Lightning Dust reclined on a comfortable leather chair, hooves kicked up on an ottoman. The woman puffed absently on a pipe and read a newspaper, gaze lazily crawling across the page. Sitting in the middle of a relatively nice living room in upper Cloudsdale, she looked completely and utterly relaxed.

Wearing a slightly poor-fitting tweed suit jacket styled more for a masculine body type, her clothing seemed slightly off. Beneath the jacket was a greyish-brown vest, under which was a white dress shirt, all of which did not suit her slim physique. Where the clothing, including a pair of brown slacks, was bulky and intended for a male, she was anything but.

With long, well-toned legs, large biceps, and two small, but perky breasts, it was clear that these weren't her clothes. The rest of her appearance confirmed this, as her wild gold hair fell down to her shoulders. Her wings were extended, and kept in immaculate condition, while beside her lay the woman’s neatly cut tail of golden hair.

Even still, she sat there, grinning to herself as she read the paper, and puffed on a brown pipe. Though it was difficult to ignore the unpleasant scent of rather low-quality tobacco, Lightning Dust was used to it. The only sound was the occasional crackle of burning smokable or the radio that occasionally filtered in from the next room.

It sounded like some old-timey big band music that Lightning Dust had come to enjoy, but she couldn't be certain. She could also hear the sound of humming in the distance, occasionally punctuated by the occasional clatter. The noise made Lightning Dust grin a little wider as she inhaled, eager to detect the sweet smell of cookies.

Sure enough, the pleasant aroma traveled down the hallway, past the various pictures of Rainbow Dash, and into the living room. Where it entered Lightning Dust’s nose and made her pause, take the pipe in one hand, and lick her lips. The anticipation was delicious, though that wasn't the only thing that Lightning Dust was eagerly looking forward to.

The entrance to the home suddenly clicked, the nob then turned, and the door swung open.

“Hey mom, dad. I’m back from Saddle Arabia,” Rainbow Dash called.

The woman stepped inside and dropped a large backpack next to the door.

“There ya are sport. Good to see ya,” Lightning Dust called in a deep voice while folding up her newspaper. “How was the adventure?”

“Oh, it was…” Rainbow Dash paused just as she was about to take off her leather wonderbolts jacket. “Lightning Dust, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Now now. Is that any way to speak to your new stepfather?” Lightning Dust retorted. “I thought your mother raised you better than that.”

“Step, what?” Rainbow Dash muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “One, you're a villain. Two, you are not my stepfather, and three. What the fuck are you doing wearing my dad’s clothes?”

“Language, dear.”

“Sorry, mom- wait,” Rainbow Dash turned to the kitchen.

Where her mother stood in the doorway, a plate of cookies in her hands, and a smile on her pregnant face. Her clothing, much like Lightning Dust’s was clearly not intended to be worn in the way it had been donned. For one, the wonderbolt shirt Windy Whistles wore was so small that it only just barely contained the woman’s titanic bust.

Heaving bosoms larger than Rainbow Dash remembered, stretched the simple teal fabric to its limits, making the logo nearly illegible. They also did nothing to hide the two very visible wet spots, or the woman’s perky nipples that jutted forward. The only thing covering the woman’s remarkably large stomach was a rather cute pink apron with the words ‘kiss the milf’ written on them in red.

Beyond that Rainbow’s mom wore only a pair of old gym shorts that barely encompassed her incredibly wide, child-bearing hips. So wide in fact, was the woman that Rainbow Dash could see that sections of fabric were already starting to rip. Allowing for greyish-blue skin to become visible despite how much Rainbow Dash wished it wasn't.

“Mom, what the fuck?” Rainbow Dash cursed.

“Watch your language,” Lightning Dust commented.

“Thank you, dear,” Windy Whistles offered.

“It's no problem at all, love,” Lightning Dust replied, flashing Windy Whistles a wink.

“Oh, you always know how to make me blush,” Windy Whistles shot back.

“Mom, what the fuck is going on here? Since when were you pregnant? Weres dad?” Rainbow Dash demanded.

“We don't talk about your father in this house,” Windy Whistles replied in a low tone. “We wouldn't want the new man of the house to feel unwelcome.”

