We Are Each Other

After waking up early the next morning, Sunny Day became Celestia for the amount of time it took her to raise the sun and then she changed back. Seeing that she had not woken the sleeping Wayfair, she decided to snuggle back under the hotel bedsheets with her lover. Eventually, a couple of hours later, the purple unicorn began to stir. “Hmmmmm…” she cracked open an eye and smiled, for she found herself in the small spoon position enveloped in Sunny Day's wings and hooves.

Seeing that Sunny Day was still sleeping, if the snoring was anything to go by, Chrysalis – as Wayfair enjoyed the feathery cocoon for a few more moments and then she kissed the insides of the mare’s primary feathers. A very sleepy pegasus then asked, “Has food arrived?”

Wayfair, who did not move from the feathery blanket, replied, “I don't think so.”

“Then I should still be sleeping,” and with that, Sunny Day went back to sleep, although the snores that came from her were the fakest snores that a pony could make.

Giggling, Wayfair said, “How silly of me!” she then got out of the incredibly warm and extremely comfortable feathery nest and she called the room service to request breakfast be sent up to them. Rather pointedly, there came another fake snore from the pony shaped mound under the bedsheets. “Breakfast is on its way,” Wayfair then laid on the bed behind Sunny Day and she pressed her hefty teats to her back and her muzzle into her neck.

In the fifteen minutes until the food arrived, the 'sleeping' pegasus snuggled into the nuzzle and she pressed backwards against her lover’s hefty teats. “You are exceptionally cute when you're asleep,” she smiled and kissed the pegasus’s neck.

Sunny Day waited for the knock on the door before she spoke, “I'm exceptionally cute all the time. And exceptionally hungry a lot of the time.”

“I can't argue that,” Wayfair snickered as she got up and answered the knock at the door. The arrival of breakfast – blueberry pancakes, Prench toast, cheesy scrambled eggs and steaming hot fresh coffee - was enough to get Sunny Day out of bed and to the table. “Least I know what can get you out of bed now,” the purple mare snickered.

“Careful,” Sunny Day winked, “That’s a state secret.” She sat on the seating pad and watched as Wayfair presented the food to her and gave her a polite bow. “I would like you to please join me for breakfast. Looks like there’s enough for four. Me, myself, and I plus you.”

“I'd love to, Mistress, thank you,” Wayfair sat at the table and looked over the array of food. There certainly was a generous amount of it.

“Well,” Sunny Day mused as she made a start on her scrambled eggs, “It isn't noon yet, and my next activity is after dinner, so you can choose what you'd like to do and lunch.”

“Hmm...” Wayfair covered her moment of indecision by making a dent in her small stack of blueberry pancakes, “What is there to do in Canterlot, that's not MiAC, clothing stores, hayburgers or theatres?”

“There are parks, museums,” Sunny Day’s voice was thick with her food as she chewed, then winked, “A biological warfare camp on the other side of the mountain…”

The purple unicorn mulled that over for a moment, then an idea came to her. “I did see something that caught my attention on Night Club row the other day.”

“Something that is open during the day?”

“Hmhmm,” Wayfair then demolished several slices of her Prench toast as she cast her mind back, “It was a two story affair with like, a casino, with shows, an arcade and an adult play section and it was called…” she tapped her chin with a hoof, “Trixie's Place.”

“Cheater!” Sunny Day spluttered, “That was for our after dinner activity!”

“Oooh!” Wayfair smiled and tucked into her food, she didn’t want the scrambled eggs to go cold, “I’m sorry if I spoiled the surprise, it's just...that building sticks out like a neon warning beacon, you really can’t miss it once you see it.”

Nodding her head, for she knew just what the mare meant, “It’s a new entertainment centre that is extremely over the top. Trixie Lulamoon is a showmare who is on a comeback from some past mistakes.”

The subtext was not lost on Wayfair or on Chrysalis, either. “On the comeback from some past mistakes, huh? That sounds familiar,” she commented with a giggle.

“Her biggest mistake was challenging Celestia's student, so yeah, she’s a lot like you,” while she was sniggering at her own joke, Sunny Day leant over the table and gave Wayfair a cheese and egg flavoured kiss straight to her lips.

“Mmmmmm…” Wayfair didn’t care the kiss was flavoured. She leant into the kiss and she was happy to hold it for as long as is possible, which unfortunately wasn’t as long as she would have liked it to be.

“Do sports interest you?”

“Like Buckball?” asked Wayfair, to which the white pegasus nodded, “I've seen it advertised on the TV sometimes while I’m watch the fashion channel, Buckball I mean. It looks...interesting?” In all honesty, it looked to her like any other sport, several ponies running around in tight clothing chasing a ball.

“Okay,” Sunny Day reached a wing out for her phone. “Wisteria?” the white mare spoke with Celestia’s voice, “Can you get tickets for two dignitaries to today's buckball game? Okay, one p.m., got it, thank you!” she put away her phone and she wore a smug look on her face, “It's good to know the Princess.”

“Such an abuse of power,” Wayfair giggled, “I like it. I like it very much.”

Once the breakfast was complete, a feat that itself took some considerable time – there was a lot of it – Sunny Day leant back and contentedly patted her noticeably rounder belly. “We still some time. Let's take a walk through Noble's Park. It’s pretty and usually empty in the morning.”

“I'm with you, Sunny, a walk would be good to get rid of the breakfast calories,” unfortunately for Wayfair, the burp she let out was rather loud and extremely pronounced, and one she couldn’t hope to hide. Fortunately, her lover saw the funny side of said burp and emitted one of her own that rattled the windows.

The walk to and through the park was a most pleasant one, thanks to the sun being high in the sky and not a cloud to obscure it. Playing the guide, Sunny Day pointed out a couple of landmarks along the way and in the park, most notably Clover’s Gate, which could be seen from the park. “Now,” she said on the way out of the park, “Time for a light lunch. Anything strike your fancy?”

Wayfair surveyed the array of eateries available to her, from an open-air café and a couple of street food vendors. She saw ponies eating at the café and she made her mind up. “That!” she pointed a hoof to what had caught her eye. “Café Diem, I see they serve food.”

“It’s not Donut Joe’s,” Sunny Day passed her judgement, “But I suppose it will do.”

“C'mon, let's be adventurous and try the something new!” Wayfair was practically dragging the white pegasus along like an exuberant foal ‘encouraging’ her mother to hurry to the toy store.

