The group of ponies; four pegasi, three unicorns and three earth ponies, disembarked the Friendship Express steam train at the Canterlot main station. There were no troubles along the way from Manehatten, and they arrived shortly before eleven in the morning. Mapper, the pink unicorn with the light brown mane, looked around at her old stomping grounds with a smile on her muzzle. “Middle Pet, you are on Independent Time. Remind me how far the cemetery is from here.”

Wildfire felt dread when she first got off the train. Nopony yelled or screamed as she did so, but fear gripped her. ‘What if they find me and drag me away?’ Mapper’s voice snapped her out of it and she answered, “Thank you, Mistress. It is about three miles from here.”

“Very good,” said Mapper. “Wildfire, shall we go as a group, or would you like to do something else?”

Mapper used her name and that gave Wildfire pause. ‘Is she rejecting me?’ Two ponies moved to stand against her side and the one that smelled of jasmine draped a wing over her, and Wildfire relaxed. “Mistress, I would like for all of us to meet mum, but would you mind if Pretty, Honey, and myself went first?”

Mapper nodded, “Serenity get enough cabs for seven. Dusky, I do hope you don’t mind riding with us, dear. Take your mates and go, Wildfire. We will meet up with you there.”

“We don’t mind at all,” Brush Stroke spoke up for Dusk.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Wildfire nuzzled the mares to either side of her. “Ready?”

Both mares moved away to spread their wings. “Ready,” said Airmail.

Wildfire smiled, “C’mon then, let’s not keep mum waiting! Feel you later, Mistress.” Wildfire sprang into the air rising straight up followed by her herd-mates.

Mapper watched the three fly off. “I hope she is happy, Pet,” she said softly. The unicorn moved through the train station to the street followed by the remaining five ponies.

Wildfire flew straight up till she thought she was high enough. From memory she faced west and waited to hear the other two beside her. She didn’t wait long at all.

For Tempest this was her first visit to Canterlot. Airmail had been here before, but it had been a few years since her last trip. “You know your way?” Tempest asked.

“Like the back of my hoof, Honey,” said Wildfire as she waved a hoof. “Of course I programed it all in my flight suit and I’m not wearing it,” she giggled. “We need to look for a really large building with a clock tower on top. That’s the Market end of the Residential District. The cemetery is at the other end of a long road leading from there. Can’t miss it.”

“I see the tower at one o’clock,” said Airmail.

“Awesome stuff, Pretty!” exclaimed Wildfire, happy her memory still held true. “We head towards that, and then the road should lead to the right, to the north. Cemetery is on higher ground.”

The three flew level towards the clock tower, “Not a lot of traffic,” commented Tempest.

Wildfire laughed, “No, not many fly in Canterlot. Too busy walking with their noses in the air. Look,” Wildfire points down with a hoof, “am I right?”

“Umm…” Tempest looked, “We’re pretty high up.”

“There’s bound to be a few down there somewhere,” said Wildfire. “No pony rushes or flies much. Too busy with their upper crust image. We can fly lower to see them.”

“Wily,” said Airmail, “let’s keep our altitude and fly to where we need to go.”

Wildfire nodded, “Yeah, good idea, Pretty.” The smile on Wildfire faded.

“Not many pegasi live in Canterlot, anyways,” continued Airmail. “They prefer to live in Cloudsdale. I’d much rather see your mum, than some snooty unicorn.” She watched the smile return to the yellow mare.

“It’s eleven oh four,” Tempest said, “seems to be an accurate clock.”

“Yuppers, you can set your watch by that clock!” Wildfire said.

Airmail looked from the tower uphill along the straight street, but didn’t see any green. “So the other end of this street?”

“Once we get nearer you can’t miss it Pretty,” said Wildfire.

Tempest took in her surroundings as they flew, “Castle looks pretty from up here.”

“Yup,” muttered Wildfire, “sure used to be a pretty view, Honey.”

Airmail saw the storm cloud spread across Tempest’s face, and quickly intervened, “Where do you want to land, Wily?”

“At the entrance, please,” Wildfire answered. “Mum isn’t far from there.”

“Okay, forty-five degrees down and two hundred feet will put us there,” stated Airmail.

“Awesome!” Wildfire angled her decent down followed by the other two.

Tempest had enhanced her calm, and once they landed she pulled the flowers she bought at the train station. “I hope a dozen daffodils is enough, Wily.”

“A dozen is perfect, Honey,” Wildfire said as she took in the scent of fresh cut grass.

“Lead the way,” Airmail said, “this place seems well kept and peaceful.”

“It’s the best place in town,” commented Wildfire as she led with her wings. “I used to joke I could get through here blind.”

Tempest giggled, “Time to put that to the test.”

Wildfire moved with ease, “We will make a left up ahead, and she will be the second plot on the right.” After she navigated the short distance Wildfire stopped, “Well?”

“As long as there is only one Silverbolt here, then this is the place,” stated Tempest.

Wildfire settled down on the grass and extended a wingtip to touch the stone, “What’d I tell ya? I can find my mum’s place anywhere.”

Airmail smiled, “Your mum’s place is to die for.”

“Yes,” continued Tempest, “a line of ponies just dying to get in here.” Tempest settled down on Wildfire’s right and Airmail on her left.

Wildfire laughed at their jokes, “I know mum’s gonna love you two.”

“Joking aside,” Airmail said, “it looks like just your mum’s name is here. Seems your dad didn’t join her while you were away.”

Wildfire ran a wingtip over the stone and recited from memory, “In Loving Memory of Silverbolt 1981 to 2018, Death has the swiftest wings of all.” She paused to collect her thoughts, “You say dad isn’t here? No mention of Cold Front anywhere?”

Airmail snickered, “Gee, I’m old enough to be your mom.”

Tempest looked about, “No, his name isn’t here, nor nearby.”

Wildfire nuzzled Airmail, “Yeah, but it’d be weird having hot sex with you if you were.” She then nuzzled Tempest, “Hmm, I wonder if dad’s still at the old place then?”

“Hello, Silverbolt, I’m Airmail. Your daughter really knows how to put her best hoof forward,” Airmail ended with a laugh.

“Hello Silverbolt, I’m Tempest, and I’ve been bucking your daughter.” Tempest licked Wildfire’s ear, “She is a sweet filly.” She then hoofed the daffodils over to Wildfire.

Wildfire moved forward to press her forehead against the stone and set the flowers at the base, “Hey, mum. Sorry I haven’t been round for a while. These awesome mares are my marefriends, and I’m part of a herd now.”

“Best herd on Stallion Island,” touted Airmail. “You do need to know your daughter has been a bad pony though. Hope you don’t mind us giving her a spanking.”

Wildfire laughed, “She says somepony has to do it. Rather be those who love me.” Wildfire wrapped her wings around the stone, “Mum wants a cuddle.”

Airmail and Tempest move forward to cuddle Wildfire and each wrapped their wings around her and the stone. Airmail spoke up, “Silverbolt, we good then?”

Tempest followed up, “Because we’re taking your daughter back to Manehatten.”

Wildfire enjoyed the warmth and comfort of the other two around the cold stone, “Yeah, says she’s happy to call you family.”

“Hoof bump, we’re in!” exclaimed Airmail.

Wildfire giggled, “I introduced you to my mum first, and you passed her test.”

“I’m glad I did!” Airmail nuzzled Wildfire, “I didn’t want to show her up in front of you with some hoof wrestling.”

Wildfire laughed, “I knew you’d fit in.”

Tempest whispered, “Think she knows I’m a mare, or do I need to take off my disguise?” she ended with a giggle.

Wildfire smirked, “I think she knows, Honey. She never fell for my ‘I’m too sick for math class’ routine.” She pressed a hoof against the stone, “Mum, can you watch over Tempest when she works the storms, please?”

“Some extra help is never turned down,” said Tempest.

“Thanks,” Wildfire lowered her hoof, “She says look twice at the lightning clouds.”

Tempest giggled, “If there is one, I’ll just buck it harder than I buck you, lil’ filly.”

Wildfire shook her head, “Y’know, you are talking to mum about sex, with me, right?”

Airmail snorted, “What, you know she might just know something about that. She did give birth to you after all.”

“Yeah,” continued Tempest, “What does she think we are, foal sitters or something?”

Wildfire playfully stomped a hoof, “I’m not a filly, nor do I need foal sitters! I’m twenty-four!”

“And she ain’t a virgin anymore either, Silverbolt,” Airmail added.

“I can testify to that,” Tempest agreed.

Wildfire blushed hard, “Guys! You gonna compare techniques next?”

Airmail nodded, “Yeah, Silverbolt, did you know Wildfire is a magician? She can make her leg disappear!”

“And you should know,” purred Tempest, “that she has the cutest little moan when she comes.”

Wildfire gave up, “Good job I love the pair of you.”

Tempest gave the yellow mare a kiss, “Love you too, Wily.”

Airmail followed up with a kiss to Wildfire, “Yes, I do too, and we are a herd to be heard!”

Wildfire gave a soft sigh, “Y’know the only other mare I brought to meet mum was Air Raid, though I don’t think mum liked her very much.”

Airmail snorted, “That’s behind you like a ponyapple.”

Tempest agreed, “The only thing to do is move forward, right Silverbolt?”

Wildfire smiled, “Mum agrees with you, both of you.”

“See,” said Tempest, “you have a smart mum which means she had a smart filly!” She sealed the statement with a kiss.

“Sloppy seconds!” shouted out Airmail who plunged in for a deep kiss.

Once she parted lips with Airmail, Wildfire pouted, “Mum, tell ‘em I’m not a filly! Humph, just cos you’re older than me…”

The other two mares giggled. Airmail said, “When I was your age you were in nappies.”

Tempest nudged the diminutive mare, “But now you’ve turned into a fine mare that any mother would be proud of.” Both leaned in and kissed Wildfire’s cheeks.

Wildfire turned to kiss each of them, “They think I’m an easy tease too, mum.” She lowered her voice to a stage whisper, “I let them think that really.”

“Yes,” Airmail nodded, “it is very difficult to tease her.”

“Oh, yes,” Tempest agreed, “like with chocolate chips on a table.”

“Or having her do show dances,” added Airmail.

Tempest nodded, “Very challenging.”

Wildfire snickered, “Hey! Mum, it’s not fair,” she nudged Tempest, “to move the chips when somepony can’t see them!”

“Sneaky chips they were,” excused Tempest.

Airmail nuzzled her lover, “Do you feel outnumbered three to one, love?”

Wildfire faux wept, “The big ponies are being mean.”

Tempest laid her head against Wildfire’s, “I’m standing with you, Wily. Us against the old ponies.”

“By the way, Honey, mum says next time you spank me, make it count. Apparently I missed a bit when I was dusting.” Wildfire raspberried the stone, “Traitor.”

Tempest nuzzled Wildfire, “You are such a bad pony.”

“That’s what mum says too,” said Wildfire. “That each of you need a medal for living with my ‘Wily-ness’ as she puts it.”

“That’s good, and do you give up yet, we have you outnumbered.” Airmail giggled, “in years anyways.”

Wildfire laughed, “See what I have to live with mum?”

Tempest asked, “You told her about your plans for a foal yet?”

