The alarm went off at five thirty a.m. and was quickly silenced by a blue hoof. Wildfire mumbled, “Just five more minutes…” Airmail eased out of the snuggle pile on the bed. She saw Wildfire mumbled something else as she rolled over to latch onto Tempest, who was still sound asleep. Airmail switched the clock to alarm two and gave each mare a light kiss. She left the bedroom to start her day.

The alarm sounded off again at eight a.m. and Tempest reached over Wildfire to push the snooze button. Wildfire nuzzled the overreaching leg and mumbled, “That wasn’t five minutes...” The only reply was Tempest’s snore. Wildfire kissed up the violet mare’s neck to her lips. “What time is it?”

Tempest snorted and open an eye to look over her lover. “It’s eight ten a.m.,” she stated and closed her eyes.

Wildfire yawned, and licked Tempest’s nose, “We should drag our flanks outta bed then babe.”

Tempest didn’t stir, but mumbled, “Alarm will go off in five minutes.”

Wildfire giggled and stuck her tongue in a violet ear as she licked up, and then nipped the tip. “Up!”

Tempest snuggled into the pillow, “Toy is in the closet.”

Wildfire smiled and blew into Tempest’s ear, “How long to fly to City Hall?”

Tempest twitched her ear, “Did that yesterday.” She yawned, “Maybe twenty minutes.”

“So, up, breakfast, get ready, and fly,” Wildfire stated, “we can play later.”

“Play?” questioned the barely conscious Tempest.” She let loose a yawn, “Could you put the kettle on please?”

“Of course I can, Honey.” Wildfire hovered herself out of the bed to land on the floor, and trotted out of the bedroom door.

Tempest snuggled back into her pillow with thoughts of some more sleep when she envisioned the house burning down. The violet mare was wide awake and she followed Wildfire down the stairs.

Wildfire entered the kitchen and felt her way to the stove. With her wing she noted there was a warm kettle, but nothing hot. Thinking what to do next she heard Tempest enter behind her. Tempest leaned against the door. “Ah, you found the kettle. Airy should have left it full. The knobs from left to right are left rear burner, left front burner, oven, right rear burner and right front burner. Turn a knob all the way clockwise and you’ll hear it click to start the flame. Turn it back a bit to stop the clicking.”

“I got this,” Wildfire stated. She noted the kettle was on the left front burner so she turned the right knob and could feel the heat from the flame as it clicked. She backed off the knob to stop the clicking. “Morning,” she said cheerfully.

“Until I see the sun, it isn’t morning, and I’m not going outside.” Tempest rummaged in the pantry. “Spoons in the drawer to the left of the fridge and bowls in the cabinet above that.” She sorts what she found in the pantry. “We have oatmeal plain, brown sugar, or maple, and instant coffee, green tea, or equestrian breakfast tea.” She let loose a heavy yawn. “You’re one of those morning ponies like Airy?”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire announced with cheer, “I’m guessing you’re not?”

“Morning is for funerals,” replied Tempest. “What do you want?” She hoofed the maple oatmeal and box of raisins to the table.

The yellow pegasus set the bowls on the table and went back to the cabinet for cups. “I’ll have the brown sugar one please, and coffee, boss lady,” Wildfire said. “You can blame mum for the mornings, but she’ll haunt you.”

“I will. Tell your mum to stop raising the sun. It’s somepony else’s job.” She ripped open the oatmeal packets with her teeth and poured some into each bowl, and added a lot of raisins to hers. “Cups are in the cabinet to the left of the bowl cabinet. Now if your mum can make that water boil faster that would be helpful.”

Wildfire laughed, “She was good, but not that good.” Wildfire found the cups and brought two to the table.

Tempest spooned coffee into each cup and moved to the fridge for milk, “Note to self. Making Willy cum doesn’t wear her out.”

“It’s the youthful energy,” Wildfire giggled. “I thought you’d lay about in bed, but you shot down the stairs pretty quickly. Weren’t worried, were you?”

“Got me in one,” Tempest said with a shrug, “I didn’t know if Airy had showed you how the stove worked.”

“She only got around to showing me the silverware drawer and refrigerator,” said Wildfire. “I figured if I smelt feathers burning I’d done it wrong,” she giggled, “but luckily you teleported just in time.”

“Sorry,” Tempest said, “but I can be a mother hen at times.”

“S’alright, wouldn’t have it any other way,” Wildfire said as the kettle started to whistle, and heard Tempest cheer. She giggled, “I think your fuel is ready.”

“Finally,” stated Tempest, “do you want to pour, or have me do it?”

“I’ll have a go,” Wildfire said as she reached for the kettle.

Tempest watched the yellow mare lift the kettle with her hoof from the flame, and shouted, “Wait!”

Wildfire quickly set the kettle down and moved her hoof away, “What?” she said as he backed away from the stove.

Tempest breathed a sigh of relief, “Please turn off the flame before you take anything off the stove.”

“S-sorry,” muttered Wildfire as her ears wilted and she hoofed at the floor.

Tempest did a slow ten count as she let the stress wash away, “Love, it will be okay.” Tempest moved forward and nuzzled the diminutive mare. “I’m not angry, nor are you in trouble.” She gave Wildfire a kiss, and watched the ears slowly perk back up. “You just need to remember to turn the burner off first because burning fur and feathers will ruin an appetite.”

Wildfire nodded and turned the knob to the left and heard the gas go out. “Sorry.”

Tempest decided to let the sorry slide, “Okay, you can feel liquid with your feathers, right?”

“Sure, sure,” Wildfire stated in a depressed voice, “I can do that.”

Tempest clenched her teeth and suppressed the urge to kick Wildfire’s flank. “Please do that for one of the bowls.” Tempest took the kettle in hoof and poured the hot water into the bowl with Wildfire’s feather just inside the edge. “Let me know when.”

“Alright,” Wildfire said without enthusiasm. As Tempest poured she muttered, “Foalsat for breakfast.” When the hot water neared her feather she said, “When.”

Tempest returned the kettle to the stove and Wildfire faced her with the sound of metal on metal. “You fill the other bowl and both coffee cups. I like milk so leave an inch in my cup, please.”

Wildfire stood there immobile, “You sure?”

Tempest silently mouthed some very inappropriate words. After a deep breath she move up to Wildfire and kissed her deeply. “Wildfire, what happened to that cheerful morning mare?”

“I messed up!” exclaimed Wildfire as she turned her head away ready for the beating.

Tempest gently used a hoof to turn her head back, and kissed her again. “You made a mistake. Ponies do that. I love you, but you acting like you’re back in the home is…disappointing.”

“How am I supposed to act?” Wildfire questioned.

“Like you love me?” said Tempest.

“But…I do love you, Honey!” Wildfire shook her head, “I’m just…I’m not used…forgive me?”

Tempest smiled and kissed her lover, “Forgiven, now will you fill the cups and bowl please?”

The smile returned to Wildfire’s face, “Alrighty, Honey!” Wildfire hoofed the kettle to the table and used her wing to locate the bowl and cups filling each. She left the extra room in Tempest’s cup and returned the kettle to the stove.

“Not bad for a foal.” Tempest said, and received a raspberry from Wildfire. “You want sugar in your coffee?”

“Yeah,” said Wildfire, “your foal would like two please.”

Sure, my witty bitty foalsy. Sugar bowl is on the microwave to the right of the fridge. It is on the left side. To the right of that is salt, then pepper, then cinnamon.” Tempest added milk to her coffee and some to her oatmeal. She took a sip of her coffee, “Ahhh, coffee is life.”

“Foal,” Wildfire muttered as she brought the sugar bowl back to the table and added two spoons to her coffee. She sipped her coffee and stirred her oatmeal.

“You know you can do this Wily, and I know you can do this.” Tempest put a hoof over Wildfire’s, “You just need to gain confidence in yourself and the knowledge that if you make a mistake you’ll not suffer for it.” Tempest giggled, “but you may be teased for it.”

Wildfire sighed, “Tease away, ‘mom’. I-I just don’t like not being able to do stuff right! I hate making mistakes. Ponies always expect me to, that’s all.”

“Like leaving the burner on?” Tempest asked.

Wildfire pouted, “Just not used to making my own food, I’ll get better.”

Tempest kissed Wildfire, “I know you will, love. Most mistakes just make a mess and maybe cause a bit of embarrassment. Some mistakes could take you from my life.” She kissed her again, “You can do this, but only if you want to.”

“Probably best you scooted on down here, huh.” Wildfire said flatly, “I’ll do it, you can’t be serving me all the time.”

Tempest took a deep breath, “Love, I can, and will serve you when it is my turn to serve. You will serve the two of us when it is your time to serve. We are a herd, and we share duties, responsibilities, and joys.”

Wildfire took a taste of her oatmeal, “That’s the stuff.” After a sip of her coffee, she continued, “I’m still getting used to this herd thing.” She shrugged, “Then I’m getting used to a lot of things.” A smile returned to her muzzle, “I’m glad you’re all here helping though.”

Tempest relaxed as it seemed Wildfire was starting to get it, “Wily, we are helping you help yourself. I don’t want us holding your hoof, but we are here for you. Please don’t be ashamed to ask for help.” Tempest kissed Wildfire, “Mmmm, sweet kisses.”

Wildfire giggled, “Sometimes it needs holding.” ‘Like with the burner blunder,’ she thought. “Sometimes I just don’t know when to ask for help.” Wildfire shovelled more oatmeal into her mouth.

Tempest swallowed her mouthful of oatmeal, “That is part of confidence. I wouldn’t have said a thing at breakfast unless I saw a safety issue. Both Airy and I want you to succeed Wily. Not just for us, but for your foal, whom you will have to foalsit.” Tempest giggled, “Remember this moment when she doesn’t want you to hold her hoof, and see what it is like letting go.”

Wildfire finished her oatmeal, “Your point is well made. You can snigger at me since you’re the mother hen.”

Tempest sniggered, “I will, and you can snigger back at the auntie hen.” The weather pony finished her oatmeal and coffee. “Do you want to talk to Chief Rung alone?”

Wildfire drained her coffee, “Yeah, please babe. I can talk to him just fine, and I’ll try not to snigger too much at the auntie hen. At least when you can hear me.”

“Thank you,” Tempest said, “Of course Airy will snigger at the both of us since she’s done this before. I was the youngest of my parent’s brood.”

“How many were there?” Wildfire asked as she gathered the bowls and moved them to the sink.

“I have an older brother, and elder sister,” Tempest answered. “You can leave the bowls in the sink, and I’ll wash them later.”

“Okay,” Wildfire said, “You get on with them okay? Me and Airy have rubbish pasts.”

“Yeah, we still do,” Tempest said. “Twister is still in Trottingham doing weather work, and I think he always will. Winter didn’t care for weather duty though. She became a paediatrician and lives in Fillydelphia. As far as Airy goes, once she got a foster family, they became her family.” Tempest giggled, “You can ask her about her milk fetish.” Tempest head for the kitchen door, “Let’s get dressed for work.”

