After fifteen rather uneventful minutes, Airmail trotted into the office licking her lips with a wide smile on her azure blue face. “He is all cleaned up.” She announced, referring to the stallionator toy that was now spotless and residing in Wildfire’s toy bag in the closet of the master bedroom.

Sat at her computer terminal, Wildfire smirked as she finished up her route option for tomorrow’s planned solo shopping trip; starting with the nearest shop to city hall, and creating a looped route that ended with Stripe’s Cup of Java coffee shop. “Cleaned with lip gloss?” She asked, taking her headset off and setting it to the left of the keyboard where she knew where it was.

“Maybe…” the azure blue mare shrugged innocently and giggled, then she walked over to sit by the window, watching intently the darkening skies of the brewing storm and the driving rain.

Wildfire sniffed, detecting the movement of the jasmine scented pony towards where she knew the window was. “Good view, Pretty?”

“I like watching Stormy in action.” Airmail replied with a wistful smile that reached her voice as more thunder rolled overhead, the darkened storm clouds sending the vast city of Manehatten into an almost night time darkness. “Watching the rain is like watching her.”

“Hmhmm...” Wildfire murmured. She decided she’d like to watch Tempest work as well.

Airmail caught the murmur straight away. “Any problems?” She asked from the window.

“Oh, no, no it's nothing.” Wildfire replied, an idea forming in her head as to just how she’d watch Honey at work. “Anything you need to do to this to sort the Wildflower emergency call out jobby?”

“Yeah, I'll need to use the flight headset and your tablet to program it and you will have to say the word for voice recognition.” Airmail said, running through her head the steps she’d need to take to set this up.

“Alrighty,” leaving her computer switched on, Wildfire slid from the seating pad and stood aside near the doorway. “Do you need me now or do you want a drink brought up?”

Airmail considered this for the very briefest of moments. After their exertions of just a few moments ago, the thought of alcohol was just the ticket. “A beer would be nice, Wily.” She replied, moving away from the window to the vacated seating pad. “Left fridge door bottom shelf.”

“Okies!” Smiling, Wildfire turned, using her wingtip to keep herself straight and she trotted off down the stairs to the dining room and on to the fridge in the kitchen. On the way though she stopped and had that thought again about watching Tempest work. With that idea in mind, she went the other way to the back door, hoofing it open to stand on the decking in the back yard.

As Airmail got herself set up at her terminal up in the office and went about setting up the emergency code call back system, Wildfire stood out in the hard driving rain, giggling like an idiot as she had her wings spread wide and her head looking up into the darkened sky. Out here the little yellow mare could not only hear the rolling thunder claps but she could feel their ferocity as well. “Good work Honey!” She called out, the violent storm swallowing up her voice as the rain soaked through her fur to her skin.

Once the rainfall had begun to overcome the waterproofing effect of the oil produced by the uropygial gland at the base of her tail, Wildfire turned and trotted back inside the house. “Pretty, could you hoof me down a towel?” She called as she shut the door behind her.

‘A towel? What in the wide world of Equestria does she need a towel for?’ Airmail thought, blinking once then twice as she got up and left the office to get one from the bathroom. “A towel?” She asked, utterly mystified, as she exited the bathroom and then looked down curiously over the safety railing of the stairs.

“A towel, yes please, Pretty.”

Seeing a very soggy Wildfire standing at the base of the stairs, Airmail couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I see how it is! I'm happy enough to watch Stormy at work, but you have to go and experience her work.” The azure blue mare giggled, “come up and use the dryer in the bathroom,” she said, throwing the towel down so it landed squarely on Wildfire’s head, “but you can use that to mop up your mess.”

“I was just watching Stormy work,” the soggy pegasus giggled as she took the towel in her forehoof and proceeded to get rid of the worst of the rainwater – at least so she stopped dripping anyway – and on her way through the dining room she took a detour and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge before resuming her path up the stairs. “One slightly damp beer for you, Mistress.” She giggled, placing the bottle on the desk top to the right of her keyboard.

Airmail slid from the seating pad and nuzzled the damp mare’s cheek, “if you want to feel her work some more, I'll go with you.” She said with a loving kiss, tasting the rain on her lips.

“It was fun, watching her work.” Wildfire said after she returned the kiss.

“I agree.” Airmail commented, although she had watched from the window. “If you're staying in then dry off properly and you can put in your emergency word.”

“You don't want to come with and watch Stormy work?”

“I do, lead the way.” Airmail wasn’t going to, but Wildfire’s enthusiasm was just so…infectious, she couldn’t refuse her. “You seem to know where the wet spot is.”

“Our crotches, the last time I looked.” Wildfire giggled over her shoulder and trotted back down the stairs, aware of the mopping up to be done in a bit.

Closely, so close her muzzle was almost inserted between Wildfire’s hind legs, Airmail followed nose to tail. “You don't say.”

Feeling her lover’s breath on her exposed marehood, Wildfire sniggered, ‘accidentally’ flicking her tail to one side as she opened the back door. “This way, Mistress.”

“Thank you my guide for leaving such an easy to follow scent trail.”

“My pleasure.” Outside once more in the fierce rain, Wildfire took a few steps away and while still standing on the wet wooden decking she spread her yellow wings and raised her head to the sky to catch the rain on her heavily scarred face. “Close your eyes, Pretty.” She said with a wide smile as she again felt the rain splatter across her scarred face and her wings. “What's it feel like to you?”

Airmail moved near to her side so that she could spread her own blue wings so that she touched the tips of the primary feathers to Wildfire’s and lifted her head up with her brown eyes closed. “With my eyes closed it feels like her namesake.” She replied, her voice just barely audible above the storm. “It feels like life. It feels refreshing.”

“Exactly. I love this, just feeling different things.” Wildfire commented in the pouring rain, water dripping now from her fur as it was from her lover’s. “If I could see it it'd be annoying, the water in my eyes and so on, but the feel of it is much better.”
“Thank you.” Airmail said, folding her wetted wings and moving closer to the little yellow mare.

“For what,” Wildfire smiled, “getting you wet?”

“For giving me a new way to see the world.”

“My pleasure.” As the driving rain lashed against her wings, Wildfire ruffled her feathers. “Shall we get dry and sort that emergency word out?” She asked when she’d finally had enough. “I don't want to catch a cold.”

Airmail too decided she’d had enough of watching Tempest work, fun though it was. “Yes, my pretty mare.” With her tail under Wildfire’s nose, the azure blue mare led the way back inside the house.

“Yay, now I get to follow your excellent scent trail!” Wildfire pranced a little happy dance as she followed her lover with her nose right beside her summer green tail.

“I'd pee on you but you'd like that.” Airmail giggled as she trotted through the dining room and up the stairs to the bathroom, making a beeline for the large wide freestanding bathtub and flipped on the dryer with her hoof.

“You spanked me and I liked that too.” Wildfire smiled, following the jasmine scent to the bathroom. “This is where the dryer is?” She asked, feeling her way along the side of the wide bathtub, “I better remember it if I'm going to watch Honey work again.”

Airmail moved along the tub to an edge facing a wall. “Faucet is centre, and hot is on the left, cold is on the right. Above the hot on the left is the dryer on switch, and above the cold is the off switch. Above the faucet is the shower switch.” The lead editor quickly ran through the controls and their positions, then as a familiar weight pressed upon her bladder she turned to the yellow mare in the tub behind her. “Wildflower?”

“Yes, Mistress?” She answered, catching the use of her ‘Pet’ name and anticipating some fun was about to be had.

“Now that I'm in the tub I really do have to pee really bad, are you able to move out of the way?”

‘Yay!’ “I'm afraid I can’t. Mistress. I’m stuck.” Wildfire replied with a straight face in the large bathtub that offered at least a foot and a half of clear empty space between herself and the sides.

“Oh no, I really have to go!” Airmail flipped her summer green tail to swat Wildfire’s yellow muzzle and lifted it aside to expose her marehood to the little yellow mare. “Whatever should I do, Wildflower?”

“Your Pet suggests you use her mouth, Mistress.”

“Okay, but it is a lot,” Airmail warned, feeling the pressure of her very full bladder in her abdomen. “You won't tell Honey I peed in the tub will you?”

“No Mistress, not a word.” Wildfire replied eagerly, shuffling forward a little so that her muzzle was scant inches away from her lover’s marehood, inhaling deeply and breathing in her heavenly musky scent.