“Not yet,” Wildfire said, “I was getting to it, boss lady.”

Airmail giggled, “How quickly important things slip the minds of the young.”

“Oh, hush oldenpony,” Wildfire snickered, “So, yeah mum, y’know I haven’t been able to have a foal these past few years. Well now I’m with this herd of cool ponies, and I hope to make you a proud granny.”

Airmail added, “And the herd and I will help raise her right.”

Wildfire nuzzled Airmail, “Mum seems to think I’ll need all the help I can get.” She turned back to the stone, “Thanks, oh mare of little faith.”

“Or somepony that knows you too well?” Tempest said.

“Yeah, mayb…” Wildfire paused, “Hey!”

Tempest licked a yellow ear, “Want to get started on foal making practice right now?”

“Eww, you wanna buck me in front of mum?” said Wildfire. “Reminds me of Raid. You could at least take me up to a cloud.”

Tempest giggled while Airmail sarcastically said, “Har de har har.”

“I know I’m irresistible.” Wildfire nuzzled Tempest, “You can give me that rutting you owe me later at Dusk’s place, Honey.” She turned and nuzzled Airmail, “What was with that laugh, Pretty?”

Airmail returned a kiss, “A story for another time.”

Tempest spoke up, “You sure you don’t want to embarrass me about it in front of Wily’s mum?”

The cabs dropped off the seven at the cemetery gate. Mapper couldn’t remember if she ever visited this place, “Oils, would you be a dear, and send Dusky to see if the mares are ready for some company?”

“Certainly Master Mapper,” said Brush Stroke, and he turned to his lover, “Sweetie, please see if we are welcomed yet?”

“Of course my love.” Dusk took to the air for the short flight. He spotted the three mares gathered around a tombstone, and landed. “Hey guys. Hi Silverbolt. Are you ready for the others yet, Wily?”

“Saved by the bell,” stated Airmail.

“Yeah D, I’m ready, send them on in. I’m going to want that story soon, y’know Pretty.”

“Alright, Wily, be right back.” Dusk took off again and quickly landed in front of the group. “Wily is ready Master Mapper.”

“Any interesting activities when you arrived?” Mapper motioned for them to proceed since Dusk knew where to go.

Dusk smiled as he walked, “I get the idea that Master Tempest and Ms. Airmail have been embarrassing her in front of her mum. Most likely talking about sex.” Dusk led the group along the short walk to Silverbolt’s resting place. “Here we are,” Dusk said and gave Brush Stroke a kiss.

Mapper walked up to the trio, “Good midday to you, Silverbolt. I hope we aren’t too early, Wildfire.”

“Not at all Mistress, you’re just in time to save me from my marefriends.” She turned to the stone, “Mum, this is…” Wildfire paused for a moment, “Mapper, and she’s my Mistress in the herd.”

Mapper struck a dramatic pose learned from Serenity, “Do you hear that Airmail! I have come to rescue the fair damsel from your diabolical clutches!”

“You are too late, most heroic of knights!” responded Airmail, “For her very being belongs to me!”

Tempest loudly whispered to Wildfire, “I had to put up with this, every night.”

Both Airmail and Mapper laughed loudly in the cemetery.

Tempest and Wildfire joined in on the laughter, “Big foals the lot of you,” Wildfire said. “You made mum laugh to though, so you’re in Mistress.”

“But of course I am,” Mapper said with dramatic flair. “Here, Wildfire, I picked up another dozen daffodils at the train station.” She sat them with the first dozen. “Come forward Serenity, she may as well meet all the mini-herd.”

Serenity trotted forward, “Hello Silverbolt, I’m a singer, let me show you.” Serenity moved to her lowest octave and sang, “I was working in the lab late one night. When my eyes beheld an eerie sight. For my monster from his slab…”

Mapper interrupted, “Thank you, Pet.”

Airmail and Tempest both had a hoof pressed to their muzzle to stifle the giggles. “Y’know, Beauty, mum always liked those older songs,” Wildfire giggled, “especially Monster Mash.”

“It is nice to know a mare of refined tastes, Isn’t that right Mistress?” Serenity saw Mapper’s smile and glint in her eye and felt the joy of having done naughtiness right.

“It is a graveyard smash,” said Airmail.

“Hush, you silly pony,” responded Tempest. “The rest of you come up and introduce yourselves.”

“Don’t mind the oldenpony, mum.” Wildfire paused, “I’ll ask.” She looked in Mapper’s direction, “Mistress, mum wants to know if I’m better behaved for you than I am for Pretty and Honey.”

Omega, Sonic, and Shoe stepped up to introduce themselves as part of the greater herd. Dusk nudged Brush Stroke, “C’mon babe, she won’t bite.” The couple moved forward, “Hey Silvy, been a while. You still looking after Heatwave up there?”

Mapper took this moment to respond, “Your daughter is incorrigible, but you knew that. Nothing a firm hoof to the flank can’t correct.”

Wildfire sniggered, “A very firm hoof, Mistress, and thank you for the extra flowers.” She turned to Dusk’s direction, “She says ‘Call me Silvy again and I’ll haunt you.’”

Dusk giggled, “Sorry, Silverbolt.”

“Yeah, you don’t want a pegasus haunting you,” said Tempest, “you can’t just escape to a cloud to sleep.”

“Mum never did like that name,” Wildfire said.

Dusk shrugged his shoulders, “Not my fault your mum was easy to wind up.”

“You’re a naughty filly, Dusky.” Brush Stroke said as he enjoyed the blush that spread across his lover’s face.

“It is a bit of a surprise as you seem comfortable with your shortened name, Wily,” Airmail said.

Wildfire kissed Airmail, “Silver was okay. Dad used to call her Silvy on ‘those times’ to get to her.”

“Of course, sorry Wily,” Dusk said, “I didn’t think.”

“S’okay D,” Wildfire responded, “it has been awhile.”

Brush Stroke whispered to Dusk, “What times?”

“I’ll tell you later, hun,” Dusk whispered back.

“Shall we do lunch before we go our separate way until dinner?” Mapper asked.

A few grumbling tummies agreed, and Wildfire spoke up, “Sounds like a very good plan, Mistress.”

“I used to go to Donut Joe’s, the original one, for lunch when I was at the school. You’ve been there, Senior Pet?”

“Yes Mistress,” responded Serenity, “many times.”

Sonic spoke up, “I love that place! Best place to go if you want to make a positive first impression on somepony about this city.”

“I agree, Master Mapper,” said Dusk. “Are you ready to go, Wily?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire said as she stood. “Thanks for listening to me mum, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“I asked the cabs to wait for us,” said Serenity, “and they can hold ten.”

The group filed out of the cemetery to the waiting cabs. The yellow mare drew comfort between the two mares that gave her back a life worth living. “Bye mum,” Wildfire whispered knowing that she heard.

It had been years since she was in this Donut Joe’s, but from what Wildfire could tell the only difference between this one and the one in Manehatten was the Canterlot accents. The chocolate donut was delicious, but the coffee was, “The coffee is…”

“Coffee,” interrupted Airmail. “Over time I’ve learned to drink it for the coffee, but I do rejoice when I get back to Manehatten for the flavour.”

“Yeah, Pretty, that’s what I was going to say.” Wildfire giggled, “Not.”

Mapper spoke up, “Serenity and I are going to the college to see if I can stay out of trouble.”

“Mistress assumes she won’t be starting any trouble,” Serenity amended.

The others laughed, “Shoe and I are going to some of the clubs,” said Sonic. “I’m just hoping the cool ones are still here since my last visit.”

“We’re getting all of Wildfire’s transfer paperwork lined up,” said Airmail. “You going with the plan to head over to the Canterlot Times, Omega?”

“Yes, that is still the plan, though I’ll need to find some other activity after that,” said Omega. “What about you Prince…ess Dusky?”

“I’ll be taking Oils to visit the castle garden and maybe tea with Aunt Tia,” said dusk who enjoyed the sputtering from his lover.

Tempest said, “Looks like we have a plan. Meet back at the hotel prior to dinner for any touch ups.”

“I verified all our stuff was checked into the hotel,” Serenity said.

“We need to get Wily out of here before she goes into a chocolate coma,” giggled Airmail.

“What?” exclaimed Wildfire. “That could never happen! I think.”

Airmail and Tempest giggle. “Very difficult to tease,” said Tempest. She then licked some donut crumbs off Wildfire’s pouty lips.

Wildfire laughed, “Alrighty, let’s find Hot Spot and sort out what happened.”

The three left the donut shop and took to the air. “Where will we find Hot Spot?” Airmail asked.

“Fire station is on the east side of the Residential District, not far from the clock tower,” said Wildfire. “It’s a four story red brick building with chimneys, you can’t miss it.”

Tempest snorted, “The area is full of red brick buildings, but we can try. Clock tower is at our three o’clock.”

Wildfire laughed, “Yeah, I forgot about that. When we’re close it will have big red doors and might be a fire truck outside.”

Airmail stated, “As one mare told me, nothing to it, but to do it. Let’s fly.”

The group stayed close together so Wildfire never lost scent of either mare. “Each district has their own fire department, as does the castle.”

“Not too different from Manehatten, then,” Tempest said.

“Found it!” called out Airmail. “Two o’clock and one hundred fifty feet.” She looked around. “We will need to do a straight down approach with all the buildings. Canterlot sure has narrow streets.”

“Yeah, I forgot about the narrow streets too.” Wildfire maneuvered to land with her herd-mates, and once she touched down worry and fear raised up to the top. ‘What if he did sack me because I was worthless?’ Wildfire reached for an excuse, “Thanks for being cool with mum, guys.”

“She’s special Wily,” commented Tempest, “after all she had a special filly.”

Wildfire giggled, “Yeah, I’m special alright. I meant not being all weird talking to her. Dusk was at first.”

Airmail nuzzled the yellow mare, “There is nothing weird about talking to those that have passed. It’s when they tap me on the shoulder that I get weirded out.”

Wildfire nodded her head, “Don’t call her Silvy then. Course you could’ve been a bit more tactful than, ‘Hi, I’m Tempest, I’m bucking your daughter.’” Laughter washed over her reducing the fear.

Tempest held her nose high, “One should always be truthful.”

“It is better than being asked, ‘What, my daughter isn’t good enough for you?’” said Airmail.

Wildfire snickered, “Yeah, but mum doesn’t need to know my sex life. Righty, we out front?”

“Yes, since we landed,” said Airmail. “Two big red doors and a smaller red door to the right.”

Wildfire shook off the last of her worry, “Alrighty, here we go. There should be a buzzer to the right of the smaller door.”

“There is,” said Tempest. The group moved forward and she pushed the buzzer.

“Y’ello,” came a stallion’s voice from the intercom.

“Inferno?” questioned Wildfire, “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” replied the stallion, “who’s ask’n?”

“Wildfire, and I’m here to see the Captain,” the yellow mare answered, “Is he in?”

“Wily!” said a surprised Inferno, “Buck girl, come on in!” The buzzer sounded.

Tempest pushed open the door, “You need to play with fire as a foal to get a name like that.”

Wildfire giggled, “Yeah, we’re in guys.” On the other side of the door is a huge bright red earth stallion with a grey mane who wrapped Wildfire up in a hug. “Happy to see you too, Inferno.”