Wildfire followed, “I’d liked to have brothers or a sister. Suppose it’s harsh, but it would have taken dad’s attention from me most of the time.” Wildfire shook her head to chase that thought away, “So, you see any of yours much?”

“When we have a south front, I’ll stop in at my sister’s place,” Tempest said. “As for my family in Trottingham, we visit each other a few times a year.”

As they entered the bedroom Wildfire said, “It would be nice to see them, and Pretty’s family too.”

Tempest got Wildfire’s business casual from the closet and her flight suit. “When you are ready to go to Canterlot we’ll make a vacation of it. Include Vanhoover and Trottingham to the stops.”

Wildfire helped Tempest into her uniform, “Airy was saying much the same thing. We were talking about going to Canterlot on Thursday so you could meet mum.”

Tempest helped Wildfire get dressed, “That sounds good. I’ll work on my vacation schedule while you talk to the Chief. I’m looking forward to meeting your mum.”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire said as she left the bedroom for the office to get her flight helmet. “Pretty asked me to pick up a few things. Where would be a good place to get tablecloths?”

“She did?” Tempest shrugged her shoulders, “We usually don’t bother. There is a K-Mare on the north side of the island.”

“I’ll have to add that to my routes then,” said Wildfire, “when I set the table yesterday I asked about them and Pretty said you didn’t have any.”

“Most likely because I’m a messy eater,” Tempest giggled.

Wildfire giggled, “So can I, when I’m not trying to impress new ponies.”

Tempest led the way out of the office, “Love, if you’re trying to impress us, you’re impressing the wrong mares.” She gave Wildfire a kiss at the bottom of the stairs. “You can add K-Mare after your shopping trip or from my office.”

Wildfire kissed back, “I’ll do it in your office. I worked my route to start at the nearest shop to City Hall.” Wildfire reached the back door, “Oh! Money! I need money.”

Tempest gently put a hoof over Wildfire’s mouth, “You got money, Love. Still a lot from that check Luna left, and you have your card. Where is your pouch?”

“Oh, umm.” Wildfire realised she panicked for nothing. “It’s by the couch I think?”

“I’ll get it,” Tempest said. As she left the kitchen she added, “Fill the sink so the dishes can soak.”

“Okies,” responded Wildfire. She filled the sink with hot water till a wingtip let her know they were covered.

Tempest returned, “Thank you. Is it okay if I rummage in your pouch?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire nodded, “go for it Honey.”

Tempest looked in the pouch, “Okay, four hundred bits, ID, Credit Chit, and a beautiful photo of your mum.” She hoofed the pouch over to Wildfire. “The Credit Chit has raised letters, and you have plenty on there, unless you’re buying a luxury car.”

Wildfire laughed, “Don’t need a car as long as I have these.” She flutters her wings.

“Okay,” Tempest said, “I’ve grabbed point four in case we need it. Let’s fly! Wait! I almost forgot.” Tempest hoofed Wildfire a thick card. “Here’s your pass key to get in. I’ve bypassed the code for this one, so you don’t need to worry about the alarm system.”

“Thanks, Honey,” Wildfire said, “that will come in handy as I might be back before you. Oh, I need to go to Mistress’ house too.”

Tempest led the way out the back door. “We can add her location from my office.” She set the alarm. “You lead; I just want to watch your ass while you fly.”

“Mother hen,” giggled Wildfire as she shook her ass and took off into the air. Tempest lifted off shortly after. The flight went smoothly with no inattentive fliers today. Wildfire landed on the pegasus landing pad at City Hall with ease.

Tempest landed shortly after her, “Nervous?”

“Flying, not at all,” Wildfire answered, “Interview, a bit, maybe a lot.” She giggled, “It is my first job interview in a long time.”

“The colonel usually works with the Chief although she will send the assignment to the battalion on duty,” Tempest said as they walked to the elevator. “He’s an earth pony stallion with red fur and orange mane and tail.”

Wildfire giggled, “Sounds like he was born to be fire pony. What is his cutie mark?”

“A large single water drop. I’ll do introductions with Chief Rung and then leave you to it as I return to my office.” Tempest paused at the elevator, “What floor am I on?”

Wildfire giggled as she was expecting a quiz from mother hen, “We’re on the thirtieth with the PLP, and your office is on the twentieth, and Fire Department is on the seventh.”

“Very good,” said Tempest. “I know how much you love a pop quiz.”

“Yeah,” Wildfire said, “about as much as I love celery.”

They stepped into the elevator and Tempest pushed seven, “Is that why there is no celery in the salad?”

“Yuppers, sorry if you like it,” said Wildfire. “Airy was eating some yesterday and I asked her to eat something else before she kissed me.”

“That’s Airy,” Tempest said as the elevator door opened. “Five minutes too spare.”

“Nice, I didn’t want to be late. First impressions and all that.” Wildfire’s voice gained some worry, “How do I look? Mane straight, tail and hooves clean?”

Tempest kissed her lightly, “That flight suit over your business casual makes you look like a power pony. Very sharp.” She giggled, “Let’s see, tail still attached, check. Mane windblown and sexy, check.”

Wildfire grinned, “I always wanted to be a power pony.” She giggled, “Teasing beautiful marefriend, check.”

Tempest opened the office door, “You got this.”

The mare at the desk looked up, “How can I…oh, hello Tempest. Need something?”

Tempest spoke up, “Appointment for Wildfire with Chief Rung. I’m here for introductions.”

Wildfire whispered, “I got this.”

The reception mare took a brief look at her calendar, “He’s ready to see you now. Go on in.”

Tempest whispered to Wildfire. “Take three steps to your right and the door is four steps to your front.”

Wildfire nodded and took the required steps with her wings out. She felt the doorframe and knocked on the door twice, “I got this,” she said with confidence.

A stallion’s voice carried through the door, “Come in.”

Wildfire felt Tempest wing brush her flank, “Thank you.” She opened the door and stepped in with her head high. Wildfire’s first impression was the scent of the office. There was no way the mare could suppress her smile, but at least she didn’t giggle. ‘This place smells like Professor Calculus’ office.’ Her wingtip felt a sitting pad, and then a second. She moved between them till she felt the front of the desk.

Stallion is silent as he watched the two of you enter. Once both of you have stopped, he said, “You must be Wildfire. Good to see you again Major.”

Tempest glanced around the office and nodded, “Chief. I think your love me wall is bigger than mine.”

Rung laughed, “If I loved you, I’d have to compete with Airmail, and that isn’t happening.”

Tempest turned to Wildfire, “Chief Rung has a nice collection of well-earned citations, Wily.”

“I have a team that backs me up.” Rung looked at the two, and said, “I understand you made an appointment yesterday. And you’re here for?”

I’m Wildfire, Sir,” she spoke with confidence. “I’m here to enquire about a job as a firefighter, and be part of your team, Sir.”

“Really?” Rung smiled, “Thank you, Major.”

“No problem, Chief.” Tempest turned to Wildfire, “I’ll be in my office, Wildfire.” She left the room.

“Please have a seat,” Rung said.

Wildfire smiled as Tempest left the office and the Chief’s voice clicked in her head. He had the same Brooks accent that Requiem had. “Yes sir,” she sat on the pad to her left.

“Totally blind?” Rung asked.

“Yes Sir,” Wildfire responded.

“Your relationship to the Major?” he questioned.

Wildfire answered, “She is my marefriend, and fellow herd member, Sir.”

Rung smiled, “Ah, okay. So, this isn’t some spur of the moment decision?

“No Sir,” Wildfire said, “I worked with the Canterlot Residential Fire Team.”

“Canterlot?” stated Rung, “Interesting, were you blind then too?”

“No Sir,” said Wildfire, “that was before my accident, Sir.”

“I see,” said Rung, “Residential Team. Hot Ember was in charge, right?”

“Captain Hot Spot, Sir,” Wildfire corrected him.

“Of course, Hot Spot,” Rung smiled widened. “It has been awhile. Reason you left their team?”

Wildfire’s ears drooped, “I was told Captain Hot Spot doubted my ability and…I had personal issues afterwards, Sir.”

Rung studied the pegasus, “Did Hot Spot doubt your ability after you were blinded?”

Wildfire nodded, “That’s what I was told, Sir.”

“Told?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” Wildfire confirmed, “I haven’t spoken with him since the accident, Sir.”

Rung pressed the issue, “Hot Sot is the one that told you he doubted your abilities?”

“No Sir,” Wildfire said, “my father passed the message to me while I was hospitalized, Sir.”

“Why didn’t you confirm this with Hot Spot?” the stallion asked.

“I-I wasn’t able to, Sir” Wildfire replied but her posture told Rung that she couldn’t.

“Okay,” Rung led off, “that suit you’re wearing is military issue.”

“Yes Sir.” Wildfire’s ears perked back up, “I purchased it two days ago here in Manehatten. It helps me fly, Sir.”

“Wildfire, I have over a hundred pegasi on the greater Manehatten fire team,” Rung stated. “Why should I add a blind pegasus to that team?”

Wildfire steadied herself with a deep breath before she answered, “When I was a Reserve in Canterlot I loved my job, and I was good at it, Sir. It’s my cutie mark and I lived for what I did. Now I’m able, and I’d like very much to return to it, Sir.”

Rung tapped his desk, “I took the liberty to look up some news reports when I found out about this interview. Have you ever been suspended from duty for cause?”

“Yes Sir, I have.” Wildfire remembered that day when she entered the burning building. “I disobeyed Captain Hot Spot’s standing orders, Sir. If you looked up the news reports, then you know why, Sir.”

“I do,” Rung said, “and I’d trade my job to save a pony’s life. I met Heatwave a long time ago. He was a good stallion.”

“He was the best, Sir,” Wildfire agreed.

Rung looked her over, “I take it that gear lets you fly independent?”

“Yes Sir, it does,” Wildfire said.

“You have any problem doing grunt work?” Rung asked.

“None at all, Sir,” Wildfire responded.

“It’s too early for me to call Hot Spot, but I will later today. Do you really think he thought you were useless when you were blinded?” Rung questioned.

Wildfire swallowed, as that was a question she had asked herself many times. “I-I honestly can’t say, Sir. I haven’t spoken directly to him since a few days before my accident.”

“I could have him fax a recommendation for or against you, but I won’t,” Rung stated. “I want you to hoof carry back that recommendation from him. Right now I depend on the weather ponies getting me clouds. I can’t afford to spare a pegasus for that duty as we have too many high rise buildings, and I need them for pony rescue.” Rung paused for a moment, “Can you take orders?”

“Yes Sire, I can Sir.” Wildfire replied and added, “Cloud delivery was my primary job with the Canterlot team, Sir.”

Rung asked, “You have beacons with that flight suit?”

Wildfire replied, “Yes Sir, I do!”

