When The Sun Sets

All things considered, it had been an odd day for Adagio Dazzle.

For someone who had lived through the Boxer Rebellion, the Prench Revoloution, the Civil War and both World Wars – and who had instigated two of those events – that the day she had just experienced would live in her memory, that was saying something.

It had started just the same as any other Tuesday. The leaves were falling from the trees, the sun was trying its best to heat up an autumnal morning that was quickly becoming a winter one. Adagio had arrived at Canterlot High School ready to teach the unruly teenagers their history. It was very much same old ordinary.

Then, at lunch, the director of the School Board, Governor Neighsay himself had shown up with a small following of lackeys and in the space of thirty minutes everything had become not normal at all. Enacting a long laid plan, he had tapped into the magic of the portal and attacked the school.

In a split second, Adagio had found herself, at Luna’s behest, evacuating hundreds of students out the back and sending frantic emergency messages to Fluttershy and then to Sunset Shimmer and the rest of her friends. Luckily, they had all dropped their university classes or their work and arrived ready on the scene.

Adagio had wanted to fight, of course she had. She wasn’t about to let some power crazed lunatic endanger the lives of the students under her care. And yes, Adagio was aware of the deep irony of that thought, but her first priority had been the safety of the students. Again, she was aware of the irony.

Now, after a very, very long afternoon of checking the students for injuries, managing any that needed medical care, dealing with parents and worse, liasing with the authorities, Adagio Dazzle was one exhausted kitten. The first thing she had done when she had gotten back to the home she shared with Fluttershy was strip off her dirty skirt suit she wore for school and after that was deposited in the laundry, she had donned her kitten ears, her hand and foot paws – but no plug tail – and she was curled up on the couch, cuddling a pillow to her body which was naked but for her yellow collar.

As soon as Fluttershy had dropped off the last of her friends – Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash, who were both attending Harmony University – and she had driven Pinkie Pie and Rarity back to the Carousel Boutique, the caretaker had made all speed back to her home on Lakeview Drive. “Dagi?” she called out softly when she had opened the door. “Adagio?” she repeated when she got no reply. Walking through to the living room she found her girlfriend, looking cute as a button all dressed up. “Hello my sweet kitten, do you have school prep work to do?”

“Nah,” Adagio replied without turning around on the couch or releasing her grip on the pillow she was hugging, “The school's out for the rest of this week. Luna thought it best, you know, what with the twenty foot rampaging demon terrorising the kids.”

Smiling affectionately, Fluttershy placed a hand to Adagio's forehead, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel like I had to take the lead and shepherd three hundred scared to death kids to safety out the school's back door,” replied Adagio without any humour in her voice. She simply hugged the pillow tighter to her body. “Shook up, I guess.”

Silently, Fluttershy folded her green skirt under her rear and she sat on the couch next to Adagio and, after winning the tug of war to gently remove a paw from the pillow, she held it in her hand. “I was worried about you.”

“I was worried about me too,” Adagio didn’t put up too much of a ‘fight’ with Fluttershy. In truth she wanted to be held and petted. When she laughed, it was a little too high, “And I was worried about you, and the kids, Luna, Cheerilee, Samson the class hamster, hell, I was even worried about old Cranky too, why not?”

While Fluttershy did sympathise with Adagio, there was the problem with Sunset foremost in her mind at the moment. “Um, Dagi, you remember Sunset Shimmer?” she asked tentatively, for even though the sirens were all friendly with the Equestrian now, it hadn’t always been an easy peace. ( As if she could forget the instrument of their destruction)

At the mention of Sunset Shimmer’s name, Adagio sat up and gave Fluttershy a ‘what the fuck’ look. “Are you seriously asking me that, Shy?” she answered with a question of her own. Adagio was certain that when she was old and frail, dribbling into her care home tea with all her wits gone, she would remember Shimmer.

By way of explanation, Fluttershy simply placed a full forceful kiss on Adagio’s full lips. “Why I was worried coming home,” she said softly, “I wasn't sure if I should be scared or excited.”

