Wednesday morning and it was pitch black in the master bedroom of Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire’s townhouse. At five thirty a.m. the alarm went off, adding its staccato noise to the sound of three mares snoring. Quickly silencing the alarm, Airmail, as per the standard routine, got up first. She didn't set the second alarm however as she knew Tempest was off from work today. Smiling at her two sleeping marefriends, Airmail gave them both a kiss and headed off to the Manehatten Times offices.

Snuggled up to her remaining mare, Wildfire snored loudly, completely oblivious and dead to the world and dreaming happy dreams of Airmail, Tempest and the Manehatten rugby team.

Four hours later, at nine thirty a.m., roused to wakefulness by the sunlight streaming through the drapes, Tempest opened her blue eyes and placed a series of tender kisses all over Wildfire’s muzzle. She waited for any sign of waking from the diminutive mare. Getting none, she decided to kiss her again, this time kissing her ears and her scars. Seeing she was flogging a sleeping pony she decided to give up and the violet mare started her day.

As Tempest got up, Wildfire rolled over and wrapped her forelegs around one of the fluffy pillows and in between her loud snores she murmured something about Apple Honey tackling her that was definitely not a rugby approved move.

An hour later there was a knock on the bedroom door. A little knock that wouldn't have awoken anypony let alone one sleeping off a grade A hangover. While Wildfire was drooling into the pillow she was cuddling, a mare climbed into the bed next to her. In her sleep, she was enjoying being bucked by Apple Honey wearing a large dildo around her waist. “Hmm…h-harder Honey…”

“Okay.” A soft melodic voice next to her said and with a bright glow of hazel magic, Wildfire suddenly began to feel her dream.

“Mmm...Apple Honey...ohhhh ruuut meee!” She moaned, and almost immediately she felt something warm and thick sliding in and out of her wet marehood. “Ooooh, hmm...Skywarp...ohh you’re sooo big!” In her dream, she was now being spit roasted, with Apple Honey rutting her mouth and throat while Skywarp took her roughly from behind. The feeling in her was moving faster and harder. There was hot breath on her ear.

Wildfire’s marehood was sopping wet and leaking juices around the toy sawing its way in and out of her in a steady rhythm. “You too Thundercracker? Hmmm…please…use your horn...ohhhh!” She moaned lustfully in her sleep as a second object slid effortlessly into her tail-hole that was almost as thick as the thing currently rutting her dripping pussy, and it too picked up speed and force.

This carried on for a good few minutes until… “Ngggh! AAaaAAAHHH!” Wildfire screamed as she orgasmed herself awake, squirting over the clean bedsheets as she did so. “Wh...wha...” she panted, trying to get her wits about her, trying to process what had happened. It had been a long time since a dream was as vivid as that. “W-Wow, that was the best dream...ever!” She slumped back into the sheets.

As she orgasmed, her left ear was bitten. “Oooh..hooly shiiiit!” Then she groaned. “Uugh, my head...”

The melodic voice that belonged to the pony next to her called out in an unnecessarily loud and cheerful voice, almost an octave too high. “Good Morning!”

Wildfire tried to sit up. “N-Nooooo...” she made a ‘euuurgh!’ sound as she felt the world move unnaturally. “W-Way too loud...” she slumped her head back into the bed. A persistent kiss forced itself upon her lips until the yellow mare pulled away for air. “E-Everything’s still black...” then, in a very small tiny voice she said, “ohhhh.” She reluctantly shook her head. “Ugh...fiiiine, I'm up.”

The melodic voice carried on in a sing song tone, “Good morning Wildfire! Are you feeling good this morning?”

Once more she tried – and succeeded – to sit up. “Serenity…Serenity I feel like Cerberus just shat me outta Tartarus…” with a shaky forehoof she checked between her legs, and gave it a sniff. “Huh, the dream's never been that good before.”

Once Wildfire had called her name, Serenity whispered in the yellow ear. “Can I have your pain? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”

“M-My hangover is all yours...” Wildfire smiled at her teal herd-mate. “Any chance can you have my urge to throw up too?” She raised a hoof up to her aching forehead. “I'm never drinking, ever again…”

Very gently, Serenity laid her horn on Wildfire’s forehead, near to where she had rubbed with her hoof, and in moments the pain of the hangover faded, although her tummy issues remained. “Aaaah!” Serenity sighed at the nearly non-existent pain Wildfire had.

The diminutive yellow mare groaned happily in the bed. “Mmm, best painkiller ever...did, did you do the dream too?”

“I might have helped, a little.” Serenity admitted with a smile. “You may want to take care of any bodily issues now though. Mistress asked for me to see if you were awake. I'm going to let her know you are.” The teal unicorn gave her a kiss. “See you downstairs.”

“You made Thundercracker's horn feel sooo nice in my a...” Wildfire trailed of as a blush coloured her cheeks. When Serenity removed herself from the bed, a threatening lurch overtook her. “AAH…BATHROOM!”

Serenity giggled, licking one dildo clean – the one that went up the blind mare’s marehood - and she wiped the other clean before returning them and going down the stairs. Wildfire galloped to the bathroom, barely making it there in time and stuck her head down the pan and she proceeded to violently throw up. “Uuugh…I’m never...drinking...again.”

After evacuating the contents of her belly and flushing the toilet for the third time, Wildfire took the time to rinse her mouth out and she made her way down stairs. Part way down she heard Mapper talking with Tempest in the living room. With a slight stagger and a wobble in her gait, she headed towards the voices, feeling remarkably better after Serenity's pain relief and copious amounts of throwing up.

Mapper paused in mid-sentence when she saw the yellow mare emerge from the small hallway. “So nice you could take time to join us, Wildfire.” The pink unicorn eyed her with a smile in her magenta eyes.

“Heh, totally not a problem,” Wildfire rubbed the back of her now pain free head. “I just had to...freshen up a bit.”

“I see.” Mapper tried to keep the amused tone from her clipped Canterlot accented voice as she spoke. “Independent Time is over. You are now on Free Time.”

‘Yes!’ Wildfire sighed happily, wholly relieved to hear that. “Thank you Mistress!”

“Approach.”

With her head held up high, Wildfire trotted over to where she had heard her Mistress’s voice, following her scent as a guide. When she got close to the tall unicorn, Mapper leant and placed her muzzle near to her Pet’s and sniffed before pulling away very quickly. “Senior Pet, Middle Pet needs a breath freshener. Please get one.”

Serenity bowed, “Yes Mistress.” Wildfire turned her head at the sound of Serenity’s voice, and she heard her leave the living room. Moments later the little mare was able to pick up noises from the kitchen, including the definite sounds of a bowl and spoon being retrieved from the cupboards and drawers.

“Please sit Middle Pet and be comfortable.” Mapper said with a gentle nudge to her shoulder. “Today we prepare you for your visit to your mother. One should always look presentable when going home.”

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire knew from the maid service she had delivered the day before that where she was standing there were seating pads scattered nearby. Feeling around for one with her forehooves for a few seconds she hopped up on to the first one she found.

Almost as soon as Wildfire got herself comfortable on the seating pad, Serenity returned and the teal unicorn placed a bowl so that it was touching her right hoof. The spoon in the bowl was placed so that it was touching her left forehoof. She could feel the bowl was cold and she was about to make a guess as to what was inside, when the smell reached her nose. ‘Peaches…it had to be peaches, didn’t it?’ Wildfire thought unhappily.

“That should improve your breath.” Mapper smiled a very large smile at the uneasy look on the yellow pegasus’s face. “Eat up, Middle Pet.”

Try as she might, Wildfire let out a low groan. “Uh…yes Mistress.” She took up the spoon in her left hoof and, getting a decent spoonful of the peach ice cream, she ate it with a wince.

“Tempest,” Mapper asked the violet mare, ignoring the wince, “has my Pet been enjoying the ice cream?”

“I don't think so,” Tempest replied, “but I have.”

