We Are Each Other

Celestia woke up the next morning to raise the sun, but to her great surprise, she saw that Luna had already taken care of it for her. So, with her morning duties taken care of, she became Sunny Day and woke her sleeping lover and they went down for breakfast.

After a breakfast of scrambled eggs and pancakes, and with full bellies, Sunny Day and Wayfair took their bags and left the hotel. Trotting back to the palace, the purple unicorn was at first happy to just enjoy her company and the pleasantly warm morning sun. “You know,” she said presently, unable to be quiet for long, “That was a fantastic weekend!”

“I really enjoyed it,” Sunny Day started, then her smile wavered ever so slightly as her mood fell, “Now back to the hum drum life of a Princess and the inanity of the Day Court…”

As they crossed the cobbled streets towards the towering palace, Wayfair gave an over dramatic sigh that a certain fashionista in Ponyville would have been proud of, “Ho hum, back to the hum drum of a Princess's maid for me…”

Sunny Day’s smile reaffirmed itself on the white pegasus’s face, which meant the unicorn had been successful with her sarcasm. “I've heard you’re a pretty maid,” she responded with a tease, “And sometimes you’re a good maid.”

Giggling, Wayfair said, “Sometimes I’m good, but when I'm naughty, I'm really good.”

“That you are Wayfair,” Sunny Day agreed, walking in through the palace gates, ignoring the guards that saluted her, “That you are.” At the entrance to Celestia's rooms, the stopped and gave Wayfair a most affectionate nuzzle, “I'm going to be out all next week, up north dealing with yaks. I know you'll do your job, and thank you ahead of time for it.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Wayfair returned the nuzzle with one of her own, making it last for as long as she possibly could. “Please, come back safely.”

Following the extended nuzzle, Sunny Day reluctantly entered her room, at which stood the usual two guards who saluted their disguised ruler. Wayfair stared at the closed door for a long, long time before she turned and walked to her room. For the first time in a long while, there were no guards there. The first thing she did was to pin up the signed poster of Trixie on her wall.

A few hours later, just after eleven, there came a knock on Chrysalis’s door. The changeling had been relaxing on her bed in her natural form watching the fashion channel, and she wasn’t expecting a visitor. Not only that, but she couldn’t place the knock and she didn't hear any hoofsteps. Justly concerned, she turned into Wayfair and sat up on her bed. “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal Royal Ribbon, a very smiling, happy looking Royal Ribbon. “My oh my, you've gotten a lot taller, Bedpan,” she said with a laugh as she walked in and shut the door behind her.

“Royal Ribbon!” Wayfair squealed in sheer delight. The last pony in the world she had expected to see was stood right there!

After a long loving hug, Royal Ribbon stood back to admire the changeling’s current form. It was a lot taller and slimmer than Bedpan had been, she reminded her a lot of the fashion mare Sassy Saddles. “It is good to finally see you again. First the camp, then I got pregnant. Oh,” she paused, realising she had been rambling, “Should I bring her by sometime?”

Somewhat stunned, the changeling returned to her natural form in a flash of green flames, “You have a foal?”

“I do!” Royal Ribbon danced happily on her four hooves, “She will be one month old in two days. We picked the name Four Step. I think she will be a dancer.”

“That's amazing!” Chrysalis wrapped up her old friend in a tight hug that threatened to cut off her circulation, “Congratulations, Ribbon!”

“Thank you. So,” Royal Ribbon said when she was at last released from the hug and she felt blood flow return to her extremities, “It’s Wayfair now, hmm? It’s been such a long time since you left the camp. Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” Chrysalis sat down on her haunches, a complex look on her face as she internally went through several emotions, “I'm not gonna lie, it's been a rocky road, but now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel,” she then giggled, “And I’ll offer you a load of other clichés too.”

“I'm really happy for you,” Royal Ribbon embraced her friend, “I get letters from our success stories. To a one they all want to know if you are okay. I guess losing that hive mind was hard for a lot of them.”

“It certainly was hard for me. So, very, incredibly hard,” Chrysalis smiled grimly, before her smile softened, “Tell them...tell them, I'm okay.”

“I have, and I do, every time I get a letter,” Royal Ribbon replied, “But now I can say it with more confidence. Also, we have found bears are working as incubators. There was a little resistance but they are the largest wild animal that isn't sapient.”

“That's good to hear, really it is,” Chrysalis found her spirits greatly lifted at the good news, “You have done such good work with the camp and the changelings, beyond anything I could have wished for all that time ago back on the train.”

Royal Ribbon placed a hoof on Chrysalis’s shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly, “Nothing is without cost, and you're paying the heaviest price of all. Princess Luna told me about Sunny Day. Is it enough for you?”