Giggling at her partner’s enthusiasm, Sunny Day followed from the park and across the road to the – for Canterlot – unusual café. “Alright, but I do want to sit outside.” After a nice relaxing lunch, the pegasus suggested they go to the stadium. The game, as it turned out, was Appleloosa Buffalos vs Vanhoover Canucks, the sign of which Sunny Day looked at with a wry smile, “I have to root for the northern team, so you get the southern one.”

“Um...” Wayfair was suddenly presented with the fact that she knew absolutely nothing about sports. “That would be Appleloosa, right?” she giggled at the mare’s roll of her eyes, “Go sports!”

Smirking at her marefriend, Sunny Day stopped at a shop by the stadium to get a hat and pennant for herself and one the same for Wayfair, in the respective team’s colours. “I usually cheer the clock at these events,” she said as she made her way inside, “But now I will cheer for Vanhoover!”

“Go Appleloosa sports!” Wayfair immediately donned her oversized novelty Buffalo shaped hat that made her feel like a yak and, when they reached the seats, she enthusiastically waved her flag, “So,” she leant in to her partner, “This game, they have to get the balls in those little baskets, right?”

“Yeah,” Sunny Day replied, she was confident in that much at least, “And both the pegasus and the earth pony have to touch the ball to score. The unicorn has to fake the opponent where the ball is going and still move the basket in time to catch the ball.”

“I see,” Wayfair thought she saw, and she kind of did, but the nuances of the sport eluded her. “And when that happens, they score a goal, a point? A...win?”

Sunny Day had to laugh. She didn’t laugh at Wayfair, more she laughed with her, because she knew exactly where she was coming from. “The team with the most points when time runs out wins. The team you have has a better record, but they are one of the founding teams for the sport. Apparently.”

Wayfair blushed hard as the stands around them began to fill with fans wearing the colours of both teams, blue for Vanhoover and orange for Appleloosa. “Sorry, I um, we don't have many sports where I'm from…” she decided to leave it at that.

“Sports are a way for ponies to escape day to day life,” Sunny Day commented, “Long ago they were a lot bloodier. Now they are rather peaceful.”

“Oooh,” Wayfair understood, “You mean like training for combat and that became sports?”

Sunny Day smirked, and her ears and feathers perked up now that the stadium was nearing its capacity. The buzz from the assembled crowd was starting to get to even her, “Some sports are still like combat training. Rugby and Hoofball, for instance.”

Wayfair was about to reply to that, when she saw the teams being led on by their respective mascots. A rather comically proportioned shark for the Vanhoover Canucks and a similarly outrageous looking buffalo wearing a headdress as big as it was for the Appleloosa Buffalos. She let out a huge cheer as the teams took to the pitch, a cheer that was way louder than all the ponies near her, making them look at her. “Um,” she shrank in her seat, “Was that wrong?”

“Nope,” Sunny Day sighed as the tutting ponies turned their attention to the pitch where the referee was about to start the game, “Just the typical Canterlot crowd. Prim and proper at all times.”

“In that case,” Wayfair giggled and readied the big orange foam hoof with ‘number 1’ on it, “I'll be sure to be as loud as I can!”

“Please do,” Sunny Day found Wayfair’s boundless enthusiasm extremely refreshing, such a difference to the restrained crowd around them. She decided for once to cheer loudly when the game started, and her team got the ball. Next to her, Wayfair was on her hind hooves waving her foam hoof with abandon when the Buffalos scored the first point.

Ninety minutes later and when the game ended in a draw, with both teams scoring fifteen points each, Sunny Day and Wayfair left the stadium in high spirits. They found themselves aimlessly wandering, with no destination in mind. Their wandering bought them to Platinum Plaza, where the pegasus insisted on taking her marefriend to the museum. “Almost all the museum items are from Celestia’s solo reign, but some Lulu stuff is starting to appear.”

The real reason Sunny Day bought her to the museum was that she wanted Wayfair to see the art that came from the Changeling Invasion. “I show you this to not punish or accuse,” as they were alone with the exhibits, the pegasus spoke with Celestia’s voice, “This is the challenge you need to overcome some day in the future. Earlier I pointed out the art from the Second Griffon War, and today there are griffons in our city.”

“I see…” with Chrysalis’s eyes, Wayfair looked at the paintings, the carvings and, what caught her attention the most was a ten by seven foot diorama, a perfect scale replica of a devastated Canterlot after the days long battle, complete with ruined buildings, ponies and changelings modelled in fighting poses.

Seeing that Wayfair was struggling, Sunny Day nuzzled her cheek, “This was all that Tia could see. She is now looking beyond this as she had eventually looked beyond the Griffon Wars. Time though never hurries its pace.”

“I wish I had known a better way, back then,” Chrysalis was extremely grateful for the nuzzle as she looked intently at the tiny scale figures on the model streets, those forever in a fighting pose and those that had fallen in the fighting. She read aloud the dedication plaque, “Created and donated by Captain Starbright, in memory of Heartbreak Ridge'.”

Extending a wing over the unicorn’s back, Sunny Day held her tight, “Tia wishes she knew a better way to end the second Griffon War. A third party found a better way. A way which...I have learned to accept.”

“And now I'm better,” Wayfair nuzzled Sunny Day’s cheek, “Now I’m with you.”

“Come on,” Sunny Day gently steered the unicorn away from the diorama after what felt like an eternity. “Let’s get back to the hotel, we need to get ready for this evening’s activities.” Wayfair didn’t offer any resistance as she was guided by wing and by hoof back to the hotel. “Super sexy maid outfit for you,” declared the pegasus when they were in their room, “And I think I'm going with the slutty teacher look.”

“Yay!” her mood suddenly improved, Wayfair clapped her hooves excitedly as she lit her horn and magically dressed herself in the sexy maid’s dress she had packed, “You do rock that slutty look so hard, Sunny!”

When she was dressed in her teacher’s outfit, Sunny Day flashed her ass at her lover, “My skirt isn't too long, is it?”

“What?” Wayfair tried and then gave up trying to get her teats into the cut out teddy she wore, “No way! I can see your Sunny buns, so it's just right.”

“I have these for each of us,” Sunny Day said once they were both dressed in their alluring, sexy clothing. She passed Wayfair a long purple cloak that went all the way to the floor and she draped a white cloak over her own shoulders. “The taxi should be here soon, so we can go wait in the lobby.”

Wayfair was about to object to the cloaks when the reason behind them became clear to her. Instead, she hung it around her shoulders and over her back. “These are good thinking,” she said as she used her magic to make sure her hooves were covered, “We don't want to give the taxi driver a nosebleed.”

