In the pitch darkness of the master bedroom, Wildfire lay quietly dozing next to her remaining sleeping marefriend. Airmail had already left to go to work at the Manehatten Times at five a.m., pausing as she did so to kiss both of her herd-mates goodbye as was her daily custom. That was what had woken the yellow pegasus, along with the infernal alarm clock. Wildfire wasn’t sure what time it was now, or how long she had been laid there with Tempest’s body heat and her loud snores for company. The morning pony knew she was bored though.

The blind mare tossed and turned a few more times, but no matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t any closer to getting back to sleep. ‘Hmph...I'm not getting back to sleep am I?’ She thought to herself as Tempest gave a particularly loud snore. ‘Uugh…what can I do now?’ She rolled over in the bed once more, thumping her scarred face into the fluffy pillow before she gave up completely. ‘I know, I'll go for a walk…I bet the lake is awesomes in the morning…’ with that thought in her mind, she got herself very carefully off of the bed so as not to wake the sleeping Tempest, though she doubted if a bomb blast would wake her up.

Walking as quietly as she could, Wildfire collected her tablet, unplugging it from its overnight charge, from its place at the right of her keyboard next to the knotted USB cables in the office. While she was there she checked the time, surprised when it turned out to be seven thirty a.m. ‘huh…Pretty’s been gone two and a half hours…’ she thought, fluttering her yellow wings and making her way down the stairs to the dining room and trotting to the back door. Picking up her bag, making sure her tablet was secure, she opened the back door and trotted out onto the wooden decking, leaving for a very early morning walk around the lake.

Roughly fifteen minutes after Wildfire left the house, Tempest rolled over in the bed and, feeling that the bed was empty but for her, groggily roused herself to consciousness. “Hmm…W-Wily?” She asked aloud to the empty bedroom. Feeling around the bed with wings and hooves and again getting nothing the violet mare half crawled, half slid from the bed and opened the thick curtains to let in the early morning light from the newly risen sun. Turning, she looked around the room with bleary blue eyes and saw that the bedroom was indeed empty.

“Huh…” Trotting out of the bedroom, she checked the office and again finding nothing except the missing tablet from its regular place at the side of her herd-mate’s terminal, she noted the flight headset was still there to the left of Wily’s keyboard and then used the bathroom before going down the stairs. “Wily?” She called out into the dining room. ‘Hmm…’ Hearing nothing she trotted around the lower rooms, checking the kitchen and then the living room, in her haste she overlooked the little note that was on the living room table. Seeing nothing, she looked out into the backyard and found a whole load of nothing there too.

Out on her walk, Wildfire paused at the far end of the lake to record her poem. She was confident that she knew where she was due to the winding arc of the dirt path that wound around the lake. She stepped off of the path to the grass and laid down by the crystal clear fresh smelling water amongst the sweet smelling daffodils and daisies and took her tablet from her saddle bag to record the poem she recited to Airmail yesterday.

For some reason Wildfire found she had to make a couple of passes at the recording as what her Pretty had done to her on the large bed kept making her forget some of the words. And she kept biting her lip as her wings kept wanting to get stiff. Finally, after ten to fifteen minutes she managed to finish her recording, and she put her tablet away in her saddle bags, content to just sit and enjoy the sounds and smells of the lake for a few moments longer.

At a loss for what to do, Tempest decided to check her phone for any emails. She found the usual ones related to work and the spam from companies she shopped at very often, like MiAC, but none from her little yellow mare. ‘Uugh…where in Equestria is she?’ She wondered to herself, and she looked at her phone again, remembering what was missing from the office upstairs. ‘Wherever she is, she took her tablet…’ with a sigh, she picked up her phone again and dialled Wildfire’s tablet.

Sat by the lake, Wildfire had just taken a bite out of a bunch of daisies, to see if they tasted as good as they smelt, ‘Awesomes, they do!’ she thought with a smile as she heard the unfamiliar music that was her tablet’s ringtone. ‘Who’s calling me?’ She wondered, hoofing it out of her saddle bag to her ear. “Um...hello?” She asked cautiously.

“Hi love,” came Tempest’s somewhat relieved voice from the device’s speaker. “Where you at?”

“Hey Stormy,” Wildfire smiled, getting comfortable again in the grass. “I'm at the far side of the lake, I was up and I felt like a walk but I didn’t want to wake you,” she explained before a thought struck her. “Um…didn't you get the note I left?”

Tempest gave the kitchen and the dining rooms a very quick once over, and still found no note. “No, where did you leave the note? I don't see it in the kitchen or the dining room, and it wasn’t on my computer.”

“I left it by the labeller on the living room table...” Wildfire replied before facehooving as a stark realisation hit her that even if Tempest had found it, she wouldn’t be able to read it. “Oh…”

“Okay,” Tempest said quickly, burying her irritation – something that had become rather a habit over the last four days, though not for very much longer – as she answered. “I didn't check there. So, have you had breakfast yet?”

“No Honey,” Wildfire didn’t think three mouthfuls of wild daisies counted. “I just got my tablet and came straight out.”

An idea wormed its way into Tempest’s brain. “There are picnic tables by the swimming area. You know where that is?”

“Yuppers, it’s not far from the end I'm at now I think.”

“You like cold cereal and fresh fruit?” Tempest asked as she trotted into and looked about the kitchen for inspiration.

“Ooh yuppers!” Wildfire had a sudden hankering for apples, “I can go for that.”

“Okay Wily, I'll meet you at the picnic area.” Tempest was opening kitchen cupboards and investigating the pantry as she spoke, making mental notes of what to bring. Luna above was she tempted to bring just peaches and celery, but decided that would be just mean. “Don't rush to get there.”

“Okies Honey,” Wildfire smiled, getting up from the grass with a bit of a stretch, “I'll make my way there now.”

“See you in a bit, love.” Tempest hung up her phone, and with a few choice expletives reverberating around the townhouse’s kitchen, the violet mare proceeded to make up a breakfast basket consisting of: Oatieo's, two one pint cartons of cold milk, as well as several fresh grapefruit halves, apple slices, orange sections. Packing the Oatieo’s first, she dug out a couple of bowls, small plates and spoons and packed those next, followed by the milk and the selection of fresh fruit each in their own little Tupperware container to keep them separate. Happy she had everything she needed, she took the basket handle in her mouth and flew out of the back door to the picnic area at the far side of the lake.

Having easily reached the picnic area, as it wasn’t very far away and she remembered where it was from previous visits to the lake, Wildfire sat herself at one of the wooden bench tables, humming away happily. ‘The lake really is lovely in the morning…I need to do this with the foals,’ she thought to herself.

Fifty feet up, and Tempest’s keen eyes quickly spotted Wildfire seated alone at the picnic tables. Hovering in place she decided to have a little fun with her little lover. Diving, she landed quickly and before the yellow mare’s sense of smell kicked in she put the basket on the table and gave Wildfire a deep kiss to her lips. “Good morning!”

“MmmMM!” Wildfire was so surprised her wings popped open as she returned the kiss, then her brain and her senses caught up, the scent of sandalwood telling her who this was. “Morning, Honey!”

Snickering at the impressive wingboner, and rather pleased at being the cause of it, Tempest set out the Tupperware containers of fruit – taking the tops off so the blind mare could smell the contents - and the cereal bowls. Still giggling, she filled the bowls with a generous serving of Oatieo's and added the milk for them both. “It’s a lovely morning for breakfast outside.” She commented as she took a seat opposite the little yellow mare.

“It really is,” Wildfire smiled as she took a few slices of the apples and oranges onto her plate next to her bowl. “The lake is beautiful in the early morning, it smells so fresh!”

“What time did you leave this morning?” Tempest asked between mouthfuls of her cereal.

“Um…” Wildfire took a bite of her cereal as she thought, “the tablet said it was seven thirty...” she rubbed her forehooves together, “I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“It's okay love,” Tempest grimaced but hoped her voice sounded cheery. “I didn't reach worried. You've told me how much you wanted to go to the lake to write so I guessed that is what you did. You can always leave a text message for me and Airy or send us an email too if you're going to be gone for a long time.” The violet mare consumed three more quick mouthfuls before she spoke again. “Now, if you had left your tablet at home I would have started to worry.” She giggled, her ire leaving her as her belly filled up. “Did you get any writing done this morning?”

“Well, I was just dozing after Airy kissed me goodbye,” Wildfire took a couple more – relieved – bites of her cereal, “So I thought I'd come out for a bit, not that I didn't like laying there listening to you snore.” She giggled, “yuppers, I recorded the poem I recited for Airy last night, minus the spankings of course.”

Tempest couldn’t hold back her giggle, no matter how hard she tried. “Airy spanked you while you recited poetry?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire giggled as well as she reached for the apples and oranges. “Two things at once she called it, made my ass blush before the excellent edging treatment.”

“Did you have fun?” Tempest asked carefully.

“Hmm…Mmm…yup,” Wildfire chewed and swallowed the fruit before getting more of the cereal in her bowl and feeling around for the milk. “Both bits, though I've never recited poetry while being spanked before.” She giggled and poured in the milk, “it almost put me off the words.”

Tempest watched, again impressed how deftly and assuredly the little blind mare went about serving herself at the picnic table. “Hmm…I think that would have been Airy's intent. So, read me what you got.”

“Oh, okies!” Setting down her spoon on the wooden table, Wildfire recited;

Tempest smiled as Wildfire finished her little recital. “Colourful, Wily.”

Wildfire swallowed an orange slice and smiled ruefully, “it’s easier to record it when your marefriend isn't tanning your hide with an intent to teach you a lesson about pranking.”

“Oh, I don't know,” Tempest snickered, “it could add a rhythm or cadence to your words.” She giggled before she asked something that had occurred to her. “So, you miss them, Wily?”

“There was a rhythm alright,” Wildfire laughed out loud, “though me squealing in pleasure wasn't originally part of the poem.” She giggled as she thought about Tempest’s question. “Miss what, the spanks?”

‘She’s so cute when she’s oblivious…’ Tempest thought with a loving smile as she put her forehoof on Wildfire’s own. “The rainbows, Wily.”

“Oh...um…” Wildfire put her spoonful of cereal down it the bowl. “Yuppers, I guess I do, Honey.” She replied a little sadly. “I remember what they look like, 'course I do, but...I dunno...”

“I'ts okay to miss what you've lost.” Tempest squeezed Wildfire’s hoof affectionately, “then you can reflect and hold more dear what you do have.”

“Being blind, everything being black, I sorta got used to it, y'know?” Wildfire replied as she moved her other hoof over and held Tempest’s. “It never really bothered me before I came here.”

“Your poems put images in our minds.” Tempest said kindly. “I can close my eyes and see the rainbow. We are a herd Wily. We share our joys and our sorrows.”

“It’s...it’s silly…”

“Oh, and just what is so silly?” Tempest leant over the table and nuzzled the little blind mare before she sat and attempted to eat a grapefruit half without squirting herself.

“It’s not fair!” Wildfire suddenly stomped her hoof on the wooden table, rattling the bowls and plates. “I...I just want to see you, all of you, just once!” The yellow pegasus sniffed, “even for just a second, I'd like to properly see you.” She waved a hoof in the air, imitating feeling a pony’s face. “B-But not like this, I want to see your coat, your mane, things that touching you won’t tell me...but I can’t can I?” She asked sadly, “it'll always be black.”

