Forty Five minutes after her departure from the Pegasus Landing Pad located on the thirtieth floor of the Manehatten City Hall and Wildfire was preparing to land in the back yard to the rear of her new home. The flight back home hadn’t been nearly as exciting as the one going had been. Following the same glide slope she had used to land there Wildfire had quickly and without incident left the congested air traffic around the city proper and soon found herself in the open sky towards Stallion Island.

“Alrighty, here we go…” she muttered to herself as her flight suit and headset guided her in the last few feet to a perfect landing on the wooden decking, the beacon on the door beeping three times to signify she was where she wanted to be. ‘I even missed the oak tree! Go me!’ she thought, using her tongue to slide the bit in her mouth to the ‘off’ position. Approaching the closed door, she knocked twice with her left hoof as was her custom, before nudging it open and trotting inside to the dining room. “It’s just me Pretty!” She called out.

“You don't have to knock, Wily.” Airmail’s voice came from the great room, along with some jazz style music she didn’t recognise being turned off. She assumed it was either radio or CD. “You're back early, didn't you get the job?”

“It's only manners,” Wildfire replied as she made her way through the dining room to the small connecting hallway that joined it to the great room. “I didn't want to catch you with a stray mare, that's my job.” She giggled at her own joke, “Chief Rung wasn't in, so we made an appointment to see him at nine a.m. tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s Sunday.” Airmail mentally facehooved. Hard. “If you catch me with a strange mare you can make it a threesome!” She giggled as she watched the little mare precisely feel her way around the wall and walk towards the sound of her voice.

“Best to bring her back in then.” Wildfire giggled. Zeroing in on Airmail’s northern accent, she hazarded a guess she was on the couch to the left of the small hallway that ran along the wall opposite the front door. Feeling with her right wingtip she felt the coffee table she knew was in front of the couch, and was about to sit down when Airmail interrupted her.

“Just me and my feather collection.” The azure blue pegasus smiled, “you want to touch them?”

“Oooh!” Wildfire squeaked when she took her flight headset off and placed in on the corner of the coffee table where she would easily find it again. “Can I? I promise I'll be careful!”

Airmail giggled and hovered up, then she picked up the curio case from the shelf that held her collection of four feathers, four memories dear to her heart. “You'll think you weren’t with one of them. I keep them over on these shelves. I've added Lunas to the top, yours is right below it.” She landed next to Wildfire and, opening the case, she placed it in Wildfire’s right hoof. “Bottom one was from Captain Tenderhoof.” Airmail looked misty eyed at the pale grey feather. “He was my first commander. Went on an assignment that went sour. I was sent in for clean-up. He was still alive when I got there but he died on the evac back. Last thing he did was give me that feather.”

Wildfire carefully, almost reverently, touched the feather that Airmail directed her hoof to. To her it just felt like any other feather but then she chided herself. ‘To anypony else my book is just a book.’ Instead she smiled softly, “was that your first feather?”

“Yeah, above it is the second.” Airmail gently moved her yellow hoof to feel the lower half of a violet primary feather.

“What was it like?” Wildfire asked curiously, “fighting I mean?” She touched the half feather, wondering who in Equestria would give just half a feather, while at the same time she thought it was familiar. “Whose was this?”

“Fighting was a job I had. I did it very well.” Airmail replied, happily glossing over the horrors she had witnessed through the scope of her sniper’s rifle, all those lives she had ended in a shower of gore and exploding brain matter… “that half feather was given to me by Tempest. In return I gave her a whole one. It's a funny story and best if we tell it together. Above that is yours and then Luna’s.”

“Did you like doing it?” Wildfire asked as she touched and felt her feather, the one she had plucked from her wing three days ago in the Mare’s Room of Caffeinated’s ranch. She scrunched up her muzzle, “It feels all thin and scrawny, wouldn't you like a better one now that I have them, Pretty?”

“No, Wily,” Airmail shook her head 'no' for emphasis, “I love that one dearly as you gave it to me from the heart.” She paused, thinking about Wildfire’s question. “I guess I did like doing my job. I like to think I made a difference. Sometimes I needed somepony to remind me I was liking it too much.”

“Are you sure?” Wildfire quickly moved on from her scrawny little feather and touched the primary feather that Luna had gifted to Airmail during the truth or dare game at the open mic night at Caffeinated’s coffee shop. “Wow…that is one really nice feeling feather.” She said in an impressed, almost awed, tone of voice, “y'know, we should all make a difference. It's why I loved firefighting so much.”

“I'm sure you'll show them you belong in the morning.” Airmail said kindly as she placed her azure blue hoof with Wildfire’s yellow one and closed the glass door of the curio case.

“I hope so Pretty.” Wildfire sighed, “weather duty was alright, but not 'me' y'know?”

“And Wily that feather of yours is priceless.” Airmail smiled as she hovered back up and put the case back on the shelf. “I wouldn't trade it for your whole wing full of feathers.” She landed softly and gave the diminutive yellow pegasus a tender kiss. “You gotta do what your heart leads you to do.”

Wildfire blushed a beautiful shade of red to match her fireball cutie mark. “You sweet talker.” She leant up and kissed her marefriend’s lips. “Wanna read my book? It’s only fair, I touched your treasures.” She giggled, “no burning building rescues anymore for me though I think.”

“You never know Wily.” Airmail replied, “you do what you got to do when it comes time to do it. You're not going to let a bit of blindness stop you, are you?”

“It hasn't stopped me yet,” Wildfire smiled, “I'm still here kicking and screaming.”

Airmail giggled, “you're a quiet screamer then. I'd love to read your book, but only if you snuggle with me.”

“I think I can manage that.” Wildfire laughed, “After all I do owe you for the ten yawns my movie gave you last night.”

Airmail joined her lover in a light laugh. “Either your hearing is really good or someone tattled on me.”

“Hmm…a bit of both,” Wildfire smiled as she turned and walked towards the hallway that led to the dining room and to the stairs. “I only counted four, besides, I know one you'll like better.”

“Right now I'll like a good book and some good snuggling. Then lunch.” Airmail replied, taking the lead at the stairs and heading up to the master bedroom. Taking Wildfire’s book of poems from the night stand beside the large bed, she laid on the bed, waiting to curl up with a good book while she waited for Wildfire to move in behind her into full on snuggle mode.

Following Airmail up the stairs, Wildfire used both of her wingtips to feel along the walls to get to the bedroom. Walking inside she found the bed where she remembered it and hopped up on to it next to Airmail and laid next to her. “Close enough for a snuggle, Pretty?”

“Your wing over me would be nice.”

“I can manage that.” Smiling, Wildfire draped her right wing over Airmail’s back, flaring the feathers out wide and pulling her in close and helping herself to a cheeky nuzzle along her shoulder as she did so.

Airmail ran her hoof over the real leather cover. “Do you want me to read these out loud?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire replied, nestling herself deeper into the older mare’s side, “just pick any that jump out at you, Airy.”

Taking another long moment, Airmail’s brown eyes studied the poetry book’s cover. The fact it was real genuine leather was significant enough, as was the gold embossed lettering on it, dedicating it to its owner. “Wily, how did you get the book itself?” She asked.

“My mum gave it to me on my birthday when I was ten.”

“I'm guessing you were writing poems before then?” Airmail enquired gently.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire replied enthusiastically, “I started about seven I think – though it might’ve been earlier, I used to write on any old scrap of paper I could find.” She chuckled, “it used to wind dad up no end.”

Airmail giggled, her heaving sides making Wildfire laugh along with her. “I could picture a quill on your flank, but the flames are more you I believe. They reflect the heat of your passion.”

“Hmm…probably why it took so long for my cutie mark to appear,” Wildfire commented, “I think it was confused.”

“Maybe,” Airmail said thoughtfully. She had as much idea as the next pony when it came to cutie marks and their relevance or significance. Which wasn’t much. “Well, let me begin at the beginning.” Turning the page, Airmail opened the book at the first section, Air Raid’s section, and read aloud the first poem that Tempest had read yesterday.

As she listened to Airmail’s reading of her poem, Wildfire noticed it wasn’t as smooth or confident as Tempest’s had been the day before. Quietly, not wanting to offend, the little yellow mare said, “you sound different to Stormy when she read it out.”

Airmail placed her hoof on the parchment page and giggled, “you called Stormy, ‘Stormy.’ She does a lot of public speaking and I like to read. Just reading aloud I sometimes have difficulty following the words and speaking them without getting lost or hesitating.”

Wildfire’s ears splayed back to her scalp, “I didn't mean to say you were bad, just different…”

“Love,” the lead editor smiled and gently nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek to cheer her up, which worked immediately, “I know my own limitations so don't think for a moment you'll insult me if you point them out.” For good measure she kissed her forehead. “I still do things even if I'm not good at them. You should be bold enough to do the same.”

Leaning up, Wildfire kissed the underneath of Airmail’s chin. “You let me in the kitchen I'll show you limited,” she giggled, “besides you read them better than I can, from this anyway.” She lovingly nuzzled the larger mare’s shoulder. “I like hearing you read my stuff.”

“Once we get all of these into your tablet, if you like you can print them all in braille.” Airmail said as she carefully turned the parchment page. “But for now I like reading to you, even if you know them all by heart.”

“I don't remember them all by heart,” Wildfire replied, “just a few, like that first one about Air Raid you just read out.”

The next hour was consumed with reading poem after poem, whichever one that took Airmail’s attention. After each poem she read aloud, Airmail would ask in depth about the poem, what Wildfire’s feelings and inspiration were at the time she wrote them. What surprised Wildfire was that Airmail read out each and every poem in the book, with the exception of any in braille.

When she came to the ‘Friends’ section she paused at each sub-section, asking in depth about each friend; about Cyclone, Darkstar, Brightstar, Slingshot and Dusk, more to the point if Wildfire knew where they were today. Sadly she had to shake her head. With the exception of Dusk, Wildfire admitted she had no idea whatever where her old friends were or what they were doing. Or who they were doing it with.

The ‘Braille’ bit was right at the very back of the book, taking up the last ten parchment pages behind all the other sections. Reaching the first of the braille poems, Airmail paused and looked at the series of raised dots on the page. They were incomprehensible to her, yet there was a uniformity she thought was vaguely familiar. “You need to teach me to read braille. It looks like Morse code with how the dots are arranged on the page.”

Wildfire nodded, recalling in University when Darkstar had tried to teach her Morse, and failed, “it is a lot like it, if you can do Morse then you shouldn't have much trouble with braille. You might not like the poems in this bit though.”

Airmail ran her hoof over the bumps, she was sure she only felt half of them at best, then she tried again, this time slower and felt more of them. “I need to work on my hoof sensitivity to feel the bumps.” She kissed Wildfire’s cheek, “I want to know all of you Wily. Even the sadness and darkness of your past. I want to hold you at night and shield you for the nightmares.”

“I um…I want that too, Pretty.” Wildfire gave a distinct sniff which earned her another delicate nuzzle as she ran her left hoof over the braille dots. “I learned braille shortly after my accident in the hospital. This awesome nurse helped me, Eirene her name was. A few days later I was sent to the home, I wrote these when they started getting bad, because I knew they couldn't read what I was writing.”

“Will you please read them to me?” Airmail asked softly, draping her wing around Wildfire’s back, “not the last one that you read yesterday, but the other nine. Before you start though, is it okay I record what you're reading?”

“Yuppers, it’s fine,” Wildfire nodded, “you can record me reading them.”

“Thank you Wily,” Airmail left the bedroom momentarily and returned with Wildfire’s tablet, quickly setting the device to record, and laid it with the microphone aimed at the little yellow mare. “So that Stormy can hear them later if you don't want to read them again.”

Wildfire lowered her head, gathering her courage for this. “It…it will be difficult, Pretty.”

Airmail snuggled in closer to her little lover, “It won't get any easier either.”

“No, they won’t will they?” Wildfire muttered quietly, “alrighty then.” She readied her hoof at the top of the first page, at the first braille dot. “Here's the first one…” With that she slowly dragged her hoof across the page and read;

After she had finished her poem Wildfire went quiet for but a moment, the tone of her voice changing slightly. “That was about them, the staff, moving things around.” She went silent again, earning herself another hug from Airmail. “They did it to taunt me, make me look foolish. ‘The cripple that can’t see where she’s going…’ I remember the first time they did that, move stuff I mean. I was just getting the layout of the halls in my head when I went head first into an oak coffee table. I broke a vase and got a whipping for it.”

“You know love, sooner or later one of us will make a mistake and forget to put something back.” Airmail commented, releasing the hug so her lover could breathe. “If you hit it you will not be in trouble. The one that didn't put it back will need your forgiveness.”

Wildfire sighed and turned the page, “I know Pretty, but you won't do it on purpose to be nasty, that’s the difference between here and the home. That and here you actually want me. You love me.” She rested her hoof at the top of the third page. She skipped the second poem as it was much the same as the first one, so, she went on to the third. Memories came flooding back with the touch of the letters. “This next one is about how they used her as an errand pony around Canterlot.”