After just the third spoonful, Wildfire found she had swallowed the last of the not-very-nice peach ice cream, she guessed Serenity had been kind and only gave her one scoop in the bowl. She made sure to dig round with the spoon to see if there was any more. She didn’t want to leave any.

Again, Mapper leant in and she smelled her Pet’s breath with a loud sniff. “Hmm…much better. Pleasant dream this morning, Pet?” She asked, the grin on her face almost audible in her voice.

Wildfire blushed a very, very deep red. ‘Of course Serenity’s told her all about it…’ she thought to herself. “They um, they were…very...pleasant, thank you Mistress.”

“I want details, Pet.” Mapper smiled as the empty bowl was duly removed and a mug of black coffee complete with two sugars on a saucer replaced it touching her hoof.

Very grateful to Serenity for the caffeine, Wildfire took a long drink of the excellent coffee. “Well, I was having my second favourite dream, the one about the Manehatten rugby team, me, Airmail and Tempest. In the locker room after a big game. In particular their captain Apple Honey, flanker Skywarp and left wing Thundercracker. All sweaty and sexy, and once they finished the other twelve team members all took their turns...” she said in a dreamy voice.

Mapper giggled, “I see in your dreams you have a great deal of stamina.”

“What brought that dream on?” Tempest asked curiously, her wings at half-mast.

“You see, at the restaurant last night Airy and me were talking about sports and what we clopped off to, and I mentioned I loved the Manehatten Sharks. Airy offered to get me in to the locker room for an interview with them.”

Now Tempest was the one giggling. “You think big. Airy and I just stare at each other when we clop off.”

“So my Pet enjoyed her wake-up call then?”

“I um, I enjoyed where Thundercracker stuck his horn, Mistress.” Wildfire answered the pink mare, her blush back in full force.

Serenity giggled and Mapper nodded at her wife, knowing full well it was her that had used her horn. “Noted. Now, I have found one of Serenity's gowns for you to wear. She will assist the two of you. Please bring your outfit down Tempest and we'll ensure all is in place for tomorrow.”

Wildfire smiled, she knew Serenity’s gown would be simply exquisite. “Thank you, for the use of the gown Mistress.”

“I will have my Pets looking their best as it is a reflection upon their Mistress.” Mapper explained simply. “You are pretty, Pet, but tomorrow you will be beautiful.”

“I look forward to it, Mistress.”

Serenity moved to stand in front of Wildfire and gave her a gentle nudge to her right shoulder. “Stand please, Middle Pet.”

As Wildfire shimmied off the seating pad she was sat on, she stood in front of Serenity and, as she was a good head smaller, the teal mare had to crouch slightly so she could help to remove the clothing that the younger pegasus had slept in. “Mistress?” She said as she used her hazel magic to assist herself in taking off the somewhat ripe green corset.

“Yes, Senior Pet?”

“May I suggest a shower, Mistress?” She continued with a wrinkled up muzzle once the panties had been pulled down.

“A wise suggestion Senior Pet.” Mapper nodded. No point dressing her Pet up if she was still carrying the stale bed sweat smell. “Please see to it.”

“Follow.” Serenity flicked her burgundy tail under Wildfire’s nose and led her through the small hallway to the dining room and up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Senior Pet,” Wildfire asked once she knew they were in the bathroom upstairs, “I don't have a bruise on my head do I?”

Serenity gave her a quick look over. “You do have a bump but there should be no pain now.”

“Yuppers, I thought I might. See I kinda ran into the fridge last night…” Wildfire then told her herd-mate the whole story of the night before, including the part about the ribbon commandos. “I can’t believe I made such an ass of myself with Airy and Stormy.” She got herself in the wide expansive bath.

Smiling a wide smile, even letting out a few giggles – it was a pretty funny story - Serenity joined the little yellow mare in the bathtub and used her magic to turn the shower on. “It is good to be a bad pony sometimes.” She said, still smiling, and she was very thorough in cleaning her from nose to the tip of her straight black tail, even taking the time to scrub roughly at her fireball cutie mark and her sex. “Did you have fun last night?”

“Yuuuuuuuppers!” Wildfire moaned, enjoying the thorough cleaning immensely, “we went to this oldie style club, we…I, got wasted on beer…” she giggled, “heh, I was so drunk I forgot I was blind.” Then she shuddered. “Serenity, I um, I need to ask you something, if you have a moment.”

Serenity noted the use of her name as opposed to the use of her ‘Senior Pet’ title, and judged, correctly, that something was bothering the young pony. “Yes,” she said in her melodic voice, “after this.” She flipped on the dryer and started to give her a rub down in order to speed up the drying process. “Ask away.” She said once the dryer was turned off and she started a perfunctory preening.

“Mmm…thanks. Well, you see the thing is,” the little blind mare started, “um…Independent Time has been...difficult to adjust to. Airmail and Tempest have both helped, they’ve been brilliant, but I wanted your take on it, on what you're supposed to do?”

Serenity paused in her preening. “You are new to this Pet thing, aren't you?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire agreed. “I feel foalish for asking, but I'm kinda new to running my own life too, and I just felt lost with this Independent Time thing.”

Serenity gave Wildfire a tender loving kiss up both of her ears before returning to her preening. “Rule Number One.” She said in between feathers, “Never disrespect Mistress Mapper or anyone she says is a Mistress to you, and for you that would be Mistress Luna.” The teal mare moved onto the secondary feathers. “Rule Two, you are always the Mistress's Pet unless you are on Free Time or Independent Time. Rule Three. On Free Time you must obey any rules the Mistress has put in place, but you are free to interact with others and do as you wish as long as it doesn't break a rule in place.” Serenity then paused and giggled. “Remember when Mistress told us not to pee and we both did? That was during Free Time.”

Wildfire joined her in the giggles, remembering the peeing they had done at Caffeinated’s ranch six days ago now. “I do remember that.”

“Rule Four, Independent Time is when you are your own mare. Remember Rule One always applies. Rule Two can always be applied. Rule Three may come back into play if there was any rules in place before you were granted Independent Time.”

“That’s just it though!” Wildfire stomped her forehoof into the bathroom floor, utterly frustrated. “I'm just not used to not having a pony give me orders, not having directions, orders, it was scary. Airy and Stormy have helped, but they don’t really like it I think, it’s more because they love me.”

“Mistress loves you or you would not be her Pet.” Serenity moved on to the tertiary feathers and smiled, a huge degree of sympathy and affection for this little pony in her heart. “If you want my advice for Independent Time, use it to please your herd, improve your herd, help your herd. You do this because you love your herd.”

“Yeah, thanks Serenity, that helps.” Feeling somewhat better about it all now, she giggled as a question came to her mind. “Oh hey, how'd you get on with the Steps CD I bought you the other day?”

Moving onto Wildfire’s other wing, the teal unicorn laughed. “I sang loud, I sang proud, I got a sound spanking.” She kissed the largest primary feather. “I loved it.”

“Awesomes.” Wildfire smiled as the excellent preening job was continued. “I'll be sure to pick you up another next time I'm out.”

As she finished up the preening, Serenity whispered in her ear, “Mistress Mapper really dislikes the Spice Mares.”

“Hmm, to be fair I can’t blame her, but hey ho it’s your flank.” Wildfire giggled and flexed a wing. “Thanks for the preen hun.”

“Now to make you beautiful.” Serenity once more flicked her burgundy tail over Wildfire’s nose and headed back down stairs with the blind mare following close behind.

Downstairs in the living room, Tempest was dressed in a splendid back tuxedo, and Mapper was fussing over her stallion disguise with shadowing on her face. Without looking away from what she was doing, Mapper said, “Senior Pet you may begin on Middle Pet.”

“Yes Mistress.” Serenity replied, and very carefully indeed she began dressing her in a flowing white dress.

“Middle Pet,” Mapper continued, “your white dress will be a nice contrast to the black dresses that both Senior Pet and Airmail will be wearing.”

Wildfire ran her hoof over the luxurious material. From the feel of it under her hooves she guessed it was Neighponese silk. “It feels awesomes Mistress, thank you.”