Again, Tempest leant over and affectionately nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek. “It is your world now Wily. Yes you can't touch colour, but you can touch fur. You can't tell me from across a room but you know the sound of my voice. You still remember the rainbows. How you see me in your mind is who I am.” She placed a very tender kiss on Wildfire’s lips. “Even if you see me as a stick pony.”

“I hate this though!” Wildfire exclaimed, feeling like she hadn’t felt since that day so very long ago when she had awoken in the hospital in Canterlot. “Sure I have an image of you in my mind but it’s like you looking at a sculpture in the dark, you don’t get the whole thing!” She turned her head down. “I hate it. It's foalish but I just hate it.”

Tempest looked at her diminutive marefriend with an enormous degree of sympathy, but before she could say anything, Wildfire forged ahead. “I want to see YOU, Tempest, what you really look like, not what I think you look like. As I said it didn't bother me much before, at the care home, I was glad I couldn't see them and what they were doing to me.”

“Let's talk to the unicorns.” Tempest said, an idea kind of formulating in her mind. It was the longest of long shots, she didn’t even know if it was possible or not, she just wanted to cheer up her lover. “Maybe they can do image projection. Not seeing with your eyes, but maybe seeing with your mind so you can really see us?”

“Hmm…maybe.” That sounded like illusions to her, and she knew from Darkstar that they were doable. Her mood lifted by the new possibility, she smiled. “I know when Mistress Luna fixed my wings that I'll never see again properly, everything's melted. Even if I had eyes the nerves are too damaged anyway, but an image projection, it’s far more than I could ever hope for.”

“I don't want to set your hopes to high.” Tempest said carefully, “Unicorns can do some amazing stuff, but I don't know squat about unicorn magic.”

“No worries, Honey.” Wildfire quietly finished her cereal. “I’ve learnt over the years not to hope for too much.” She smiled a sad reticent smile. “I’m sorry Tempest. After everything you've done for me I must sound like the most ungrateful little filly in the world.”

“No love,” Tempest said as kindly as she could, “you sound like somepony that has discovered a whole new world and wants to explore as much as she can as soon as she can.”

“Yuppers…” she said, then she lifted her head up with a loud series of giggles, “then I can finally get a good look at these wonderful old mares I share my life with.”

“Old?” Tempest snorted loudly into her now empty cereal bowl. “Is my little Wildflower wanting some loving attention from her ‘old’ Mistress?”

“Um…maybe, I mean, if that’s alright?”

“Now we are being indecisive?” Tempest raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm, you are being extra naughty today aren’t you?” She asked with a giggle.

Wildfire let out a giggle. “I guess I'm just good at being naughty!”

“So it seems, my dearest Pet, but sadly you are not dressed for the occasion.” Tempest smiled as she began to pack the detritus of their breakfast back into the wicker basket. “Let’s have a lovely stroll back home.”

“Sounds good, Honey.” Wildfire giggled, wondering what her Mistress had in mind for her. “Thank you for the breakfast.”

Packing up the last of the things in the basket, Tempest leaned in close to Wildfire’s ear and whispered. “You're going to need the energy.” She giggled and placed the basket on her back for the walk back home around the lake.

“I do appreciate that you do this for me as well, Mistress.” Wildfire said quietly as she got on the larger mare’s left side, using her wingtip keep contact as she walked along the dirt path.

“I believe Airy has had more chances than me to have some fun so I'm looking forward to our day.” Tempest said, a fun idea coming to her, she’d have to see if Wildfire was agreeable to it when they were back home. “I do have to leave for work at four this afternoon though. I'm sure you can find a way to properly greet Airy when she gets back.”

“Oh, certainly Mistress.” Wildfire nodded with a smile. “Um…Mistress?” She asked, “you do have as much fun as I do when we play, don’t you?”

Tempest didn’t answer straight away. Instead she slowed her walking pace as she considered her answer carefully. “That is a good question, and I really don't have a good answer yet. That time in the bed with you was fantastic. You indulged me with some water sports, something Airy only does for me, and not for herself. Can you understand that? We do things for others in the herd even if it isn't on top of our list of things to do.”

“Yuppers, I understand it.” Wildfire replied quickly, wanting to show she did get it. “Like, we do things for the other herd members because they really like it even if we ourselves don’t get off on it as much?”

“Yes, that is the truth.” Tempest said, unable to keep the relief from her voice. “Mapper is a good Mistress as she is a Mistress. Airy has fun with your discipline. I don't think she really enjoyed the riding crop as much as you did, but she did enjoy using her hooves on your ass. I don't know if I can be the Mistress that Mapper is, but I'm willing to try. I'm willing for you Wily, pardon, Wildflower. I love you, and your happiness matters to me.”

“I really did enjoy that crop,” Wildfire said with a dreamy tone to her voice. “I did make rather a mess on the floor though.” She giggled and nuzzled Tempest’s neck as they walked along the dirt path. “You don't have to be the same as Mistress Mapper, just be you, like you were when I ‘forgot’ the lid off the garlic butter.”

“That was fun.” Tempest giggled, “I guess I just need to grow into the role of Mistress.” She nuzzled the little yellow mare, “do you trust me with that?”

Wildfire didn’t have to even think of her answer. “I trust you, all of you, completely Tempest. And, I trust my Mistresses too.”

“Good,” Tempest smiled. “I remember Ser reported you did very well cleaning the stallion's room a few days ago.” She smiled again, her idea all nice and formed. “Now, let’s get my pretty maid dressed up and see how you do with a whole house.” She finished with a tiny kiss to Wildfire’s lips.

Smiling, Wildfire returned the kiss. “As it happens, I know my way around a duster, Mistress.”

“I'll be watching!” Tempest nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek and kissed her ear, “oh yes I will.”

“I hope so,” Wildfire nuzzled the larger mare in turn. “Else, I might forget to wiggle my flank for you while I'm working.”

“Yes, and you might let me get an eye full of those panties!” Tempest smiled and paused as a thought came to her. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course Mistress, anything.”

“The maid uniform you bought is very pretty.” Tempest said, choosing her words carefully. “Is there a reason you choose purple though?”

“There is,” Wildfire replied with a nod of her head. “I thought the purple would go well with my yellow fur, and well, I thought you'd like it too.”

“I do like it.” Tempest said firmly. “I remember Airy teasing me about you saying blue and purple. I'm guessing you know Airy and I tease each other a good bit.”

“Yuppers, it's fun to listen to you two.” Wildfire smiled as they walked off of the dirt path and onto the grass of her back yard. “I'm sorry if it sounded like I was picking favourites Mistress, I didn't mean to.”

“Love,” Tempest said, for the umpteenth time counting down from ten to one to keep her emotions in check, as she trotted ahead on to the wooden decking and hoofed open the back door. “There can be no favourites in a herd.” She explained this very slowly indeed. “We are one for it. And you can always say no to a herd-mate. I hope you don't have to, but you need to know you can.”

“I know Mistress,” Wildfire confirmed, missing entirely the exasperated tone in Tempest’s voice. “And, I'd say if you did anything I was too uncomfortable with.” She added as she followed Tempest into the townhouse.

Tempest took a minor diversion to dump the wicker basket on the kitchen table, then she trotted back and gave Wildfire an affectionate kiss to her cheek. “I love you, and I'll love you always, and now we are home at last. Do you need help with the outfit?”

“I love you too Mistress.” Wildfire smiled as she found Tempest’s cheek and kissed it gently. “I should be ok, although Ms. Spools at the shop helped me with it, and that gave me an idea what goes where. You don't have to worry too much Mistress, there isn't much I'm not willing to try, at least once.”

Tempest giggled. “We'll see about that when I put you on a hay and alfalfa diet. Go get dressed and I'll come up to add that last bit to your outfit.”

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire turned to the right and found the stairs where she had left them. “I do have a question about that later, by the way.” She said over her shoulder as she trotted up the stairs.

While Wildfire took herself off upstairs to get dressed, Tempest returned to the kitchen table and began to empty out the basket. She put the Oatio’s away in the wall cupboard and took the dishes and the empty Tupperware containers to the sink to wash later before putting the half full milk cartons back in the fridge. Once that was taken care of, the violet mare went through to the living room where she at last found the braille note that Wildfire had left for her.

Upstairs, Wildfire felt her way along the short hallway to the master bedroom, and following a very brief investigation of the closet, laid out the purple maid's uniform on the large bed and, starting with the corset, shimmied it over her head and put her forelegs through the holes.

Once that was on, Wildfire started pulling on the four white frilly tipped socks, starting with her hind legs first. ‘Oooh, these feel nice!’ She thought as she then pulled up the purple panties, reaching around her back to thread her black tail through the hole, securing them on her hips.

Picking up the braille note from the living room table, Tempest smiled. 'I'll have to have my Pet read this too me', she thought with a giggle and then she took herself and the note upstairs, where she saw Wildfire delicately putting the white headband on her head before slipping her hooves into the four purple slippers. For just a moment thee violet mare paused in the doorway and whistles appreciatively as she feasted her crystal blue eyes on the view sent straight from her dreams.

Wildfire heard the whistle from her marefriend and smiled, “like what you see Mistress?” She asked with a wiggle of her flanks.

“Hmm…I do like the view,” Tempest smiled a predatory smile. “You’re almost done, but you are missing a little something...”

Wildfire turned to the sound of Tempest’s voice, all confused. “Is there something I missed, Mistress?” She had the corset, the frilly skirt, the panties and socks, she even remembered the headband. Wildfire didn’t think there was anything she missed, but there must be.

“Yes there is,” Tempest replied kindly, “but you can't put it on.” She walked over and gently nuzzled her little maid’s cheek. “Do me a favour while I go get it.” The weather pony flicked the piece of paper across Wildfire’s nose. “Maybe you can read this for me?”

“Yes Mistress!” Taking the note in her left forehoof however, Wildfire immediately recognised what it was, and with a very, very deep blush she groaned out a long groan. She didn’t need to, but she ran her right hoof over the series of bumps that made up the words anyway. “It says 'Honey, gone to lake, taken tablet to write, not be long, Wily'.”

Tempest giggled as she walked across the bedroom to the nightstand by the bed. “In future if you leave it on my keyboard I'd find it. Then I can play detective and decipher it.” She giggled again as she reverently picked up the two tone blue and violet collar. “This was a lovely gift you gave Airy yesterday for the both of us.”

“I um…I'm sorry Mistress,” Wildfire said, “I didn't stop to think you couldn't read it.”

“You're going to teach us though, aren't you, Pet?”

“Yes Mistress, I'd love to!” Wildfire exclaimed, her smile back in place.

“You know what I like most about this?” Tempest asked, somewhat rhetorically, as she turned the collar over and admired it from a multitude of angles in the sunlight that streamed in through the bedroom window, and after a moment she closed it very gently around her Pet’s neck.

‘Oooh…’ Wildfire smiled as she felt the small weight of the collar around her neck coupled with the slight constriction there when her Mistress tightened the buckle. “What’s that, Mistress?”

“It's reversible.” Tempest explained simply. “I have violet over blue right now.” She studied the pretty little maid a little closer. “Didn't you get earrings for this?”

“I did, Mistress.”

Looking around the bed, Tempest quickly found the earrings in question and clipped them to her Pet’s yellow ears. “Have you ever thought of having them pierced?”

“No Mistress,” Wildfire replied with a shake of her head. “I can have them done, if you wish?”

Tempest kissed Wildfire’s lips. Because while she was kissing her she wasn’t tempted to yell at her. “We'll talk about it another time.” She said finally when she trusted herself to speak. “Now, bow or braid ribbon? Mistress wishes to braid your mane. Lie down please.”