“It is,” Chrysalis replied truthfully, “Because more and more I'm starting to see the pony beneath the illusion. She just needs time, and time is one thing we both have plenty of.”

The unicorn accepted that, “I'll keep working things at my end. I’m out of the camp and I live full time in Canterlot now, and my brother has moved to Canterlot from Manehatten. Oh,” a sudden thought came to her, “My other brother's wife will soon give birth. They’re going to call her Cyclone. Somepony for Four Step to play with.”

Chrysalis let out a deep, deep sigh that came from her soul, “Truly, I wish I could thank you properly. Just saying thank you doesn't seem enough. All this,” she gestured vaguely with her hooves to encompass everything around her and the whole country, “To think, it all started when we met on that train.”

The unicorn laughed, “You know, I didn't think that meeting would happen. I went to Princess Luna with this plan three months after the invasion.” She shook her head, banishing all this from her mind, “All water under the bridge.”

“You're right,” Chrysalis agreed, “We are here, and not there.” She then hopped up onto her bed where she got comfortable, “So, you are an aunt and a mother. You must tell me all about your filly! I want to know everything!”

“I can do better than that,” Royal Ribbon jumped up on the bed beside her friend and fished into her saddlebag with a hoof, “I have photos!”

The showing of the foal photographs took the best part an hour – Royal Ribbon had four complete albums of her young filly, her husband, her brother Tropical Storm and very pregnant sister in law, Monsoon - and then, after the last picture, it was be time for Royal Ribbon to head home. “Those were adorable!” Chrysalis clapped her hooves happily, “Next time you come, you must bring her with you!”

“I will!,” the unicorn gave Chrysalis a hug, “I'm rooting for you. Till next time,” at the door, she paused and she passed over a business card, “My number and address are there, if you want to stop in sometime.”

“You can count on it!” Chrysalis gave her a tight hug and nuzzle before she saw her out. Thinking quickly, she transformed into Wayfair and she walked with her to the gates of the palace.

~ ~ ~

Following Chrysalis’s visit with Royal Ribbon, the changeling had a quiet three days. She did her work in the mornings, relaxed in the royal gardens at midday and spent her evenings at the theatre. On the fourth day though, she got a pleasant surprise. The knock at her door was very familiar to her. It was one she recognised immediately. “Come on in, Shieldwall!”

The door opened and in stepped a Shieldwall who was smiling so wide that his smile seemed wider than his head, “Guess who the proud papa is?” he asked before he was even fully inside.

Chrysalis gave her excited friend an amused smile, “Is it you?”

“You're good at guessing games!” Shieldwall embraced his good friend in a tight hug, “Will you be here this Saturday?”

“I shall be,” Chrysalis replied when she was able to speak. Even without his armour, the earth pony stallion was still an earth pony. Large, powerfully strong and built like a brick outhouse. “Am I to have a special visitor?”

Shieldwall caught the amusement in the changeling’s voice and he gave her a friendly wink, “I was going to bring the little one to visit the palace. One month isn't too young to start his guard training.”

“You are quite right,” Chrysalis giggled, “I can't wait to meet my future guardspony.”

“Victory Gate and I were thinking of a picnic in the gardens,” explained Shieldwall, “He's a colt and we are still working on a name. I was thinking Portcullis, but she thinks it unwieldy, and she’s leaning toward Cold Iron. He’s grey and he does have a silver mane.”

“May I suggest Damascus?” offered Chrysalis from her admittedly short catalogue of names, “I understand it has many layers and makes for a strong keen edge.”

Unexpectedly, Shieldwall’s brows furrowed deeply, “Isn't that a Saddle Arabian name? I'm not sure I could even do that.”

All of a sudden, Chrysalis was unsure and wishing she hadn’t said anything at all. “I'm sorry, really don't know, Shieldwall, sorry…”

“That's okay, who knows what name the colt may end up with?” Shieldwall’s good nature returned and he gave the changeling a reassuring nuzzle. “Saturday, gardens, eleven in the morning. Bring an appetite and be prepared to be climbed on by a one month old.”

Nuzzling the large stallion, Chrysalis giggled, “Thank you for the forewarning, my friend, I still can't wait!” She saw him out of her room and she went back to her television. Saturday came very fast though, almost as if time was being messed with. Celestia was again absent, this time she had an engagement over in Manehatten. Disguised as Wayfair, Chrysalis was in the royal gardens at ten forty five in the morning. She was going to wear a dress, but she decided against it.

At five minutes past eleven, Shieldwall arrived in the gardens accompanied by his wife, Victory Gate and his small colt, who was laid on his mother’s back. “Wayfair!” the guard stallion exclaimed when he saw her, “I'm glad you made it!”

“My, this is one you speak of?” Victory Gate smirked at the unicorn, giving her an appraising once over, “She does have the makings of a good mother.” Shieldwall saw his wife pointing to his friend’s hefty teats, he gave her a pronounced eye roll and took the picnic basket from his back.