“About Shimmer?” there was a note of incredulity in Adagio’s voice that she didn’t try to hide. “You aren't thinking of bringing miss goody two hooves in on our sexy times, are you?”

Fluttershy didn’t know how to say what needed to be said, so she just came out and said it, like one quickly ripping off a band aid. “She is a pony now, in our world.”

The incredulity Adagio felt manifested itself in her wide eyed stare. Shimmer, who enjoyed playing pony dress up, was an actual pony? “You're joking, right?”

To show that she was not joking, Fluttershy shook her head with such emphasis that her pink hair shook in front of her face. “I wasn't sure if what forces had changed her might have changed you too.”

Rather sullenly, Adagio made an exaggerated show of looking herself over. She lifted up her arms one after the other and facetiously checked her legs and her ass. “I’m pretty sure I haven't grown fins since I looked last.” She sat back and thumped the sofa with a pawed hand. “Lucky bitch!”

“I love you as you are, my pretty kitten,” Fluttershy went into calming mode to try and diffuse the situation before it could deteriorate any further, “But I was excited to see if you had changed as I'd still love you, but I was scared that if you had changed, if you'd still love me.”

And just like that, Adagio’s fury and venom left her as suddenly as it had appeared. She didn’t want to be the source of that tone in her girlfriend’s voice. “Of course I'd still love you, my wonderful butterfly!” she pulled her beloved caretaker into a cuddle, “I'd wrap my long scaly tail around you and keep you safe in my hooves. You’d ride on my back and I'd swim with you in the oceans...but that won't happen. My connection to anything magical was shattered along with our original amulets.”

Fluttershy wanted that. She wanted all of that, ever since she had seen Adagio’s true Equestrian form at the climax of the Showcase. “I didn't think a pony from the other world could exist as a pony in this one. But here we are. You stayed behind when I visited that world. Next time I will not let you do so.”

“Thanks Shy,” despite that though, Adagio still hugged her lover tight like she didn’t want to ever let her go, “You have no idea how much I want to swim again. I mean really swim, like I used to back home.” Saying that, the siren had a thought and a wry grin crossed her face, “Let me guess, Miss Purple Smart is getting her panties in a bunch trying to figure it all out, huh?”

“Do you need to use the litter box?” asked Fluttershy, who skillfully dodged the question. In truth it didn’t need answering. They both knew Twilight Sparkle. If you knew Twilight, then you knew why that didn’t need an answer. Instead she had other things in mind for her kitten. “I'd like to give my kitty a tail now she can wrap me up in.”

“Yeah, I do actually,” Adagio replied with a playful giggle, “Enough wallowing on the couch!” with that heroic declaration, the kitten picked herself up onto her paws and knees and she stretched like a cat, showing off her hard earned toned body. “What happened with Neighsay, by the way?” she asked, her ass up in the air, “Did you superheroes smack him down, or what?”

“Yes,” Fluttershy commented as she openly admired her kitten’s body, “We powered up and rainboomed him. He’s in jail right now, I assume. They’re still sorting the fallout from what he did, but that isn't my job!” And grateful she was too that it wasn’t her job. Following her kitten up the stairs, Neighsay was far from her mind.

~ ~ ~

An hour across town, at one Carousel Boutique, Rarity had just locked the closed door behind her and tossed her keys into the bowl in her back room. She turned an exhausted look to the bundle of eternal energy that was Pinkie Pie. “Darling,” she started delicately, for Pinkie required a delicate touch, “I don’t mean to question you, but was a...”

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, an act that made her short skirt bounce up over her bubble butt, Pinkie Pie interrupted her girlfriend, “A party is always necessary, Rares,” she stated solemly like it was her creed in life. Which it was.

“For a horn dildo?” asked Rarity in what she hoped was a not too frustrated voice, while Pinkie Pie got a dreamy far away look and her eyes glazed over as Rarity swept a stray strand of her hair back into it’s proper place, “I do hope you can forgive me.”