When they got down to the lobby, they found the taxi was waiting for them, so they wasted no time getting in. “Trixie has had a hard life too,” commented Sunny Day, her thoughts turning to the showmare as the taxi started moving, “She challenged Celestia's student and failed.”

“Hmm, I remember you saying yesterday. So,” Wayfair paused to snuggle into the pegasus’s right wing, “What, she just marched into Ponyville and announced she was challenging her to a fight?”

“More or less,” hearing it said like that, it was almost funny. Almost. “The first time was a misunderstanding, but the second time she had possession of a dangerous artifact beyond her control. Now, she’s working to regain her reputation, and living. And she’s doing well at both.”

“Sounds like a mare who hasn't let life beat her down.”

“Nope, not at all.” Sunny Day treated her contemplative marefriend to an affectionate nuzzle, “When we get there, the ground floor is foal friendly. Arcades, magic shows, and she even has seminars for schoolcolts and fillies to attend. It has established her in the city. The first and second floors are off limits to foals, and you will soon see why.”

Giggling, Wayfair returned the nuzzle with one of her own, “Let me guess, is it because they're all dressed like we are now?”

“Most will be,” Sunny Day agreed with a nod of her head, “There’ll always a few new ponies checking things out. Some of the arcade games are fun, if you want to try any.” She shot her partner a sly look, “I would recommend against the bouncy castle dressed like this.”

When she heard that, Wayfair spluttered out a laugh, a laugh to which the pegasus joined in with, heartily, “I think you're right. Things wouldn't be covered up for very long, would they?” she had to admit, even sat in the back of the taxi, her things were struggling to remain covered.

“Funny thing is,” the white mare mused ruefully, “It would be okay if we had nothing on at all. And, here we are!” They could tell they were at the right place. The two storey building was lit up like a giant Hearths Warming tree, so much so that Wayfair was sure it could be seen from Manehatten.

The next thing Wayfair noted, after the garishly decorated neon building, was the large gathering of ponies, zebras and griffons outside. Several families were leaving, as it was only early in the evening, but there were still a lot of young ones present. “Oh my…” the unicorn hadn’t blinked in what seemed like forever, “It looks so...bright and well, in your face!”

“Trixie is an illusionist,” said Sunny Day as they got out of the taxi, “And she uses modern science for most of her act. As a magic using unicorn, she’s apparently still weak in that area.”

“So...” Wayfair had to struggle to get her brain around that, “Hang on...she's a unicorn, doing illusions, but she doesn't use actual magic?”

“Her skill with magic is limited, so, for the most part, that is true,” Sunny Day clarified as they joined the line and made their way inside the brightly lit building. The marquee of events were listed on the inside, and that caught the pegasus’s attention, “She does have a show at seven thirty, if you'd like to start with that?”

“Oooh I see, I get it,” Wayfair struggled as soon as she set hoof in the ground floor of the building, this time because of the bright lights, the sounds of the arcade machines, the sounds of the users of said machines – both cheers and boos – and the excited squeals of many foals running around, “And yes, please, I want to see her show.”

“We can get a light meal while we wait,” offered Sunny Day, “Or I can see if I can beat you at an arcade game. In case you're wondering, Tavi can often beat Celestia, so there’s hope for anypony.”

Lost amid a vast sea of noise and lights, Wayfair cast her gaze around the arcade machines and eventually, she saw a game that she thought looked like a great deal of fun, “That one!”

Sunny Day looked where the unicorn was pointing, and her heart sank a bit. Why did it have to be Dance Dance Revolution, of all the infernal games she could have chosen, it had to be that one! “Lulu rules that stupid game. While I'm up for the challenge,” she thought quickly to get out of it, “Our garb will be exposed as we dance around.”

“Hum...” Wayfair tapped her hoof to her chin, “You're right. You chose, Sunny.”

“Tia is tired of Tavi beating her at that racing game,” the pegasus led the way over to the Mareo Kart machine, “But Sunny is not yet tired of Wayfair beating her.”

“Then let's have a go at the racing game, Sunny Buns!”

“If I win, you're Wayward,” Sunny Day giggled as they joined the short que to the game.

“If I win,” Wayfair giggled and bumped her rear into her marefriend’s and hugged her, “It'll be a miracle!”

Despite Sunny Day’s insistence that it was a simple game, Wayfair still had not played a video game in her life. It took her several moments to get the hang of steering the car on the screen. Once she had that down, she had to get to grips with the fact that somethings she ran over gave her bonuses and other things were penalties.

For a brief, all too brief, glorious moment, Wayfair was in the lead, then Sunny Day hit her with something that sent her kart spinning in a circle and like that, she had lost. “Your driving has left you wayward dear Wayfair,” the pegasus giggled as they got up to make room for next pair waiting, “Hitting the turtles is bad, but the stars are good. Coins give you points. I don't know what all the food items do, you'd have to ask Tavi for that.”

“Wow!” Wayfair squeed excitedly, even though she had lost, she was so excited she was dancing on her hooves, “That was so fast! How can anypony know what they're doing? It was a blur!”

“Don't ask me,” Sunny Day chuckled, savouring her rare win, “I usually avoid everything and count myself lucky if I make it to the end. I'll take you up to a dance after eleven. They close the ground floor to the outside, but open it to the second floor.”

“Mmmmm I could do a dance with you, Honey Buns.”

“You just want to see me shake my flank,” Sunny Day remarked, knowing it was absolutely true. “But I want to see you jiggle your beautiful teats. It's a date! Now, on to the show!”

Trixie Lulamoon, to Wayfair’s very great surprise – and delight - put on an exceptionally good show. Even though her hat covered her horn, there were times when she moved it and the disguised changeling could tell that she wasn't using actual magic for the magic.

A high level magic user such as herself could sense when a unicorn uses their horn, and this mare, to her credit, was not. After one particularly skilful illusion, where Trixie made miniature buckballs go inside two cups she had on a table, Wayfair whispered, “She's really not using magic! Look how skilled she is!”

“Sadly, that was the problem with her first encounter with Tia's student,” Sunny Day replied, her voice covered by thunderous applause, “Twilight's friends made fun of her for not using 'real' magic.”

“But...” Wayfair was distracted when Trixie placed her hat on the stage, then lifted it to reveal a small display of indoor fireworks that erupted to a chorus of ooohs and aaaahs, “Couldn't they see the mare’s skill?”

