Mam almost panicked when she opened her eyes, and saw the high ceiling overhead. Upon slowly looking around, she soon remembered where she was.

As she turned to her left, she saw the shades on one of the windows was open, but in the area next to her, she found the covers empty.

“Plenn?” she called out, keeping the covers over her chest. “Plenn, where are you?”

After a few moments with no reply, she got up, her silver panties and nipple cups glinting in the sunlight as she checked the bathroom, which was empty.

“Okay Plenn, this isn’t funny,” she called out, looking all over before she came back out to the main room.

As she sat down on the bed, she saw a note on the nightstand:

The bed was really comfortable. Went down to the gym. Come on down and we can work out before having breakfast - Plenn

“That idiot,” she said, pulling the sheet off the bed, and working to fashion herself a makeshift top.

A number of patrons on the ground floor were rather shocked when a sheet-clad pair of breasts emerged from one of the expansive lifts, followed by a white pony with pink and purple hair, wearing silver underwear.

Mam found it difficult navigating the floor, as a number of well-dressed elites were on their way out. Bouncing down a set of steps, she came to an ornate room full of exercise equipment.

She could feel a number of stallions’ eyes on her as she scanned the room, before finding Plenn on a stair-walker, wearing a pair of tight shorts.

“Pl-Larocé,” she called out as she reached him.

“Elle,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “Sleep well, honey?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” she whispered loudly.

“Working out,” he whispered back.

“Need I remind you that I’m supposed to be watching you? You should have woken me up.”

“But you looked so peaceful lying in bed. But really, did you know you thrash around? I swear you almost nailed me in the crotch.”

“Look, from now on, you do not leave my side.”

“I don’t see why you’re getting so worked up. If anything happened to me there are witnesses.”

“This is not open for debate. Now get down from there, and come back to the room with me right now.”

As Plenn climbed down, two stallions nearby just smiled as Mam took his hand and led him out, her chest bouncing along in front of them.

“Whoa, talk about the ol’ ball-and-chain,” chuckled one stallion.

“She’s got him trained,” chuckled another.

Once they were back in the room, Plenn convinced Mam to order breakfast, while he cleaned up.

It hadn’t been more than two minutes when there was a knock on the door. Mam went to check the door recognition screen, and saw a stallion standing outside with a number of boxes on a cart.

“Who is it?” she asked through the intercom.

“I have a delivery from Tukiffle Tailors,” came the reply.

“I think you have the wrong suite. We didn’t order anything from a tailor.”

“I asked at the front desk, and was informed that Larocé Fae and Elle Betweesi were in this room. Do either of those names ring a bell, Miss?”

This struck Mam as suspicious, given the name-dropping.

“Just leave the cart outside the door.”

“I’m sorry, but given the amount for this order, I need somepony to sign for it.”

“Um, just a second,” said Mam, carefully unlocking both doors, and watching as the delivery stallion’s eyes went right to her sheet-wrapped cleavage.

“Uh-buh-buh-buh-buh,” drooled the stallion as he handed over the sig-pad.

“Mmhmm, I know,” said Mam, drawing an “X” with her finger on the pad, and being relieved when it accepted. She hadn’t figured out what Elle Betweesi’s signature was just yet.

“There you go,” she smiled, handing the pad back. “I can take it from here.”

Moments later, Mam lugged the hovercart into the room. There were at least two dozen boxes with the tailors logo on them, but before she could investigate further, room service arrived with breakfast.

Once everything had been set up, Mam locked the door, and was just about to check out the boxes when the bathroom door opened.

“Just in time,” she said. “They just delivered breakfast. And we got a delivery from, a tailor?”

“Oh, great!” said Plenn, going over to the stack of boxes. “I hope everything is here!”

“When did you order stuff with our, ‘names?’” she asked, suspiciously.

“You don’t remember?” He asked. “Yesterday after we got our Identz, we stopped at that one tailor who made us our outfits. I had him take our measurements so he could fashion us some more clothing to wear.”

“Oooohhh,” said Mam, suddenly remembering. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention. Wait a minute, what did you tell him to make?”

