Wildfire deftly landed on the back yard near the wooden decking. ‘I’m getting good at this. Wily one oak tree zero!’ The mare giggled like a filly as she did her usual two knocks on the door before opening it. “Honey, I’m home!” ‘I’ve wanted to say that for ages.’ There was no response. “Honey?” Wildfire moved carefully through the kitchen and could hear some music that played at a low volume. “Honey?” ‘That’s odd. She should be home.’ Wildfire dropped her saddlebag next to the kitchen entrance. ‘May as well get those donuts for Airy.’ The pegasus walked back out the front door.

Wildfire enjoyed the sunny day as she walked along the sidewalk. The mare whistled a happy tune, but after her third song she realized she didn’t know exactly where the donut shop was. ‘Airy said it was next to the ice cream shop.’ Wildfire stood still. ‘And that should be around here. Why didn’t I program that into my flight suit!?’ She heard another pony walk by, “Excuse me, where is the ice cream shop?”

“Hello,” said a stallion. “Oh, I see. Well if you keep going straight to the next corner and turn right it will be one block down. Just across that next street.”

“Thank you very much,” said Wildfire. “I’m still trying to get used to the neighbourhood.”

“No problem, have a nice day.” The stallion moved off in the direction she came from.

Wildfire continued on her way, ‘That was a really nice stallion. In Canterlot they would have told me to shove off.’ The mare started her whistling again as she made the right at the corner. She heard the ponies as they enjoyed themselves before she got to the next intersection. ‘I found it!’ Wildfire crossed the street, “Excuse me, I’m looking for the donut shop?”

A stallion spoke up, “It’s over…oh, wow, weren’t you the mare putting on a show here yesterday?”

“Hi,” Wildfire said with a grin, “yeah, that was me.”

“Good show,’ the stallion said. “Donut Joe’s is next door, let me take you there.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Wildfire felt the stallion move up alongside her. “My name’s Wildfire.”

“Hello, Wildfire, I’m Stopwatch,” said the stallion. “Are you with Airmail?”

“Yeah I am, and I’m with Tempest too,” said Wildfire.

“Okay, that’s cool.” Stopwatch said. “Hadn’t seen Tempest around for a bit. Here you are.”

Wildfire heard the stallion pull the door open. “Thanks again!” She trotted into the shop. The smell was overwhelming and set her mouth to drool as she approached the counter.

“Yo,” said the voice of an older stallion, “what can I get you? Hey, you’re new here.”

“Hi, I’m Wildfire,” the mare responded, “Still kinda new in town. Can I get a box of chocolate donuts, please?”

“Okay, I got chocolate, chocolate glaze, and ya can have chocolate icing and or chocolate sprinkles on either,” said the stallion.

“Oh, I’ll take the chocolate with the icing and sprinkles please.” Wildfire said as she licked her lips.

“Gotcha,” the stallion put a dozen in a box. “That’ll be sixty bits.”

Wildfire took some coins from her pouch and felt out sixty bits worth then put the rest back. “There you go, sorry that took so long.”

“’kay, the donuts is still fresh.” The stallion scooped up the change and pushed the box against her hoof.

Wildfire giggled, “They won’t have time to go stale. Thanks for these.” She put the box under her wing.

“Stop by again,” the clerk said as she turned around.

“I’m sure I’ll get sent again,” Wildfire said as she pushed open the door. ‘At least I won’t get lost getting home.’ “Point three direction, point three distance.” The system let her know home was just a little ways to the north. Wildfire took the box in hoof and spread her wings. She lifted off with a smile of a job well done.

The pegasus came in for a landing and landed on the roof. Only her outstretched wings kept her from stumbling and falling over. Wildfire stood there for a moment. ‘What the hay happened?’ After some thought she realized that she had always approached from the north, and didn’t take into account the house for her descent from the south. ‘Roof one, Wildfire zero. At least nopony saw me, and I hope nopony heard me.’ Wildfire lifted off and flew a little ways north and turned around to glide to the back deck. ‘Still missed the oak tree!’ She giggled and entered the house. “Honey, I’m home…again.”

Tempest called out from the living room, “Welcome back Wily, sorry I missed you earlier. Did you have fun shopping?”

“Yeah, I did Honey, had a great time.” Wildfire said. “Sorry I didn’t see you earlier, but I did hear music playing.” She made set the box of donuts on the kitchen table and headed out to the living room.

Tempest met her at the doorway, “I was playing my air drums while I listened to the Black Sabbath Reunion album.” She gave Wildfire a deep kiss. “Didn’t hear you come in with my head phones on, but I saw the saddlebags and found you were gone.”

Wildfire leaned into the kiss and giggled when they separated. “It’s okay. I went out and got Pretty’s donuts. There’s a pressie for you in the bag, and you can’t miss it. The clerk insisted on foal paper.”

“Yes, the clerk of course,” Tempest smirked as she looked in the bag. “You have one with duckies and one with bunnies on it.”

“Um…he should’ve put your name on it,” Wildfire said, “it’s the bulkier of the two if not.”

Tempest took out the larger of the two and flipped open the name card. “Found one for Honey.” She giggled, “So I warrant bunnies then.”

Wildfire giggled along with her, “He’s more accurate than I am, bunny lady.”

Tempest held the package to her head, “What is used for a shelf weight?” She ripped open the wrapping and exclaimed, “A book!” Tempest laughed, “You got me a book with my name on it. Now I’ll know it’s mine if Airy swipes it.” She gave Wildfire a hug and kiss.”

“You like it?” asked Wildfire. “I couldn’t find one called Stormy or Mother Hen,” she giggled.

“Har de har har, yes, thank you,” responded Tempest. “Now I’ll know what character Serenity played. So there was an unwrapped CD in the bag too. Yours, I take it? What did you get the daring duckie?”

“Yuppers, the CD is mine. I couldn’t decide which one so I went with the greatest hits. Duckie got a DVD, ‘Drive Angry’ and if she yawns through that I’ll be surprised.”

Tempest asked, “Full of explosions and chase scenes?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire added, “it even has a plot as well.”

“Oh noes!” exclaimed Tempest, “a plot will interfere with the cliché stereotype,” she ended with a giggle.

Wildfire giggled with her, “I also got a labeller for the kitchen stuff, and a couple of tablecloths, so be careful miss messy.” She brushed Tempest’s muzzle till she could kiss her nose.

“Aww,” Tempest said, “but grape juice goes well with everything!”

Wildfire laughed, “Sure it does. I got some perfume too, and the last item is a surprise until Airy gets back. I have a feeling she’ll be putting it to use later.”

Tempest looked at her gift, “Have you read the book? I’ve only seen the opera.”

“The Tempest? Yeah, had to read all Shakespony’s stuff in school,” responded Wildfire.

Tempest nodded, “Cool, so was it a good read, or you read it because you had to?”

“Oh at first it was because I had to,” Wildfire started, “then two pages in I loved it!”

“You know if book reviews were like that,” Tempest leaned in to give a kiss, “I’d read those books.”

“That was when I knew I was going to do literature properly at school,” Wildfire returned the kiss, “it was more fun than math.”

Tempest giggled, “Good thing you took the fire department job then, as you need trig and geometry for weather duty.”

“Good thing I’m sleeping with the boss then,” Wildfire laughed, “I totally flunked math.” She lowered her voce to a whisper, “My final grade was an E.”

Tempest tilted her head, “E for effort?”

Wildfire nodded, “Effort in deciphering the questions. I tried, I reeeeeeeally did, ask Dusky, he did lots of study nights with me, but I was the pegasus with the dunces hat on.”

Tempest took a deep breath, but she couldn’t keep the stern out of her voice, “What did we say about beating yourself up?”