“It is possible to be blinded by what you know,” Sunny Day softly nuzzled the unicorn’s cheek, “And not see what you see.”

“It takes a lot to open those eyes, huh?”

“Want to try and get her autograph?”

“Yes please! I'd love it!”

Not for the first time, Sunny Day giggled at Wayfair’s enthusiasm. Although, the appreciation of the showmare’s skill was something the pegasus could understand. “The autograph is free,” she whispered, “But the merch that she will sign is not. Would you like a poster for your room?”

“Yes!” Wayfair did a little happy dance, before her marefriend led her from the seating pads over to the merchandise stands, where the mare wearing a replica Trixie hat was happy to sell them the poster, but she did ask them nicely to wait until the foals had gotten their autographs first.

“Welcome,” Trixie greeted them after the show, “I hope you enjoyed the Great and Entertaining Trixie's show tonight?”

“It was amazing, ma'am!” even though all the foals had already had their autographs and photo opportunities, Wayfair was just as excited, if not more so, than any of them had been.

“Thank you, thank you,” Trixie was genuinely flattered as she took the offered poster and turned it around to face her, “And to whom should Trixie make this out too?”

“To Wayfair, please ma'am! Honestly,” the purple unicorn squeed, “I've never seen magic without magic before!”

“The art of illusion is to leave you guessing where the magic come from,” Trixie stated before she signed the poster. Although she took the pen in her mouth to sign it, Sunny Day could tell that the showmare’s horn was lit under the hat, and that the pen never actually touched the poster. Nonetheless, a fancy signature with a 'glad you enjoyed the performance, Wayfair' was left behind on the picture.

“I agree,” the pegasus said graciously, “You have really found your place among the magicians, Trixie.”

“It’s good to have fans that can appreciate illusions. Thank you,” Trixie returned the poster to Wayfair and almost immediately, the adult behind her in the line was ready for their autograph.

“That was so cool!” Wayfair squealed in foalish delight, “I got her autograph! This will look awesome on my wall!”

“It totally will,” Sunny Day then cast her eyes upwards to the floors above, “Are you ready to go upstairs?” when the unicorn nodded her head, the pegasus led her to the stairs. After an ID check, they were let through the doors of the first floor. A desk just inside the doors had a standard waver for them to sign. Then, with that done, they were in.

The majority of the floor was taken up by a vast dance floor with tables dotted around the outside for the patrons to socialise. Wayfair could see that almost all the ponies already there were wearing something, and everything was sexual in nature to a greater or lesser degree.

While her marefriend was staring at the ponies, doms and subs alike, Sunny Day trotted over to the cloak room to put away their two cloaks. “Ready to party, my pretty maid?”

“Y-Ye-Yes Mistress,” Wayfair was shaken from her staring, particularly at a dominant unicorn mare who was using her submissive earth pony stallion as a seat, “I am more than ready to party!” she couldn’t wait to get in on this action.

That was what Sunny Day wanted to hear. She pulled an old style wooden ruler from under her wing and, after showing it to her pet, she placed it back. “We shall see. Fetch me a merlot from the bar, and something for yourself,” she then pointed to an empty table near the wall, “I'll be there.”

“Yes Mistress! At once, Mistress!” Wayfair turned and trotted off to the bar, making sure to keep her tail up high to give a good view of her goodies along the way, not just for her Mistress, but to anypony who cared to look. And a few of the doms did look. At the bar, she thought the drinks were a little overpriced, but the staff were friendly. “Hi mate,” she addressed the bartender, “Can I please have a glass of merlot for my Mistress and I'll have um...a pint of stable hopper beer, please.”

The stallion, whose name tag read, Last Drop, inclined his head politely. “Of course. I do hope our place is up to your high cleaning standards,” he smirked at his joke as he poured the glass of wine, “Bottle of beer, or in a glass?”

Wayfair giggled, joining in with the humour, “It's amazing! Um, I’d like a glass, please sir.” Last Drop dutifully poured the bottle into a glass and he placed both glasses on a tray. Wayfair paid the one hundred and fifty bits and she took the tray in her mouth so she could carry it over to her Mistress at their table.

Waiting and ready. Sunny Day pointed her ruler at the table, “Please clean that and the seating pads with your tail.”

“Hmhmmmm!” even though she was still holding the tray in her mouth, and even though she was completely sure the pads and the table were clean already, Wayfair obediently turned and wagged her tail first over the table and then the pads. There was a little drool on the tray by then, but she was more concerned with the few eyes now pointed at her.

Appreciatively, Sunny Day played with one of Wayfair's ears with the ruler, “You're doing a very good job swishing that dust away.”

“Mmmmmm th-thank you Mistress!” Wayfair, having drawn the attention of those nearby, flicked the ear that the ruler had been playing with. The attempt to speak put more drool on the tray, something she noted when she carefully placed it on the table.

Thankfully, Sunny Day didn’t interfere with that delicate manoeuvre. “Your merlot, Mistress,” the unicorn presented the glass and bowed her head.

“I've never really been a beer drinker,” Sunny Day said as she took her merlot and sipped it, “They do serve good drinks here.”

“A Trottingham staple, Mistress,” Wayfair said after she had taken a drink of her beer.

“This is where the real money is made,” Sunny Day remarked as she sat on her seating pad, “Drinks, snacks, and the private rooms rented by the hour.” She lowered her voice so that Wayfair had to lean in to hear her, “There are about eight nobles in here that I recognize. None of whom cause Tia any problems. Look around you and see if there is something you'd like to try.”

Gently sipping her beer, Wayfair had a good long look around at the assembled crowd. The subs being used as seating pads and / or tables did appeal to her, but not today. Hoof worship was definitely on her list, but she kept on looking and thinking. “Have you ever considered watersports, Mistress?”

“Um, no,” Sunny Day shifted uncomfortably on her seating pad, “But I'm game to try new things. I think that would require a private room with a shower.”

“I would have to agree, Mistress. While we're on the subject, is there anything you'd like to try?”

“Over there,” Sunny Day pointed to two tables away with four ponies sat around it, “Both those couples are doing public humiliation. That stallion sub is drinking his wine from a dog dish with the Mistress's hoof in the dish. She is pouring the wine down her leg and he is lapping it up. That unicorn mare is using her horn to stab hors d'oeuvres and feed them to her Master.”

When Wayfair couldn’t stop looking at the scene, Sunny Day was given an idea. “Wait here,” she got up and, at the bar, she chatted with Last Drop, then she returned to the table wearing a satisfied smile. She lifted up her wine glass in a wing, “Please wait before you drink any more beer.”