Caught off guard by the tone in Rarity’s voice, Pinkie stopped bouncing and she blinked once then twice, utterly confounded. “Forgive you for what?”

“For not using my horn on you when I had the chance, the last time we were in Equestria.” It had honestly never crossed Rarity’s mind that a unicorn could use her horn in such a way, but having witnessed Sunset doing just that to Applejack, well, she was having regrets.

“Pfft, that's okay,” Pinkie Pie snorted and waved her hand like it was nothing, “I have this!” she reached into her poufy pink hair with both hands and she proudly pulled out a white twelve inch long unicorn horn strap on dildo that tapered from a rounded tip to three inches at the base. Brandishing it like a knight wielding a sword, she placed it reverently in Rarity’s hands.

Rarity took the strap on like she had been handed the sword from the stone. She had learned long ago never to question where Pinkie got things from and just to accept it. She studied the perfect representation of a unicorn’s horn and her mind was made up. “Kitchen table. Now.”

Pinkie Pie was off in a literal flash, moving so fast she left a blur behind, leaving Rarity to follow her at a more sedate pace. Using skills garnered from a lifetime working with clothing, the dominant fashionista deftly removed her skirt and strapped the dildo in place without breaking stride.

~ ~ ~

Far across the city of Canterlot, a world weary Cheerilee staggered into the home she now shared permanently with Principal Luna. “Boy… am I glad today's over...” she said to the quiet empty villa. In the entrance hall, she shrugged off her jacket and hung it on the hook next to the one her wife used before she kicked off her flats and flexed her aching feet.

Usually the house being quiet was a source of peace for the teacher. Now, it was almost oppressive, like it was taunting her. After the day she’d had, she needed her wife and she needed her Mistress, but she knew Luna wouldn’t be home for hours yet, not after what Neighsay had done.

Cheerilee didn’t envy the Principal for having to deal with all the red tape and the officials and the authorities. She knew Celestia had dealt with all that after the Friendship Games and after Camp Everfree and all the other incidents that had plagued the high school over the years.

“Damned Equestrian bullshit…” Cheerilee reached for her phone and she and dialled Berryshine’s number before she remembered that Berryshine was in another country at a horse show and Roseluck was in Equestria foalsitting for Celestia. She hung up the call that wasn’t going to be answered and put the phone away.

“Damnit!” exclaimed Cheerilee, who slumped boneless onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling for what felt like hours but was only a few moments. What should she do? Without her Mistress’s guiding hand, she felt at a loss. She couldn’t talk to her friends, or to her sister in law, or to Moonsilver, and Luna wasn’t there.

Ultimately, after much deliberation, Cheerilee decided on what she considered to be her ‘default’ setting. If she was tired, Luna would be more so. If she was feeling anxious, she knew Luna would be too. As her submissive, Cheerilee knew what she should do. The first thing she did was remove all her clothing and dump them in the hamper to be washed when her Mistress’s clothes were added later.

Next, Cheerilee removed her collar. Normally she wouldn’t do such a thing, but to have a shower or bath, she had been given permission from her Mistress. She placed it reverently on top of the hamper and stepped into the shower. She didn’t know when Luna would be back, but when she did come home, her Mistress would find her impeccably cleaned, groomed and shaven.

Cheerilee spent almost an hour in the shower. Usually she was in and out, but that day, after everything, she not only washed and shaved herself, but after that, the fuchsia skinned woman lay in the tub and allowed the hot water to just wash over her, almost like it was washing away her fears and anxieties of the incredibly troubling day.

When she finally emerged from the shower, Cheerilee was a different woman. Much like a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis, she stood in front of the full body driers and stretched, angling her body in all directions to get the cleansing heat everywhere.

It was a full two hours later, at just past eight in the evening, when a very, very exhausted Luna walked into the villa with a long, low, “Uuuuuugh!” to vocalise just how she felt. “Leelee, are you home?”