“Yes Mistress.” Obediently, the diminutive yellow pegasus laid down upon the bedroom floor.

As Tempest proceeded to Prench braid the bangs of her Pet’s black mane with the ribbon, she admired her again. “You are one sexy little mare.”

Almost literally, Wildfire glowed with the praise. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Now, I’m sorry, but that tail of yours is providing just too much coverage. If you know what I mean.” Tempest giggled once she was done braiding the black mane. “I think I'll just wrap the tail sleeve around the top part and add this pretty bow.” As she did so, she kissed her fireball cutie mark. “Rawr!”

“I know what you mean, Mistress.” Wildfire giggled and wiggled her flanks at the touch of her marefriend’s lips.

“Ahem…” Tempest took the time to affect a really bad Canterlot accent before she spoke next. “Wildflower, I dare say this entire house is rather dusty. May hap you will swish your duster about and dust the dust away. I shall lounge here on the bed to observe your fastidiousness.”

Trying not to smile too much, Wildfire stood and performed a very low bow that had her muzzle touching the floor. “At once, my beautiful Mistress.” She replied in a clipped, proper Canterlot accent. Feeling for it on the bed, she took up the handle of the feather duster in her mouth and swished it over the nightstand, making sure to wiggle her ass as she did so.

Laying back on the large bed, Tempest set about enjoying the show and tried very hard to not giggle at Wildfire's enthusiasm as she finished dusting the left nightstand and sauntered her way around the foot of the bed, keeping her head high to start work on the other nightstand and lowered her head to start at the floor, her barely covered ass raised up high.

Wildfire hummed happily to herself, entirely lost in her own little universe as she raised her head, swishing the duster over the nightstand as she went. Taking special care to dust the alarm clock before starting on the dresser with long well-practiced strokes. This was very familiar from her time at the home and, while the yellow pegasus was well aware of where she was and whom she was performing for and why, she still took pride in a job well done.

Watching her with the eyes of a hawk, Tempest began to hum a classic tune while her Pet finished up with the dresser and moved onto the writing desk, carrying on with her clockwise route and starting at the bottom of each leg.

“Thath a nith une Mithreth.” Wildfire mumbled around the handle of the duster she held in her mouth.

“Is my Pet familiar with Flank Sineightra?” Tempest asked from her excellent vantage point on the bed.

“Eeth Mithreth.” Wildfire replied as best she could while she swished the duster over the top of the writing desk, adding a generous wiggle of her flanks for good measure as she raised her black tail.

Smiling, Tempest began to hum a tune she knew called ‘I'm in the mood for love’.

“A ood hoith Mithreth,” Wildfire mumbled, but stopped herself from commenting further when an amount of drool leaked down the handle of the duster. ‘Most only know 'My Way'…’ she thought as she started on the walk in closet.

“Pretty, pretty Pet.” Tempest began to sing ‘Come Fly With Me’ as she watched her little Wildfire finish dusting in the closet. It was abundantly clear from her proficiency at her task that she had done this before, and while she was blind too, if her confident methodology was anything to go by. Tempest knew full well what that meant, and she decided to not dwell too much on that, rather she decided to enjoy the now.

“I believe I am done here Mistress.” Wildfire turned back to the large bed after completing her clockwise circuit of the master bedroom. “Please, where else may I clean?” She asked, performing another very low bow.

‘Luna damn it, she’d really do the whole house, wouldn’t she?’ Tempest reflected somewhat sadly. ‘This is supposed to be fun!’ She saw the danger signs of Wildfire slipping back to her ‘care home’ self, and decided to head it off at the pass and bring this experience back to what it should be. Fun. “Watching you has sapped my energy Wildflower. Put on some of that perfume you purchased yesterday as I want my Pet to be pleasant smelling. Then we will venture forth to Donut Joes so I can have some coffee.”

“At once, Mistress!” Wildfire hummed ‘Fly me to the Moon’ as she trotted over to the nightstand that had her poetry book and her perfume on it. Taking the bottle in her left forehoof she dabbed a little around her neck – above and below her collar, her ears, and her wingtips.

‘Hmm…better. At least she’s humming, so she’s happy…’ Tempest thought as she approached the little yellow mare. “Open your mouth.”

“Yes Mistress.” Immediately and without question, Wildfire opened her mouth wide.

Reaching for the purple bridle that she had taken from the toy bag in the closet, Tempest plucked the headband off of Wildfire’s head with her mouth and slid the bit of the bridle in to the crease of her mouth, and bridle straps over her ears before she put the headband back on. “I must show of my new maid to our neighbours.”

Wildfire gently shook her head, taking in the weight of the bridle and the reins. “As you wish, Mistress.”

A gentle tug of the reins and a short walk down the stairs found the two lovers this time at the front door of the townhouse. “Hmm…much nicer than a leash.” Tempest commented to herself as she allowed the reins to go slack and she moved in for a kiss. “Wily, will you accompany me for a coffee and a snack?”

Wildfire smiled around the bit in her mouth and returned the kiss as best she could, noting the use of her nickname rather than her Pet name, and switched modes accordingly. “I'd love to, Honey.”

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“Hi there Tempest!” Mocha, the tan coloured unicorn stallion who ran the Stallion Island outlet of Donut Joe’s, greeted the weather pony and her charge with a generous easy smile as they entered his shop. “And look here, it's the triple chocolate mare. Hello to you too.”

“You may have any beverage and two donuts you wish, Pet.” Tempest said authoritatively when they stood before the serving counter.

Wildfire giggled, “hello Sir.” She nodded politely to the two toned dark and light red maned stallion. “May I have a black coffee with two sugars please, and two of the most chocolatiest donuts you have, please?”

“Latte and two jellies for me, please.” Tempest placed her order.

“Coming right up,” Mocha said with a grin, “go have a seat.”

Nodding, Tempest led Wildfire across the red tiled floor of the donut shop to an empty booth and allowed her little maid to seat herself on the seating pad before she leant conspiratorially over the table and whispered, “The coffee here is so good because they get their beans from the Coffee Tribe. Caffy sells here at a discount so he can go out for coffee and not gag.”

Getting herself comfortable, Wildfire giggled, “I can imagine Mistress, thank you for allowing me to choose chocolate.”

“You worked so diligently this morning.” Tempest smiled appreciatively, “I want to keep your energy up.”

“I do appreciate it Mistress, I've always found cleaning to be a very therapeutic exercise.” Wildfire smiled a wide smile. “Thank you as well for allowing me to teach you braille.”

“It can come in useful.” Tempest considered the possibilities for when the braille would come in useful. “For instance, power outage, sleep walking and such…” she giggled as the food and drink arrived on a red tray surrounded in Mocha’s golden magical aura. “Wildflower, drink your coffee and you may eat one donut.”

Yes Mistress.” Sniffing out her triple chocolate donut, Wildfire took it in her mouth and nibbled it, taking a very tiny bite out of the side. Chocolate had been a very rare treat at the home, and she had learnt not to eat it too quickly. “It’s actually not hard to learn once you get started.” She commented then took a sip of her black coffee.

“I don't suppose it is,” Tempest agreed around a mouthful of jelly donut. “Just a matter of practice, I'd guess.”

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire leant in and took another nibble and followed it up with choccy powered yumming noises. “The hardest thing I found in the hospital was memorising the sequence of dots that make up the letters.”

“I will be a good student.” Tempest snickered, “I don't want a spanking after all.”

“I think you’re safe there Mistress.” Wildfire giggled and sipped her coffee. “It can get tricky when you start to introduce punctuation marks though.”

“Unlike you,” Tempest replied as she finished off her first jelly donut, “I'll not be writing novels.”

Wildfire laughed as she ate her first donut. “No Mistress, but you might want to leave me a note with commas and capital letters.”

“Hmm…maybe.” In short order Tempest finished her second donut and eyed the second chocolate donut on Wildfire’s plate with a sly smile.

“Mmmm, yum!” Wildfire licked the few crumbs and smears of chocolate icing from around her lips then she drained the rest of her black coffee. “Wowsers, that was nice!”

“Was that chocolate donut nice?” Tempest asked, her grin widening.

“It was Mistress, very nice, thank you!”

“Oh good,” Tempest giggled, “I've always wanted to try one.” She leant over the table and delicately took the donut in her teeth. “Wildflower, say aaah.”

“Aaah.”

Smiling, Tempest enacted her plan and with the donut in her mouth, slid half of it into Wildfire’s waiting mouth and mercilessly sealed it’s fate with a very passionate kiss.

“Mmmf!” Was the only sound Wildfire could make in the very chocolatey kiss and as she swallowed her half, her wings shot out to either side of her body, earning her a generous round of applause from Mocha.

“For some reason that donut was even better than I imagined…” Tempest giggled as she sat back down on her seating pad.

Wildfire suddently leant over the table and placed a clumsy kiss to her marefriend’s lips. “I have no idea why, Mistress.”

While Wildfire was over her side of the table, Tempest took the opportunity and licked what remained of the chocolate from her Pet’s lips. “Sweet indeed.”

“Thank you Hon…I mean, Mistress…” Wildfire corrected herself with a blush on her cheeks.

Catching the mistake straight away, Tempest remained quiet for a few long minutes, content to let her Pet squirm. Finally, she reached over and gently ‘spanked’ her yellow muzzle with her hoof. “Back to work my lovely maid, the downstairs needs your expert touch.”

Wildfire nodded. “As you wish, Mistress.”

Saying their goodbyes to Mocha, and promising to return very shortly, the two mares left the Donut Joe’s outlet. Pulling her reins very gently, Tempest decided to take a far less direct route for the short journey home than the one they had taken to get there.

There were cheers and whoops from ponies all around them as they took the time to admire what they saw, walking along behind her Mistress, Wildfire dutifully followed the pull of the reins, not questioning where she was being led. After a few more moments of appreciative cheers, Wildfire let out a giggle. “It sounds like we have a fan club, Mistress.”

“Yes,” Tempest replied with a giggle, “it must be the natural beauty of your Mistress who is not dressed in a sexy maid outfit.”

“M-Me?” Wildfire spluttered, “I didn't want to assume, Mistress.”

“Good,” Tempest laughed, “that is my job to sum your ass.”

Wildfire giggled at that, knowing she’d walked right into it. Then, walking along with Tempest, she was again put in mind of the thing she had wanted to talk about earlier. “Your Pet has a question, if I may, Mistress?”

“You may ask your question.”

“Um…your kink, y'know...” the diminutive blind mare blushed heavily as she mustered the nerve to carry on what she had started. “Pooping, how did you find out you liked it?”

Tempest considered her reply before she spoke. “Airy is right in a way. Bouncing clouds does want to make you go. Most weather ponies do pee on duty.” Everypony knew that really, deep down, if they admitted it. She took a breath and forged ahead. “I was sixteen, bouncing a cloud and I really had to go. I asked my partner at the time to take over so I could head to the ground and pee. He just moved up behind me and laid down and said ‘let it go’.” Tempest paused and laughed, before continuing, “I was so embarrassed that some stallion would lay down with his head between my rear legs looking up at me. He just repeated himself. ‘Let it go’. So I did. And he was loving it. I asked him why and it was the same story, his partner asked him.”

This time, Tempest took a longer pause, and all the time Wildfire didn’t interrupt her. “I knew I preferred the flank of a mare when I was young, so when I was partnered with a mare and she had to go I did the same thing to see what it was like. It is so personal watching them from the first drop to the full stream, to take it in. the warmth…the intimacy...”