“Wily!” said Inferno, “As I live and breathe, how long has it been?”

“Five years, Inferno,” said Wildfire as she pressed into the hug.

Inferno looked over the diminutive pegasus, “Who’s the mare and stallion with you?”

“They are my herd-mates, Airmail and Tempest,” answered Wildfire.

“A pleasure to meet you, Inferno,” said Airmail.

Tempest used her deeper voice, “The same.”

“You must have loved it in Filly,” Inferno said, “How long have you been back?”

Wildfire moved back from the hug, “Filly? What…I’ve never been to Fillydelphia.”

Inferno tilted his head, “Really? We heard about your accident, and Cold Front said you’d gone to live with family there.”

Wildfire didn’t want to deal with the confusion now. “Um, anyway, is Hot Spot in?”

Inferno smiled, “In his office on the third floor like always. I haven’t told him you’re here, so go on up and surprise him.”

Confusion still on her face, Wildfire moved past her old friend without a word. Tempest followed, but Airmail paused, “Thank you,” she said with a smile and move past after the other two.

Wildfire muttered, “Dad told them I’d moved, huh?”

“Sounds like he didn’t want you to get any visitors,” commented Tempest.

Wildfire’s voice was dispirited, “Yeah, well it worked, didn’t it?” She hoofed open the stairwell door. “Office should be at the end of this corridor.”

“Is there enough room for all of us?” asked Tempest.

“Yeah,” Wildfire answered as she trotted down the hall. “His office is huge.”

“Wildfire,” said Airmail, “we are with you. We can settle the past latter.”

Wildfire paused at the door and took a deep breath, “Nothing to it, but to do it.” She gave the door her usual two knocks.

“Enter,” said a stallion on the inside.

Wildfire pushed open the door to reveal an impressive looking crimson earth pony with greying orange mane and beard behind a desk. She entered followed by her companions.

Hot Spot looked up from the desk when the door opened, ‘It can’t be!’ He stood, “Wildfire? Wily it is you! Come in, come in! Let me get seating pads for your friends!” The Captain quickly pulled out two more pads and put them next to the one in front of his desk. He put a foreleg around Wildfire in a hug, “I thought I’d never see you again, then I got the call. Sit down please.” He looked at the other two, and gestured at the other pads, “Please Sir, Madam.” He guided Wildfire to her pad, “I was surprised when I got the call and confused. Are these two your family from Fillydelphia?”

“No Sir,” replied Wildfire, “This is Airmail and Tempest, my herd-mates from Manehatten.” Each nodded at the mention of their name. She raised a hoof to Hot Spot’s chest, “Sir, I’ve never been to Fillydelphia.”

“Really?” Hot Spot shook his head, “But Cold Front said you’d gone there to stay with family following your accident.”

Airmail sniggered, “And to think, just two weeks ago, Wildfire was still in Canterlot.”

“I beg your pardon,” Hot Spot said, “Miss Airmail, was it?”

Airmail nodded, “Yes, of the Manehatten Times. My herd-mate, Wildfire, only moved to Manehatten just over a week ago.”

Hot Spot moved back behind his desk, “And you say she was in Canterlot? I confess myself confused.”

Tempest spoke up, “Seems her accommodations in Canterlot were not to her liking so she has relocated, much to my pleasure, to Manehatten. I take it you never wrote to her in Fillydelphia?”

Hot Spot took affront to such an allegation, “On the contrary, Mr. Tempest! I wrote many letters to the address I was given.” He looked with suspicion at the three of them, “None of which were answered, nor were my calls returned.”

“How unusual,” stated Airmail. “They were not returned undeliverable, unless, is there family in Fillydelphia, Wily?”

Wildfire shook her head, “Not that I know of, Pretty, no.”

“Now, excuse me please,” interrupted Hot Spot, “but what is this all about? I received a call from Chief Rung out of the blue on Sunday requesting information in regards to you Wildfire.”

“I apologize for that, but Rung isn’t one to do things by half measures,” Tempest said. “I believe it was due to my making an appointment for Wildfire to meet up with him.”

“You made the appointment?” asked Hot Spot.

“Yes,” replied Tempest. “I’m with the weather service and work in the same building.”

“Interesting,” Hot Spot said. “When Rung called and asked about your service history and reasons for leaving. Imagine my surprise, Wildfire, when I learnt you were to be working for him in Manehatten.”

“Sir,” said Wildfire, “if I may ask, why exactly did you let me go from the fire team?”

Hot Spot looked at Wildfire for a moment before he answered, “What do you mean?”

“Um,” Wildfire said less sure of herself, “after my accident, you released me, why?”

“I did no such thing!” Hot Spot said still confused as to what was going on. “I have Dr. Stable’s medical note here that cleared you to return to duty. He even provided a list of recommendations to implement to help you here at work.” He took a small stack of papers from his desk and hoofed them over, “Here, I had a feeling these would be needed so I gathered them up in one spot.”

Tempest took the offered documents and gave them a quick look over. “Well, darling, this will put a dampener on you getting a job in Manehatten. You still work here.”

“What?” said Wildfire as confused as Hot Spot. “How can I still work here?”

“I never released you, Wildfire,” Hot Spot said simply. “I kept your job open hoping you’d come back.”

“But…But, why Sir?” Wildfire was still lost at what she heard.

Hot Spot smiled, “That’s easy, you’re the best reserve I ever had, no way I was letting you go.”

Wildfire tried to take it all in, but was still lost what to do next, “I…But I…I still work here?”

“A bit sticky that,” said Tempest. “You’ll need Chief Hot Spot here to release you before Chief Rung can put you on his payroll.”

“Do you wish to work in Manehatten?” asked Hot Spot.

“Yes Sir,” Wildfire quickly replied, “it’s where I live now.”

Hot Spot nodded, “Very well then, your release shouldn’t be a problem. Now, please, what made you think I released you five years ago?”

Wildfire’s voice was subdued, “When I was in the hospital dad came and gave me the message from you Sir, that you’d fired me.”

Hot Spot was outraged, “What? I asked to see you in the hospital, but Cold Front said you were too ill to receive visitors. He said he’d pass on my message that you were to return to work as soon as you were able.”

While Wildfire sputtered, Tempest spoke up, “I see, Sir. Well then it seems we have another stop to make this day. Chief Hot Spot, will you be able to forward the needed forms to Chief Rung, releasing Wildfire so she can work there? She is to begin Monday after next.”

Hot Spot calmed himself down, “Forgive my outburst. Of course I’ll have everything sent to Chief Rung clearing Wildfire to work there as soon as you leave.”

Wildfire sniffed, “Thank you Sir. Oh, please Sir, Chief Rung asked that I hoof carry back a reference whether it was good or bad.”

“Wildfire,” Hot Spot said, “You were the best reserve I ever saw, by a long way. There is no way your reference would ever be bad.” He reached into his desk. “Rung did say something about a reference and I have it here to send to him, but you can have it to hoof carry.” He handed it over to Tempest’s waiting hoof.

Wildfire sniffed again, “Thank you, Captain.”

“I’ve added the resume to the other papers the Chief gave me, Wildfire,” Tempest said.

“Come on, love,” Airmail said, “let’s have an ice cream before we tackle our next visit.”

Hot Spot stood and moved around the desk, “Thank you for stopping by, Wildfire. Don’t leave it five years till the next visit.”

“I…I won’t,” she sniffed again, “Thank you Sir.”

Hot Spot wrapped her up in a hug, “Door’s always open for you Wily.” He looked at the other two, “Take care of yourselves.”

“Thank you Sir,” Tempest said, “This has lifted a cloud.”

Airmail added, “Yes, thank you.”

Wildfire tightened the hug before she let go, “Thank you for believing in me, Sir. That ice cream sounds like a plan Airy, let’s go.”

The two let Wildfire lead them out of the building. “So where is there an ice cream shop around here?” asked Airmail.

Wildfire seemed distracted, “Huh, what? Oh, remember that big clock tower? There’s always a vendor around there, and some might have seating.”

Tempest pushed a wingtip against Wildfire’s flank, “You with me enough to fly? We can always walk.”

“Yeah, we can fly,” Wildfire responded in a low voice.

“Okay,” Tempest said, “let’s go and plan our next step.”

“Yeah,” Wildfire let loose a deep sigh, “alrighty, Honey, let’s go.” She lifted off followed closely by the other two.

“Clock tower is at our twelve o’clock,” said Airmail. It was a short flight when she spotted the target. “Looks like another straight down approach. A few street venders and some small sitting tables in the square.”

Wildfire dropped without a word much faster than her landing at the fire station. She hit hard, “Ow!” She stomped the cobble stone street, “Ow! Damned thing!”

Tempest landed and looked over at Airmail as she landed. Airmail saw the look and quickly moved to intervene. “Table is this way,” she led Wildfire to a small table near an ice cream vendor. “At least you got some good news today. Chief Hot Spot cares.”

“Yeah, I guess,” muttered Wildfire.

Tempest brought the ice cream over from the vender once she got a hold of her temper. “Mopey ponies need ice cream.” She placed a chocolate cup in front of Wildfire, coffee for Airmail, and a lime sherbet for herself. “Sorry, they were out of peach.”

“Whatever,” Wildfire found her spoon and dug it into the ice cream.

Tempest slammed a hoof down on the table without knocking anything over or breaking it. She saw Wildfire cringe, “Don’t give me that ‘whatever’ crap! You’re not some teenage filly who thinks the universe is against her!”

Wildfire fought back, “What d’you want Tempest? I’ve just found out my dad stitched me up like a kipper!”

Tempest through her forehooves in the air, “Whoop-tee-do!”

“Stormy,” Airmail said.

“What?” Tempest thundered back.

“Please?” responded Airmail. She watched Tempest start her deep breathing exercises. “Wily, it happened. Now what are you going to do about it?”

Wildfire still had fire in her voice, “First I want to know why my dad did this to me, then, I’m going to kill him!”

Airmail reached out and put a forehoof over Wildfire’s, “Trust me in this. Killing is not a good option. If you really want to hurt your own sire, then you need to do it where it counts, and he will live with knowing it.”

Tempest was once again her serene self, “Financially, then any reputation he may have.”

Airmail nodded, “You think he was getting any kickbacks from the home?”

“Worth looking into,” responded Tempest.

Wildfire paid no attention to the pair, “It’s all his fault isn’t it? He’s engineered everything that’s happened to me since my accident when I saved Dusk from Blitzwing in the science lab!”

Airmail moved her hoof to poke Wildfire hard in the ribs, “The world isn’t fair, and never has been! He bucked up your life, but you’ve already taken it back! He can’t take what you have away anymore.”

Wildfire gathered herself and let a real smile cross her lips, “Sorry Pretty, Sorry Honey.” She took a spoonful of chocolate. “I’m okay, really, it’s just…” She ate some more of her ice cream while the other two did the same as they waited for her to continue. “Y’know guys? I think I know why dad stiffed me up.”

Airmail paused with spoon halfway to her mouth, “Yes?”