“Yes Mistress!” Cheerilee heard Luna kick the door closed just as she emerged naked, but for her dark blue collar, out of the kitchen like a vision of Aphrodite herself. This particular vision bore the exquisite gift of a freshly brewed steaming hot mug of coffee complete with three sugars on a tray for her Mistress.

“Leelee, I swear you are my saviour!” Luna, who looked as frazzled as she felt, stumbled forwards into the large living room and without looking, she tossed her purse onto the couch and made a beeline for her easy chair. She let out a happy sigh when she sank into it and she felt it sink under her bodyweight and mould to her, supporting her. Then, she held out her hands for the coffee like a baby needing her bottle.

Quietly and obediently, Cheerilee served her Mistress the coffee and she knelt by the easy chair on her dark blue cushion. On her knees, she reverently pulled of Luna's heeled shoes and she massaged her tired feet. “I was worried about you, Mistress.”

Luna sipped her coffee then she let out a low, soft moan. What else could she do when her pet’s miraculous fingers were caressing and kneading her feet, when her thumbs were rubbing circles in her soles and arches. “I thought the school board bureaucracy was slow, but I discovered today that the police have proven idiocy crosses all boundaries. Oh…” she sighed deeply, “Yes, work your magic, Leelee, just there…”

At her Mistress’s feet, Cheerilee simply smirked as she rubbed her talented fingers and thumbs over Luna's stocking-clad feet like she was a pilgrim at worship. She did truly adore them. They had the perfect size, the perfect shape and the perfect odour. “You survived the horror of the authorities then, Mistress?” she asked with a smile, “I knew you would.”

“All the students were accounted for,” commented with blissfully closed eyes and a mouthful of sweet, sweet coffee. “That crazy asshole, Neighsay, is in jail. The magic has been contained, crisis averted. Hmm, do be a dear and unclip my garters so you can remove my stockings. I've been on my feet all day.”

The smirking Cheerilee caught the way Luna dragged out ‘all’ like it was spelled with several ‘a’s’. She had been there that day. Happily, she did as she was commanded, reaching up Luna’s dark blue legs, unfastening the stockings from the garters and slipping those stockings off one after the other. She used her teeth to tug them off her toes and down there she wrinkled her nose. “Hmm, I can tell, Mistress,” she giggled as she placed soft kisses on the top of each exposed toe. “The students really impressed me today. None of them panicked, and Adagio did an excellent job of evacuating them.”

Luna was in absolute heaven. Before she had met Cheerilee, she had never really appreciated her feet, not until she had appreciated her feet. “You may have free reign on my feet, my sweet love. Could you imagine my dear sister dealing with today?”

That was permission for Cheerilee to do whatever she pleased with her Mistress’s feet, and put them wherever she pleased – within reason – and the submissive teacher took the opportunity for what it was. In between long slow licks up and down Luna's sweaty soles, she replied, “Ms. Celestia would deal with it like you did, Mistress, with calm professionalism, at least until she got home.”

A series of pleasured giggles left Luna’s mouth at that. “Yes, I think I agree with you, Leelee. That fallout was something else to deal with. Do you recall our last visit to meet with her?”

Since she was given freedom to do whatever she wanted with Luna’s feet, Cheerilee took her right foot and stroked her moist labia with her toes, and her left foot she placed up on her breasts. “I recall that last time we visited her very well, Mistress, her beautiful little filly was just out of diapers, wasn't she?”

Now it was Luna’s turn to smirk, as she wiggled the toes against her pet’s labia and she clenched her big toe and the next one around a nipple. The gasp of pleasure she drew from her lover was like ambrosia to her. “She was, and do you remember how Sunset Shimmer looked when she went with us to visit her mom?”

“MMmmmmm…” Cheerilee moaned, the submissive woman all the happy, “Of course, she looked like we did at the time, Mistress. She was a unicorn, like you. I was an earth pony.” Though she wondered where Luna was going with this, she didn’t question it. “I want to go see them for Hearth's Warming. I won't ever get tired of being called Aunty Leelee.”