Airmail nuzzled Wildfire, “You said ‘her’ just now.”

Wildfire shuddered, “I did, didn’t I?” She paused before she said, “That mare isn’t me anymore. I’m here now and I’m loved.”

“I do love you,” Airmail said.

“I know, and it means everything to me.” Wildfire moved her hoof over the poem and without waiting for any further prompt, she began to read;

When she was done she nuzzled Airmail for the strength to carry on. “They…they'd give her things to fetch, or deliveries to be made. If she forgot something or she was late then she didn't get food that day.”

Airmail kissed Wildfire’s scars gently, “Wily, will you be my errand pony when I run out of milk?”

Returning the kiss with a giggle, Wildfire replied, “seeing as you asked nicely I suppose I can nip to the shops for you.”

“Good,” Airmail smiled so that the blind mare could hear it in her voice, “because I feel our chocolate supplies will never be enough.”

Wildfire laughed, “never fear, my ‘Wily Sense’ will tell us when we need chocolate.” Her laugh died on her lips as she felt the next few pages. She knew these poems well. They all shared a similar theme, that of the various beatings and punishments the care home staff meted out to her, ranging from just whippings to cutting and scaring her wings, to degrading hoof cleaning and worse…

With a trembling hoof that required Airmail to press her own on top of it to keep it in contact with the parchment, Wildfire began to read, starting with the fourth poem;

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Wildfire paused for breath. She was very glad she had Airmail laid next to her on the bed otherwise she doubted she’d have the nerve to read these memories again. She got to the fifth poem in this little set, number eight over all. She gave a series of loud sniffs as she traced the letters with her hoof. “P-Pretty…this about them breaking her wings for the very first time.”

“I didn't mind the whippings and beatings…after a while she…I, got used to them. The more I took the more food they'd leave. I used to pass mine to the elderly stallion in the next room, till they finally figured it out and took a hacksaw to my wings.” As she held Airmail, Wildfire noticed she seemed emotionless in her hooves and the embrace of her wing. “Are you alright Pretty? I can skip number nine if it's too much.”

Airmail sniffed, “I'm sorry I just feel so powerless. I want to do something, but Luna has already done it. All I can do now is love you. I hope that is enough.”

“It's more than enough.” Wildfire smiled and offered the larger mare a nuzzle which she gratefully accepted. “Luna sent them all to prison right? They can't hurt anypony anymore.”

“They will never hurt another pony again from the prison she sent them to.” Airmail said in a very determined tone. “Please read the next one. I want you to share your pain and fears with me.” The azure blue pegasus continued.

“Oh...it sounds like a good one then.” Wildfire replied somewhat coldly. “It's what they deserve.” Hesitantly, the yellow mare turned the parchment page and rested her hoof atop the braille. “Here we go;”

Finally, after what felt like hours, and after taking many breaks in which she nestled into Airmail for the strength to continue, Wildfire finished her reading of poem number nine. “That…that was the first time they used the box. Amethyst had three stallions lined up to 'teach me how to be a good pony'. They weren't gentle. I wasn't a virgin or anything by any means but they still hurt. I bucked the third one hard, breaking his leg. That got me a week in the box.”

“I'm sorry.” Airmail said simply. What else could she say?

“My own fault,” Wildfire’s voice deadened a considerable bit. “I didn't learn as quickly as they wanted, I paid the price for resisting Amethyst’s training. I was a better pony after that.”

“I'm sorry I agreed to let Mapper do that to you.”

“Like Princess Luna said, it had to be done.” The diminutive pegasus shrugged her little shoulders. “Not your fault, Pretty. At least Mistress Mapper released me when I screamed. At the home I used to scream so much I’d lose my voice, I used to beat my hooves against the door until they bled…nopony ever came.”

Airmail rolled in Wildfire’s hooves to allow her to hug back. “I'm still sorry.”

“I know,” Wildfire held her lover tight like her life depended on never ever letting her go. “I'm glad it happened though, cos I'm here with you now, so it worked out.” She kissed Airmail’s lips. “I'm not the only pony here with a bad past am I?” Quietly, tenderly, she nuzzled the azure blue mare’s shoulder. “Your mum and dad? I'm sorry that happened to you.”

Airmail knew where Wildfire was going with this, and gratefully nuzzled her in return. “At least they sent me on that delivery so I wasn't there, but coming home and finding them...yeah...” the lead editor trailed off to silence, unable or unwilling to finish her sentence.

“Pretty…I can’t begin to imagine what that was like.” Again Wildfire reached up and kissed those beautiful lips. “Do you know why he did it?”

“There was no notes and the investigation after didn't send me a report.” Airmail replied, “I was seven though. I never asked my foster parents about it. They became mom and dad and my birth parents were part of my past.”

“I'm sorry, Pretty.”

“I got two sisters and two brothers out of the deal.” Airmail replied, somewhat pragmatically.

With her hooves on the pages of her book, Wildfire flipped back to the ‘Friends’ section, knowing she’d got there when she felt the old photo paperclipped to the top of the first page. “They were family, of sorts.” She said quietly as she ran her left forehoof over the wrinkled five year old photograph.

“You want to get back in touch with your family?” Airmail asked gently, tightening the hold she had on the little yellow mare.

“Hmm…it'd be nice, to 'see' what happened to them all.” She laughed out loud as she caressed the picture. “I'm surprised that Cyclone, the black pegasus on the front left, is smiling. She hated the high rides at the fun fair.”

Airmail smiled, “you know Mapper is a carnie, right?”

“Yuppers, I do.” She grinned a wide grin as she remembered her old friends. “Brightstar and Darkstar, the royal blue unicorn stallion and the white unicorn mare, were always dragging her on the rollercoasters, poor Cyclone hated heights so much. Except that time here. Cyclone wore a nappy under her red dress, because we dared her.” Wildfire laughed again, “no inhibitions, that was Cy. She didn’t care what anypony thought.”

“I guess it is okay for a pegasus to be afraid of heights.” Airmail agreed as she too studied the photograph of the seven happy friends.

“We all teased Cyclone for it, especially Slingshot, the pink earth pony in the back row. He was Air Raid's co-driver when she raced.”

“So…you've been a bad pony in the past then?” Airmail asked with a giggle.

“Oh yes,” Wildfire giggled, “I’ve been a very bad pony.” She nuzzled Airmail’s shoulder, “Raid was a very good rally driver. She took me as a passenger once, up the Canterlot Hill Climb, I thought she was trying to kill me.”

“Really, and I thought Stormy was trying to do that with the bridge.”

“That was different, I couldn't see it coming.” She laughed, “I never knew you could slide an Audi TT at sixty miles per hour around a loose gravel hairpin bend. I soon found out you could.”

“Were you mushed against the window?” Airmail asked curiously.

“I would have been, if it weren't for the bucket seats and racing harness.” Wildfire replied, “it was still scary though.” She smiled and nestled into her lover. “Hey, y'know the toys I bought from the MiAC shop, was there anything you or Honey would like? I was thinking of another little shopping trip after my appointment tomorrow.”

“I think Mapper set you up nicely.” Airmail answered her, “we're good for toys. Thespian got Stormy what she wanted.” She leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially, “a big fat red butt plug.”

“Oooh,” Wildfire smiled at the thought of that, the thought of using it on Tempest’s ass, “I got a couple of plugs too, medium ones with variable settings, they should've been in the bag.”

“So you like both holes filled too?” Airmail asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile in her voice, “Stormy loves her ass filled, but I tried it once and don't really see the pleasure.”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire enthused, “I made sure to get ones with adjustable settings so they can be turned up or down, makes the fun last longer.”

Airmail giggled, “I feel like I'm in the locker room talking about sex to my friends.”

Wildfire whispered, “me too, don't tell the Professor.”

“Okay,” Airmail laughed, “but if she catches us you're taking the blame.”

“Fine, as long as she uses the hoof-cuffs.” She giggled, a memory flashing back to when she and Air Raid had been caught having hot sex on her math Professor’s desk at the University. “I know something I will get for you tomorrow though, and no I'm not telling.”

“Ohh, a surprise,” Airmail smiled and kissed Wildfire’s ear, “will you stop by my office tomorrow?”

“Yuppers, it's above Caffy's shop,” She flicked her ear involuntarily as the larger mare teased it, “that was going to be last on my route.”

“Floor twelve, left out of the elevator to the end.” Airmail stated the directions to her office, “Lavender will be at the front desk to greet you.” Lowering her voice she whispered, “If you want to tease her show what you got me.”

“I will.” Wildfire smiled at the thought of teasing Lavender. “Be nice to feel where you work, Pretty.”

“It’s just another office building, Wily.”

“To you maybe.” Wildfire nudged Airmail as her empty belly rumbled, “want to help me sort the route out after lunch?”

Getting up from the bed, where she had been comfy for so long, Airmail nodded. “Let's do a picnic lunch at the lake.”

With thoughts of the lake, officially her favourite place in Equestria right now, making her smile a wide smile, Wildfire said, “that's a good idea Pretty.”

“That's me, full of good ideas but not full of food.” Airmail smiled as she placed Wildfire’s book back on the nightstand and led her diminutive lover out of the bedroom and down the stairs. “Want to help me put the lunch together?” She asked over her shoulder.

“Yuppers, shouldn’t be a problem.” Wildfire replied as she followed the heavenly jasmine scent that was Airmail’s tail back down into the dining room and through to the small but very well stocked kitchen. “I’ll have to cook something one day, I’m not as bad as Dusk makes out.”

“Okay,” Airmail started once they were both stood in the kitchen, “we got salad fixens, Peanut Butter, Strawberry Jam and Red Raspberry Jelly.” The azure blue mare leant in to Wildfire who was feeling her way around to get her bearings in the room’s confines and whispered, “I got frozen daisies that thaw pretty quick.”

“You like Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam together?” Wildfire asked once she had located a large metallic object with two doors which she safely assumed was the fridge.

“Oh yeah,” Airmail’s mouth was watering at the very thought of that, “I like Peanut Butter and Banana sandwiches too.”

“Hmm yum. want me to get started on these?” Wildfire asked eagerly, excited to be able to help out.

“Sandwiches?”

“Yuppers, I can do the Peanut Butter and Strawberry ones if you'd like?”

“Okay, I'll get the salad.” Airmail paused and thought for a moment. Though she was familiar with it, the kitchen was usually Tempest’s domain, and it took her a moment to remember where things were. “Bread is above the fridge. Sourdough on the left and whole wheat on the right, either is fine. Jam is in the right door middle shelf, need to open it for me to see which is which. Peanut Butter is in the pantry...somewhere.”

“Ooh Sourdough...I remember where the fridge is.” She reached a foreleg out and put her hoof on it as she giggled. “Stick a point on it.” Using her hoof as a guide she turned to face the fridge, and rearing up, she reached to the left and located the Sourdough bread.

“I've never thought about where I put stuff.” Airmail commented as she watched Wildfire get the bread from the top of the fridge. “We need a way to label the jars and stuff.”

“Well, if there exists a suit that helps me fly and a talking tablet I’m sure they make a labeller.” Wildfire asserted with some confidence as she put the bread on the table, before returning to the fridge to open the door wide.

“Strawberry is second jar from the right on the middle shelf,” Airmail said helpfully. “I'll go grab the PB for you Wily.”

“Okies Pretty.” Wildfire said as she felt along the middle shelf, counting from the right, “two! Gotcha!” Successfully locating the Strawberry Jam she carried it to the table beside the bread.

Airmail then set the PB so the Jam was between it and the bread. “Silverware drawer is left of the fridge, you can feel around to see where the stuff is.”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire trotted back to the fridge, feeling along the door for the drawer with a wing. “Y’know, it's nice how you don't hold my wing all the time.” Coming upon the drawer, the blind mare ferreted about in the drawer, eventually finding and taking two butter knives by the handles in her mouth.

“I'll try not to and if I do, just let me know.” Airmail replied with a smile as she got to work prepping the salad. “Anything you don't want in a salad?”

“Hmm you can leave any celery out if you don't mind,” Wildfire giggled, “you can hold my wing in bed, it's just nice to be treated like I won't break.” She gave a very fake cough, “Dusk…”

Airmail laughed and picked up a celery stick in her right hoof, “you should do something to surprise him while he is still here or on his next visit.” The lead editor then gnashed loudly on the celery.

“Oh, he means well I guess, but him always doing everything got real old real quick,” Wildfire commented as she carefully spread four slices of bread with Peanut Butter. “And, you're eating something else before you kiss me, I can smell that stuff from here.” She then used the second knife to spread four more slices with Strawberry Jam.

“Awwwwww,” Airmail whined then giggled, “you like tomato kisses?”