“That's quite alright, love. I know I’m number one in your heart and that nothing is ever going to change that,” Lightning Dust offered.

“Well if you insist darling,” Windy Whistles declared, pausing to place the tray of cookies on the coffee table with considerable effort, her knees creaking audibly as she did so. “It all began after your father and I got divorced.”

“Wait, what?” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Don't interrupt your mother,” Lightning Dust remarked.

“Thank you, dear,” Windy Whistles continued before Rainbow Dash had a chance to speak. “You see our marriage had been on the rocks for years but after I found out he had been in a relationship with his personal trainer since last September we decided to break things off.”

“Wait, mister Huge Gains?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Yes. It seems as though your father is what they call a sub or a bottom and Huge Gains is the bear or top in this metaphor,” Windy Whistles explained.

“I know what you mean,” Rainbow Dash dismissed. “But what does this have to do with why Lightning Dust is here or why you’re pregnant all of a sudden.”

“Those two things are quite intimately connected,” Windy Whistles exclaimed.

“Why don't you come to sit down while you explain? I know how how much your knees must be killing you,” Lightning Dust offered, patting her lap.

“My aren't you just a charmer?” Windy Whistles whispered huskily.

“Anything for you,” Lightning Dust replied.

Windy Whistles then walked over and sat down on the other woman’s lap, easily fitting in snugly. The move was so practiced, so perfectly executed that Rainbow Dash knew that it had not been the first time they had done so. With that realization sliding into place, Rainbow Dash couldn't help but put the pieces together and begin to figure out what was going on.

She didn't want it to be true and looked for anything to dissuade the notion that her brain was asserting as truth. What she found only served to reinforce that notion, namely how the pair were holding hands, and snuggling intimately. Rainbow Dash also noticed that Lightning Dust’s pants sported a large, noticeable, and throbbing bulge that ran down one leg.

“Now where was I?” Windy Whistles muttered. “Oh, that's right. We were talking about how one of the worst days in my life turned into one of the absolute best!”

“Mine too, love. Though something tells me that our best day ever is coming up soon,” Lightning dust teased, rubbing Windy Whistles’ massively pregnant belly.

“Oh I know dear but one thing at a time,” Windy Whistles retorted.

“Right, right. Of course,” Lightning Dust muttered. “Go on.”

Rainbow Dash just stood there, her jaw hanging open slightly.

“So, I was sitting there at the kitchen table after just sending away the divorce papers and was about to open a bottle of wine when the most wonderful woman in the world dropped in on me,” Windy Whistles proclaimed, turning to plant a wet kiss on Lightning Dust’s cheek.

“You are too kind, love,” Lightning Dust replied. “I was just here to drop something off for Rainbow Dash that she had left at the academy.”

“What? I didn't forget anything,” Rainbow Dash retorted.

“Oh, so you didn't forget a diary there? It had your name on it and everything. Even a bunch of rather revealing things about you,” Lightning Dust asked in an exaggeratedly concerned tone of voice.

“I didn't know you liked taking golden showers. How can you afford to do that?” Windy Whistles asked.

“I do not! Augh. You're getting off-topic again,” Rainbow Dash accused.

“Right. So after I brought back your diary that I definitely did not write myself, I noticed that your mother seemed rather distressed and I asked what was wrong,” Lightning Dust professed.

“Oh, she was so dashing. So concerned for me, and so eager to help turn my terrible day around. Little did she know that she’d turn my whole year around,” Windy Whistles proclaimed.

“That's not the only thing of yours I turned around,” Lightning Dust teased.

Windy Whistles giggled, and lightly smacked the other woman on the leg. “Oh you, not around Rainbow. I’m already wet enough already.”

“You know me. I don't mind getting a little… moist,” Lightning Dust whispered, leaning forward and slipping her hands beneath Windy’s apron and rubbing her belly.

“Oh Lightning,” Windy murmured huskily.

“Stop molesting my mother!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Rainbow Dash. Don't yell!” Windy Whistles demanded.

“Now love. She’s just a bit surprised is all,” Lightning Dust commented. “Why don't we go back a bit and tell her the whole story.”