“Middle Pet, I'm going to do your make up.” Serenity stated. “Mistress has told me to not damage her Pet. You will let me know if I do so.”

The yellow pegasus giggled as Serenity started with the old acid scars that covered her empty eye sockets, “I will do, Senior Pet. Although you can’t do anymore damage surely.” There was a slight pressure on her face, and she winced a little, more from reflex of the pressure on her melted face than from actual pain or discomfort. “It’s okay,” she reassured, “it doesn’t hurt.”

Without comment, Serenity worked methodically while the other two ponies watched. ‘This feels weird…’ Wildfire thought to herself as the heavily scarred tissue gave slightly on her shrunken empty sockets.

When she finished with her eyes, Serenity worked the area around them, gently applying the makeup to her fur as she blended the work in. With her forehoof she lightly tapped Wildfire’s lower jaw. “Open, please.”

Wildfire opened her mouth and Serenity applied the lip colour and the lip gloss. “Close, please.” When Wildfire duly closed her mouth, the teal unicorn began to work on her muzzle, her ears and then when the makeup was finished, she used her hazel magic to style Wildfire’s usually straight black mane.

Once the mane was done, Serenity finished her work with a tail extension to Wildfire’s straight black tail, and for those extra little touches she then added accessories to the yellow mare’s outfit to include a sliver bridle, ruby earring clips, and she made sure that her collar was blue above purple.

“Am I done?” Wildfire asked, “do I look beautiful?”

Serenity nodded with a satisfied smile. “Yes, yes you do. It now looks like your eyes are closed.” Serenity admired her hoofiwork, she had coloured Wildfire’s fur so that it was one colour and she had added fake eyelashes, eyeliner, and eye shadow.

“Yes,” Mapper said approvingly. “That is my Pet, every time we take a photo she blinks!”

Wildfire smiled a big smile. “I imagine I look Canterlot normal.”

“You look high fashion.” Mapper affirmed definitely. “Bridles are in, but not bits, sadly. You can pass as a mare in deep contemplation on the street.”

“Mistress,” Wildfire started, giving voice to a concern that had plagued her since they had decided to go to Canterlot in the first place. “I was worried about the 'walking in the street' this should take care of that.”

“Hmm…” Mapper said thoughtfully, “show me your haughty face.” Wildfire held her head up high, her nose firmly up in the air. “Yes,” the pink unicorn smiled, very pleased with the overall effect. “The closed eyes set that off perfectly. If addressed you use that then look away. Tempest will take care of the fiend that dares to address you.”

“Yes Mistress,” Wildfire bowed, “thank you Tempest.”

“You have done well Senior Pet,” Mapper nodded to her wife with a loving smile. “You shall be rewarded when we get home. The tickets are purchased and we leave tonight at seven p.m. We are all meeting at Caffy's coffee shop.”

“Okay,” Tempest smiled, “so we stay in character until after the dinner tomorrow then?”

“Try to, yes.” Mapper nodded to the violet pegasus. “Serenity will do any makeup touch up's when we arrive at Canterlot.”

Wildfire spoke up. “Excuse me, Mistress?”

“Yes, Pet?”

“We need Daffodils,” Wildfire said, suddenly remembering her mum’s favourite flowers. “To take with us, for mum, please.”

“How many?” Mapper asked kindly.

“One each should be fine, Mistress.” Wildfire replied with a smile. “She always liked them.”

“If memory serves, there is a flower stand at the Canterlot train station that will meet your needs.” Mapper explained. “It shall be done Pet. Middle Pet, you are on Free Time.” She said plainly, studying the yellow mare’s reaction. “You will not do anything that may damage or stain your dress, damage your mane or tail styling, or damage the makeup around your eyes. Touch ups will take care of the rest. Do you understand, Pet?”

Wildfire sighed happily at the mention of the Free Time, happy she had orders to stick to. “Yes Mistress I do understand. Thank you, Mistress for the flowers.”

“You are welcome, Pet.” The pink unicorn turned to Tempest and said, “want to travel together this evening? Airmail will be waiting for us there.”

“That sounds good.” Tempest replied. “Meet at the station at five p.m. then?” Mapper merely nodded then she and Serenity departed the red bricked townhouse. In their absence, Tempest gave Wildfire a long hard look. “How you feeling, Wily?”

“I dunno,” Wildfire hesitantly rubbed her left foreleg over her right one. “Nervous, scared, fake. Any of the above, like I'm wearing a mask.”

“You are wearing a mask, Wily.” Tempest said kindly with a forehoof on her shoulder. “That is the truth, but does that make you fake? Are you no longer Wildfire?”

She gave a tremulous little smile. “I guess I’m still me, I'll just be happier when we're done in Canterlot, that’s all,” Wildfire admitted, “and Honey, I'm sorry for last night.”

“For the tail ribbon, or taking so long to tie it?” Tempest asked with a giggle, wondering what she was apologising for.

Wildfire giggled, “so you didn't buy new lights then?”

“Not yet Wily,” Tempest replied, “I'll send you out for some when we do need them.”

“Yuppers, that's what I'm sorry for,” she stroked her foreleg again, feeling very foalish indeed. “Getting that wankered that I forgot I was blind. I’m sorry you had to see and hear all that.”

Tempest gave her a very sympathetic hug. “You seem to think I've never been drunk or seen a drunken pony in my life.” She then gave her a very deep loving kiss. “You weren't violent or abusive Wily. You were funny at times, but a sad funny at other times.”

Wildfire returned the kiss to Tempest with a tinkling laugh. “Did I dent the fridge?”

“I didn't notice a dent when I got my morning milk.” Tempest commented with a smile. “For lunch, do you like Fillydelphia fried flower sandwiches?”

“Yeah,” Wildfire nodded, “that sounds cool.” Then a thought occurred to her and she chuckled. “Airy liked her pressie that we left her by the way.”

“I was thinking as much when you two came home,” Tempest commented, “and she sent me an email from work. No snails she wrote.”

Wildfire laughed out loud. “Yeah I was winding her up about snails at the Lot to Canter restaurant. I taught her a bit of braille too. Did she tell you anything else?”

“That you dance very well.”

Wildfire giggled, “Honey I dance like a blind drunken mare.”

“Everypony should dance like nopony is watching.” Tempest grinned as she wrapped her forelegs around the little yellow mare’s shoulders. “And, it is a good thing Mapper didn't say anything about your lip gloss or you'd be one bad pony.” She kissed her again, smearing her lip gloss.

“Well…” Wildfire started before pausing to kiss her marefriend, “I was a little bad, I kinda freaked Airy out a bit. A lot.”

“About the snails or that you want taking to a place that serves frog legs?”

“Um…no...before we went out she untied me and asked me to use my imagination to please her after she made me cum three times,” Wildfire babbled at top speed as if saying at very fast would lessen the blow. “And um...well I...tried hoofing her a little.”

Rather comedically, Tempest's jaw dropped wide open, very nearly almost hitting the floor she was so stunned. “You did what? She didn't put that in her email.”

“Yuppers, I asked her to close her eyes and warmed her up for it,” Wildfire admitted, unsure if she was going to get yelled at or not. “She asked me what I was doing and she like, major freaked out.”

“Yeah, she has a pretty serous dirty hoof phobia.” Tempest said, still somewhat amazed Airmail let her do anything like that.

“Uh huh.” Wildfire carried on. “We had a chat about it in the bathtub, and she agreed to let me do it once my hoof was shining clean. To be honest, I thought I was looking at a few nights on the couch but she was ok with it in the end.”

‘Note to self, definitely do not tease Airy about this.’ Tempest thought to herself. “Wow, that is like, a really big step for her.”

“She seemed to really enjoy it when she came, then we snuggled for hours and we went out.” Wildfire smiled as she recalled how well the rest of the evening had gone. “She told me something about you though.”

In the cuddle, Tempest grew very still, “Oh?”