“I’m not beating myself up, it’s true.” Wildfire giggled, “Besides I don’t need brains when I have cute flanks.”

“Cute flanks, eh?” Tempest broke out in song, “Will you still need me, will you still love me, when I’m sixty four?”

“Hmm, I suppose I will need somepony to cuddle up to, even when you’re an older boss lady.” Wildfire added a lusty kiss.

Tempest enjoyed the kiss, “Good, now I know where to park my walker. I’m making dinner tonight and I got all those crazy food items from the Lot to Canter store.” She snuck in another kiss, “You can help if you like.”

Wildfire savoured the kiss, “Could be worse, at least it isn’t Prench.” Wildfire shook her head as she remembered Mapper’s message. “Oh, Stormy, there’s been a little change of plan for Thursday.”

Tempest looked worried, “Not cancelling, I hope.”

“No, nothing like that,” responded Wildfire.

“Good, vacation is hard to schedule!” stated Tempest.

“What happened was I stopped into Caffy’s on the way back, and Dusk and Oils were there. They were talking about going to that restaurant in Canterlot that tossed Dusk and Vocal out. Caffy suggested they take Sonic and Trails, and I said we were going to Canterlot on Thursday. Now they want to go to the restaurant on Thursday, and Airy though it was a good idea to go too, along with Omega.” Wildfire paused to catch her breath, “So, I stopped at Mistress’ on the way home and told her and she and Senior Pet are going to. Mistress told me to tell you to wear a tux.”

“Just a tux?” asked Tempest.

Wildfire nodded, “That’s what she said, ‘tell Tempest to wear a tux.’”

“How odd,” Tempest shrugged her shoulders, “thought it would be more than that. No problem.”

“Personally,” continued Wildfire, “I think Luna is setting us up. Y’know him and vocal got thrown out of there?”

“Yeah,” Tempest nodded, “Caffy told the story.”

“Wait!” Wildfire recalled what she was told. “Actually, Honey, now I think about it, Mistress did say to wear your tux with all the trimmings. Sorry about that.”

Tempest laughed out loud and stamped a hoof, “It has been awhile since we’ve done that! I hope Mapper has planned for you to be my mare for the evening.” Tempest giggled like a filly, “Come up to the bedroom. There is something you need to feel.” Tempest brushed Wildfire’s flank as she moved past.

Wildfire followed, “That was almost naughty of me, and I’ve already misbehaved once today.”

After the entered the bedroom Tempest said, “Wait by the door while I get ready.”

Wildfire stood just inside the bedroom and listened to Tempest as she moved to the closet. She couldn’t place the tune Tempest hummed. Her head tracked the violet mare over to the vanity, and heard the brushing of fur. The humming stopped, and she listened to Tempest approach and received the kiss. “You’ve been busy, Honey.”

“I want you to give me a good feel over, love,” said Tempest. “Especially under the tail and my lower belly.”

“Okay.” Wildfire moved past Tempest and brushed her side with a wingtip. Once behind the mare, Wildfire lifted a hoof and felt up the hind leg and under the tail. She felt fur and no slit. “Woah!” Wildfire said as she pulled her hoof away.

“It’s still me, love,” reassured Tempest. “Continue your inspection.”

“Umm, wow, it’s umm…different.” Wildfire sat and lifted a hoof under Tempest’s tail and slid down from the anus over smooth fur to. “Testicles? You got balls?” All she got from her marefriend was giggles. Wildfire lifted her other hoof in front of a hind leg and found. “Sheath? Where are your breasts? Is this some unicorn magic?”

Tempest moved and nuzzled her lover, “It’s a lot like what I use to mount Airy. The plug is shorter and thicker, and the fur matches mine exactly. There is a very thin strap over my barrel that helps to compress my breasts, and I brush my fur to hide it. A good brushing all over blends the sheath and vagina cover in with my real fur. Tempest giggled, “And, well, I sort of like the feel of the balls swaying between my back legs too.” She gave Wildfire a lusty kiss, “Mapper and I have done this a few times in the past for a good laugh.”

“Oh,” said Wildfire as she reached back under to stroke the sheath and testacies a bit more, “I thought it was real, at least for a moment there.”

Tempest deepened her voice, “Yes, my dear Wildfire, it is all about presentation. Give them what they expect to see and they will believe what they see.”

Wildfire paused in her stroking stunned, “Oh wow! That’s…you, but more…stalliony.”

Tempest continued, “Will you be my mare for the evening in Canterlot? Maybe even introduce me to your mother?”

Wildfire stood back up and nuzzled Tempest, “I’d be honoured to be your mare, and mum’ll love you.”

Tempest let her voice return to normal, “That’s good to know.” She gave a kiss, “Now to put this toy away.”

“I can’t believe I thought it was real,” giggled Wildfire.

After she undid the strap, Tempest pulled the toy out, “Then the illusion was complete.” She put the toy away in the closet.

“Or I really do deserve that dunces hat,” added Wildfire.

“It is meant to fool the eye, but to fool the touch is an unexpected bonus,” Tempest said. “So don’t put yourself down please. Wait till you see Trails when he becomes a mare named Shoe. You would think she was always a mare, or at least, until you tried to mount her and found that slit was only skin deep.”

Wildfire laughed, “It seems Dusky’s heading in that direction with Oils.”

“She is rather cute,” commented Tempest. “A few more touches and I might steal her for our mare’s herd,” she finished with a giggle.

“I never realized I liked mares, until I started crushing on Air Raid,” said Wildfire.

“I’ve always known,” Tempest commented. “I talked to my mom about it. She told me love wasn’t about a pony’s sex or even about sex. It was about the heart. I knew when Airmail shot me she was the mare for me.”

“Yeah,” Wildfire agreed, “I wish I’d had that talk with mu…wait! She shot you?”

Tempest smiled, “She hasn’t told you that story?”

“No, I’d remember a story like that,” Wildfire said emphatically.

“I thought you told me she showed you her feather collection,” said Tempest.

“Yeah, she did,” Wildfire agreed. “I asked her about the feathers but she never told me she shot you.”

“Not as to why I gave her a half a feather?” Tempest asked.

“Oh, she said that was a story to tell together at another time,” Wildfire said.

Tempest giggled, “I’m guessing you can tell now why I gave her a half a feather.”

“Sure, but why’d she shoot you?” Wildfire asked.

“Snuggle time, and I’ll tell you.” Tempest flicked her tail over Wildfire’s nose and climbed into the bed to settle down.

Wildfire hopped in after her and laid to Tempest’s left side. She wiggled to get comfy and close. “Tell me a story, mom.”

Tempest laughed, “Well, when I was younger I was the three B’s. Brash, braggart, and bully. You might guess that Airy did put up with a lot of shit when she was younger.”

Wildfire’s ears wilted, “You…you were a bully?”

Tempest saw the change come over her marefriend, “I was good at what I did, best weather pegasus in Trottingham. I knew it and I rubbed noses in it. Yeah, I was a bully, and a sorry pony when I was younger.”

Wildfire asked, “Did you hurt anypony else?”

“Yeah, I did,” Tempest admitted. “I got into fights because I wouldn’t back down from anypony. I started some of those fights too.”

Wildfire’s voice was just above a whisper, “Oh, sorry, carry on, I’m listening.”

Tempest nuzzled the yellow mare, “I was full of it when I was young. Nopony could make me change my ways. I’m not proud of it, or at least not any more. I was full of pride back then. Sporting a black eye isn’t much of a badge of honour.” She kissed her marefriend, “I’m not going to hide who I was, but I want you to know that I love you for who I am now.”

“I just don’t like bullies,” Wildfire stated.