“Yes, I’m sure that will help Rainbow Dash adjust to her new home life quite well,” Windy Whistles stated. “Now then, where were we?”

Lightning Dust crept up to the small, out-of-the-way cloud house at the edge of upper Cloudsdale. Two stories, and in a decent neighborhood, it was clearly the home of a small family, though all but one window was dark. Not like Lightning Dust was concerned, as she was busy creeping up to the edge of the structure while trying to figure out which room was Rainbow Dash’s.

As the one-time wonderbolt hopeful was figuring out the fine details of her plan, and deciding how best to get the diary inside, she noticed something. The lone illuminated room was occupied by a rather attractive older woman who lacked any company whatsoever. Despite the lateness of the hour she had no husband nearby, nor was the porch light on, indicating that she wasn't expecting anyone.

“Hmm, maybe it's time for a change of plan,” she muttered to herself.

Creeping a little closer, and making sure not to step on the petunias, Lightning Dust made her way up to the window. Though late, the moon was bright in the sky, illuminating just enough to make sure Lightning Dust didn't step on anything important. Once at her target, Lightning Dust peeked around the corner and immediately felt something stir in her pants.

Sitting at the table with a bottle of merlot and an empty wine glass, was the most milfiest milf to ever bear the label. With tits, each of which were nearly bigger than her head, the older mare was nearly as well endowed as Lightning Dust herself, though not in the same department. The curves didn't stop there, as she had childbearing hips so wide Lightning Dust guessed she’d be able to bear triplets with little issue.

Her hair had seen better days, and she wore no makeup to speak of, but Lightning Dust cared little for those things. The natural look worked perfectly for this older pony, her cute white freckles at the corner of her eyes bringing out her inner beauty perfectly. Though a little chubby, with some flab around her midsection, Lightning Dust was utterly enchanted. Not even the ratty bathrobe and faded pajamas could hide the absolutely perfect sitting only a few feet away.

Facing the window, the older pony didn't notice Lightning Dust’s presence, her gaze turned downward. From her point of view, Lightning Dust could just barely make out what was written therein, though the only thing she could clearly see was a single word. Divorce.

“Dear diary. Jackpot,” Lightning Dust whispered to herself.

Ducking under the window, Lightning Dust scampered up to the door and tucked the diary into the back of her track pants. Her loosely fitting zip-up sweater had its creases quickly removed and her black and gold undershirt was then tucked firmly in. She then took a moment to spit in her hand and run it through her slicked-back hair, ensuring that not a single stray strand was astray.

“Hello, my name is Lightning Dust,” Lightning Dust whispered to herself. “Good enough.”

With everything in place, Lightning Dust raised her right hand and wrapped her knuckles against the door three times. With that done, she took a step back and waited, the girl doing her best to look aloof, and like she was too cool for this place. A moment later the door opened to reveal a rather confused, and now slightly disappointed older woman.

She recovered quickly and slapped on a wide if a bit fake, smile. “Hello, how may I help you this evening?” offered the older woman.

“Hey I was just here to drop something Rainbow Dash left back at the academy,” Lightning Dust replied, pulling the book out and holding it up. “Seems to be a diary of some kind.”

“Oh my, how nice of you. I’m her mother, Windy Whistles,” exclaimed the elder pegasus.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” Lighting Dust offered.

Windy Whistles blushed and waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, that’s very sweet of you.”

She then plucked the book from Lightning Dust’s hand and took a step back inside.

“I appreciate you doing this for her. I’ll be sure to mention that…” Windy Whistles waited expectantly.

“Lightning Dust,” answered the younger woman.

“Lightning Dust helped her out,” Windy Whistles replied. “Good night.”

“Just a second,” Lightning Dust interjected, stepping forward and catching the edge of the door. “I know this may be intruding somewhat, but I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be expecting someone else.”

Windy Whistles seemed ready to argue, to demand this stranger leave, but quickly caved, sighing deeply.

“I was hoping you were my husband, or ex-husband I suppose,” Windy Whistles murmured. “He hasn't even come by to pick up his things. Just sent a letter to ship a box of a few things to some strange address and that was it.”

“That's just ridiculous. Not only did he give up on an absolutely stunning woman like yourself, but he doesn't even have the decency to face you. I’m sorry to say this miss Whistles but you don't have the best taste in men,” Lightning Dust stated.