“It would be good to have somepony on the team so I don’t need to rely on a weather pony,” the Fire Chief said. “I’m sure your marefriend would like to have one less duty to juggle. You might never bounce a cloud over a fire, or rescue a pony trapped in a building. You okay with that?”

“Yes Sir, I am,” Wildfire said, “There are no minor jobs in the service, Sir. Heatwave taught me that.”

Rung watched her, “That said, you might have to do both. Does that scare you, Wildfire?”

“Flying into a burning building scared me the first time, Sir, and it will scare me again. I’m okay with that, Sir.” Wildfire stated with confidence.

Rung leaned back, “It will mean somepony holding your hoof, taking you to a window for some pony that is scared to death to climb on, and you take them to safety. It means doing what you’re told when you’re told, and not asking questions. You a big enough pony to admit you need help?”

Wildfire paused before she answered, “My marefriends have been helping me a lot since I’ve come to Manehatten, Sir. I’ve learned that there is no weakness in asking for help. To answer your question, Sir, I can ask and accept help.”

“Fine,” Rung said, “I want Hot Spot’s recommendation on my desk in two weeks. And, Wildfire, if he says you’re useless I want to know that to, if only to prove him wrong. Any questions for me?”

“Yes Sir, we’re heading to Canterlot this Thursday, Sir.” Wildfire blushed, “Only one question, Sir, if I may be so bold. Why take a chance on a blind pegasus?”

Rung chuckled, “Am I really taking a chance? If you can’t do the job, then a weather pony will have to do it. That’s how it is now. If you can do the job it frees a pony to do their job. Since the major is your marefriend, I have another question for you. Any issues working under a stallion supervisor?”

“No issues at all, Sir,” Wildfire said, “I can do this job, Sir.”

“Just so you know, Tempest bringing you here meant a lot,” said Rung. “She believes in you, so I’m willing to believe in you too. Do the job and we’ll have no issues. If you can’t do the job I expect you to pony up and tell me.” Rung couldn’t help but smile as he watched the mare’s broad smile. “Two weeks, this office, nine a.m. I will introduce you to Comet, our pegasus Commander.”

“Two weeks, Sir?” Wildfire said, “I’ll have your recommendation for Friday, Sir.”

“No, two weeks.” Rung said abruptly. “The job is yours, Wildfire. I just want you to find out if Hot Spot shoved you to the side or not. Between now and then get the weather factory on your beacon list and meet the ponies there. Bring a beacon with you to give to Comet. Do some endurance training between now and then.”

“Yes Sir!” said Wildfire, “Thank you for this opportunity, Sir.”

“Thank me by doing the job and doing it well, Wildfire.” Rung chuckled again, “Maybe you can be good enough that I’ll need a weather pony after all. At least you won’t complain about the orange uniforms.”

Wildfire giggled, “They could be any colour and I wouldn’t complain, Sir.”

“Good,” Rung said, “Go find your marefriend before she sends a search party to see where I disposed of the body. See you in two weeks.”

Wildfire stood up and gave a grateful nod, “Yes Sir!” She trotted out of the office and to the elevator bank. She did a major happy dance, “I got the job, I got the job!” She pushed the call button while she still shivered with excitement.

Wildfire exited on the twentieth floor and entered the weather office. Ponies stopped to stare as she unerringly moved along to the Battalion Commander’s office. Her wingtip let her know the office door was open, but she knocked two times as was her norm.

Tempest looked up for her paperwork to judge Wildfire’s mood, “Come on in Wily?”

Wildfire danced into the office, “I got the job! I start in two weeks. I bucking got the job!”

Tempest rushed around her desk to wrap Wildfire in a big hug, “That’s great news!”

Wildfire hugged back, “I know! Chief was awesome. He said you believe in me and so he does too!” Wildfire kissed Tempest deeply, “Thank you! He wants Hot Spot’s recommendation from Canterlot, and I start in two weeks from today!”

Tempest kissed her back, “Other than seeing Hot Spot, what else do you need to do?”

“Just turn up in two weeks at nine a.m., where he’ll introduce me to Comet who runs the Fire Team pegasi.” Wildfire held onto the hug, “Oh, I need to go to the weather factory and get in some endurance training.”

Tempest giggled, “So a few things, but they sound easy enough. I’ve worked with Comet when the Colonel assigns my battalion for support. I work closely with Bluefeather so I can introduce you to her. She manages the Cloudhatten Weather Factory.”

Wildfire stomped her rear hooves, “I still can’t believe it! I have a job!”

Tempest took the dancing hooves as an invite to dance in her little office, “At least you won’t mind if they want you in early.” She kissed Wildfire. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Wildfire hadn’t danced since the university, “And you won’t have to deal with annoying morning ponies waking you up.” Wildfire giggled as they moved about the office. “My plans are giving you more kisses, getting Mistress’ house and K-Mare in my headset and then do some shoooooopppping!”

“I’ll take all the kisses,” said Tempest, “and I have the other two addresses here for you to enter them. K-Mare is north of Mapper’s place.”

Wildfire planted a few kisses on Tempest’s lips, “Then I should get to it.” They ended the happy dance and Wildfire pulled out her tablet. She entered the addresses while Tempest read them off. “I’m all set. What are your plans, Honey?”

Tempest giggled, “If you don’t need me, I’m going back to bed.”

“Alrighty, Honey,” Wildfire checked her gear, “I don’t need you so you can go back to bed, and I’ll get you up when I get home.”

Tempest got in another kiss, “Okay, it was fun though. I got my paperwork completed, put in for vacation, and even had the Colonel stop in to make sure I was okay.”

Wildfire giggled, “Not used to seeing the boss lady two days running?”

“Nope!” Tempest shook her head and then lowered her voice to a whisper, “They’ve been cleaning since I showed up this morning.”

“I’ll bet,” Wildfire returned a long slow deep kiss, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“I know you’re going to be fine love,” Tempest nuzzled the diminutive mare, “but I’m going to worry anyways. Sorry, you’ll have to deal with that.” She followed up with her own long slow deep kiss, “I know you got your tablet and come get me word. Airy is here downtown, so I’ll let my little foal fly free from the nest.” Tempest ended her comment with a giggle.

Wildfire giggled with her, “Oh, how do I get out from the ground floor elevator, momma?”

“You’re not going to fly from the landing pad,” Tempest thought for a moment, “Well, after you take the elevator to the lobby, exit to your left and that will take you into the lobby. Turn right to exit onto Broadway.”

“I just thought, y’know,” Wildfire said, “seeing as the shops are down there, I’d start down there.”

“Love, you can go any way you chose,” said Tempest. “The street lights have tones for crossing, you remember when we walked from the shops?”

Wildfire snorted, “Yes, mother hen, I remember.”

Tempest giggled, “Then have fun.” She kissed her lover, “Surprise me when you get home.”

Wildfire kissed back, “I will, bye mom!” she headed for the exit.

Before Wildfire could exit her office, Tempest asked, “Wily, what’s your favourite meal?”

Wildfire stopped and turned her head to face over her shoulder, “Triple fried egg sandwich with chilli and chutney, and with chips and brown sauce, Honey.”

“Okies, Love!” Tempest said, “I’ll be making that for dinner tonight, so do come home. Bye-bye.”

Wildfire nodded her head, “I will be home once I’m done, Honey. I’m already looking forward to dinner.” She exited the weather offices without any more interruptions. Took the elevator do the lobby and made outside to the street. She turned on the head set. “Shopping trip one, start.” She turned to the right and headed down the street as she followed the directions. She led with her wings, which was the universal sign of a blind pegasus. Most ponies moved out of her way, but a few stopped to stare at the flight suit.

After she had crossed a couple of streets, Wildfire was in front of Barns and Castles, Booksellers. “I made it!” She was quite pleased with her little self, having made it all the way to a shop on her own. Wildfire entered, ‘Now how will I find anything? Not like my headset can direct me to a bookshelf.’ Wildfire’s steps slowed once she was past the entrance as doubt filled her about this trip. A voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Welcome to Barns and Castles,” a mare said, “how can I help you today?”

Wildfire breathed a sigh of relief and was reminded once again that this wasn’t Canterlot, “Hi, yeah, I’m after a hardback of Shakespony’s ‘The Tempest’, please Ms.?”

“I’m Typist,” the mare stated, “Would you like you like that in braille or an audio book?”

“Oh, no thanks,” Wildfire said, “regular print is fine, it’s a gift.”

The mare got close enough for Wildfire to smell her perfume, “This way please, and you can press a wing to my side if you like.”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire choose to follow close behind using her wings as aids to move around the store. “That is some nice perfume, Ms. Typist.”

“Thank you,” Typist said, “I got it at K-Mare, it is called ‘Wildflowers’. You wanted hardback, correct?”

Wildfire took mental note of the perfume that was named after her Pet name, “Yes ma’am, please.”

“Okay, I have it here, and it is one hundred and fifty bits. Would there be anything else,” Typist asked.

‘Can’t hurt but to ask,’ Wildfire thought. “Um, do you sell DVD’s and CD’s here?”

“Sure do,” the salespony said. “Movies from new releases to the classics, and a wide variety of music.”

“Oh, okay, that’s great!” Wildfire said, “I’m looking for the movie ‘Drive Angry’, a CD called ‘Soup’ by The Beautiful South, and the CD ‘Ultimate Collection’ by Steps, please ma’am.”

“Please follow me to the catalogue counter,” Typist said, “and I’ll see if they are in stock.”

“Thank you,” Wildfire followed the mare.

Typist set the book on the counter and looked up the titles. “’Drive Angry’ is in stock and it’s sixty bits. Hmm, was that the ‘Soup 2008’ Cd or ‘Soup: Best of 2007’ CD?”

“Ah, sorry,” Wildfire said caught off guard. “The 2007 one please.”

“Okay that is one hundred bits,” Typist said, “and did you want the 2011 or 2012 Steps CD?”

"2011 version please, Ms." replied Wildfire.

“Oh,” exclaimed Typist, “That one is expensive at two hundred and ten bits, you still want it?”

“Yes please,” said Wildfire, “that’s no problem.”

“If you wait here please,” Typist said, “I’ll get those for you.”

“Thank you.” Wildfire heard the mare walk off and started humming one of her favourite songs.

Another pony walked up to Wildfire, “Do you need any help?” the stallion asked.

“Oh, no thank you,” Wildfire said as she noted his musky cologne, “I’m being served.” The stallion walked off. ‘It must be a store policy to wear some scent, and I’m liking that.’ She went back to humming. It wasn’t much longer when she could smell the perfume.

Typist said “Okay, I have the DVD and both CD’s, will there be anything else today?”

“No, thank you,” Wildfire said, then she added, “unless you have a wrapping service at all?”

“We do,” Typist smiled. “Presents are every day of the year. There is no extra charge for wrapping. Gift wrapping is after checkout. This way please.” Typist moved past Wildfire toward the cashier. Wildfire followed the scent of the perfume. “Hello, Scribbles,” Typist led off, “she will be using gift wrapping after check out.”