“You must be Victory Gate,” Wayfair offered her a hoof, which the powerfully built guardsmare duly bumped, letting Wayfair know she was not to be messed with, “Shieldwall speaks very highly of you.”

“Aye,” Victory Gate shot her husband a wry look, “And well he should, lest he experience the cold ground for a bed.”

Wayfair burst out laughing, “It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Very carefully, Victory Gate lowered herself to the ground, “I think it’s the wee one you really want to see,” she smiled over her back and, as she tucked her legs under her, the little colt was awake and looking all around at the strange gardens.

Beside her, Wayfair sat herself down, “Oh, he is just precious!”

Not far away, Shieldwall was busy preparing their picnic when Octavia walked – waddled – her way into the garden. “Lady Octavia!” on reflex, the earth pony guard snapped a crisp salute, while his wife bowed to the First Mare as best she could while on the ground.

The disguised Chrysalis bowed her head to the very large, very pregnant cellist, a smile on her face, “Nice to see you two again.”

Octavia, who was thoroughly hating being eight month’s pregnant, rolled her eyes at Wayfair’s joke. “I love him greatly, but I wish there was a bit more distance between us.”

“When you see the little one,” Victory Gate spoke up with earned wisdom, “You'll forget all the troubles before.”

“My Lulu has flittered off to Manehatten with her sister,” Octavia sighed dramatically, “And I heard there was a picnic. Room for one more?”

“Of course, Lady Octavia.”

Octavia huffed as she sat herself down next to Victory Gate and Wayfair, “Enough of that Shield, this is a picnic!” she smiled at the little colt who was crawling over his mother’s back, “Quite the handsome colt you have Victory.”

“Why thank you, Octavia,” the new mother giggled, “It’s such a relief he's not using my bladder as a buckball anymore.”

Wayfair snickered at that, “You do good work, Shieldwall.”

“I must say,” started Octavia, who rolled to her side to relieve the pressure on her vastly swollen belly, “You're acting quite restrained today, Wayfair. You’ve gone over a full minute without giving me a belly rub.”

“I'm sorry, it comes from trying to look in two places at once,” Wayfair gave up on her doomed to failure effort and she rectified her mistake, reaching out and placing a hoof on the earth pony mare's rounded belly. “I wonder if he'll say hello today?”

On cue, the colt kicked at the hoof like a buck ball champion, making Octavia gasp in pain and Victory Gate wince in sympathy, “Ouch, I felt that from here!”

“Good morning to you too, Prince Dusk,” Wayfair giggled and shook her now aching hoof, “Good thing I'm a unicorn. Guess I’m not going to be using that hoof for a while!”

Everypony gave Wayfair a good natured laugh as she shook her hoof. Victory Gate reached over, “My turn!”

“Haven't you had enough, love?” asked Shieldwall as he laid out the array of sandwiches and salads that they had prepared for the picnic.

“On the inside, yes,” Victory Gate answered her husband, “But now I'm on the outside.” She placed a hoof on Octavia’s round belly, a look of longing on her face.

This time, instead of kicking straightaway, Dusk moved around inside his mother and then he kicked, getting the strange hoof and Octavia’s bladder at the same time. Wayfair, looking elsewhere, was busy making cooing noises to the colt who, on wobbly legs, came over to see what the adults were doing. “On no,” she said in a deadpan voice, “I'm being climbed on, please help…”

“Alas,” Octavia snickered as the little colt crawled up onto Wayfair’s back, “I foresee your doom.”

Shieldwall laughed at his friend’s ‘misfortune’, “I did try to warn you.”

“As doom goes,” Wayfair shrugged, “This isn't so bad.”

“Ya ever think of having your own, Wayfair?” asked Victory Gate, who was still laser focused on feeling and caressing Octavia’s belly. She didn’t see her husband take on a guarded look, nor did she notice the darkened look on Wayfair’s face.

“I’m not sure there is a stallion worthy of her,” Octavia said before either of them could speak up and put their hooves in their mouths, “You took Shield out of the game, Victory.”

Chrysalis’s green eyes came through momentarily before she regained control and they reverted to Wayfair’s blue, though her face still dropped. She was thankful for Octavia's intervention, it gave her time to think of a reply, and not the hundreds of thousands – even millions - of drones she had personally created over the years. “Perhaps, Victory, maybe there's still time for me yet.”

“Nay meant to push you,” Victory Gate said apologetically, “I can say this one will have a sibling.”

“I believe in what you say, love,” Shieldwall said in an over loud whisper that they all heard.

Victory Gate shrugged, “He just enjoys the trying part.”