Looking back over her shoulder, Airmail checked her position with her tail, making sure she was aimed at the diminutive mare’s open willing mouth. “Okay, here I go!” With that she sighed deeply as she fully relaxed her bladder muscles, her sphincters opening and her hot stream pouring out through her urethra like a well-aimed geyser. ‘Oh my…it is a lot, isn’t it? Then again I haven't used the toilet since I woke up and standing in the rain didn't help my bladder control…’

Knelt behind her herd-mate, Wildfire happily swallowed the warm pee as it hit her tongue and the back off her mouth, grinning like a filly on Hearths Warming as the rest of the golden liquid splatters over her face and coat.

After a good two minutes the torrential stream slowed and petered out. In a soft voice, Airmail said, “Wildfire, are you sure you're okay with that?” She asked gently, “I don't want to mess this up.”

“I'm very sure Airmail,” Wildfire nodded enthusiastically, wiping her hoof carefully over her heavily scarred face and then licked the pee off of it. “That was lovely, really it was.”

Airmail turned around, conspicuously doing her best to ignore the urine around her hooves in the bathtub as it drained away. “I know Stormy loves me to do that, but I don't want you to think you have to do anything, okay?”

“Okay Pretty,” Wildfire smiled, the pee on her yellow fur still steaming a little, “But really, I do like it.”

Airmail leant down and placed a light delicate kiss on Wildfire’s cheek, but pulled away very quickly when the smell threatened to make her dry heave. “Phew, sorry, I just do not see the appeal.” The azure blue mare said, breathing carefully through her mouth, “but I love you as I love Stormy, so I will do this for you my little Wildflower.”

“I'm very grateful, Mistress,” Wildfire smiled as she stood up. “Although you're on your own if you need to relieve anything else.”

Airmail giggled lightly, “Stormy still feels bad about that at Caffy's house. She just got carried away.”

“Meh, it’s alright,” the blind mare shrugged her little shoulders. “She wasn't to know was she? After all, I had to figure out I didn't like it too.”

“Okay if I turn on the shower?” Airmail asked as she walked past her when she nodded to turn the hot tap. “Aaaah…” the azure blue mare sighed when the deliciously hot water hit her coat. Seizing her favourite jasmine scented shampoo and mane scrub – imported from Vanhoover courtesy of her mom – she playfully cleaned the two of them up.

“Ugh…thanks for the clean-up, Pretty.” Wildfire smiled as she tilted her head to one side and tapped her ear to get the shower water out.

“Well, I may have been a little tiny bit responsible for the mess.”

“Hmm…your Pet was a bad pony for not catching it all.”

“Oh well, they do say you need to water the flowers.” Airmail laughed as she turned the shower head held in her right forehoof on the unsuspecting blind mare, soaking her already spotless coat.

“Pleeeegh!” She coughed with a smile on her face, “you certainly watered this one!”

This time when Airmail swooped in for a kiss, she didn’t pull away. This time, now they were both clean and free of any bodily waste, she held it for a good long time. “I sure did, now I can watch Wily grow.” She moved around the little yellow mare to stand behind her in the large bathtub. “You can turn on the dryer.”

Stepping up to the front of the tub, Wildfire felt to the left of the faucet with her forehooves and located the hot tap. She then felt up the tiled wall until she found the dryer switch, which she turned on with a flick of her hoof.

Silently, full of admiration, Airmail watched the blind pegasus accomplish her task with the minimum of fuss. “Life is a test, and you're doing very well Wildfire. Has anypony ever said they are proud of you? Because I'm very proud of you.”

“Well…” she thought for a moment. Hot Spot had been the last pony to tell her he was proud of her, when she had been sat in his office being suspended for disobeying his orders after Heatwave had died. “No, not for a long time, Airmail.”

“I am,” Airmail confirmed with another kiss to the yellow pegasus’s nose. “You've done so much and been through so much yet there is still a fountain of love in you.” She kissed her again, nudging her under the dryer. “Requiem told me this and I'll tell it to you. Don't forget where you've been. Don't lose sight of where you're going. Always be who you are.”

“I'm lucky I have such awesome marefriends helping me,” Wildfire said as she stood in the jet of hot air and spread her wings wide.

“I believe in a way that we are all lucky.” Airmail commented as she too spread her wings open to dry her feathers.

“I know how lucky I am.” Wildfire spoke up as she angled her wings to get the hot air over all of her feathers. “Luckiest mare alive I think. And, I owe it to Dusk's ex.”

“That was a very happy accident.” Airmail said, her mind wandering back three days to when she had walked out of the elevator in search of her errant lunch and instead found the cutest little mare in the world sat at a table. Three days that felt like an entire lifetime away. “I saw you with him and thought 'he's gay so she's gay too' and then when Lavender really liked you, I knew I wanted to do more than just flirt with you.”

“It certainly was a happy accident.” Wildfire agreed, rearing up to her hind legs to get the hot air down her front. “Remind me to send Vocal Chord a huge thank you note if we ever do see him. I owe him a lot for not coming last Thursday.”

“Listen very carefully.” Airmail said firmly, hugging her mare gently from behind. “I believe in you. I believe so much that you would have overcome what happened, but more I believe that you have brought more to us than we could have brought to you.”

“Hmm…you think so?” Wildfire asked as she stepped out of the tub onto the thick fluffy bath mat. “I suppose. I think of everything that’s happened to me in the space of three days, it just doesn’t seem real. But, thanks, it’s nice have a pretty pony in your corner.”

“That's me, ‘Pretty Pony’!” Airmail giggled, joining her little lover on the fluffy mat, “I should get Coco to make me a super heroine outfit or something!”

“Teehee, I always said I was waiting for my other senses to go super-powered so that I could join the Power Ponies.”

“So I'll be the one with the Pretty Poser superpowers!”

“Or,” Wildfire countered with a smile, “the power to send love-struck mares into giggles!”

“Oooh,” Airmail tickled Wildfire’s flanks with her forehooves, determined to elicit a fit of giggles, which she duly got. “That would be a good power!”

“Haaaa!” Wildfire laughed so much she almost said ‘peaches’ when she was short of breath. “Y-You a-already have it, Pretty,” she giggled, holding her sides. “Aah…s-shall we sort that emergency word out now?”

“Okay,” Airmail smiled, ceasing her tickly assault for now. “We still have another three hours before Stormy is done raining on somepony else's picnic.”

“Hehe,” Wildfire snickered as she led the way out of the bathroom past the master bedroom and on to the office. “I hope Oils wasn't painting again.”

Airmail giggled as she followed after the little mare. “Oh, I hope he was! I hear it's good for watercolours!” She watched Wildfire seat herself on her seating pad at her terminal and turn on the computer, and waited the few moments for it to warm up. “So, put on the flight headset, and say record twice, your key word, then say stop twice. After that say main menu and it will be stored.”

“Just a hunch babe, but I don’t think Oils uses watercolours.” She giggled and put on the headset. “You should give this a try sometime.” With her tongue she activated the microphone on the bit in her mouth. Clearly, she said, “Record Record...” and when the audio cue on the menu in her ear prompted her, she said, “Wildflower.” Then when the computer told her the emergency word had been stored in her tablet, she ended it with the command ‘Stop Stop’.

When she was done, she took off the headset and, setting it back to the left of her keyboard she turned her head to face Airmail. “So…three hours till Honey gets back. However shall we kill the time?”

The azure blue mare thought about it for the briefest of moments and then she recalled the conversation from earlier that day, back in Sherbet’s ice cream shop about video games. Curious to know if Wildfire could play like she claimed, she suggested, “Mortal Kombat?”

“Oh it is so on!”

~ ~ ~

“Wahooo!” Two and three quarters of an hour later and Airmail cheered again, having won fifty two of the eighty Mortal Kombat Two matches that she had Wildfire had played on the Ponystation in the living room of their house.

“Hello everypony!” Tempest called out as she hoofed open the front door and entered the living room. “Don't you just love the smell of rain in the afternoon?” The violet pegasus smoothed her windswept black mane back out of her blue eyes and surveyed the living room, and the two mares sat on cushions on the floor, control pads held in their hooves.

“Yuppers! I love the feel of it in the afternoon too!”

“Saved,” Airmail squee’d, “my daily victory count has increased!” The azure blue mare turned to her diminutive lover and gave her a celebratory hoof bump. As Tempest trotted into the living room, Airmail asked, “Stormy, what was that song where the player did real good because they weren't distracted by anything?” She then nudged Wildfire’s side with a sly grin. “Wily only plays well because she can't see me flashing my snatch.”

“Pinball Wizard, by The Who.” Tempest answered as she walked up and gave both of her herd-mates and lovers a tender kiss on their cheeks like she hadn’t seen them both in years. “Mortal Kombat…” she said with a smile, “have you two foals been playing video games all afternoon?”