Moments later, two waiters and a waitress came over carrying a pie pan, a chocolate fondue and a variety of chopped fruits and a towel, which they placed on the table and left. Sunny Day pointed a hoof at the towel, “Please clean my right forehoof.”

“Of course Mistress,” even though she was a unicorn, Wayfair didn't think to use her magic. Instead, she dropped to her knees and she took the towel in her mouth, her Mistress’s hoof in hers, and she cleaned that hoof with the same diligence she used when polishing the royal silver.

Once the pegasus’s hind hoof was shining and clean, Sunny Day moved the pie pan from the table to the floor. There, she put her hoof in it, and then she poured what was left of Wayfair’s beer into the pan. “You may drink as needed, but I do like my fruit fully dipped in chocolate. Horn delivered, of course.”

“I understand, Mistress,” though she was looking down at the pegasus’s submerged hoof, she lit her horn and, after dipping a piece of fruit completely in the melted chocolate, she floated it in her magic to Sunny Day's mouth while she remained on her knees.

Without warning, the wooden ruler smacked each of Wayfair’s ass cheeks twice, with a loud crack! That drew more than a few interested stares. “You have made an error by using your horn. I want you to spear a piece of fruit, dip it in the chocolate and then present it to me to be eaten.”

“Aaaaa...mmph!” Wayfair squeaked, then she ended up muzzle first in the pie tin, her lips pressed against Sunny Day's hoof thanks to the smacks to her ass, which stung like the dickens! “S-Sorry Mistress, I understand for next time, Mistress.”

“Still hungry…”

The smacks from the ruler got a lot of attention, and the ponies on the tables were looking and whispering to each other, wondering what was going to happen next. Wayfair loved it. “Of course, Mistress!” the unicorn blushed with deep, deep embarrassment as she speared two pieces on her horn and she dipped those - plus her horn - into the chocolate. Cheeks bright red, she presented her horn to her Mistress's lips.

Fully aware of the watching audience, Sunny Day made a big deal of slowly removing the fruit with her lips and tongue, and a lot of necessarily unnecessarily loud sucking noises. “Well done, pet. Do take the time to stay hydrated, but do keep up on my snack delivery.”

Wayfair noted, in the periphery of her vision, a griffon dom at a nearby table with a unicorn sub had just had a chocolate fondue delivered. That made her so proud! “MmMMmmmm!” she murmured on her knees. She had her tail well up and flagging, obviously aroused and when she lowered her head down to lap at her beer – purposefully getting Sunny Day's hoof too - those nearby could see just how aroused she was.

After five such deliveries of fruit, Sunny Day took a piece in her wingtip, which she dipped in the chocolate and she presented it to Wayfair. “Do make sure the feather is clean too, pet.” With her muzzle dripping with beer, the unicorn delicately plucked the fruit from the pegasus's wing tip. Swallowed it, and sensuously sucked her primary feather clean. “Very well done, pet.”

Almost on cue, another fondue was delivered to a table with two pegasi, and they started feeding each other in the same way. Glancing side to side, Wayfair smirked at Sunny Day, then winked at her, communicating via pointed nods to the tables copying them why she looked so proud. That done, she went back to her beer, and her Mistress’s hoof.

Sunny Day enjoyed the feel of the tongue on her hoof for five minutes. Then, when she judged she hadn’t been fed in a while, she gently tapped her pet’s nose with the ruler. Thanks to the tap, Wayfair knew how long to leave before serving her again. “Pardon me, Mistress,” she got up and speared two pieces of fruit on her horn, covered them in chocolate and presented them to the waiting mare.

The white pegasus found she was enjoying providing a show at removing and eating the fruit. Being the centre of attention was something she liked, a lot. Wayfair could feel Sunny Day’s happiness, and she in turn felt a great degree of pleasure, satisfaction and pride at being the source of the happy in her Mistress. With more gusto, the unicorn noisily slurped from the bowl to make a better show of it, as she did too with serving Sunny Day her fruit.

When she noticed the beer in the bowl running low, Sunny Day ordered a refill for them both. “Last one pet,” she said as she poured the Stable Hopper into the pie pan, “Then we will move on to other activities.”

After taking another piece of chocolate covered fruit from her lover’s wingtip, Wayfair thanked her Mistress and she made a great show of tongue cleaning the pegasus's primary feathers, before returning to her lap up her beer.

As she was served the last piece of the fruit, Sunny Day proceeded to make a great show of the hornjob to remove it from her pet’s horn. In fact she was practically fellating it when a blushing waitress came over to their table. “We here at Trixie’s would like to thank you for your patronage,” Grass said, “But we do request that overtly sexual acts be done in a private room.” She then removed the empty fruit platter and the fondue fountain before scurrying away.

Cheekily, Sunny Day got in one last lick to Wayfair’s horn, and she delighted in the fact she had reduced the unicorn to a quivering trembling horny mess of one very aroused mare. “I…I-I think t-that's us told, Mistress…” she panted on her knees.

“To be fair, I was pushing the policy,” Sunny Day said as she finished the last of her merlot, “Do finish your beer pet and clean my hoof. I'm curious as to what beer pedicure has done for me.”

“At once, Mistress,” Wayfair lowered her head to the beer filled tin and lapped it up like the best most well trained puppy, all the time tongue lashing the white mare's hoof.

After a full two minutes of hoof worship, Sunny Day lifted her pet’s head up. “I do think we should move on before the waitress comes back over.” When Wayfair stood up, she was greeted by a thunderous round of applause from the surrounding tables.

Smirking, Sunny Day led the way to a side desk. “My maid needs instruction. Do you have warded rooms?”

Clear Horizon, the attendant unicorn, looked up from his paperwork. “Is your pet a class one mage?”

“No,” Sunny Day replied, even though she was sure and certain that the disguised changeling was such a mage.

“Then, yes we do,” Clear Horizon beamed, “The hourly rate is two hundred bits.”

Sunny Day dutifully placed a bag of four hundred bits on the desk, “If we run long will we be interrupted?”

“No ma’am,” Clear Horizon shook his head, “You will just have to pay for any extra time when you leave. If you should only use an hour, you'll be refunded your deposit.”

“Thank you,” Sunny Day inclined her head politely.

“Room two one zero is yours,” the stallion waved them towards the room they had booked, “Enjoy your stay at Trixie's Emporium.”