“Don't worry about it, Victory-eeeeeek!” Wayfair eeped a little as a set of tiny but strong hooves gripped her mane and pulled on it as the little colt climbed up, intent to see what was up there.

“I do believe I enjoyed the trying part too,” Octavia snickered.

“Food’s ready!” Shieldwall announced loudly now he had the spread all served up on plates. The colt on Wayfair must have heard his father, because he was moving south to see if there was a snack for him.

Wayfair giggled as she felt those tiny hooves going south, “Victory, I do believe your colt is hungry, if his current direction is anything to go by.”

“Aye,” Victory Gate smiled ruefully, “He's like is father in that respect. Pass him this way and I'll hook him up.”

“Like father like son?” Octavia giggled at Victory Gate’s nod as Wayfair very carefully passed him back to his mother. Once he was attached on her teats, the colt proceeded to drink his fill and fall asleep.

Octavia looked on enviously as Shieldwall set the plates in front of her and the others, “I can't wait till Dusk is doing that…”

~ ~ ~

It was a full week later when there came the very normal sound of Sunny Day knocking on Wayfair's door. What Celestia had hoped would have been a quick royal visit to Manehatten had quickly swelled into a week-long event. Not that she minded too much. Duty had to be done, but she was eager to spend time with her marefriend.

“Come on in, Sunny!”

Sunny Day hoofed open the door and she entered with a small saddlebag packed and ready. “I have my school uniform packed!” she sang happily.

Wayfair clapped her hooves excitedly. She knew what that meant. “Another trip to Trixie’s!” she squealed in delight, “I'll pack my maid outfit. I guess we will be able to get some arcade time in first?”

“You have guessed correctly, my clever maid!” Sunny Day hoof bumped the purple unicorn, “Let us go have some much needed fun together.”

As Wayfair quickly packed her maid outfit into her saddlebag, she had to agree that she needed the trip to Trixie’s. It had been two weeks since the last one, and she had been missing her marefriend. “With you, it’s always fun. Maybe this time, I'll get to beat you in Mareo Kart,” she giggled, “I'm bound to win sometime!”

“Maybe if I could beat you at that dancing game!” Sunny Day replied, before trotting out of the maid’s room and through the palace’s hallways to catch the taxi.

Wayfair had to trot to keep up, “You came close the last time, after we started dancing in your room.”

“And then you started using your sexy distraction techniques.”

“Says the one that couldn’t control her wing tips when she’s racing.” They both shared a laugh at that, neither of them denying that they blatantly put the other off. In the taxi, she said, “I think we both won when we told Luna and Octavia we weren't competitive so it didn't matter who won. Their faces! Priceless!”

Sunny Day snorted a laugh into her hoof, “Priceless indeed. Some ponies take it way too serious.”

“You're so right, Sunny,” Wayfair snuggled up tight and close under her marefriend’s white wing. She practically purred with contentment, for it had been a long two weeks and she had missed this!

Sunny Day was only too happy to keep Wayfair comfortable and warm in her feathery embrace until they arrived at the brightly lit night club. “Which should we do first, Mareo Kart, Dance Dance Revolution, or the bungie pull?”

“I'd rather play fall asleep under a wing,” Wayfair reluctantly disentangled herself from the pegasus’s wing and got out of the taxi, “Buuuut...let's go try the bungie pull.”

“We could always skip the games and just go upstairs?”

As tempting as it was, Wayfair shook her head, “No, we always do the arcade first. Gets us warmed up for the fun upstairs.”

“Bungie it is!” Sunny Day declared heroically.

“Alright! So...” Wayfair paused at the inflatable bungee run and tried to get a handle on the rules. “In this game we have to run away from the wall, and the cord around our waists pulls us back, right?”

“Don't forget you have to place the bean bag in the centre to see who wins.” After three games, Sunny Day ended up winning two to one, resulting in them both collapsing in a sweaty giggling mound of fur and feathers. “This is going to be my lucky day!”

Unfortunately, Sunny Day’s winning streak didn’t last very long. She lost the Dance Dance Revolution competition due to Wayfair's hefty dancing teats. She did win Mareo Kart though, because while her hooves operated the controls, her wings were all twitchy over those previously dancing teats.

Not that Wayfair minded the overtly twitching feathers. Not where they were currently twitching, anyway. “Oh no,” the unicorn snickered, “It seems your wings have foiled me again!” she giggled, “Whatever am I to do?”

“Sorry,” Sunny Day coughed in a totally unconvincing manner, “Not,” there came that cough again, “They are just so hard to control when I'm excited, you know that.”

“Just like these teats of mine,” Wayfair lamented playfully, “When I dance, they seem to have a mind of their own.” As well as the ability to defy gravity, but that was another issue.