“Tomato kisses taste just fine love thank you.” The little yellow pegasus felt around the table, squashing the eight slices together making four sandwiches. “Two each enough?”

“With salad, sure.” Airmail said as she finished with the salad. She chewed on a tomato to kill the celery taste in her mouth and quickly popped another cherry tomato in her mouth. “Kisses time.”

Wildfire smiled, “alrighty, though I warn you I have sticky hooves.” Further comment however was silenced when without warning, Airmail shoved the cherry tomato into her mouth with her tongue, causing Wildfire to let out an adorable little squeak as she tasted the cherry tomato through the kiss.

Giggling through the kiss, Airmail broke it so she and her little lover could breathe. “Aah...” Wildfire completely lost herself in the kiss, “Mistr...sorry...keep doing that, please?”

“I want to be yours, part of your herd.” Airmail smiled as she finished cleaning the jam from Wildfire’s hooves with a damp sponge.

Wildfire’s cheeks lit up in a fiery blush. “Um, sorry about the slip.” She sniffed her newly cleaned hoof. “Good job though Pretty.”

Airmail leant in close and gave Wildfire another long slow sensual kiss. “Don't apologise for the love language. “I don't mind if you think of me as Mistress, but I'll always be your Pretty.”

“Pretty Mistress?” Wildfire asked hopefully after she returned the kiss.

“Just don't tell Mapper, she might get jealous.” Airmail said with a giggle, “so, walk or fly to the lake?”

“I’ll not say a word,” Wildfire promised, “shall we fly?”

“Okies,” Airmail smiled, getting the picnic basket from under the kitchen table. “Let me load up the basket then we’ll be off.” Quickly the azure blue mare loaded up the salad bowl along with plates and napkins and then placed the Wily prepared sandwiches on top of those, followed by two small bottles of orange and mango juice she pulled from the fridge. “From the back yard it is up about twenty feet then turn forty five degrees to your right and fly for a hundred feet.” Airmail then grabbed the basket’s handle in her mouth. “Let's go.”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire couldn’t resist a giggle. “'Mistress'.”

Quietly, Airmail walked past the little yellow mare and flicked her nose with her summer green tail before heading outside through the dining room to the backyard decking and lifting off into the air. Following behind, Wildfire zeroed in on the jasmine scent that she associated with Airmail and when she felt her hooves touch the decking she also took off, following the scent into the air and turning forty five degrees to her right, flying straight after her lover. “Hey,” she said with a chuckle once she caught up, “no fair on the head start!”

Smirking to herself, Airmail flew the hundred feet and landed near the lake and began to lay out the large read and white chequered blanket on the grass. A couple of seconds later and Wildfire landed, following her ears to the noise of the prepped picnic as she trotted over. “Naughty Mistress, sneaking an head start like that…” she tried to pout but her giggle let her down.

“Seems you found your way anyways.” Airmail shrugged playfully as she poured the salad into the two bowls she had bought. “You okay eating by mouth, or do you want a fork?”

Mis-hearing what Airmail had asked, she replied, “I’m fine with your mouth love, I know where it’s been.”

“Oh, so Mistress Wily wants me to mouth feed her?” The lead editor teased, setting the two bowls down on the blanket between them both as they laid down side by side.

‘Mistress? Me?’ Wildfire thought as she tried to work out if she was being made fun of, something she’d never been very good at when she could see. “Um, that'd be really nice, if you don't mind, I mean.”

Airmail giggled, pleased her teasing had worked as they laid out in the beautiful late morning sunshine and breathed in the scents and atonal of the lakeside. It was a view the blue pegasus never tired of. “I don't mind, but you can use your own mouth and eat out of the bowl. Let me get you started though…” With that, she lowered her head over to Wildfire’s bowl and picked up a couple of lettuce leaves and some chopped onion as well as a slice of tomato and pushed it into her waiting mouth.

Smiling, Wildfire took the salad without objection and half chewed / half kissed until it was swallowed. “Hmm…thanks Mistress!” She bent her head down and took another little bite, happily humming her tune.

Airmail likewise took a bite of her salad, making sure she got a little bit of everything. “Stormy tells me you're happy when you're humming.” She commented when she had swallowed her mouthful.

“Oh…ooh...sorry was I humming?” Wildfire asked quietly.

“Love, you just apologised again for doing something good.” Airmail smiled sympathetically, “I loved your singing, so I love you humming too.”

“I’m sorry...” She caught herself and smiled. “It’s just something I do, like my mind is someplace else and it just happens. Sometimes it’s a different tune.”

On her way to her second mouthful, Airmail laughs, “you just apologised for apologising.” The azure blue mare giggled, “I'm glad I make you happy love.” She took the planned mouthful, crunching the celery she only put in for her. “Where?”

“Huh? Where does my mind go?” Wildfire asked as she swallowed a tasty cherry tomato, “when I’m humming I’m thinking of mum usually, Mistress.”

“I need to meet your mom.”

“Hmm…” Wildfire nodded thoughtfully as she chewed another mouthful of Airmail’s delicious salad. “She'd have liked you, all of you. I'll introduce you when we go to Canterlot.”

“It's a date.” Airmail replied as she finished her salad in a couple more mouthfuls and waited for her lover to finish hers as well, which she did, shortly after herself.

“Can I meet yours?” Wildfire asked, pausing momentarily in her licking of the salad bowl, an errant lettuce leaf adorning her yellow nose.

“She lives in Vanhoover,” Airmail started to reply, then lowered her head and delicately plucked the leaf from Wildfire and pressing it to her lips to share it in a kiss. “But, sure, if we go all the way to Canterlot we may as well go further north. You want to see Tempest's folks too?”

“Of course I do, Mistress.” Wildfire replied eagerly after she swallowed the kissed-in leaf, “they're important to you both so they're important to me too.”

“You are important to us.” Airmail said with an affectionate nuzzle to the diminutive pegasus’s cheek, taking a long moment of silence to nestle with her and just enjoy the sights and sounds of the lakeside, from the dragonflies flying about and the various insects chirping away in the reeds, to the frogs hopping to and from the waterlilies on the water. “So, Wily,” Airmail said presently after a good five minutes, “you going to hoof over a sandwich?”

Immediately Wildfire reached her hoof into the wicker basket and after a moment of searching, pulled out a sandwich, which she passed over to the larger mare. “Here you go, Mistress.”

“Thank you, my lovely Wily.” Airmail smiled at her as she unwrapped her sandwich and took a little bite of the Strawberry Jam and Peanut Butter combo, savouring the taste on her tongue as she chewed.

“You're welcome!” Wildfire beamed happily at a job well done before reaching into the basket for a sandwich for herself. Taking a bite of it, she mulled a thought around in her head. “Um…thanks as well, for letting me call you Mistress. I know you aren't into all that.”

“Hmm…” Airmail paused a moment as another bite of the sandwich found its way to her belly, “I guess it's that I'm not very ‘Mistressy’, if that's a word.”

Wildfire also took a second bite, chewing quietly as she rolled what Airmail had said around in her head, processing it along with all the other sensations she was feeling around her, from the smell of the lake water to the breeze that blew through the bangs of her black mane. “I get it, it’s just...strange y'know?” She volunteered after finally having gathered her thoughts, vocalising the fears that had been bothering her since Kupa’s military hardware shop. “See, for the last five years I've had somepony always in my ear telling me what to do, when and how to do it. Mistress Mapper suddenly giving me Independent Time...” Wildfire sighed and turned her head down to the red and white checked blanket. “I dunno, I um…I feel lost.”

“I think I understand.” Airmail said slowly as she finished off her first sandwich. “Both Stormy and I want you to be comfortable. Freedom can be a scary thing and you can ease into it.” She giggled, “my lovely Pet.”

Wildfire couldn’t help but giggle in turn. “Thank you Mistress…” then her giggle gave way to another sigh. “It's silly isn't it?” She asked, somewhat rhetorically, “five long years I've wanted to be free, now I am…I don't know what to do with it!”

Airmail laid her forehoof tenderly on Wildfire’s own, along with a gentle nuzzle to her cheek. “Take your time and feel your way, Wily.” She said lovingly, “If you slip up it's okay.” Then she giggled in her ear, making her squeak in surprise. “At least with me and Stormy anyway. Mistress Mapper might put Strawberry Jam on your hooves and not let you lick them.”

“Ugh…” Wildfire shuddered, that was almost as bad as being whipped. “Well, as long as it's not peaches.” She giggled on the picnic blanket, “it's just like 'now you can do whatever you like'. I dunno, it should be easy though shouldn't it?” The blind mare asked as she finished her first sandwich.

“Talk to Serenity about it.” Airmail commented after a moment’s thought on the subject. Her teal friend was far more qualified to talk on the subject of Pets than she was. “So, you don't like peaches?”

Wildfire shook her head. “I’m not keen on them no.” Then she took a deep breath and made her mind up. “I think you're right, Senior Pet will be able to help me I think. I might talk to Requiem about it too, if she won't mind.”

“Requiem loves to talk to anypony.” Airmail said with a smile in her voice as she remembered the chat she and Tempest had had with the painted pony on the balcony of Caffeinated’s ranch two days ago now. “Did you know there is peach ice cream in the freezer? I asked Stormy about it and she says Caffy brought it over yesterday.”

“I didn't know that, no.” She shrugged, as long as she wasn’t eating any of the horrid stuff, she didn’t really care. Then she shrugged again, “I mean, I like being Mistress’s Pet, but I shouldn't need somepony telling me what to do all the time.”

“You’re right, you shouldn't,” Airmail agreed with an impish smile on her muzzle, “but I'm going to right now.”

“Really Mistress?” Wildfire asked, sounding all happy and pleased.

“I'd like my second sandwich now, please.”

“Oh…” Wildfire blushed a deep red blush, hoofing over the sandwich as she felt very silly, “Um…here you go.”

Airmail took the offered sandwich and giggled. “Do I tease you too much?”

“No,” Wildfire rubbed her fore hooves together, over and around one over the other, “no, it’s alright, I need to lighten up I guess.”

Seeing her obvious distress, the lead editor leant in and kissed Wildfire’s cheek. “You just need to be you.”

Sadly, Wildfire returned the kiss, angling her head upwards at a slightly awkward angle. “Yuppers, when I figure that out you'll be the first to know Mi – Pretty.”

“Pet, lighten up.” Airmail took a bite of her sandwich then giggled at the slight pout on Wildfire’s face.

Wildfire held the pout for a full five seconds before sighing happily, relaxing into the blanket and into Airmail’s warm soft flank. “Lightening up Mistress.” She took a bite of the second sandwich, “ so...if ‘Scent of a Mare’ makes you yawn ten times, what movies do you really like?”

“Oh, action adventures like Ice Station Zebra, or Hunter Games.” Airmail replied quickly with a smile.

“Aah…random explosions every ten seconds?” Wildfire snickered from her azure blue pillow.

“Well,” Airmail thought about it carefully, “maybe a few chase scenes between the explosions.”

“ Oh I see…” Wildfire giggled, “The Blues Brothers is a good movie for chase scenes.”

“Those were two crazy stallions on a mission from Celestia.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire sniggered at the memory of the movie, “it was pretty damn funny though. I think the last good movie I actually saw was Ghost Rider.”

Airmail laughed out loud, “Stormy likes Ghost Rider in a Storm.”

Taking another bite of her sandwich, almost finishing it off, Wildfire asked, “what you like on music?”

Airmail considered this for a brief moment, then she replied, “To relax I like instrumentals, I like to listen to jazz.”

“Hmm, you can’t like music and not like jazz.”

Airmail smiled and held Wildfire close in the grip of her wing. “Smooth jazz leaves you sliding across the floor.”

“It really does.” Wildfire agreed with a contented grin on her muzzle. “It’s mum's fault I like the Beautiful South, I heard her singing their stuff around the house when I was an even smaller filly, it just stuck with me.”

“You do sing well,” Airmail commented, “better than me.”

“Well…certainly better than Junior Pet, anyway.” Wildfire sniggered behind her hoof, almost choking on her bit of sandwich she had been eating. “Um…sorry, that was mean.”

“Yes, Pet you should say that with love.” Airmail tapped Wildfire’s nose playfully with her hoof. “Poor Octavia, I know Serenity set her up.”

“Yuppers, it was still a little funny though.” Wildfire giggled as she finished off her sandwich. “Will you be leaving with us in the morning?”

“I doubt that unless you want to see the city early in the morning.” Airmail smiled, “I'm out of the house at six.”

“Hmm…nah thanks. You can have the early mornings all to yourself.” Wildfire giggled, “what about Mistress and Senior Pet, when would be a good or bad time to drop by?”

Airmail giggled, “I was going to suggest ice cream after this lovely lunch.” She leant in and whispered conspiratorially, “me. You. Raiding Mapper’s freezer for it.”

