mother walked right up to Soarin and leaned up to whisper into his ear.

"Right here? On the Wonderbolt's runway?" Soarin asked.

Windy Whistles just nodded, her smile pulling a little wider. It wasn't that she was specifically trying to torture her daughter, but she just considered her filly a little prudish given her own proclivities. "Right here, Mr. Soarin. I—I want to see it."

Stretching his wings out, Soarin had to flick his tail to get it into the right arc before he lifted his head and foreleg. It was a pose the Wonderbolts had used for a promotional poster, and Soarin hadn't been surprised to find that Spicy Hot had a copy. "Anything for a fan of the Wonderbolts."

The pose was a lot less lewd than all the conclusions Rainbow Dash's mind had jumped to. She stared at Soarin in surprise.

"He's quite something, isn't he?" Windy Whistles asked her daughter.

Well of course he's something, Rainbow Dash thought, he's Captain of the Wonderbolts, and considered the best flying stallion in all Equestria. She actually found herself studying the lines of Soarin's uniform for a moment before she realized what she was doing. "Mom! I'm with Thunderlane. Remember? For that matter, what about Dad?"

Walking around Soarin, making a show of inspecting him, Windy Shook her head. "I don't think he's that into stallions, dear. Although if you know something about him that I—"

"MOM!"

Soarin lost it first. He dropped his pose and started laughing. The moment Rainbow Dash turned a glare upon him, he actually fell over laughing.

"Oh no. You broke him." Windy Whistles walked over to where Soarin was kicking his hooves into the air and flapping his wings weakly on the ground. "Does your shouting do this to everypony, or just stallions?"

Struggling to keep from turning from blue to red, Rainbow Dash was on the verge of yelling again when she watched her mother bend down and kiss Soarin on the cheek. "Mom?"

"I heard a kiss from their true love could wake a stricken pony. I may not be his true love, but I could be a little hungry." Windy reached out with a hoof offered to Soarin. "Arise, sir prince!"

The silliness of the situation actually got Rainbow Dash to calm down and realize she'd been played. She was about to comment when Soarin kicked all his legs again.

"Ack! That didn't do it! I bet I need more kissing!" Soarin said.

"Come on, dear." Windy looked right at a startled Rainbow Dash. "You take one cheek and I'll get the other."

"M-M-Me? What?" Taking a step back, Rainbow Dash finally clicked to her mother, and apparently Soarin's, plan. "Really? We both have to kiss him? You planned this just to get me—what—embarrassed?"

Walking around to the other side of Soarin, Windy leaned down to his cheek. "If you don't help me revive him, I'll tell your Commander you ruined Captain Soarin's flying ability."

Just as Rainbow Dash was about to tell her mother a resounding no, she saw within herself how stupid she was acting, and how good a prank this was. Walking over, she leaned down to Soarin's cheek and kissed him there, chastely.

The moment the double kiss was over, Soarin let out a sigh. "Now my belly needs to be revived!"

Rainbow Dash had to smile at the attempt. She was in a relationship with Thunderlane and Fluttershy, and her mom was with her dad—they were both spoken for—which made the flirting seem safe. "Not gonna happen. You two do whatever. I'm gonna go do some more yelling."

"See you later, Crash." Soarin rolled over and got to his hooves. When he judged Rainbow Dash out of hearing range, he let out another giggle. "You're torturing her."

"She needs to loosen up." Windy stretched her wings and took a few prancing steps. "Speaking of, should we go and have something to eat before the games?"

"I might, but your meal will be covered by our play. In fact,"—Soarin walked toward Windy Whistles and leaned over her so his snout touched one ear—"your master forbids you eating anything but what he or his mate offers their little filly."

A shiver ran down Windy Whistle's spine from her neck to her dock and fed down into her back legs. She trembled where she stood at the public display of dominance that was, at the same time, discrete. Carefully bowing her head, Windy nodded slowly. "Of course, Master."

"Good girl. Come on now, your master needs to get some things ready while you talk to your mistress." Soarin shifted his snout just enough to catch Windy's ear in her mouth and he bit down, gently, until she gasped.

Rainbow Dash openly stared at her mother as she trotted after Soarin. The initial teasing and flirting was a game, but when the wind shifted just right, Rainbow Dash heard their conversation. Her eyes were wide as she watched Soarin and her mother enter the Commander's Offices. "W-W-What the actual buck?"

As Soarin reached the door of the office, he was startled to see Bow stepping out. Staring at each other for a moment, Soarin had a minute moment of panic as he thought the bigger stallion might somehow harbor some ill-will about the fact that in just a few moments, Soarin would be feeding Bow's wife her first load of Soarin-seed for the night. "Uh, hi Bow."

"Mr. Soarin! It's so good to see you. I hope you and Windy have a great time tonight." Stepping past Soarin, Bow leaned against Windy and nuzzled her cheek. "I hope you enjoy what we planned."

"What you planned?" Windy Whistles appreciated the nuzzling for what it was, but there was something in her sneaky husband's tone that made her whole body tingle with excitement.

"Didn't he tell you?" Soarin asked. "He and Spitfire spent most of the day planning and setting you up an extra special night."

Bow Hothoof loved the look of surprise on Windy Whistles' face. His ears twitched as the breeze shifted. "Happy anniversary, darling. Now go be a good filly for your masters."

Windy Whistles, given all the exciting things of late, had forgotten her own anniversary. Her eyes widened to saucers before she heard Soarin clear his throat.

"Give your stallion a big hug, thank him, and then get your plot inside," Soarin said.

Rushing into Bow's hug, Windy squeezed him tight and nuzzled into his neck. With one eye open, she watched Soarin saunter into the offices and leave them to it. "You're the best, Bowwie."

A shiver went through Bow Hothoof at how lucky he was to have found the perfect mare for him. "Have fun, Windy. I love you."

"I love you too." Windy Whistles nibbled along her husband's jaw before laying a lingering kiss on his lips. Fluttering her eyes closed, she relaxed and let the kiss last as long as it needed to. By the time it was done, she was ready.

Bow wanted to do a thousand things to his wife, but there was an edge he lacked to fulfill her need—which was his need as well. He wanted to see Windy Whistles taken, dominated, dealt with as a pet and a more. Despite having not a single dominant bone in his body, Bow Hothoof was satisfied he had done everything to ensure she got everything she wanted. His present, after all, would come after she was done.

Rainbow Dash couldn't hear what was going on, but clearly her dad was happy about something. "W-Wait right here, guys. I need to go check with something. Actually, run a dozen laps of the strip." She trotted after her dad and caught up to him—despite her almost waddling gait—just before he left the main cloud the academy was situated on. "Dad!"

Bow froze at the sound of his daughter. Turning around, he tried to hide his horny-for-something body language as best he could. "How's my little Wonderbolt?"

"Yeah, good. Listen, Dad, do you know what Mom and Soarin are up to? They—" Rainbow Dash said.

"It's fine." Hearing that his daughter knew of their little arrangement lifted a lot of silly weight from his chest. Bow reached out and patted Rainbow Dash on the shoulder. "We have it all worked out. I have no problem at all with my little Windy spending time with the top 'bolts. Just the thought—" He managed to catch himself in time. "It's fine. How's the baby?"

The lightning-fast shift in topic took Rainbow Dash by surprise. "Uh, still pronking on my bladder every chance they get. So, everything's cool?"

"Never better, Rainbow. Never. Better."

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