“Well you shouldn’t, and you wouldn’t have liked me back then,” said Tempest. “Back to the story, I was called to make a storm for some military exercise out in the wheat fields. It had all been harvested so they wanted to do some training under adverse conditions.” Tempest chuckled, “I gave them one Tartarus of a storm.”

“A big one? Like my mum did?” Wildfire asked.

“Yes,” responded Tempest, “I made a class ten storm, a downpour of rain, thunder, lighting, and I’m on the clouds laughing my feathers off at the idiots on the ground. A whole bunch of mud ponies is what I called them.” She shook her head at the memory, “When I saw a pegasus down in the mud I went after it. It was so covered I couldn’t tell if it was a stallion or a mare. I swooped over on a cloud and shot lightning at the idiot. Called it names and said it was afraid to fly in a little bad weather.”

Tempest paused a moment and noticed that Wildfire’s ears had perked back up at the story telling. “Then a shot rang out and cut one of my primaries in half. I saw the weapon in the pegasus’ hooves and though it had tried to kill me. I dove off the cloud to teach it a lesson it would never forget.” Tempest chuckled again, “Well, it could fight back.”

Wildfire giggled, “Did somepony find the bite too big to swallow?”

Tempest shook her head, “At the time I didn’t think there was anypony that could take me. We were going at it hoof and tooth. Then I couldn’t move. I thought some unicorn copper had nabbed us. I was held tight with my muzzle buried in the pony’s crotch, which is when I knew it was a mare. Her muzzle was buried in my crotch.” Tempest gave a soft sigh, “The unicorn said, ‘If I knew you two liked rough sex so much I would have brought more toys.’ Did Airy tell you who her first marefriend was?”

Wildfire shook her head, “No, she hasn’t.”

“Let me be the first then,” Tempest said. “Airy joined the military at eighteen. About nine years later she was attracted to a gypsy unicorn, that is, camp follower. They worked really well together in and out of bed.” Tempest giggled and was joined by Wildfire. “She was a grad from Celestia’s school, but tossing mountains with no aim isn’t a very good skill. She was pink. Care to make a guess as to who?”

“Mistress?” said an unsure Wildfire.

“Indeed it was Mapper,” confirmed Tempest. “They had been together for a few years before I came along. Mapper has the telekinetic power to stop a freight train, and just enough skill to not crush it by doing so. After she made the rough sex comment I yelled back, ‘She was trying to kill me!’ but Mapper said, ‘She never misses what she is shooting at.’ Well, I said some more unkind things about the two of them and what I’d do once I got loose. Airy didn’t have anything nice to say about me either. That is when Mapper shoved our muzzles deeper so we both shut up. She then had tea in the storm using the two of us as her umbrella.”

Wildfire laughed hard, “That’s my new favourite story!”

“After her tea, Mapper released the two of us,” Tempest continued. “I called Airy some more names and she did the same. I tried to sucker punch her. Next thing I knew I was on my back and Airy asked, ‘Do you ever want to fly again?’, and I could feel the pressure on my wing joint. I said yes and she let me go. She then had the audacity to tell me to get a real storm because this training didn’t suck enough. Even commented that I might not be pony enough to get a real storm.”

Tempest nuzzled Wildfire, “I wasn’t about to take that crap from some mud pegasus. I put a tornado together and showed them what for. I put everything I could into that storm of a century, and I hoped they all drowned.”

“You didn’t really,” Wildfire asked, “did you?”

Tempest shrugged, “At the moment I did. I never had my tail hooved to me like that before. The next day at the weather office I get a letter. It was a letter of commendation to the pony that put together the storm for the military exercise. Said the weather pony in charge provided excellent training to make the exercise a complete success.” Tempest chuckled, “It was signed by Airmail, and it turned out she was some big wig officer in the military.”

“What happened after that?” asked Wildfire.

“There aren’t any pegasus bars in Trottingham, so the day after that Airmail flew up to Trottingcloud with Mapper on her back. She found me easy enough as us weather ponies tend to hang out at one bar. She came up to me and said, ‘Sorry about the feather.’ I cursed her and yanked out the lower half and tossed it to her saying, ‘You can have the rest.’ Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She put the feather in her mane and kissed me.”

“I bet you didn’t like that at all.” Commented Wildfire.

“Tartarus right I didn’t. Sure I like mares, but I still thought she tried to kill me,” responded Tempest. “I was about to put a hoof through her head when she said, ‘Do you still want to fly?’ I put my hoof back down and wanted to know why she kissed me. Told me that a half a primary was better than a whole one and kissed me again.”

“Did you fall for her?” Wildfire asked.

“Not right away, but we went out together as a threesome. I also found out that Mapper has an extensive toy bag,” Tempest giggled. “It did turn to true love for the both of them, and we made ourselves a herd. When Airy left the military the two of them moved to Manehatten, and I transferred to the weather service here.”

“Aww, that would make an awesome movie,” said Wildfire, “and still my favourite story.”

“I did a lot of growing up that day,” commented Tempest.

Wildfire nuzzled her marefriend, “Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m glad you aren’t a bully anymore. I don’t like bullies.”

“I’m glad I’m not a bully anymore too,” responded Tempest. “Class reunion I had a lot of apologising to do, and not everypony accepted my apologies.”

“At least you apologized. I don’t remember Blitzwing knowing how to say sorry,” muttered Wildfire.

Tempest smirked, “Blitzwing didn’t have a note sent via Airmail.”

Wildfire laughed, “Maybe he should’ve. They brought him to me in the hospital, still didn’t say sorry to me. All he was sorry for was him missing the faggot prince.”

“That is what the trip to Canterlot has turned into it seems,” Tempest commented absently.

“What?” questioned Wildfire.

“To prove a point,” explained Tempest. “Mares with mares, and stallions with stallions, but to the unaware eye it will just be couples enjoying the evening. Mapper is a very sneaky pony. We go in. Have a good time. Are polite through the evening. Then we do the reveal. Now what do they do? Toss us out for being unacceptable? After proving we are just normal ponies all evening? Yes, it is about being bullied because you seem different until the bully finds you are just the same as them.”

“You’re right,” agreed Wildfire, “It has turned into that alright.”

“It was about meeting your mum, love,” added Tempest, “and we can’t lose sight of that, okay?”

“No, we won’t,” Wildfire assured. “We need to see mum, then I need to see Hot Spot after.” Wildfire lightly ran her hoof over her facial scars. “I need to know why he dropped me, if he really thought I was useless.”

Tempest wrapped the diminutive pegasus in a hug, “Know that there are those that don’t believe you are useless.” She added a kiss, “No matter what another pony may have to say then, now, or later.”

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d come to the hospital and dismissed me himself.” Wildfire nuzzled the weather pony, “Dad had to pass the message on to me.”

“You know me and Airy will be with you, but we will let you face him alone if you want,” Tempest said. “You did do pretty well with Chief Rung.”

Wildfire kissed her marefriend, “I’d like you there. I feel twenty feet tall with you two next to me.” She giggled, “I still can’t believe I got the job. Chief Rung did seem impressed with what he looked up about me. Thank you for swaying it a little, Honey.”

“I only did one small thing twice,” said Tempest. “Made the appointment for us, and showed up with you. It was your own record and determination that did the rest.”

“That second one was a big one! He saw that you believed in me, and he told me that carried a lot of clout, so he believed in me as well.” Wildfire laughed, “He was impressed with my record. Getting suspended for disobeying orders while still in the reserve. He knew why I disobeyed them. Same thing I told Heatwave, I couldn’t let them burn.”

Tempest agreed, “What is the value of a life? How different is the value when given freely or taken forcibly.” She asked, “Do you keep track of them?”

“I did until my accident,” Wildfire answered. “Last I heard they were doing alright. They invited me to the colts’ birthday. Summer and Autumn were so thrilled to see their Aunt Wildfire.”