Wildfire hesitated, “There’s something I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry, but it just never came up. I really didn’t think it was important.” She took a deep breath, “Well, shortly after the accident Dusk and Luna came to see me at the hospital. They came to see how I was, but also to give me a reward for what I did. Told them I didn’t want it, but they insisted.” She mumbled the amount, “Four hundred thousand bits.” She sighed, “Anyway, dad had me sign a bank paper and told me he would deposit it for me. Then a couple of days later dad brought Amethyst to meet me and told me I was fired from the fire team.”

Tempest snorted, “Well, any bets that account doesn’t have a single bit in it?”

“Let’s make the bank our next stop then,” Airmail said, “before we visit dear old dad.” She lightly poked Wildfire again, “But you need to get out of this funk! It is totally not sexy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wildfire said, “I’d like to say ‘Hi’ to daddy.”

“No killing him!” interjected Tempest, “That’s Airmail’s job.”

“What? I just wanna say ‘Hi’ that’s all.” Wildfire giggled a little. “And I’m sorry for my attitude, neither of you deserved it.”

“That’s right, you can save it for Mapper and have it re-adjusted,” Airmail stated. “Plus you are the one that said, ‘I’m gonna kill him.’”

Wildfire snorted, “I’m sure Mistress would love to.” Wildfire shook her head exasperated, “I dunno what I wanna do. I just want to hurt him, like I’ve been hurt.”

“Then don’t hurt him for a moment,” Tempest said, “hurt him for a lifetime.”

Airmail asked, “Do you want to see your dad doing time?”

Wildfire sniffed loudly, “I…I want him to say sorry!” She sniffed again, “Then yeah, he can be arrested.” She shook her head, “Being dead would be too easy for him.”

Tempest reached out a hoof, “Hey, I don’t know about sorry, but arrested can be done. We just want to be sure that is where you wanted to go.”

“I want him to answer for what he put me through,” stated Wildfire. “What parent does that anyway?”

Airmail replied, “One that doesn’t care and doesn’t have to answer for it.”

Wildfire rubbed her nose, “I hate him so much Airy!”

“At least ‘you’ can tell him that,” stated Airmail.

“That’s enough from you too, Airy!” Tempest interjected, “Which bank did you use, Wily?”

“Lloyds,” Wildfire responded, “over in the Financial District, about four miles from here.”

Tempest looked to the sky, “What’s with this city. You can’t spit without hitting a bank in Manehatten.”

Airmail snorted as she accepted the rebuke from Tempest, “I’ll get us a cab, I don’t want to hunt for it.”

Wildfire shrugged her shoulders, “All the banks are over there.”

“By the way, Stormy,” queried Airmail, “When did you dig up your Trottingham accent?”

That statement alone cheered Wildfire up, “That is where it is from! I was trying to place it.”

Tempest giggled, “I’m quite sure I have no idea what either of you might be talking about.” She sniffed, and spoke up, “Here is what we’ll do. Step one, we finish this ice cream. Step two, we get a cab. Step three, we take it as it comes.” The other two agreed by shovelling ice cream into their mouths.

In short order the three finished their ice cream and Tempest was the one to get the cab. The driver ignored them completely which was fine with them. The early afternoon traffic wasn’t bad as the cab dropped them off in front of Lloyd’s Bank. “I would have made a fortune if I had invested in red brinks,” commented Airmail. They entered the building, “You’re the business mare, Stormy, so I’ll just observe.”

“Greeter is to the right, Wildfire,” Tempest said, “I don’t think we need to bother a teller with this. Play along with me, please.”

“Alrighty, Honey, the sooner we get this done the sooner we can deal with dear old dad,” Wildfire replied.

Tempest and Wildfire stepped up to the desk while Airmail hung back. Tempest address the clerk, “Excuse me good sir, my friend has been out of the country for a time and she is following up on her bank account. Could you be of service?”

The earth stallion looked at the two of them, and addressed Tempest, “Hmm? And how might I be of service, Sir?”

Wildfire spoke up, “Hi, I need a printout of the activity on my account for the last six months of 2025, please.”

The stallion looked at Wildfire and then back to Tempest, “Indeed, you are aware that is five years ago?”

Tempest leaned forward, “What part of ‘out of the country’ was lost upon you, Sir? This should be a simple matter as we are investigating a possible bank fraud.”

The stallion sighed, “Very well, if I must. I assume Madam has her details?”

Wildfire stamped her hoof in frustration, “Yes ‘madam’ has her details. The account name is Wildfire, and it was opened in 2021 when I was fifteen, and the account number is 14120609, ‘Sir.’”

The stallion sniffed, “And your date of birth madam?”

“Oh for Luna’s sake!” Wildfire exclaimed, “It’s twenty eighth of July, 2006!”

Tempest spoke up, “Please calm down Ms. Wildfire. It is important that we follow legal procedures. Isn’t that correct Ms. Airmail?”

“Yes Sir.” Airmail replied.

Wildfire took a deep breath, “Sorry Sir. I apologise.”

The stallion typed away at his computer, “Madam, this account in question was closed on your behalf in November of 2025. Were you aware of this?”

“Ms. Wildfire, this does confirm your fears of fraud,” Tempest confided. “I’m sure this institution was not part of it. Might I suggest a complete record of all transactions between the first of January, 2024 to the closing?”

“Yes,” Wildfire ground a hoof into the floor. “Yes, that’s a good idea. Please, Sir, can you provide a printed statement of my account activity from the first of January, 2024 to the account’s closure, please?”

“Of course Madam,” the stallion replied, “Please have a seat and I’ll have it in a few minutes.”

Airmail said, “The waiting area is to your right.” The three moved over and sat down, “Since it was opened at fifteen, I take it you had a joint account with your dad?”

Wildfire nodded, “He opened it with me. Said I needed an account now that I was growing up.”

“My folks did the same when I moved in,” Airmail agreed. “I couldn’t legally enter into a contract with the bank. They also needed my signature to take money from the account though.”

“Same for me,” added Tempest, “I got my account when I was delivering papers.”

Wildfire seethed, “It was in my name only on my eighteenth birthday! That must’ve been what I signed, giving him access to my account! Arrrg, seven months!”

“The records will show that, Wily,” Tempest put a wing over her. “You might have signed a document that wasn’t what he said it was.”

“After we review the account they should have included any documents that changed the account,” Airmail said.

“I was in the home by the end of May,” stated Wildfire. “How in Tartarus do you burn through four hundred thousand bits in just seven months?”

“Or transferred it to a different account or another bank.” Tempest withdrew her wing, “Mr. Snooty is coming over.” Wildfire giggled, “What,” said Tempest, “it’s his name on the name tag.”

The stallion hoofed some documents to Tempest, “I have the printout you requested Madam, apologies for the delay. You mentioned possible fraud, can you confirm you signed a form adding a Mr. Cold Front to your account in May of 2025?”

Tempest held a hoof to Wildfire before she can answer, and hoofed the documents over to Airmail. She leaned close too Snooty, and whispered, “I try not to involve her in things.” She nodded towards Airmail, “As a rule I try to not involve lawyers at all. You may not have noticed my client is visually impaired. A copy of those documents for the visually impaired please.”

“Indeed?” Snooty said, “I wasn’t aware you were in need of such a copy.” He sighed, “Please wait here and I’ll see if the upstairs office can produce something.”

“Thank you, it will…Simplify things.” Tempest said before the stallion walked off.

“It’s here,” Airmail said. “A notarized note with all signatures adding Cold Front to Wildfire’s account with full privileges.”

Tempest smiled, “Do you remember if it had a raised stamp before you signed it?”

Wildfire didn’t remember signing anything that gave her father access. “He tricked me! Wait, I think I felt something, why, is that a thing?”

“It’s a lawsuit, love.” Tempest giggled with glee.

“That wasn’t a very stallion like giggle at all, Stormy,” commented Airmail.

Tempest cleared her throat, “Yes, quite.”

“Nothing was in braille back then,” Wildfire said, “He would tell me what I needed to sign and what it was, and I signed.” Wildfire sighed, “I trusted him.”

“To do what he did, he would need it notarized,” said Tempest. “The notary would do that with all blocks signed and all signers present. Otherwise he’d line out the unsigned areas. It doesn’t matter if your dad had it notarized before or after, he paid someone off.”

“Oh, I see,” Wildfire said, “So then, lawyer lady, what did he spend my money on?”

“It’s not itemised, Wily, but he took a big chunk out in July of 2025. Bits and dribbles before and after. Another big chunk just before he closed the account,” Airmail said as she looked at the documents. “Stormy, the notary’s name was Steeljaw.”

Snooty walked over to the group with documents in hoof, “Your copies as requested, Sir.”

“Thank you Sir,” Tempest stated, “This will help to bring Ms. Wildfire up to speed. Ms. Airmail and myself took the time to look over the documents you proved the first time. By chance is Mr. Steeljaw still working here at the bank?”

Snooty swallowed, “Yes…Yes, Sir, he is the deputy manager. Do you require his assistance?”

“No, that will not be necessary, Sir. You have been very helpful in this investigation, and it will be noted on my report. Should the bank survive this incident you may well advance up the corporate ladder as they say.” Tempest smiled, “Of course for that to happen, I would advise that you forget that we were even here today.”

Snooty stiffened up, “Pardon me, Sir, but forget what? I’ve never met the three of you in my life.”

Airmail spoke up, “Mr. Tempest, Ms. Wildfire, I believe that is our cue to exit this fine establishment.”

“Indeed, Ms. Airmail,” said Tempest, “After you Ms. Wildfire.”

“Yes, thank you Mr. Snooty.” Wildfire couldn’t see that the stallion had taken a great interest in some artwork on the wall and ignored them completely. Wildfire moved back out the front door and into the open air, “I could just scream!”

“I know, love,” said Airmail, “and the next bit of advice I’m going to give you may not set well.”

Wildfire groaned, “Go on, gimme both barrels.”

Airmail gathered her thoughts, “I would advise we avoid you father completely. You will see him soon enough in court. I can’t stop you. He is your father, no matter how far below pond scum he is. If you do see him, do not, I repeat, do not say anything about money. You can talk about Hot Spot, but no money.”

Wildfire deadpanned, “So I can chew him out about the fire team, and the home, just not mention money at all.”

Airmail did an eye roll, “Right. We can’t risk him running or letting Steeljaw know we are on to them. Tartarus, one of them might kill themselves if they knew we found out.”

“Right now I don’t care if he threw himself under a train!” Wildfire sighed, “Here’s the address, if he hasn’t moved. Please get a cab. I can’t be arsed to fly.”

While Airmail went to find a cab Tempest said, “Death is an easier prison sentence than the one Luna dishes out.”

“Is it really, Honey?” Wildfire shrugged, “I suppose Amethyst would know. Luna sentenced them all to prison.”

“Yes,” Tempest agreed, “Tartarus is a resort compared to that.”

“Oh, right,” Wildfires voice turned cold, “It’s what they deserve, and so does he!”

“Then like Airy said,” concluded Tempest, “no talk about money. He did you wrong, but he needs to be around to pay for it.”

“Let’s move it,” Airmail called out.

Wildfire walked along side Tempest, “Right, no money. I got this.”

All three were silent on the cab ride over. Once there they got out and Airmail and Tempest looked the place over. It had seen better days, but wasn’t any more run down than the rest of the neighbourhood. Airmail spoke up, “Do you want to go this alone, or with one or both of us?”