“No problem,” said Scribbles. Typist set the books on the counter. Wildfire moved up to the counter while the clerk rang up the order. “That will be five hundred and fifty bits with tax, please.” Wildfire hoofed over her credit card and the clerk completed the purchase. “If you go forward ten feet and turn to you left, the gift counter is about twenty feet in front of you. I’ll take your purchases to that counter.” Scribbles returned the credit card.

“Thank you,” said Wildfire as she dropped the card in her shoulder pouch and moved out after the clerk to the gift counter. She felt Scribbles move past as he returned to his register. She felt the counter with a wingtip. She didn’t notice any scent from the clerk, but at the counter she could smell a spicy scent. “Good morning.”

“Good morning to you, I’m Soft Breeze,” the stallion said. “Can you tell me how you’d like these wrapped?”

“Yes,” Wildfire replied. “I’d like three of them wrapped individually. Please mark the book for Tempest, the DVD for Airmail, and the Steps CD for Serenity, please?

Soft Breeze took notes and asked, “Are any of them for foals?” Wildfire shook her head no. “Would you like any of them wrapped in foal wrapping paper?” the clerk asked.

Wildfire could hear the smile in the question. “Yuppers, go on then, the book and the DVD, please,” she said with a giggle.

“Okay,” Soft Breeze said, “I have bunnies and duckies for those two, and a nice geometric silver patterned paper for the last. Will that be fine?”

“Yes, that will be great!” exclaimed Wildfire. “Could you put those in my saddle bag when you’re done?”

“I’d be happy to,” responded Soft Breeze. “It will be a few minutes.”

“Thank you very much,” said Wildfire. She listened to the rustling of paper and tape. Around her other ponies entered and left the store, and none commented about her blindness.

“That is finished,” said Soft Breeze as he moved around the counter. “The book is easy to spot for its size. The DVD has a double diagonal ribbon, and the CD has a bow on it. Your other CD is unwrapped.”

Wildfire felt a bag placed into her saddle bag, “Thank you for your help, sir.”

“Thank you for shopping at Barns and Castles, ma’am,” the clerk responded. “If you turn to your right and move forward you’ll come across the clearance table. Move around to the right of that and forward to the exit.”

“Okay,” Wildfire said as she heard the clerk move away. Following the directions she felt the table with a wing tip and moved around it. Soon she was out the door and on the sidewalk. ‘I’m doing it! I’m shopping all on my own!’ Wildfire was feeling chuffed at taking care of three items at once. Into her mic she said, “Shopping trip. Delete CD store. Delete DVD store. Continue MiAC store.” The automated system accepted her commands and informed her the MiAC store was three miles to the north.

Wildfire trotted off at a steady pace in the given direction as she enjoyed the mid-morning warmth of the sun. Wildfire hummed to herself as she obeyed the crosswalk signals. Around her she herd many ponies out and about doing their own business. Most ponies ignored her, but she did hear a few whispered voices of concern for her. None actually approached her to help once they saw she was moved along just fine. ‘This is nice.’ Wildfire thought as she walked. ‘No screams or ponies running away. No questions about whether or not I should even be here. I think I rather like Manehatten.’

The pegasus turned the corner and could smell the coffee from the café she stopped in on her last visit to the MiAC store. ‘Oh, coffee sounds good right now. But no, I can wait till I get to Caffy’s place.’ With her will resolved to continue shopping Wildfire entered the MiAC store. Once inside she could hear other ponies, but nopony addressed her. “Um… Excuse me?”

A mare spoke up, “Yes, you look’n for something?”

Wildfire turned in the direction of the Broncs accented mare, which she remembered was the checkout counter. “Yes, Hi Ms. I’m after two collars. A pink one, and a violet and blue one, please.”

“Okay,” the mare responded, “Beltbuckle! This mare wants to check out the collar section!”

From somewhere in the store a stallion called back, “Okay, be right there.” The stallion trotted up to Wildfire. “Hello, oh, weren’t you here Saturday with Mapper?”

Wildfire couldn’t place his accent and he simply smelled clean, “Hi, Sir. Yes, I was here with Mistress Saturday.”

“Okay,” Beltbuckle said, “take hold.” He flicked his tail to Wildfire’s mouth and after she bit down he wove around the other ponies in the store to the collar section. “What colours did you want?”

Wildfire said, “I’m after a pink one, and a violet and blue one please.”

The stallion chuckled, “The pink one is for you then?”

“They’re both for me,” Wildfire replied.

“Okay then, let me check the fit of this one.” Beltbuckle said as he used his magic to put a pink collar around her neck. “How does that feel?”

Wildfire felt the collar fit snuggly around her neck, and since she felt no hooves she guessed he was a unicorn. “That fits great, very comfortable.”

“Most find comfort in wearing a collar,” the stallion said. “I don’t have multi-coloured collars, but I can take two narrow ones and stitch them together to make a collar or you can buy them separately.”

“Stitching them together would be great!” Wildfire added, “If it’s no trouble?”

“None at all,” Beltbuckle said. “It is how we make multi-colour collars. It will take few minutes so feel free to feel around.”

“Thank you,” Wildfire said as she heard the stallion move off. With a wing she felt the display next to the collars and realized it held bridles. ‘I have one of these, but I wonder what colours they have.’ She heard a pony move up behind her.

“Hello there pretty mare,” the stallion said as he looked at the pegasus’s ass.

“Oh, hi!” Wildfire turned to face the admirer. “Can I help you?” Before she finished speaking she heard soft hoof steps move away from her. “Hello?” There was no response and she didn’t sense another pony near her. ‘I must have scared him off.’ Wildfire shook her head and turned back around to the next display that held saddles. It was still a little upsetting. ‘One bad pony isn’t everything. Like that mare in the subway station.’ She heard another pony approach and turned to face them.

“Okay, that is done,” Beltbuckle said. “Let me try it on you for fit.” He used his magic to ensure it was snuggly fitted like the pink one, and then took it off. “If you touch it with your hoof you’ll feel the stitching down the middle. It is a transparent thread so it won’t show.”

Wildfire enjoyed the snug fit of the collar and reach out a forehoof. The collar moved under her hoof and she could feel the stitching. “That’s perfect, Sir. Thank you. Can you wrap them for me please? They are for others to put on me.”

“Sure,” Beltbuckle said, “there is a small charge for gift wrap.” He flicked his tail to her mouth, “Bite on.” Once Wildfire had hold he led her to the checkout counter. “Marblehead, two collars plus gift wrapping for both.” The pegasus let go of his tail and he walked off into the store.

“No problem,” Marblehead said, “that will be five hundred and fifty bits for the both with wrapping.”

“Okay, that’s great, ma’am.” Wildfire hoofed over her card and after the sale she took it back with the receipt and put them in her pouch. “Please mark the pink collar for Mistress, and the violet and blue collar for Pretty and Honey.”

Marblehead giggled, “Cute names. I only have single colour paper, so pink for the pink, and how about yellow for the other one?”

“Oh, that is a nice play,” said Wildfire, “The collar wearing my colours.” She giggled, “They are nice mares, and yes please, that would be perfect.”

It only took a few moments to wrap both collars. “Okay, I’ve put both in this bag and I added a pink ribbon over the pink one.”

“Thank you, ma’am, could you put it in my saddle bag please?” requested Wildfire.

“Sure,” the clerk said, “please move up against the counter so I can reach.” Wildfire turned to her right and side stepped to the counter. The mare put the bag inside the saddle bag. “There you go.”

“Thank you for your help,” Wildfire said. “Am I pointed at the door?”

“No,” Marblehead answered, “you need to do a one eighty and then turn right after the counter and the door will be straight ahead.”

“No problem.” Wildfire did an about face. “Thanks again, ma’am” The diminutive pegasus walked out of the store. Once on the sidewalk she spoke into her mic, “Shopping trip continue, Rarity’s Recreations.” The automated system informed her that destination was nine miles to the south. ‘It’s time to fly, as I’m not walking nine miles.’ Wildfire opened her wings and lifted off to join the flyer’s traffic pattern.

Wildfire’s flight suit let her flow along with the other pegasus traffic with no troubles. ‘I’m going to give Kupambana a big kiss when I see him next.’ After a short twenty minute flight she landed in front of Rarity’s Recreations. “Thank you wings!” Wildfire giggled, “And now I’m talking to myself.” She stepped to the door and it automatically opened. Wildfire walked inside.

“Greetings,” a mare announced after Wildfire entered, “welcome to Rarity’s Recreations. I’m Ms. Spools. How may I help you today?”

“Yes please,” said Wildfire, “I’d like a Prench Maid’s outfit.”

“We can do that for you,” said Spools. “Would you like it in black or a different colour?”

“Yes ma’am,” Wildfire replied, “I’d like it in purple please. I’ve been told that complements my coat colour.”

“It does indeed,” Spools said, “and we have that available off the rack.” She moved close, “Please follow me.”

Wildfire sniffed the lilac sent of the mare’s perfume and followed, “hmm, that is a nice perfume you’re wearing, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” Spools said, “It is a fragrance developed by Ms. Pommel. Will this be for you or a friend?”

“It’s for me to wear,” answered Wildfire.

“We do have your size then.” Spools then described the outfit, “Purple corset, translucent purple skirt so your cutie mark can be seen. Purple panties and white maids cap with purple band. The stockings are white with purple garters. Will those colours be fine?”

“Yes, they are perfect, Ms. Spools,” answered Wildfire.

“Very good,” Spools said. “Shoes come with the outfit and they are in purple, but I’ll need to measure your hooves.” With Wildfire’s nod she did so. “Size nine. Okay would you like a privacy screen to try it all on for fit?”

Wildfire giggled, “Can do if it’s no trouble.”

“Of course it is not trouble.” With magic the curtain circle whipped around Wildfire. “Do you need any help putting it on?” Spools asked.

“Yes please,” requested Wildfire, “it you wouldn’t mind Ms. Spools.”

“Part of the job, dear.” Spools enlarged the privacy screen and stepped inside. She was very efficient in getting Wildfire dressed, and explained the easiest way for her to do it herself. She made a few adjustments, “How does that feel, dear?”

“It fits and feels wonderful,” Wildfire purred.

“Would you like it wrapped up then?” Spools asked.

“Yes please,” answered Wildfire. “Could you mark it to Pretty and Honey?”

Spools helped Wildfire out of the outfit, and she explained the easiest way to remove it herself. “I can do that. Now can I interest you in any accessories for this outfit?”

“Oh, please!” Wildfire said excitedly, “What do you suggest, ma’am?”

“I see your ears are not pierced,” commented Spools, “and we have a variety of earring clips. A feather duster which can come in a variety of feather colours, but white is the most common. Colour coordinated mane and tail bows. A colour coordinated cloth collar and bridle set. Oh, and mane ribbons that are colour coordinated too if you like to have your mane braided.”