“I guess we could tightly wrap our wings and teats to prevent that?” Sunny Day suggested, then a second later, both of them together yelled, “Nooooooo!” like they were Costner in The Bodyguard before collapsing on each other in a fit of laughter.

Wayfair, still laughing, pointed upwards with her horn, “Upstairs time?”

Sunny Day nodded and kissed the tip of her marefriend’s horn, “Totally upstairs time.”

“I love it when you say that,” Wayfair smiled and she kissed Sunny Day's cheek, then she took the lead up the stairs to the first floor, her tail held up high and her teats on full display for her Mistress to admire.

And, admire those teats she did. All the way up to the landing. “Today, I want you to put on your panties, but only those, and no magic use till we are in the room.”

“Yes Mistress,” Wayfair reached with a hoof into her saddlebag and she pulled out the pair of white panties, her favourite pair, with the sun logo on the front, and she slipped them up her hind legs with just her hooves until they were stretched across her butt.

Sunny Day admired the view a moment longer before she found them a table near the dance floor. “Fetch me a sweet white, your drink bowl and what you want to drink out of it, pet.”

“At once, Mistress!” Wayfair turned and obediently she trotted off to the bar.

Last Drop looked up from cleaning glasses and he smiled broadly at the oncoming mare. He knew he was in for the show of the night now for sure. “Good evening to you, Wayfair. What's today’s game. Oh,” it was then he saw what she was wearing, “Nice panties.”

“Today's game is a mystery, Mr last Drop,” Wayfair gave the bartender a knowing wink, “But my Mistress would like a sweet white, I'm allowed a Stable Hopper and my water bowl, if you please.”

When Last Drop placed the items on the bar, he couldn’t help but notice that the unicorn wasn’t using her magic, “Um, you need a tray for that?”

“If you'd be so kind, Mr Last Drop, I'd appreciate it,” Wayfair leant in close and she whispered, “I'm not allowed to use magic yet.”

“I understand,” Last Drop smirked as he placed the drinks and the bowl on a tray, “Back or mouth carry?”

“Mouth,” Wayfair winked, “My jaw muscles are very strong.”

“Just remember,” Last Drop smiled, “Sex in the private rooms.”

“Yes sir,” Wayfair took up the tray in her mouth and she carried it back to Sunny Day, who was waiting at their table by the dancefloor.

Sunny Day was sat on her seating pad tapping a hoof along to the electronic noise that passed as music. A few ponies were occupying the dance floor, looking for all the world like they were having seizures. She swept the bowl off the tray with a wing and she placed it on the floor between her hind legs as close to her crotch as she could get it. Then, she poured the beer into the bowl. Lastly, she took a sip of her wine. “Nice choice, now do keep your hind legs straight when you drink, my dear pet.”

“Yes Mistress,” Wayfair stood and she made sure to keep her hind legs straight as she bent at the waist to get to her bowl full of beer. She grunted a bit with the effort, because her large teats were getting in the way, but she eventually managed to lower her muzzle down to the floor.

Sunny Day was loving the show her marefriend was giving her, especially when she had to widen her stance because of her teats. Looking around the room, the pegasus took note of who was and who was not watching. It pleased her to see that more than half were focused on them. “Are you game for something different tonight?” she asked when Wayfair stood up.

After adopting a very wide stance, and having to use her forehooves to not overbalance, Wayfair stood up and, with a very wet muzzle, she sat on her pad. “I am, Mistress.”

“I read this article, about what you asked for the last time we were here, and it may be a little iffy out here.” Sunny Day hated the way she was suddenly rambling like her nerve was failing her, “I will try it before we go to the room, but how you feel matters to me. You can safe word out or just say no, okay?”

Wayfair, who was by now very much intrigued, urged her marefriend on with a motion of her hoof, “Go on, Mistress, I understand.”

“Keep yourself hydrated,” the pegasus ordered with a gentle smile, “After all the dance competitions between us, I don't care how I dance anymore. Tonight, we will dance together.”

Reminded of her beer in the bowl, Wayfair again did the wide legged bend at the waist and when she had drank her fill, she stood. “I'd like that very much, Mistress.”

And dance they did. Since neither of them was a particularly good dancer, they were quickly given plenty of space on the dancefloor, mostly to save the other pony's hooves. Wayfair personally couldn't care less how bad they both were, she was just happy to be dancing with her one true love. For every two dances they shared, they went back to their table for a drink break.

Once they had danced their eighth dance, Sunny Day had downed two large glasses of wine whereas Wayfair had been made to make her one beer last until they were done. When the bowl was at last empty, Sunny Day lifted herself up a bit and moved forward.

In position above the bowl, the dominant pegasus sighed, closed her eyes, and after releasing her bladder, she allowed a stream flow from her urethra. When she judged there was roughly two ounces of urine into the bowl, she sat back, eager to see what her pet would do.