Tempest nuzzled, “Maybe some other ponies to look up?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Wildfire nodded, “the colts would be eleven now.”

Tempest said, “Maybe they will make you a grand aunt someday.”

Wildfire laughed, “Wouldn’t that be something? Think they would remember me? Or wonder why I didn’t go to their birthdays?”

“I don’t know,” Tempest said. “If I can remember somepony that tried to kill me, how much more would I remember somepony that saved me?”

“Guess you’re right,” Wildfire giggled. “I kinda wish you knew me back then, before all this happened.”

Tempest tightened her hug, “You wouldn’t be the Wildfire I love back then, and I might not be a pony you would have wanted to know either. Sure we might have hit if off if we both worked on the weather team in some backwater town or fighting fires in some tiny village.” She nipped and licked at a yellow ear, “I wouldn’t risk what I have now for what I might have had then.”

“Yeah, I was a right stubborn, temperamental, mule back then. Thought I knew everything better than anypony else,” said Wildfire. “I wasn’t a bully, but I didn’t exactly go out of my way to avoid a fight either. Truth was I’d been itching for a pop at Blitzwing for ages since he insulted Raid. Him having a go at Dusk in science class was all I needed.”

Wildfire reflected on that fateful day, “Twilight could’ve ended it in a heartbeat, but I had to get in Blitz’s face, didn’t I? Called him a few names and stung his pride. I wanted to throw a punch so I could deck him for hurting Raid. When he wound back he grabbed the first thing he touched, the acid beakers. That was the last thing I ever saw.”

“And here you are.” She gave Wildfire a kiss that lingered. “I do wish you had lived a better life, but I want to help you live a better life now.”

Wildfire nodded, “If I’d kept my muzzle out of it I would have lived a better life.” She nuzzled her marefriend. “Dusk tells it like I was a hero standing up for him. It wasn’t like that at all. Yet here I am, and I’m living that better life thanks to you and Pretty.” Wildfire snorted, “The joke is that Air Raid wasn’t worth it after all, was she?”

“Love,” Tempest led off, “fifteen years ago I could have been Air Raid. I’m sorry that she hurt you, but you are bigger than her. I won’t make an excuse for what she did, nor do I make them for what I’ve done. She is the one that has to own up to it, not you.”

Wildfire’s voice was flavoured with anger, “I was never anything serous to her! A blushing virgin she conquered on a cloud for a dare, just a bit of fun when she was in the mood! I realized that when she dumped me in the hospital.”

“And now?” Tempest asked. “The session on Thursday, the truth and dare for open mic on Friday. Having Airy mount you yesterday. Are you still a filly to be conquered?”

“I don’t know!” shouted Wildfire. “I learnt to get by, to survive the life I had!” She sniffed, “Part of me thinks I’m stronger for it, that I’m better than I was, but that scared little filly still in here!” she tapped her head with a hoof.

Tempest closed her eyes and let out a slow breath as she counted to ten. “You are a mare, love. A fully grown mare. “You are in charge of your life.” Tempest paused as she cuddled the mare, “That said, you don’t have to be alone. You don’t have to be in charge. You don’t need a Mistress, but you have those that will be your Mistress for you. You don’t need to be a Pet, but there are those that love you enough to hold your reins.” She kissed Wildfire with passion, “Be you, and live life to the fullest.”

“Right here, right now I’m happy. Wildflower’s happy.” She responded with her own passionate kiss. “I couldn’t imagine my life being this good last week, knowing I’m loved, and I’m not alone any more. It’s more than I dared dream it’d be.”

Tempest smiled, “You know who else you make happy by being happy?”

Wildfire thought about that for a moment, “My marefriends and the herd?”

“Your mum, Wildfire, your mum,” Tempest nuzzled her.

Wildfire sniffed loudly, “I do want her to be happy.”

“You can tell her on Thursday,” said Tempest, “we all can.”

Wildfire nuzzled into a cuddle, “Thanks Stormy.” She felt the violet mare relax, “You do give awesome cuddles, even if you make me cry.”

“Crying is like rain,” said Tempest. “It cleans and renews. Tears of happiness or tears of sorrow.”

“Sniffs of happiness in this case.” Wildfire moved deeper into the cuddle. “Hmm, can we stay like this until Pretty gets home?”

“Yes, love, we can.” Tempest pulled Wildfire’s head to her chest. “Can she take my place when she gets home?”

“Yeah, after she’s had a chat with Wildflower.” Wildfire kept her head pressed against Tempest’s chest. “I was a bit naughty earlier.”

“Oh, were you now?” Tempest asked, “What did Wildflower do to Mistress Airmail?”

“I pranked her,” Wildfire said. “When I went up with Lavender I pretended I didn’t get the job. I held it for at least a minute before I gave in and told her. Oh, I distracted Caffy, making her lunch late.”

Tempest giggled, “She isn’t as grumpy as me without food.”

“But she had a hostage,” Wildfire explained.

“Omega?” asked Tempest, and Wildfire nodded her head. “Since you went up with Lavender I figured she came down looking for lunch.”

“I think Lavender saw the funny in it, but I can’t blame Pretty for being annoyed,” continued Wildfire. “When we rode back up I asked her to play along.”

“Lavender is a prankster,” stated Tempest. “You fell in with the right mare.”

“She was the one going on about a hostage situation,” Wildfire said. “She played up big time too as we low crawled to the office.” Wildfire giggled, “Pretty took me into her office and that is when I pranked her. I was going to do it to you too, but I was so excited I couldn’t hide it.”

Tempest laughed, “I would have freaked. Out my window and into Rung’s.”

Wildfire giggled, “I’m glad I didn’t then. Hired and fired in the same hall hour. Pretty Mistress did mention a spanking later so it wasn’t for nothing.”

Tempest nuzzled an ear, “Oh, that will help you work up an appetite.”

Wildfire lifted her head to rest it on Tempest shoulder, “Made her promise no baby taps.” She chuckled, “An appetite for my weird Canterlot food?”

“Oh,” said Tempest, “I thought you were trying to get our stomachs ready so we don’t die of poisoning when we get there.”

Wildfire laughed loudly, “Dusk is the one that introduced me to the triple fried egg sandwich with chili and chutney. He saw it on this Sci-Fi show he likes. It’s actually very nice.”

“Yes, you can call in sick for us in the morning.” Tempest giggled and lowered her voice, “I like fried egg with mustard, and Airy puts salsa on her fried egg sandwich.”

“Then I get to care for my lovely marefriends all on my own,” Wildfire giggled. “I bet that would taste good too. We can try the triple with mustard and salsa.”

“Nope,” Tempest shook her head, “It will be chutney and that bottle of brown slime.”

“You don’t like brown sauce?” Wildfire questioned.

“First of all. Ketchup isn’t brown,” said Tempest, “and second you didn’t say what kind of chutney so I hope you like mango chutney.”

Wildfire giggled, “Mango chutney is perfect. Red sauce is for hayburgers, and brown is for chips.” She nibbled on the violet neck, “It’s a very simple dish to make. One simply fries three eggs. You place one on bread, then chutney, the second egg, then hot chilli, and the last egg with bread on top. Even I can do it.”

“If I break the yoke when I fry the eggs, will you fire me?” Tempest asked with a smile.

Wildfire laughed, “No, but I wouldn’t put a cloth on the table. It can get messy.”

“You’re the cloth mare.” Tempest asked, “Is it okay if I toast the bread?”

“Hmm,” Wildfire shrugged, “I’ve never tried that, but I don’t see why not.”

“Okay, I like to toast as it makes the bread a bit sturdier,” said Tempest, “and it justifies me getting a toaster.”