Wildfire whispered, “I need both of you please.”

“We are herd,” Tempest stated.

“Thanks guys.” Wildfire moved up the familiar walkway from the street, and the three steps that led to the door. “I got this.” She knocked twice.

After a minute Wildfire was about to knock again when the door opened the tiniest fraction. The stench of booze and cigarettes washed out. “Y-yes,” said a mare hidden in the darkness of the home with what little light from the outside shown upon her.

Tempest whispered to Wildfire, “She is about my height, an orange pegasus with turquoise mane, and green eyes.”

Wildfire whispered back, “No idea.” She spoke up, “Who are you?”

“Eh-eh-Emerald,” stuttered the mare.

Wildfire held her head up high, “Pleased to meet you Emerald, I’m Wildfire, and this is Airmail and Tempest.” She nodded towards each mare as she named them. “Is Dad in?”

Airmail hoofed a business card through the door to Emerald, “Keep this to yourself, always.”

Tempest was focused solely on Airmail as she watched her over Wildfire’s back.

Emerald took the card, “I’m s-sorry, bu-but the m-master of the house d-doesn’t have a d-d-daughter.”

“Really, well I assure you, Emerald, I am Cold Front’s daughter.” Wildfire pushed on the door, “May we come in?” She managed to open it a few more inches before Emerald stopped it.

The dirty orange mare pulled her lank filthy turquoise mane down to try and hide her black eye and hoof shaped bruises on her neck. “Are you s-selling s-s-something? I’m n-not to b-buy on the door-doorstep.”

Tempest enunciated her words very carefully, “Stand. Down.”

“I promise we aren’t selling anything, Emerald. I just want to talk to Cold Front, dad. Is he in?”

Emerald glanced up and back to Wildfire, “Yes, but-but he isn’t available r-r-right now.”

Wildfire said, “Can we wait inside until he is available?”

“O-okay.” Emerald opened the door further. Her coat and mane were dirty but Tempest gasped at the sight of her clipped wings.

“I’m sorry Wildfire,” Airmail pleaded, “but I can’t…I need to go, you have Stormy with you, but…I need to go, okay?”

“Alright, Airy,” Wildfire said, “but I thought you were here to help me?”

“I’m sorry,” Airmail begged, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, but I have to leave now.”

“I’m still here, Wily,” Tempest said.

Wildfire moved a bit closer to Tempest, “Fine then.” She felt the air as Airmail took off from right beside her.

Emerald felt a little more comfortable with just two ponies than with three, “Excuse the m-mess, I was cl-cleaning.”

Wildfire walked in and wrinkled her nose, she whispered to Tempest, “What was up with her, Stormy?”

Tempest whispered back, “Airy isn’t going to kill somepony today, and she doesn’t tell me everything.”

“I don’t understand,” Wildfire whispered back, “Why would she do that? We’re getting dad in court we said.”

Tempest noticed that Emerald had turned back around, “That’s fine Emerald, we weren’t expected.” She watched the mare turn back to remove some trash from a seating pad. Tempest whispered back, “Airy doesn’t deal calmly with abuse situations, and Emerald looks like she’s been beaten pretty badly.”

‘She is no better off than I was,’ Wildfire thought. “Emerald, that is a nice name. So, how long have you been with dad?”

Emerald again looked up, “Five y-years this Ju-June.” Everypony could hear a loud snore from upstairs and Emerald winced.

“Right, five years, huh. Interesting isn’t it Stormy?” Wildfire said as she walked with Tempest to the seating pad. “And, please forgive me, but how long has my dad been hurting you, Emerald?”

Emerald looked ready to panic, “I-I-I don-don’t kn-know w-w-what you m-mean! I tr-tripped!”

“There’s not many hoof shaped things to fall on, Emerald,” Tempest said. The mare sputtered. “Where did you meet Cold Front?”

“Oh, um, I w-was in Las P-Pegasus when I met h-him. We got ma-married there.” Emerald explained.

Tempest saw Wildfire was doing her bump on a log imitation. “Must have been a lovely time,” Tempest said, “Did he take you to visit his wife’s grave when you got back?”

“W-w-w-what? I’m the first! H-h-he told me,” said Emerald.

That woke Wildfire up, “Sorry, Emerald, but you’re not. He’s been feeding you ponyapples for years!”

Tempest stood, but used a hoof to keep Wildfire sitting, “Come over here and sit next to your step daughter.”

“What?” Wildfire exclaimed, “I’m what?”

“Wildfire,” Tempest explained, “When a father marries another mare, that mare becomes your step mother. That’s family, Wily.”

“I didn’t ask for this!” Wildfire responded.

“What does that change?” questioned Tempest. “Come over here Emerald and sit between us.

Hesitantly Emerald moved over to the seating pad and sat close to Wildfire. Tempest sat on the other side of her and pushed them together as she remained at Emerald’s side. “What was it that attracted you to Cold Front, his wealth?”

“He w-was nice, at f-first, th-then I s-started m-making mistakes. I m-made him an-angry,” she explained.

“He must have been rolling in bits, did he brag where he got them from?” queried Tempest.

“Oh, do tell, please,” added Wildfire.

“I-I don’t un-understa-and,” Emerald did look perplexed. “He wasn’t th-that rich. H-he said he won a ja-jackpot.”

“What, he had hundreds of thousands of bits!” Wildfire stated.

“No-no I’ve ne-never seen m-money like th-that!” responded Emerald.

“That makes no sense, Stormy,” Wildfire said.

Tempest thought about it and put a hoof to her head, “Pay offs, he spent it on pay offs.” She looked at Emerald, “Why are you still here?”

“W-why?” Emerald looked at Tempest incredulously, “Y-you th-think I ha-haven’t tried? H-he finds me and-and-and…” she flexed her wings, “He di-did this! I-I- ca-can’t esc…” Emerald broke down in tears.

“I’m sorry, but I believe you,” Tempest stated.

“Why?” asked Wildfire.

Tempest reached over Emerald to take one of Wildfire’s hooves and ran it along Emerald’s wing. “Sweet, merciful Celestia,” Wildfire said as she felt the clipped wings. “You are no better off than I was.” She moved the hoof to a hug, “Damn him to Tartarus. Step mum, I guess I need to get used to that.”

A bright flash outside shown through the windows, “Wh-what was th-that?” Emerald asked.

Tempest answered, “Special delivery via Airmail, I suspect.” Wildfire sniggered and Emerald looked lost.

~ ~ ~

Airmail flew with all her might straight toward Canterlot Castle. She made a combat landing in front of the gate and trotted up to the guard, “Hello there, I’m Airmail, Manehatten Times,” she showed her press credentials, “I’m here for my interview with Princess Luna.”

The unicorn guard looked at the schedule. “I don’t see an interview scheduled today, especially at this time of day for Princess Luna, Miss. Is the Princess expecting you?”

Airmail shrugged, “Some other pony’s scheduling error isn’t my problem. You can ask her of course.” Airmail smiled, “After all if I’m not scheduled, then I wouldn’t want to be me, would I? Then again, if I am scheduled, I wouldn’t want to be the one that turned me away, hum?”

The unicorn looked her up and down, “Excuse me ma’am.” He trotted inside the guard house. The pegasus guard on the other side of the gate kept an eye on her. Airmail have him a cheery wave to which he failed to react.

Inside the guard house the unicorn called his Commander, “Hello Sir, I have a reporter from the Manehatten times to see Princess Luna, now.”

“Just turn her away, Blastpoint, I don’t have time for every nut job that wants to see one of the Princess’,” the Commander said.

“Sir, I called you because I don’t think she is bluffing,” the guard countered.

“Is she on the schedule?” the Commander asked.

“No Sir,” the guard responded.

“Then send her away,” the Commander said.

“Sir, there is a lot of rumours going around about Princess Luna spending a lot of time in Manehatten, along with her wife and son,” the guard offered.

That gave the Commander pause, “Fine, I’ll check, what’s her name, and if she takes my tail, Blastpoint, you’ll wish you never saw the light of day.”

“Airmail, Sir,” the guard responded.

Luna lay on her bed. The steady rise and fall of her chest showed life in her. The knock on the door woke her followed by a deep sigh, “Who is it?”

“Commander Hardshell your Highness” the guard Commander stood outside the door. “A reporter named Airmail claims to have an appointment.”

Luna sat up on the bed, “Wasn’t she on the schedule?”

“No, your Highness,” came the reply.

“Very well, I’ll take corrective actions later.” Luna said, “Please send her up post haste, Commander, and a job well done.”

“Yes, your Highness, it will be done.” The Commander did an about face, and marched back to his phone. “Send her up now, Blastpoint.”

“Yes Sir,” the unicorn hung up the phone and walked back outside. “My apologies, Miss, you are expected after all. Would you like an escort?”

“Yes, thank you,” Airmail responded, “It would be bad form for me to get lost and show up late for the interview.”

“Do you need to get there now?” the guard asked.

“That would be preferable,” stated Airmail.

“Then hold on tight,” the guard said, and once Airmail had a foreleg over his shoulder a wicked grin crossed the guard’s face as his horn lit up and the two of them disappeared. The pegasus broke form and laughed loudly.

Airmail appeared in front of Luna’s door which had a guard on either side. She still clung to the unicorn. It had been many a year since she last teleported and she now remembered why she hadn’t missed it. She took her leg from the unicorn and pressed it against her mouth, and muttered, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” the guard said. He looked to the other guards, “She is expected, when she is able.” With that his horn lit up again and he disappeared.

Airmail determined her stomach was not going to reject lunch and moved up to the door and knocked. “Enter, Airmail,” she heard Luna say. The blue pegasus pushed her way in past the doors and said, “I apologize for my tardiness, your Majesty.” She let them close behind her. The site of Luna’s room almost made her forget her mission. It was as big as her house. The pegasus moved up to the bed Luna laid on, and snapped to attention. “I asked permission for pink mist and was told to stand down.”

The code words brought Luna to full alertness, “I see this is no social call. What, may I ask, warranted such actions, Airmail?”

“Cold Front, your Majesty, Wildfire’s father, and after I told her she couldn’t kill him.” Airmail gave her report. “I have evidence here,” she pulled the papers from her saddle bag and hoofed them over to the Princess, “which will indict the deputy manager of Lloyd’s bank of corruption and fraud along with Cold Front, but more,” Airmail paused to keep herself under control. “Cold Front is abusing his live in mare.”

Luna knew that most of Airmail’s unsanctioned kills were abusers. “I see, yes, Cold Front. As you can appreciate I’ve had my agents investigating his affairs since Saturday.” She looked through the documents, “This notary was forged?” Airmail nodded, “Hmm, and your evidence of abuse?”

“None, your Majesty,” Airmail said, “other than my visual inspection of mare named Emerald. She is currently with Tempest and Wildfire as they wait for her father to wake up from a drunk.”

Luna nodded, “You would see him removed, I take it?”

“No, your Majesty,” Airmail responded. “When Tempest told me to stand down I realized I was no longer objective. He and that banker stole the money you gave to Wildfire in defence of your son. He put her in that home and I believe you’ll find proof that Amethyst was paying him and others to keep her residents in place and no questions asked.” Airmail paused to catch her breath, “I want him to pay for what he did to Wildfire, but I cannot be the judge, jury, and executioner in this.”