“Sunset looks like that now,” stated Luna, at last getting to the nub of both her point and of Cheerilee’s pussy.

“For real? Lu,” Cheerilee was so surprised she did something she very, very rarely did. She broke character and set her wife’s feet aside, “It's been too long a day to play games, I’m not in the mood for that.”

“For real,” confirmed Luna as she finished off the blessed life giving liquid that was her coffee, “I closed the school till Monday for clean up and repairs. Tomorrow, I'm going to write to Tia and let her know what happened today. As for Sunset Shimmer, I suspect that AJ, I mean, Applejack, bundled her off to that farm of hers as soon as they knew something was up.”

“So...let me get this right, Sunset Shimmer, she's a pony. Not just the ears and tails and rainbows?” asked Cheerilee, to which Luna just nodded her head, “She went the whole way?” then, deciding to be naughty, she lifted Luna's foot up and nibbled a big toe hard enough to get her attention. “AJ? I've never ever heard you use a student's - ex student's - nickname before.”

“I like them,” Luna stated in her defence, at the same time using her nibbled foot to slightly gently slap Cheerilee across the cheek, “Ever since that time at camp. I think I can relax around them. Tia trusted them, so will I. But, I'm not sure what to do about Sunset though. I'm going to let it go till Monday, and then I'll check up on them to see if something needs doing.”

“Good call, Mistress,” Cheerilee lowered the foot that had administered her discipline back down to her pussy and she inserted the big toe into her dripping snatch. “Inform Ms Celestia tomorrow. She can inform Sunset's mother and the other princesses. I'm sure they'd appreciate you going over to the farm. I know they carry you in the same regard you have for them.”

Opening her eyes, Luna smiled. It was a broad, genuine smile. Talking to her Leelee always made her feel better and this was no exception. “Thank you for your counsel. You may come my lovely pet. Use me.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” since the order was given, Cheerilee was very quick to get herself off on Luna's toes. She bounced up and down on her wife’s foot, moaning in sheer pleasure until she ended up squirting her climax all over the beautiful foot and the wooden floor.

“Beautiful, pet, simply beautiful,” Luna beamed down affectionately at her submissive partner, “Now be a good girl and clean my toes, and then you can find out if I bothered with panties today.”

~ ~ ~

Safely secreted back in her study in the dorm room of Harmony University she shared with Rainbow Dash, one Twilight Sparkle was hard at work on her computer. Beside her, her note book was open, and all around her on the floor were scattered pages of notes amid scattered and discarded books. Behind her was a board with pictures connected by lines of red yarn and thumb tacks.

“Twi...” Rainbow Dash staggered naked into the study, weary eyed. What greeted her was utter darkness and her girlfriend’s face illuminated by the light of the computer screen. The look on her face was straight from a cheap horror movie. “It's two a.m., come to bed, huh?”

“You're going to have to carry her out of here,” Spike jumped off the couch where he had been resting, “She won't listen to me.”

“I have to fix this!” declared Twilight, the light from the monitor screen made the crazy look on her face twice as crazy as it had been. Her eyes bulged wide and her pupils shrank, a tick making one eye twitch.

“Why?” asked Rainbow, who rubbed her eyes in an attempt to rub the sleep away, “It's not your mess to fix, babe!” the naked athlete walked over and hugged her girlfriend from behind, moving Twilight's hands reluctantly away from the well hammered keyboard.

“If not me, then who will!?”

“Duh,” Rainbow smirked deep into Twilight’s ear, a smirk that became a deep, probing kiss all the way up the outside of the lobe, “It's a pony problem, so like, I dunno, contact a pony?” as she said that, Twilight sat there looking stunned. “Besides, we don't even know if it is a problem yet, do we? Maybe this is just Sunset ponying up, we don't know, do we?”

“We ponied down,” said Twilight, who was trying to marshal her many thoughts, “Why didn't she?”

“Maybe because she was born a unicorn?” offered Rainbow, “Adagio told me they have a greater affinity for magic. We aren't Equestrian, are we? We just reflect the elements of harmony, y'know, and add our own magic to the mix.”