Wildfire actually considered this as an option until she thought about getting caught. “I think I’d rather have the peaches than be caught nicking her ice cream.” She giggled, “I’m getting something for them tomorrow too, and wondered what'd be a good time to stop by?”

“After ten in the morning but before four in the afternoon if you want to catch them both.” Airmail replied, consenting that stealing Mapper’s ice cream may not be the best idea in the world. “We can go to the ice cream shop you went to on the parade.”

Wildfire merely nodded her answer. “I think that's safer.”

“You want to spend some more time here at the lake first or is your tummy waiting for ice cream?” Airmail asked as she packed away the detritus of their picnic back in the wicker basket.

“Ooh! Ooh! Ice cream!” Wildfire exclaimed, bouncing excitedly on the blanket. “The lake will still be here after ice cream.”

“Okay,” the azure blue mare stood and shooed Wildfire off of the blanket so she could fold it away, which she did with little fuss and packed it away in the top of the basket. “Let’s fly home and drop of the basket first.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Wildfire said, helping where she could to get the picnic things packed away. “Oh, don't let me forget to add those shop locations later Pretty, my memory's almost as bad as my eyes sometimes.”

“Okay Wily.” With the blanket safely stowed in between the handles of the basket, Airmail took them in her mouth. “Baaah!” She mumbled, spreading her wings wide and taking off into the early afternoon sky.

Hearing the swish of the larger mare’s wings and smelling her scent rising into the air, Wildfire knew that Airmail had taken off. Grinning, she too took off, giggling to herself. ‘She got me again…’ the diminutive pegasus flew straight for what she guessed was a hundred feet before turning the forty five degrees to her left to line up for home.

In front of her, Airmail hovered, waiting above the back door just to be sure her little lover landed in the right yard. Watching Wildfire fly towards her she was again impressed at her ability to gauge direction and distance when she flew unaided.

‘This feels far enough,’ Wildfire thought as she flew what she guessed was a hundred feet, again drawing upon her smoke room training back at the firehouse. Angling herself downwards she cautiously approached the ground and landed beside the oak tree in her back yard. “Y'know Pretty, flying's a lot easier with the headset on.” She commented as she followed the scent of jasmine and walked up to the back door.

“I did offer to walk,” Airmail replied as she opened the door with her card, “but you still do well without it.” Trotting into the dining room, Airmail took a left and dropped the picnic basket on the kitchen table. “Remember your last visit to the ice cream shop?” She asked as she came back into the dining room where Wildfire was waiting.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire smiled as she answered, “it was the other day on the parade!” That had been a very good time, and it was a memory she treasured.

“Do you want to dress up for today's visit?” Airmail asked as she cuddled into Wildfire’s side. That parade was a very sweet memory, one she’d treasure.

Turning her head down, Wildfire shuffled her forehooves uncertainly. “Um…maybe. Yes. Definitely...please, Mistress.”

“You want to go all the way with reins?” Airmail asked as she nuzzled the yellow mare’s cheek, “after all we'll be walking love, I have to show off my pretty mare…er...Pet.” She corrected herself quickly, hoping the slip wouldn’t be picked up on.

“I'd love the reins, thank you Mistress.” Wildfire smiled, missing the slip from the azure blue mare. “Being your mare suits me just fine Pretty, if you’re more comfortable with that…” she stroked her right foreleg with her left.

“I'm comfortable with you Wily, and all that comes with you.” Airmail replied, trying very hard not to sigh with a tiny bit of exasperation in her voice. She knew if Tempest were here she’d be biting her lip so damn hard. Still, she wasn’t here and she was, so… “So, not as pretty as what Mapper got for you, but we can't wait for that.” Airmail smiled, “Okay you can have blue, green, violet, or black for corset and panties.”

“Violet please,” Wildfire answered straightaway, “that should go well with the yellow of my fur.”

“Okay, and the violet and blue socks we got for you.” Airmail thought out loud as she flicked her tail under Wildfire’s nose to lead her upstairs to the walk in closet of the master bedroom. “I'll wear the violet and yellow socks with a black corset but no panties for me 'cause I'm the Mistress.”

Wildfire smiled a wide smile as she followed Airmail’s tail up the stairs, “as you wish, Pretty Mistress!” She exclaimed happily.

In the bedroom, Airmail giggled as she opened the closet and got out the two sets of corsets and docks that they’d be wearing on their outing to the ice cream shop. “Okay, you help me get dressed and I'll help you.”

“Alrighty Mistress.” Fifteen minutes later, after getting dressed with only a small amount of caressing on Airmail’s part to Wildfire’s parts, she said, “you want to be a naughty Pet and wear your cuffs?”

Immediately Wildfire performed a little happy hoof dance, “can I? Oh yes please!”

Smiling at Wildfire’s enthusiasm, Airmail quickly pulled the set of four hoof-cuffs from Wildfire’s own toy box and buckled each one securely around each hoof before running those to a light chain that attached to a middle ring which served to effectively shorten her stride just a little. “Walk a bit in the house so you don't trip outside.”

“Alrighty Mistress.” Wildfire began to take her usual step, but was halted mid-step by the centre chain, causing her to pull back and try a much shorter step.

Seeing her struggle a little, Airmail said, “I can make the chains longer if you wish.”

Wildfire though shook her head, “no that's okay,” memories of being chained at the home came back to her, all those times she had been used at some nobles ball or gals, she had been similarly restrained to prevent escape, not that she’d ever tried. She chose not to divulge that to Airmail, after all they were having fun. “I got it. It's kinda nice being held back.”

“At least it isn't as bad as Thespian.” Airmail started, “she has six inch chains from each cuff to the centre ring.”

Again Wildfire took a small strip, testing the limits of the chains attached to her cuffs and finding she could comfortably walk, as long as her steps weren’t too big. “It's a wonder she can move at all.”

“She has had a lot of practice and has really good balance.” The lead editor explained, “Caffy uses her to deliver drinks on a tray on her back.” Airmail then took a few steps backwards to fully admire her blind lover, all trussed up like a pretty present. “Well my pretty, pretty Pet are you ready to accompany your Mistress for ice cream and fine conversation?”

“Yes Mistress, your Pet is ready.”

Airmail giggled as she walked past her and stroked her muzzle with her summer green tail to get her to follow her down the stairs. “We will have to wait and find out about that Pet.” She smiled as she saw Wildfire following her much slower than before, a thought occurred to her. “Oh, careful on the stairs.”

“I got this.” Wildfire replied as she carefully negotiated the stairs, finding it not to dissimilar from her usual trek. “I told you I was ready!” She announced with a smile once all four hooves were safely back on the ground in the dining room.

Airmail paused at the back door to take up the reins and loop them around her right wing. “Pardon me for saying it but you look HOT!”

Teasingly, Wildfire shook her flank. “You’re pardoned, Mistress. It’s the cutie mark isn't it?”

“Just adds flames to the fire, love.” Airmail replied as she led the diminutive yellow mare out of the house and turned left onto the dirt path that would take them both to the ice cream shop, which was about half way back to Caffy’s ranch.

“You’re a sweet talking Mistress.” Wildfire commented as they walked along in the cool early afternoon sun, a welcome breeze pleasantly ruffling their feathers, stopping it from being oppressively hot.

On their way to the ice cream shop, the two mares were very proud to get some nice Sunday afternoon whistles and shout outs from the ponies they passed along the way. “I think my Pet is being naughty by being prettier than the Mistress.”

Walking along, Wildfire had to fight to hold back a giggle, especially as the last shout was directed to the ‘sexy blue mare in front’, “I am indeed being a bad pony, Mistress.”

The ice cream shop was full for a Sunday, by Airmail’s judgement anyway, and she was pleased to see that they weren't the only two ponies who were dressed up, but Wildfire was the only pony there in panties and hoof-cuffs. “Hello Airmail.” The serving mare behind the counter greeted the azure blue pegasus with a wide smile. She was a vanilla coated earth pony mare with a mint green swirling stripe colouring her mane and tail. “Who is your new friend?” She added kindly.

“Sherbet, this is Wildfire and she will be a frequent visitor for sure.” Airmail smiled as she introduced her little lover to her ice cream enabler. “She's moved in with me and Tempest.”

“Hey,” Wildfire gave a little bow to the mare she had been introduced to and stood back up. “I’d give you a hoof bump, but kinda hard right now.” She rattled her chains for emphasis.

‘Another one that plays Mapper’s game…’ the serving mare giggled, having seen it all before. “Hmm...going to make it hard to eat the ice cream too.”

“No,” Airmail explained loudly, her voice turning the few heads that their clothing had missed, “I'll feed her and try to get most of it in her mouth.”

Amidst the laughter from the other patrons in the shop, Wildfire giggled, “that depends on your aim, Mistress.”

Giggling, Airmail nudged Wildfire’s corseted flank. “You can have any ice cream that I like, which means no nuts.”

Wildfire thought about it for the briefest of brief moments before she made up her mind. “Mistress, can I have a chocolate one please, with little chocolate chips in it?”

Airmail smiled and approached the counter. “Sherbet, a chocolate and a coffee waffle cone in a cup, please.”

Sherbet smiled and turned her back with a swish of her vanilla coloured tail with its mint green swirl. “Okay! Be just a moment Airy.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

While Sherbet was busy pouring the chocolate and coffee ice creams into the cup, Airmail turned to Wildfire and said, “there is a table to your left, so have a seat.”

“Yes Mistress.” Nodding, Wildfire turned to her left and felt with her wingtips to safely get to the table and easily found the nearest seating pad. Sliding on to it, she nestled in to the seat to wait for her lover.

Not much more than five, maybe ten minutes later, and Wildfire heard the sound of approaching hooves clopping noisily on the tiled floor, followed almost instantly with the familiar scent of jasmine, though now it was intertwined with the delicious waft of chocolate ice cream. She heard Airmail sit on what she assumed was the seating pad opposite hers, heard her beautiful north western accent say, “Open up Pet.”

Obligingly, Wildfire opened her mouth wide, waiting for the cold touch of the ice cream on her tongue. The ice cream however never hit her tongue, instead she felt it bop her nose. “Ooops…”

Wildfire giggled and ran her tongue over her nose. “No worries, I got it.”

“Let me try again,” Airmail giggled as she held the cup. “Open up.”

“Alrighty Mistress.” Wildfire smiled and opened wide for a second time. This time the little yellow mare got a tongue full of chocolate in her mouth courtesy of the patented Airmail Tongue Delivery System, which she greedily swallowed with a giggle. “Nicely done, Mistress.”

“Thank you, Pet.” Airmail smiled, “it must be practice, now, let's see if I can get two in a row.”

“I bet you can’t.” Wildfire replied as she opened her mouth wide, ready and willing to receive the ice creamy goodness. This time Wildfire was rewarded and got a tongue full of coffee ice cream.

“Oops again,” came Airmail’s giggling tone, some of the other patrons joining in with the gigglefest.

“S'alright, Mistress, I like coffee.” Wildfire smiled as she swallowed the wonderfully cold and creamy treat.

“That's good,” Airmail giggled, “as I like chocolate too.” The azure blue mare smiled and angled the cup to get the most of the half-expired ice cream. “Once more into the breach dear friends.”

“Henry V, act three, Mistress.” Wildfire said automatically as she opened her mouth.

This time Airmail made sure to give her lover a tongue full of coffee / chocolate mix, sliding the melting treat into the yellow mare’s mouth. “You are well read.” She commented when her mouth was empty.

Wildfire swirled her tongue around her mouth, licking up every ounce of the chocolate / coffee ice cream, yumming the ice cream down. “Hmm…literature was my best subject at school and university. Math, not so much.”

“Well then, let us cube root eighth the fun!” While Wildfire was busy working that out, Airmail leant over the table and began a nuzzle to her cheek and what at first seemed like a hug quickly turned into an ice cream delivery to the yellow pegasus’s left nipple.

“Wowsers that's cold!” Wildfire exclaimed in surprise, earning her a round of laughter from the other diners as her wings shot out on instinct. “It’s a nice cold though…” That comment earned her a cold chocolate flavoured kiss, which she eagerly returned. “Way better than tomato kisses, Mistress.”

“You're welcome love.” Airmail smiled, “Oh, there is a bit of a mess down here, let me get that for you.” Before Wildfire could react, and in full view of the ice cream shop, Airmail wrapped her blue lips around the ice cream covered nipple and suckled on it like a foal drawing milk.

“Uh…wha...ooooh…” uncertain as to what was happening, Wildfire shuddered as she felt the pleasurable sensations coursing through her teats and to her crotch, “um, thanks for cleaning me up.”

Airmail giggled, “I really missed that last one.”

Giggling like a filly, Wildfire decided to change the subject a little. “I’m curious, does Mistress have a Ponystation?”

“Yes I have one,” Airmail answered, “it’s in the entertainment centre in the living room, under the television.” As Wildfire’s mouth was closed, the azure blue mare dropped a tongue-full of ice cream on the yellow mare’s nose.