“Well, I've been trying to think how best to ask,” Wildfire led off, “and I'm just gonna ask, and if you get pissed I'll apologise after.”

Tempest tightened her hug. “Ask, love. I'll try not to get pissed.”

“Alrighty.” Wildfire summoned her nerve and took a deep breath. “How come you don't like having your wings bound up?”

“That wasn’t too hard was it?” Tempest nuzzled and kissed her nervous little mare. “I guess it is good to know rather than surprise me with some bondage sex play, hmm?” Tempest paused and considered her answer before she carried on. “Until I met Airmail I never lived on the ground. I never wanted to live on the ground. Airy was with Mapper and Mapper didn't want to live in the clouds, so Airy didn't. When I joined their herd I stopped living in the clouds, but I never wanted to lose that ability. Mapper tied up my wing with her magic. I think I tried to kill her.”

“Yeah,” Wildfire commented, “Pretty said it was beyond hate and rage.”

“Hmm, she and Serenity calmed me down while Mapper held me.” Tempest carried on her explanation. “She can hold pretty much anything she sets her mind to. It hasn't happened since then, and there is no reason to repeat it.” She finished with a very deep kiss. I watched Mapper bind your wings for that parade. I've helped Mapper bind wings. To each their own I say, just not me.”

“I do hope you didn't mind me asking,” Wildfire said as she stole a tiny kiss.

“You didn't ask with rope in your hooves.” Tempest smiled and returned the little kiss. “So I'm good.” Her belly rumbled loudly. “Let's go get lunch, but if you spill anything on your dress you're the one dealing with Mapper.”

“Gee, thanks Honey.”

“You're quite welcome.” Tempest giggled and gave Wildfire a playful nudge. “Want to graze on the lawn out back instead?”

“I'd rather eat nothing, say nothing, do nothing and sit in my own little bubble universe until tomorrow,” Wildfire replied quickly, “but as it is I'll just have to be careful won’t I?”

“That’s the spirit!” Tempest cheered and slapped the diminutive yellow mare on the back. “Risk all and get a good paddling on the train if you mess up!”

Wildfire giggled, “you make it sound like I want to mess up.”

“Well,” Tempest said firmly, “not the dress to be sure. I think your mane or tail could more easily be fixed, but!” and now she did her count from ten to one again, keeping her temper in check. “I didn't say that!” The violet mare forced a smile on her face. “For now, worry about keeping your dress clean. Oh, by the way, it does come off. I don't know if I can do your mane or tail back up like it is, and I know I can't do the makeup, but I do think we can get you out of and back into the dress again.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Wildfire performed a very happy dance. “I'd rather risk my mane be messy than stain neighponese silk, Tartarus I'd rather cut my mane off than damage this silk!”

Smiling, Tempest deepened her voice to affect her stallion character. “While I, on the other hoof, will stay dressed as a stallion my fair mare and wine and dine you with no wine, of course.”

Trying very hard to suppress her fit of giggles, Wildfire put on her upper crust Canterlot voice. “Why, my dearest stallion, I could think of nothing better than being wined and dined by such an attentive lover as yourself.”

“Yes,” Tempest intoned deeply, “so let us not dally any longer, but make haste for the bedroom, get you changed and be off to our local eatery!”

“Indeed my darling,” Wildfire bowed, and then trotted to the flight of stairs. “Much haste and little speed, then onwards to pursue that flightiest of temptresses, adventure!”

~ ~ ~

“Gentlecolt, gentlefilly,” the counter stallion at the restaurant that specialised in Fillydelphian food greeted both Tempest and Wildfire with a generous smile. “What would you like today?”

It had been two hours since Tempest had carefully helped the yellow pegasus get changed out of the Neighponese silk dress and into her violet maid’s dress. She was hungry. She gave the menu a very quick look over before she placed her order. “I’ll have the works and a sarsaparilla, please Parsley.”

“Ooh same for me please,” Wildfire spoke up, pointing her head in the serving stallion’s rough direction. “But with a black coffee instead, thank you.”

“Have a seat Sir, Ma’am,” the earth pony smiled at Tempest, who winked in return, “and it will be out in a bit.”

As they both took a nearby seat, Wildfire being guided by Tempest, Wildfire couldn’t help but giggle. “I feel like Airy did last night, what've I ordered, Honey?”

Tempest smirked, “No celery if you're worried.”

“Nah,” Wildfire got herself comfy at the table and shook her head. “I'm not worried, least of all by that.”

“Okay, well it is a long list.” Tempest proceeded to list off the ingredients on her hooves. “There’s; Chives, Dill, Daisy, Marigold, Chrysanthemum, Arugula, Fennel, Sunflower, Lavender, Camomile, Mint, Basil, Rose, Lilac, Marigold, Thyme, Dandelion, Clover and Pansy.”

“You left out the kitchen sink.”

Tempest sniggered, “the second Marigold is Prench, but they taste the same to me. They may have washed them in the kitchen sink so some of it could be in there, but it is a hidden menu item.”

“Anyhoo,” Wildfire giggled, “it all sounds very nice.”

“Yeah,” Tempest nodded enthusiastically. “Served on a Germaney roll and it is fried in sunflower oil.” She giggled with Wildfire, “almost looks like the flowers are swimming on the roll.”

“Hmm yummers, now I’m really glad we changed my dress.”

“Yes, now you can be the messy maid.”

“Well,” Wildfire smiled as she heard the sound of approaching hooves and the scents of many fried flowers. “I'll do my best, o wondrous stallion of mine.”

“You know, I'm certain you will, Wily…” Tempest was interrupted mid-sentence by the arrival of the earth pony stallion as he trotted up to their table with a large heavily laden tray on his broad back.

“Here is your order, Master Tempest and Madam...”

“Wildfire,” Tempest supplied helpfully.

“Madam Wildfire, your orders.” The earth pony server used his mouth to carefully place the very full tray on the table between the two waiting pegasi.

“Thanks Parsley.” Tempest thanked the stallion, as did Wildfire, and the server placed the plate in front of the blind mare along with her coffee, which he informed her was to the right of the plate. The violet pegasus proceeded to noisily chew her flowers and slurp her soda.

Taking a few moments to savour the many and varied smells coming from her plate, not least the vast amounts of oil the flowers had been fried in, Wildfire took a sloppy mouthful and relished the crunch of the petals. “Honey,” she said presently, “what do I look like?”

“You look like a pegasus in a maid uniform,” Tempest said, somewhat stating the obvious once she’d swallowed her greasy mouthful, “why?”

“I mean,” Wildfire said, pausing in her eating and waving her left forehoof over her heavily scarred and made up face. “Do I look normal?”

‘Calm, Tempest...keep calm, ten, count from ten…’ the violet pegasus ground her teeth silently as she calmed herself down. If Wildfire carried on talking like this, there would be a reckoning at some point, but not yet. “Yes my love, you look as if you had your eyes closed.”

Wildfire took a bite of her fried flowers as she digested that, picturing the way she might look to somepony else. “Then, at least tomorrow should go smoother than I thought.”

“No, I highly doubt that.” Tempest said with a shake of her head, then she quickly explained when she saw the diminutive pegasus’s face drop, “Mapper’s game is to make them all look like fools. I'm sure they will not take it well at all.”

“In the restaurant, yeah,” Wildfire started, “I meant throughout the day before that though.”

Tempest took a moment to chew a mouthful of Marigold and Arugula. “Wily, a disguise is nothing more than a clever non-magical illusion.”

“Yuppers.” Wildfire said quietly as she made some of her flowers disappear.

The violet pony took a deep swill of her soda and licked her lips. “Are you unhappy with the disguise?” She asked.

“No,” Wildfire replied, her hoof lifting up her black coffee, “but I shouldn't have to hide. After all, 'is there in truth no beauty?'”

“Define 'beauty' for me, Wily?”

“Well, I dunno,” the blind mare swallowed her coffee, “it’s in the eye of the beholder isn't it? I just want to be myself, and I know I look like a horror movie, but at least it’s honest.”