Wildfire giggled, “Might hold it all together better.”

“Yeah,” agreed Tempest, “right up till I bite it and the middle egg squirts out the back.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire laughed. “Or you can get creative like Vocal did once. He put jalapenos in Dusk’s sandwich.”

Tempest snorted, “I think the red chili is enough spice for me.”

“Me too,” agreed Wildfire. “D got him back though, laced Vocal’s with several laxatives. That made him sing alright.” She gave off a soft sigh, “Shame you didn’t meet Vocal Chord. He was a nice stallion most of the time.”

“I’ve heard his music,” said Tempest, “and you never know, might do a concert in Manehatten someday.”

“He does sing a decent tune; just don’t catch him on a weekend.” Wildfire giggled, “He was a pet then.”

Tempest giggled with her, “Caffy did say something about saucers of coffee under the table.”

“Yeah,” continued Wildfire, “it wasn’t like me or Serenity. Vocal went the whole nine yards. Pet bowls, pet bed, pet cage, and played fetch with a ball. Dusk put that collar on him and the inhibitor ring, and Vocal was a dog until it got removed.”

Tempest shrugged, “There’s weirder things out there. I don’t think I can go that far, myself.”

Wildfire smiled, “Hey, it worked for him. I sometimes teased him about it, but I thought I could give it a whirl. Like you said there are weirder things out there. I can’t judge, as I like having my tongue muzzle deep in your butt.”

“I didn’t hear my butt complaining,” Tempest giggled. “If you did give it a whirl you’d be sleeping at the bottom of the bed to keep my rear hooves warm.”

“You’re right it wasn’t complaining. Begging me to go deeper maybe, but not complaining,” Wildfire laughed. “So, you wouldn’t have me in a dog bed?”

“Hmm,” Tempest gave it some thought. “Would Wildflower want to sleep at the bottom of the bed to keep my hooves warm and clean, or in a doggie bed because she was being punished?”

“I’d only expect to warm your hooves if I was a good little pup. A naughty doggie gets the pet bed.” Wildfire laughed, “You could even get a ball with a bell in it so I can play fetch.”

Tempest nuzzled the diminutive mare’s ears. “If you really wanted that we would adjust and you know that. We don’t have a pet because we can’t give it the love and attention a pet needs. There are some games that are not worth playing.”

“I dunno, aspects of it have appeal, but I don’t think I could go all weekend like that.” Wildfire giggled, “I mean, a whole two days with no sex, and just saying woof all the time don’t really do it for me.” She rubbed her head against Tempest’s neck, “Besides you and Pretty are already doing enough to help me adjust by being my Mistress. I couldn’t ask you to be my owners too.”

Tempest snickered, “Good, because we might turn you over to Requiem. I’m sure she would be fascinated to have a full sized pony for a pet. Might get her a second doctoral thesis.”

Wildfire gave a sarcastic, “Woof!” She broke out in a fit of giggles, “I’m more than happy as we are, Honey, no worries there.”

“I’m back!” called out Airmail from downstairs. “Where are you guys?”

“Bedroom, Pretty, snuggling,” Wildfire called back.

Airmail walked into the bedroom to see the pair in the bed, “Started without me? Awwww, aren’t you a cute couple all snugly wuggly.”

“You can take over snuggle duties while I go make some gourmet Canterlot dinner.”

“Honey has been very snuggly during story time,” Wildfire said.

“Oh,” Airmail said as she climbed onto the bed, “what stories has Honey been telling?”

“My new favourite one,” answered Wildfire, “about an army pony who shot an annoying weather pony.”

Airmail laughed, “The half a feather story. She tell you I courted her?”

“I told her you were a sneaky pony,” interjected Tempest.

“Yuppers,” laughed Wildfire, “after you ended up muzzle deep in each other’s crotches.”

“Happens when you use a unicorn for peace negotiations,” giggled Airmail.

“The terror in pink,” added Tempest.

Wildfire sniggered, “Yeah, new favourite story. I especially like the ending in the bar.”

“Giving a primary feather is a sign of affection,” stated Airmail.

“It was half a feather!” Tempest exclaimed.

“Yes,” Airmail agreed, “so I should have said a sign of love.”

Tempest silenced Airmail with a deep kiss. “I heard somepony was a bad pony. Dinner will be in about an hour.” She released Wildfire and moved off the bed and out of the door.

Airmail moved up and wrapped Wildfire in a snuggle, “Did you enjoy the story on how we met, Wildfire?”

“Yeah, I did, it was sweet,” Wildfire said. “I’m glad Honey isn’t a bully anymore.” She nuzzled Airmail’s neck, “Snuggling was nice though and, I think I’ve put the finishing touches to a poem I’ve been tinkering with.”

Airmail slowly licked an ear, “Oh, that’s nice. I saw the donuts downstairs too.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire said, “I made sure I remembered to get them, with sprinkles!” She flicked her ears, “Wanna hear what I’ve come up with?”

Airmail lightly nipped an ear, “Well then, Wildflower, I guess you are just a bad pony and not a very bad pony. I think we can do two things at the same time, don’t you?”

“Oh…” Wildfire was unsure where this was going, but she did think it would be fun, “yes Mistress, we can.”

“Good!” Airmail said cheerfully. “I’ve been thinking about you being a teasing pony earlier today. You really did scare me.”

Wildfire’s ears wilted, “I’m very sorry, Mistress. It was a silly thing to do.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be sorry.” Airmail let loose her snuggle hug, “You were pretty free with other pony’s names too, Wildflower.”

“I was a very bad pony,” Wildfire said with a little nod.

“My lovely, beautiful, Wildflower.” Airmail moved on the bed so there was some space between them. “Now scoot to the edge of the bed so your hind legs are off and rear hooves on the floor.”

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire rolled to her belly and scooted off the edge of the bed so her hooves rested on the floor. ‘I’m in the perfect position for a spanking.’ She had to bite her lip to stop from giggling.

Airmail watched her marefriend move to the edge of the bed. With a flutter of wings she was off the bed and on the floor behind the yellow mare. The blue pegasus lifted her black tail to see Wildfire was more than ready for a spanking. ‘I wonder if she is ready for what I plan.’ “Wings up!” Airmail commanded.

Wildfire hesitated for only a moment before her wings shot up toward the ceiling. ‘Why my wings when I need to lift tail for a spanking?’ she thought. Then she heard the flutter of Airmail’s wings and felt her marefriend land on either side of her flanks. Wildfire felt the weight of Airmail’s body on her back and then that weight move towards her head. When she felt Airmail’s tail as it swished through her main did she realize that her lover’s butt and hind legs were pressed against her wings. Airmail’s light nip of her haunch confirmed where her marefriend’s head was.

“Wings down,” commanded Airmail. She enjoyed the embrace of Wildfire’s wings over her lower legs and flank. She ran a hoof under Wildfire’s tail as she ground her own marehood into Wildfire’s spine. “Are you a bad pony, Wildflower?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m a bad pony,” Wildfire agreed as she tightened her wings embrace.

Airmail brought both forehooves into play as the rubbed the fiery cutie mark and butt cheeks. She thought of what Mapper would do and spoke up, “Do you desire your Mistress administer correction for your failures?”

Wildfire couldn’t keep in the low moan of pleasure from the hooves on her lower body. “Yes Mistress, I require your correction so that I might become a good pony.”

“Are you ready to recite your poem?” Airmail continued to caress Wildfire’s hindquarters.

Wildfire started to relax under the attention, “I am, Mistress.”

“Very good, Pet,” The smile spread across Airmail’s muzzle. “You may begin after I pull your tail. Ready?”

“Yes Mistress,” Wildfire said in anticipation of what was to come.