“All of those sound good,” Wildfire said. “The white feather duster bows and ribbons. I have the collar and bridle. What earrings do you have, Ms. Spools?”

Spools replied, “In stock we have Eiffel Tower, feather duster, stockings, hearts, sun, moon, and the element bearer’s cutie marks. We can also special order something else if you wish.”

“The hearts would be prefect ma’am,” said Wildfire.

“One moment please, while I gather the items for you.” Spools walked off leaving Wildfire to herself. She felt the nearby racks to touch a variety of different cloths, and was able to guess what the clothes might be used for. She could smell Spools return. “I have everything wrapped and noted for Pretty and Honey,” Spools said. “It is one package, but the outfit is its own packing inside, and the other items are wrapped individually. Now let me explain the cleaning requirements. They are on the label, but that’s not in braille,” Spools giggled and explained the details. “Your total will be nineteen thousand bits please.”

Wildfire smiled, “Thank you for the cleaning details.” She pulled out her credit card and hoofed it over.

“Your ID too, please,” Spools requested.

“Of course,” Wildfire hoofed over her ID, “and thank you for that.”

Spools processed the sale and hoofed back the cards, “Thank you. Is there anything else I can interest you in today?”

Wildfire thought, ‘My credit chit must be smoking with the battering it has been taking.’ Still she was happy, “Not today, Ms. Spools. Thank you very much for your help.”

“It was my pleasure,” stated Spools, “and thank you for shopping at Rarity’s Recreations. May I escort you to the exit?”

Wildfire nodded and followed the lilac scent as Spools moved toward the front of the store. She was very pleased with her shopping trip so far. Once outside she said to her mic, “Shopping continue, Compuland.” The automated system let her know it was a short eight blocks to her north. ‘Easy walk, and I might just dip a hoof in the fountain along the way.’

After a couple of blocks Wildfire could hear the splash of the fountain and detoured to it while her guidance system tried to correct her. “Stop” she said and the voice in her ear went silent. ‘At least the system doesn’t yell at me,’ as a memory of her past mistakes surfaced.

Wildfire listened to the sounds of the early lunch crowd gathered around the fountain, and she could hear ponies move out of her way as she approached the water and one was nice enough to let her know the edge was just a couple feet away. Wildfire thanked the anonymous pony and felt the edge with a feather. She stepped up onto the rim and dipped a forehoof into the water, “It’s a beautiful day,” the yellow pegasus said to no pony in particular.

“It certainly is,” a stallion replied.

Wildfire nodded and smiled as she remembered the severe beating Lady Octavia received at this fountain just a short time ago. Serenity’s description of the event was priceless. She stepped back from the fountain and turned the way she came, “Continue shopping, Compuland.” The automated system showed no annoyance at being turned off and resumed giving directions to the store. Wildfire happily trotted off as she followed them.

The pegaus reached the store and entered through the automated doors. “Greetings,” a stallion said, “welcome to Compuland. Can I assist you today?”

The pony’s accent reminded her of Trumpet from Celestia, which was close to her own Canterlot accent. “Hi, Sir.” Wildfire said, “I’m looking to pick up a braille labeller, please.”

“That would be in the Office Supply area,” the stallion responded, “would you like assistance finding it?”

‘I’m amazed that the ponies think I might be able to do stuff on my own.’ Wildfire smiled, “Yes please.”

The stallion turned to the customer service counter, “Gears?”

A mare replied, “Yes, Greeter?”

Greeter said, “Please escort this mare to Office Supplies for a braille labeller and anything else she may need.”

“No problem,” Gears said as she moved out from behind the counter and approached Wildfire. “Hello, I’m Gears. If you’ll reach out a wing I’ll escort you to Office Supplies.”

Wildfire noted that both ponies had the same Celestia accent, and neither had a noticeable scent. She reached out a wingtip and felt the other pony’s wing. “Thank you.” Wildfire followed alongside the mare through the store.

“We have two models of labellers,” Gears led off. “The three hundred bit one which takes one half inch tape, and the five hundred bit one that takes one half inch tape and three quarter inch tape.”

“I would like the five hundred bit one, please,” Wildfire said. “Also some extra tapes too, please.”

“Okay,” Gears said, “the labeller comes with one of each tape, and we sell spare tapes in three packs. How many of each pack would you like?”

“Just one package of each size should be fine for now, ma’am,” Wildfire said.

“Got it,” said Gears. “Are you interested in any other products?”

“Not today,” responded Wildfire, “thank you.”

Gears moved next to Wildfire, “Both machines are functionally the same. Please follow me back to the customer service counter and you can test it out to make sure it is what you want, and I can ring you up there too.” Wildfire put her wing against Gears’ wing and move through the store back to where she started. “Have a seat,” continued Gears. “I’ll put a demo tape in the half inch slot for you.” A few clicks later she hoofs the device to you.

“Let me cover the basic functions and you can feel along.” Once Wildfire had the labeller in her hooves, Gears continued. “The keys are all braille and not standard layout. It is designed for one hoof entries. Letters are in alphabetical order, four rows of six.” She watched Wildfire’s hoof glide over the key pad. “There is a small gap to the right of the letters for the numbers. Five rows of two each starting with one. The row under the letters are the special keys. Cap Lock will stay down when you push it so you can tell it is on. Then an ampersand, slash, dot, question mark, and dash. It isn’t really meant for writing novels.”

Wildfire giggled at the comment. “Mostly so I can know what a jar in the fridge or box in the pantry is.”

“True,” said Gears, “but they thought the URL would be useful to reorder. Now on the front at the top is the braille for the slide switches on top. Right is the on/off switch, centre is the mouth/unicorn switch, and left is the audio on / off. If you have audio on it will say what the label is when you press the print key and then print when you press it again. If off it just prints when you push the print key.”

Wildfire felt the braille and switches, “Useful to check for spelling errors.”

Gears continued, “On the left side is a mini USB port. Cable comes with. You can hook this up to a tablet or computer to make entries and will give you more key options. On the right side is the power socket for the plug in power supply. It does have a rechargeable battery and about eight hours of battery life.” She watched Wildfire feel each item. “Between the keys and the top is the print button on the left. Next to that is a slide switch for which label you want to use. Up is the half inch and down is the three quarter inch. The labels go into the housing on the right side and you can’t mix up the sizes. Just need to remember they print to the right and so you have to have it feed from the top.”

“Okay,” said Wildfire, “Anything else or can I try it out now?”

Gears smiled, “Go for it, it may take a bit of getting used to for the mouth application. I stuck the first one to my nose. Then you can practice loading your tape back in. I have a clip board here you can stick the labels too.”

“I got this,” said Wildfire. “Okay, on, mouth, audio on, half inch. Good.” She typed out a label and pressed the print button. ‘Clipboard’ came from the machine. “Not a bad voice, are there more?”

“Sorry,” Gears said, “Just the default. There may be an independent app for more.”

Wildfire pushed the print button again and there was only a light printing noise and with a hoof she could feel the tape come out the right side.

“Okay,” said Gears, “now for the tricky bit. The first half inch of the tape is blank and it is perforated after that for your label. The label part has no backing so it is sticky.” She hoofs you the clipboard. “The label is cut in the machine so just pull it out with your mouth and stick to the object. You can use a hoof to push on the label and tear away the bit in your mouth.”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire took the clipboard and pulled the label. It twisted in her mouth and stuck to her nose. She broke out in a fit of laughter. “Tricky is right!” She peeled it from her nose and it stuck to her hoof. “I see somepony will get a lot of laughs from this.”

Gears was professional enough to not laugh, but she was smiling. “Practice, and then you’ll find it is very easy to do. Try with your bottom lip on the underside.”

Wildfire typed again and pressed print. The machine said ‘nose’ and she pressed print again. She pulled the label out like Gears suggested and transferred it to the clipboard. She pressed it with a hoof and the bit in her mouth tore off. “I did it!” She ran her hoof over the label, “That’s one big nose there.” Both giggled.

“Above the spot where the tape comes out is a tab,” Gears said. “Lift that and it opens the tape holder. You can take out the demo tape and put yours back in. Oh, there is a beep sound when it runs out of tape, but you have to feel to see which one ran out.”

Wildfire flipped open the half inch holder and found the old tape easy to remove. She put in the new tap making sure it fed from the top and closed it. “I’ll take it!” She handed her credit chit to Gears.

“It comes with a standard ninety-day warranty, but we offer up to a two year for parts, just forty bits more.” Gears added.

“I’ll take the warranty please. I’ve really enjoyed shopping here at Compuland,” responded Wildfire.

The clerk finished up the sale and handed Wildfire her credit chit and receipt, “The total was six hundred and ten bits with warranty and taxes. Would you like the labeller in a bag?”

“No,” said Wildfire, “I’ll just pop it in my saddlebag.” She put the credit card and receipt in her shoulder pouch and the labeller in her bag.

“Thank you for shopping at Compuland,” Gears said as she nodded to Greeter.

The stallion spoke up, “Would you like an escort to the door, ma’am?” Greeter said.

Wildfire turned to the stallion, “Yes please, thank you.” He moved alongside her so she could reach out a wing and led Wildfire to the door. Once outside ‘I think Caffy’s shop is close by, but to be on be safe side.’ Wildfire said, “Continue shopping, Stripe’s Cup of Java.” The system let her know she was just a couple of blocks away. Wildfire trotted off very much looking forward to a cup of coffee.

As she waited at the crossing at Broadway, a pony asked if she was okay. Wildfire smiled and let them know she was good. When the safe crossing sound was heard she trotted across the street. ‘In Canterlot they would have pushed me out into the street.’ She chuckled lightly, ‘If they could stand to be that near to me.’ Caffy’s shop was busy as her wingtip felt a pony leave and even excused himself. Wildfire walked in and announced, “Hey Cutie!”

Caffeinated looked from his latest customer to the door, “Hi Wily, you alone?”

“Yuppers,” replied Wildfire with a broad smile, “Mother Hen let me off my leash to be on my lonesome today.”

“Coffee and three?” Caffeinated asked.

“Just two, please,” responded Wildfire, “I’m watching my mareish figure.”

Caffeinated finished serving his current client and moved on to the next. “It will be a couple of minutes. You had lunch yet?”

Dusk was snuggled up with Oils at a window table when he looked up at the sound of Wildfire’s voice. “Hi Wily!”

“Not yet Cutie.” Wildfire turned to the sound of Dusk’s voice, “You got room for another D?”

Brush Stroke spoke up, “Always room for another Wildfire.”

After he served the next customer the zebra said, “If you’ll do a delivery for me, I’ll toss in a sandwich for you. Airy’s office hasn’t had lunch yet either.”

Wildfire called back over her shoulder as she walked up to her friend’s table, “You’ve twisted my hoof. Can you make it a daisy sandwich?” She felt the table and a pony, “Hi Oils, which one am I touching now?”

