Pipp kept her wings spread as the updrafts let up and she began to descend through the clouds towards the Zephyr Heights cityscape. She thought about flying straight to the castle, but then decided to land at the gates and walk there. After all, she was a bit early, and figured waving and saying hi to fans and passers by would be nice.

She knew that their nursery back in Maretime Bay was going to be finished by tonight, and was hoping she could be back in time to spend a night in there, but she felt like she needed to do this more; if not it would just continue to bug her in the back of her mind.

She touched down at the south gates, got bows from the two guards on duty, and nodded at them politely as she went in. Already, she heard the commotion, and the excited squeals and waves from fans young and old alike. She smiled, waved, and in some cases, snapped a selfie, but didn't pause in her gait towards the castle. After her last selfie with a fan, she texted her mom as she stepped onto the elevator up.

Pipp
Hey, just got on the elevator. Be there soon. <3

By the time she got to the top, her phone vibrated in response.

Mom
Perfect timing. Lunch will be on the table out on the patio by the time you get up here!

The large front doors were opened for her by the guards, and she immediately headed upstairs. Turning back around towards the front balcony, a guard opened a final door for her, and there sat her mom at a small dining table on the balcony, and Pipp's mouth began to water when she saw the platter on the table, with a dozen hot cheesy hay wraps stacked high.

"Ah, there you are, my sweet little darling," Queen Haven greeted, getting up from her seat and stepping towards her younger daughter. The two pegasi embraced before Pipp walked around the table and took her seat across from her mom.

Not wanting the butterflies in her stomach to return during this fantastic looking meal, Pipp held off on her topic of choice as they served themselves the crispy hay bundles wrapped in flour tortillas, and absolutely dripping with three kinds of melted cheese.

"So how are you settling in in Maretime Bay? Is your salon going well?" Haven asked after swallowing her first bite.

"Yeah, the brand new lighthouse popping up out of nowhere certainly mixed things up, but that easily made room for all of us in a communal bedroom," Pipp answered.

"You don't think you'd eventually come to mind the lack of privacy? What if one of your new friends snores?" Haven said, giggling lightly.

"Well, I'm sure we'll come up with something if a situation like that arises. As for Mane Melody, things are going fantastic as well. I just hired an assistant manager, her name is Jazz Hooves. She's simply astounding, and has no trouble running the place when I need a day off. Incredible singing voice, too."

"Well, I'd like to say that things have gotten interesting here, but it's quickly gone back to somewhat predictable. Well, save for the flying traffic patterns that we're still figuring out. Other than that, it's still just as busy as it's always been, if not a bit busier, now that we've got tourism to deal with."

The two mares each had three wraps, leaving half of them on the platter.

"I guess I did get a little carried away with the cooking once I heard that you wanted to come for lunch. So, you said you had something to tell me?" Haven asked, continuing to sip at her apple cider.

Pipp took a breath, and then took a little bit more than a sip of her mug of cider.

"Well, it's about something that you may have forgotten about entirely, as I'm sure you've pretended to not see it all these years. So... You remember Sprout Cloverleaf? You know, the crazy one with the giant robot," Pipp asked.

"Ah yes, I was wondering what was going to happen to him once things calmed down," Haven replied.

"Well, Sheriff Hitch figured that his mom shared a little bit of the blame, so the punishment was, shall I say, somewhat creative."

"And what does it have to do with you?"

"They decided that Sprout needed something of an attitude adjustment, and Ms. Cloverleaf knew that she had failed at some point as a parent, so they sort of put Sprout through... A second foalhood," Pipp continued.

"A second...? Ohh..." Haven trailed off, quickly putting the pieces together. Apparently she had a better memory than Pipp gave her credit for.

"It wasn't too long before me and my friends got involved. Izzy came in as a foalsitter when Ms. Cloverleaf had to return to work. She brought Sunny along the next day, and she quickly found herself interested as well. So when I saw one of my friends interested in the same thing I've been most of my life... I was overjoyed."

"So, by 'second foalhood', I'm assuming you mean bottles, spoonfeeding, and... diapers?" Haven asked.

Pipp felt her cheeks tingle as she nodded after taking another sip of cider.

"So now that I've suddenly found myself with two more ageplaying friends, and two more role-playing foalsitters, because Zipp played with me occasionally... I've been wondering if there's anything I can do as a content creator to bring this world to other ponies."

Haven took several breaths, taking more sips of her drink before setting her glass down.

"Well, sweetheart, I know you're serious, because you came all the way up here to tell me about it. Now I'll have you know that your dear sweet mother is a mare of the world, Pipp. I know very well what kinks and fetishes are, which is why I didn't absolutely forbid those items when I found them in your room when you were younger. Remember our agreement before I never mentioned it again?" Haven asked.

"Keep my room clean and tidy, I had to buy my own supplies, and never take it out of my bedroom," Pipp answered.

Her mother nodded.

"I knew that if I absolutely forbid them, that you would sneak them in one way or another, and I didn't want you to resent me. Honestly, I didn't even know Zipp was playing foalsitter with you occasionally. But have any of your friends taken this out in public?" Haven asked.

Pipp shook her head.

"I'm not talking about taking it out in the open, in public. I mean until she saw Sprout, Sunny had no idea that she would be interested in things like this, and if she wasn't over at Sprout's house playing with him when we came over, I would have had no idea, and we wouldn't currently be building a nursery in the basement of the lighthouse oh my I have probably said too much."

Haven's eyes widened as her daughter rambled on. She took another drink of cider, and poured herself another glass from the pitcher.

"Sweetheart, Pipp... I can tell you're excited. But I do hope I can convince you to take a step or two back and look at the bigger picture. The fact that all of your friends are involved in this to the degree that you are dedicating an entire room to it is insanely lucky. But if you bring it into your content creation... I honestly believe you would regret it. Consider how easily accessible information is on the canternet. I truly think that any ponies you introduce to ageplaying would be far outnumbered by existing fans that would be weirded out, and even maybe repulsed. You don't want to deal with the damage that could do to the following that you have worked so incredibly hard to build. Trust me."

Pipp took a last sip of her cider before likewise pouring a second glass. Her mom's caution honestly made sense, and certainly brought pause and a bit of clarity to her thoughts the past several days.

"Thanks, mom. I'll think about it very carefully. I promise."

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