As she watched her marefriend and Mistress fill her bowl, Wayfair’s eyes went wide as dinnerplates. She looked from Sunny Day to the bowl and back again three times, before she bit her lip and stood up. She looked down at the bowl, at the liquid in it, and she trembled. This was everything she had asked for!

Still trembling with anticipation, the unicorn bent at the waist. When her nose was less than an inch away from the bowl, she inhaled deeply. She savoured the smell of her Mistress’s pee, then she stuck out her tongue and began to lap it up. When Wayfair had finished, the pegasus said, “My turn. Kiss me, my pet, and you can use your tongue.”

“Yes Mistress,” with her tongue still wet, Wayfair leant in close and she laid a hot passionate kiss on Sunny Day's lips, her tongue sliding into her mouth.

Sunny Day did enjoy the tongue battle but, after she smacked her lips, she shook her head gently. “So, okay if we don't do that again?”

“I have no problem drinking your nectar, Mistress, but we don't have to share it if you don't like it.”

“It didn't taste like wine to be sure,” Sunny Day snickered, that taste still on her tongue. “We can do it again some other time, if you like. I thought the article a bit strange, but the fetish seems to have a following.” She then kissed her pet’s lips, “At first I didn't think you'd do it. You surprised me.”

“Then, I'm pleased I can surprise you, Mistress,” Wayfair bowed her head, “I've wanted to try that for a while now, so thank you.”

“I think it is time to let the school teacher out,” Sunny Day said after another kiss, then she whispered in her pet’s ear, “Magic is allowed in the room.” While the pegasus trotted off to get a room for an hour, Wayfair practically skipped to the room. Inside, Sunny Day quickly put on her slutty teacher uniform, glasses and all.

“I will never ever get tired of seeing you in that outfit, Mistress,” Wayfair openly ogled her slutty teacher, from her micro mini skirt, to her tight short shirt, to her red rimmed glasses. It was a truly magnificent sight.

Wearing an amused expression, Sunny Day held her wooden ruler in a wing and she tapped a forehoof with it. She knew what she wanted. “Chrysalis, front and centre.” She pointed the ruler to the middle of the room, right where she wanted her.

Obediently, Wayfair lit her horn and, in a flash of green light, she was gone, leaving Chrysalis stood in the private room. Walking forward, she stood at attention in the middle of the room. Sunny Day then sat back on the bed and spread her hind legs. “I'm still a bit damp down there. Clean me up, please pet.” Chrysalis bowed her head and stepped forward, her forked tongue lapping reverently at the pegasus’s wet marehood. At the first few licks, Sunny Day jumped and moaned, “That tongue is magic…”

“Hmm mMMmmmm…” Chrysalis lapped all around Sunny Day's dripping labia, then that magic tongue entered her, swirling all around her wet muscular walls. The squirming pegasus used a wing to hold the ruler against Chrysalis's horn to keep her in place. Smirking to herself, the changeling pressed her muzzle further into her Mistress's crotch, and she magically vibrated her clit while her tongue worked.

After just five minutes of that, Sunny Day reached her first orgasm of the evening, and the ruler left the back of Chrysalis’s horn and instead it slammed into her pet's ass. “Deeper!” Chrysalis, duly encouraged, used her changeling magic to extend her already long tongue, making it go deep into Sunny Day's tunnel, lapping right at her g spot.

The more Sunny Day got off, the more the ruler crossed Chrysalis's ass. The smacks weren't really that hard, and they were a bit erratic. Still, the stinging pain drove the changeling on to pleasure her Mistress. In addition to the tongue, a cone of magic suddenly entered the white mare’s ass, which immediately began to vibrate in time with the magic at her clit. Her second climax hit her like a freight train and the ruler flew from her wing. “Time!”

As soon as she heard that, Chrysalis stopped what she was doing, and she crawled up onto the bed beside Sunny Day. “How was that, Mistress?” she purred silkily into her ear.

The white pegasus was a panting, sweaty mess. After about five minutes, she had recovered enough that she could speak. “Okay,” she said determinedly, more to herself than to Chrysalis, “I'm going to see if I can do it today. On the bed, on your back, ass near the edge, pet.”

Chrysalis was all hopeful as she laid on her back and spread her hind legs wide apart. It was going to happen! Sunny Day rolled off the bed to the floor and she stood looking over her pet’s true body with determination. With a sudden move – before she could stop herself - she had her mouth on the changeling's glistening wet snatch and her wings were darting over her black chitinous body, running into holes and over the gossamer wings.

“MMmmmm yeeeesss!” Chrysalis moaned, leaking quite profusely into the pegasus’s mouth, “Mistress!” she felt the mare’s tongue going at a furious pace, thrusting in and out of her, while her feathers roamed all over her body. After a few minutes, Sunny Day bought her hooves into play on Chrysalis's ass. “Mmmmm Mi-Mistress I-I'm g-go-gonna cuuuuuuum!”