Dusk spoke up, “You have a wing on me, Wily. Oils is to my right.”

Caffeinated walked up next to Wildfire and took the tray from his back. He set the three drinks on the table and took up the empties. “Let me know when you’re ready to go up. I have your sandwich in the bag with the rest.” He lowered his voice, “And do check out just how pretty Dusk is today.” He left the group to attend the counter.

Wildfire giggled as she slid the saddlebag from her back to the floor at the end of the table. “Thank you, Cutie.”

“Been shopping, Wily?” Dusk asked.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Wildfire, “your mare is sharp as a tack, Oils.” She sniggered, “Yup, I’ve been busy.” Wildfire felt up Dusk with a wing, “And you’re dressed to the nines, D.”

“Thank you,” said Dusk, “did you get anything good?”

“I did,” Wildfire said, “I got a Prench Maid’s uniform for at home.”

Brush Stroke perked up, “You’d look good in one of those sweetie.”

Caffeinated piped up from the counter, “Maybe she’ll model it for you.”

“She’d be happy to, wouldn’t you dear?” Brush Stroke said as she licked a midnight blue ear.

“Of course I would, Sir,” Dusk smiled at the attention.

Wildfire faced the counter, “So, these two been loafing her all day, Cutie?”

Caffeinated finished up another customer, “They pay their bits and they can take up table space all day. Also I was thinking of seeing Wily in the uniform, not that Dusk wouldn’t do it proud.”

Wildfire moved to the far side of the table to sit down, “You’ll have to come to the house to see it, Cutie. Unless Pretty dressed me up while I’m here.” The pegasus turned her attention to her table mates, “With Dusk all dressed up so pretty, are you going somewhere special?”

“It took a lot of coaxing, but she agreed to a night out,” said Brush Stroke, “Caffeinated suggested we go to SoHo, but my love mentioned a restaurant in Canterlot she’d been to before.”

Wildfire sputtered her coffee, “What? D, you’re taking him there?”

Caffeinated came over with a cloth, “I think Dusk’s mom put her up to it.” He quickly cleaned the table and checked for any needed refills.

Dusk muttered, “It’s a very nice place.”

Wildfire was overcome with laughter, “Oils,” she gasped, “enjoy it while you can. I can so see Luna suggesting that place.”

Brush Stroke looked at the hard blush on his mare’s face, “What do you mean, Wildfire?”

Wildfire got her breathing back under control, “Please, call me, Wily, or I’ll set my marefriends on you.” She shook her head and turned to the cinnamon scent of the zebra, “How long do you think before they get thrown out?”

Caffeinated shrugged, “How fast is the police response in that area?”

Wildfire shrugged, “I don’t know. D, you wanna tell?”

Dusk did an eye roll, “Within twenty minutes.”

Brush Stroke was thoroughly confused, “Police? Why would they throw us out of a restaurant?”

Caffeinated chuckled, “Fifty bits says they try to toss them at the server’s station, and dragged out within twenty minutes.”

“Alrighty, I’ll take that bet!” Wildfire turned her attention to Brush Stroke, “You’re a gay couple in a Canterlot restaurant, and Dusk is more feminine than me. I’ll be amazed if you last more than fifteen minutes.”

“I don’t know if they could ‘toss’ Oils out,” Caffeinated continued, “and it would be quite the scene to have to drag them both out.”

“You know what, Cutie?” Wildfire giggled, “If they manage to eat the first course, I’ll wait tables for a day, for you.”

Brush Stroke couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “They’d really react like that?”

The zebra nodded, “Seems Canterlot ponies believe the law only applies to non-Canterlot ponies.” He turned to the Prince, “Dusk, you should see if Sonic and Trails would go with you. There is power in numbers.”

“This is sounding like it will be a very interesting night,” Brush Stroke said.

Dusk nodded, “That’s not a bad idea at all Stripes. If it goes to Tartarus we can always go back to my place.”

Wildfire still sniggered, “When D, it’s when, not if.”

“Be sure to tell Sonic to not throw any hooves,” Caffeinated added.

Dusk blinked, “Maybe we should go somewhere el…”

Brush Stroke interrupted Dusk with a kiss, “Not at all, my love. This place is starting to sound delightful.”

“Wily,” Caffeinated asked, “when are you going to Canterlot?”

“Oh, right! The three of us are going over on Thursday.” Wildfire puffed out her chest, “Guess who’s got herself a job?”

“So, Oils, if you wait till Thursday, you can have some real numbers. Both of you along with the Stallion’s and Mare’s Clubs.” The zebra turned back to Wildfire, “I don’t remember hiring you.”

“You missed your chance, Cutie,” said Wildfire smugly. “I’ve been snapped up!”

Dusk was very happy at Wildfire’s announcement, “Really! Awesome, Wily, what will you be doing?”

“I’m going to be a firefighter!” Wildfire said proudly, “I start in two weeks. I do need to see Captain Hot Spot for a reference.”

“Caffeinated has a good idea, love,” Brush Stroke said, “A larger group will be a lot more fun. Please take care of reservations. Wily, congratulations on the job.”

“Yes, Sir,” replied Dusk.

“I’ll ring up Sonic,” Caffeinated said, “and can you ask Mapper, Wily? When you get a chance.”

“Thanks, Oils.” Wildfire bounced with happiness. “I’ll be seeing Mistress when I’m done here, Cutie. Got some pressies to deliver before I get back home.”

A tan earth pony with a red mane got off the elevator and approached the group at the table. As she neared, Lavender said, “Hello again, Dusk, Wildfire.” She stopped nearly muzzle to muzzle with Brush Stroke, “Who’s the cute stallion?”

“Hi, Lavender,” Wildfire said.

“Hello, Lavender, this is…” was all Dusk got out.

Brush Stroke interrupted his lover, “My name’s Brush Stroke, but call me Oils, everypony does. Please to meet you Miss.”

Lavender smiled and stepped back a pace. “Pleased to meet you. You’re looking exceptionally beautiful today, Dusk.” She turned her attention on the zebra. “Caffy! Airmail has taken a hostage waiting for her lunch!”

“Thank you, my little mare is pretty, isn’t she?” Brush Stroke kissed Dusk’s heavily blushed cheek.

“Oh, Lavender,” Wildfire bounced to her hooves. “Am I alright to go up with you? Got a surprise for Pretty.”

“Of course Wily,” said Lavender, “Omega is her only hostage.”

Caffeinated returned to the table with a bag and cup carrier. “I put Wildfire’s sandwich and drink in with the order.”

“Thanks, Lavender.” Wildfire said. “I’ll catch up with you two on Thursday. Wait for us at mum’s if you’re there first, ‘kay?”

“Will do Wily,” said Dusk, “and well done on the job.”

Lavender put the cup carrier and bag on her back and walked with Wildfire to the elevator. Once the door closed on the mares, Caffeinated said, “I’m surprised how easy it was for Wildfire to get a job with the fire department, then Tempest can be persuasive.” ‘Especially with that temper of hers,’ he added to himself.

“I don’t know how it is here, Stripes,” Dusk added, “but the only way she got in as a reserve on the Canterlot Residential Team was cos her partner pestered the Captain for two months non-stop.”

Caffeinated nodded, “She is proving her worth with the herd. I doubt it was some useless job, but real work for her to do. I wish her well, and those that support her.”

“Me too, mate, me too.” Dusk said softly.

Brush Stroke added, “Well, she seems more than able to me to do whatever she sets out to do.”

In the elevator Lavender informed Wildfire, “We need to stay low so Airy doesn’t get a shot off. We turn left out of the elevator.”

Wildfire giggled, “What’s her weapon?”

The doors opened and Lavender low crawled out and made sure Wildfire did the same. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “She is deadly with rubber bands, and may have paperclips for ammunition.”

Wildfire kept a wing against Lavender, “Deadly combination. Tell Honey I love her if I don’t make it.”

Lavender made her way down the hall into the office space with Wildfire at her side. She stayed ducked down below the counter. “Okay Airmail! The zebra has given into your demands. Release the unicorn.” Wildfire failed to contain her laughter.

Omega looked over the counter. “About time!” His magic levitated the bag and drinks from Lavender’s back to the counter where he emptied the bag. “Oh, hi Wildfire.” Omega found his sandwich and drink.

“Wildfire’s here?” Airmail called out from the office.

Wildfire stood up with Lavender, “Happy to be free, Omega?”

“Happy to get food,” the unicorn replied. “Airy was threating to give me a makeover.”

Lavender took her drink and sandwich and put the other two back in the bag as Airmail emerged from her office. “Hi boss lady! The rest is for you and Wily.”

Airmail wrapped Wildfire in a hug and gave her a lusty kiss. “Come on back to my office.” She took the bag under her wing and the cup carrier in her mouth. The other wing was draped over the yellow pegasus as she led her to the office.

As Omega took his lunch to his desk he said, “Looks like it was a hostage exchange, Lavender.” His co-worker simply giggled as she started in on her lunch.

Once in the office Airmail put the food and drinks on her desk, and gave Wildfire another deep kiss, “How did it go?”

Wildfire’s shoulders slumped, and her ears wilted. She used her best poker face to keep up the sad frown, “Not very well, Airy.”

“What?” Airmail looked at her office window, ‘I should give that fire chief my two bits.’ She turned back to Wildfire and wrapped her up in a tight hug, “Hey, don’t give up. You know Stormy would be happy to have you on the weather team.”

Wildfire released a deep sigh, “I suppose so…how was your day?”

“Typical Monday,” Airmail said. “An idiot in the Broncs tried to post anti-Luna flyers. Garbage workers are talking strike, even though they’re well paid. Omega got a report in, almost on time. Just another Monday.”

Wildfire couldn’t hold it in anymore and released a huge snigger, “Sorry, Pretty, I can’t keep it up any more. Not very well, meant I didn’t start today.” She couldn’t hide the huge smile on her face, “I start in two weeks!”

Airmail studied her mare for a moment, “Is that right, Wildflower?”

Wildfire swallowed, “Um…yes Mistress, that’s right.”

Airmail gave her lover a deep kiss, “Has the bad pony returned my chocolate donuts yet?”

Wildfire facehooved, “I forgot to get them, but…but I have got something else for you.”

“You still have time,” Airmail giggled. “So what did my beautiful, but teasing, mare get me?”

“In the saddlebag there’s a bag with a couple of parcels,” Wildfire explained. “One is pink, the other is for you.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “There is a maid uniform for home later.”

Airmail looked in the saddlebag, “I’m looking forward to seeing you in uniform.” She found the MiAC bag with a pink and a yellow parcel. “The yellow one is mine?” Wildfire nodded and Airmail pulled it out. “I think I can tell what this is by the feel.” She opened it up. “Oh, it’s beautiful with mine and Stormy’s colours.” She kisses her lover. “I’ll just hold onto it for now. But you will be wearing it tonight, Wildflower.” She followed up with another kiss.