As they walked into the room, Sunny Day felt the magical dampening field that would have scuppered a lesser magic user, but it had no effect on her illusion, nor did it affect Wayfair. “I doubt this would stop a class two mage, but it is an effort.” The slutty teacher then pulled out some fake glasses and she put them on her muzzle to complete the ‘look’. “Such a naughty pet you are, what with all that moaning in the common room.”

“I couldn't help it, Mistress!” Wayfair protested, but not too much, “Your lips on my horn...the ponies watching me...you had me so aroused!”

Sunny Day shushed her with the flat of the ruler to the unicorn’s lips, “Face the other way and lift your tail.”

“Yes Mistress,” obediently, Wayfair turned around and she lifted up her already flagging high tail so it was resting on her back, showing off her marehood all puffy with arousal and leaking her juices on to the floor between her spread hind legs.

Behind her pet, Sunny Day administered a light slap to the unicorn’s ass cheeks with the ruler then she turned it sideways, dragging the edge between the unicorn’s dripping wet folds, ending with a love tap to her hard exposed clitoris. “Turn back.”

The ‘gentle’ tap to her clit was enough to make the aroused unicorn whimper with barely supressed need. The smell already in the room attested to said arousal, and she turned around. Once she was facing her, Sunny Day made a big show of licking the glistening ruler. “My, oh my, you are quite aroused, aren’t you?”

“Y-Ye-Yes Mistress, I am, Mistress!”

“Stay perfectly still, pet,” Sunny Day ordered, before she walked around her submissive, running a wing softly over, under, and all around her. She purposefully made sure to spend extra time with her primary feathers in Wayfair's wet marehood. “Taste for yourself your arousal, pet.”

It was only through a supreme act of will that made Wayfair stay perfectly still during the extremely thorough feathery inspection. When she was offered the feather, she obediently sucked it clean. Once her feather was cleaned to her satisfaction, Sunny Day got on the bed, “I'm a slutty school teacher. Use me, pet.”

“Only too happy to, Mistress!” Wayfair purred as she crawled onto the bed and between the pegasus’s open hind legs, where she kissed her way up her white inner thighs. Smirking, the unicorn took the flimsy material that was the mare’s panties in her teeth and ripped them off in one smooth motion. “Much better.” Now with unfettered access, she kissed all around her exposed mound.

The disguised changeling could sense her lover was giving off a great deal of satisfaction, the ripping off of her panties spiked it. Wayfair then used her hooves to spread Sunny Day's hind legs further apart. Leaning in, she slurped her tongue all the way from her tailhole to her clit. Sighing happily, the pegasus moved a hoof to rest on Wayfair's head just above her horn. “Can the student teach the teacher?”

“We'll see, Mistress…” Wayfair replied, kissing very gently around Sunny Day's labia to tease her. Then, she slid her tongue deep inside her wet muscular tunnel, where she swirled it around her inner depths. Going with the flow, the pegasus allowed the ruler to drop out from under her wing and onto the bed. When she judged her marefriend was sufficiently warmed up, she adjusted her position so she could scissor her.

While Sunny Day did provide some resistance to Wayfair moving her head, once she was in position, she turned her attention to the rear hoof presented to her, and she gathered up the ruler in her forehoof. “You are a sexy mare, Mistress,” Wayfair purred as she started to grind her crotch down.

Jolts of pure electric pleasure shot through Sunny Day, who ground right back, determined to give as good as she got. After just a few short moments, the unicorn began panting hard, her intense arousal bringing her to the edge quicker than usual. It was then, when she was close to reaching her orgasm, that the pegasus slapped her hind hoof hard with the ruler. “OoooOOOW M-Mistressss!”

“Teachers should always lead the class,” Sunny Day smirked, ruler held ready to slap her pet’s hoof again, “My student needs to try harder.”

Whimpering a pained, “Y-Yes Mistress…” Wayfair started to grind her pussy again into Sunny Day's crotch with renewed vigour. This time though, she used her magic to vibrate the pegasus’s wings and nipples. If her Mistress wanted to cum, then she would make her cum!

As soon as she felt the vibrations pulse through her sensitive wings and feathers, Sunny Day dropped the ruler again. When she felt the magic vibrate her teats and nipples, she arched her back under her lover. Then, as Wayfair slid their clits together, she screamed her climax to the heavens. She rode rides out her first orgasm and started to push back and go deeper in the grinding.

“MmmmMMMMM fuuuuck yes!” Wayfair moaned and screamed as she was bought up again to the point of her climax. This time, her Mistress didn't stop her, and nor did she let up on the vibrations. It was a good thing too, because the pegasus was happy to go for two. After Wayfair had her one, she kept on scissoring her, but she stopped the magic.

Without the magical assault on her wings, Sunny Day found she could think again. She brandished the ruler in her wing and she played a drum solo of love taps on the unicorn's hefty heavying bouncing teats. The added pain from the ruler on her teats was enough to give Wayfair her second climax. “Fuck...th-that was amazing!”

Underneath her, Sunny Day was a panting mess of fur and feathers. “I agree, you get an A plus for the class.”

“Wo-Wohoo!” a tired Wayfair panted, and she fell on her side on the bed, facing her Mistress, a happy smile on her face. Sunny Day then moved closer so she could start snogging her face off. The sweaty unicorn was only too happy to indulge in that, and she held her in her hooves as she made out with her.

“I have so needed this for a long time…” Sunny Day smiled, lovingly kissing the purple mare’s lips.

“Hmmmm,” Wayfair grinned, “We're so cumming here again, Sunny Buns.”

“I'm even willing to overlook the insufficient warding that should have saved my wings,” she grinned widely and winked, knowing full well that the wards in the club were nowhere near strong enough to stop Chrysalis’s magic, to say nothing of her own.

“I’ll admit it was a dirty move,” Wayfair winked, “But it made you cum!”

“That it did,” Sunny Day ruefully agreed, “And I didn't say you couldn't use magic.” She then leant in close and kissed her marefriend’s lip, “I'll have to be a stricter teacher next time.”

Without apology, Wayfair returned the kiss, “I'm a resourceful maid.”

“Change into your true form, please.”

“Yes Mistress,” the changeling summoned the green magical flames and, in a flash, Wayfair was gone, and Chrysalis was laid in her place wrapped in Sunny Day’s legs. Sunny Day looked into green eyes that had been blue and she moved her head forward slowly for a light kiss. With her lips still on Chrysalis's, she said, “Back to Wayfair please.” When the flash of magic had died away, Wayfair was the one receiving the kiss, which deepened until they separated. “I’m getting better, but I still need some more time, okay?”