‘Luna damn it Wildfire!’ Again, Tempest had to breathe through her nose to calm herself. When she did speak, after a few moments silence, her tone was short and to the point. “First, you don't look like a horror movie. That will take a lot more makeup. Second, you do look startling. The difference in the colour of the fur around your eyes and your eyes draws attention. Then there is nothing there but fur. If you coloured your fur like Serenity did it is less noticeable. The fake eyelashes and eyeshadow just makes it look like you do have eyes.” Now calm, Tempest smiled, “do you know what makes you so beautiful?”

Wildfire swallowed a mouthful of Lavender, Mint and Basil. “Now, you're gonna say something mushy about my soul aren't you?”

Tempest smirked. “You know me so well.”

“I guess I do…” Wildfire slumped her chin onto her forehoof at the table. “Oh, I'm sorry Stormy, it just seems like a lot of effort and hoo-hah just to go home, that’s all.”

“I know you just wanted to show us off to your mom,” Tempest reached her hoof over and rested it on the one that wasn’t supporting her lover’s chin, “but that sort of ended when you joined the greater herd. It's more than your mom, but what are we all going to do first?”

“We’re gonna see mum, I know, and then the Fire Team…” Wildfire replied glumly. “I don't mean to come across as ungrateful, far from it.”

“Wily,” Tempest asked gently, “does going to Canterlot make you think of going home?”

“Hmm, a bit,” Wildfire admitted, “although the more time I spend here in Manehatten, Canterlot feels less and less like any kind of home.”

“You can look at it this way.” Tempest stated, “We are going to Canterlot to remember what was good and to remove what was bad. We are a herd and the least is the greatest in the herd.”

The blind pony tilted her head to one side, thinking that over quietly for a moment before she spoke up again. “Honey, I like that point of view, it’s just, I dunno, there's a lot of ghosts to put to rest y'know?” Wildfire paused once she asked the somewhat rhetorical question, then she continued, “Tempest, will this feeling go away after tomorrow? This prickly fear just here…” she tapped the back of her head with her hoof. “The fear that Amethyst Glory is behind me, watching me, stalking me night and day, waiting for the right moment to swoop in and drag me back to that…that…place.”

The violet mare swallowed the last of her fried Marigolds, “Wily, what is the one thing you fear the most from that home?”

Wildfire didn’t answer straight away. She shuddered, thinking of the small box that she had been locked inside. “You know what it is.”

“I do,” Tempest nodded, “and tomorrow after we see your mom, we are going to lay that fear to rest in an unmarked grave. Then we are going to go to a fancy restaurant and be feed not enough for a door mouse. We’ll have fun and get kicked out. Then we are going to Dusk's place and to party, and if you like I won't let you get blind drunk, but I won't stop you either if you want to.”

Again, Wildfire slumped, this time her chin hit the table top. “I just want her to leave me alone Honey, that’s all.” She smiled ruefully. “I like the sound of the rest of it though, apart from the blind drunk bit, maybe.” She giggled. “I'm not running into any more fridges.”

“I'm sure I can find you a freezer instead.” Tempest snickered as she drained her soda and raised her forehoof to Parsley to request a refill for them both.

“Oh ha, ha.” Wildfire stuck her tongue out at her marefriend. “You should do the open mic next time.”

“I will!” Tempest grinned, “you can be my straight mare.”

“I suppose one of us has to be funny,” Wildfire snickered as her mug was refilled by the serving pony. “Besides, I still totally ninja'd your tail with that ribbon last night…like a sneaky thief in the night I was.” She took a long sip of her new steaming hot black coffee. “Now, Honey...I have a super important question, I've not asked it before cos it’s so important.”

“Red wine with carnations, for sure.” Tempest snickered around her soda.

“What?” Wildfire asked, momentarily thrown from her train of thought. “No silly, this is way more important than that. Right, here it is. Sharks or Ravens?”

Tempest blinked once then twice, wondering at first what the diminutive pegasus was talking about. Then it clicked. Rugby. “Silly filly,” she smiled, “I'm from Trottingham, Titans all the way.”

Wildfire snorted into her coffee. “Oh come on!” She guffawed, “I've got more chance of winning the cup than the Titans, Honey. The Sharks have so got this.”

Tempest rolled her blue eyes. ‘Sport’s fan…’ “Airy is the one from Vanhoover, so she is the Sharks fan.”

“Y'know,” Wildfire forged ahead, the rugby fan gathering a head of steam. “Apple Honey and her team has won the Equestria Rugby League Cup twice in a row, right?”

“Ahh, no…” Tempest put her hoof to Wildfire’s lips, “since I really don't follow sports. Then again I don't think Trottingham has ever won anything. Airy is the sports nut. Can you even see me playing rugby? Now if you want to talk sports, talk with Airy. She roots for the Vanhoover team, but she is a realist.”

Wildfire sniggered behind her hoof. “Nah…you wouldn't tape up your wings for eighty seconds let alone eighty minutes.” She giggled like an excited little filly. “I can’t believe she's getting me in to meet the Sharks!”

Tempest raised her eyebrow. “You're going to squeal like a little filly aren't you?”

“No…” the blind mare protested weakly, “well maybe…ok yes, yes I will…” she proceeded to squeal like a filly on Heaths Warming. “Like you wouldn't want to be in a locker room full of fifteen athletic fit sweaty ponies?”

“Nope,” Tempest announced proudly, “I’d rather be in a dungeon with fifteen athletic fit sweaty ponies.”

Wildfire pricked her ears up, giving her marefriend her full undivided attention. “G-Go on…” she breathed, her wings already semi-erect. “Please, go on...”

“Is this share a fantasy?” Tempest questioned, enjoying immensely the effect she was having on the little yellow pegasus. “All fifteen of them bound up and helpless, I'm in my stallion gear.” She said slowly in as husky a voice as she could manage. “Well, unlike some other stallions I have lasting power.”

“Awesomes…”

Tempest grinned an evil grin and went a little further, determined to get a full wingboner from her little lover. “I'd even ask if they would like a second round in a different hole.”

“NAaaaaAAH…” Wildfire’s wings fluttered and she crossed her hind legs firmly together as visions of a bound Apple Honey swam across her mind. “Hmmm…”

“And if they ask really nicely like I'll take it off so they can lick me good.” Tempest purred sexily. “If they don't ask really nicely I'll turn them over to Mapper for attitude correction.”

*Poomf!* Wildfire’s wings shot out fully stiff and erect. In a very dreamy voice she said, “imagine having the captain all bound up...” she squirmed a little on the seating pad as the aroused mare leaked juices from her marehood. “I um, I totally wasn't thinking anything like that, honest.”

‘Your scent says otherwise, Wily!’ Tempest thought triumphantly. “So, I guess you'd be upset if Airy was to even suggest you provide hoof polishes to the whole team and even be shower mare for those hard to reach spots. Yeah, I won't even mention it to her.”

“Wha...well I, I mean...” Wildfire babbled out something incoherent as she flustered and leaked more of herself on to the pad she was sat on. “Well, um...stop it! I'm in danger of leaving a damp patch here!” She squirmed even more, she had an idea that Tempest was wholly enjoying watching her. “Just...stop it, please...yes ok, yes I'd love to personally clean whatever fifteen multiplied by four hooves is, and shower them, rub them down and have them all pee on me so that I can clean them again before the mares and stallions all take turns but....ooooh Celestia it won't happen except up here,” she tapped her head, “will it?”

“I think,” Tempest led off, “both you and Airy are sweet talkers so don't say never till you can't say anything.”

Smelling the undeniable scent of her arousal, Wildfire shifted uncomfortably on her seating pad, positive that others could smell it too. “Um...Stormy, can we go, like soon?” She begged, “I'm kinda starting to smell like I feel.”

Seeing as they were both finished with their meals, and that their second drinks had been emptied, Tempest decided to show a little mercy to her wound up little pegasus. “If you'd like, I can work some of that off when we get home. No pressure of course.”