“I just informed him to make us some things for a few days on the planet.”

“Really easy when money is no object,” murmured Mam.

“I can’t wait to see what he made us,” sighed Plenn. “But first, breakfast.”

Just like the dinner before, Mam found a Meal-a-matic feeding her, while Plenn tucked into his entree.

“So, how are you enjoying the life of an elite?” he smiled.

“It’s…okay,” she said, taking a mouthful of food. “It’s not gonna last forever…for me, that is.”

“Well, why don’t you take full advantage of our time here? After we dress, you can go down and get your hair done or your hooves shellacked.”

“If this is some ploy to keep me occupied,” she warned him.

“There you go again,” he sighed. “I promise I was going to come right back up to the room after I worked out. And I respect your rule to stay by your side during the rest of our time here, but come on, live a little!”

“As long as those places you mentioned are inside this hotel, I might consider that. But we’re not gonna set foot outside of this hotel, until my ship is fixed.”

“Seriously? After I went to all the trouble of ordering us those clothes? There’s so much to explore out there.”

“Plenn, we still don’t know who tried to take you the other day. For all we know, they may have trailed us to this planet, and are wandering around trying to find you. They might be inside this place right now.”

“If you keep stressing like that, you’re gonna go grey early,” he chuckled.

“I’m being serious!” she exclaimed, slamming her fists down on the table. “Why must you take every other thing I say as a joke!?”

Plenn was silent for a moment, before a thought crossed his mind.

“What if I speed up repairs on your ship?” he asked.

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “They said it would take at least 3 days to repair. Hey, where are you going?”

As Mam watched, Plenn walked across the room to the holo-projector. In a few minutes, he had reached the head of the planet’s Ranger Corp.

“This is Prince Plenn Te of the Turgid Kingdom,” he declared. “I am checking on the progress of Ranger BE-113’s ship repairs.”

“Let me see,” said figure, checking his files. “Yes, my information shows at least 2 more days for repair work.”

“How much would it cost to finish it in a day?” asked Plenn.

“Your highness, such a request would take quite a, if you’ll pardon the expression, a princely sum. And to waste credits on a ship like-“

“Whatever the price is, I’ll pay it,” said the Prince. “Hire as many specialists as you can. In fact, complete this request, and I’ll throw in an extra 10% ‘royal fee’ to you for facilitating it.”

“Well, I-I-I, if you insist,” said the head ranger. “I’ll need to prepare an estimate-“

“Fine. I’ll pay upon confirmation of the full repairs. I’m sure Space Ranger BE-113 will be pleased.”

Shutting off the screen, Plenn crossed back over to the table and sat down, where Mam Marella’s eyes were open incredibly wide.

“You’re welcome,” said Plenn calmly, taking a big bite of his breakfast.

“…why did you do that?” she asked. “My ship is a piece of junk. Your Father is gonna-“

“Father can chew me out as much as he wants, but it was my decision,” stated Plenn. “Now that I’ve done you a favor, I request you do one for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Give yourself today to just…let yourself go. I’ll stick to you like glue, but I want you to forget your Ranger BE-113 for today. Just be Mam Marella, an enormously well-endowed pony.”

Mam was silent for a few moments, before she found her voice.

“If I do this, I’m still taking something along to protect you with,” she said.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” smiled Plenn.

Once they had finished with breakfast, Plenn distributed the tailors boxes as if it were Hearth’s Warming Eve.

There were quite a number of different outfits, some Mam would never have found herself wearing. There were even some unexpected surprises.

“What are these?” she asked, holding up a large brassiere.

“Everypony needs adequate support garments,” smiled Plenn.

When she pulled out a flimsy length of silvery, shiny cloth, she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Looks like formal wear,” noted Plenn.

“Or a very small blanket,” she said, wondering how she was supposed to wear it.

An hour later, they were ready to go.

Plenn found himself in dark tan pants (with his considerable package bulged out down to mid-thigh), and a large collared white shirt, with golden, diamond-shaped buttons. A neckerchief had been tied around his neck to complete the ensemble.