Snickering, Wildfire licked her nose clean. “Hmm…I bet you like cutesy fluffy games too, right?”

“Okay,” Airmail smiled, not at all surprised, “what little birdie has been talking to you, my Pet?”

“Nopony Mistress, it was just a guess.”

“Sugar Rush,” Airmail replied with a little giggle as she listed the types of games she played, “Mareo Cart, Candy Factory, Call of Duty, Ghost Recon and a few more along that line. Open up.”

Obediently, Wildfire opened her mouth and another tongue-full of chocolate / coffee mix found it’s way via tongue delivery into her mouth, which the blind mare quickly swallowed, stealing a quick kiss as she did so. “I wonder...could I tempt my Mistress with a fighting game?”

“Like Mortal Kombat?” Airmail asked with a raised eyebrow, curious that Wildfire could play anything.

“Yuppers, that's the one.” Wildfire smiled, “I beat Dusk at that regularly this past two weeks at the castle when Amethyst allowed me to visit him.” She laughed out loud, “he kept asking how I was able to beat him, wanting to know how I did it, being as I can't see the screen.”

“Hmm,” Airmail paused and took a moment to think about it. Ultimately she couldn’t think how Wilfire was able to do it. “That is a good question. I know you can memorize the moves, but how do you know when your opponent gets behind you?” She asked, the ice cream momentarily forgotten in lieu of her curiosity.

“I'll let you into a secret Mistress,” Wildfire said conspiratorially as she leant across the table. “Like I tell Dusk all the time…” she smiled and whispered to the lead editor, “I'm blind, but I’m not deaf, but he never gets it.” She smiled a wide smile, “the secret is, all the fighting moves in the game have audio cues that sound a split second before you pull them off.”

“Wily sense indeed.” Airmail laughed, “I guess that's what I'd get for relying on my eyes too much.” She leant in and placed a delicate little kiss to Wildfire’s lips. “Does your Wily sense work for racing games as well?”

Wildfire stopped and thought about it, “um…it can do, though having the pony I'm playing with say right turn or left turn at the right moment helps too.”

“Okies,” Airmail said, snickering as she used one of Wildfire’s turns of phrase, “I have Mortal Kombat one and two at home we can play.” She looked into the cup and saw the ice cream was almost gone. “Last scoop, Pet.”

As Wildfire willingly opened her mouth, Airmail tongued the last of the chocolate in with a very deep kiss which Wildfire reciprocated to the best of her ability given the chained nature of her hooves under the table. “Best way to eat ice cream. Ever!”

“No complaints from me.” Sherbet said with a smile as she came over to the table and took the empty ice cream cup and wiped down the table. “What do I owe for the show?”

“A bigger scoop next time we visit, Sherbet.” Airmail replied quickly.

Sherbet laughed out loud, having cleaned the table she turned back towards the counter. “That sounds fair, Airy.”

With their ice cream consumed, Airmail decided it was time to vacate Sherbet’s shop. Standing from the seating pad, she gently kissed the diminutive mare’s nose. “Come Pet, time to walk our way home.” As soon as they left the shop, the azure blue mare paused to let Wildfire stand alongside her before she added, “the scenic route home.”

‘I’m going to be displayed again! This is just like Mistress Mapper’s parade!’ Wildfire thought with a degree of excitement. “Go for it, Mistress!”

True to her word, Airmail steered Wildfire along the dirt path that ran by the lake, taking the very long scenic route home, making sure to go where she knew there would be other ponies. The yellow mare grinned as on the way they received more than a few appreciative whistles and calls from the stallions and mares they passed. “I think they like the look of you, Pretty Mistress.” Wildfire commented as she took her little steps within the confines of her restraints.

“I'm not the one in the sexy purple panties.” Airmail quickly replied, steering Wildfire towards a patch of empty grass by the lake.

“You are the one with the sexy Pet though.” Wildfire had a thought as she felt the surface change from dirt path to grass under her hooves. “Pretty, have you ever done it on a cloud?”

“Hmm?” Airmail asked, “Oh, yeah; me and Mapper, Me and Tempest, a threesome with me, Mapper and Tempest, then me and Mapper with Tempest and Serenity, but not me and you. Yet.”

“I had my first date on a cloud…” Wildfire commented somewhat dreamily.

“Like another date on a cloud?” Airmail asked as she led her little Pet by her reins along the grass.

“Yuppers...” she started to reply, then she paused and asked, “wait, how'd Mistress and Senior Pet get up on a cloud?”

“Unicorns aren't as heavy as earth ponies,” Airmail explained with a smile as the memory came back to her, “so I flew Mapper up and Stormy flew up Serenity, they each can do cloud walking for a short time. It was a fun foursome”

“Aww, that’s sweet!” Wildfire grinned, “I took Air Raid up to a Cirrocumulus, twenty six thousand feet up. Then she met mum and we went up on a Stratus, which was only one thousand two hundred and fifty feet up. Then we ‘did it’ there.”

Choosing one of her favourite spots, from where you could see the swimming part of the lake as well as getting decent shade from the branches of the nearby trees, Airmail laid down on the grass by the lakeside. “And, what naughty things did my Pet do on that low cloud to be seen from everywhere?”

Feeling the tug of the reins downwards, Wildfire felt for the larger mare and laid next to her, nuzzling her shoulder affectionately. “Would my Mistress like all the details?” She asked teasingly.

“Yes please!”

“Well, to start with we'd all been playing truth or dare at Dusk’s place getting tanked on Moonshine.” Wildfire started, savouring the happy memory as she told it. “So, fast forward to the Stratus. I laid Raid back on the cloud, I tongued her left rear hoof first then I kissed up her legs past her sex, down the other and licked that hoof too.”

“You are a bad pony and a tease.” Airmail pouted so it could be heard in her voice.

“I am, Mistress. Very bad.” Wildfire giggled as she knew her lover wanted her to get to the good bits. “Well, then she really, really had to pee so she just let it go on the cloud. I bent her hoof into her stream and sucked that dry too.”

“You know how Stormy really likes to do watersports?” Airmail asked when Wildfire paused for breath.

“I had gathered she likes it.” The blind mare giggled and carried on with her little story. “Then, before she had finished peeing I started licking her, y’know, down there, and I managed to make her cum on the cloud.”

“Tempest tickled me on a cloud until I peed and I was going to get upset for getting pee on me,” Airmail explained with a smile, “but she cleaned me all up.” The azure blue mare then nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek. “Was she your first mare?”

“Now who's the bad pony Mistress?” Wildfire teased with a gentle nudge of her forehoof. “Um…Air Raid was my first anypony.”

“To quote a certain teal opera singer, ‘all ponies are bad ponies,’ Pet.”

Wildfire sniggered, “yuppers. Anyway, Air Raid was my first time full stop. After I finished her off she flipped me over and it was her turn to do me.”

“Mmm,” Airmail kissed her way up Wildfire’s ear, “she got the first taste of the heaven that is Wildfire.”

“Very poetic, Mistress.” Wildfire said as she playfully flicked her ear. She laid me back, told me to close my eyes and…” the yellow pegasus blushed a very deep red, “she proceeded to hoof me until I screamed her name into the night sky, and after I came all over her foreleg I cleaned it off for her.”

To say Airmail was stunned was an understatement. “She hoofed you on the first date? Wow, did...did you enjoy it?”

Wildfire laughed, “it hurt like a bitch at first, sure, but she was so gentle.” She recalled, nestling into the blue mare’s side. “Air Raid kept making sure I was ok, always asking me if I wanted to stop. Once she broke my hymen it was easier, and after a moment or two it was sheer bliss.”

“Serenity and Stormy loved to be hoofed.” Airmail commented, “it took me forever to overcome my fear of having something that large shoved into me. I'm okay with it but would rather give than receive.”

“Air Raid got almost up to her knee.” Wildfire could feel Airmail shiver when she said that.

“I love it when Stormy mounts me and pops me in the cervix, but her weight is on my back and I think that is what I really love.” Airmail smiled, “I haven't taken a hoof that deep, but the other two love it if I slide it up to my knee and pop them with the hoof-tip.”

“All I could focus on was how awesome it felt, it didn't hurt at all after she was inside.” Wildfire laughed a somewhat sad laugh. “It’s ironic, that’s the gentlest I've ever been penetrated.”

Comfortingly, Airmail wrapped her right wing over Wildfire’s back. “Well, if you want it rough you'll have to ask, Pet.” She said with a gentle kiss to her cheek, “have you ever been horned?”

Wildfire snuggled straightaway into the feathery cuddle of Airmail’s wing. “Apart from Raid, I've only ever had it rough. I can take it, Mistress.” She added proudly, a little too proudly, for Airmail’s taste. “I was horned once, it really wasn't very nice.”

Very gently, Airmail bent her neck and kissed Wildfire’s lips, “I think you'll like what Mapper and Serenity can do with theirs. Mapper’s favourite form of sex is burying her horn in a mare’s mouth or marehood. Serenity is willing to take the third tunnel.”

Calming down a little, Wildfire returned the kiss. “I um, I just panicked when the stallion put it in me, I didn’t know what was happening, of course I couldn’t see…” her voice went quiet as she carried on, the welcome scents of the lake not helping this time. “He cut me inside, I felt myself start to bleed. He wasn’t gentle and he didn't stop till he was done.”

“Serenity likes blood, but only if it is hers. Recital does draw blood from Trumpet, but not a lot. I think the scent of it really turns her on.” Airmail nuzzled the shivering mare. “Take your time love, we won’t rush you into anything.”

“I know you won't, Mistress.” Wildfire replied as she returned the nuzzle with a little kiss, “that's why I love you all. I'm worried about that toy Mistress bought, I um…I don’t want to hurt you with it like they...well y'know…”

“You know that is the same toy that Stormy has, don't you?” Airmail replied in an attempt to offer her lover some comfort. “I'd love to feel your weight on my back and you inside me.”

“Um…okay, but can I go slow, at least at first?”

“You can go as slow as you want love, but there is one condition.” Airmail smiled as she nuzzled the troubled little pegasus, “I get to cum first because with that toy you're screwing yourself at the same time.”

“That’s a deal.” Wildfire smiled, “wanna head on back?” She asked as she stretched her legs as much as the hoof-cuffs would allow. “I've got the headset to update and a sexy Mistress to pleasure.”

“Okay,” Airmail smiled as she stood up and gently tugged on the reins, “let’s walk though in case somepony hasn't seen my sexy Pet, marefriend, and lover.”

As she stood up, Wildfire looked around in mock attempt at searching. “Where are you keeping the other two, Mistress?” She asked with a snicker.

“That, my dear, is for me to know and you to find out.” Looking up into the now late afternoon sky, Airmail noticed it had darkened considerably and the temperature had also dropped slightly. “Looks like Stormy is hard at work,” she thought out loud as she led Wildfire home. “Let’s see how fast you can shuffle in those chains.”

Smiling a very wide smile, Airmail led the diminutive pegasus along by the reins, knowing full well she had plenty of time to get home, but thoroughly enjoying the show as she watched her shuffle along.

“I…” Wildfire huffed with a rattle of the chains, “I…believe you might be enjoying this, Mistress.”

“Hmm…it is really cute to watch your ass sway when you walk like that.” Airmail called over her shoulder as she admired the view.

“Like I said,” Wildfire commented as she tried to go faster, which just made her ass sway even more, “you're enjoying it.”

“So much those cuffs may just become common wear around the house.”

Wildfire beamed such a wide smile she almost tripped on the hoof-cuffs. “Promise?”

Airmail nodded, then remembered Wildfire couldn’t see her nod. “One I'll try to keep, but I'm sure you'll find a way to remind me if I don't remember.”

“Hmm…I'll have to be just naughty enough to earn them if you forget.”

Swooping down, Airmail planted a loving kiss on Wildfire’s lips. “I like how you're thinking, Pet.” With the little yellow mare keeping up the brisk pace, the two pegasi made it back to the terraced townhouse with time to spare as above them darkened clouds were moved into place, effectively blocking out the sun.

Feeling the temperature drop even more but feeling no rain falling on her coat she turned to Airmail with a playful pout on her muzzle. “So, we didn't have to rush then?” Her pout was ruined by her giggle, “I hope you liked the show.” She said with a shake of her flank.

“I did!” Airmail exclaimed as she shut the back door. “I liked it very much, thank you.”

“Any time, Pretty.”

“Now that we are safe from the storm was there any of your other toys you'd like to try out?” Airmail asked as she looked up at the wall clock mounted in the dining room and seeing there was still an hour or two until Tempest was due back from working the weather.

Wildfire paused and gave the question the same kind of deliberation she used to give to her exams. “How about the nipple clamps, the riding crop and oooh that stallionator toy would be nice, could you maybe hoof me too?” She answered, bouncing hopefully on the tips of her hooves.