“Duh…” Airmail started to reply, then she grinned and nudged Wildfire’s ribs again. “She can't push buttons when I do a high leg kick.” She said with a definite snicker.

“Yeah,” Tempest began to protest in earnest, “Only because Airy hacks the game to give the character’s private parts.”

“Ha!” Wildfire commented, “no effect on me!”

“Well, yeah, it could be the vanilla game with you, Wily.” Tempest said, not cruelly or to be mean at all.

“You did better than I thought you would, those were nice fakes to get me to teleport.” Airmail said kindly with a nuzzle to Wildfire’s cheek.

“I told you I could play.” She replied proudly.

“Eighty matches?” Tempest asked as she took a closer look at the flat screen TV. “But you didn’t play video games all day?” She asked again, this time with a raised eyebrow.

Using her south eastern voice and her sandalwood scent as a guide, Wildfire got up from the cushion on the floor and gave the violet mare a deep kiss. “Well mom, not all day, but we did play with each other.”

“Oh, details!” Tempest smiled, her violet wings fluttering with anticipation. “I want details!”

Wildfire snickered, “You want to tell her, Pretty?”

“Well,” Airmail teased her marefriend until Tempest looked like she was going to live up to her ‘stormy’ nickname. “We did dress up, corsets and socks for both of us, panties and a bridle for Wily.”

Tempest nodded appreciatively. “I thought you'd make Wily wear panties.”

“Yuppers! Purple panties!” Wildfire gushed excitedly, “and I wore the hoof-cuffs to the ice cream shop!”

That caught Tempest’s attention. Her wings fluttered even wider, almost to a semi-erect state. “Was Sherbet working today?”

Airmail nodded. “She totally was, and it was fun feeding ice cream to Wily, even when I ‘accidentally’ missed.”

Coming up to Tempest’s left side, Wildfire whispered a conspiratorial stage whisper behind her yellow hoof. “Between us, I think Mistress missed on purpose, Honey.”

Airmail couldn’t help but giggle. “I'm sure I was distracted or something, or by something. Like that one miss where I found out if you suckle Wily she gives you chocolate milk!”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire giggled, “that was fun!”

Tempest looked sceptical, whether it was from her long day or very empty belly, she wasn’t at all sure. “That is a pretty big miss…”

“We had a nice walk by the lake too,” Airmail continued, nuzzling her marefriend affectionately, “Oh there was the picnic at the lakeside before that also.”

“Glossing over the bit where 'somepony' hurried me home just because she liked the way my ass moved with the chains?” Wildfire put in with a grin on her muzzle.

“Yeah, she sways just like you do Stormy.” In answer to Tempest’s questioning look, the azure blue mare went on, “I started her at eighteen inches on the chains. We flew to the lake for the picnic, no suit for her.” Now the violet pegasus definitely raised an eyebrow and gave her mare a ‘look’, but Airmail forged ahead before she could be interrupted. “She did a good job getting home. The only reason she doesn't have the panties on, Stormy, is that our play turned aaah…intense, after the ice cream.”

Tempest’s blue eyes narrowed suspiciously straight at Airmail. “Intense? How intense?”

“Mistress spanked me with my new crop after she tied me up in front of the bed.” Wildfire interjected with a happy smile on her face and a shiver at the memory of the experience still fresh in her mind.

Somewhat guiltily, Airmail shuffled her forehooves on the living room carpet. “Forty nine hits.”

“What!?” Tempest was shocked. She almost wished she had been drinking something so she could’ve spat it out.

Airmail nodded, quailing a little under Tempest’s stormy gaze. “I was about to give up with exhaustion.”

“It was divine!” Wildfire said enthusiastically. “I did safe word out though, and to be honest, some the early hits were petty wimpy, I had to encourage Mistress by telling her I hid the chocolate donuts.”

“I had her wearing all the stuff Mapper got for her from MiAC.” Airmail explained as Tempest snorted out a laugh. “The ear and nipple clamps I took off and the panties. You notice how she hasn't complained at all about still being blindfolded?” She asked with a giggle.

Then, Wildfire nudged Airmail’s side. “Are you gonna tell Honey what you did next?”

Looking Tempest straight in her crystal blue eyes, Airmail said shamelessly, “I hoofed her.”

Once more Tempest’s wings fluttered open, “all the way?”

“Eeyup,” Airmail confirmed proudly. “I bumped and she is quite a gusher!”

“That was proper fun, I enjoyed that.” Wildfire commented as Tempest’s violet wings gave up the struggle for control and shot open, fully erect, with an audible *Poomf!* that earned her a snigger from both of her marefriends. Making a show of thinking, she tapped her chin with her hoof. “Then what did we do?”

From sheer horniness, Tempest was fidgeting and her tail was flagging. “Do tell.”

Smirking at her restless partner, Airmail decided more teasing was in order. “Yes, do tell us, you timid little filly.”

“Oh! I gave Mistress the hoof job of her life. I think she liked it!”

Now Airmail was surprised. She had been expecting Wildfire to tell her about the rutting. “Oh, that!”

For the briefest of moments, Tempest’s tired – and very horny – brain assumed her herd-mate had been replaced with a changeling. “Really? I thought you didn't like your hooves messed with, Airy?”

Airmail shrugged with a blush so intense Wildfire could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. “Well, um…Wily likes to do it so I thought why not. It is the next activity that Wily need to explain in detail.”

“You two have been busy.”

Very quickly, Airmail recovered from her blush. “Just getting to know each other better, love.”

“Well,” Wildfire explained, “after I cleaned Mistress’s hoof and leg, I was Wildfire again, and Airmail asked me very nicely if I'd mount her…and um…I did, mount her, I mean.”

“Oh, I love that toy!” Tempest replied dreamily, “what did you think of it Wily?” She paused as she asked that, her brain catching up with what Wildfire had just said. “Wait, I missed something. You were Wildfire again?”

“Yuppers, while I was Mistress’s Pet she called me Wildflower.”

“It is a code word now.” Airmail put in quickly, “I’ll tell you more about it upstairs.”

“Okay,” Tempest said as she took the cue and began to walk over to the connecting hallway that lead to the dining room and the stairs. “That is interesting. Wildflower, it is cute.”

“Um, I like it, the toy though...” Wildfire commented as they walked, “I wasn't sure about it at first, it took me a couple of tries before I mounted Airy, and I wasn't that good at first...then…” she blushed a bright red, “then I got a bit, well, carried away.”

“Did you bottom out?” Tempest asked at the bottom of the stairs.

Wildfire nodded. “I hilted her a few times.”

“Did she scream out Celestia's name?”

“She did,” the blind mare confirmed proudly as once more Airmail blushed hard. “It was a lot of fun making her scream, I think I enjoyed bucking her a bit too much though, but we sorted that out afterwards.”

“She isn't up to your level yet Stormy,” Airmail smiled and placed a comforting hoof on her marefriend’s shoulder. “But as I say it is a matter of practice.”

“Wily, how would you feel about switching roles?” Tempest asked curiously.

“You mean you bucking me?”

“Yeah, or Airy for that matter.” Tempest replied, “she will buck me now and again.”

“Um...” Wildfire shuffled her hooves in the dining room, “well, I guess that'd be okay.”

“Wily,” Tempest turned and, while she counted very slowly backwards from ten down to one, placed a hoof on her little shoulder. “I don't want ‘okay’, love. It is all in or fold.”

“We don't want to push, Wily.” Airmail placed her hoof on the mare’s other shoulder. “Remember, we support each other because we are a herd and it is always okay to say no.”

“Then…” Wildfire began, gathering her nerve, “yeah. Yes, you can mount me. I'd like you to, a lot.”

“Is that Wildfire or this new Wildflower talking?” Tempest asked suspiciously.

Wildfire shook her head determinedly. “No, it’s me. Because when we did it, we were equals doing it together.”

Tempest bent her neck and gave the diminutive yellow pegasus a long deep kiss. “Have I told you I love you lately, because I love you.”

Wildfire reached up and kissed Tempest’s lips. “Hmm…not since I left you at City Hall earlier, Honey.”

“It has been too long then,” She smiled, “oh, and for making Airy scream, Hoof Bump!”

Wildfire giggled, holding up her hoof which Tempest quickly bumped with her own forehoof. “So, did that bring you to gaming?” The weather pony asked curiously.

“Aah…not quite.” Airmail replied, and when the violet mare shot her a look, carried on, “I was up in the office, watching your storm and Wily offered to go get me a beer.”

“Yuppers, I was a bit naughty and slipped outside into the rain and thunder.”

In a very loud stage whisper, Airmail leant close to Tempest’s ear and said, “I think she was hoping you were on the cloud above the house and pissing while you were bouncing.”