Outside of her first time wearing a bra (which she had reluctantly allowed the Prince to help her put on), Mam’a outfit consisted of a top with huge white sleeves, and a large swath of material covering her breasts. From her waist down to her thighs, she was encased in a tight leather slip-on skirt in shocking pink, that really made her stand out.

Per their discussion earlier, she had secured two BI-T33 mini-pistols to holsters under the long sleeves covering her upper arms.

“Ready to turn a few heads?” smiled Plenn, feeling his equipment swelling a bit.

Once on the main atrium of the hotel, Plenn led Mam around until they found the Promenade.

This area of the hotel curved in the shape of a horseshoe, and stretched up at least 10 stories, with a sparkling skylight illuminating the shops and boutiques on the various floors, where all manner of guests were moving about.

As they trotted about, Mam cut quite a wide swath through the crowd with her chest. She could see some ponies turn up their noses at her, while there were quite a number of side-glances from many stallions.

“Think hers are real?” whispered Plenn, quietly nodding to a pony with a chest slightly smaller than Mam’s.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “My guess is all of these show-ponies have had em’ done.”

Suddenly, there was a big commotion from behind them, and Mam pivoted on one hoof to face it, nearly taking out the crowd on either side.

Instead, she saw the familiar red cross on some medic stallions, wheeling a large stretcher down the floor.

“Please, clear a path,” called out one.

“Want to see what all the commotion is about?” asked Plenn, as he saw some ponies curiously follow the medics.

“Alright,” said Mam.

It didn’t take them long before they came to a small crowd situated around the front of place called Equine Enhancements. Through the window, Mam could see a holo-screen advertising ways that the place could “enhance” ponies and stallions alike. One of the medics was talking to a few employees.

Suddenly, there was the sound of noise behind them, and a group of stallions with Promenade Protection stenciled on their uniforms fought their way through the crowd, carrying a number of power tools.

“Third time this month,” Mam heard one of them mutter to another.

Moments later, they were removing the entire front facade of the store, shuffling large glass panels to the sides and pushing the crowds back.

As the crowd watched, there were a number of mutterings as the medics emerged, with a young pony on the stretcher, and soon everyone realized why the front of the store had been removed.

The young pony’s chest had been swollen to such a degree, that she was too wide to fit through the original opening!

“Ooohh, Troika,” moaned the engorged pony, as the stretcher (with extended side-panels) was wheeled down the pathway, and towards the exit.

The stretcher was followed out by several other ponies, who appeared to be with her.

“I was just joking,” said one of them. “I didn’t know she would do it.”

Casually, Mam glanced down, and could swear she was seeing the bulge in Plenn’s designer pants straining against the fabric.

“Poor girl,” said Plenn.

Your pants seem to tell a different story, thought Mam, as the crowd began to disperse, and they walked further into the Promenade.

“What do you think makes a pony do something like that?” Plenn asked after awhile.

“Credits and attention,” Mam replied almost immediately. “Nothing gets an elite hot and heavy like an enhanced show-pony.”

“And do you have any proof to back up that claim?”

“I don’t need proof. It’s fairly obvious size is a head-turner. Hey, my eyes are up here,” she said to a stallion passing by, causing him to turn away. “What is it about these things you stallions like in them being so big? They’re just glands to hold nourishment. If any baby tried to drink all of the milk in one of my breasts, it’d explode.”

Plenn couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“Why don’t we get our minds off of baby-bursting glands, and just window-shop. Ever window-shop?”

“On my salary?” She smirked.

“Guess it’s time for you to learn,” he said, taking her hand.

It was definitely not the kind of day Mam Marella could have imagined when she first took the assignment.

Naturally, there were some shops she held her tongue in, seeing some show-ponies charging tens of thousands of credits for things that they would probably forget about mere days (if not hours) later.

At Plenn’s insistence, they had wandered into a jewelry emporium. Seeing a ring or two reminded her of a few small pieces she had inherited from her guardian, but had never worn.

It was in a display case, that she saw a number of diamonds and silver laid out in a strange pattern.

“That is a choker, madam,” replied the attendant, seeing to her and Plenn. “Would you care to try it on?”