Wildfire almost jumped to her hooves to get off her stained pad. “Stormy I love you dearly, so you'd better jump me when we get in.”

“I will give it some thought.” Tempest replied, giving nothing away.

“You'll give it...after turning me on like that...you'll give it some thought?” Wildfire squeaked, “I swear, anything you like, bind me how you like, do it how you like, I'm yours!”

“I love you,” Tempest giggled as she ushered her out the restaurant door, “and you're really cute when you're desperate.”

“I'll so be your rugby mare in your private dungeon...” Wildfire whispered as they left, “and I am not desperate, I'm horny, and that’s entirely your fault, Honey.”

Tempest hung a wing over Wildfire’s back and giggled. “I'm such a smooth talker I am. After we’ve had some fun to get you all calmed down, we’ll have two hours of snuggle nap time and then we get ready to go and meet up with Mapper, Serenity, Dusk, Oils and the Stallion’s club that are coming along.”

“Alrighty, my captain.” Wildfire giggled and nestled into the feathery hug as they walked along. "I wonder if the stallions are having as much fun as we are getting ready?"

"That depends on whether or not Shoe got a hold of Dusky."

~ ~ ~

Celestia was in the process of lowering the sun when the overnight Manehatten to Canterlot Friendship Express steam train pulled out of the station. At eleven carriages it truly was a grand sight to behold. Six passenger carriages, club carriage, dining carriage, and three sleeper carriages made up the magnificent train. Situated in the first compartment of six in the leading sleeper carriage Wildfire was currently snuggled up to Serenity while the rest of the group entertained themselves in the dining carriage.

“Middle Pet,” Serenity led off in her beautiful melodic voice as the train rumbled under them sending vibrations through the wide bunk she was nestled on with the little yellow pegasus, “do you want to do a duet next open mic?”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire smiled, her head resting peacefully on the teal unicorn’s shoulder and burgundy mane, “can I pick the song?”

“Only if we do two.” The older mare nodded in agreement. “I want to do Sweet Dreams, which one do you want to do?”

“A Little Time, please.” She answered quickly.

‘A Beautiful South song. I should’ve known…’ Serenity smiled to herself. “You do like that group, don’t you?”

Alone in the compartment with her herd-mate, not because as Pets they had been naughty, but rather they both simply weren’t hungry, Wildfire grinned. “I love them.”

Unnecessarily, Serenity whispered a loud stage whisper. “My favourite group is any one that will make Mistress twinge.”

Wildfire returned the whisper, “you mean like Steps or the Spice Mares?” She smiled and gently nuzzled her cheek up and down the teal shoulder, “it's entirely mum's fault I love The Beautiful South.”

Serenity gave a soft musical giggle, “I couldn't sit for a day after I sang 'Spice Up Your Life' while Mistress was in the bathroom.”

After a moment’s consideration, Wildfire said, “well, I'm with our Mistress on that one, I do like Steps though.”

“Mistress thought steps was good also.” Serenity commented, nuzzling her cheek up Wildfire’s ear. “Mistress was not of the same mind with Spice Mares.” Now the thirty three year old mare giggled with glee.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the cricket bat, Senior Pet.” Wildfire stretched her right wing up and over Serenity’s back for a feathery cuddle. “Airmail and Tempest have both been creative in their punishments too.”

“I'm pleased the Mistress allowed me to purchase that.” The opera singer smiled, remembering the shopping trip they had all gone on that Saturday four days ago now. “Have your mares used the toys you purchased on you?”

“Hmhmm! Oh yes,” Wildfire smiled a happy smile. “Firstly I left the top off a garlic butter jar and Tempest made me sit through the Alicorn Bride hogtied with hoofcuffs, gagged and a butt plug, then on Monday I pranked Airmail and she spanked me with the crop before hoofing me.” She grinned as she recounted the fun events of the past few days. “Then, I spent the day as Tempest's maid. Cleaning the house was fun.”

“You have very nice mares living with you to love you so much.” Serenity said after the little mare had finished telling her little story.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire agreed, “I'm definitely lucky they've taken on a Mistress role to help me with Independent Time, otherwise I'd have been lost.”

“I like Independent Time.” Serenity affirmed, nestling into the warm feathery cuddle of the younger mare’s wing. “Let’s me go shopping for items that I know I will later regret.” She giggled, “And I can eat all the chocolate I want on Independent Time.”

“I've learned to like it,” Wildfire said determinedly. “At first I thought it was a form of punishment from Mistress.” She then remembered what she had asked Serenity on Saturday, and she thought that now was a good time to ask her again. “Senior Pet, remember Saturday, I asked you at Coco's about what pain was the best?”

“Yes, I remember.”

The slight change in Serenity’s melodic tone did not go unnoticed. “May I ask what it was, please?”

Very carefully, Serenity removed herself from the tight feathery hug and moved around on the wide carriage bunk to lie face to face with the diminutive yellow pegasus. She looked her square in the face and replied simply, “Death.”

While the look may have been lost on her, the tone of her voice was definitely not. It wasn’t a dead tone, Wildfire doubted a voice so melodic and musical could be deadened, but there was a change. “Oh...um, in that case I'm glad it wasn't the best pain ever then.” A thought crossed her mind then. “Um...was it somepony you knew?”

“No,” Serenity answered quickly. “I was the first on the scene of an accident. The earth pony's lower half was crushed by the car that had hit him. I took the pain while other rescuers tried to free the victims that had a chance. Took five minutes before the stallion died pain free.”

“Oooh I see. Well, at least the stallion died with no pain. That was a nice thing for you to do for him.” Wildfire smiled and leant forward, feeling for her herd-mate with her muzzle until he felt where Serenity was, and she nuzzled her gently. “I'm super glad you took my pain from me.”

Serenity nuzzled the little mare in return. “Mmm, your pain was tasty, I'm glad to have it, but I’m sorry you received it.”

“Yuppers, me too, it kinda sucked buckets…” she trailed off a little as she placed a delicate little kiss on the larger mare’s cheek. “But thanks to you I don't have to feel it again and I can't ever thank you enough, Serenity.”

At the use off her name, rather than her given title, Serenity smiled. “I'm sure we can think up something.” She said with a giggle.

Wildfire smiled, “you helped give me my wings back, seriously, like, anything I can do for you, you just say.”

“You have given me hope to have a foal.” Serenity gave the smaller pony a kiss of her own. “I think I still owe you.”

“I’ll tell ya what,” Wildfire held out her left forehoof for a bump, “what say we call it even?”

Immediately, Serenity bumped Wildfire’s hoof with her own. “Even, so now we just snuggle.”

“Hmm, that sounds like a good plan to me, hun.” She scooted around and lifted up a wing for the larger pony. “I got you a feathery blanket right here.”

Serenity giggled and shuffled in closer to Wildfire’s right side. “Too bad the beds are too narrow to sleep two.”

“So um, I have four Mistresses now I think,” Wildfire started as the thought entered her head. “Mistress Mapper, Mistress Luna, Airmail and Tempest. How many you got?”

“I have three,” Serenity replied, “and you are free to treat Ms. Tempest and Ms. Airmail as Mistresses if you wish. For me it is Mistress Mapper, Mistress Snowfall, and now Mistress Luna.”

“Ms. Snowfall, huh?” Wildfire caught the use of the title and thought she better do the same. She giggled and pulled the teal unicorn closer to her with her wing. “If you had a third I would've said Ms Thespian. I like to think of Pretty and Honey as mistresses now.”

“If they make you feel secure then it is a good thing for a bad pony.” Serenity nestled into the hug and giggled. “I help Mistress Snowfall when I have days off, both her and Master Baron. Ms. Thespian is a good friend, but she has no wish to be a Mistress and she let Mistress Mapper know.”

Wildfire joined her herd-mate in her giggles. “I'm good at being bad for them, and I think they like my kind of bad. What's Mistress Snowfall like?”