“Only in my dreams!” Wildfire bounced happily at the thought.

Tempest shrugged, “well, who says I wasn't?”

“Don't say that!” Airmail flinched involuntarily, despite the fact she knew she was being teased, her aversion to pee and other bodily emissions kicking in again and almost making her heave, “I was out beside her!”

Tempest couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Is that why you always watch from the inside?”

Airmail wanted very much to retort with something witty, but all she could think of was to stomp her hoof into the carpet – which muffled it – and exclaimed, “Gah! Weather ponies!” At the very amused look plastered all over Wildfire and Tempest’s muzzles, she relented somewhat with a small smile. “Wily was programming shops into her headset for tomorrow, and when I said I was watching the rain, she went outside and watched it as well. Then, of course, we had to get dry and well, you know how you don’t want me to take a piss during the day?”

Tempest answered her question, though an answer wasn’t really necessary. “You did, didn't you?”

“Hey!” Wildfire exclaimed indignantly, “you asked me not to tell her!”

Airmail nodded, “Yes, so that I could.” She answered with a giggle.

“At least it was in the tub this time and not on the kitchen floor.” Tempest commented slyly.

Airmail opened her mouth in outrage and closed it again, opening it twice more before she found her voice, as indignant as Wildfire had been seconds ago. “Totally your fault that! You wouldn't let me up…”

Ignoring her marefriend’s outrage, Tempest asked, “any other adventures after that?”

“Nope,” Wildfire shook her head before Airmail could answer. “Mistress gave me a drink, cleaned me up, then we sorted the flight headset and then I got my flank whupped on Mortal Kombat.”

“Let me guess,” Tempest winked, “she cheated by taking the best character and blindfolding her opponent.”

“I would have taken it off if she had asked!” Airmail squeaked in mock outrage, before turning back to Tempest and walking past her leading the way up the stairs. “C’mon, let me show you what I mean by code word. Let’s go up to the office.”

“Okay, what you got?” Tempest asked as she and Wildfire trotted up the stairs after the lead editor, the violet mare entering the office first ahead of Wildfire.

Walking further in to make room, Airmail turned and when Wildfire entered said, “put on the flight headset and make sure your tablet is plugged into it, Wily.”

Doing as she was told, Wildfire got on the seating pad at her terminal and reached to the left of her keyboard for her flight headset, and once it was on her head she felt to the right of the keyboard for her tablet. When she had that securely in her left hoof she felt for the USB cable with two knots in it and plugged it in. “All connected, Pretty.”

“We both want Wily to do stuff on her own right?” Airmail started.

“Yeah,” Tempest agreed quickly, “that’s why she got that gear, so she can.”

“Now, tell me you're not worried about her?”

“Of course I'm worried,” Tempest replied, wondering where exactly all this was going. “But, holding her hoof isn't want Wily wants, right Wily?”

“No,” Wildfire answered from her computer. “I want to do stuff myself, like any normal pony.”

Airmail forged ahead with her example, determined to get rid of the sceptical disbelieving look on Tempest’s violet muzzle. “So, say Wily's out doing her thing and some mean pony comes up like me.” The azure blue mare deepened her voice, making it not at all like her own, “You! The blind pegasus, I know you're a hoof licker! I'm going to glue galoshes to your hooves so you can't lick them EVER again!”

While Tempest was trying really very hard to not laugh at the awful acting job being performed by her marefriend – Recital or Requiem, she was not – Wildfire completely missed her cue. “Wily,” Airmail said in her usual voice, “mean pony here like the one on the subway.”

“Ah, sorry, I say Wildflower in the mic here.” As she said the word ‘Wildflower’, Tempest’s mobile phone started to ring in her saddle bag, as did Airmail's, but hers was on her desk in the office.

With a wing, the violet mare retrieved her phone. “One moment, let me answer this.” Flicking the ‘receive call’ button she said, “Hello?” and almost straight away she was confused. “Wait, I'm hearing an echo…”

“Hoof licker!” Airmail shouted out loudly.

Tempest, about to admonish Airmail for yelling out when she was taking a call, suddenly paused, “wait…I heard that in my...wait…Wily's transmitting, isn't she?”

“It’s pretty nifty, right?” Wildfire said as Airmail answered her own phone to cancel her ring tone. “It was Airmail's idea, that way I can ask for help if I'm out on my own.”

“I’m letting Mapper and Serenity in on it too.” Airmail explained a little more. “They may not be able to teleport worth horseapples, but a couple of battle trained unicorns could come in hoofy.”

“Well,” Tempest smiled, liking this plan more and more the more she thought about it. “I would worry less.”

“There is a little more to the code word than that though.” Airmail went on, more delicately this time, and she could see Wildfire getting excited. “If you or I use it then Wildfire becomes Wildflower the Pet. So if you catch her doing something naughty you can Pet her and punish as fits the crime. Like hording all the chocolate donuts.”

“Okay, I can go with that.” Tempest laughed, “what else?”

“Well,” Wildfire took up the explanation, “I can use it too, when I get lost or confused at things, like when Mistress gave me Independent Time at Kupa’s shop. I just didn't know what to do, so at times like that I can use it to get some Mistress time with you two.”

“Okay, I can play Mistress.” Tempest stepped over to the little yellow pony and gently nuzzled her cheek and her neck. “I'll try to look for naughty clues too. I've seen Serenity do that enough.”

“Thanks Honey,” Wildfire said as she returned the nuzzle, “it means a lot that you'd both do this for me.”

“We are a herd,” Tempest explained patiently for what felt like the millionth time. “We do things together and for each other.” Tempest’s rumbling empty belly interrupted her then, it had been a long time since lunch. “Do I get dinner with the show and tell? Because I'm hungry.” Her belly rumbled again for emphasis.

“What do you think Pretty, should we feed the hard working pony?”

“Yes!” Tempest answered on behalf of her marefriend. “Pasta, tomato sauce, cheese, mushrooms, green and red peppers, Stat!”

“Her Majesty has spoken,” Airmail said with a smile, recognising ‘that’ tone. “You want to help me, Wily, you can do the P and J?”

“And don't forget the garlic bread.” Tempest added before Wildfire could answer as she made her way around the blind mare and sat at her own terminal. “I'll be in the office doing my reports.”

“You're in the office.” Airmail said flatly.

“You're not in the kitchen.” Tempest countered straight away.

“Her Highness is right, y'know.” Wildfire commented as she got off of her seating pad and made her way to the office door.

Airmail then said in a very loud whisper, “She is grumpy when she is hungry.”

“And I'm hungry.” As her computer went about the business of loading up after being turned on, Tempest stood and made shooing motions with her forehooves while she sat back down at her desk

Airmail knew not to tease any more, lest Wildfire should discover exactly why Tempest was called ‘Stormy’. “That is our cue.” Without another word, and with Wildfire following close behind her, she left the office and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen through the dining room.

With a lot on her little mind, Wildfire followed Airmail into the kitchen, getting the sourdough from the top of the fridge and the strawberry jam from the middle shelf of the fridge door. Putting them on the table, she shut the fridge door a little too hard. Getting two clean knives from the drawer, she stood before the table. “Pretty, can I ask a question?” She asked, unable to keep inside what was bothering her so much. “Do you like your hooves sucked or not?”

Turning to see what she was doing, and to answer her question, Airmail had to laugh. “Wily, love, the P and J was a joke.” She said sympathetically, “You can use the sourdough to make the garlic bread though.”

“Alrighty, sorry.” A little distracted, she put the strawberry jam away, leaving the sourdough out on the table. “Really though, do you like your hooves being licked?”

“Okay, how to answer that...” Airmail thought aloud as she put a saucepan full of water for the pasta on the stove to boil and got a selection of bell peppers and mushrooms from the pantry. “First off, I don't like to lick my own hooves. I can only think what they have been in, so because of that I haven't let anypony else lick them either. Requiem has asked me a few times and she even says she will wash them first.” She paused for breath and to collect her thoughts. “Today I had cleaned up and my hooves were washed. I made sure they were clean before I hoofed you. I guess I do have a clean hoof thing going but not using my tongue.”

Wildfire toyed with the loaf of sourdough on the kitchen table. “It’s just that Tempest said you didn't like them messed with.”

“Yeah, messed with, as in licked. I have no problem getting hooficures, or doing hoof bumps and dancing. Just, licking was always, eww to me.” Airmail replied, and when Wildfire’s face and shoulders slumped, quickly added, “I knew where my hoof was and I wanted to make you happy so I let you lick them. I was surprised how nice it was.”