Wildfire listened attentively to the story, but now when her marefriend’s voice had taken on a very dreamy quality and she went silent again, the yellow mare commented, “I get the peeing. I tried that my first time with Raid.”

“Airy thinks it’s gross, yet she will still pee on me. The other part...” now Tempest did pause, not just because she was getting herself aroused, but because she didn’t want to offend the little mare with her. “Well…that just happened. I wanted a mare to pee on me and she did, but then she just lost control of her bowels and crapped right on to my chest. It was warm and squishy and without thinking I took a hoof-full and wiped it on her flank. She didn't like it but I was rather happy about it.”

“Huh…pee always kinda repulsed me before,” Wildfire said with a smile, “but when I was sucking her hoof on the low level cloud, Raid had to go, so she did. It was kinda fascinating watching her pee, and I angled her hoof into her stream and tasted it.”

“It's the watching,” Tempest elaborated with a dreamy smile still plastered all over her violet muzzle. “I love to watch anypony pee whether it’s a mare or stallion it doesn't matter, but I do prefer to watch a mare up close. To feel the warmth over my muzzle, to taste the heat. Sometimes it tastes better than other times though.”

“Yuppers it does.” Wildfire agreed eagerly. “As far as the other goes, I'm happy to um…if you’ll pardon me, crap on you Mistress.”

Tempest giggled. “My fun will be doubled!”

Wildfire joined her in the giggle. “I'd be willing to swap places, at least once.”

Tempest turned and nuzzled the little yellow mare. “You don't have to. Really Wily, you don't. Truth, do you think it is a bit weird that any pony would want to be crapped on?”

“Well…yeah, kinda, but isn't it also weird to drink pee, suck hooves and let your marefriends take a crop to your flanks and wear a maid’s uniform?” Wildfire asked with just a tiny trace of sarcasm in her voice. “You don't seem to mind my kinks.”

“In the herd I'm the only one that likes to be crapped on.” Tempest said in regards of her scat fetish, “there are a few others that do watersports though.”

“I know I don't have to try it,” Wildfire commented, “but how you describe the way it feels to you, it’s not like when they used to do it to me at the home, so I just might give it a try.”

“Just don't eat it,” Tempest giggled, “that would even gross me out.”

Wildfire didn't reply straight away. She had heard the humour in her marefriend’s voice, she knew she was making a joke, but still it was a joke that hit more than a little close to home. At a loss for something to say, the little yellow mare eventually settled upon the nondescript, “hmhmm, Mistress.”

Tempest’s ears perked up. “Yes, Wildfire?”

The blind pegasus sighed a very deep sigh. On the one hoof she didn’t want to say it, but on the other hoof she didn’t want secrets either. “Um…at the care home…they um…Amethyst would gather them around me, four at least – mares and stallions - they'd all use me as their toilet.” Wildfire paused at the painful humiliating memory. “They'd rub their piss and their crap everywhere, all over my coat and my face and my wings. They’d tell me I was brown not yellow...then, they...please don't make me finish this sentence Tempest, I’m sure you get the idea what was next…”

In response, Tempest pulled her little lover into a very tight hug. “You don't have to finish that sentence.” There was nothing but unconditional love in her voice. “This is why you don't need to do this to prove anything to me.” She said with a loving kiss. “I know what they did to you and I still kiss you.”

“Thanks, Tempest.” Wildfire sniffed loudly as she returned the hug. “Maybe I'll just do it to you, if that’s alright, cos that makes you happy.” Feeling up her marefriend’s neck she kissed her jaw. “It makes me retch, the things I let them do to me.” She shook her head sadly. “Anyway Mistress, thank you for answering my question.”

A few moments walking later, and Tempest took off the reins. “We're home. You can start in the living room. We can put your CD on the stereo while you work.”

“Ooh, thank you Mistress!” Wildfire trotted off through the dining room and up the stairs to the master bedroom to get her feather duster. While her little yellow lover was upstairs, Tempest fished her hoof through Wildfire’s saddle bag and retrieved the Beautiful South CD she had bought yesterday on her shopping trip and loaded it into the large stereo.

When the first song on the CD began to play, Wildfire trotted back down the stairs, her duster held in her mouth, into the living room and she felt her way around to the flat screen television. Deciding to start there, she flicked the duster over the screen as she hummed along to 'Flag Day'.

“I hope you don't mind if I work while I watch.” Tempest grinned, “I need to get the weather front data uploaded.”

“Ot at all Mithreth…” Wildfire slurred around the handle of her duster, swishing her way happily across to the stereo, swaying her toned ass to 'Caravan of Love'. Watching her Pet very closely, Tempest got out her iphone and proceeded to take a ten minute job and stretched it out to make it last as Wildfire worked.

Working her trusty duster, Wildfire made her way down the CD and DVD towers, delivering short little flicks of the duster between each as she sang along and punctuated the names in ‘Song for Whoever’. “Ooring har, Mithreth?” She slurred as she moved on.

“Oh yes,” From the couch where she was laid, Tempest could barely suppress her snicker. “I'm hardly working and doing quite well at it.”

Wildfire sniggered, drooling a little around the handle of the duster. “Eewy goo Mithreth.” She then felt her way around the living room, tackling the gaming systems while ‘A Little Time’ played on the stereo.

Tempest looked up from her phone as she worked. “It's okay to dance while you work, just so you know.”

“Eeth Mithreth…” Wildfire slurred, swishing her duster across the living room table before rearing up to her hind legs and, casting her mind back a very, very long way, she performed a poor imitation of the Las Pegasus showgirl routine that her old friend Darkstar had showed her once around the table.

“Woot!” Tempest didn’t even pretend to do her ‘work’ as she watched her Pet dance. “Shake that tail!” It was only five or seven minutes later, when Wildfire finished dusting the last seating pad and the last song finished on the CD that Tempest pushed the ‘send’ key.

“D-Done…aaah…I-I’m done…M-Mistress!” Wildfire panted, very short of breath, and flopped back down to her four hooves. It had been rather a long time since she’d danced like that.

Tempest allowed her barely enough time to get her balance back before she ordered, “off to the dining room with you then. Do be careful Wildflower. I'll join you there in a moment.”

“Y-Yes...” Wildfire panted, getting her breath back. “Mistress…” her breathing under control, she took the duster in her mouth once more and made her way through the connecting hallway to the dining room while Tempest loitered in the living room and swapped out the CD’s, choosing to put on her favourite Flank Sineightra's ‘The Very Good Years’.

Leaning against the hallway wall, Tempest paused as she was curious to see where Wildfire would start her cleaning in here. She didn’t have very long to wait however as the little yellow maid decided to start on the large ornately carved china cabinet, dusting it very, very carefully.

Tempest smiled at how serious her lover was taking this. She noticed she wasn’t even humming along to ‘Night and Day’ as she worked. “You dance very well Wildflower. Where did you learn to preform like that?”

Pausing for a moment, Wildfire backed away from the china cabinet. “My old friend Darkstar, Mistress. A long time ago she once showed me a couple of her Las Pegasus showmare routines.”

‘Note to self. Wildflower needs a showmare outfit for a present.’ Tempest thought to herself with a smile.

“It took me ages to learn the steps,” Wildfire continued, “but Darkie needed a partner for a show one time...lucky me, Mistress.” Taking up the duster in her mouth, again the blind mare started dusting the rest of the china, very carefully indeed, while Tempest sat by on a seating pad quietly watching her every little move.

The way the china was stacked made it easy to dust, seeing as the china is a setting for six and the large carved cabinet meant that there was not a lot of stacking involved. The same set up was repeated for the regular place settings below it. After a good fifteen minutes, Wildfire finished her dusting of the china with a very deep breath, glad and relieved that she didn't mess up and break anything expensive and she started on the regular ware below.

“Nicely done, Pet.” Tempest grinned, a devious little glint in her blue eyes. “That was my grand-mare's china by the way. A gift to me when she passed.”

“It was what, Mistress!?” Wildfire squeaked in shocked surprise, and in her agitation she accidentally nudged a regular cup with her left wingtip sending it falling to the floor. “Oh no! Oh Mistress I'm sorry!” In her panic the blind mare couldn’t tell regular from china and she fretted, convinced she had ruined a priceless tea set.

“Shh…Wily relax.” Tempest cut off her panic attack before it could get too out of hoof. “Although I've seen better ways to shake dust from a cup. Don't step on it please, just put it back.”

On her knees, Wildfire felt around for the cup - almost stepping on it in the process – and with shaking hooves she picked it up and placed it back in its place in the cabinet. “I swear I won't do it again Mistress, I’m sorry…”

Tempest giggled, “I'm sure you'll try not to.” She got off of the seating pad and walked over and gave her little marefriend an affectionate nuzzle. “That was a very pretty squeak you let out when I told you what you were dusting.” She kissed her ear gently. “The original set had eight place settings.”

“Not funny, Mistress.” Wildfire pouted with a definite blush that stayed on her muzzle long after she finished the dusting of the china cabinet and its contents, and was still there when she moved on to dusting the side boy and the wine bottles.

Tempest couldn’t help but giggle some more. “I'm so sharing this with Airy when I get back home tonight.”

“You are a tease, Mistress.” Wildfire grumbled playfully as she furiously swished the duster across the wine bottles.

Tempest corrected her. “Your swishing ass and tail are a tease.”

Wildfire’s grumble became a smirk. “Well then, your maid had better stop swishing Mistress.” In an attempt to get her own back for the china incident, the little yellow mare ceased the swaying of her hips as she started to dust the dining table.

“Stop.”

Immediately, Wildfire stood stock still, almost as if she had been hit with one of her dad’s freeze spells. “Mistress?” She asked cautiously, wondering what she’d done wrong.

“There is a mess on the table.” Tempest said in her most Mistressy voice. “Put down your duster and use your mouth to clean it up. You had best do it in the most seductive way possible or you will go to bed without lunch, and without me.” With that statement hanging in the air, the violet pegasus upended a bag of dark chocolate chips onto the dining room table.

Wildfire heard the bouncing of many little ‘somethings’ on the table, followed straight away by the heavenly scent of chocolate as it hit the back of her nose. “I understand, Mistress.” Putting down the feather duster on the nearest seating pad to her she sniffed her way over to the dark chocolate chips, making sure to hike her back tail up as high as she could get it as she bent over the table. With a low ‘hmm…’ she licked her tongue slowly over the little mountain of chocolate.

“I want this table spotless…” Wildfire shivered when she felt her Mistress beside her with her wing over her back and her hot breath whispering in her ear. Inspired, the blind mare ran her tongue over the now slightly melted chips, getting dark chocolate over her nose and muzzle as she tongued the dining table surface like she would do a lover.

“Hmhmm Mistress!” Wildfire added an exaggerated sway of her hips with each stroke of her warm wet tongue across the table.

Smiling, Tempest nibbled her Pet’s left ear while she stroked her right with her wingtip. “Mmm…don't let me distract you...too much…”

“Naa, na, n-no Mistress!” Wildfire held her tongue in one spot, her drool collecting on the table while Tempest gently wrapped her larger violet wing around her back and slid it back and forth so that it caressed the shivering maid’s barrel, her wing and her belly.

“OooOOH…” Wildfire murmured happily, licking across the table surface to mop up her previous drool and a few of the chocolate chips as she shivered under her Mistress’s touch. “Oooh…hmm!”