Luna’s muzzle took on a predatory grin, “You would have me do it for you?”

“I wouldn’t stop that action, your Majesty,” Airmail said, “But for Wildfire a full trial is needed. This whole thing needs to crumble. I have no idea if Emerald was in on it or not, but she doesn’t deserve what she has now.” Airmail looked at Luna and shared her smile, “After the trial, I don’t really care what prison you put him away in. Wily will not be visiting.”

“Very well,” Luna stated, “Based on this evidence I’ll authorize the guards to arrest Cold Front and,” she skimmed the pages, “Steeljaw within the hour. What about Emerald?”

“I lack information, your Majesty, to provide any intelligence on that matter.” Airmail thought about it, “Maybe Tempest and Wildfire have gained some information. I only have my visual observations to go on.”

“Stand down, Airmail,” Luna watched the mare relax. “Training is forever.” Airmail smiled at the quip. “Perhaps a visit is in order. Would you accompany me?”

“Of course Luna,” Airmail said, “By the way any plans for tonight?”

Luna sniggered, “Oh, you know about tonight?” She instantly flipped her manner like an excited filly, “Are you going?”

Airmail nodded, “The party has grown to ten, and when you see Mr. Tempest, you’ll understand.”

“I see,” Luna gave a genuine smile, “all I’ll say is look for a dark blue pegasus mare and a white unicorn stallion in the corner of the restaurant.”

“I’m going to conveniently forget what you just said,” stated Airmail, “but I do hope you enjoy the show.”

Luna giggled like a filly again, “I know we will. I saw Dusky in the gardens with Brush Stroke earlier. Such a lovely couple.” She leaned in closer and whispered, “Tia’s got you lot the ‘Princess Table’ dead centre of the room.”

“Just how good a stallion does your sister make?” Airmail asked.

“So sure it isn’t me?” Luna laughed, “She is realistic as a real stallion can be, when you know the right spells.” Luna climbed off her bed and took a paper from her desk. She opened the door. “Paintbrush, I have to leave to take care of a sensitive matter. I want you to inform Hardshell to send teams of five to arrest two ponies forty-five minutes from now. This one,” she hoofed over a paper, “Steeljaw, works at the main Lloyd’s branch, but I don’t have intel on his current location. He’ll have to deal with that. This pony,” she hoofed over a second paper, “is confirmed at that location. I’ll be back in my room within the hour, any questions?”

“No, your Highness,” Paintbrush said, “I’ll see that your orders are carried out.”

“Very good.” Luna turned to Airmail, “Ready to teleport?”

Airmail smiled, “Rodger that Control, never ready, but I’m locked and loaded.”

Luna did an eye roll then lit her horn and the two of them disappeared. Her guard moved from his post to carry out his assignment.

The pair appeared outside Wildfire’s house. “Airmail, are you alright,” asked Luna.

“Fine,” Airmail stated around the hoof over her mouth, “I just need to get used to that feeling of when will my stomach catch up with me.”

Luna laughed, “Tavi hates it too, now imagine teleporting from her to Manehatten?” Airmail could only shake her head. Luna walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

Wildfire held the shaking Emerald, “Could you get that please, Honey?”

“Sure.” Tempest stood and trotted over to the door. She opened it, “Nothing halfway, eh Airy? I wish it was a better day to meet up with you Luna.”

Airmail looked at Tempest, “Victim?”

Tempest nodded, “Victim.”

“Oh, it’s no bother, I needed fresh…” The stale smell hit her, “air. Shame I haven’t found it.” She entered when Tempest stepped aside followed closely by Airmail.

Emerald’s eyes went wide, “P-p-p-princess! Here!” It was more than she could take and passed out, slumped against Wildfire.

Wildfire held the mare so she wouldn’t fall over. “Hey, Luna, welcome to my old house. Come on in and meet my step mum.”

Airmail looked at the pair and spoke up, “If your mother had lived, none of this might have happened, but I want you to think about this, Wildfire. That mare you’re holding could have been Silverbolt instead.”

“Oh, I’m think’n it Airy,” Wildfire deadpanned, “don’t you worry.”

Luna looks about the room, “What a charming house you used to have, Wildfire. I take it this is Emerald?”

“Please be nice, Luna, it was Silverbolt’s house too,” Tempest said. “Not that it is little more than brick and mortar now.”

“Uh huh,” Wildfire started, “ah, Luna, can you do something about the smell?”

“Yes, I don’t think even Dusk’s room ever smelled this bad,” Luna lit her horn and the room filled with the smell of lavender and jasmine.

“Thank you!” said Wildfire.

“At least we can breathe now. So, wh….” A loud snore was heard from upstairs, and Luna looked up, “Your father, yes?”

“Or an escaped beaver,” Tempest mentioned.

Luna laughed, “Airmail, has your stomach found you yet?” She turned to Tempest, “So this unfortunate mare is yet another victim, is she?”

“I think so,” Airmail said, “I have it tied in a knot.”

Tempest nodded, “In my opinion, yes, she will need counselling. He didn’t even use his stolen money to catch her. Just played nice until he could enslave her. Look at her wings.”

Luna had already looked and wore a grim smile, “Wildfire, before this hour is past your father and his associate will be arrested for their crimes. Ms. Emerald will be escorted to the hospital.”

“Then what?” asked Wildfire.

Luna looked at the blind mare, “Why, she’ll be checked over, her injuries recorded, and then given the best of healthcare, of course.”

Wildfire persisted, “Yeah, then what?”

Tempest intervened, “Why are you playing a guessing game, Wildfire?”

“Sorry Luna, but it don’t seem to me like she has a job,” Wildfire explained. “How’s she supposed to pay for this place without one?”

Airmail asked, “Do you want all that money back your dad stole from you?”

Wildfire shook her head, “I don’t need it and I don’t want it. Give it to her instead.”

Luna smiled, “I remember you saying something like that back when you were in the hospital, Wildfire.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want it then,” agreed Wildfire, “and she can make better use of it now. Please Luna.”

“She could turn this into a halfway house,” suggested Airmail.

Wildfire smiled, “I like the sound of that.”

“I’ll see that she finds out about that when she wakes up. Let her sleep for now,” stated Luna.

Airmail looked upstairs, “Now the question is, do we wait or wake him up now?” She turned to her lover, “And, Wildfire, nothing is off limits anymore in your chat with him.”

“Are you sure?” asked Wildfire.

Airmail nodded, “Yes, it is too late for him to escape now, by any means.”

Wildfire perked up, “Fine, let’s go wake daddy then.”

“Wildfire,” Airmail queried, “Would it be okay if I keep an eye on Emerald?”

“Please Airy, I’d appreciate that,” said Wildfire.

“Thank you,” Airmail nuzzled Wildfire and moved to the other side of Emerald to take hold of her.

“Not a problem, love.” Wildfire stood, “Take care of my step mum.” She moved towards the steps from memory, and kicked a cider bottle on the way. Wildfire giggled, “Stormy, Luna, bedroom’s this way.” She led the way up the steps followed by the other two. At the top of the steps she extended a wing to the right wall to count doors. The second one would have been her parent’s bedroom. “I have to apologize in advance for the state of the house. I fear my step mum didn’t have a chance to clean up after my father.”

“No need to apologize for something beyond your control,” Luna stated. She then whispered to Tempest, “By the way, Mr. Tempest, I’m loving the look.”

“Thank you Princess,” Tempest responded. “It does a stallion’s heart proud to be noticed.”

Wildfire came to a stop in front of the door, and the snores could be heard from within. “Alrighty, you ready, Honey?”

“Let’s do this,” Tempest responded.

Wildfire shoved the bedroom door open and the room smelled of a sour mix of beer and cider. Wildfire stepped in followed by Luna who moved to an opposite corner. Tempest followed to stand next to Wildfire. Cold Front didn’t awake with the noise of their entry. Luna spoke up, “I’m going to magically awaken him. I estimate you have no more than twenty minutes before the guard arrives to arrest him.” Both nodded and Luna levitated an inhibiter from her bag to place around Cold Front’s horn. “Rise and shine,” she sniggered as she cast a spell that not only woke him but left him sober.

“Huh, what?” Cold Front lifted his head, “Damn you bitch! How dare you disturb me!” He opened his eyes and looked at the two ponies between him and the door. “Who in Tartarus are you? Get the buck out of my house!”

Wildfire was glued to Tempest’s side as she shivered at the harsh voice. Tempest spoke up, “Your house is it? I think your daughter begs to differ, sir.”

“What the buck you going on about! I don’t have a bucking daugh…” The icy blue coated unicorn focused on the smaller yellow mare. “Look at what the pimp dragged in! Screw you too, bitch, if you think you’ll get anything out of me to pay off your keeper!” Neither pony said anything. “Amethyst have you doing whore duty now? About time she found something useful for such a useless pony to do.” He laughed hard at his own joke.

“I’m not useless,” Wildfire stated.

“Buck you aren’t, bitch. You’re as useless as your mother ever was. As useless as that stupid bitch that let you into the house. I’ll beat her soundly for that stupid mistake.” He looked at the stallion, “Who in Tartarus are you? If you found out she didn’t want to buck, that’s to bucking bad. That piece of crap is hung up on mares.”

Tempest had done her breathing exercises and remained calm, ‘I do wish I had let Airy take out this trash.’ She looked down her muzzle at the unicorn, “My, can you be any ruder, sir? I don’t believe you have any say on whom your daughter chooses to associate with.”

“Buck you! I can talk however I please, and I can say want I want about that turd that Silvy dropped!” Cold Front got out of the bed and stood nose to nose with Tempest, “What the buck you doing here anyways? It,” he waved a hoof at Wildfire, “should be locked up! Amethyst will stuff your balls in your mouth when she finds out what you’ve done.” He laughed again, ‘I hope she lets me watch.’

“Blow me,” was Tempest’s response.

Cold Front took a step back to re-evaluate the stallion that stood up to him. “Piss off before I call somepony to take out the trash.”

Tempest shook her head, “You’d be a waste of urine.” She watched Cold Front back up another step.

“Why?” Wildfire asked.

The sneer returned to Cold Front’s muzzle, “Why what, you feathered excuse for a turd.”

Wildfire felt a bit braver next to Tempest after she made Cold Front back up. “I want to know why you put me in that home. Why you told Hot Spot I was in Fillydelphia, and why you took my money!”

“You’re even stupider than I thought you were.” Cold front laughed, “Because I could! Amethyst made me an offer to turn you into something useful, a whore. That idiot at the firehouse and your other stupid friends took the bait and sent letters to my drop box.” He laughed some more. “And that mare bucker just hoofed over the bits. I got a sweet deal that left me with two hundred and fifty thousand of the bits.”

“Will you miss the payments from Amethyst?” Tempest asked.

“What are you on about?” Cold Front returned a question.

“Wildfire is free, sir. Amethyst is no longer her keeper,” Tempest said.

Cold Front laughed a cold laugh, “So that bitch has opened her pussy to cock? Damn, I never got to tap that.” He reached for a half full bottle of cider on the dresser, “Too bad about Amethyst, that was a sweet deal. So you here to try and shake me down?” He drank some cider and spat it out on the floor. The unicorn set the bottle back on the dresser.