“I um…I just felt like you felt forced to letting me do it just to please me.”

Airmail put down her knife on the chopping board next to the half chopped bell pepper. She came over and gave Wildfire a sloppy kiss to her scarred face. “I wasn't forced, but I did want to do something to make you happy. Wily, it may have been a one-time thing, only you showed me it can be nice. So nice I will let Requiem do it too, but only after they have been really scrubbed clean.”

“That's alright then, tell you what,” she said with a smile as she returned the kiss, “you clean them and I'll polish them all shiny for you.”

“That my love is a deal.” Airmail smiled, placing a tender loving kiss on Wildfire’s nose. “Garlic butter is in the middle right door. It is the skinny one tub.” The azure blue mare went back to chopping the red and yellow bell peppers. “You okay to eat bell peppers and mushrooms?”

“Yuppers.” Opening the fridge again, Wildfire felt with her hoof for the garlic butter in the middle right door. “Just don't tell Requiem my trick with the frog, that's my thing for you and Stormy.” Locating the tub of garlic butter, the yellow mare went back to the kitchen table and taking the top off, breathed in the smell. “How many slices d'you reckon?”

“Six will give us two each.” Airmail replied as she added an amount of pasta to the now boiling water on the stove.

“Alrighty!” She counted out six slices of the sourdough bread, and began to spread on the garlic butter. “So, apart from being mounted, what else do you like doing?”

“Video games, relaxing outdoor like at the lake, picnics, and my job.” Airmail replied, going on to chopping up the mushrooms now that the peppers were done. “I'm not the chocoholic like Stormy or you are, but I do like sweets.”

“Hmm…I really do love that lake, I can see me writing there a lot while the foals play.” Wildfire commented, “I'm not really into video games that much, I just learnt the audio trick to annoy D.”

“I do have a lot of first shooter games.” Airmail said with a smile, “I like to go online and see how I do. Stormy says when I'm in the zone I'm no fun.”

“Too competitive Pretty?” Wildfire giggled, making a start on spreading the third and fourth slice of bread. “If I'm not writing I used to like to read Shakespony plays. I bored D to death with them at school.” She giggled again, “classical music he's great, literature, not so much. Like me with math.”

“I do like classical music, like what Octavia does.” The azure blue mare stirred the pasta as she talked, not wanting it to stick to the pan and burn, “but jazz is my first choice. When it comes to literature, Stormy can and will be your reading buddy.”

Wildfire finished spreading the last two slices of sourdough bread, before picking up and putting the tub of garlic butter back in the right side of the fridge without putting its lid back on. “Yuppers, I gathered Honey likes 'the Tempest' earlier at her office.”

“Yeah, if you like opera Stormy will be happy to take you to see Serenity sing.” Airmail giggled, the open tub of garlic butter going unnoticed, “I've gone with her a few times, but she throws a mean hoof when you yawn at the opera.”

“Well, that serves you right!” Wildfire giggled, “least it's not just my movie you yawn at then. When Serenity and Octavia performed together wasn't it just magical?” She tapped the slices of bread, “where'd you want these?”

“Baking sheets are between the fridge and the microwave.” Airmail said, “I have the oven pre-heated.”

“Err…is the microwave to the right of the fridge?” Wildfire asked with a blush on her cheeks. “Sorry, I forgot.”

Airmail giggle. “To the left, love.”

Trying to hide her blush, Wildfire trotted to the fridge, taking the rest of the sourdough back with her. Once she put that back on top of the fridge she felt with a hoof the wall on the right of it. “That's definitely a wall y'know.” She giggled, feeling along the other way past the fridge to the left for the baking sheets.

While she was doing that, Airmail had drained the pasta and added the tomato sauce to the pan. “Should be good timing, about five more minutes and the pasta will be ready.”

Back at the kitchen table, and with the slices of garlic bread on the baking sheet, Wildfire saluted with a grin. “Garlic bread entering the oven ma'am!” In her mouth she carried the tray over to the oven. Opening the door, the blind mare got a blast of heated air from inside straight to her face. “Oooh…that brings back memories.” She mumbled as she slid in the tray, then she turned and shut the door behind her.

“Can you set the table please, Wily?” Airmail asked as she watched her little lover load up the oven. “We try to eat together when we can. The cabinet in the dining room has all the stuff you’ll need.”

“Alrighty!” Happy with her given task, the blind mare trotted into the dining room, humming her happy tune as she felt the way along the wall with her wingtip. Running her wing along the left wall from the kitchen she found the ornately carved wooden cabinet and opened the bottom left door, intent on feeling around for a tablecloth.

‘Hmm…’ she thought after a brief search turned up nothing, ‘no tablecloths...’ she made a mental note to suggest the purchase of tablecloths to spiffy up the bare wooden table.

“Pretty!” She called to the kitchen from the dining room, “I couldn't find a tablecloth, so I'm just going to lay out the plates and stuff, ‘kay?”

“You'd have to search Caffy's house for a tablecloth.” Came Airmail’s reply, somewhat muffled by the wall in between them. “Would you like to get us one? You could pick a couple up tomorrow.”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire answered eagerly. “I'll add them to my route in a bit. Will you want forks out or are we eating as it comes?”

“Tableware please.” Airmail directed as she finished up cooking the dinner. “Plain stuff is in the left drawer. Fancy is in the centre. The right has the odds and ends. You want wine with the meal?”

“I'm not a wine drinker per se, Pretty, but yeah I'll give it a whirl!” She called out as she carefully searched the two shelves full of plates, saucers, bowls and such. Tapping her hoof on the crockery Wildfire judged that the lower shelf sounded like ordinary every day ware, and the upper shelf more like real china. “Hmmm…” the blind mare felt along the shelf, very carefully stacking three of everything, plates, bowls and saucers onto each other from largest to smallest and carried them to the table.

Back in Helping Hooves, this had been one of her daily tasks given to her by Amethyst Glory or Lotus Stripes, although here she knew the consequences of breaking an item wouldn’t be as severe, she still didn’t want to fail her task. “What wine do you have, Pretty?” She asked, pausing in her investigation of the left drawer in search of the forks and spoons.

“We get the seventy five bit bottles they sell at the grocery store.” Airmail replied, “It is a medium sweet red. I like dry and Stormy likes sweet so we compromise.” She giggled, “as you guess I usually drink beer.”

Wildfire busied herself at the table, years of painful training kicking in as she made sure the cutlery on the table was laid out just so, a fork to the left of each plate, with spoon and cup and saucer evenly spaced to the right, and each setting evenly spaced from the other.

“Wily, when you're done, go get Stormy please.” Airmail called now the dinner was cooked. “I'll cart the food out.”

“Alrighty, Pretty.” With her task completed, Wildfire turned to the staircase. “The table is laid. I didn’t know how you like it, but did my best to set just right.” She trotted up the stairs to the office, knocking twice with her left forehoof on the open door before entering. “I’m sorry to disturb you Honey, but Pretty asked me to tell you dinner is done.”

“Great!” Tempest exclaimed, wondering briefly why the blind mare was acting a little strangely. ‘I hope this isn’t something to do with the home…she should be over that surely?’ she thought before smiling a wide smile as the smells of dinner reached her nose. “I'm starving and I need rescue from this paperwork.” The violet mare trotted over and gave Wildfire a well-deserved kiss. “Lead on, my fair maiden.”

Smiling, Wildfire returned the kiss and turned to walk back down the stairs. “This way, please.” She led the way as Airmail was busy putting out a serving of the salad she had made earlier into each bowl, and then spooning a generous helping of the pasta and tomato sauce on each plate followed by the two slices of garlic bread on each bread plate. She finished off the serving with a glass of the red wine added to each setting that Wildfire had laid out.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Wildfire trotted around the dining table, tugging the seating pads out, one each for Airmail and Tempest before standing smartly by her own.

Curiously, Airmail noticed Wildfire standing smartly and did likewise, standing by her own seating pad, waiting for Tempest to get in place. “Let’s be seated.” She said once the violet pegasus was comfortably on her pad. “Stormy, a prayer of thanks for our day, if you please.”

Tempest nodded, and, holding her forehooves together, gave a short prayer of thanks to Luna;

“How much of this do I thank you for, Wily?” Tempest asked once her prayer was completed.

“The garlic bread was me.” Wildfire replied as she got herself seated at the table.

Tempest took up her fork and spoon in her hooves. “Thank you both for this.”

“I put salad in the bowls too, Wily.” Airmail put in, just so Wildfire knew the salad was there.

Wildfire blushed hard, a much deeper red than her cutie mark. “Pretty did most of it, I just helped. All I did was the garlic bread, that’s all.”