“We sure would,” interjected Plenn.

Mam sighed, as she turned around, and let the attendant fasten the item around her neck.

Plenn then led Mam over to a large mirror. It did sparkle in the light, without causing too much attention.

“How do you like it?” He asked.

“It’s nice,” she said, turning her head back-and-forth. “Doesn’t constrict, feels like it isn’t even there.”

“So you like it then?”

“I do, but-“

“Well, that settles it,” smiled Plenn, heading back to the attendant.

“Plenn,” she said, turning around. “What are you-“

“We’ll take it,” he told the attendant.

“Splendid choice,” smiled the attendant, presenting an Identz Print-scanner for payment.

“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this,” said Mam, as they left the store, her choker’s box in a shimmering store bag.

“Come now, Elle,” smiled Plenn. “You should get used to wearing it before my parents see it.”

“And what do you think Daddy will say, Larocé?” she asked.

"Larocé,” said Plenn, scrunching his face to look like his father, “you're already spending so much on this lovely wedding spread for your Elle. I know it's not my business, but don't you think you should leave some money aside for later this year?"

“Well duh, I want that third speeder. Shukeena and Reymouna have five already!”

“Hmm, maybe we should find a speeder boutique in here then.”

“Do they have one?” chuckled Mam.

“I’m sure they do,” he replied. “Maybe up on-oh wow, look at that.”

As they rounded the corner, they saw the outer wall of the promenade curved into a massive passageway of glass and light, leading to a sandy beach.

“I didn’t know we were near a body of water,” said Mam.

“We’re not,” smiled Plenn, taking her hand and leading her towards it. “It’s an artificial beach. See?”

As Mam looked through the massive curved opening, she saw waves washing up on the sandy shores, as numerous beach umbrellas poked up from the sand, leading back into an area of palm trees.

“What say we catch a little sun?” asked Plenn. “The tailors did make us swimsuits, after all.”

“Oh no,” she said, “I’m already attracting enough attention as it is. I am not gonna wear…whatever that thing is that they made.”

“Oh come on Elle,” he chided. “Pretty please?”

I said no, Larocë, and I mean it.”

“Pretty pretty please with a sunhat and a new purse to match?”

“You can’t make me.”

“I can’t believe you made me,” grumbled Mam.

They were making their way to the beach after changing. Plenn was wearing some rather tight swim trunks, and clad in a shiny light jacket.

Mam meanwhile, was clad in a shiny pink monokini, hooking over her shoulders, across each of her breasts, and then meeting near her waistline. She could feel even more eyes on her than in the morning, even though she was wearing a flimsy wrap, and a massive sunhat (another gift from Plenn), and held a small purse in her left hand (another gift from Plenn, containing one of her BI-T33 pistols).

Plenn was just all-smiles, holding her hand in his.

“Well, don’t you look like the cat who swallowed the cream,” she said.

“Can’t you even smile just a little?” he asked. “I got you that purse to contain your weapon in, and I won’t stray from your sight.”

“Gee, thanks,” said Mam, smiling as wide and sarcastically as she could, as they entered under the huge entryway.

Once inside, she realized the entire beach area was bigger than she realized.

Aside from the entry archway, the entire area had a massive, simulated sky surrounding them. She could see several stallions surfing on the huge waves, and some ponies at some small stores dotting the beach area, let alone a number of small bars.

“Would you care for some items?” asked a young stallion, wearing a beach patrol shirt, next to a cart full of beach accessories. “If you are guests of the hotel, they are complimentary.”

“Don’t mind if we do,” said Plenn, picking up an umbrella, two beach towels, and some sunscreen.

It didn’t take the two long to find a spot not far from the crashing waves, where Plenn planted the umbrella, and laid down the towels.

“Care to put some sunblock on my back?” he asked Mam, as she carefully lowered herself onto her towel.

“That is so useless here,” she replied. “The sun isn’t real, so what’s the point?”

“Just helps sell the illusion. Come on, if you do me, I’ll do you.”