Tempest said, “I have no need of your bits, sir.”

“Maybe you’re not as stupid as I thought,” Cold Front said. “You leave and take that crap with you and never bother me again, I’ll forget you ever walked into my house.”

“Sir,” said Tempest, “I believe you’re mistaken on whom is leaving this house.”

Cold Front spat again, “You some bucking saint? Take’n on this charity case? Go find a soup kitchen.”

“Saint to some, devil to others,” stated Tempest. “Better to deal with me than the reaper downstairs.”

Wildfire took a step forward, “I’m not a charity case!”

“Bucking right!” shouted Cold Front, “You’re too useless to be even that!” He turned to Tempest, “I don’t know why you want some cripple clinging to your tail, and I don’t give a shit.” His voice turned serious, “You have no idea who you’re messing with. I’ve made ponies disappear, so you can disappear on your own, or I’ll do it for you.”

“The only thing you can make disappear is what was inside that cider bottle,” Tempest said.

Wildfire shouted, “I’m not useless!”

Cold Front tried to light up his horn, “Gahhhh!” He staggered over to the bed and raised a hoof to his horn. “You bucking bastard!” He staggered over to the dresser and with a hoof swept the bottle at Tempest and charged.

Luna’s teal aura diverted the bottle away from the pair and a bar of energy tripped Cold Front mid charge so that he crashed face first into the floor. The stallion raged, “I’m going to bucking rip off your wings like I ripped off that unicorn’s horn!” He tried to stand but a teal force held him down.

“I think not,” Luna said. “I’ve heard enough.”

“What?” Cold Front’s bravado was gone, and he couldn’t even turn to look at the new voice.

“Is that all I was to you, a source of bits?” Wildfire asked.

Cold Front laid on the floor, “You were too useless to even be that.”

“They are here,” stated Luna. “It would be best if both of you departed. I will see that Emerald is taking care of too.”

“Another bucking useless cunt,” muttered Cold Front.

“Say your good-byes, Wily,” Tempest said as she put a wing over her herd mate. “Once we leave this house you’ll never hear that voice again.”

“Alrighty, Tempest.” She turned her back on the stallion, “See ya never ‘dad’, I won’t be visiting.”

Cold Front laughed from the floor, “You won’t see it coming all right. Wait for me in Tartarus, because that is where I’m sending both of you!”

Tempest escorted Wildfire out of the room while Cold Front continued to shout curses at them.

The front door opened without a knock. Airmail instantly tensed up, but relaxed as the first guard enter. “Ms. Airmail?” the lead pegasus asked. With her nod he asked, “Cold Front?”

“Upstairs,” said Airmail. “This one need medical attention.”

“Medical unit is behind us, ma’am.” The group commander led his team upstairs passing the other pair on their way down.

As Tempest and Wildfire exited the stairs, a pair of unicorn medics loaded Emerald on a gurney. “She will be going to Canterlot Main,” one of the unicorns said as they levitated her out of the house.

“Airy?” queried Wildfire.

“I’m here, Wily.” She stood and gave the yellow mare a hug. “That was Emerald they just took out to an ambulance.” She looked Wildfire over, “Are you okay, Wily?”

“No,” Wildfire stated, “no Airy, I’m not okay, but I will be.” She walked out the front door and spread her wings. “Drinks on me?”

Airmail moved beside the yellow mare, and brushed her with a wing tip. “Let’s fly, stay with me Wily.” Airmail launched into the air. Tempest waited till Wildfire had launched before she too took off to follow the pair.

Wildfire flew, but her mind wasn’t in it. ‘I have nothing. Less than nothing. Mum, am I really so useless?’

“Target acquired,” Airmail said. “Going to be a straight down landing.”

Wildfire gave a mirthless laugh, “Awesome group leader. Copy, vertical landing.” She hovered easily to the ground, and looked forward to another blind drunk. She landed on grass. ‘There is no grass in the pub district.’

Airmail spoke up, “Hello again, Silverbolt. Brought your daughter back. She has had a really bad day."

Wildfire realized where she was, “Oh, hey mum, I guess I’ve had better days.” The mares on either side of her nuzzled the diminutive mare. ‘I haven’t lost everything. All I need is right here.’ Wildfire nuzzled each in turn. “Know what, mum? I’ve had worse ones too.” She kisses each mare, “I have a poem, if you’d like to hear it.”

“Please Wily,” said Tempest, “you have a captive audience.”

“Okies, been a while since mum heard one,” said Wildfire. “I thought it up on the way to get drunk, but I finished it after I realized where we landed. I’m going to call it, ‘My Past Is Not Today’.”

Airmail gave Wildfire a deep kiss, “Lovely, love. I could say the same thing.”

“We can share it Pretty,” she returned the kiss. She then kissed Tempest and asked, “Can he Honey? Can he come back and get us?”

Tempest watched Airmail’s eyes narrow as she looked at her over Wildfire’s back. “I wish I let you go, Airy, sweet Luna, I do.” She nuzzled Wildfire, “No, Wily, he won’t come back.”

“But what if he gets a good lawyer?” Wildfire’s voice rose in panic, “Or gets off on a technicality!”

“No!” Tempest said firmly. “Luna did it by the book, and he will serve time, and never bother you again.

“Will, will she execute him?” Wildfire asked.

“No,” answered Airmail. “My job was to execute ponies. I gave them early release from their guilt, as Equestria was a better place without them.

“Wouldn’t it be better without him?” Wildfire pleaded.

“Yes,” admitted Airmail, but the ponies I executed could return to do more harm. Luna won’t release him from his guilt. He will live a long time with that guilt.”

“Sure, in some posh Canterlot prison,” groused Wildfire.

“No, Wily,” said Tempest. “There will be nothing posh about where Luna sends him. All he will know is the horror of what he has done. It is best you no longer think of him.”

“Yes, Wily,’ continued Airmail. While he may not be dead, it is better you think of him that way. Your mum doesn’t deserve to deal with him if he dies.”

Wildfire calmed down, but the fear of her father didn’t go away. “Okay, Pretty, I’ll try, but…What he said…”

Airmail quickly wrapped Wildfire up in a hug, and Tempest hugged the both of them, “I know Wily, I heard every word. To think there is such evil in the world.”

Wildfire shivered in the hug, “What he said he’d do to us. What he said he did to some unicorn. I can’t help it, I’m afraid.”

“We are herd,” Airmail stated, “and I will protect you to my final breath.”

“As will I,” added Tempest, “along with all the herd.”

“I’m sorry, I…” Wildfire couldn’t manage any more.

“No, love, you don’t need to be sorry,” Airmail kissed her lightly. “Fear has served me well. It kept me alert, and that kept me coming home to those that loved me.” She kissed her deeper, “Always come home to me.”

Wildfire giggled, “Mum says I’m in good hooves.” She kissed both mares. “Thank you for being there for me.”

“Is there anyone else you’d like to visit?” asked Airmail.

“Oh, well, there are so many, and I don’t know…” Wildfire was interrupted by a kiss.

“I meant while we’re here,” Airmail giggled.

“Oh, oh, right,” Wildfire joined in the giggles. “Heatwave.” She reached out to touch her mum’s stone to verify where she was and pointed a wing, “He is over that way, about a hundred yards.”

“He was an important part of your life,” said Tempest, “So let’s meet him too. Take care of things, Silverbolt, till next time.”

“We’ll make sure that your filly keeps us safe!” added Airmail.

“See mum, they put me to work already.” Wildfire stood with the others. “Thank you Pretty, that was the drink I needed most.” She led the way to Heatwave.

“Rodger that, group leader,” said Airmail and she smiled at Wildfire’s giggle.

“Okay,” Wildfire announced, “He should be right here. I wonder if Clear River has joined him yet?”

Tempest read the stone while Airmail held Wildfire, “Heatwave 1963 to 2024. If you have to go, saving a life for yours is the way to go about it. Clear River 1959 to 2027” Tempest snorted, “It takes a Clear River to quench a Heatwave.”

“Okay, that’s Clear River alrighty.” Wildfire reached out and touched the stone. “I wish you didn’t have to go at all, sorry partner.”

“You do what you love for as long as you can,” commented Airmail.

Wildfire nodded, “That’s kinda what Hot Spot said in the office after, that it wasn’t my fault what happened.”

Airmail asked, “Are you the one that made him join the fire department?”

“No, he did that to me,” said Wildfire, “but I pushed him that day. I didn’t know he had a weak heart.”

“Then totally not your fault,” Tempest said with a nod.

“Yeah, I know, and I’m over that.” Wildfire gave a grim laugh, “What a way to get your cutie mark. Could’ve been worse, at least we saved that family.”

“Do you want to visit them?” asked Tempest.

“Do you know where they are?” asked Airmail.

“I know where they lived,” said Wildfire, “but I don’t know if they still live there.”

“Tell me and I’ll look it up,” said Airmail. “The net is pretty good here, I guess not a lot of demand.”

“Bad pony,” Tempest said.

Wildfire giggled and gave the name and address.

“They’re still there, and it’s a short flight,” said Airmail. “You ready.”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire said with a smile. “Thanks, Heatwave, for believing in me, like these two sillies do.”

The three spread their wings and took to the air. The flight was short and uneventful, “Another vertical landing,” Airmail said as the three hovered to the sidewalk in front of the town home. “Not too different from our place.”

“Yeah,” said Wildfire, “This is where they ended up after their apartment complex burnt to the ground.”

“So,” added Tempest, “your timely arrival was instrumental in this step up in accommodations.”

“I do hope you keep up that accent for the rest of the day,” Wildfire giggled as she stood there.

“You got this?” asked Airmail.

Wildfire nodded, “Yuppers, I got this.” She moved forward with a wingtip up the steps and knocked on the door twice.
A colt answered the door and looked at the mare in front of him and the two behind her, “Hello?”

“Hi,” Wildfire spoke up, “I’m looking for an earth pony family, the mare’s name is Winter.”

The colt replied, “Yeah, that’s my mum. Do you want her?”

Wildfire smiled, “Then you must be Summer or Autumn?”

Airmail leaned forward, “It is customary to introduce one’s self, love.”

“Oh,” Wildfire blushed, “Sorry, I’m Wildfire. You might remember me?”

“Aunt Wily, oh wow!” shouted the colt. “I’m Summer and of course I remember you. Come in, come in!” The colt moved back from the door then turned and ran down the hall, “Mum! Mum! Wildfire is here!”

Wildfire moved forward into the house and giggled, “Thanks, Summer,” she said to the sound of departing hooves. Airmail and Tempest moved in alongside her. “Now I remember the voice,” Wildfire said, “and he still sounds the same.”

“It is quite the relief,” said Tempest, “to know that one has not been forgotten.”

Wildfire smiled, “I think a mare not too far away said they would remember.”

A mare’s voice calls out, “What is with all the shouting Summer, you…Wildfire! It is you!” The mare moved forward to embrace Wildfire in a hug.

The yellow pegasus returned the hug, and took in the scent of juniper that she remembered, “Yes, ma’am. This is Tempest and Airmail, my herd-mates. We thought we’d stop in and say hi.”