“You heard about our day,” Airmail cut across the yellow mare, “how did yours go, Stormy?”

“Wily,” Tempest put her fork down and looked long and hard at the blind mare, silently counting down from ten to one. “Any and all help should and will be thanked. Airy, the storm went off without a hitch. Cloud factory did a great job. Coverage was complete.”

“It was a very nice storm,” Wildfire smiled, taking a forkful of her salad. “I enjoyed watching it.”

“It was just a five hour storm, it takes a lot of work to pull off.” Tempest smiled, wishing and praying to Luna’s sainted fetlocks that Wildfire would just get it already, “I just have to track things, but the ones doing the bouncing really have to work.”

“We enjoyed standing out in it,” Wildfire smiled as she went in for more salad. “Admiring your work, Honey.”

“Even if you were peeing on us.” Airmail commented with a giggle.

Tempest couldn’t resist, she just couldn’t. “The rumour that weather ponies always pee on the clouds is...just a rumour.” She teased with a giggle, raising her eyebrows at Airmail suggestively.

“I showed Pretty how to see it properly.” Wildfire said proudly.

“Yes, by closing my eyes.” Airmail began to explain further at Tempest’s questioning look, only pausing to consume a mouthful of the pasta, mushrooms and peppers on her plate. “It was a nice way to look at things for a change instead of through a window.”

Wildfire giggled as she took a sip of her red wine, “then I let her beat me at Mortal Kombat.”

“Let would imply you were letting me win you sneaky little pegasus.” Airmail smiled and took a sip of her wine as well. “Made me earn it you did.”

“Well…maybe a couple of times I forgot you were teleporting behind me,” Wildfire admitted with a smile, “I liked hearing you whoop when you pulled off that combo.”

Airmail went back to attacking her pasta, “I see I'll need to wear my poker face playing you so I don't give so much away.”

Tempest took a rare break from introducing her delicious dinner to her belly. “You were having fun so keep it that way.”

As Wildfire munched the rest of her – thankfully celery free – salad, hearing the sounds of happy contented eating from her two herd-mates, she reflected inwardly just how sweet this was, and just how much she had missed a simple family scene like this. “Honey,” she said after a few quiet moments, “did Pretty really yawn when you took her to the opera?”

Thankfully, Tempest had just swallowed a mouthful of pasta and chopped peppers, because she laughed out loud. “I think she still has the bruises on her foreleg to show for it.” She shot the azure blue mare a sly look, “it wouldn't have been so bad if she could yawn quietly.”

Airmail opened her mouth wide, “you never yawned out loud?”

Tempest sniffed, doing a very passable impression of Octavia at her most ‘Canterlot-ish’. “A lady covers her yawn and breathes with silence.”

As Airmail broke out laughing, Wildfire laughed with them. “I know who to take to see a play then, and who to take to see an exploding car chase movie.”

“You should take us both,” Airmail commented when her sniggers had died down. “Then somepony can go to the concession stand and not worry about missing anything.”

“Ha, ha har, har.” Tempest deadpanned, and in one gulp drank the rest of her wine, putting the glass back on the dining table. “Some more wine please, Airy.”

“Then again,” Wildfire begun as Airmail supplied Tempest with the requested refill, “maybe Airy would learn to love the abridged works of Shakespony?”

“Hmm…” Tempest waited long enough for her marefriend to resume eating, “Airy doesn't read much Shakespony, even on a bridge.”

With a mouth too full of pasta and cheese to laugh, Airmail simply facehooved, while Wildfire snorted out a laugh, spluttering a bit of wine in the process. “I dunno, she read my poems just fine earlier, apart from the 'bumpy ones' at the end.”

“The bumpy ones were a bit of a rough read.” She agreed.

Tempest took a sip of her wine, “I will need to read the rest of them then.”

“I recorded Wily reading the braille ones for you to listen to later.” Airmail put in helpfully, aware of the difficulty that Wildfire had gone through earlier that day just to read them out.

“Hmm…” Wildfire nodded, taking a sip of her wine in turn. “Not as rough as I was expecting. Airy even recorded my thoughts and motivations for each one too, Honey.”

“They are a part of you Wily,” Airmail said kindly, “a part that you are moving past.”

“Yuppers! Stormy, you could listen to them while I'm shopping tomorrow if you're working from here.”

“Let's just see how the interview goes and then make plans from there.” Tempest said diplomatically, not wanting to pee on the blind mare’s bonfire by suggesting she might not get the job, but there was always a chance it might not go well.

“Alrighty,” Wildfire replied with a smile, “but I’m definitely shopping afterwards, I got my route programmed and everything.”

“Sounds good,” Tempest agreed, the second glass of wine making her feel nice and warm. “Of course, if you get the job you may need to shop for some gear unless you have it already?”

“Well…I’m guessing Hot Spot took back and redistributed my uniform and equipment to some other members of the fire team after the accident, and after I didn’t report back for duty, I doubt he's kept it all in a little Wily drawer.”

“Yeah,” Airmail said, a little sadness creeping into her voice. “It has been some time.” Seeing the very cross look she was now getting from her violet marefriend however, she quickly perked up. “But, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Maybe the Manehatten ones are different?” Wildfire asked hopefully, completely oblivious to the silent exchange between her two lovers. “The Canterlot uniform was a cute little mid blue thing with gold buttons, braiding and my nameplate just here.” She indicated with her right hoof just where on her chest her nameplate had been.

“Manehatten's is bright orange, but this is the Big Orange after all.” Tempest supplied as she scooped up the last remnants of her dinner. “It will have your name, but the pipping and such depends on rank. You haven't seen my dress uniform...err felt it, anyways.”

“Bet it feels cool.” Wildfire smiled as she too used her garlic bread to mop up her tomato sauce. “Ever worn it when you mounted Airy?”

Tempest giggled, “no I haven't, I like to wear lace when rutting my mare.”

“And I thought she'd go for a mare in uniform.”

“I never wore my uniform when I had a uniform,” Airmail said, a little firmly, “and I like sexy clothing as much as the next mare.”

“Uniforms are sexy, or they were.” Wildfire commented. “Could you wear something nice when you rut me, Honey?”

‘Sometimes she is just too adorable…’ Tempest thought as she drained her second glass of red wine. “You can hoof through my closet and pick something out for me.” When Airmail offered her a second refill, she waved her hoof ‘no’, and decided upon a change of subject. “Have you watched or listened to 'The Alicorn Bride', Wily?”

“I listened to it at the home on the rare times when they let us have a movie night.” Wildfire replied with a very wide smile. “I like Buttercup's line, 'you mock my pain' and then a stallion says, 'life is pain highness, anypony who says differently is selling something'.”

Airmail’s brown eyes lit up, excited that she had a playmate who she could play movie quotes with. “That is a movie I won't yawn through. ‘My name is Indigo Montana. You killed my father. Prepare to die!’.” She exclaimed dramatically, striking a very good swashbuckling pose on her seating pad.

“Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!” Wildfire countered with a grin. “My dad used to like Westerns when he was still my dad, before mum died.”

“I don't want to stir up unhappy memories,” Tempest said gently, “but we can put it on tonight after this lovely dinner.”

“We have ‘Paint Your Wagon’ too.” Airmail interjected.

“His favourite was ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’.” Wildfire commented almost to herself, “Me, mum and dad used to act out the graveyard scene at the end…um, dad isn't a bad memory, as such, he's just one of many 'before' memories.”

“I meant ‘Alicorn Bride’.” Tempest said, returning to the movie she was talking about. “You want to listen to it tonight?”

“Yes please, Honey.”

“Okay,” Tempest looked around her at the empty plates and full mares. “If we are finished, I have the dishes.”

Quickly, Wildfire picked up her last little piece of garlic bread. “I’m done, thank you.”

Trotting around the table, Tempest gathered the dirtied dishes in much the similar way that Wildfire had when she had laid the table. “You two can wait in the living room, I won't be long with these.”

“Alrighty Honey.” Wildfire said as she and her marefriend got up from their respective seating pads and trotted side by side past the stairs and through the connecting hallway to the living room. “Y'know Pretty, I bet I know another movie you like. How about ‘The Neigh Team’?”

“Oh, that was so cheesy!” Airmail laughed, picking up the cushions they had been sat on when they had played Mortal Kombat and placing them back on the five seater ‘TV viewing’ couch. “It was a lot of fun though.”

“I like Hannibal best.” Wildfire giggled, taking the left seat of the couch. "I love it when a plan comes together!"

“Yeah, it would have been a lot easier if I could have done that stuff in real life.” Airmail grumbled good naturedly as she hopped up and sat next to her little lover.