“You could have phrased that better,” replied Mam. “Besides, you’ll have to sit between my breasts for me to do your back.”

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” promised Plenn. “Come on, Mammy.”

“Don’t call me that again,” she snapped at him. “I’ll do this, but under protest.”

Plenn just smiled, and carefully scooched between her milky-white breasts, placing his hands in his lap.

“And you better not be playing with yourself,” said Mam, as she squeezed some lotion onto his back.

“I’m just sitting here, being well-behaved,” he replied, though unseen by her, his hands were quietly rubbing his bulging crotch.

“Whatever,” she said, as she rubbed the lotion into his back. Her soft hands continued to work over him, but as she moved lower and down to his sides, the Prince suddenly jolted. “What happened?” she asked.

“Sorry, I’m just a little…sensitive in that area.”

“…really?” she said, before reaching back down and tickling him!

“Ohheyoofhahaoffohhohstopthat!!” cried out Plenn, as he struggled between her chest, reaching behind him and trying to yank her arms away.

“But I’m enjoying myself,” she replied. “I thought you wanted me to enjoy myself!”

“Ohmnhoynotohhehehlikethesohono!!”

Mam struggled a little more as his hands encircled around her wrists and his grip tightened a bit. She suddenly got a mischievous idea. Shifting her weight, she tilted her body to the left, and her left breast fell into the sand, followed by Plenn, and her right breast came over on top of him!

A few ponies around them began to watch as Plenn floundered under the weight of her breast.

“Now,” smirked Mam. “Who is in charge?”

“Mphg hpgh! Mgphg mgph!!” came Plenn’s muffled response.

“I can’t hear you.”

It was then that his flailing hands let go of her wrists, and pointed at her.

“Good answer,” she said, shifting her body, causing her right breast to slide off him.

“Okay, up-up-up,” she said. “Your back is all lotioned up.”

“And that means it’s your turn,” smiled Plenn, brushing off sand.

“And you better do a good job,” she replied, tossing him the lotion bottle.

“Now, on your belly,” he ordered.

“Practicing for your time with Zircon?” she replied.

Once Mam was on her chest (causing her breasts to press deeply into the soft sand), Plenn went to work. Carefully lotioning her back, and making sure he wasn’t touching any part of her chest. It took him a few more dabs, before he smilingly rubbed along her sides, and then began to tickle her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You don’t fancy a little…giggle?” he replied.

“I’m not ticklish.”

“…not even a little?”

“Nope. Now hurry up and stop dallying.”

“Ughhh,” he groaned, getting back to work.

Unseen by him, a big smile spread on Mam’s face.

“Pony-pedi, cheap.”

Over the roar of the waves and ponies discussing ridiculous things, Mam heard those words off to her right.

Glancing down the way, she saw a sandy-orange pony with deep purple hair, and a little pony with the same colorations, hauling a small cooler through the sand.

“Pony-pedi, cheap,” the pony said to a sunbathing pony a ways down from Mam.

“Eww, get away from me,” the sunbathing pony declared.

As Mam felt Plenn lotioning the small of her back, the two ponies came up right in front of her.

“Hello Miss,” said the pony, looking down on Mam. “Pony-pedi, cheap?”

“Are you with the hotel?” asked Mam.

“No-no. I’m a ponycurist, but I cannot find a job on this planet, so I am trying to make what I can for me and my daughter.”

“Oh, I see,” said Mam. “Excuse me one moment. Larocé, I need to stretch.”

The pony and her daughter backed up as Mam rose to her feet, her massive chest “shedding” sand, as she arched her back, and cracked her neck.

“Mama, she’s huge,” said the little pony.

“Galena, watch your mouth,” snapped her mother.

“It’s okay,” replied Mam. “I’ve gotten that a lot in my life, So your name is Galena?”

“Yes, Miss,” replied the little pony, suddenly getting shy.

“Well my name is Elle.”

“You’re very pretty,” continued the little pony.

“Who do we have here?” said Plenn, joining the conversation.

“Oh, this is Galena, and her mother,” replied Mam. “What is your name, Ma’am?”

“It is Galopinea, Miss Elle,” replied the elder pony.