“Such a mess my Pet,” Tempest whispered silkily in her ear, adding a generous lick right up it for good measure. “I'm so glad you're here to clean it up.”

“Ah, aah, d-doing…nggh!” Wildfire let out a very cute whimper, one that only became cuter when without warning the blind pony felt a forehoof slide slowly up and down her left hind leg while the tongue delved deeper into her ear. “D-Doooooing m-my best…aaah Mistress!” Wildfire flicked her left ear, the tongue deep inside it making her marehood start to leak juices into her panties. Trying very hard to concentrate on her task, she delivering long slow licks to the table.

As Wildfire licked a few dark chocolate chips from the table, Tempest grinned a sly grin and moved the hoof that was busy teasing her Pet’s rear leg so that her other forehoof could move near the little mare’s yellow muzzle. ‘Oh this is so naughty…I hope she’ll feel the funny side of this’, she thought hopefully, and tapped the table, sending a chocolate chip skittering back where she had already cleaned. “Looks like you missed one, Pet.” Tempest used her black tail to swat her maid’s rump.

“Aaah…I’m sorry Mistress!” Wildfire squeaked adorably at the tail swat, and she swirled her tongue over the spot again until she got the errant chip, although now she was lost in licking the table and not sure if there's any she missed.

“Don't slow down Pet, many more chips still there.” Tempest teased as she went back to nibbling and tonguing her ear.

“Na-aa-AAH M-Mistress...” Wildfire tried valiantly to lick up a few more of the dark chocolate chips, though she found it very hard to concentrate when she was getting all hot and damp between her legs. “Muuurr!” she purred as she licked up a few more chips.

Smirking, Tempest fanned out her other wing and used it so she could push a few chips around to try and avoid her Pet’s questing tongue. “Tut, tut, tricky chips they are.”

“Hmmm!” Licking the table and coming up with nothing but the taste of varnish, she shuffled along to a different spot on the table, delivering long slow licks but again – thanks to the snickering weather pony’s deviousness - she came up with no chips for her efforts. Instead she craned her head back the other way and tried again.

Giggling, Tempest pushed that one chip under Wildfire’s nose so that she could smell it without touching it. Struggling a little, Wildfire smelt the chip in front of her and stuck her tongue out to get it, but Tempest, ready for her, pulled it back out of range with her wingtip. “You have to be quick for these chips!”

“Hmph!” Wildfire snorted a breath out through her nose and managed to sniff out a few more chips to her left and quickly dragged her tongue across the table to catch these surprisingly fast chips. Caught a tiny bit by surprise by the yellow maid’s quick movement, she was rewarded by a chip, a feather and a squeak.

“Oooh!” Tempest squeaked as her primary feather was licked, “I didn't know preening came with the maid service.”

Wildfire smirked as she added a tiny nip to the tip of the feather, then she went back to trying to sniff out anymore chips. Unbeknownst to her though, Tempest had wrapped her black tail around her left hind leg. Wildfire become aware of this when the violet mare tightened her tail and she became really, really aware of it when she felt it slide rapidly up her leg with a fast flick.

“GaaaAAH…” Wildfire could do little more than rest her chin on the table, the pleasure making her entirely forget about china, or chocolate chips, or whatever else it was she was supposed to be doing right then as her hind leg buckled under her. “Hmmm Mistress...” she moaned, really wishing her panties weren't so damp.

“Just one more to go,” Tempest teased with a soft giggle. “Do you want a hint?”

“Y-Y-Yes pl-please, Mistress.”

“Kiss me, my Pet.” Tempest sneakily placed a dark chocolate chip in her mouth as Wildfire moved her muzzle close to hers.

Smiling, the little maid edged her muzzle forwards and gave her marefriend a very deep Prench kiss, where she quickly discovered with her tongue the melting chip in her mouth. Wrapping her tongue over the chip, Wildfire took it and swallowed victoriously. “Mine, Mistress.”

“Was your job to clean them up.” Tempest said simply and moved in for another kiss. “I think you've earned a break.”

“Mmm…thank you Mistress.” Was what Wildfire wanted to say, although this came out considerably muffled as Tempest continued to kiss her lover deeply, still with a wing held tight around her. Melting into the heavenly kiss, Wildfire gently ran her tongue across Tempest’s lips.

“Might I suggest, Wildfire, that we move this to somewhere more comfortable to continue this?” Tempest smiled as she broke the kiss so they could breathe.

“I couldn't agree more, Honey.” Wildfire smiled, dropping the ‘Mistress’ now that her marefriend had used her actual name. With Tempest’s wing still draped over her back, and with her muzzle still kissing her, the yellow mare felt herself gently steered towards the stairs. “To the bedroom, Stormy?”

“Good suggestion,” Tempest smiled, “I like how you think, Wily.”

“Hmhmm,” Wildfire giggled, “I could use a nap after all that exhausting cleaning.”

“I quite agree, just watching you shimmy and shake that cute little ass was very exhausting.”

“Ha!” The little yellow mare exclaimed, “and here I thought you were working, you sneaky you.” She replied as she started to climbs the stairs ahead of her lover.

“As a high ranking official I'm quite capable of multitasking.” Tempest answered with a giggle, very graciously allowing her to go first so she could enjoy the view. “Even when I’m distracted. Like now.”

Wildfire giggled on the stairs, “and my ass is a big distraction is it? I'm glad Darkie taught me those dances now.”

“Yes,” Tempest smiled, her muzzle inches away from Wildfire’s crotch, “is she still in Las Pegasus? I should personally thank her.”

Wildfire laughed out loud as she reached the top of the stairs. “I don’t know, Honey. The last I know Darkstar was living in Canterlot. She really wanted to be a dancer in Las Pegasus. She’s probably still there, I don’t know.”

“After our 'nap' you can look her up when I go to work.”

“Oh yeah, our 'nap'.”

Tempest paused at the top of the stairs behind and to the right of the yellow mare but moved her forward with her violet wing over her back. “I'm sure you won't be able to nap in those wet panties.”

“No...you best take ‘em off I guess.”

“Yes,” Tempest snickered once they were both in the master bedroom. “I think that would be best.” Behind her lover, the violet mare used her mouth and her teeth to undo the tail flap of the violet panties and pushed her muzzle and teeth in to get a hold of the moist panties, an action that earned her a delightful little ‘eep’ from the blind pegasus as she pulled them down ever so slowly towards her hind hooves.

Once Tempest had the panties pulled down and removed, she very slowly nibbled her way back up Wildfire’s left hind leg. “Still sleepy, my pretty mare?” She asked teasingly.

“Oooh...y'know what, I'm suddenly not sleepy, no not sleepy aaaah-at all,” Wildfire moaned as Tempest’s teeth worked their way higher up her inner thigh.

“Ahh, good, that coffee must have revitalised you then.” Tempest smirked and delivered a long torturously slow lick from the front of her marefriend’s slit to base of her black tail.

“Hmm, yuppers…” Wildfire shivered, “it was the...coffee, yeah…totally the coffee,” she spreads her hind legs a hoof-width wider than shoulder length apart. “Not my hot marefriend at all.”

“Yes, too bad Airy isn't here, I'll just have to try my best.” Tempest used her wing and pushed Wildfire over to the large bed.

Flopping front first onto the bed, Wildfire giggled, “I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.”

“Your vast confidence in me is giving me hope.” Tempest giggled and followed her lover onto the bed, then with a gentle but persuasive hoof turned her over to her back and swung her hind leg over Wildfire’s head to sixty nine her. “Now, let me get a proper taste.”

“Oooh my...” Wildfire smelled the very close proximity of her marefriend’s crotch and raised her head, giving a slow lick of her own up Tempest’s slit to her tail-hole that made the larger mare murr pleasantly into her lower lips as she lapped at her love button. One violet forehoof played with her tail-hole, the other toying with a nipple.

“Ooooh Honey...” Wildfire moaned and used her right forehoof to pull her rump closer to her face while she used the left to rub across her engorged clit while her muscular tongue spread her spit around Tempest’s tail-hole.

“Mmmm!” Tempest cooed happily, but it was all the warning she got before Wildfire shoved her tongue straight up her marefriend’s asshole, swirling it all around the ridged muscular insides as her left hoof strummed away over her nub. The yellow pegasus felt the strong hind legs clench her head, and Tempest’s tail shot straight up.

Tempest then replaced her hoof she had on Wildfire’s tail-hole with her mouth, earning herself a muffled ‘hmmm!’ from her lover, whose right hoof pulled Tempest’s ass down further, her tongue straining to get as deep inside of her as possible while the weather pony toyed with her tongue and teeth around the puckered outer ring.

Wildfire purred, slowly pulling her tongue out of Tempest’s anal cavity and she lapped up the crease of her butt before going straight back up her hole, her left hoof gently flicking her button.

Tempest’s body was twitching with pleasure as she moved her forehoof over Wildfire’s slit, rubbing the other still on her beast, making the yellow mare’s hind leg twitch as she started to buck her hips in time with Tempest's rubbing hoof-tip.

Underneath her lover, Wildfire let out a muffled lustful moan straight into Tempest’s butt while the violet mare's rubbing became all erratic as she moaned in turn into Wildfire’s ass, causing the blind mare to release a muffled scream as she came hard, her teeth grazing across Tempest’s ring and her tongue flicked around the deep insides of her butthole.

“AaAAAH WILDFIRE!” Tempest screamed her diminutive lover’s name into her ass, covering her hoof with her essence, and spent the next few minutes panting as she rode out her orgasm alongside her herd-mate. “C-Clean u-up on aisle mare…” Tempest gasped as she got to cleaning Wildfire and her hoof.

Slowly, the blind mare removed her tongue, panting as she did so. “Wow...just, wow!” Smiling at a job well done, Tempest continued a slow and thorough cleaning of Wildfire’s hindquarters and the little mare shivered at her cleaning, and in her own cleaning efforts she began lapping at Tempest’s inner thighs.

“Honey...you have the best ass ever!” Wildfire gasped in between her licks.

Tempest giggled, “why thank you, sweet cheeks.”

“Y'know,” Wildfire gave a nervous giggle, “if you wanted to go again, I was wondering if you um…wouldn't mind...mounting me?”

Tempest paused when she heard that, her wings suddenly very erect. “Are you sure, Wildfire?”

“Y-Yuppers, definitely I'm sure,” again there was that nervy giggle from the yellow mare, “I couldn't be surer…”

Tempest gave Wildfire’s crotch one last loving lick before rolling off of her and spinning around one eighty degrees to place a tender kiss on her lover’s lips. “I would like to, but I want you to be part of this. I can go as slow or as hard as you like, but this has to be something we enjoy together.”

“Please, Honey,” Wildfire gave the larger mare a kiss of her own. “I really want you to mount me, I really do, and I don't mind how rough you are or where you put it, but...” she blushed a bright red, “you um, you won't call me anything mean, will you?”

“Well,” Tempest smiled, “I might call you pretty or lovely or beautiful. I'll try to say it nicely.”

Wildfire giggled and placed a kiss on Tempest’s lips. “That’s not mean, silly.”

“Okay, let’s get off the bed then as this is best done on our hooves.” Tempest smiled and rolled off of the bed and walked over to her toy chest in the closet while Wildfire slid to the edge of the bed, rolling onto her hooves. Finding her favourite toy, the violet mare took the stallionator from the toy chest and placed it on the edge of the bed. “You used this toy on Airy, right?”