“What if this kills her!?”

“What if, what if,” Rainbow Dash hugged Twilight to her so tight she was able to lift her up out of her seat and turn her around to face her, “Twi, she could die tomorrow from a host of not-Equestrian related stuff, we all could. You can't do the whole Twilynanas thing on a what if!”

“I've been telling her that for the past six hours,” grumbled Spike, who was off to the kitchen to find one of his doggie treats and get a drink of water. He was grateful Rainbow was there to take over talking sense duties from him.

“But I have to do something!”

“Like I said,” Rainbow reached up and gently smoothed Twilight’s purple hair out of her eyes and used the same thumb to caress her cheek, “Call a pony.”

“But Sunset has the book…”

“So, we go visit, it’s not like we have something that needs to be done tomorrow, do we?”

“Study for our classes?”

“Yeah, that's not happening, Twi.” Rainbow carefully removed the glasses from her girlfriend’s face and set them down on the desk by the computer so she could kiss her eyes, “You're way too fried right now, and besides, you’re cheating me out of my sub time.”

Devoid of her thick glasses, all Twilight could see that close up was Rainbow’s blue face. She blinked once then twice, a faint blush crept over her cheeks. “Oh...oh, I’m sorry…”

Giggling, Rainbow Dash wiggled her ass, “I think that's my line, Twi.”

~ ~ ~

Over in the ancient wooden homestead of Sweet Apple Acres, an immensely pregnant Sugar Belle was reclining on the couch in what was the latest comfortable position she could get into. It had been an incredibly long day of having her bladder kicked about like a soccer ball by her unborn son. She loved being pregnant, but she wasn’t keen on the unflattering maternity dress. “Is everything okay, Mac?” she asked, recognising the pensive look on her husband’s face.

To a casual observer, or one who didn’t know Macintosh Apple as well as she did, one could be forgiven for thinking the tall muscular farmer wasn’t wearing any emotion at all. Macintosh however wore a most apprehensive look on his chiselled features. “Why do you ask?”

Sugar Belle sighed and rested a hand on her rather huge bump, “I heard you talking to Bloom earlier while she was busy with the laundry.”

“She was peeking in on her sister,” Macintosh explained simply, deciding not to go into too much detail, like how Applebloom was masturbating furiously, or that Sunset Shimmer wasn’t exactly playing the pony in the barn this time.

The pregnant woman giggled and patted the space on the couch next to her, “A girl has to learn somehow, Mac.”

“If she asks and AJ puts on a show, that's fine,” Macintosh continued as he got up and sat on the couch, taking up the rapidly diminishing space. As his wife got bigger, that got smaller. Not that he complained about that. “But she needs to stop being a sneak.”

“Sorry,” Sugar Belle conceded, “I know you're right.” A smile crossed her lips when he quietly nodded his head. “Is AJ okay?” another nod answered her question, and her smile grew wider. “Was she playing with the pony Sunset in the barn?”

“How did you know?”

“They do it all the time,” Sugar Belle replied as she rested her weary head on her husband’s broad shoulder, “I've seen how much Sunset loves to pretend to be a pony…” she trailed off to silence as Macintosh stared at her blankly. Right at that very moment, Applejack interrupted them by leading an amber coloured pony walk through the room and up the stairs. “Um…Mac, why is AJ brining a horse into the house?”

A long, deep sigh seeped out of Macintosh. “That ‘horse’ was Sunset in her latest pony gear.” That admission had Sugar Belle giving him a blank look, to which he just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Magic. I don't question it.”

“Okay,” that explanation was good enough for Sugar Belle. Macintosh was okay with it. Obviously Applejack was okay with it. That was all she needed to know. “Can you please carry me up to bed? I'm ready for some serious snuggling.”

“Eeyup!” grinning, Macintosh stood and, with the greatest of ease, the strong farmer picked up his wife and, holding her and her precious cargo in his arms, he carried her up to their bedroom.