Wayfair smiled warmly and kissed Sunny Day's nose, “We have all the time in the world, Sunny.”

The pegasus sighed. Chrysalis always said that, every time without fail. “I'm ready to go back to the hotel, and I want to be the little spoon tonight.”

“Good thing I'm in a big spoon mood, huh?” the unicorn gave her marefriend one last hug and a nuzzle before getting up off the bed.

Getting up as well, Sunny Day placed the ruined pair of panties in her school jacket so that they hung out. “These are coming out of your salary, my pretty maid.”

“Meh,” Wayfair shrugged as her Mistress waved off any attempt at a refund at the front desk, and she giggled, “Totally worth it.”

At the top of the stairs, Sunny Day paused, “Is the arcade downstairs adults only now?” when the mare at the counter nodded her head, the pegasus shot a sly look at her lover, “Did somepony challenge me to Dance Dance Revolution?”

“You know what?” Wayfair returned the sly look, “I'm feeling lucky after my loss on the racing game. Let's do it.”

When they started playing the game, Wayfair soon found that Celestia really had four left hooves, which was why she spent her time doing the greetings at the Grand Galloping Gala, so she didn't have to dance. Sunny Day discovered that, as they played the game, that Wayfair was only a teeny bit better than her. Where she was four left hooves, Wayfair was four right hooves.

Eventually, after several rounds of dancing, it transpired that Wayfair won, but only by a couple of games. Pleased, Sunny Day did a happy dance, “I wasn't embarrassed!” And she hadn’t been. Luna usually trounced her unceremoniously at that game. It was nice for once to play against somepony as bad as she was.

“That was so much fun!”

An exhausted and sweaty Sunny Day leant against Wayfair for support, “It was, but I'll let you keep the win one out of one.” In taxi on the way back to hotel, she said, “The fruit and chocolate was a nice snack. How are you doing? You hungry?”

“A little, yes Mistress,” almost as if on cue, the mare’s belly rumbled loudly, “I could use a snack.”

“I do hope you are looking for food,” said Sunny Day as she affectionately nuzzled her mare, “The hotel kitchen is open late, so we can do some room service before we go to bed.”

“I am looking for food,” very wisely, Wayfair chose not to say 'which' food she was looking for, lest she upset the mare inside the pegasus, “So kitchen food is good with me.”

A smirk crossed the pegasus’s muzzle, “I'm sure they prepare it with love and devotion, maybe more so than that happy meal you had the other day.”

Wayfair joined in with Sunny Day’s sudden fit of giggles, “You remembered!”

“Yes I did,” the smile on Sunny Day’s face was a warm and genuine one, as was the kiss that she gave the unicorn, “And I'm happy I did.” The two mares made out in the back of the taxi. One kiss became two, and three, the third was a long, long kiss, with hooves caressing each other’s ears. They didn’t even notice the vehicle move, and they didn’t notice it arrive at the hotel. They were snogging together until the driver had to toss them out.

Once they were in the hotel, Sunny Day scampered across the empty lobby to the elevator like an overgrown filly. Chuckling, Wayfair gave chase after her, giggling all the way. Inside, they made out all the way up as they were alone in the elevator. When they got to their floor, they fell out of the elevator still snogging, managing to make a couple of stuck up ponies snort in alarm.

Thoroughly ignoring them, Sunny Day opened their door, “I want a Maretrainian salad,” she said, “And do that pole dance again, please.”

“You got it, Sunny Buns!” Wayfair picked up the phone and she got to ordering. She requested two of the Maretrainian salads, a merlot for her marefriend and a beer for herself. Just in time, as the knock from the waiter banged on the door, Wayfair started to dance in the middle of the room.

Sunny Day bade the waiter to enter, and as it happened, it was the same earth pony stallion from the day before. Wayfair gave him a very sexy wink as she danced, and he did a better job of staying focused as he set the food on the table. The pegasus again slid off the bed and gave him a one hundred bit tip this time. “We are such naughty mares,” she said when they were alone.

“Yeah we are,” Wayfair readily agreed, “And I like it.”

Sitting at the hotel room’s table, Sunny Day enjoyed her salad and her wine, which she lifted up her glass in a salute, “I’m glad you remembered.”

Wayfair lifted up her beer in a return salute, “I know what my Mistress likes.”

“I had fun today.”

“I really enjoyed today too, Sunny.”

As they were sat together, quietly enjoying each other’s company, Sunny Day found herself reflecting on how she had been acting as a dom, and, after a great degree of soul searching, she had to admit to herself that she was still being selfish about it. Looking at her empty plate, she made up her mind, “I'm going to draw you a bath.”

Wayfair – and most importantly, Chrysalis’s - ears perked up, very much alert, when she heard that. “Mistress?” This was certainly new to her. She had bathed Celestia several times before, but this was the first time ever that Celestia had offered to bath her.

“I'll be just a moment,” Sunny Day smiled over her shoulder and then she trotted off to the bathroom. Wayfair was left alone, sitting on the floor of the hotel room. She had her head to one side, thinking back to the books she had borrowed from Octavia.

After running the hot water for a bit, Sunny Day called out, “You can come in, the bath is ready.” Getting up, Chrysalis slowly walked into the bathroom like she suspected a trick, because she remembered the abusive months. But, once she was in the bathroom, she smiled broadly and her fears vanished when she saw the pegasus sitting at one end of the tub with room in front of her.

Not only was it hot water, it was lavender scented bubbly hot water, and her Mistress had drawn it for her! For her! She hissed a little as she slid in, the water rising to her chest, “Mmmmm the water's looooovely, thank you!”

When she was in the water, Sunny Day used a grooming brush to clean Wayfair's purple coat. “I wanted to talk about our session at Trixie's.”

Practically purring at the feel of the brush in her coat, the unicorn’s ears perked up, suddenly alert, “D-Did I do something wrong, Mistress?”

“No,” Sunny Day spoke softly, “You were the best sub, but was I the dom I should be? Talk freely Wayfair. It's been two years and I think this is the first time I've just wanted to talk about us.”

Wayfair let out a deep breath, “I really enjoyed it, Mistress. Making me drink the beer from the tin with your hoof in it was so humiliating, and so hot!”

“What about my smacking you?” the pegasus asked cautiously, “I still worry I'm losing control. You don't use your safe word very often.”

“Because I don't need to,” Wayfair shuddered happily when Sunny Day brushed out a tangle in her fur, “Smacking my hoof was a surprise, but I loved the way it hurt.”