“Yuppers, she really liked it.”

“It is in front of you.” Tempest said gently. “Check it again. This time the short one will be in me, and the longer one is going to be in you.”

Carefully, almost as if it might turn and bite her, Wildfire ran her left forehoof slowly over the longer shaft of the toy, getting a feel for its size. “Okay, Stormy.”

“Take it by the V in your mouth so the shorter end is up and then to the floor so I can step in the straps.” Tempest directed her, “you then lift it up my legs and slip it inside me.”

“Alrighty.” Following Tempest’s instructions, Wildfire took the V in her mouth, holding the shorter end up so that her marefriend could step into the straps. Once that was done, she raised it up her hind legs, right to the point where she could slip it inside you while Tempest waited, almost squatting to take it in. Very carefully, Wildfire began to insert the short end into Tempest’s waiting marehood. “Is that ok?”

“You are such a tease.”

Wildfire raised her eyebrows innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Really Wildfire.” Tempest said, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. “The sooner it's in me the sooner I'll be in you.”

Wildfire snorted out a giggle and inserted the short end of the toy all the way inside. “Aaah yes, it's like you just thrust yourself in me Wily!” Tempest danced about to feel it bounce off her belly. “Hark, fair maiden in the noonlight! Such a sweet flower ripe for the plucking!”

The yellow pegasus guessed it was around noon and erupted in a fit of giggles at the tone of Tempest’s voice, almost like she was acting out a play. Following suit she recited her own lines. “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“Oooh, hmmm, ahh.” Tempest smiled, falling very easily into her character. “Oh blessed day for it is light and I'm not in a dream your beauty is real.”

Smiling, the recital of the literature making her very wet in a way that Professor Quill would not have approved in his class, Wildfire swayed her hips and bent provocatively over the foot of the bed. “Come then my Romeo, take your Juliet.”

Behind her, Tempest lovingly nuzzled Wildfire’s flanks. “You've called my name. It's the sweetest sound a lover ever hears.”

“Have I caught thee,” Wildfire said as she shivered in anticipation, “my heavenly jewel?”

“You have my beautiful mare.” Tempest kissed Wildfire’s ear and then trailed those kisses delicately down the back of her neck, eliciting a very cute whimper and the strong musky scent of her juices leaking from her wet marehood as Tempest very slowly trailed her soft kisses down the bent over mare’s spine between her wings. “Lift your tail my lovely Wildfire.”

Obediently, Wildfire hiked her black tail high as her wings were spread out very wide on the bed. As she did so, and with practiced ease, Tempest placed her forehooves on her back just forward of her hips and she entered with a brief pause. Nodding, Wildfire pushed back just a little. “It's alright Honey.”

Tempest slid her forelegs forward and she moved herself so she was half way inside. Then, when her bodyweight was fully on Wildfire’s back, she hooked her forehooves around the leading edges of her wings and used them to pull herself forward until she was wholly inserted. “Now my lovely companion, my herd-mate, now I'm going to pound your ass.” She said poetically as she grabbed her black mane and pulled on it as she thrust her hips forward.

“OOoooOOOH Honey yeees!” Wildfire gasped as she felt herself filled with the toy.

Gripping Wildfire’s black mane in her mouth, Tempest was very pleased she had braided it earlier, as it was a lot easier to grip with her teeth as she pulled the blind mare’s head back. Moving her hips she pulled out which thrust the toy into herself and she surged forward again, grunting with the effort as she slapped her hips against Wildfire’s butt.

“OOoooo...hmmm!” Wildfire moaned lustily as her head was pulled back, “yeeees...buck me Honey...buuuuck me!”

As she picked up the pace, Tempest started to snort, shoving Wildfire forward until she forced her to hit the bed in order to brace herself, the pull on your mane becoming intense, almost painful against her scalp. “OOooOOwwwYeeees! Romeo,” Wildfire braced herself against the bed as best she could. In vain she tried to push back against Tempest’s stiff thrusts. “Rut your J-Juliet! Buuuck me gooood!”

“You are my love!” Tempest grunted as she let go of her mane. Her hard thrusts left the little yellow mare no room to move as they plowed even deeper inside her. “You are the mare of my dreams.” Wildfire’s marehood was slick with her flowing juices and her ass cheeks spread with each thrust of the toy until Tempest finally bottomed out and pinged her cervix. “I offer you my seed!” She yelled as she pounded away bouncing off the inner wall.

“H-hon…honey...” Wildfire gasped and moaned, barely able to speak, “I…I'm g-g-gonna cuuum!”

Hearing that made the furiously thrusting violet mare snort louder, Tempest was barely pulling out only to shove forward again as hard as she possibly could. “Shower me with your essence of love, do it now!”

“TEEEMPEEEEEST!!!” Wildfire screamed, burying her head in the bedsheets as her thunderous climax spurted her juices everywhere as her hindlegs gave way underneath her lover. “T-T...Tem...” she panted happily, thoroughly spent.

At Wildfire’s cry Tempest thrust in as deep as she could and held it there as her ass clenched, her own orgasm sweeping over her core, laying down on Wildfire’s back panting heavily.

Wildfire lifted her head from the bedsheets, the blind mare little more than a panting sweating mess of fur and feathers. “Buuuuuck me that was good!”

“You are a sweet rose my fair Juliet.” Tempest purred and slid off of her back. “If you'll be so kind as to un-stallion me.”

After a few, perhaps considerably more than a few, moments to recover herself, Wildfire turned and gripped the toy in her mouth at the V. Smiling, Wildfire savoured the taste of Tempest and herself on it and slid it slowly out of her and down her violet legs.

Once the toy was pulled down far enough, Tempest stepped out and turned to look at her little lover. “For clean-up, point the end you want me to take to my mouth.”

When Wildfire pointed the short end in Tempest’s general direction, the older mare giggled. “I do love the taste of myself.” She said with a smile as she took the end deep in her mouth. Giggling, Wildfire deep throated the other end, taking three quarters of the length in her muzzle until the two mares were almost muzzle to muzzle. Tempest tapped Wildfire’s near hoof with hers and then moved her hoof to support the V and to help push it in deeper.

Grinning, Wildfire took a bit more of the toy in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the toy as she sucked it clean. Tempest then guided her hoof to help support and push, and Wildfire obligingly moved her hoof to support the toy and push it into Tempest’s mouth and she continued to suck and tilted her head so she could flick her ears against her lover’s.

Wildfire giggled at the feel of the ear flicks, returning them with her own. ‘Oh you are so on!’ Tempest thought as she worked to get her ear tip actually inside Wildfire’s ear.

“Hmmm!” Wildfire desperately wanted to giggle around the toy as she flicked her ear to send it down the side of Tempest’s, determined to give as good as she got and, while Tempest could handle the shorter end of the toy she was tonguing the V of the toy and Wildfire pushed her muzzle forward, showing off how she could take the last of the longer end with just a bit of a gag. Quickly overcoming it, she pulled out before taking it all the second time.

Tempest withdrew from her end of the toy, still helping to hold it up and refrained – with very great effort on her part - from blowing in Wildfire’s ear. “Serenity is the only other pony I've seen able to do that. She can leave the short end hanging out the side of her mouth.”

With a smile, Wildfire pulled her head back from the toy. “I've had practice.” And leaving it at that, she licked her lips.

Tempest giggled as she put the now very spotless toy away. “I've seen Trails do it too on a dare.” Turning back, she gently kissed the diminutive mare’s lips. “Was I rough enough for you, my pretty mare?”

“Not the roughest ever, but that was the best time ever.” Wildfire returned the kiss, then she quoted, “love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; for, if they could, Cupid himself would blush.”

“You are very well read.” Tempest said appreciatively, “I was just trying to remember anything from Romeo and Juliet. Again, it is from watching Serenity as Juliet where I get all my knowledge.”

Wildfire couldn’t help but giggle. “That one good class at school coming through for me again.”

“Might I then suggest dear Wily that we shower, together.” Tempest purred as she held Wildfire in a hug. “Then we preen, together, and since we've had our appetisers, we lunch, together.”

“You might suggest it my dearest love,” Wildfire replied, stealing a quick kiss of Tempest’s nose, “and I would take you up on your suggestion, and all of your togethers.”

“Then let’s get you out of that lovely outfit. Maybe you can put it back on for Airy before she gets home.” Tempest smiled and proceeded to help her maid out of her dress.

“Thanks,” Wildfire said as she was undressed, “I was thinking I'd put it back on and have you cuff me to the bed as a surprise for our hardworking lover.”

“Leaving just one leg free and the key in your reach, or I call Airy to make sure she is coming straight home.” Tempest said seriously. “Your choice because I worry about bondage love. I'll make sure Airy is coming home and then I'll make a love bed cover out of you.”

Wildfire giggled, “awesomes, although I'd better use the loo before you cuff me up.”

Once she was undressed and her purple maid’s dress was nicely folded away on the bed, Tempest nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek. “I'll get the shower started and make sure you do a good job on your loo aim.”

“Thank you.” Wildfire bowed nice and low to the bedroom floor as Tempest trotted through to the bathroom and climbed into the large tub, starting the shower going and watching her closely like the voyeur she was. Making a show of it, Wildfire swayed her hind quarters as she trotted over to the toilet, flipping the lid and hopping up to rest herself on the bowl. “Is my positioning alright, O guardian angel?”

“A bit low of a squat,” Tempest replied critically, “but your aim appears good.”

Perched on the toilet, Wildfire giggled and, with a sigh of relief, relaxed her abdominal muscles and released her very full bladder and smiled as her golden pee splashed noisily into the bowl below her. “Aaaahhhhhhh now that’s better...ooooh!” She blushed and grunted, and with a wet fart grunted again as her sphincter flexed and she opened her bowels, dropping three decent sized nuggets into the bowl along with her pee.

“Even your horseapples are pretty.” Tempest commented from the tub, where she was peeing in the shower where the defecating yellow mare couldn't hear her.

Slightly embarrassed, Wildfire giggled and peed, “I-I've never done that in front of anypony before.”

“I don't mind at all, Wily.” Tempest smiled reassuringly from the large tub. “You should ask Airy about the first time I watched her poop. If you were close enough, you could toast bread from her blush.”

“I bet!” Wildfire snorted a laugh as the last of her stream died away and she hopped off the bowl to wipe herself clean.

“Come in the shower, love. We'll get you cleaned up nose to tail.”

“Okay, Honey.” Wildfire flushed the toilet and trotted over to the bathtub, smiling a wide smile as she got in the shower with her marefriend.

~ ~ ~

“I’ll have the wheat bowl with tomato bisc, oh and sarsaparilla to drink, please.” Tempest placed her order with the waiter. The earth pony stallion, dressed like he belonged at a Dodge Junction rodeo, nodded politely, tipped his bowler hat and noted the order before turning to the blind mare sat opposite.

“Oh um…wheat bowl with an onion broth please, and I’d like a black coffee with two sugars. Please.” Wildfire placed her order and again the waiter nodded before trotting across the sawdust covered floor to the pass, where he gave the orders to the chef.

While their orders were being filled, Wildfire was turning her head this way and that, in an attempt to gather all the sounds and smells of this place. Tempest had called it ‘rustic’, but she hadn’t prepared Wildfire for just how rustic it was. Placed at a roughly carved wooden table, sat on straw bale seating pads and with sawdust covering the wooden floors, it was as if somepony had literally transplanted The Bread Bowl straight from Appleloosa.