“I'll be happy to hoof you, and use both sets of clamps.” Airmail smiled then she went very serious for a moment. “Let me know if I'm using the crop correctly though, okay?”

“I will Airmail, and I'll be sure to use my safe word if it hurts too much.”

“Okay.” The azure blue mare trotted over to the stairs, not bothering to flick Wildfire’s nose with her tail this time. “Then, to the bedroom and our fun will be tripled!”

Wildfire laughed and jangled the chains of the cuffs. “I'm not going to race you, Mistress.” She grinned, making her way up the stairs, jingling the chains as she went along behind the larger pegasus.

Airmail was already up in the master bedroom when Wildfire shuffled in, her ‘Mistress’ persona that she’d been perfecting all afternoon firmly in place. “Please move to the foot of the bed, facing the bed, Pet.” She said firmly.

Wildfire noted the tone in Airmail’s voice and shivered excitedly. “Yes Mistress.” She trotted over to where she knew the foot of the bed was, and feeling it with her wing she turned to face it.

As she did so, Airmail bent down and removed the short chains and the centre ring from the hoof-cuffs with a giggle that belied her ‘Mistress’ aspect. “I usually just ask Stormy to strap me to the bed when I'm in the mood.” Smiling, she dropped the chains off in the toy bag in the closet and returned quickly, attaching leads to the front hoof-cuffs. “Spread your front legs wide but keep them against the bed frame.”

“Yes Mistress.” Obediently she spread her forelegs as wide as she could, almost at right angles to her body while still touching the frame of the bed.

Airmail fastened the leads from each hoof-cuff securely to the legs of the bed and she then tightened the leads, effectively immobilising her bent over the foot of the bed. She nuzzled behind Wildfire’s left ear. “You like that, Wily?” She asked silkily.

“Y-Yes Mistress…” she answered, her breathing heavy and shallow as she began to get aroused. Arousal that wasn’t helped in the slightest when she heard Airmail return to the closet and drag something out. Her tail flagged when she felt a metal bar roll against her hind hooves.

“Spread your rear hooves please.” Came Airmail’s simple curt command.

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire began to spread her hind legs, but she didn’t know how far to spread them so she spread them apart until she was standing on the tips of the toes of her hooves.

“Good, it is the right size.” Airmail commented, and the diminutive mare felt the weight of the metal bar as each end was attached to her rear hoof-cuffs. “Let’s see what else Mapper added to your bag.” A moment or two of searching later, during which time Wildfire’s wings fluttered to a semi-erect state, and she heard her Mistress’s voice again. “Oh good, a tail sleeve and the blindfold.”

As Airmail proceeded to mouth the blindfold over her head with an extra sloppy tongue, Wildfire started to smell herself getting excited, the scent of her own arousal quite pungent in the confines of the master bedroom. A scent which did not go unnoticed by the older mare. Catching the scent, Airmail sniffed deeply to breathe it in. “You are liking this, aren’t you Wil...Pet?” She asked, wrapping the tail sleeve around her black tail.

“I am, Mistress.” Given the smell now emanating from her moistening marehood, she couldn’t very well deny it.

“Okay, let me know if I do this wrong.” Airmail said, and a second later, Wildfire felt the pinch of two clamps, one on the tip of each ear. “Raise your tail over your back.”

“Ooh no, no that's just right, Mistress…” Wildfire smiled, the clamps sending delightful little jolts of pain straight to her crotch, which was getting wetter by the second.

“Okay,” Wildfire felt the pull on her ears lift her head until she could feel the pull on her tail when the other end of the lead was attached. “Okay, is that lead too short?”

“Nggh!” Wildfire grunted, the lead attached to her tail and the ear clamps forcing her head up at an angle. “Ooh that's...ahh perfect!”

Appreciatively, Airmail licked an ear, causing it to flick involuntarily which pulled on the tail sleeve. She then gasped as she felt the strong pinch of the clamps on her nipples and the weight of a chain between them. “Gaaa...oooh yeees!” Wildfire felt the pinch of the clamps tight around her nipples, and the growing moistness inside of her purple panties.

Airmail’s nose pressed against the crotch of the wet panties and she breathed deeply, inhaling the heady musky scent of her lover. “You smell sweet my Pet.”

“T-Thank you,” Wildfire whimpered, “Mistress.”

“Okay,” Airmail said as she straightened up and took up the riding crop that Mapper had so thoughtfully tested on Octavia the day before, “it has been a while since I used one of these and Serenity was my training aid. I'm going to try to do my best, but if it isn't enough you 'will' let me know, right Pet?”

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire answered her Mistress, and almost immediately she felt the slap of the riding crop against her ass, and instinctively she gasped with much anticipated thrill of the strike, but after six strokes there was a pause. A pause that was very welcome as Wildfire guessed she had hit herself harder with her own wing.

“M-mistress...please...” Wildfire whimpered in frustration, “I have been a bad pony...please, do it harder.” Two seconds later, she felt the crop again, but with a good deal more force this time. The harder strike had a nice warmness to it. While it was better, it was a lot less than what Amethyst Glory would have used against her. The distribution was nice, but it stayed conspicuously to the fleshy part of her ass.

After six of these stiffer strikes there was another pause, which made Wildfire squeal. ‘Damn…just as I was starting to like it! I need it harder!’ She thought as she squirmed in her restraints. “Yes! Like that Mistress! Perhaps my cutie mark displeases you?” She hinted as she wiggled her flank.

“Yes, your flank is on fire I must put out the flames!” Airmail exclaimed dramatically before once again she took up the crop and with a bit more force than before she started her strikes, this time moving the crop around to include Wildfire’s pantie covered area and her flanks. One errant stroke got away between her spread hind legs, squarely hitting one of the nipple clamps, but Airmail didn't notice as she continued her work.

“AaaAAH!” Wildfire yelped with the beautiful pain as it blossomed across the clamped skin, jerking spasmodically in the bindings. “Oow!”

Hearing the yelp, Airmail paused, concerned she’d really hurt her lover. “Should I continue?”

Without thinking, Wildfire nodded, which yanked sharply on the lead holding her tail up, causing fresh pain to her dock. “P-Please M-Mistress,” she begged, her marehood so wet it was starting to leak around her panties. “As if I owed you money, Mistress.”

Airmail laughed, “Okay, but as if you owe me chocolate donuts instead.” The azure blue mare bent and gave her Pet a close inspection. “Where did I hit you that made you say ow?”

“Nggh…one strike caught a clamp, Mistress.”

“Okay, my donut hording Pet…” with that as a warning, Airmail started up again, striking Wildfire’s hindquarters with a tiny bit more force than before this time, and with a good deal more coverage. Again she hit a nipple clamp, but this time she aimed for it and continued.

“Yeeaagh!” Wildfire screamed with the well-aimed strike to her right clamped nipple, the pain making her wet her panties even more – the purple fabric soaked to a perfect outline of her labia and her tail-hole. “Hmm...” she murmured happily, “harder Mistress please, this hoarding Pet has been very, very bad.”

Determined now, Airmail picked up the speed of her next few strikes, focusing on Wildfire’s vulva, tail-hole, cutie mark and her clamped breasts. “AAaaAH!” She screamed now with every wonderful strike, her marehood so wet it had more than soaked the panties and was dripping her juices onto the hardwood floor, the loud splashes clearly audible between the yellow mare’s squeals.

“AAaargh!” Wildfire screamed an agonised scream as the last of Airmail’s strikes caught her between her breasts, connecting with both clamps at once. This time the pain, while beautiful, was too much for her. “P-P-Peaches, Mistress!”

Straightaway, Airmail dropped the riding crop, panting heavily from her exertion. “Thank you Pet, you were wearing me out. Forty nine strikes, Pet, I was going to give up at fifty.” The azure blue mare rested her sweaty forehead on Wildfire’s butt and with her teeth undid the tail fastener of her sodden panties.

“M-Mistress...that was…beautiful!”

Grinning, Airmail used her mouth to pull down the soaked purple panties as far as they would go with Wildfire’s hind legs spread apart. After a split second of cold air on her exposed labia which were swollen with arousal, the yellow mare felt her Mistress’s muzzle push itself against and between her lower lips. “You're beautiful pet and you are soooooooo wet right now.”

“I'm a very bad Pet, making a mess on the floor, Mistress.”

Airmail ran her left forehoof slowly up and down Wildfire’s slit, savouring the view and the scent as her hoof spread the labia apart. “I don't know,” she teased in a singsong voice, “if you're too bad a pony I might not let you clean this hoof.”

Wildfire gave out a loud needy whimper. “P-Please, Mistress…”

Wasting no time at all, Airmail pushed her tongue inside Wildfire’s dripping marehood as she continued to rub her hoof between your moist folds. “You do taste wonderful my lovely Wild...” she giggled when she withdrew her tongue. “Wildflower. You need to relax, Pet because I'm going in hoof first.”

Hearing that, Wildfire took long deep breaths, allowing herself to relax as best she could, given her bound and very aroused state. “Pl-Please…h-hoof me, Mistress.”

Tentatively, Airmail poked the toe of her hoof just inside Wildfire’s sopping marehood and used her tongue to help slide it further forward until eventually the whole of her hoof was nestled inside the little yellow pegasus. “Okay, let’s see how deep this trail runs, shall we, Pet?”

Wildfire gasped loudly at the intruding hoof, gasped as she felt it spread the wet walls of her tunnel wide open. Instinctively she tried to push her hindquarters backwards to get more of her lover’s foreleg inside her. “Yes Mistress!”

“Naughty Pet!” Airmail lightly spanked Wildfire’s ass just above where she had used the crop on her. “Resist me, don't let me reach the end.” Airmail commanded firmly as she started rocking her hoof in and back out.

“Aaah…I’m s-sorry Mistress!” Immediately she stopped pushing herself backwards and instead Wildfire tried to inch away forwards, squeezing her marehood and pushing against the hoof inside her.

“Yes, squeeze my hoof, Pet.” Airmail tried to force her hoof forward and then, with an idea in her head, she lowered her head below the level of her leg and began licking at the juices that dripped out around her foreleg. Using her tongue, she spread Wildfire’s clitoral hood so that her teeth could clamp down on her swollen hard nub and she bit gently.

“Aaaah Mistress!” Wildfire let out a squeal which turned into a tiny scream of pain and pleasure. So overwhelmed was she that she forgot to squeeze herself around the hoof inside her before quickly correcting herself.

Using Wildfire’s momentary lapse, Airmail slid her foreleg in further, questing deeper inside Wildfire’s stretched marehood as she tried to suck her hard clitoris down her throat.

“Yeees Mistress!” Wildfire squealed loudly, feeling more of her juices pour out of her the deeper her lover went, “wear this bitch like your sleeve!”

Building up a steady sawing motion, Airmail kept pushing and pulling back a bit, only to push deeper on each downstroke. From experience with Tempest she could tell she was almost at her target. Smiling, she lapped, tongued and nibbled at the hood and the hard clitoris.

Tied over the bed, Wildfire was spasming in the throes of intense pleasure. If she had eyes they'd have been rolled up in the back of her head by now. “Ooh Mistress, that's iiiit!” The bound yellow pegasus started drooling at the very full feeling inside her.

One very long, very slow lick and a teasing suck of her clit later and Airmail asked, “Is this what you've been waiting for, Wildflower?” She asked, consciously using the name she had made up as she pushed in the last bit and bumps hard into Wildfire’s cervix.

Wildfire whimpered heavily, “y-yes Mistress!”

Rubbing the sole of her hoof over the closed opening to her Pet’s womb, Airmail said firmly, “Cum for me Pet. Spasm up and down my leg.”

“Yes Mistress, I-I'm so close...”

Deciding she should cum right now, Airmail attacked Wildfire’s engorged nub again with her teeth and her tongue, while at the same time she swatted her right cutie mark with her free forehoof.

“LUUNAAAAA!” Wildfire screamed her way through a very loud, very intense orgasm just as Airmail tapped her cervical wall one last time, her pussy muscles contracting all around the invading forehoof and squirting her cum all the way down Airmail's leg and upper body.

“What a good pony you are.” Airmail praised her lover as she lapped up the spillage.

Under the sensory assault, Wildfire’s knees buckled, stumbling in her bindings as she rode out her Equestria-shattering orgasm. “T-Thank...Mis...” she mumbled.

Smiling, Airmail reached down with her free hoof to unfasten the spreader bar, the action leaving her forehoof deep inside her still flicking her cervix, causing Wildfire to climax a second time. “My lovely little Wildflower. Do you mind if I use that for your Pet name?”

Wildfire murred at the hoof that was tapping her cervix. Right now she’d agree to anything. “N-No Mistress...that's aaah that's fine.” She flexed her hind legs, standing better as she moved them closer together.