Wildfire returned the kisses, “I’m glad you liked it, Mistress.”

Airmail giggled, “Let’s eat lunch and swap some more spit.”

“I like your plan, Mistress,” Wildfire sat next to Airmail and took the sandwich put in front of her.

Between bites Airmail asked, “How did the interview really go?”

Wildfire swallowed and answered, “Sorry about the teasing. That was naughty.” She giggled, “really it went very well. Stormy came in to introduce me and then left me to it. Chief Rung asked about me, what I could do, and why I left the Canterlot Team.” Wildfire paused to take another bite of sandwich. “He had checked up on me, and I think he was impressed. Asked direct questions on what I did, and why I was suspended.”

Airmail spoke up when Wildfire took another bit of her sandwich. “I think you like to be a bad pony in a good way. I was really disappointed too, since I thought Stormy would have at least gotten you in the door.” She giggled, “I’m glad and a little tease isn’t going to make me stop loving you. A spanking though…hmmm.”

Wildfire wiggled at the thought. “I answered everything best I could, and I’ve never said ‘sir’ so much in my life. Providing I get my old Captain’s references, I can start in two weeks. I do think having Honey there first helped convince him.” Wildfire wiggled a bit more. “A spanking, Mistress?”

“Yes, my Pet,” Airmail stated, “and this time Stormy can help so you don’t wear me out!” she giggled.

Wildfire joined in the giggle, “Promise no baby taps? I’ve been a very bad pony.”

“I did notice how ‘ticklish’ your nipples were,” Airmail said with a nod.

Wildfire squealed, “You’re an awesome Mistress. Want your other pressie now, or do you want to wait?”

“I’ll wait; you can use it after your punishment to make up to me.” Airmail leaned in and gave a kiss.

Wildfire kissed back, “You won’t yawn this time, Mistress.”

“We’ll see about that my pretty, pretty Pet,” Airmail said as she finished her sandwich.

“You will indeed.” Wildfire washed the last of her sandwich down with a drink. “Oh! Thursday has become more fun as well, Mistress.”

“What?” Airmail questioned, “You have plans other than Canterlot?”

“Oh, no Mistress,” corrected Wildfire, “Just the plans for Canterlot have gotten a lot bigger. I was chatting with D and Oils downstairs. D was going on about taking Oils to that restaurant where he and Vocal got thrown out.” Wildfire giggled, “Both me and Caffy think it was Luna’s idea. Caffy said they should take Sonic and Trails, and I let it know we were going on Thursday too. Now I’m going to see if Mistress can come along with us to make it a big party.”

“One moment, Pet.” Airmail raised her voice, “Omega!”

The stallion poked his nose in her office, “Yes, Boss?”

“Looks like Dusk and Oils are going to crash the anti-gay restaurant on Thursday in Canterlot.” Airmail asked, “You want in?”

“Oh, yeah I do!” said Omega. “I don’t think Sunny can make it, but I’ll check. Regardless, I’m so in.” The stallion trotted out of the office.

Airmail turned her attention back to Wildfire, “Nothing like a little press to help out a restaurant, right Pet?”

Wildfire sniggered, “Yes Mistress. I thought you’d be up for it. Caff…sorry, Mr. Caffy asked me to inform Mistress on the way home.”

Airmail laughed, “A little late for that Pet.” She watched Wildfire do a head tilt. “Saying Mr. After all you just called Her Royal Highness, Mungu wa Usikuni, Princess Luna, simply Luna.”

Wildfire swallowed, “I’ve been a very bad pony.”

“Yes you have, Pet.” Airmail gave her a lusty kiss. “I’m glad Caffy suggested it. I would have suggested the same thing. Oh, one more bit of information for my very bad Pet. There is a Donut Joe’s franchise next to the ice cream shop.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I know how to get there,” said Wildfire. “Also, Ms. Dusk and Mr. Oils will wait for us at my mum’s if they get their first.”

“Your mum’s?” Airmail asked.

“Yes Mistress. Ms. Dusk knows where she is, and it seemed a good meet place,” said Wildfire. “Seeing as we’re going there first.”

Airmail gave her lover a kiss, “I can’t think of a better place to start this adventure. I take it you’re the reason lunch was late too?”

“Guilty as charged, Mistress.” Wildfire wiggled her ass. “Sexy pegasus Pet distracting everypony.”

“You are a bad pony, yes you are.” Airmail stole another kiss. “I think you’ve learned from Serenity, very well.”

“A very bad pony.” Wildfire nuzzled Airmail, “Especially when I scared Mistress Honey at breakfast.”

“Wait,” Airmail laughed, “Stormy was awake enough to be scared?”

Wildfire blushed hard, “Yes Mistress. She asked that I put the kettle on from bed. Then she teleported downstairs to watch, and it was a good thing she was there. I reached for the kettle without turning the burner off.”

Airmail nuzzled Wildfire, “Did she punish you for that?”

“No Mistress,” admitted Wildfire. “I kinda beat myself up about it.”

“Bad Pet! You can’t punish yourself.” Airmail followed up with another kiss. “You do know that your safety is more important than if your Wildflower or Wildfire. Please don’t beat yourself up. Learn and move on.”

“Mistress Honey made me feel better about it,” Wildfire kissed back, “and I’m sorry for being a bad Pet about that. I’ve learned from it. I even made my own brekkie afterwards.”

“I’m proud of all you’ve done Wildfire.” Airmail noticed she held her head up higher at the sound of her name. “You have brought honour to the herd.”

“Thank you Pretty,” Wildfire switched gears as the pet play ended. “The shopping trip has gone really well too. Everypony has been really helpful in the shops.”

“Yeah for Manehatten,” Airmail agreed. “Shopping on Stallion Island is pretty good too. In the other boroughs it is good to know somepony.”

“There was a stallion in the MiAC store, but that didn’t bother me too much,” Wildfire admitted. “It’s still better here than in Canterlot.”

Airmail’s eyes narrowed, “Did the stallion do something to you?”

“Not as such, Pretty,” said Wildfire. “He was behind me and called me a pretty mare. I turned around and he just ran off without a word. I could hear him scurry off.”

Airmail wrapped Wildfire in a hug, “That’s going to happen time to time I’m afraid.”

Wildfire nuzzled in the hug, “Could have been worse. At least he didn’t scream or freak out to much.”

“So, a good interview and a full day of shopping.” Airmail smiled, “Have fun spending your money?”

Wildfire giggled, “Yeah, I’ve had worse days. It is nice to get stuff for myself and for those I love. Still need to go to K-Mare on the way back, and stop in at Mistress’s to drop of the presents before I head home.”

“And you also need to pick up?” Airmail questioned.

Wildfire paused in thought and smiled innocently, “Is there something else at K-Mare you need, Pretty Mistress?”

“Bad donut hoarding pony,” Airmail whispered in a yellow ear.

Wildfire failed to suppress the giggles, “I shan’t forget the donuts. I don’t know if my bum can take that much punishment.”

Airmail gave Wildfire one more lusty kiss before she got up and moved around her desk. “Okay, lunch is over and I need to get back to work. If Dusk is still downstairs, let him know that Omega is on for Thursday.”

“Okay Pretty.” Wildfire gathered up her saddlebags. “I’ll let him know, and I’ll feel you later Pretty Mistress.”

“You will, my Pet, you will,” Airmail giggled.

“Try not to tire yourself out at work.” Wildfire trotted out of the office and said her good-byes to Lavender and Omega. After arriving at the ground floor she called out, “D, are you still here?”

“Yeah,” responded Dusk, “What’s up?”

“Good,” chimed in Caffeinated, “looks like Airy didn’t kill anypony.”

Wildfire laughed, “She did a hostage exchange, Cutie.” Wildfire walked over to where she heard Dusk, “I’m to let you know that Omega is in on the Canterlot trip.”

“I think we are going to have a jolly good time,” Brush Stroke said as he petted Dusk’s mane.

“I’d love to stay and chat, plus tease D a bit more, but I’ve got stuff to finish off,” Wildfire said, “Thanks for the coffee, Cutie.”

“You’re welcome, Wily,” Caffeinated smiled.

“I’ll feel the two of you on Thursday!” Wildfire added.

“See ya, Wily,” Dusk said, “we’ll keep your mum company until you get there.”

Wildfire kept her wings to the front as she moved out of the coffee shop. Caffeinated placed refills on the Prince’s table. “The grand adventure begins.”

“I’m really looking forward to Thursday,” Brush Stroke stated.

“I’m sure you’ll read about it in the papers, Stripes,” added Dusk.

Caffeinated snorted, “I’ll see it on Facetube that night, I’m sure.”

Dusk laughed as he watched Wildfire pause outside. It looked like she was talking to somepony, and then she spread her wings and took off. Dusk laughed, “It will be a good show at any rate. It seems that Wily has mastered that gear she got.”

“What do you mean, what gear was seen,” the zebra rhymed. “No military stuff, just a pegasus quite gruff.” Caffeinated returned to the counter.

Both Brush Stroke and Dusk sniggered at the rhyming zebra. Dusk said, “Nice seeing her back again. Manehatten agrees with her.”

Outside Wildfire said, “Continue shopping, K-Mare.” The flight system let her know the destination was fifteen miles to the south. “Time to fly.” Wildfire spread her wings and lifted off to join the southbound traffic pattern.

After flying over Battery Park the flight suit let her know she had left the Manehatten traffic pattern and was able stretch her wings. ‘I can’t remember the last time it felt this good to fly.’ Wildfire picked up her speed to push herself. Every few minutes or so she noticed her flight suit informed her of a course correction. ‘I didn’t notice that before. I wonder if it needs calibrating?’ Once she could fell the burn in her wings, the mare slowed down. The corrections in her flight path stopped and Wildfire put the whole incident behind her.

With pinpoint accuracy the flight suit had her land in front of K-Mare. The soft target detection software made sure she didn’t land on anypony. It was crowded with targets. She moved her wingtips to guide her to the store front and through the automatic door. Ponies passed her as the entered or left, and none interfered with her movements.

Once inside Wildfire paused. There was nopony to greet her. She was unsure what to do next. ‘How in Equestria do I find tablecloths and perfume here?’ The pegasus was hesitant to just call out for help so she moved on into the store and hoped for the best. After she passed a few aisles Wildfire finally gave up. “Where do I find tablecloths?” she stated aloud.

“Over there in the…” a mare started. “Oh my, what happened to your eyes?”

“Oh, hi…” Wildfire started. She was happy somepony heard her, but not so much the first thing they noticed were her eyes. Or lack thereof. “Sorry to be a bother, it was an accident back in school.”

“No bother at all,” the mare replied. She turned to look for her filly, “Ginger! Put down the candy and come over here, please.”

The filly walked over to her mother, “What is it, mama? Who’s that, mama?”