Serenity took a few moments to consider the elderly pure white earth pony mare. “Mistress Snowfall is very loving and gentle. Mistress needs helps with accounts which I'm good at, and I also do some house work with her. Mistress is not a young pony and Mistress Mapper enjoys letting me help her with things.” She giggled, “Sometimes I stay the whole night with the both of them.”

“Aah,” Wildfire smiled, “accounts and numbers aren’t really my thing, thick as a post me.”

Serenity felt she had to disagree. “You don't seem thick to me. I'm sure you can do numbers if you wanted to.”

Wildfire smiled and shook her head. “Oh trust me Beauty, I tried, Dusk tried. I flunked math with the worst grade possible. My teacher left me in no uncertainty as to how thick I am.” She laughed, “now, if you want a poem or the history of the Manehatten Sharks, I'm your mare.”

“Then you should write a poem with numbers.”

“It’s um…it’s hard to explain,” Wildfire said, “it’s like the numbers just all merge together on the paper, and the harder I concentrate the more jumbled up everything becomes.”

“What does that have to do with poetry?” Serenity asked simply.

“I don't know.”

“With just one not much fun then there is two just me and you. Now comes three still a mystery next we have four it is fun with more in bed is five feel so alive.”

Wildfire giggled and nuzzled Serenity’s cheek. “Not bad for a singer.” A thought occurred to her then, “how about you? Have you always been a singer?”

“No,” Serenity replied with a wide smile. “I've been many things. In Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns I was majoring in sonic magic, and found that I enjoyed playing piano. I graduated near the top of my class. After that I did several types of jobs with music, but once I went to an opera and I haven't looked back. I kept my empathy talent hidden in school.”

“That’s the CSFGU, right? What do you use sonic magic for?”

“It is combat magic,” Serenity explained, with not a small amount of pride. “For defence, you can create silence or for attack you can use sound waves and pulses to, well, hurt somepony. With the right harmonic vibrations you can liquefy an opponent’s insides.”

“Wow…that’s awesome stuff, Beauty.” Wildfire was justifiably impressed that her herd-mate was so skilled. “So, if my humming ever gets annoying you can shut me up?” She asked with a playful nudge of her elbow to the teal mare’s barrel.

Serenity giggled, “I can counter hum and see where that takes you.”

Wildfire whispered. “Most likely it’ll get both of us spanked.”

There was an excited tone in Serenity’s voice when she whispered back. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I do have one number poem my mom taught me: One, two, three, the garden is growing. Four, five, six, now it needs hoeing. Seven, eight, nine, Down go the weeds. Ten, eleven, twelve, Water it needs. Thirteen, fourteen, here comes a shower. Fifteen, sixteen, a carrot and a flower!”

“See, I struggle with the symbol of the number to its name though, and the order.” The blind mare laughed, “if Mistress ever asked me to count strokes I fear I'd be very sore little pony.”

Serenity giggled her musical giggle. “I try very hard to count. One time I didn't count the first stroke and then there were no more after that...”

Wildfire offered the larger mare a sympathetic nuzzle. “Beauty, oh that must've been so awful.”

‘Beauty, I think I like that.’ Serenity smiled that she’d been given a Wildfire nickname. “Almost as bad as Mistress Luna beating Junior Pet.”

Wildfire giggled, “yuppers, that was horrific alright. Hey um, Serenity, I’m curious. How'd you find out you were into bondage? I mean, there must've been a first time that you hadn't tried it.”

“It was at Celestia's school.” Serenity started to explain, then she took a breath before continuing. “I went through a hazing and I loved it. I found pain to be a drug, but I didn't let the others know. I found a group in Canterlot that did dungeon play and I fell in with them. Then a bad thing happened, a pony died, and I was cleared of wrong doing since I wasn't a Mistress or Master. I sort of drifted a bit, doing odd jobs and trying to become a singer. I was singing at an amusement park when Mistress Mapper found me and we hit it off together. With her came Ms. Tempest and Ms. Airmail. It was good and I got my big break and made it to Broadway.”

“My ex-marefriend Air Raid and I used to play, but it was only ever play. She’d hoof-cuff me sometimes for fun. It wasn’t a serious thing like now.” Wildfire shuddered as she went on with her account. “I found I liked it. It was fun. At the home, though, that was different. One time I was tied up and disciplined hard for something they said I did. That wasn’t BDSM though, that was just torture. After so long I learned to like it, it was maybe a year or two I think.”

“Why do you like it now?”

“Hmm…that’s a good question Beauty.” Wildfire paused, “honestly I'm not sure, it’s just something I'm used to, it’s a part of me, like hooves and peeing.”

“I like to be helpless,” Serenity nodded her understanding. “To be controlled, and for me pain is a drug I crave. I need Mistress Mapper to control my urges, and to keep me safe.”

“I didn't like being helpless before,” Wildfire commented. “Being helpless with Amethyst Glory, Lotus Stripes or Amber Leaves was a very, very bad, baaaaaad thing. They really knew how to hurt you, I mean really, really hurt you. Amber took pride in making me scream for days and days. I guess I just got used to the pain, it was attention I suppose. Now, with Mistress Mapper, Airy and Stormy it's so different.”

“How?” Serenity asked, very curious indeed as to Wildfire’s reasons. “It was me that split the herd.”

“Well, they don't hurt me for no reason, and it's not malicious, and here I have a safe word.” Wildfire replied, “so yuppers it's pain and punishment but it's different. Here there's love.”

“Love makes all the difference, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, yeah it does.” Wildfire smiled a wide contented smile and nuzzled Serenity. “It's taken me a few days to see it, but yeah it does. The difference is having a safe word and it being respected, like when Airy was spanking me, I said ‘Peaches’ and she stopped. Amethyst Glory wouldn't have stopped, she would’ve just got Lotus to beat me harder until my leg broke, or a few more ribs broke.”

“This is why I need Mistress Mapper.” Serenity explained, very grateful of the soft feathery blanket she was snuggled into. “I wouldn't have let Amethyst stop until I was dead.”

“I get it Beauty, and most of the time I wished I was dead.” Wildfire commented. “Especially at the end, you saw the state of me a few days ago.”

“I'm sorry that happened to you,” Serenity said with a gentle nuzzle, “but deep inside I wished it happened to me. That is why I need Mistress Mapper.”

“Is that why you were so eager for my pain?”

Softly, very softly indeed, Serenity said, “Yes.”

Wildfire leant her head up and gently kissed Serenity’s cheek. “You were welcome to it. Besides, I'd rather it happen to me than to the old stallion in the cell next to me, at least I could take it.” She nuzzled into a second kiss. “I've used my safe word twice since being here, have you ever used yours?”

“Once.”

“Just once?”

“Yes,” Serenity admitted with a slight sigh. “I got the word from Mistress Mapper and she told me to use it when she had gone too far. I scared Mistress when I wouldn't use the word and I almost died. Ms. Requiem had to get involved. Nopony went to jail for which I'm thankful. After that Mistress wouldn't even kiss me. After a week I used my word and begged Mistress to forgive me. Mistress has never gone that far with me again and I've not needed my word since then. Mistress loves me too much and I'm okay with that.”

Just because she thought it necessary, Wildfire kissed her again. “I'm really glad you're still here.”

“I'm glad too,” Serenity replied, accepting the kiss with a smile, “but if anypony is going to orgasm on their death bed it will be me.”

Wildfire giggled, “Otherwise if you weren't here my filly wouldn't have a playmate would she?”

Serenity asked, “Have you decided on a sire yet?”

“Hmhmm!” Wildfire nodded, “I'd like Mr. Tinkerer, bigger chance of getting a pegasus that way. How about you?”

“I have talked with Ms. Recital and Mr. Trumpet and they agree to help me have a foal.”

“Awesomes.” Wildfire smiled. “Are you fussed about what you have?”

“I hope it is a filly,” Serenity replied, “but I'll be happy to have any foal.”

With an air of definite surety, Wildfire said, “I know I'm having a filly. I’ve always known. I’m gonna call her Fireflight.”

“Then, I hope your dream comes true.” Serenity said kindly.