While she was under her lover, Airmail checked her nipples for colour, and licked one to check for tenderness, earning her a delightful little meeep from the little yellow mare. Deciding they’d been on quite long enough, Airmail used her mouth to undo the clamps on Wildfire’s nipples and licked her tongue softly over both little nubs.

“AAaaaAAH…” Wildfire squealed loudly as her blood rushed back into her breasts and her tender nipples. “Thank you for removing them, Mistress.”

Next, Airmail unclipped Wildfire’s black tail from the leads attached to the clamps at her ears. “Aaah…” the yellow pegasus lowered her neck, feeling a few muscles pop as she did so.

“Okay, I'm going to pull out now, slowly.” Airmail put her muzzle below her opening in order to catch the drips that were sure to leak out.

“Oooh!” Just as she had felt every inch of the foreleg going in, she felt every inch of it coming out. Wildfire shuddered and squirmed like a hooked fish as her muscles fought to contract around the retreating leg. “Hmmm…”

Once her foreleg was out, Airmail kept her leg raised up and moved carefully around to Wildfire’s front, undoing the lead from her left forehoof and removing both of the ear clips from her ears. “Please undo the other lead from your cuff and follow me up on the bed.”

“Yes Mistress.” Quickly, Wildfire unfastened the other lead from her right hoof-cuff with her left hoof and vaulted up onto the bed as Airmail laid herself up on the pillows.

Laying on her back, Airmail held out her cum stained foreleg. “This hoof is soooo dirty my good Wildflower. What is the best way to clean it?”

“My tongue is a very good way, Mistress.” Wildfire answered eagerly.

“I guess it will have to do, my lovely Pet,” Airmail smiled. “Will you please service my hoof and foreleg?”

‘Yes! Oh yes!’ Wildfire had to consciously keep herself from pouncing on her Mistress in order to get to that hoof quicker. “At once, Mistress!” The blind mare felt for and took Airmail’s stained hoof her forehooves, bringing it up to her muzzle and breathing deep, inhaling the scent of herself. Extending her tongue, she ran it over the hard outer edge, grazing her teeth along the inner white wall.

“Oh yes Wildfir…Wildflower yes, that's it.”

Wildfire blew very gently across the sole of Airmail’s hoof, drawing her lips slowly along it to the very tip of the frog. She swirled her tongue around the hoof’s sole, sucking it with a gentle but firm force, relishing the taste of herself on the hoof as she moved to rest her tongue on the splayed edge of the frog. “Shall I lick here, Mistress?”

Now it was Airmail’s turn to whimper. “Please clean it well, Pet, give me your best.”

“As my Mistress commands.” Smiling a very wide smile at getting to indulge her favourite kink, Wildfire licked a very slow deliberate lick up the centre of the frog of Airmail’s hoof to the tip, then she drew her tongue back down to the other end before licking up it a second time, this time much slower than before.

Wildfire found she really had to hold on to Airmail’s foreleg, gripping it tightly in her forehooves so that the azure blue mare didn’t jerk it out of her grasp. Very, very carefully she grazed her upper teeth down the most sensitive part of Airmail’s hoof before finally planting a delicate flowery kiss on the splayed end.

“Sweet Celestia's mane!”

“Is that nice Mistress?” Wildfire asked with a smugness as she kissed the hard edge of the toe one last time before trailing soft little kisses up the blue fur of Airmail’s foreleg.

“I’ll have Requiem thank you next time she asks to clean my hooves and I say yes.” Airmail cooed as she watched her little lover worship her leg.

By way of reply, Wildfire merely sniggered as she licked all the way back down Airmail’s foreleg, lovingly kissing the hoof once more before licking back up her leg, this time against the grain of the short soft fur.

“Hmm…I love you Wildflower.” Airmail smiled as she patted the yellow mare’s forehead. “But we are not finished yet, my Pet.”

“Your leg is clean Mistress.” Wildfire smiled, “what would you have your Pet do for you?”

“I want your weight on me and you inside me.” Airmail replied huskily in her sexiest tone. “Because, Wildfire, that was fantastic how you handled my hoof and it has aroused me. Have you always been able to do that?”

“Oh, I've always had a thing for hooves, Pretty.” Wildfire blushed a bright red. “I've learnt better techniques since I first did it.”

Airmail shuddered involuntarily, her hoof phobia kicking in with renewed force and vigour. “I…I think of all the things I've stepped in, all the combat zones and…things…and it makes me shiver to put a tongue to my hoof. That isn't how it is now though. I've washed them many times, but this was so sensual.”

Wildfire recognised the need for special cuddles and was only too happy to oblige. “I could tell you care for them, you use a lot of products on your hooves don't you?” She asked, certain she was right. “Grazing my teeth down the frog was something new, I wanted to try, I'm glad you liked it.”

As they cuddled on the bed, safely nestled in the master bedroom of their terraced townhouse, the sky outside had darkened further, there was now peals of thunder, and forks of bright white lightning lighting up the late afternoon sky as the weather pegasi continued with their dangerous work.

“I do like to look good.” Airmail smiled and nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek in the cuddle as the heavy patter of rain sounded a tattoo against the firmly closed bedroom window. “When you have to interview somepony at the drop of a hoof, you don't have time to pretty up.”

Wildfire giggled, “as if you need to. There's a reason I call you 'Pretty'…eeep!” she heard the deafening thunder and shivered like a scared foal at the first clap.

Airmail let out a cute little giggle, “If you're going to live with Stormy, you'll need to get used to that.” She smiled and placed a delicate kiss on the yellow mare’s lips. “Wildfire, will you do me the honour of mounting me?”

Wildfire blushed, “I'm alright with loud noises if I'm expecting them, that first thunderclap just surprised me, that’s all.” She returned the kiss with a nervous smile. “Um...I'd like to try mounting you.”

“I'd love for you to try, Wily.” Airmail said gently as she cuddled her lover. “We can go as slow as you like. I'm guessing you've never used a toy like this?”

Wildfire blushed, feeling very silly. “No, never.” Her voice went very tiny. “I'm just...nervous, I guess.”

Airmail kissed her lips again. “That's okay. There is a first time for everything. The azure blue mare pulled away from the cuddle and climbed off of bed. “Let's test your new toy.”

“Alrighty, if you're sure, Pretty.” Wildfire replied, not feeling at all confident. “Let's give it a whirl.”

“Not that either of us need lube, but why waste the strawberry.” Airmail said as she retrieved the stallionator toy and the tube of lube from the toy bag in the closet. “I find using your tongue to spread the lube is very nice. You lube the end of the phallus that will slide into you. Ah…you okay with this dildo in you?”

The blind mare shyly touched the end of the toy with her hoof. “It doesn't feel like I thought it would...I um, I should be alright with it.” She giggled a shy nervous giggle. “I feel like a filly on her first time.”

“This is a top of the line toy.” Airmail said, “go ahead and lube it up.”

“Alrighty.” She took the tube in her forehooves and squirted some, a generous amount, of the strawberry lube onto her tongue before running it all over the end of the toy that was offered to her.

Airmail had to squeeze her hind legs together lest her own arousal make itself be known. “It is making me hot watching you do that.”

Eager to show off, Wildfire sniggered with a mouthful of the toy, pushing inches of it into her mouth to the back of her throat, making like she was deep throating an imaginary stallion in front of her. “Okay love, that's not where it goes, but yeah, it is hot. I could see you doing that if me or Stormy were wearing the toy.”

“Plenty of practise.” Wildfire commented as she removed the toy from her mouth. “Do I just put it in me now?”

“I put it in you.” Airmail clarified with a very aroused little moan, “you step into these straps with your hind hooves.”

“Okay,” the diminutive mare felt around for the straps to the toy, stepping into them once she found them, slightly grateful that her lover helped her by guiding her hooves into the straps.

“Now, lean forward while I angle this up and in with my mouth.”

Obediently, Wildfire leant forward, wondering just how in the wide world of Equestria she'll like this experience. 'But…Pretty likes it though, it can’t be that bad…' she thought as Airmail slid the lubed end of the phallus into her already dripping wet slot. ‘Ooooh!’ She let out a little squeak as it entered her. It wasn’t as thick as a hoof and it was about three inches shorter than what now lay under her belly. Sliding it all the way in slowly, she asked, “you still okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.” Wildfire shifted experimentally, testing both the end that was nestled inside her and the length that was now extending from her. “That's alright, actually.”

“My turn to play under you now while I lube you up with strawberry goodness.”

‘Feels weird, but it’s like, a good weird.’ Wildfire thought as she wiggled her hips. “I guess stallions get used to it.”

“Used to what dear, being hung?” Airmail asked, taking a little break from smearing strawberry lube all over the plastic cock, “I don't think they will ever get used to something shoved in their pussy.”

Wildfire giggled at that, the image of it storming into her head and staying there. “No, probably not. Just don't make me walk about with this hanging out.”

Well, having heard that, she just had to now, right? “Oh, please Wildfire, will you walk around the bedroom so I can see it bounce off your belly?”

“Hmm…only because I love you.” Feeling extremely really very silly, Wildfire trotted around the bedroom, feeling the toy hit her belly with every exaggerated sway of her hips, which only served to wiggle the end inside her too.

Airmail bit her lower lip, resisting the urge to clop herself off. “You know what really makes you look so hot wearing that?” She asked with a lusty breath.

“Ooh...n-no, what?”

“Instead of balls you have breasts to either side of that shaft.”

Wildfire giggled, “is it meant to feel all squiffy when it moves?”

“Just wait until you mount me.” Turning around, Airmail flicked her summer green tail over Wildfire’s nose as she reared up and bent over the bed, much like her little lover had been mere moments before. “I'm pushed up against the foot of the bed. Come behind me and sniff how ready I am for you.” To facilitate the sniffing, Airmail moves her tail up and to the side.

Sniffing the heavy scent of musk in the air, Wildfire easily walked up behind her prone marefriend. Indeed the scent was so strong it was almost like she could see her bent over the bed. Sniffing up Airmail’s left hind leg she pushed her nose across her exposed hindquarters, breathing in deeply. “You're as wet as I was, Pretty.”

“After that hoof job, I'm lucky we didn't both drown.” Airmail giggled and spread her hind legs. “Just rear up and put your forehooves on my back and shuffle forward till you bump.”

“Alrighty Pretty.” Rearing up, she placed her forehooves on Airmail’s larger back, inching herself forward until...after a second she dropped back down to the floor. “I um…I’m s-sorry...let me try again.”

Airmail fought very hard to suppress the whine of frustration. That moment of bearing Wildfire’s weight had been brilliant. “It's okay love. Take your time. I love your weight on my back.”

“It's just...odd, me doing it like this, to somepony else.” For a second time, she reared up again and placed her forehooves on the waiting mare’s back, shuffling herself forward until this time she bumped her.

“Oh yeah, you are spot on.” Airmail encouraged, “just slide forward and you'll feel the entry as what is in you will start to pull out.”

“Hmm…” doing as she was told, Wildfire slid her hips forward and through the new sensations in her marehood she felt the toy start to enter the bent over mare. “Is that alright, Pretty?” She asked cautiously as she slowly inched her way inside.

“Oh yes! Thrust forward until your hips meet my ass.” As Wildfire tried to do as she had requested, Airmail felt her hooves slip a little on her back, which caused her to slide the rest of the toy in her sopping marehood to the hilt as she got stable again. “Ahhhhh Yessss! You don't have to balance your hooves on my back. You can hook them over my wings. Mmm…that feels so good with you in me.”

“It didn't hurt?” Wildfire asked as she moved her hooves from the blue shoulders down her back to the joints of her spread out wings, holding just where they meet her body.

“You can't hurt me love because I know you care.” Airmail smiled, panting with the pleasure in her core. “Now when you pull out a bit it will push into you. Do that a couple of times to feel it.”

“Okay...” she pulled back a little, immediately feeling the end inside her enter her a little just like Airmail said it would. She repeated the action and was thrilled to get the same results. “Oooh, that’s definitely squiffy.”

“Yes it is!” Airmail cried desperately. “Now buck me and you'll buck yourself at the same time.”

“Tell me if I'm doing it wrong.” She slid the toy back in to the hilt in one motion, thrusting it a lot more confidently now she was inside.

Almost straight away Airmail whined, “love you're doing it wrong!” She giggled, “Buck me!”

Hilted now, Wildfire paused. 'Pretty wants it rougher? Well…okay,' Pulling back almost withdrawing from her completely, Wildfire prayed, 'please let this be right.' Before she could wuss out, she thrusted back in to the hilt, her hips slapping Airmail’s ass a lot harder than she had before.

With the force of the hard thrust, Airmail's body lowered a bit as she spreads her legs wider for balance. “Give it to me, Wily!”

Spurred on by Airmail’s encouragement, she withdrew midway and she thrusted forwards a third and fourth times, picking up her speed with buck of her hips. “Oooh…” she moaned as the shaft in her felt properly squiffy now.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes buck me girl!” Airmail screamed in heaven with each hard thrust giving her more pleasure than the last, “buck me into next week!”