“Galopinea, Galena, this is Larocé.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Galopinea. “Your wife is very big, and very beautiful.”

“Oh no-no-no,” blushed Mam. “We’re not married.”

“Really?” asked Galopinea. “A big beautiful pony like you, not yet married?”

“We’re engaged,” interjected Plenn. “Going to tell the family in a few days.”

“Oooh-ho-ho-ho!” smiled Galopinea. “I see! A little ‘fun’ before family!”

“Well, I wouldn’t have put it like that,” giggled Mam, “but in a way, yes.”

“So, pony-pedis?” asked Plenn.

“Yes,” replied Galopinea. “Would your girlfriend be interested in one?”

“That’s up to her. Honey, would you like one?”

Mam’s eyes couldn’t help but look over both mother and daughter. She had seen this kind of situation many times before: a parent trying desperately to provide for their child, in a galaxy that seemed not to care. And if there was one thing her guardian would have wanted, it would be to help.

“I would,” smiled Mam. “I would like that very much.”

“Oh thank you, thank you,” replied Galopinea. “You are first pony this week to want one.”

“To tell you the truth,” said Mam, “I’ve never actually had a pony-pedi before.”

“Oh, do not worry. I will make sure you have the best first pony-pedi, Ms Elle.”

Suddenly, a loud gurgle came from Galena’s belly.

“Mama, I’m hungry,” she said.

“Let Mama finish with Miss Elle first, and then we can eat,” replied Galopinea.

“But I’m hungry!” moaned Galena.

“Hey, how about I get us lunch?” said Plenn. “Oh wait, M-Elle said I can’t leave her side.”

“Oh nonsense, Larocé,” said Mam. “I think that’s a great idea!”

“But the food here is so expensive,” interjected Galopenia. “I cannot afford-“

“It’s on us,” interjected Plenn. “Anything I can get you?“

“Um, whatever you want to get me?”

“I may need some help figuring that out. Galena, want to come help me pick something out for you and your Mama?”

“Yeah!” smiled the little pony.

“Then it’s settled then,” said Plenn, taking her hand. “We’ll be back soon. Anything you want, honey?”

“Mmm, surprise me,” said Mam, already feeling surprised at Plenn’s actions.

And with that, the two watched as Plenn and Galena headed off towards a food stand, hand-in-hand.

“If you wish, you can do my pony-pedi during lunch,” said Mam.

“Oh, yes,” said Galopinea, opening up her container, and taking out her things. “You are a very lucky pony. He is a very generous stallion.”

“Yeah,” replied Mam. “A little thick, though.”

“All stallions are. My mother said so, and her mother said so too.”

“Even Galena’s father?”

“I do not know who her father is,” muttered Galopinea. “But it’s the same of every stallion I have met.”

“I am sorry to hear that,” said Mam, as Galopinea got to work, “and I’m sorry you haven’t been able to find work around here.”

“Well it is hard at times,” said Galopinea, “but sometimes it feels like Celestia makes things happen for a reason. Like you. Celestia brought you here, and I met you.”

“Oh, I don’t think Celestia-“

“No-no-no, I feel it in my heart. I’m sure Celestia looked down and said: ‘there is a pony who really needs a pedi. Galopinea, I summon you to help her.’”

“Well, if you insist,” said Mam, trying hard not to burst into giggles.

“Yes, I am sure of it,” said Galopinea, “your nails, they are so ragged. But by Celestia, they will be beautiful.”

“I am in your hands,” smiled Mam.

As she looked back towards the stand, she saw Plenn and Galena walking back, the little pony carrying a cloth bag over her shoulder.

“Mama Mama, look!” Cried out Galena. “We got a lot!”

The little girl eagerly threw down the bag, and started handing out sandwiches.

“This is for you,” she said to Mam.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” said Plenn.

“No-no,” replied Mam, “we were having a nice little chat.”

“Look what I got to eat, Mommy,” said Galena, unwrapping her sandwich. “Peanut butter, banana, and jelly!”

“Mmm, that looks so yummy,” replied her Mom.