That just made Sunny Day go faster. She picked up her pace even more until, a moment later, Chrysalis screamed as she came hard, showering her Mistress's face with her juices. Spent, she laid back slumped and panting, staring up at the ceiling. The pegasus slowed down, but her wings keep caressing the changeling’s hard body. After Chrysalis had calmed down, she pulled away, “I did it!”

“Y-Yeah...you did it...” Chrysalis stared up at the ceiling cross eyed and breathing hard.

Slowly, Sunny Day crawled up next to Chrysalis, kissing her hard black body every inch of the way. “Back to Wayfair please. I need some furry snuggles after all that.” Without a word, the green flames returned and she was Wayfair once more. Sunny Day nuzzled into the unicorn’s neck. “Once I was working it, I forgot about what you were, other than the sub I wanted to please.”

“It felt amazing, Mistress…”

Sunny Day giggled, “You felt amazing. Did I keep control of my hooves?” '

“You did, and it was...wow!” Wayfair nestled herself deep into the pegasus’s comforting embrace.

“Okay,” Sunny Day snickered, “It was hard to pound your ass with my head between your legs.”

Now it was Wayfair’s turn to giggle, “I promise it was wonderful, Mistress.”

“It has been a long ride since that first day on the train,” Sunny Day said solemnly into her marefriend’s ear, the pegasus holding her gently but securely from behind.

“It has, hasn't it?” Wayfair agreed, though for the moment she was happy to lie where she was, “While the journey may have not always been an easy one, this destination has been worth it.”

Celestia placed a loving kiss on Wayfair’s ear, “I no longer hate you.”

“Hmm…I love you…”

“I know,” Celestia said softly, “We each accept what the other gives. Let's cuddle until our hour is up then we can go back. You can help me mess up the bed so my maid has something to do tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan, Mistress,” Wayfair hoped the hour would last a great deal longer than that. This was the best feeling she’d had for a long time.

~ ~ ~

Several hours after their visit to Trixie’s, Sunny Day was laid in Wayfair’s legs, both mares asleep in Celestia’s comfortable bed. Without any warning whatsoever, the door to the Princess’s room was slammed open before it was time to raise the sun. “Tavi is giving birth!” Luna screamed at the top of her lungs, then she ran out of the room and the door closed itself.

“What in Equestria was that?” asked Wayfair, who had not moved an inch.

“That was the Princess of the Night,” Sunny Day replied, a gentle smirk in her voice, “It seems Tavi has gone into labour at last.” She then got out of the bed and she changed back to Celestia. “We should have time to clean up before we go down to the infirmary.”

“Uuuuugh...what time is it?” Wayfair opened her eyes and in the darkness of the bedroom, she looked at the clock, and let out an anguished gasp when it told her it was two fifteen in the morning. “Why can't foals respect good timekeeping?”

Lighting up her room to flush her marefriend out of bed, Celestia snorted and laughed, “It's Luna's foal, so it is. You can sleep in, but I'm going to go to wash, and then go to the kitchen for a snack.”

As tempting as that suggestion was, Wayfair shook her head. “I'm awake now, I'm up...” slowly, she got out of the bed and staggered a little to the bathroom. “I need food…” the two mares shared a quick functional shower just enough to wash off the ‘sleep’ smell and they were off to the kitchen. Celestia hadn’t bothered to get dressed. “Excited?” the unicorn asked, “You're going to be an aunt!”

“Again.” Celestia said simply before she entered the kitchen and paused to recall the night staffs names. “Crème Brule, status?”

Crème Brule inclined her head respectfully to her Princess. “She’s still in labour, your highness.” Then, without wating to hear what the alicorn wanted, she pushed a plate of shortcake covered in strawberries and cream, adding a second plate for Wayfair.

“Thank you, Crème, I need these so badly!” Wayfair took her plate in her magic and after she had sat with Celestia at a table, she asked, “Again?”

Once she was seated, Celestia nodded. “Cadance is my niece, you may remember her?” the alicorn enjoyed the look of shock on her lover’s face before she continued, “Blueblood is my nephew, I hope you don't remember him.”

Wayfair was so stunned she almost choked on her shortbread and strawberries, “Wh-Whaaaa sh-she w-what...”

Celestia didn’t mean to giggle. She didn’t mean to laugh. She still did both. “Try not to breath while you eat. Black tea for me, Crème, and a creamy coffee for my maid, if you please.”

When Wayfair spoke next, it was with a very tiny voice indeed. “No wonder you hated me…”

Gently, Celestia used her hoof and she lifted up Wayfair by the chin until she was looking into her eyes. She stared deep into those blue eyes until she saw the green that lay under the surface. A green she had come to love. After a creamy strawberry kiss, she said, “I don't hate you anymore.”