The mare chuckled, “How silly of me. Hello, I’m Glass Bowl.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Wildfire held out a hoof, “I’m Wildfire, or Wily is fine.”

Glass Bowl bumped hooves, “This is my filly, Ginger.”

“Hello,” the filly said as she reached up to bump hooves.

“You all alone here, dear?” Glass Bowl asked.

“A little…” Wildfire smiled, “A lot, yeah. The other stores were easy. This is…I don’t know where to start.”

Glass Bowl put a hoof on her filly’s shoulder, “Come along Ginger, we’re going to help this mare.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Ginger, “Like at the hall. Helping one pony is helping all of Equestria.”

“Gotta love a filly that learns her lessons,” said Glass Bowl. “So, Fire, what was it you needed?”

“Thank you so much!” said a much relieved Wildfire. “I need tablecloths and perfume. One called Wildflowers.”

Glass Bowl giggled, “Sort of a play on your name that.”

“Can we go to the perfumes first?” asked Ginger.

“Sure honey, you lead the way.” Glass Bowl said as she moved next to Wildfire. “I’ll just walk shoulder to shoulder with you, if that’s okay?”

“That would be great,” said Wildfire, “I was going to ask if I could press a wing against you.” The pair followed the filly. “My marefriend calls me Wildflower. I thought I’d get the perfume. I’m really grateful for the help.”

“No problem, dear,” Glass Bowl said. “We all have to do our part. Are you with a herd?”

As they walked Wildfire noticed the mare was very lanky. She brushed her tail over Glass Bowl’s. “Sandalwood!”

“I guess you can make up for your sight,” giggled Glass Bowl.

Wildfire blushed, “Yeah, scent is part of that. I was trying to place the accent, and now I have it. Coffee Bean speaks like you, and has her tail in the same style. You’re the third zebra I’ve met.”

“I know the Priestess, Coffee Bean. I attend the hall meetings where she speaks.”

“I’m a new member of the mare’s herd, and part of Caffeinated’s herd.” Wildfire realized she was completely turned around in the store. “This place feels like a maze.”

“They got a bit of everything in this store. Saves one from having to go into the city,” commented Glass Bowl. “Nothing fancy mind you. Just everyday things.”

“I’m not sure that I like it all that much,” Wildfire said.” I could get lost in here forever!”

“Problem with these stores is they sell cheap, but don’t have the ponies to staff them right,” said Glass Bowl. She nudged the yellow mare, “Next time you bring one of those lazy marefriends of yours with you. I like you, Fire, you can see with more than your eyes.”

Wildfire laughed at the thought of her marefriends as lazy. “I like you too Glass Bowl, for the same reasons.” The scent of many scents all at once overwhelmed Wildfire’s nose.

Ginger spoke up, “Mama, can I try some perfume?”

Glass Bowl laughed, “And we are here.”

Wildfire giggled in agreement, “So I smelled.” She felt the counter with a wingtip and faced that way, “I’d like to try the Wildflowers, please. I smelt it on a mare in a shop earlier.”

“Of course,” said the mare behind the counter. “Please hold out your foreleg and I’ll spray a sample.”

“Can I try that one too, mama?” Ginger asked. When her mother nodded she held up a foreleg alongside Wildfire’s, and the mare sprayed both.

Wildfire lowered her leg and rubbed the spot with her fetlock and lifted that to sniff. “Yeah, that’s the one. I’ll take that please.”

Ginger copies Wildfire and takes her own sniff, “It smells pretty, mama,” she said.

“Would you like the six ounces or ten ounces, ma’am?” the mare asked.

“I’ll have the ten ounces, please,” replied Wildfire.

“Are you a big filly now?” asked Glass Bowl.

“Yes mama!” responded Ginger.

“I’ll take the six ounces, please.” Glass Bowl said to the clerk.

“Here you go,” the mare hoofed over the two bottles.

“I’ll just hold that in my basket for you, Fire, if that’s okay.” Glass Bowl said.

“That would be great, Glass Bowl.” Wildfire turned to the counter, “Thank you for your help, Ms.”

“Ginger, do you know where the tablecloths are?” Glass Bowl asked her filly.

“No mama,” Ginger shook her head.

“They are in the kitchen area,” said Glass Bowl.

“Oh! I know where that is!” Ginger move down the aisle.

Glass Bowl put her shoulder against Wildfire and moved after her filly. “You have any foals?”

“Not yet,” responded Wildfire, “but I plan on having one though.” She smiled a wide smile. “I’ve always wanted a filly.”

“They are a hoof-full,” commented Glass Bowl, “but they do bring joy to the heart.” She stopped as she watched her filly examine the tablecloths. “How big is your table?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. It will easily seat six,” Wildfire said and giggled, “mine can be as much of a hoof-full as she likes.”

“You do have a herd to help raise her, which means a lot more loving,” Glass Bowl said. “I’d guess you may as well go for a large cloth. How fancy do you want it? There is a lot to choose from.”

“Um…let’s get a plain every day one, and a fancier one.” Wildfire responded.

“This is a pretty one, mama,” Ginger held up an embroidered cloth.

“That is fancy, dear.” Glass Bowl hoofs it over to Wildfire. “It has a garden full of flower embroidery on it.” The zebra lets out a gasp, “it’s two hundred and fifty bits.”

Wildfire felt the embroidery, “It feels very nice and would be good for special occasions. I’ll take it please.”

“Look, mama, this one has the same colour as her fur.” Ginger held up another cloth.

“Yes it does, honey.” Glass Bowl said. “It’s a yellow and black check she found. There is a yellow and white check too.”

Wildfire crouched low, “Well spotted Ginger. I’ll get the yellow and black one, please.”

“Okay!” Ginger hoofed the cloth to her mother to add to the basket. “Here mama.”

Wildfire stood back up. “That is everything I needed. Thank you both so much for your help.”

“We were happy to help,” said Glass Bowl. “Right, Ginger?”

“Yes, mama,” the filly replied.

Glass Bowl said, “Let’s get you over to the checkout then.”

Wildfire pressed against the zebra mare’s side, “I’m grateful for it. I’d still be at the entrance otherwise.”

“I’m sure somepony would have come to your rescue,” giggled Glass Bowl. “We aren’t all uptight like the city folk.”

Wildfire nodded, “Well I’m glad it was you. I’ve enjoyed the chat going around, and I really enjoyed Ginger’s help.”

“You’re welcome Fire.” Glass Bowl gave her a nuzzle. “We’re at the checkout. Once through turn left and that will take you to the door to the foyer. Then turn right and you’ll exit the outside.”

Wildfire returned the nuzzle, “Thanks again.” She moved forward with her wings out to the checkout counter.

“Bye Ms…” Ginger hesitated.

Glass Bowl whispered in the filly’s ear, “Wildfire.”

“Bye Ms. Wildfire!” Ginger said.

“Ginger, do you want to look at the dolls?” Glass Bowl asked.

“Yes, mama!” said the excited filly.

Wildfire waited for her items to be rung up. ‘I definitely want lots of those.’ The pegasus paid her five hundred and fifty bits and put the bag in her now very full saddlebags. She moved past the counter and followed the directions Glass Bowl had given her to get out of the store. “Continue shopping, Mapper.” The system let her know it was four miles to the south. Wildfire spread her wings and went airborne once more.

The address put Wildfire at the front of the house. She felt her way forward and up the steps to the door where she gave it her usual two knocks.

Serenity opened the door, “Hi Wildfire. Wasn’t expecting you today. Come on in.”

As Wildfire followed Serenity into the house she noticed that her gait sounded funny. “Serenity, your walk sounds off.”

“I’m fine,” Serenity’s melodic voice was filled with nothing but happiness. “Mistress,” Serenity sounded out, “Middle Pet has come to visit.”

“Cricket bat?” Wildfire asked, and Serenity’s giggle was her only response.

“Yes, Middle Pet,” Mapper said, “Senior Pet was able to control her disappointment that I didn’t break it. What brings you by?”

“You tried your best, Mistress,” Serenity said, “it was my fault my butt is so soft.”

Wildfire giggled, and turned her head to the sound of her Mistress’s voice, “A couple of reasons Mistress. I went shopping earlier and I have a present for you and Senior Pet. I also have a message from Mr. Caffeinated.”

Mapper smiled, “Very thoughtful of you, Pet. What is the message?”

“Thursday, Prince Dusk and Mr. Oils are going to a high end restaurant in Canterlot. The one where Prince Dusk was tossed out before.” Wildfire informed her Mistress. “The Stallion’s Club and my herd-mates will also be going. Mr. Caffeinated thought I should invite you and Senior Pet to go.”

“Will Dusk be dressed as a mare?” Mapper asked.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Wildfire, “it does seem to be Prince Dusk’s standard form of attire as of late.”

Mapper turned to her wife, “Senior Pet?”

“My schedule is clear for Thursday, Mistress,” Serenity responded.

“Middle Pet, please ask Tempest to wear a tuxedo with all the trimmings. Now, you said you had presents for us?”

“I will tell her, Mistress.” Wildfire indicated her saddlebag. “The pink parcel is for you, Mistress. The wrapped one that isn’t in foal wrapping is for Senior Pet.”

Mapper nodded to Serenity and the teal opera singer used her hazel magical aura to bring out the packages. After both mares had giggled at the duckies and bunnies they went back into the saddlebag. Serenity floated the pink and silver packages over to Mapper’s hoof. Mapper inspected the pink parcel. “I see this is from the MiAC store, and judging by the shape it can only be one thing. Middle Pet, has your hoof touched this?”

“No Mistress,” Wildfire responded, “the clerk did try it on me for fit.”

“Did the clerk ask if you were to wear it?”

“Yes Mistress,” said Wildfire, “but I said they were gifts for others to put on me.”

“Senior Pet,” Mapper said, “You may take your present and open it.” Serenity floated the parcel back to herself and used a hoof to open it. Mapper saw it was a CD, “Do you have that one?”

“No Mistress,” responded Serenity.

“Will I like it?” Mapper asked.

“No Mistress,” Serenity answered.

“You may keep it,” said Mapper.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Serenity.

“I’m pleased, Middle Pet. I will open my present later, but I’m sure you’ve done well. Senior Pet you may give Middle Pet a chocolate. We will listen to your new music later tonight to see how badly I will have to punish you.”

Serenity did a little happy hoof dance, “Yes Mistress!” she rushed off to get the chocolate.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Wildfire.

Serenity returned and pushed a chocolate into Wildfire’s mouth with her own. After the kiss she whispered, “Thank you.”

Wildfire added a kiss of her own and whispered back, “Any time.”

Mapper spoke up, “Don’t forget your message. Farewell Middle Pet.”

“I won’t, Mistress.” Wildfire walked out of the house and Serenity closed the door behind her. ‘That went pretty well.’ The diminutive pegasus breathed a sigh of relief that her presents were so well received. “Point three direction, point three distance.” Wildfire rose into the sky on her yellow wings as she made her way home.