“And here’s yours. It doesn’t have peanut butter, but it gots greens.”

Soon, all four of them were eating away, as Plenn passed out some drinks.

“You are too kind, Mister Larocé,” said Galopinea. “I will give your girlfriend a very nice discount.”

“Oh no, don’t even think about it,” said Plenn. “This is my treat. Whatever we will owe you, we will owe you.”

“I like you,” said Galena to Plenn.

“Well I like you too, kiddo,” he replied, giving her a little tickle, and hearing her laugh. “Now you’re fun. Elle isn’t ticklish at all.”

“You’re not?” asked Galena, through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Nope,” smiled Mam.

“Not even here?” The little girl said, poking Mam’s right breast.

“Galena, that is not nice,” said her mother.

“No, I’m not ticklish anywhere,” said Mam. “And like your Mama said, you shouldn’t do that.”

“Sorry,” the little pony replied.

Soon, they had finished their sandwiches, and Galopinea began to pick up where she had left off.

Looks like you two need to finish that pony-pedi,” said Plenn, scooping up the sandwich wrappers. “Say Galena, wanna go down to the water with me after I throw this trash away?”

“Uh-huh,” she smiled, nodding her head.

“I think that’s settled then,” he said, getting to his hooves and taking Galena’s hand. “We’ll be right down this way so you can keep an eye on us.”

“Okay,” said Mam, as they headed off.

“Very, very good stallion,” said Galopinea, returning to her work. “I hope you two have many beautiful babies.”

“Galopinea, stop!” laughed Mam.

“I mean it. That stallion of yours, I got a good feeling about him. Thick, sure, but he seems like a good catch.”

As Galopinea worked on her nails, Mam kept an eye on Plenn and Galena. She watched as he held her above the water by her arms. As the water came in, he’d hoist her up and she’d giggle loudly. At one point, they stuck their hands in the sand, and watched as the waters made the imprints disappear.

“There, your hands are finished,” said Galopinea, “now, for your hooves.”

Mam looked at her fingernails, the edges nice and smooth, the area around them pristine, and the shine on each one.

She returned to watching the show by the waters, and saw that Plenn and Galena were building what appeared to be a sand castle. Before long, they had constructed a large tower ringed by a large wall.

“And there you are,” said Galopinea. “Let me show you your hooves.”

She took out a mirror, and Mam saw the reflection of her hooves, each one pristine and shiny.

“Oh my star apples,” said Mam. “Galopinea, you did an amazing job!”

“I told you I would,” winked the pony, putting her things away. “Galena, Galena come back here!”

The little pony quickly scampered over the sand as Plenn followed behind her.

“All finished?” asked Plenn.

“Mm-hm,” said Mam, flashing her fingers. “See?”

“I sure do,” said Plenn, glancing down at Mam’s hooves as well. “So, what do we owe you, Galopinea?”

“Normally is 30 credits, but for you happy couple, 20,” she replied.

“No way,” remarked Plenn. “No discounts, I’ll pay in full. Do you take thumb-pay?”

“No, credits-only,” replied Galopenia.

“Looks like I’ll need to make a withdrawal. Care to go on another little adventure with me, Galena?”

“Sure,” smiled the little pony.

As they walked off, Mam turned to Galopenia.

“Thank you for your company,” she remarked. “I think this may be the best part of my day.”

“But you are so fancy, and so rich,” said Galopenia. “I just gave you a pony-pedi.”

“Sometimes, it’s the little things ponies do, that really means more than credits, or fancy stuff.”

“You speak as if you have experience.”

“…maybe I do.”

“What is that?” asked Galopenia, looking up.

Turning in the direction of her gaze, Mam saw Galena walking in front of Plenn, holding what looked to be an ice cream sundae, as big as her head, with a spoon in it!

“And what is that?” asked Mam, as they got close.

“A sundae!” said Galena, cheerfully putting it on her mother’s cooler. “He said I could have one!”

“P-Larocé, what were you thinking!?” said Mam, looking at Plenn. “She can’t eat all that, she’ll pop!”

“I thought you’d say that,” said Plenn, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out three spoons. “That’s why I brought these.”