Wayfair was only too happy to return the kiss, which was just as creamy and full of strawberries, “I know.”

Another twenty minutes passed in which time Celestia and Wayfair enjoyed more dessert and drinks, a bat pony guard entered, looking harassed. “Crème, oh, your highness. You’re here. The doctor says it will happen within the hour.”

“Very good,” Celestia gave the Night Guard a smile of thanks before he went on his way, “We will be along shortly.” When Celestia finished her tea and Wayfair had drank her latest coffee in an attempt to wake up, she led the way out of the kitchen and down to the infirmary. “Let's go see a new life come into the world.”

“I can’t wait,” Wayfair had a smile on her face, despite the inequine time of day making her wish she was still asleep. In the waiting room was a Night Guard bat pony stallion and Crescent Moon, Luna’s personal attendant. Wayfair let out a yawn that split her head, “Good morning…”

“Good morning Crescent,” Celestia looked and sounded more awake and alert than Wayfair did. She looked at the guard and inclined her head politely, “Moonshine, I do think you played an important role in what's going on.”

Wayfair found herself leaning slightly on Celestia, not that the latter minded. “Congratulations,” she said after another yawn.

“Think of her as you'd think of Lulu at eleven in the morning,” both the bat pony guard and the attendant laughed at Celestia’s joke.

“I am perfectly awake,” Wayfair grumbled good naturedly, “Just not as awake as I'd like to be.”

Fifteen minutes later, and the elderly Doctor Quincy entered the waiting room from delivery room one. “Greetings to you, Moonshine, it's a colt. All of you can come in, but I’ll ask you all to please keep it quiet.”

“I have a colt!” Moonshine, who had until then been stoic, looked stunned and then he did a four hooved happy dance, “I have a colt!”

Granting Moonshine the honour, the Princess motioned for the stallion to lead the way. She was happy to follow with Wayfair at her side and Crescent Moon bought up the rear. Moonshine walked into the delivery room, all smiles from ear to ear.

In the delivery room, an exhausted Octavia had her new-born pegasus colt along her body and he was already sucking on a teat. In a quiet voice for her, Luna said, “Let me introduce Dusk Melody,” she waved a hoof to the midnight blue pegasus.

“He is awake,” Octavia sighed, her voice heavy with fatigue from her exertions, “So you don't need to be walking on egg shells.”

Moonshine looked down at the colt. His colt. A colt he had created with Lady Octavia at her request with justified in his eyes. “He looks very handsome.”

Celestia had to agree with that. “He does.”

Very gently, Moonshine stroked his colt's head, “He's a fine colt,” his voice was thick with emotion, “And he'll be a fine stallion.”

“How are you doing, Tavi?” asked Celestia, now stood by the earth pony’s side.

“Not too bad, after passing this watermelon of a colt through my downstairs...”

“My hoof should recover too,” put in Luna, earning herself a loud raspberry from her tired wife.

Wayfair snorted out a laugh, “I still can't feel mine from when he kicked me.”

In a sense of fairness, Octavia gave Wayfair an equal opportunity raspberry before Celestia asked, “Is this the first of a set?”

“Time will tell,” Octavia replied while Luna merely shrugged, “But I'm in no hurry to do that again.”

While the others talked, Moonshine had spent the whole time stroking Dusk's head and his charcoal grey mane. Nothing else existed for him in the room but his son. “He's perfect…” the colt must have heard him, because he fluttered his wings, which were already larger and more well developed than what was considered normal for a new-born pegasus.

Celestia chuckled, “Have fun pegasus proofing your suite.”

Luna waved off her sister, “He can’t get into anything that can't be replaced. I will make an effort though to keep him out of your cake cubby.”

“And your moonshine cubby?” responded Celestia with a giggle.

“My shine does a body good,” Luna remarked, to which Octavia rolled her eyes. She didn’t have the energy for a third raspberry.

Moonshine ruffled his leathery dark blue bat wings. “I would of course volunteer myself for flying lessons.”

“I can think of nopony better, Shine,” Octavia affirmed, struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Congratulations all around,” Celestia beamed like the proud aunt she was, “Now, I'm back to sleep until I need to raise the sun.”

“I can take care of that, sister.” Luna said with a smile, “I'm going to declare today a public holiday for the royal birth.”

“Okay, I can get behind that. Crescent,” Celestia addressed Luna’s attendant, “Can you pass that to Wisteria, please?”

While Crescent Moon nodded she would, Wayfair yawned again. “Congratulations to you, to all three of you.” Another yawn left her. “Bed now?” Fortunately, Celestia nodded, gave her new nephew a nuzzle and walked out with her marefriend by her side.