Airmail reached down with her mouth and took hold of the tail. She yanked it up sharply and immediately smacked Wildfire’s ass with a hoof. She alternated hooves in rapid succession and wasn’t holding back.

Wildfire squealed with the first slap and moaned at the force of each strike. She was so caught up in the pleasure of the pain she almost forgot her Mistress’ command. “Once upon a time you came into my world and made the stars align…ah, Mistress…” She could feel Airmail wasn’t giving baby taps and had to work to keep her voice steady. “Now I can see the signs you pick me up when I get down so I can shine.”

Wildfire whimpered when a hoof split her folds. Her marefriend started to vary the speed and spacing of each stroke, and that made it difficult for Wildfire to concentrate on her poem. She gasped out, “Friends, you are in my life and you can count on me to be by your side.” She squeaked when one hoof probed her tail hole or pushed between the bed and her slit. The spanking never paused though as Airmail would switch which hoof was slapped down on her ass and which dug a toe into her sensitive flesh. “And the sound that we hear in our hearts makes a crescendo and the light that ignites in the dark it makes us all glow and shine like rainbows.”

The warm glow was had started to turn to pain. She had felt far worse though and drew comfort that her safe word would be respected, but Wildfire was determined to finish the poem. “Together we stand as the rain begins to fall and holding our heads up high.” She lets loose a higher pitched squeal as a hoof slams into her folds. “As the sun shines through it all we shine like rainbows!” Wildfire gasped out of breath, “Th-That’s it Miss-Mistress.”

Airmail switched from spanking to rubbing as she inspected her hoof-work. She took hold of the tail with one foreleg. “You can really see the red through your fur. It’s like your cheeks are blushing.” She gave each cheek a very frim pat and smiled at the gasp from the mare under her, “Such lovely cheeks too.”

Wildfire softly whimpered at the softer touch and moaned at the frim pats. “Th-Thank you, Mistress.”

Airmail moved her muzzle below the tail for closer inspection. She lapped slowly with her tongue, “I think you might be dripping, love.”

Wildfire noticed the strong scent of her own arousal, “Yes Mistress,” she said as a strong blush covered her face cheeks to match the one on her nether cheeks.

Airmail licked again, “You have received your correction well.” She giggled as she ground her own wet nethers into the backbone under her.

Wildfire squirmed beneath Airmail. The soft touch and scent of Airmail’s arousal added to her already horny state. “Thank you, Mistress.” Airmail continued to lap at her marehood and brought her free hoof to play under Wildfire’s tail. ‘I wish Airy would get stuck in.’ The build was so slow, “Please M-Mistress.” Wildfire begged.

Airmail giggled under the tail, “Is Wildflower begging?” She placed very light kisses along the slit.

“She isssss…” Wildfire let out a whinny, “Your Pet isssss…” Her concentration broken by a probing tongue, “Begging, Mistress!”

Airmail continued to slowly nip and lick, “I’m not sure. I only give good ponies release.”

“I can,” Wildfire squeaked in frustration, “be a good pony, Mistress.”

Airmail moved her free hoof between Wildfire and the bed till she found the nub to rub, “I was really worried.” A long slow lick.

“Gaaa!” Wildfire is caught up in the moment so close to her climax, “I’m soooo…ooooooh…ry, Misss….tressss.”

Airmail pulls her hoof out and started rubbing the flaming cutie mark, “Yes?”

The yellow mare whimpered in desperation, “I’m…sorry…ahh,” Wildfire cooed at Airmail’s touch. “I p-pranked you, Mistress.”

From the bedroom door, Tempest asked, “You up to your old tricks, Airy?”

“Hush,” Airmail said as she continued to rub Wildfire, “and I thought you said it would be an hour for dinner.”

Tempest shrugged her shoulders, “Canterlot cuisine isn’t as difficult as I thought.” She moved onto the bed in front of Wildfire, “She can keep it up for an hour or more, Wily.” Tempest laughed lightly, “Near release and then backing you down again.”

Airmail giggled as she moved her hoof back down between Wildfire’s legs, “What’s my record, Stormy?”

Tempest lightly kissed the panting Wildfire, “Two hours, thirty-four minutes with Serenity.”

Airmail put her tongue back to work and Tempest pulled away. Wildfire buried her face in the mattress and ground her hind legs together as she desperately sought release.

Tempest leaned forward quickly to lick one of Wildfire’s ears and then moved back. “I don’t think you’ll set a new record with Wily. She looks ready to burst.”

“She does have a slow,” Airmail paused to run her tongue through the cleft, “leak back here.”

Wildfire screamed into the mattress and then lifted her head, “Please let me come, Mistress, please!”

“Airy, you’re leaving a wet spot on Wily’s back.” Tempest commented.

Airmail flicked her ears and then dove in muzzle first between Wildfire’s legs. She used teeth and tongue while her hoof stoked the mare with vigour. Tempest sealed Wildfire’s mouth with a deep probing kiss. Both mares could taste Wildfire’s climax as she shouted into one and squirted into the other.

When Tempest pulled back from the kiss Wildfire slumped to the bed, “Thank you, Mistress,” she panted out.

Airmail did a little clean up and then she licked her muzzle, “She did finish in style.”

“That she did,” responded Tempest. “Sorry to have cut it short, but I didn’t want dinner to get cold. Think she can make it to the table?”

“Wings up!” commanded Airmail. She giggled as the wings barely lifted off her legs. The blue pegasus moved forward as she dragged her soaked self along the diminutive mare’s back. “I don’t know, Stormy. We may have to eat without her.”

“Triple fired egg sandwich, I’ll be there, Mistress. Just give me a moment,” mumbled Wildfire.

Airmail moved around the bed and hopped up to sit next to Tempest. “Wildfire, I love you.”

Wildfire smiled, “I love you too, Pretty, and you also, Honey.”

Tempest giggled, “Maybe we should carry her.”

“No, no,” said Wildfire as she backed off the bed to stand a little unsteady on her four hooves. “I can get downstairs.”

“Let’s see what wonders of Canterlot cooking await us!” Airmail led the way out of the bedroom. Tempest took the rear as she followed Wildfire out. ‘Just in case she stumbles on the steps,’ the violet mare thought.

As soon as Wildfire reached the bottom of the steps she announced, “Oh! That smells awesomes!”

“Yes, that is different,” said Airmail as she moved into the dining room. “Hey, fried egg sandwich and…where’s the salsa?”

“Sorry, Airy, but not tonight,” Tempest said. “For tonight we dine on haute cuisine from the fair capital of Equestria!”

“This!” Wildfire waved a forehoof with dramatic flair.” Is the best thing you’ll ever eat!”

Tempest saw Airmail move a hoof toward the sandwich, “No peeking, Airy! Just eat.”

“Fine, fine,” said Airmail suspiciously. “You first Stormy.”

Tempest took a big bite and managed to keep anything, other than sauce, from escaping. “Okay, that chili sauce is making itself known.”

Wildfire picked up her sandwich in hoof and took a big bite. Sauce dripped down her chin and on her plate.

Airmail giggled, “Well, Wily, did Stormy get it right?”

Wildfire struggled to swallow the huge bite she took. “By Luna’s starry mane she did! This kicks ass!” A smile spread across her muzzle from ear to ear, “Thanks, Stormy.”

Airmail looked at her plate, “Is this brown stuff, catsup?”

“Eat!” ordered Tempest.

“Okay, okay,” Airmail took a bite. “Okay, so it is good. I like the chili sauce.”

Wildfire giggled, “The best part is mopping up the spills and brown sauce with the chips.” She took a more reasonable sized bite.

“I see why you didn’t suggest a tablecloth for tonight,” Tempest said.