Taking yet another deep breath, Wildfire sighed happily. “I like the simplicity of this place.” The mix of different scents and textures helped too. “And it’s easier than cooking at home.” As their food was very quickly delivered by the earth pony waiter, the little yellow mare was again taking in the stimulus around her, this time stroking the rough wooden table. She giggled, and put on her full clipped Canterlot accent. “My dear, we call it 'rustic'.”

About to dive muzzle first into her tomato bisc, Tempest snorted. “I can't take you anywhere.”

“Can you believe I grew up talking like that?” Wildfire giggled as the smell of tomato bisc splattered over the table and, in ‘the voice’, continued, “Hmm…yes, we had many 'themed restaurants', very nouveau cuisine, you know.”

Tempest, for the moment at least, had given up trying to eat her bread bowl as she had descended into a giggle fit. Wildfire meanwhile, well into the role, plowed on like she was in a pantomime. “One shall have to teach you to speak proper, like what I do, if you are to pass in high society my dear!” She declared loudly, her performance earning her a few laughs from the other diners.

Amidst the laughs and the cheers, Tempest said through her giggles, “You do that better than Dusky.”

Fully hamming it up, Wildfire stood on her straw bale, “One cannot be seen to be mixing with the 'lower rabble' can one?” She bowed as more cheers and whistles came her way. “Appearances must be maintained!” Dropping back down to sit, she also dropped the voice. “Buck me, I can’t keep that up for long!”

Tempest was still giggling trying to finish her bread bowl. “Does anypony really talk like that?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire replied as she dove into her onion broth with relish. “All of the stuck ups, which is to say, all of them. You'll see come Thursday Honey.” She said, swallowing a mouthful of her broth.

“Not all of them, at least I hope not.” Tempest commented, starting finally on the sides of the bread bowl. “Maybe Darkstar still has some real pony in her?”

“I hope so,” Wildfire commented, speaking around the bread in her mouth. “At least my friends didn't use to sound like that as I remember.” She burst out laughing then, spraying the table in breadcrumbs – a crime punishable with prison back in Canterlot – and said, “Slingshot and Air Raid were the two least Canterlot-ish sounding ponies I ever heard.”

“Well, if we run into trouble we'll let you do the talking.”

Wildfire sniggered, dredging up her memories of the real side to the nation’s shining capital city that very few knew about. “They’ll expect you or Airy being my carers.” Adopting ‘the voice’ once more, she said, “I say, it’s so nice of you to spend your time taking her out, I hope she appreciates you putting up with the burden.”

This time Tempest did not laugh. Not in the slightest. “That will most likely cause hoof in the mouth disease.”

“Airy's hoof in their mouth?” Wildfire giggled as she tried to drink her black coffee.

“I'll try to keep Airy in check, it's keeping myself in check...”

“Huh…just tell ‘em we're marefriends,” Wildfire smiled. “They'll think you have a handicap fetish and cross the street to get out the way, lest they catch ‘the blind’ or ‘the gay’ off of us.”

Listening to all this, Tempest was fast coming to the opinion that she didn’t like Canterlot very much. Admittedly her view wasn’t great to start with, but this was something else. ‘How can the capital be full of so much discrimination?’ She wondered to herself. “If it comes to that, maybe the next day. After all for our grand dinner I'll be your stallion for the evening.”

“It’s gonna be fun having you as my stallion Honey,” Wildfire smiled, picturing the forthcoming event in her mind. “I'm looking forward to being your pretty little lady.”

“I look forward to having such a lovely mare at my side.”

Wildfire blushed heavily. “I am intrigued as to what it'll be like,” she said after a mouthful of coffee. “They'd never let me in there on my own.”

“That’s where your snooty accent will come in handy.” Tempest snickered impishly. “You know, if the waiter dude gives us a hard time I do that, ‘Is there something the matter darling?’ and you go ‘I thought this to be reputable establishment. Maybe a letter to our local restaurant guide is in order’. Something like that. Just snootier.”

Wildfire laughed, “I can do that.”

“I'm really hoping Mapper's plan goes off without a hitch.” Tempest said almost to herself as much to her marefriend. “I would like to enjoy a fine evening through to desert before we do the big reveal.”

“Yuppers that would be nice, seriously it's like, super rare to get in that place.” Wildfire commented. “Even Dusk had to make a booking when he took Vocal Chord there, and they have a Princesses table.”

Tempest giggled. “It would be funny if his mom and aunt were hidden away somewhere there watching the show.”

“As it happens, Dusk told me once that sometimes they do that,” Wildfire explained to her herd-mate. “They use illusion spells to disguise themselves so they can walk about the city. Darkstar’s talent is illusions. She sensed them one time while we were out in one of the public parks.”

“Well,” Tempest giggled again, “I’m sure we will have a good time, either there or in some Canterlot Dungeon.”

“As long as they put me in your cell I'll be happy.” Wildfire smiled and leant over the table, whispering conspiratorially, “did you know that Princess Luna sometimes works as DJ?”

“Now you're pulling my hind leg.”

“Nu huh!” Wildfire exclaimed with a shake of her head. “You check the posters if there are any around on Thursday, DJ MOON83AM$ her name is.”

“I will Wily,” the violet mare snickered, “I guess that would be called 'moonlighting'?”

Wildfire laughed, “I swear it’s true, honest!”

Tempest leant over the rough wooden table to give Wildfire’s long neglected lips a kiss. “I believe you even if it is hard to believe.”

Smiling, Wildfire returned the kiss. “So, what's my boss lady got on at work later?”

“We're taking a fast moving weather front from the Fillydelphia weather team and pushing it northeast out to sea.” Tempest explained with a satisfied, justifiably proud tone in her voice. “You can expect rain around our area from seven to eight this evening. I'll be back home about midnight.”

“Hmm…that sounds like fun. Mum would’ve been all over that.” Wildfire smiled. “Airy due back about five thirty this afternoon?”

“That's when she gets off work.” Tempest clarified. “She should be home by six. Are you worried about being tied up for so long? You could spend that time at the lake instead.”

“Oh no, trust me, couple of hours is nothing.” Wildfire shrugged nonchalantly as the waiter brought them both fresh refills for their drinks. Sniffing the hot steaming coffee, she had a thought. “Do you have any ear plugs?”

“I have noise cancelling headphones.” Tempest whispered as she sipped her sarsaparilla. “Airy can be loud with her games sometimes.”

“I know, I played her.” Wildfire whispered back with a giggle. “I think she was loud on purpose so I couldn't hear the moves. Y’know, if you slip those in, then I won't know she's back till she rubs a hoof over my ass.”

Tempest had an evil smirk on her muzzle, but her voice was considerably less enthusiastic about what Wildfire had planned. “Yes, of course.”

“Honey, you aren't a fan of the idea are you?”

“I'm sorry Wily. You know what would make me feel better about all this?” Tempest asked, her hoof resting on her marefriend’s.

“No, what?”

“If you have your tablet near you.” Tempest said gently. “You can use your emergency word and Airy and I will get an alert. But…but you want to be gaged too...so I worry…”

Wildfire could tell from just the tone of Tempest’s voice that she was really, really concerned about what she had planned. The blind mare decided a compromise was in order to get the violet pegasus on board. “Okay I tell you what, leave the ball gag at the side of me so Airy can use it if she wishes, and my tablet in front of my muzzle.”

“Deal.”

“Feel better about it?”

“I do now.” Tempest nodded, relief evident in her voice. “There’s just too many things that could go wrong, and I'm a mother hen.”

Wildfire leant over the table and kissed Tempest’s lips. “And I love you for it. Hey, you know what else would be hot?” She asked as she sat back down and sipped her black coffee, “remember when we watched the Alicorn Bride and you put that plug in my ass on low, I was thinking you could put both in me.”

“Yes,” Tempest was struggling very hard now to keep her wings under control. “I can do that, and then put your panties on.”

“Awesomes, tie my tail up too?”

“To your bridle or do you want the ear clips?”

“Hmm…” Wildfire thought about that, but decided that after a few hours the ear clips would get uncomfortably painful. “The bridle please, Honey.” She fluttered her wings playfully. “Will you restrain these babies too?”

“Oh my, you are going all the way.” Tempest tried hard to suppress her shudder. Having her wings tied up wasn’t her idea of fun, as Mapper had found out to her cost. The very hard way. “I feel comfortable in your safety so I'll truss you up like a Hearths Warming present.”

“Wily's law number one, ‘don't do anything by halves’.” She giggled at the thought of being made into a little present. It made her think back a long way to the night of the big fire at Trixie’s Place in Canterlot when Darkstar had left her then marefriend Air Raid and her friend Cyclone tied up for her nineteenth birthday present. “Gonna leave a pretty little bow on me?”

“Yes, I'll leave a 'bow' alright.”

“Awesomes!” Wildfire giggled. “Airy's gonna think it’s her birthday when she gets home.”

“I'm sure she will.” Tempest said with a sly grin. “I wonder how she will unwrap her present.”

“That’s what I'll be thinking after you leave me.”

“I would leave some music on for you, but you won't hear it with the headphones.” Tempest then gave voice to something that was really worrying her. “You're not going to worry we've left you alone, are you?”

“Nopes!” Wildfire answered quickly and confidently. “Two reasons, one is I've just helped you plan it, and two my tablet will be there as an out if I need it.”

“I'm proud of you Wily.”

Wildfire blushed. Being told that other ponies were proud of her was still a new thing. “Um…you are?”

“You are still the self-assured mare I first met only now you've removed the arrogance and tempered it with hope.” Tempest finished her second glass and gave her lover a tender kiss. “And love.”

“Any more of that Tempest and this blush will become a permanent fixture.” Wildfire replied as she drained her coffee. “I couldn't have done it alone.”

“Thank you for letting me be a part of your life.”

“Aaw…” She thought for a moment, her head to one side as she worked it out in her head. “Thank you for giving me a life that you can be a part of...phew, I think I got that right.”

By way of a reply Tempest stood up from her straw bale and moved around the table to give her little mare a muzzle deep kiss. “That was very sweet of you. Speaking of sweet…are you ready for some ice cream?”

“Wily's law number two,” the blind mare said with a giggle as she stood up, “anytime is ice cream time.”

“So, you want to feed yourself this time?” Tempest asked as they both left the beautiful rusticity that was The Bread Bowl for the relatively short walk over to Sherbet’s ice cream shop.

“Hmm…yuppers, I might as well try it at least once while I'm here.”

Tempest giggled in the afternoon sunlight. “Good, as my aim is as poor as Airy's is.”

Feeling the soft short grass under her hooves, Wildfire giggled in turn. “Ooh I hope not, I'd have to sit in the glass!”

Coming up to the ice cream shop, Tempest merely rolled her crystal blue eyes at her marefriend as she opened the door to allow the little yellow pegasus to enter ahead of her. “Hello Sherbet!” She called as she walked in, letting the door close behind her.

“Hi Tempest,” Sherbet looked up from her romance novel behind the counter – it was a Tuesday, and business was slow, so she was on the third chapter of ‘Fifty Shades of Hay’ – and slid it out of sight before she could be caught red-hooved. “Oh and, aaah, Wildfire how are you today?”

“Hey Sherbet I'm doing just fine, thanks, and you?”

“Smiling like a pony in the cream.” Sherbet replied, her mind wandering to her book and the hoof-cuffs and the crop… “What will it be today?” She asked, trying to keep her voice even.

“I'll have a cherry malt please.” Tempest asked.