“Want it do you?” A little switch seemed to flick in Wildfire’s head as she bucked her hips the roughest yet, getting the toy right to the hilt. Somewhere in her head she was transported to the stallion’s that rutted her at the home, except now she was the one doing the rutting. Grunting loudly, she pulled back for a harder thrust which mashed herself into Airmail’s ass end.

“Yes! Yes I want it.!” Airmail begged as her eyes rolled up, “I want it bad!”

Feeling her way, Wildfire lowered herself to Airmail’s ear. “Scream then, you pretty little slut.” She growled as she ran her hooves over the leading edges of her azure blue wings only to roughly pull her back as she thrust forward hard.

“Oh give it to meeeeee!” Airmail screamed, pushed as she was to the very edge of her climax, then with an ear shattering “OOooHHHHHH IIIIII GAAHAHHAHHH!” She reached her climax just as a roll of thunder erupted overhead.

As she gave a particularly hard thrust, Wildfire could feel the force of Airmail's orgasm under her barrel. “That's it slut, scream my buckin' name!” She pulled out and thrust in as hard as she could, screaming, “GODEEESES!” She held it in as deep as she could, riding her own climax as she felt Airmail under her do the same.

“I Love You!” Airmail screamed as she came down from her high after a few moments of sheer bliss. “Oh, that was good, sooooo good!”

As Wildfire pulled out of Airmail’s marehood, her confident smirking demeanour evaporated. “I-I’m s-sorry Pretty!” She stood behind her lover, quaking and shivering, “I-I didn't mean to call you a slut, that was horrible of me!”

Feeling her little mare pull out of her, Airmail spun around and kissed her lips long and hard. “Wily, my love. Don't panic. Okay?” She cooed soothingly.

“But, but...” Wildfire whimpered softly into the kiss, calming down considerably. “Um…okay.”

“Really, love, I love you and we can talk about it, but you did great bucking me.” The rather sweaty azure blue mare smiled a wide smile as she kissed her again. “Not bad at all, for your first time.”

“You really liked it that hard?”

Airmail nodded, “I do love it hard, but the names.” She said gently, “what made you think of that, dear?”

Wildfire turned her head down and mumbled quietly to the floor under her hooves, “that’s what they called me, and worse besides. It became normal. I thought that’s what you did, when it’s rough y'know, use names like that.”

“I love it hard, I love the weight on my back, and I love you pulling my wings.” Airmail kissed and nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek. “The names you can leave out for me, but some mares like the dirty talk. You heard Caffy say those harsh things to Luna, right?”

“Yuppers, I did,” Wildfire returned the nuzzle, “and Stormy sounded very similar when she rutted Luna as well.”

“Wily, Luna obviously likes harsh language used when she is rutted.” Airmail whispered softly, “did you ask them to talk to you that way?”

Still with her head pointed down, Wildfire answered in a quiet, tiny voice, “no. No I didn't.”

Again, Airmail kissed her lover, trying to get her head up. “They wanted to hurt you with their words like they hurt you with their hooves. Your words did NOT hurt me, okay? We didn't talk about it before you gave me that wonderful bucking, but we can talk about it now.” She said as she gently stroked her black mane.

“I'm really glad you enjoyed it,” Wildfire said, her head starting to lift up. “I won't say those things next time.”

Airmail giggled, “If you rut Stormy she likes to be called 'boy toy'. I asked her why and she thinks it is part of her masculine outlook on things.” She nuzzled Wildfire again, “but the harsh language isn't needed for either of us. What about you Wily? Would you like us say slut or pretty mare? Hmmm?”

“Pretty mare. Definitely.” Wildfire answered almost immediately. “I don't like those nasty words, they made me feel like them, like I was using you.”

“You are not like them love.” Airmail smiled and placed gentle flowery kisses up and down Wildfire’s ear. “My pretty mare. If somepony does like harsh language they will tell you, and you can use those words on them. I think it is another type of punishment.”

Wildfire flicked her ear and she giggled, “I've never called anypony a slut in my life, mum'd kill me!” She said in a shocked tone. “I did enjoy bucking you though Pretty, I'll try not to be such a scaredy filly next time.”

“Did you enjoy bucking yourself at the same time?” Airmail asked, amusement in her voice. “A lot nicer when you are in control, right?”

“Yuppers...it was, different, Pretty.” Wildfire answered quickly, “And, thanks for trusting me not to hurt you.”

“I trust you to do your best in all that you do.” Airmail held her in a tight reassuring cuddle. “Was it any different from when I was spanking you? You trusted me, and still I went slow, didn't I?”

“It wasn't different, was it?” Wildfire smiled as she answered the question to which she already knew the answer. She put her wing around the larger mare, pulling her into a feathery cuddle. “We both did good I think.” She kissed and nipped the tip of Airmail’s ear. “Sooooo, Wildflower?” She asked with a grin.

“You like the name, Wildflower?”

“Yuppers I like it,” Wildfire replied, “I just wondered where it came from?”

“Well, ah...what does Mapper call you?” Airmail decided to answer the question with one of her own.

“Junior Pet usually, or Middle, if Octavia's around.”

“Do you like being a Pet,” Airmail asked, “at least sometimes, Wily?”

“Oh, yes I do,” the blind mare replied eagerly, “I like it a lot.”

“I'm glad you do,” Airmail smiled, sliding her own wing under the yellow mare’s own. “So, do you mind if you're my Pet or Stormy's Pet sometimes?”

“I'd love to be your Pet, and Stormy's Pet!”

“Well I don't think Junior Pet is a very good name and so I thought that your name is Wildfire, but Wildflower sounded cute like a Pet name.”

Wildfire mulled it over in her head, rolling it around like she was seeing how it tasted. “I like it, Pretty.”

“How do you like Independent Time?” Airmail asked gently, nuzzling Wildfire’s neck for comfort.

Wildfire shuddered involuntarily, suddenly unsure of herself. “I-I…I um…I don't like it,” she muttered, again turning her head to the floor. “Is it a punishment that Mistress Mapper gave me? Did I do something wrong?”

Sympathetically, and with her heart almost breaking, she kissed the little yellow mare’s nose. “No, it is not a punishment, Wily. Independent Time is time when you can be Wildfire. It is when Mapper lets you off your leash to run free, so to speak.” She explained it as best she could.

“Oh...I see, or um…I don't.” Wildfire nestled into her lover’s side, relishing her body heat. “Like I said earlier at the lake, I just don't know what to do with it,” she gave a soft giggle, “sounds daft right?”

“How long has it been since you were last in charge of your own life?”

“Five years.”

“So it isn't daft at all.” Airmail said firmly, not letting up with the cuddle. “Let me ask you this. You have all that fancy gear so you can go places all by yourself, right?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire replied quickly, “and I love having it, I really do.”

“So,” Airmail said, pushing home her point she was making. “If you go shopping, do you want someone holding your hoof every step of the way?”

Wildfire shook her head, “no, I want to show I can do it on my own, like a normal pony.”

“That is Independent Time.” Airmail said, her point made. “You are Wildfire when you talk to a store owner or get something to eat or anything like that.”

“Aah, right,” Wildfire leant up and kissed Airmail’s cheek. “I think I get it.”

“But you still like to be a Pet sometimes?”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire gushed, “it’s...ooh, how can I say it? It’s like, it’s less complicated, y’know? I get commands, I either do well and get a reward or I don't and get punished. Easy.”

Airmail giggled, wholly understanding what her lover was getting at. “Well you might get a punishment if you're a bad Pet, right? Sometimes the punishments can be a lot of fun too.”

Now it was Wildfire’s turn to giggle. “I know, kinda why I like it too.”

“So,” Airmail said as an idea came to her, “I'm thinking you have a safe word to stop something, but now you have a safe word to start something. For example if you are feeling lost or afraid, you can say ‘Wildflower needs Pretty or Honey’. Or, if you do something naughty, and we catch you, we can say, ‘Wildflower did you leave the can opener on the counter?’ It is a way for you to enter or be put in pet mode if you will.”

“Ooh okay,” Wildfire grinned, liking this idea very much, “and we can all trigger it, equally?”

“You should only trigger it if you really need a Mistress for any reason you feel you do.” Airmail said seriously, “If you want me or Stormy to trigger it you need to do some sort of 'bad' pony thing like what Serenity does to get Mapper to notice her.” She affectionately nuzzled the little yellow mare’s neck and cheek, “and by need it doesn't have to be an emergency. We can be sitting here at the house and you just want some quality Mistress time. That is enough of a need.”

“I'll be careful with it,” Wildfire replied, “I remember the story of the pony who cried timberwolf.”

“Hmm…remember when that mare yelled at you on the subway platform?” Airmail asked gently, “the one where I came over and broke it up?”

“Y-Yuppers,” Wildfire shuddered at the unwelcome memory. “She was mean. I didn't do anything to her.”

“Some ponies are just mean at times. If that happens again when you are on Independent Time, what would you do?”

“I'd say Wildflower needs Pretty, or Honey and wait for you.”

“If you are shopping on your own that would be...” Airmail trailed off, not finishing her sentence as another simple, elegant idea percolated inside her head. It was so simple, it was brilliant! It would give Wildfire her independence and at the same time it would mean she and Tempest wouldn’t worry about her. Much. Maybe. “Well, you do have all that fancy gear. If you take your tablet with you we can set it up so that is like an emergency signal and me or Stormy will come to help you. Would that be good?”

Wildfire nodded her head in the cuddle. “I'd like that, very much, thank you!”

“Okay, that can be done.” Airmail tried not to sigh too happily as her lover agreed to her idea, grateful she didn’t have to sell the idea. “I want you to enjoy Independent Time, but I also want you to be happy and safe. It was fun taking my Pet Wildflower to the ice cream shop.”

“I had fun too 'Mistress'.” Wildfire giggled. “That mare, Sherbet, enjoyed it too I think.”

“Sherbet is fun.” Airmail commented. “I think spanking the donut hoarding Wildflower wasn't too bad either.” She giggled and kissed Wildfire’s ear. “I want those donuts back before I go to work Tuesday morning too!”

“I'll get you some while I'm shopping, Mistress.” The diminutive yellow mare smiled, wiggling her slightly sore flanks, “you were very good with the crop.”

“You wore me out Wildfire, but I'm thankful for your approval.”

Wildfire kissed her lover, “and I knew to say my safe word.” She smiled, “I guess I should add those shops I'll need for tomorrow, Pretty.”

“Sure,” Airmail had to fight really hard to stifle a laugh but ultimately failed horribly. “B-But…teehee…do you still want to run around with that in you?” She playfully flicked the stallionator toy that was still strapped to her marefriend’s hips.

“Eeep!” Wildfire squeaked as the flick moved the end of the toy that was inside her. “Oh…oh this...” she giggled, “I actually forgot it was there.”

“You want to leave it on to go get ice cream again?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire laughed, “that'd be real naughty fun.”

“I'll have to remember that, ‘oh-pony-who-said-earlier-I-don't-want-to-walk-around-like-this’.” The lead editor laughed out loud. “Let me get it out of you for now.”

“Well...” Wildfire blushed, “that was before I got used to him, I mean, it in me.”

“I'll grab it and pull, you need to lean forward.” Airmail planted her lips on her little mare’s sex and gave it a long slow lick before she pulled back on the dildo, causing Wildfire to coo as she leant forward and once it was out of her she lowered the straps down her yellow hind legs. “Step out.”

“Alrighty.” She stepped to one side, feeling the straps under her hooves. “Huh, I was just getting used to it now it feels all empty.”

“Stormy says the same thing.” Airmail commented with a smile. “She has gone walking outside with it too. You go do your programming and I'll clean 'him' up for our next playdate.”

“Awesomes, thanks Pretty!” Wildfire exclaimed, getting up off of the floor and scooting out of the master bedroom, feeling her way along the hallway with her left wingtip to the office as Airmail took the stallionator the other way to the bathroom for cleaning.

More lightning flashed outside the home’s windows unnoticed by Wildfire. Followed by the tempestuous sound of thunder as she trotted into the second bedroom that was the office, but this time she didn’t flinch. Wildfire was humming happily as she took the left turn and sat down at her own terminal, reaching down with her left forehoof and hitting the power button to turn it on.

The blind mare was still humming her happy tune when she reached to the left of her keyboard and picked up her flight headset, plugging it in to the USB port on the left of the keyboard. “Alrighty,” she thought out loud to the empty room, “I need a DVD store for Pretty, a book store for Honey, a music store for Serenity, Rarity's Recreations and MiAC store for me and for Mistress, Compuland for a braille labeller and finally Caffy's shop for coffee and chocolate donuts!”

Wildfire smiled on her seating pad. Even if she didn’t get the firefighter’s job, tomorrow was gonna be an awesome day.