“Gotta think ahead,” said Wildfire. She sniffed at her plate and dipped the sandwich into the brown sauce for another bite. “Did you bring that pressie back, Pretty?”

“Arg, I knew I forgot something,” said Airmail. “Seeing you on the bed, and it slipped my mind. Yes, I brought it back, and it’s in my saddlebag in the bedroom.”

“What?” questioned Tempest. “The duckies are in the great room.”

“What?” responded Airmail.

Wildfire laughed, “Both of you will soon see.” She scooped up a few chips and turned to Tempest, “I gave Pretty a gift for both of you earlier today.”

Tempest laughed, “Was that before or after you teased her?”

“After, definitely after.” Wildfire munched on her chips and sauce.

Airmail also turned to Tempest, “And duckies?”

Tempest held her nose high, “I got bunnies and you got duckies, so that should let us know where we stand with Wily.”

“Hey,” interjected Airmail, “at least duckies can fly!”

Tempest sniffs, “Bunnies are much more huggable.”

“Hold up.” Interrupted Wildfire, “I had nothing to do with the wrapping paper…well, almost nothing. I could hear the clerk’s smile. It would’ve been a shame to let him down.”

Tempest and Airmail both laughed. Tempest said, “You’re so easy to tease, Wily.”

“I love you all the same,” added Airmail.

“My blushing flanks loves you to Pretty.” Wildfire noted she was out of chips and so she lapped up the last of the sauce. “There are two more wrapped pressies left in my bag. One is for duckie, and the other goes with the gift Pretty left upstairs.”

Both Airmail and Tempest copied Wildfire’s clean up technique. Airmail said, “After we get the dishes done we can check them both out.”

“Awesomes!” Wildfire gathered the plates at the table, “How was the rest of your day? Take any more hostages?”

Airmail gathered up the rest of the dishes while Tempest watched. “Were you afraid I might have taken Omega out due to lack of lunch?”

“Kinda, you did get it in the end though,” Wildfire said as she followed Airmail into the kitchen, “Honey let me know later a weather pony would have been in greater danger if she missed her lunch.” Wildfire smiled at the snort Tempest gave off. Once Airmail had put her dishes in the dishwasher, Wildfire did the same. “After story time me and Honey had a chat about Vocal’s little fetish.” The yellow mare lowered her voice to a stage whisper, “Think I worried her a bit.”

“Did you start barking and marking the bedposts?” asked Airmail who smiled when Tempest busted out laughing.

“No,” Wildfire giggled, “I just mentioned ‘some’ of it appealed. I couldn’t do the whole pet thing though.”

“I guess I can keep the saucers in the cabinet then,” Airmail said. “It will add meaning to your present you got me earlier.”

Tempest asked, “A leash and collar?”

Airmail snickered, “I guess she did forget something then.” After she added the soap, Airmail closed and started the dishwasher.

Wildfire face hoofed, “I forgot the leash!” She shrugged her shoulders, “I can get one later.”

“That was a joke, Wily,” Tempest said with a giggle. “You look better with a bit and reins than you’d ever look on a leash.”

“Oh, I knew that, was just testing.” Wildfire blushed as the other two laughed. “As for the pet thing, I mean, food bowls, doggie bed, and playing fetch I could handle. Even warming hooves at the bottom of the bed for a whole weekend, but no sex!” The mare shuddered at the thought, “That’s just too horrid to think about.”

The group moved out of the kitchen and Wildfire wished her blush would kindly bugger off as the other two mares laughed. She tried to change the subject, “Did you really make Serenity last two and a half hours?”

“I did!” Airmail said with pride. “It got to a point though were I just glanced at her and she came.” Airmail giggled, “Poor filly. Mapper told her not to, and her punishment! Oh, my…”

Tempest snorted, “Mapper horned her and she passed out from pleasure overdose.”

“Then we gave her a gothic make over!” Airmail concluded and joined Tempest in laughter.

Wildfire laughed with them, “Like we did to Dusky? My longest time holding it was an hour and a quarter.”

“That’s impressive,” Tempest said, “I might last, oh, fifteen minutes, right Airy?”

“Only if I’m not trying,” replied Airmail and they both giggled.

“I didn’t last very long at all with Raid on the stratus,” commented Wildfire.

Airmail nuzzled her lover, “Wildfire, you can last as long or short as you wish as long as we are having fun.”

Tempest lightly nipped a yellow ear, “Wildflower, on the other hoof, is so much more fun to tease.”

Wildfire flicked away her ear and sniggered, “In my defence I was being hoofed rather well. Well enough for me to pass out from pleasure overload.” She giggled, “And your Pet loves to be teased.”

“I loves you too,” responded Tempest. “Airy, go fetch the item you left upstairs, and we will get the other presents ready to be opened.”

“Okay, back in a moment,” Airmail used her wings to get up the stairs.

“Yay!” Wildfire did a little happy dance, “You’ll both love it!” Wildfire moved over to her saddlebag and sat next to it.

Tempest pulled her book off the shelf that Wildfire had gotten her to show to Airmail. She moved over to wait beside the yellow pegasus.

Airmail entered the room and pulled the collar out from under her wing, “This is what Wily dropped off at work today.” She placed the collar around the yellow neck with the blue side up. “Looks very nice, wouldn’t you agree, Stormy?”

“I have to agree, though you may have it upside down,” Stormy giggled, “This is what the bunnies brought me.” She held up the book with a hoof.

“A doorstop! That will be useful.” Airmail ignored the raspberry sent her way.

Wildfire hoofed the smaller wrapped package out of her saddlebag, “Here you go, Pretty. I hope you like it.”

“Duckies!” Airmail took the present and shredded the wrapping paper, “Die duckies, die! Oh, I've seen it, but I don’t have my own copy.” She gave Wildfire a long, slow, appreciative kiss, “Eeyup, this is a no yawner.”

“Glad you like it,” said Wildfire as she reached in to pull out the other wrapped package. “I have a music CD and some perfume too, but this is for the both of you.”

“You can put the music CD where you like, Wily, so you can find it.” Tempest said as she inspected the package. “Rarity’s Recreations. My, this must be something special.”

“It can’t be what Mapper ordered,” said Airmail. “Still a week to go on that item.” Airmail took the bag from Tempest and opened it carefully. She laughed, “I’m not sure how good Stormy would look with a feathers sticking out her ass.”

“Ha, ha, tickle my fanny, ha,” Tempest deadpanned as she looked at the duster in Airmail’s hoof.

Wildfire laughed, “I might just do that.” She was sure she could feel Tempest’s blush.

“She is a dusty old mare.” Airmail watched Tempest blush harder, “Can you feel the heat from those violet cheeks, Wily?” She smiled at the well-deserved raspberry, and opened the larger of the inner packages. “Woah, this is a very lovely purple outfit.”

“Aww,” Tempest said smoothly, “you’ll be at work all day tomorrow too. I know some filly that will be using the business end of that feather duster.”

“Yes I can, Pretty. Honey could warm the house with that.” Wildfire giggled, “You’ll put me to work then?”

“Yes I will, Wily, and I’ll be silently watching you as you work.” Tempest said with a smile.

Airmail inspected the contents of the smaller packages. “Maid’s outfit comes with panties and stockings. Oh, you got earrings too. You did go all the way.”

“Yup!” Wildfire said proudly, “I wanted to do it properly for the both of you.”

“Don’t wear her out tomorrow,” said Airmail, “I want to see her in action too.”

“You can always be ill tomorrow, Pretty,” Wildfire suggested.

“I’m taking vacation and I can’t leave Lavender hanging.” Airmail gave Wildfire a kiss, “We have a long time to play, my love.”

“I guess I’m just a bad influence,” Wildfire giggled, “I’m sure Honey won’t work me too hard.”