At that, Galena burst out laughing.

“Aww, you two planned that,” said Mam.

“Your face was sooo funny!” giggled Galena.

“Is this alright with you, Galopenia?” asked Mam.

“As long as my daughter doesn’t eat it all, it’s alright with me,” smiled the ponycurist.

Moments later, the spoons were distributed, and everypony dug in.

“Whoa, slow down there,” said Plenn, as Galena’s spoon pulled back a huge scoop.

“I’m fine,” she said, trying to fit the huge spoonful in her mouth…only to have it tip off the side and plop onto Mam’s right breast.

“Oops,” said Galena.

“I got this,” said Mam, scooping the ice cream up in her fingers, and licking it off. “Mmm, tastes good!”

“I could have done that,” said Plenn.

“Those privileges come after we’re married,” remarked Mam.

With all four eating away, the dish was soon empty.

“How you feeling, Galena?” asked Plenn. “Feeling full?”

“Mm-hm,” she said, nodding.

“Galena,” said her mother,” what do you say?”

“Thank you,” smiled the little pony.

“You’re welcome,” said Mam and Plenn at the same time, and a split-second later, realizing their dual response.

“Like I said, I have a good feeling about you too,” winked Galopenia.

“Anyways, here’s your pay,” said Plenn, passing her the credits.

“Much appreciated,” smiled Galopenia, before stopping. “Um, you have made a mistake. It was only 30 credits. You gave me 300.”

“Oops,” said Plenn. “Well, my mistake.”

“No-no-no, I cannot accept all of this,” said Mam, passing back some of the credits.

“Please,” said Mam. “Consider it a gift. I insist.”

There were a few moments of silence, before Galopenia, looked at both Mam and Plenn, tears in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you both. Galena, we should be going.”

“Yes, Mama,” said Galena.

“Wait,” said Mam, getting to her hooves. “Before you go…”

Soon, hugs were shared all around, with Mam hugging Galena last, almost burying the little pony in her cleavage.

“Sorry, honey,” blushed Mam.

“It’s okay,” she giggled. “You’re warm and soft.”

“Well, thank you,” giggled Mam in return.

“Take care,” said Plenn, as they watched the two head on down the beach.

Both Mam and Plenn sat back down, and a few moments later, Mam turned to Plenn with a big smile on her face.

“That was wonderful,” she said.

“It sure was,” he replied. “And look at that, you’re smiling.”

“I feel like smiling,” she said, looking at her nails again. “I hope we helped to turn their luck around.”

“We can only hope,” said Plenn. “So, what do you wanna do next?”

“I was thinking we should go back to the room.”

“Already?” asked Plenn.

“I just wanna wash off this lotion and all this sand,” she replied. “Then maybe, take a little nap after having all that ice cream…and then going out to dinner.”

Plenn almost couldn’t believe his royal ears.

“You want to go out, to dinner?” he asked.

“Why not? You want to let those fancy dress duds go to waste?”

“N-no.”

“Well, that settles it. But before we go out, I’ll need to get my hair done.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll make the reservations for the restaurant and your hair when we get to the room.”

“So where are we going?”

“I…don’t know yet. Maybe I can ask the concierge.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's Note

This chapter was originally going to be a full day with Mam and Plenn, but then them at the indoor beach became more fun than them just going from store-to-store. The best part is that it shows how playful and caring Plenn can be beyond just Mam.

Galopenia and Galena were kind of like Daisy May in Sophomoric Sweetie Belle , characters that gave the story a nice shot of adrenaline that made it more entertaining. I did have to pull back a bit in how much I was planning to write regarding them. At one point, I considered the mother/daughter either being forcibly ejected and Plenn stepped in, or he got into an altercation with a stallion who tried to rough up Galopinea. Much like some elements in the last chapter, it was better to simplify.

There was even going to be an added bit where when Mam retrieves Plenn from the gym, some stallions would claim she was “all boobs,” leading her to demonstrate that she actually has some weight-lifting skills.

I did add a few elements from a former relationship, such as the non-ticklishness Mam has.