“A chocolate and coffee swirl for me please, Sherbet.”

“Cumming…I mean, coming right up!” Sherbet replied with a definite blush as she turned and got herself busy, her hind legs pressed firmly together when the ice cream came out of the machine. She’d just got to the bit where the stallion was teasing the bound mare with ice cubes over her nipples, and she really wanted to read that bit again. And again.

“I thought you go straight chocolate?” Tempest asked when they were both seated at one of the empty tables.

“Hmm, I was thinking it,” Wildfire replied, “But Airy had coffee the other day and when she kissed it was an interesting mix.”

“Kissing or flavours?”

“Both.”

“Good answer.” Tempest giggled as their respective orders arrived on a tray held in Sherbet’s mouth, the store owner pretending it was a gag and that she was being whipped all the way there and back.

Taking a lick of her chocolate and coffee ice cream mix, Wildfire giggled, “so Flank Sineightra, a tiny bit before your time babe.”

“Yeah,” Tempest agreed, “but my mom loved him, and granny loved big band.”

“Then again, I have no room to talk, my mum loved Elvis.”

“Elvis was big in Canterlot though so that makes sense.” Tempest nodded, taking a slurp of her cherry malt ice cream. “Isn't there a museum to that stallion?”

“Yuppers, it used to be his house.” Wildfire smiled and licked up more of her ice cream and laughed out loud. “It’s almost as big as the palace.”

Tempest giggled, “there are a lot of museums here in the 'Big Orange'.”

“Really?”

“Hmhmm!” Tempest nodded, “there’s art, music, immigration, business and oh, did I say art?”

“Art?” Wildfire’s ears perked up at the mention of art. “What kind of art?”

“Oooh…there are classics from before the Banishment Era all the way to the modern stuff that I would use the word 'art' loosely to describe. I bet Oils has something somewhere, since he does have a piece in City Hall.”

“Yuppers, half a preserved sheep is not art, nor is an unmade bed.” Wildfire commented with a shudder. “Oils' stuff sounds alright, though. I heard him say he does landscapes.”

“The one I saw was a cityscape.” Tempest smiled as she swallowed some of her cherry malt. “I wonder if he's painted Dusky yet?”

Wildfire giggled. “Honey, y'know D's favourite movie is ‘Titanic’? I'll bet he posed for his ‘Prench mare’ painting straight away.”

“I'm sure Dusky made for a pretty mare.”

“To be honest I'm still surprised at that, the whole ‘I’m-a-mare-now-I’m-wearing-a-dress-to-please-my-stallion’ thing. Still it suits him, or her…whatever.” Wildfire giggled, remembering her shock when she had felt her best friend wearing a dress of all things. “So, you know my favourite movie, what's yours?”

“Well…that is a tough one.”

“Is it ‘Twister’?” Wildfire guessed, “ooh! Ooh I know, ‘The Perfect Storm’?”

“No,” Tempest put an end to thee guessing game. “At the top is ‘The Alicorn Bride’, followed by ‘Romancing the Stone’, ‘Pride and Prejudice’, and...um…’Top Gun’.” The violet pegasus wrinkled her nose in disgust. “’The Perfect Storm’ was just terrible science.”

“There’s nothing wrong with ‘Top Gun’,” Wildfire commented, “though to be honest I was trying to name movies with storm references in the titles. My next guess would've been ‘Mother Hen the Movie’.”

That earned her a very long, very wet and very loud raspberry from the weather pony that made Sherbet look up from the pages of her book in surprise, before the earth pony went quickly back to page sixty nine. Her favourite page. Wildfire snorted out a giggle. “Sorry Honey.”

“I do like animated films,” Tempest admitted as she took care of the third quarter of her cherry malt.

“Really? There's a couple of really good ones based on cartoons from when I was a filly.” Wildfire led off, “like ‘Watership Down’ or ‘The Animals of Farthing Wood’.”

“I like the classics, with the Princesses, and Princes, and Fairies…”

Wildfire cut her off with a very passable impression of an Airmail yawn, complete with a hoof in front of her mouth and raised eyebrows. “I can't tempt you with Transformares then?”

Tempest snorted. “You are a bad pony.”

Wildfire just sat there and grinned. “Who, me?” She asked innocently. “Never! O light in my darkness.”

Recovering herself, Tempest slurped out the bottom of her malt glass. “Wywe gauss whaa iaa doin nooow?” She asked, her words slurred by the intense taste concentrated at the bottom.

“I'm just enjoying the last of my ice cream, behaving myself as ever...” Wildfire started then paused as she thought about the question. “Hmm…I'd have to guess you're either brain-freezing or sucking out the glass.”

Tempest smacked her lips. “Good guess, Wily. I just licked out the inside of my glass so it’s all clean.”

“So...” Wildfire sucked up the last of her chocolate and coffee ice cream. “Where's this bad pony?”

In a not so good impression of Serenity, Tempest replied, “all ponies are bad ponies.”

Wildfire giggled, “It sounds like you're after one bad pony in particular though, do I know her?”

Tempest nuzzled her little lover as she got up from the table and began to lead her out of the ice cream shop. “I'll let you know when I find her. Now, ready to be bored waiting for Airy to get home?”

Wildfire followed her violet marefriend with a smile on her yellow muzzle. “I won’t be bored, but I will wait for her to come home. See you next time Sherbet!” Wildfire called out as she felt the counter with a wingtip, passing it by on the way out of the shop.

“MmmmMM…nggggggh!” Came Sherbet’s reply from behind the serving counter, her left forehoof buried to the fetlock in her marehood, page sixty nine firmly in her mind.

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“I hope Sherbet washes her hooves before she serves the next customer.” Wildfire commented when she and Tempest entered the townhouse after the uneventful walk home from the ice cream store.

“Hmm, I wouldn't mind if she didn't. I just hope she finishes before the next customer walks in, or she’ll jump them.” Tempest snickered as she walked over to her phone on the dining room table. “You go on upstairs, I need to make a call.”

On her way up the stairs, Wildfire paused when she heard Tempest’s voice on her phone. ‘Hi Airy…yes everything is fine, will you be coming straight home today? Good…yes I go to work at four…yes I'm a mother hen…okay, love you, bye.’ When the yellow mare heard her marefriend put her phone back down on the table, she scooted quickly up the remaining stairs to the master bedroom. “Aww, I love you Momma Hen.” She giggled when she heard and smelt Tempest walk in behind her.

“Yes, you do.” Tempest walked up and gently kissed her cheek. “You want to take care of anything before I tie you up?”

“Hmm, nopes, I'm good, Honey.”

“Okies,” Tempest grinned, “just don't pee in the bedroom. That’d be a bad, bad thing.” She reached un with her violet forehooves and removed Wildfire’s collar. Before the blind mare could ask what she was doing or why, she explained. “I'm going to flip your collar so it is blue over purple now.”

Once that was done, Tempest took the time to re-braid Wildfire’s black mane, taking special care to tie in the ribbons she had gotten from Ms Spools at Rarity’s Recreations and she clipped the heart shaped earrings back on along with the bit and purple bridle that had been missing at The Bread Bowl and ice cream shop.

“Y'know, a pony almost feels naked without this…” Wildfire smiled as she felt the familiar bit rest in the crease of her mouth.

“You were wearing more than me at the ice cream shop.” Tempest said with a nuzzle, referring to the collar that her marefriend had been wearing.

“That’s not what I meant,” Wildfire explained, “it feels familiar, um, comfy.”

Tempest giggled, “I knew what you meant. And that is why I asked you to go to lunch without it. You do look pretty dressed up, but you also look pretty in just your fur.”

“I'm just about getting used to hearing that.” Indeed, since appearing in Manehatten several ponies had told her at least five time per day that she was pretty. It made a nice change.

“Okay, let’s get Maid Wily back in service.” Tempest then helped Wildfire get dressed in the purple Prench maid’s dress that had been left folded on the bed. First came the corset then the frilly diaphanous skirt. Last to go on were the four white socks, which Tempest took special care in sliding up Wildfire’s legs.

“Y'know, Honey, these socks do feel great on my fur.” Wildfire smiled as she ran her forehoof up and down the silk material. ‘Nineteen thousand well spent, I think!’

“Well, you did go to the right place to buy it.” Tempest commented as she withdrew the vaginal and anal vibrators from the toy bag, along with the tube of lube. “Let me lube these with a bit of strawberry.” When that was done, the violet mare held the anal toy in her hoof first and with the whiff of strawberries hanging in the air, she said, “Lift your tail.”

When Wildfire obligingly lifted up her black tail, Tempest used her mouth to gently but firmly push the butt plug easily inside the yellow mare’s accommodating tail-hole until it was fully hilted. Sealing it with a loving kiss, she repeated this with the vaginal plug until it was deep inside her waiting marehood and sealed that with another kiss. “You can put the panties on now.”

“Awesomes!” With her hindquarters feeling very full, what with the two toys buried deep inside her holes, she playfully wiggled her full hind end before stepping into the panties and pulling them up to her hips and carefully threading her tail through the hole.

Gently, Tempest placed the yellow blindfold over Wildfire’s heavily scarred face. “For added effect.” She said by way of explanation, and then she began to secure the first of the four hoof-cuffs to each of her hooves.

Once all four hooves were adorned with a securely buckled hoof-cuff, Tempest helped the diminutive pegasus up and onto the large bed, where she had her lay perpendicular to the foot of the bed on her belly, with her forelegs underneath her so that they were in between her two hind hooves then she added the tail sleeve and ran a lead from that to the back of the bridle.

Tightening the lead until she heard Wildfire say she was good, which she did only when her tail touched the back of the bridle so that her head and her ass were both raised up high, Tempest proceeded to run a chain through the hoof-cuffs D rings and then she clipped each end to eye bolts situated under the bed. She then clipped the cuffs D rings and the chain together so it couldn't move left or right. “You stable?” She asked finally.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire gave an experimental rattle of her bindings, and found them very secure. She was happy she was going nowhere soon. “I'm good here Honey.” She said as she heard the weather pony writing something over on the dresser. “Leaving Airy instructions?”

“Maybe.” Tempest giggled, and Wildfire felt a not very heavy something dangling from her tail sleeve behind her ass. “Now to add a beautiful purple bow on the underside of your tail to accentuate your lovely purple panties.”

Wildfire giggled, “These need tying down too!” She smiled, ruffling her feathers.

“Oh, yes…” Tempest sounded less than enthusiastic as she rummaged in the closet and came back with a length of nylon rope. “Thank you for reminding me.” Working quickly, she made a simple diamond cage that covered Wildfire’s yellow wings and then tightened it up. “Still comfy?”

“Oooh…Mmmm that's great, Honey.” Wildfire smiled. “Very comfy.”

Repressing a mighty shudder, Tempest ran her right forehoof over Wildfire’s purple panties in order to make sure the two vibrators were well seated and turned them on to their lowest setting. Her shudder vanished when the little yellow mare let out a surprised squeak. “Your tablet is turned on, and it and the gag are on the bed in front of you.”

“I got it, Honey. I'll call you straight away if I need to.”

Tempest then added the reins back of Wildfire’s bridle. “Bye love, stay safe.” She placed a very delicate kiss to her little lover’s cheek and finally, to complete the ensemble, she added the noise cancelling headphones to her ears and turned them on.

Wildfire couldn’t hear Tempest leave a few moments later. Instead she laid on the bed, comfortable in her bindings, and she giggled silently to herself. ‘Airy's gonna love this!’