Windy Whistles giggled, a hand going to her mouth while a blush sprung to her cheeks.

“Oh that's nice of you to say, but he wasn't always quite so rude. There was a time when he was the most romantic man I’d ever met,” Windy Whistles declared.

“But then the years went on and he lost sight of you. Insane, I’d never be able to take my eyes off of you if I were in his position,” Lightning Dust pressed, nearly pushing her way inside.

“That's very sweet of you,” Windy Whistles replied.

“I’m not being nice. Well, I am, but not just nice. I really do mean it. You are a gorgeous woman, with a wonderful heart,” Lightning Dust declared. “I know that may be a bit presumptuous but I am a really good judge of character.”

“Really? Oh my…” Windy Whistles gasped. “It's been so long since anyone’s talked to me like that. I don't know what to say.”

“How about this?” Lightning Dust began. “You invite me inside, and we have a little girl’s night huh? I got the feeling you got a few things you want to get off your chest.”

Windy Whistles recoiled, a hand going to her heart.

“I don't know,” murmured the older woman. “I just met you and-”

“I know it's sudden,” Lightning Dust retorted, stepping forward and taking the milf’s hand in her own. “But I feel a connection to you, Windy. And I feel like you really need someone to talk to.”

Slowly, Windy Whistles’ apprehension slowly melted away, and a grin spread across her face.

“Oh what the heck? It would be good to talk to someone other than just myself,” Windy Whistles declared.

“Atta girl,” Lightning Dust replied.

Releasing the older woman’s hand, Lightning Dust stepped back and allowed Windy Whistles to open the door for her.

“Come on in and make yourself at home. I’ll get the wine,” Windy Whistles offered.

“Hopefully not too much. Wouldn't wanna get crazy,” Lightning Dust shot back.

Windy Whistles giggled, the woman disappearing into the kitchen, only to reappear a moment later with a pair of glasses and a bottle.

“Oh, I’m sure we won't get up too much mischief,” Windy Whistles stated.

“Speaking of mischief, where did your little one end up? I haven't seen Crash in a while,” Lightning Dust inquired.

“Oh she's off helping princess Twilight with some very important mission off in Saddle Arabia,” Windy Whistles replied.

The older woman bent over, placing the glasses on the table and inadvertently giving Lightning Dust an amazing view. Miles of cleavage, along with a pair of breasts so big they could feed a dozen kids with ease captured her attention. Until they disappeared, falling beneath the aged pink pajama top Windy Whistles wore beneath her house coat.

“She won't be back for several months apparently,” Windy Whistles, oblivious to the eye fucking her tits had just received. “Something to do with some prince or something threatening a rebellion.”

“That's a real shame,” Lightning Dust muttered. “Leaving her mom alone in her time of need.”

Windy Whistles waved a dismissive hand at her guest. “Oh, it's nothing like that. She doesn't even know about the divorce yet. Poor dear is rather oblivious when it comes to this type of thing.”

“Fast as heck, but as thick as a brick,” Lightning Dust commented.

“I wouldn't say that,” Windy Whistles murmured, only to wince. “Though you aren't too far off the mark.”

Lightning Dust watched as her host poured her a glass of red wine, and pushed it over to her. The older woman then plopped down in a well-worn leather seat across from her, body jiggling for a moment before falling still.

“Oh, that's not an insult, not really. Everyone is different you know? Rainbow Dash can be oblivious, you deserve someone better, and as for me…” Lightning Dust frowned. “I am a little lonely. I must admit.”

“That's terrible, a pretty, kind girl like yourself shouldn't feel lonely. Well, I know it's only for tonight but consider yourself a guest in this house,” Windy Whistles stated earnestly.

“I already feel better just being here with you,” Lightning Dust declared.

“I feel the same way. I’m glad you stopped by tonight,” Windy Whistles added.

“How about a toast,” Lightning Dust offered, raising her glass. “To moving on, and to brighter tomorrows!”

“A wonderful toast,” Windy Whistles agreed.

The pair clinked their glasses together before tipping them back and taking a conservative gulp of the dry, earthy liquid.

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