Airmail nudged Tempest, “That depends on how good you are with that feather duster.”

“Hush you,” Tempest laughed.

Wildfire put on her best Canterlot accent, “I think, madam, will find her maid very proficient with her duster.”

Tempest giggled, “Well then, we will have to wear something else tonight.”

“Socks!” shouted Airmail.

Wildfire giggled, “You can’t beat socks.”

Airmail gave Tempest a kiss, “Please make us some popcorn.”

“We’ll be watching your movie tonight?” asked Tempest.

Airmail responded, “In socks!” She gave Wildfire a kiss, “Wait here, love, and I’ll get the socks.”

Tempest left for the kitchen and Airmail left for the bedroom. Wildfire moved over to the lounging pad in front of the television. ‘Popcorn and socks and the best two marefriends in the world! Can it get any better?’ She settled down and waited.
Airmail soon returned and draped socks over Wildfire’s foreleg. “Blue and purple for you. Yellow and purple for me.” Airmail put on her socks.

“Thank you, Pretty.” Wildfire put on her socks. ‘She didn’t even ask if I wanted help.’ Wildfire couldn’t hide the smile on her muzzle, and she leaned into the kiss Airmail gave her. “Love you.” You can smell the popcorn when Tempest walked in, “Love you too, Honey.”

“Here you go, love,” Airmail said, “yellow and blue for you.”

“Thank you dear, and I love you both.” Tempest set the popcorn in front of Wildfire and took the socks. She put them on and settled in on Wildfire’s left. “We do look sharp in our socks! I love those colours on you Willy.”

“I do love blue and purple as much as I love Pretty and Honey.” Wildfire giggled, “This popcorn smells wonderful!”

Airmail giggled, “Stormy is the queen of the microwave, and did you hear her say blue before purple?”

Tempest snorted, “I haven’t set the microwave on fire, and I’m sure it was some sort of alphabetical thing.”

Wildfire shook her head, “Nope, it is because I met blue first, and in memory of that awesome preening job it is blue and purple.”

Tempest sniffled for a few moments before she lost it and giggled, “I might just wear her out tomorrow, sorry Airy.”

Wildfire giggled and asked, “Now who is teasing who?”

Airmail and Tempest looked at each other and together they said, “You are!” All three burst out in laugher.

Wildfire put on her most innocent voice, “I never tease anypony…much.” She was happy though, and thought, ‘Maybe I’ll get another cool spanking.’

Airmail put the DVD into the player and settled on Wildfire’s right as she reached for the popcorn. “Here we go!”

Between mouthfuls of her popcorn Wildfire said, “I love the Accountant in this movie.”

Airmail licked a kernel off of Wildfire’s check, “You must like ponies with a mission.”

“Yeah,” Wildfire agreed, “that and the pony playing him steals the movie. The little nuances he does.”

Tempest paused in her popcorn munching, “Wait? This is a movie about some pony escaping Tartarus to kill some other pony?”

“Yuppers, that’s right, Honey,” Wildfire said, “Milton has to get his grand-filly back from a cult, and the Accountant is tasked with getting Milton back to Tartarus.”

“That Charger is a sweet ride,” commented Airmail.

Wildfire nodded, “Muscle cars are sweet.”

Tempest returned with more popcorn, “How many ponies is he going to kill?”

“Lots!” laughed Airmail.

“Lots and lots,” sniggered Wildfire as she helped herself to more popcorn, “Oh, that mare, Piper has a sweet ride too.”

“Pfft, she was too easy to trick by just messing with her car.” Airmail said as she stuffed herself with popcorn. “Well, there goes the Charger, time for the Chevelle.”

Tempest stared wide eyed at the screen, “He just wiped out a whole bunch like it was nothing.”

Airmail nodded, “Gotta love that gun though. Celestia Killer.”

“Yeah, it is a pretty weapon,” Wildfire agreed. “I love the scene where Milton kills those hench-ponies while he’s bucking that mare. The Accountant is still my favourite though.”

“You notice the Accountant isn’t working too hard to get Milton back to Tartarus?” commented Airmail.

“No, and it is sweet that he starts helping him after a while,” said Wildfire.

After a few scenes, Tempest spilled some popcorn, “Wait! They can’t kill the foal!” She stood and the other too just smiled, “Yeah! Shoot that bastard! Alright…whaaaaa…did Milton just die?”

Wildfire was amused by her marefriend’s antics. “Well, kinda. His mission was done, so him and the Accountant went back to Tartarus.”

“Wait, he is back with the Accountant and…” Tempest sat back down, “And…” She shook her head, “Is that a pony skull?”

“Yes!” Airmail giggled, “Drinking to your health, love.”

“Yup,” Wildfire agreed, “he did say to Webster he’d drink the beer from Jonah King’s skull.”

“Ewww,” Tempest wrinkled her nose.

“At least it ends happy,” added Wildfire. “Piper raises the foal, Milton accomplishes his mission, and the Accountant gets to take him back.”

“Said he would escape again,” Airmail said with a sigh, “but they didn’t make a sequel.”

Wildfire also gave a sigh, “I hope they make a sequel at some point.”

Tempest shook her head, “That had more guts and gore than any of the war films.”

“Didn’t you like it, Honey?” Wildfire asked.

“It was crazy! Escape from Tartarus, kill a bunch of King’s minions, save a foal, and then go back to Tartarus.” Tempest giggled, “It was for a good reason I guess. It was to save his grand-foal.”

Wildfire smiled, “It was awesome!”

Airmail agreed, “A mess of kills, but that Celestia Killer was a cool weapon.”

“Yeah, the way it just blew him apart and sucked him into oblivion!” Wildfire said energetically.

Tempest asked, “I wonder why they didn’t call it Luna Killer?”

Airmail laughed, “Luna would have killed them for it!”

Tempest smiled, “Aw, but Luna’s sweet, and squeals nicely too.”

“You should know,” Wildfire said. “Tell you what though, that old style Chevy at the end was beautiful.”

“Hot cars and fast mares are a great combination,” Airmail said.

Wildfire nodded, “And that, Pretty, is why I like this movie.”

Airmail yawned and Tempest spoke up, “I saw that!”

Airmail shook her head, “Doesn’t count! Movie was over.”

Wildfire laughed, “I heard it too, totally counts.”

Airmail snorted, “Pony that gets up at five thirty a.m. here, and I’m ready for bed.”

Wildfire nuzzled the mares on either side of her, “I could do a snuggle or two in bed.”

“Let’s do hoofies for middle spot,” suggested Airmail.

Tempest counted to three and both her and Airmail held their foreleg out with hoof down, and Wildfire held her foreleg out with hoof up. “You’re the first out Wildfire,” Tempest said. “You have the left furthest from the door.”

Tempest counted to three and held her foreleg out straight while Airmail did hoof down again. “I win,” Tempest exclaimed. “I’m the mare in the middle!”

“Then alright,” Wildfire said, “your left side will get the best snuggles.”

Tempest smiled, “I expect nothing but the bestest snuggles.”

“I can give up my snuggles to you,” said Airmail.

Wildfire giggled, “I give bestest snuggles.”

“A snuggle contest it is.” Tempest held a hoof to her chest, “I will judge, of course.”

Wildfire reached over Tempest to lightly poke Airmail, “Sorry Pretty, no contest, my snuggles rule.”

Airmail smirked, “I have time and experience though, Wily.”

Tempest stood up, “I know I’m going to be the winner!”

Airmail and Wildfire stood, and Wildfire admitted, “Hard to beat such experience, but I have youthful energy!”

Airmail led the way out of the room, “Let the snuggling begin!” Both Tempest and Wildfire cheered.