“I'm happy to know that.” And she really meant it, too, “I want to do this for the both of us. I've been told it is the sub that initiates play, and the sub that stops it. Do you think you have that power?”

In the water, Wayfair thought about that for a moment. A long, very long moment. Ultimately, there was only one answer, and both mares knew it, too. Chrysalis decided in the end that honesty was the best policy. “Not until recently, Mistress.”

Celestia greatly appreciated how honest her marefriend was being with her. Her respect for Chrysalis went up a good few notches then. It gave her the confidence to ask the next question. “And the times I have you change to Chrysalis and then right back to Wayfair?”

“I...” the unicorn lowered her head, but, as her mane was being ever so gently brushed for her, she found the courage to look up, into the other mare’s eyes. “I would like it if I was myself for longer, Mistress, but...you say you need time.”

“Change, please.” Without a moment’s pause, the magical green flames consumed Wayfair and a split second later, she was Chrysalis, and the brush suddenly slid off smooth black chitin instead of purple fur. Sunny Day continued to clean her, and now she took care to clean the changeling’s wings with a soft cloth. “I am working on it. But…” in a flash of magic, the pegasus changed to Celestia and the added mass sent some bathwater over the edge, “Is it possible for us to talk like Sunny and Wayfair?”

“I don't see why not, Mistress,” Chrysalis shivered with nerves as Celestia cleaned her shiny gossamer thin wings. Her extremely delicate and fragile gossamer wings.

After she had finished with the wings, Celestia moved onto Chrysalis's long, turquoise mane. “I...I still think there is something between us. Something that is there between Sunny and Wayfair. I call it formality.”

“I agree there is a formality, Mistress,” Chrysalis smiled broadly, a smile that showed off her sharp white teeth, “But that's progress.”

Using her powerful magic, Celestia lifted Chrysalis up so she could clean Chrysalis’s undercarriage and she inspected her submissive’s ass, “I wonder at times if formality is how I am, or if I can even be informal.” After seeing no damage, the alicorn used the soft cloth on the changeling’s rear.

“I suppose it's hard to shake habits that are millennia old, Mistress,” commented Chrysalis as she was inspected, and a thought occurred to her, a thought that she was sure went a long way to explaining Celestia’s attitude, “May I ask a question?”

“I said you could speak freely,” said Celestia as she caringly cleaned her marefriend’s intimate areas with the cloth in her hoof.

Chrysalis giggled, for the cloth was tickling parts of her that the sun didn’t illuminate, “That you did. Okay, did you always know you were going to ascend to alicornhood, and rule the sun?”

“From birth, no,” replied Celestia, who wondered where her lover was going with this, “But I learned at a very young age what Luna and I were destined for. Our foalhood was stolen from us for the better of the whole.”

The changeling looked quite saddened at that, because like the alicorn before her, she had been shaped from hatching to fulfil a role in her society. “All those centuries of duty and expectation and such, it's no wonder you worry you can't be informal.”

“I was taught that duty comes first, second and third. I was taught well, and I carried out my duties. Sometimes one must make sacrifices for the greater good.”

“Then,” Chrysalis mused, “We are each other; it seems.”

“In terms of goals maybe, but I think our methods differ.” Then, Celestia thought of something, something she had been rather curious about for some time, ever since the invasion and again since Chrysalis had been part of her life. “Does changing your form grant you healing?”

“It does, Mistress,” Chrysalis agreed with a nod of her head, “Just like I can command the molecules in my body to change shape, I can use the same magic to heal a wound. It's just reorganising the atoms.”

“I will have to make a note of that should I want to show off my markings on you,” Celestia found that idea rather appealing, “If you changed back would they still be gone?”

“They would, but I can make them reappear as easily as they heal. Light wounds like welts and scars heal without thinking about it. More severe wounds require the body to shut down for as long as is necessary.”

Moving forwards in the bath, Celestia wrapped Chrysalis up in a tight body hug. “When I got you out of that camp I was hoping for any excuse to end you. It would have ended me too, only I'd still be alive. Now I want more but my mind drags me back to that day,” she affectionately nuzzled the changeling’s ear, “How much longer will you give me?”

“As long as it takes,” Chrysalis said, nuzzling the alicorn's ear, “I can feel you changing. Hate became hope became happiness,” she wrapped her forelegs around Celestia's shoulders, “You are worth waiting for, Mistress.”

Celestia gazed lovingly into Chrysalis’s big green eyes, “I will try to be a fair Mistress, but if I turn harsh let me know, and if I turn soft let me know. I am enjoying being your Mistress, but it is no fun if you don't enjoy it too.”

“I promise, Mistress, you'll be the first to know,” Chrysalis gazed into Celestia’s ageless eyes, eyes that were heavy with time and the things she had seen, but also soft and kind. Eyes she loved. “It's taken me a while to know what I like. I like the humiliation play like we did tonight, and when you spank me, the endorphins just feel so good!”

“It’s a start, Chrysalis. I no longer think you are something you are not,” Celestia licked all the way up Chrysalis’s ear, “I think we could be something more, and I admit that scares me a little. I don't like being scared, but it’s a fear of my own making.” She licked the other ear and whispered, “A clever unicorn named Clover the Clever said ‘fear has a large shadow, but he himself is small’”

Chrysalis then shuddered at the slow sensuous lick to her ear, “I would be honoured to share that fear, and conquer it in the sharing.”

“When I figure it out, I'll share it,” Celestia said before lighting her horn and changing to Sunny Day in a flash of golden magic, “I believe I'm to be the little spoon tonight, yes?”

In a flash of green flames, Chrysalis became Wayfair once more. “You just want to feel these teats all night long,” she said with a dirty wink.

“I don't have any complaints about that, for sure,” Sunny Day got out of the bath, helped Wayfair out of the tub, then she gave a towel to Wayfair and used hers to dry her lover.

Wayfair dried off Sunny Day, just like she was being dried, “Thank you, for the bath,” the unicorn nuzzled and kissed the pegasus’s ear, “I want you to know I appreciated it. It meant a lot to me that you did this for me.”

“I appreciated playing with wings other than my own,” Sunny Day kissed her lover’s lips and then she led them both back to the bed, where she climbed up onto the bed with her back to the middle. Wayfair quickly got on the bed and she hugged Sunny Day tight, pressed her teats into her back and kissed her ear. “Hold me close lest I fall. Good night, Wayfair.”

“I have you, Sunny,” Chrysalis squeezed her marefriend tightly, “Good night.”