Wildfire laughed, “I could see you as a Murdock.” Then she leant in close and whispered, “Dusk tells everypony his favourite movie is 'Dirty Harry', but I know what it really is.”

“Um…Die Hard, Die Harder or Die Hard with a Vengeance?” Airmail guessed.

“Nopes, three times nopes!” Wildfire giggled, “it’s Titanic! Although, I do love Die Hard.”

Airmail rolled her eyes and made a face that reached all the way to her northern accent. “Don't get me started on Titanic.”

“You don't like it?”

“As a film it was okay,” Airmail still that ‘that’ tone in her voice, “but really, how could a mare in steerage class even get up to the main deck?”

“I know!” The blind mare exclaimed, “I just found it so long and dull, I fell asleep halfway through it in the cinema wishing I'd gone down with it by the time it finally ended.”

Airmail snorted out a laugh, “but they were standing on the bow! Too bad he didn't push her over.”

“I could've, quite happily.” Wildfire commented, “ooh…'Draw me like one of your Prench mares'…eeeurgh!” She mimed vomiting into her hoof.

“I think you'd look sexy in a Prench maid outfit.” Airmail giggled as she got up from the couch and went over to the entertainment system. “Let me get the DVD loaded. Stormy, you about ready?” She called through to the kitchen.

“Almost!” Came Tempest’s reply from the bottom of the stairs. “I need to get something from upstairs.”

‘That’s a Prench maid outfit added to my list. Rarity’s Recreations for that…’ Wildfire thought, making the mental note as she joined in the giggles. “We'll have to see, Airy.”

Ten minutes later and Tempest entered the living room, carrying a rolled up rubber mat under her left wing, and Wildfire’s full toy bag under her right wing, and carrying a stern look on her violet face.

“Stormy?” Airmail asked, wondering what in Equestria was going on.

“Hush,” Tempest said shortly, cutting her marefriend off as she approached the wide couch. “Now, who made the garlic bread?”

Wildfire turned her head to track Tempest’s slow deliberate movement across the living room. “I did, Honey.”

“So…Wildflower made the garlic bread?” Tempest asked curtly, earning herself a quizzical look from Airmail which she ignored for the moment, instead she walked around the couch and laid out the rubber mat on the floor between it and the entertainment system.

“Yes,” the blind mare admitted, immediately reacting to her Pet name. “Wildflower made it, Mistress.”

“Do good ponies put garlic butter tubs back in the fridge while leaving the top to the tub on the table?” Tempest asked, putting down the toy bag as Airmail completely failed to hold in a giggle now she realised what was happening.

“No Mistress,” Wildfire shook her head. “Bad ponies do that.”

“So,” Tempest winked at her azure blue marefriend. “I thought we should make Wildflower comfortable while we listen to the movie.”

“Huh…that explains the stuff you have.”

As Wildfire performed a very tiny happy hoof dance - which Tempest studiously overlooked – the violet mare took a moment, as Airmail had earlier, to get herself in her Mistress headspace and ordered, “lay down on the mat Wildflower.” Then, to her lover she said, “please assist me, Airy.”

“Yes Mistress.” Quickly, trying not to sound too excited, she got off the sofa and laid herself down on the mat, wondering what her punishment could be, what Tempest had in store for her.

Emptying out the toy bag on the couch, Tempest selected the hoof-cuffs and quickly secured them around the submissive yellow pegasus’s hooves. Once they were in place, instead of the chains she chose to clip the front cuffs together with a D ring while Airmail did the same to the back cuffs. Smiling, Tempest then picked up and placed a bright red ball gag in her Pet’s mouth and tightens it, the little holes in the ball allowing her to breath easy. “No comments from you during the film.” Tempest said firmly. “Wildflower, I saw you have a vibrating butt plug in your bag. Was that something you wanted, or was it something Mapper got for you? Nod yes if you wanted it.”

Immediately, Wildfire nodded over and over, a little drool leaking around the gag.

Satisfied, Tempest ordered, “Roll to your side.”

Quickly, eager to obey her Mistress, Wildfire rolled onto her left side. 'Will Mistress use them both?' She thought to herself, a little smile forming around the gag in her mouth.

“Hmm…I do like strawberry!” Tempest smiled and liberally applied the lube to the butt plug while Airmail clipped the two D rings holding the hoof-cuffs together with a third D ring.

Reverently, the violet mare held the well-lubed plug in her right forehoof and with the other she gently lifted aside Wildfire’s black tail. Carefully, she pushed the tip of the plug to the puckered ring of her Pet’s anus, which to her immense pleasure opened willingly to accept the toy.

“Is your wing okay?” Airmail asked gently, and smiled as Wildfire nodded straight away, squirming a little as the plug was slowly inserted into her.

“Now for the punishment.” Once the butt plug was completely nestled inside Wildfire’s ass, Tempest set the plug to its very lowest setting and sat back on the couch. “Please start the movie, Airy.”

“MmmMM!” Wildfire heard Airmail start the movie going and gave a muffled whimper through the ball gag in her mouth as the very low blissful vibrations started through her filled up asshole.

Throughout the one hundred minute long movie Airmail and Tempest commented, joked, and laughed at particular scenes of the movie, but neither of them talked to or acknowledged Wildfire’s presence in any way at all. Meanwhile, down on the rubber mat, the blind mare listened to the movie, trying unsuccessfully more than once to clench her ass muscles to get more stimulus from the annoyingly low setting on the butt plug. Over and over she squirmed to little or no avail, eventually giving up and laying bound, accepting the torturously low vibrations that got nowhere near to satisfying her growing arousal.

“Airy,” Tempest asked once the movie was done, “do you think Wildflower has fleas?” She smiled a very wide smile as again the bound mare wriggled and squirmed.

“No, I did bathe her today.” Airmail replied as Wildfire let out a frustrated muffled whimper. Getting up, the azure blue mare stepped over the whimpering mare and turned off the entertainment system. “I still love that film, and by Wildflower's squirming she must have liked it too.”

“You may be right.” Tempest agreed, “let’s get her up on her hooves.” Nodding, Airmail helped her marefriend to help Wildfire to stand on her hooves which were effectively bound together in a rodeo style hog-tie.

Standing upright, the diminutive yellow mare stayed perfectly still on her hooves, lest she’d fall over. ‘I know they'd catch me but still...’ she didn’t want to fail her Mistress.

“Hey Airy,” Tempest grinned as she stood very close to Wildfire’s right side facing towards her ass, “you think I can turn Wildflower into a pogo stick?” Snickering, she started playing with the vibrator’s control, turning it up and then down again.

“MMmmmMM!” Wildfire moaned, squirming in her bindings as the vibrations increased, almost dancing on the toes of her hooves and teetering awkwardly. She felt Airmail move to stand at her left side to support her and Tempest elicited more gagged whimpers and whines as she turned it down again.

“Hmm…” Tempest sounded her disappointment. “Maybe I'm not doing it right.” The violet mare kept playing with the controls, determined to make her Pet hop like a bunny.

Seconds later and one swift increase in the vibrations brought forth a low guttural groan from the blind mare, the hoof dancing turning to small hops of pleasure. ‘Keep it there!’ Wildfire begged inwardly as wondrous sensations rippling through her body.

Airmail smiled at the reaction from her little lover. “I think you got it, Stormy. Lift tail, Wildflower.”

As Wildfire lifted her tail as high as she could, Tempest moved a violet wing to stroke the primary feathers of her right under her black tail. At the same time, Airmail moved her right wing and began to gently stroke her belly and breasts.

“MmMMaaAAAAAH!” Pent up from being kept on edge for the duration of the hundred minute movie, Wildfire released a gagged scream as she came very hard from the wings stroking her most sensitive places and from the high vibrations from the butt plug in her asshole. “MmmMM!” She moaned again as she rode out her climax, almost falling over face first in her cuffs, her legs deciding they weren’t going to support her anymore.

Very quickly, Airmail and Tempest wrapped their wings around the little trembling quivering mare so she didn't fall. “Will Wildflower be leaving any more tops off of garlic butter tubs anytime soon?” Tempest asked gently.

Wildfire shook her head, ‘no’, and both mares laid loving kisses to the sides of her yellow muzzle. “Just unclip the centre ring please Airy.” Tempest nuzzled her little lover. “Let’s see if our Pet can make it all the way to bed.”

When Airmail removed the D ring that bound together Wildfire’s front hooves to her rear hooves she moved her freed hooves from each other, noting they're still closely bound together at the front and rear. Trying to move, she did a couple of bunny hops across the living room which, while no doubt being very funny, didn’t get her very far. ‘Wait…my wings aren't bound…’ smiling at the realisation, she flapped her wings gently to hover just off of the floor.