“Well, everything has so far,” Wildfire laughed, “so I see no reason why this one shouldn't as well.” The two mares spent a few quiet moments affectionately nuzzling each other. “It’s gonna be awesomes bringing her up, and foal sitting for you too.”

“It will be nice to have the herd brought back together again.”

“Hmm, that's something new for me, herd life I mean,” Wildfire led off with the change of subject, “but I'm looking forward to it as well.” She reached up and kissed the teal cheek again. “Have you got a name in mind?”

Serenity nodded, “Hope if a filly and Artemis if a colt.”

“Eeeeee!” Wildfire performed a very filly-ish squee. “Those are both awesome!”

“Thank you,” Serenity smiled, “and Firelight is a sweet name too.”

“Aww, thanks Beauty.” Wildfire giggled, “Maybe I should think of a name for a colt. Juuuuust in case…ooh I know, Heatwave. He was my old partner back on the Canterlot Fire Team, he taught me all I know about fighting fires.” She nuzzled Serenity tenderly. “What inspired your names?”

“My mother's name is Joy, and her mother is Peace, it runs in the family.” Serenity replied. “I just like the sound of Artemis.”

“Yuppers, so do I.” Wildfire smiled, “they're both good names.” She rested her head on the older mare’s shoulder. “How long d'you think we have till we reach Canterlot?”

“It’s coming up to eight thirty p.m. now, we should be there about eleven in the morning.”

“Hmm...I'm glad you're all coming with me.” Wildfire admitted, the prospect of returning to the city of her birth still bothering her. “Not that I couldn’t now, but I wouldn’t attempt this journey alone.”

“Mistress Mapper is intolerant of intolerance.” Serenity affirmed with a smile.

“Well, Mistress Mapper will encounter plenty of that, so would I too if it wasn’t for this awesome makeup job.” Wildfire nestled into the unicorn. “Stormy told me how I look.”

“You could always colour the scars over your eyes to match the fur and leave off the rest, but that is up to you. It really depends on what you wish others to expect when they meet you.”

“It’s the difference in attitudes between Manehatten and Canterlot.” Wildfire explained the way she saw things. “In Manehatten I don’t have to hide to walk down the street.”

“What streets have you walked down, Wildfire?” Serenity asked gently. “I don't want to destroy your view of the city I live in, but some see you and just walk away. Some ignore you like they ignore everypony. The rest are nice.”

“I can totally live with that.” Wildfire replied quickly, “I like the way they don’t throw insults or scream and run away. On Monday I shopped on my own and I just had one negative reaction, just one.”

“Did that pony hurt you?” Serenity asked quickly.

“No, not physically, he chatted me up in the MiAC place,” the blind pony explained what had happened. “When I turned to face him, he legged it, that's all.”

“Okay.” Serenity breathed a relieved sigh. “You will tell if anypony hurts you though, right?”

“Of course I will.” She playfully nuzzled Serenity’s cheek. “Wanna try to squeeze in on one bed?”

Serenity judged the beds were just over two and a half feet wide. She grinned. “I'll take that challenge. You have wings, I think it is better if I'm on the bottom.” The teal unicorn lit her horn and used her hazel magic to fold down the top bunk. “I'll go up first then you follow and then we can snuggle and maybe Mistress won't notice.”

Serenity used the ladder to get to the top bunk, and a moment later Wildfire followed her up. “While the Mistress is away the Pets will play. The ceiling is just three feet above the bed, put your back to the wall when you get up.”

“Okie dokie!” When Wildfire reached the top of the ladder, she made sure to keep her back to the wall.

“Okay, now slide down a bit towards me.” As a guide, and to help, Serenity ran a hind leg under Wildfire’s and the other over, then the blind pony slid down towards her. Once contact was made, Serenity started grinding her crotch against the diminutive yellow pegasus’s.

“Yeeep!” Wildfire squealed in shocked surprise. “Best get into bed ever!” Quickly getting the idea, she ground herself down onto the unicorn’s marehood. Scissored together as they were, Wildfire had Serenity’s hooves in easy licking distance. “Hmm, I smell hooves. May I?”

“Help yourself, you don't mind if I do too?” Came Serenity’s quick reply.

Expecting a wet tongue, Wildfire was justifiably surprised when she felt the unicorn her take her hoof in her forehooves and then something pointed run across the sole. She flinched slightly. “I-Is that y-your horn? Oooh…”

“Yes,” Serenity replied, “your first time?”

“Yuh huh, on my hooves anyway.” Wildfire said as she took the hoof in her mouth and kissed along the outer edge of the toe.

Smiling, Serenity ran her horn along the white line and over the apex before running it gently along the sulcus of the frog.

This was a whole new set of sensations for the little blind mare, whose hooves were at the best of times sensitive. “Hmm…aaaaah…S-Serenity!” Deciding attack was the best defence, Wildfire mirrored the action at her hoof, running her wet tongue around the inner white wall of Serenity’s hind hoof.

“Mmmm…” A soft hazel glow surrounded Serenity’s horn as she set it to tingle and she slowly repeated her action.

“Oooh wowee!” Now this was definitely new. In response she ran her teeth across the flat underside of the outer edge of the hoof in her mouth.

As a direct result of Wildfire’s attention, Serenity’s hoof shivered in her grasp. “Hmm, you are really good at this.”

“Why thank you...you…oh wow,” Wildfire breathed, very aroused, “you aren't too shabby either.” She then ran figure-of-eights across the sole of Serenity’s hoof, flicking the tip of the frog as she did so.

Serenity rubbed the bulbs with the side of her horn, causing Wildfire to let out a loud whimper and release more juices from her already wet marehood as they scissored each other. She then ran her tongue down either side of the teal mare’s sensitive frog as her own leg twitched, Serenity picked up the speed of her grinding, making it harder for Wildfire to hold her hoof while she used her magic to help hold the pegasus’s.

With the increased stimulus, Wildfire ground herself down harder into Serenity’s crotch, struggling to hold onto her hoof as she tried to lick the length of your frog when their clitoris’s mashed together. “Ser-Serenity...gon cum soon!”

“Good, I can't hooold muuuch MMMmaaaorrrr!” Came her moaned response. As she came hard, Serenity's horn lit up the cabin.

When she finally managed to drag her tongue along the length of Serenity’s frog, Wildfire came as well, both mare’s soaking each other’s crotches in their combined juices as the magical release tingled through her whole body. “MMmuuuuur!” Wildfire panted her way through her climax. “Sweet...Luna that...was awesome!”

“Thank you Wildfire.”

Right then, almost on cue, the door to the train’s sleeper compartment opened to admit Mapper and Tempest. The pink mare sniffed the air. “Smells in here like somepony has gotten a head start.”

“Yes Mistress,” Serenity admitted to her wife and Mistress.

Tempest grinned. “Shall we do the same, Madam Mapper?”

“For not giving us a proper show, I judge you two can sleep where you are.” Mapper smiled up at her wife and slave. “Master Tempest, please have your way with me.”

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire replied eagerly as she planted a sneaky kiss on the sole of Serenity’s hoof.

Serenity giggled as Wildfire breathed gently across her frog. “Thank you Mistress.” She stopped her magic and relaxed, letting the little yellow pony have her way and she puckered her lips and planted tiny flowery kisses all over her sole, snaking a hoof down towards Serenity’s crotch.

Mapper of course was not fooled in the slightest by the sneaky little kiss that Wildfire performed, plus she caught the moving hoof almost immediately. “Play time is over. You two get some sleep.”

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire said with a little whimper, sneaking a last kiss of Serenity’s hoof as she wiggled her crotch into the teal unicorn’s, making a lewd squelching noise between the two of them. When Wildfire laid still, she rested her head against Serenity’s hoof while her herd-mate flicked her burgundy tail around Wildfire’s waist and lightly brushed where they were joined together. After a few strokes the tail simply rested still, covering them both. Wildfire however made no noise as she used Serenity’s hoof and lower hind leg as a pillow.