“See?” Airmail commented to her lover as Wildfire hovered through the hallway to the bottom of the stairs, “we have a clever Pet.”

“Yes,” Tempest said ruefully, “I forgot about the wings, but she isn't at the bed yet.”

Using her forehooves resting against the risers of the stairs Wildfire knew where she was and she knew she was at the top of the stairs when she couldn’t feel any more of the risers. And because she counted off the stairs as she hovered up them. Landing on her hooves, she hopped along the hallway, feeling the wall with a wingtip as she went until she came to the open bedroom door. Pausing a moment to catch her breath, she hovered again to reach the bed.

“We do have a clever pet.” Tempest nuzzled Airmail as she heard the sounds of bunny hops coming from upstairs. “Maybe she will find her reward in the middle of the bed.”

A little tired from her exertions, Wildfire flopped rather unceremoniously on the pillow end of the bed, extending her yellow wings to stretch them out...and she felt, something. ‘What's that?’ She thought as she felt the 'something' with her wing. Moving around curiously, she felt it with her bound forehooves, letting out a very loud squee when she realised it was the other vibrator.

Giggling downstairs at the loud squee, Airmail said, “I think she’s pleased to find the reward.”

“Yes she is.” Tempest agreed, the two mares very quickly made their way upstairs to the bedroom, where the violet pegasus removed the red ball gag from Wildfire’s mouth while Airmail gently took the toy from her hooves. “If you will do the honours of rewarding our lovely Pet, Airy.”

Wildfire smiled, flexing her slightly cramped jaw as Airmail slowly inserted the toy she held in her hooves into her waiting vagina and began to suckle at her breasts while a wing gently played under her black tail. While Airmail was busy at Wildfire’s crotch, Tempest swung a hind leg over her head and positioned herself with her snatch mere inches in front of her muzzle. “Let your tongue tell me if the settings are too low by encouraging me to increase the speed.” Without warning, both plugs change back to their lowest settings.

Stifling her frustrated whine, Wildfire instead leant her head forward to lick around Tempest's labia before placing delicate little kisses where she just licked.

“Mmm…that's right my pretty mare,” Tempest cooed as she felt her marehood begin to leak juices around Wildfire’s tongue. “Please your Mistress.”

“Oooh!” Wildfire moaned as she felt the butt plug go up a notch in intensity. She gasped at the increased vibrations and at Airmail's attention. Nudging her nose into Tempest’s slit, she angled her head for a long slow lick as far up the violet mare’s crotch as she could reach.

“Nice start, my beautiful Pet.” Tempest scooted forwards and as a reward turned up the vaginal plug by one notch.

Wildfire tried to shimmy herself down the bed to reach where she was before and with a crane of her neck she found the puckered muscular ring of Tempest’s tail hole. Sticking out her tongue, the diminutive mare licked up the very centre of the violet mare’s crotch between her legs and swirling her tongue around the ring before laying a kiss right on it.

To show her gratitude for her Pet’s efforts, Tempest turned up both plugs by two notches. “Yeeees! That's it my sweet Pet.”

“Gaaaah! Hmmm!” Wildfire’s squeal of utter pleasure was quietened by Tempest's superb thighs either side of her head. Wetting her tongue with her spit, she poked with the tip at Tempest's ring, her lubed up tongue entering her asshole with a circular motion, running up its ridged muscular walls

“Airy!” Tempest yelped as she felt the muscle’s entry, “the wine has gone through me!” Airmail leapt from the bed. “Hover Pet,” the weather pony ordered, “hover now!”

Wildfire felt Tempest's wings lift her off of the bed, and so she pushed herself up with her wings, hovering about a foot above the bed, with the violet mare a few inches above her. She heard the rustle of plastic underneath her as Airmail dragged a plastic sheet across the bed. “All clear.”

“Down now Pet.” Tempest turned both vibrators up to their maximum setting.

Wildfire lowered herself to the bed, her back arching as she landed on the plastic sheet. “AAaaaAAAH!” She screamed out at the top of her lungs, the toys inside her holes efficiently doing their jobs of bringing her to the peak of a second orgasm.

Leaning forwards as she landed on top of the yellow mare, Tempest used her mouth and unclipped the D ring holding Wildfire’s rear hooves together and shoved her head between her Pet’s hind legs. “I'm thirsty Pet, don't disappoint me and I do hope you are thirsty too.”

“STOOOOORMY!” Wildfire screamed Tempest’s nickname as with one lick of her hard exposed clitoris she achieved her second climax, her cum squirting like a geyser into the violet mare’s waiting mouth as it gushed out of her. Still just in control of her faculties, the orgasming pegasus delivered a deep probing lick straight up Tempest’s slit as she carried on cumming into her mouth.

“I'm still thirsty!” Tempest shouted out as a hot golden stream of urine flowed from her urethra covering Wildfire’s muzzle and underneath her she opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around her pee hole to swallow the sweet stream of pee, swallowing what she could as her climax subsided.

“Aaaah…” Wildfire sighed, spilling some of Tempest’s pee on to the plastic sheet as her own full bladder released now as well, sending her warm piss up at the waiting violet muzzle, and like a mare lost in the desert she lapped at Wildfire’s heavy flow.

As Wildfire licked her tongue around Tempest’s snatch, intent on lapping up the rest of her pee as it dripped from her, Airmail was off to the side of the bed, laughing at the scene as the yellow mare’s own stream eventually dying off. When she had finished urinating, Tempest shut off the vibrators and pulled each one out with her mouth, starting with the vaginal toy, lapping at both holes.

“Ooooh…” Wildfire whimpered loudly at the removal of the toys, giving a last lick of her own around and deep inside Tempest’s anus.

“Aah…aah…t-thank you Wildfire.” Tempest gasped “I love you.”

Wildfire slowly withdrew her tongue, kissing the violet mare’s ring as she did so. “I love you too, Tempest.”

“Well, don't the two of you look cute?” Airmail giggled as Tempest began to focus her attention on Wildfire’s ass. “So,” she giggled, “Stormy, does this mean I can use the bathroom during the day now?”

“No, it doesn't.” Tempest’s reply was muffled by Wildfire’s toned ass cheeks.

“It just means Stormy has double the amount to receive at the end of the day.” Wildfire smiled, slumping back on the bed with an exhausted sigh of happiness.

“It means we each get a little extra, Wily.” Tempest corrected her gently. “Thank you again, Wily, for giving me both of my fetishes.”

“Yeah, Wily,” Airmail smiled, “taking one for the home team.”

“To-Totally aaaaah…n-not a problem...” Wildfire panted, her hind legs trembling with each stroke of Tempest’s tongue against her ring of her anus. “Thank you both for catching me downstairs.”

“I didn't even notice the lid when I brought out the food.” Airmail commented as she watched her marefriends having their fun.

Tempest giggled into Wildfire’s flexing sphincter. “I thought it odd that the garlic butter lid was on the table. I was going to toss it when I checked the fridge.” The violet mare licked around and inside the muscular ring, “And I remembered our earlier talk about being caught doing something naughty.”

“Aaah…it…it was kinda on purpose…” Wildfire giggled and cooed at the deftness of Tempest’s tongue. “I'm only grateful the movie wasn't longer than it was already.” Smiling, she re-entered her lover's asshole, shoving her tongue as far inside as it would go until her lips brushed against the ring.

“Hmm…was the level of punishment good?” Tempest asked, “I'm still a bit new at this.”

“H-Honey, it was perfect, all of it, especially making me go up the stairs.”

“I'm glad Wily.” Tempest replied, “I really wanted to stretch out this part but the need to pee was just too much for me.”

“Why we have the plastic sheet.” Airmail put in.

“I want to thank you two for taking such good care of me, while I was bound.” Wildfire felt the need to say that, “I felt you both at my sides, I knew I was safe. And, thanks for doing it at all, it means a lot to me.”

“We love you.” Airmail smiled, “discipline is one thing, but we don't want to hurt you.”

“Well, not a lot,” Tempest giggled, “but you might get a spanking next time you're bad.”

“Depending if it is a good bad or a bad bad thing of course.”

“I’ll see what I can think of, Pretty, and see if you catch me.” Wildfire giggled, “I’m guessing you like your tail-hole cleaned out too, Honey?”

“I do,” Tempest confirmed as she placed a last kiss on Wildfire’s hole, “and it seems you don't mind it either.” With a loud yawn, she hovered off of the little yellow mare. The day was getting late, she was getting tired, and she and Wildfire had the plastic sheeting to clean before they could go to bed. For sleep at least.