“I’m Airmail,” the blue pegasus said, “and we are visiting to find some happy memories for Wily.”

“You’ll well enough find those here,” Winter said. “And less of the ma’am, it’s Winter to the three of you. Please come into the room and sit down. Can I get you anything?”

“I’m sorry, ma’…” Wildfire giggled, “Winter, coffee and two sugars please.”

“Ice tea for me please, if you have it,” said Tempest.

“Same for me please,” added Airmail.

“Of course, I have all that,” Winter said. “Please make yourselves at home, I shan’t be a moment.”

“It smells like I remember,” Wildfire said softly. “I wonder if Autumn is home?”

Winter did return quickly and placed the tray of dinks on the low table in the centre of the seating pads. She took her own coffee while the rest reached for their drinks. “Now this is a very pleasant surprise.”

Airmail said, “One we are happy to share.”

“Wildfire, the last I saw you was the twin’s seventh birthday,” Winter said. “We always wondered what happened to you.”

“Oh, um…” Wildfire paused to collect her thoughts, “I was away, for a while, and I just got back!”

Tempest spoke up, “We are living in Manehatten now, but we are taking the time to visit friends and family.”

“Oh, Manehatten!” exclaimed Winter. “that must be lovely.”

“It’s awesome, thanks,” said Wildfire.

“We’re very happy that Wildfire has joined our herd, but we should never forget our roots,” added Airmail.

“Indeed we shouldn’t, Ms. Airmail,” Winter said as she sipped her coffee.

Airmail giggled, “If we are to call you Winter, then you can drop the Ms., please.”

Winter laughed, “I’ve been caught!” She turned her attention to Wildfire, “May I ask, Wily, are you partially or fully blind, dear?”

“Fully…” Wildfire started. “Wait, you can tell?”

Winter smiled, “Wily, dear, you saved my life. You pulled me from a burning building. I remember everything about you. The makeup is good, but yes, I can tell.”

“We’ll have to let our makeup artist know,” said Airmail. “It wasn’t meant to fool as much as to not shock.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Winter asked.

“Bad memories of Canterlot,” stated Tempest. “Without the makeup she has a different fur colour around the eyes, and they look vacant. This gives her a closed eye look.”

“I have scars across my face, Winter,” added Wildfire. “I had an accident at school, acid to the face.”

Airmail said, “In Manehatten, even if her look is disturbing, there isn’t a hue and cry to run away, unlike some ponies here in Canterlot.”

“Oh dear.” Said Winter. “I understand; attitudes around here can be dreadful. Is this why you’ve been away for so long.”

“Bad memories can do that to a pony, Winter,” said Tempest, “but we are here to restore happy memories.”

Winter laid a hoof over Wildfire’s “I really hope you get the memories you’re after Wily. We always did think about you.”

“Winter…” Wildfire hesitated before she could finish the request, “Would you mind if we came for the twins next birthday?”

Winter’s smile brightened, “We’d love for you to come! We always set you a place every year in the hopes that you might stop by.”

It was Wildfire’s turn to smile, “Thanks, Winter. We will definitely come next time, right guys?”

“Yes,” said Tempest, “if you’ll have us, Winter, we would also come along, but it would be just as fine if we did something else during the party too.”

“Fantastic!” exclaimed Winter. She waved a hoof, “Of course all of you are welcome.”

Wildfire nodded, “So, how have you and the colts been?”

Both Airmail and Tempest recognised the look on Winter’s face. A mother with a chance to talk about her foals. “We’re doing well,” Winter led off, “I enjoy being a stay at home mom. Spring’s doing well with his accounting business.” She looked to see her colt was missing, “Summer plans on being a paramedic” Winter nudged Wildfire, “May have something to do with being rescued from a fire.” She giggled with the other three. “I think our chit chat sent him back to his room to study.”

“What about Autumn?” Wildfire asked.

“I saved him for last,” Winter said. “He will be joining the Canterlot fire team. That’s where he is now. He just loves to help around the station, and they are getting him ready for the entrance tests. All that is due to you, dear. Your willingness to help others have really defined the lives of both our colts.”

Wildfire could only blush in response. Airmail spoke up, “That is amazing! Wily, you need to let Winter know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, um,” Wildfire stammered with embarrassment, “I’ve joined the fire team in Manehatten.” She giggled lightly, “I do that much, just my job.”

Winter laid a hoof on Wildfire’s shoulder, “Often that is all it takes to inspire those around you.” She looked to the other two mares.

“I’m with the Manehatten weather team,” Tempest said.

“I’m with the Manehatten Times,” responded Airmail.

Wildfire snorted, “Don’t let them down play it. Tempest is commander of the first weather battalion, and Airmail is a lead editor at the paper.”

“That’s wonderful,” said Winter. “I do love a ‘scheduled’ spring rain.” She giggled, and the Manehatten Times is the only paper Spring feels fit to read. He thoroughly hates the ‘rags’ as he calls them here.”

Tempest laughed, “I do try hard to keep it on schedule.”

“You’ll find my byline on page B1,” said Airmail. “Speaking of news, there is one paper here I will work with, the Canterlot Equestrian. I have a scoop on a local bank scandal.”

Winter perked up, “Oh, really? I don’t suppose you can give any little spoilers?”

Airmail took on a smug look, “Do you bank with Lloyds?”

Winter shook her head, “I don’t, but I do have a friend that does.”

“Well,” Airmail led off, “I’m sure the bank will survive just fine, but its stock may take a hit. Seems there is a case of bank fraud with middle management scamming custodial accounts.”

“Especially when you’re the one scammed,” muttered Wildfire.

“My, how awful.” Winter hugged Wildfire. “I’m sure your ace reporter friend will help you out.”

“Yuppers, she has been doing that a lot for me,” said Wildfire.

“I read that interview, in the Times, about Prince Dusk,” Winter said. “He never gives interviews. How were you ever able to get him?”

“Pure luck,” laughed Airmail. “There is a coffee shop on the ground floor of our building. He was enjoying a coffee when our political correspondent went to get one for himself and recognized him.” Airmail took a drink of her tea, “I think an honest interview and the willingness to let the story pass by the Princess’ before printing helped a lot. I was surprised they didn’t edit the story at all.”

“It was a remarkably candid interview,” Winter said. “I must say, with his partner too, no less.”

“Vocal does have a nice voice,” said Wildfire.

“He does,” agreed Winter, “but that music is more to my colt’s liking. I prefer the older ones myself. I’m more a Sineightra mare.”

Tempest sat up, “A mare with taste!”

Wildfire giggled, “Yeah, I’ll have to go with you on that one, Winter.”

Winter gives a soft sigh, “That stallion and his blue eyes…”

Airmail chuckled, “I’m more a techno mare. I think it is because I’m older than this lot.”

“Sineightra’s songs makes many a house cleaning session fly past.” Winter reached over to touch Airmail’s hoof, “If you’re older dear, you must tell me your secret.”

“Just act your mental age,” Airmail said and held a hoof to her chest. “I’m staying twenty-one for life!”

Wildfire shook her head, “Right, oldenpony. I will say, Winter, I find Sineightra makes dusting whizz by, right Tempest?”

“As far as Airy goes, on a good day she may act as old as twenty-one.” Temepst smiled at the raspberry Airmail delivered. “I must say, when I switched from the modern stuff to Sineightra, Wildfire really began to show her moves.”

“A point to remember,” Winter said, “but Wily, you can’t be much over twenty-five and you listen to Sineightra?”

Wildfire giggled, “I’m only twenty-four, Winter, and it’s all mum’s fault.”

“I was please she could sing along with me,” said Tempest. “I love ‘Fly Me to the Moon’.”

“Then your mother has excellent tastes,” said Winter. “That is my favourite song to do the ironing.”

Tempest laughed, “I’ve played that for Airmail to iron too.”

“Tempest is so helpful,” Airmail deadpanned, while Wildfire giggled away happily.

“I guess with your metal,” said Winter, “that wouldn’t be your cup of tea. So if you’re all the way from Manehatten, how long are you in Canterlot for, dears?”

Airmail responded, “Not for long. We are going to Vanhoover and Trottingham via Canterlot on the way home.”

“That’s quite a trip you have planned,” Winter said. “Please stop by and say hello on your return trip through here, won’t you?”

Tempest said, “Would have to tie Wildfire up to stop her.” Which sent the diminutive pegasus into a giggle fit.

Winter smiled, “No need to go to that extreme, but I do look forward to your next visit.”

“I’d like to thank you for being so welcoming,” said Tempest. “You should be the face of Canterlot.”

“I have to agree with that,” Wildfire said.

“Now you should know I cannot speak for the rest of Canterlot,” Winter said as she hugged Wildfire, “but when the firefighter that saved your life and the lives of your colts shows up on your doorstep, the very least you can do is entertain them with drinks and conversation.”

Airmail handed over her business card, “Should you find yourself or family on vacation in Manehatten do look us up. The least you’ll get is a good cup of coffee from a rather nice zebra.”

“That’s right kind, thank you Airmail,” Winter said as she took the card. “I might just have to take you up on that one day.”

Tempest added, “If you like Broadway or the opera we have some inside sources in the herd.”

Winter’s eyes went wide, “The opera you say?”

“You follow the opera?” asked Tempest.

Winter giggled, “Whenever my husband isn’t home to moan about it and yawn like a foal.”

Wildfire laughed and nudged Airmail. Airmail sniffed, “I’ll have you know, Wily, I don’t yawn like a foal, but more like a filly.”

Wildfire asked, “Have you heard of a singer named Serenity?”

Winter clapped her hooves together, “Who hasn’t! I watched her perform Evita a few years ago.” She gave off a happy sigh, “I almost died. Even my husband will listen to her range of notes.”

Airmail nudged Wildfire back, “Gee Wily, think you can talk her into a private performance?”

Tempest snorted, “Something other than Spice Mares, please.”

Wildfire shrugged, “Sure, I’ll ask her, but I don’t see why not. Should be okay.”

Winter followed the conversation as her jaw fell open, “Now, hey now, you wouldn’t be pulling an old mare’s hindleg, would you?”

“I don’t know,” Airmail said, “but we might be able to get Serenity to pull your leg too. She is pretty easy going.”

“They aren’t leaving until Sunday early to be back in Manehatten, so will you and your husband be available tomorrow night?”

“You’re…You’re serious!” Winter stuttered, “Available? Of course!” Winter’s eyes teared up, “Serenity to sing here, oh my stars…Yes, anytime!”

“If it’s okay with you, Wily, I’ll ring them up.” With Wildfire’s nod she pulled her cell phone and dialled.

Tempest asked, “How many guests can she expect to entertain?”

“Oh, I think there will be ten of us…” She watched Airmail dial. “Wait, she’s really calling Serenity, just, you know, calling her?”

“Most likely calling Mistress Mapper,” commented Wildfire, “Serenity’s wife.”

Before Winter could question the word ‘Mistress’ the phone was answered. Airmail set it on speaker for the rest so Mapper’s voice could be heard, “Hello Airy, did your Pet get away? Will it make you late?”

Airmail giggled, “Hi Mapper, nope, were still together and on schedule. We’ll meet up at the hotel on time.”

“Very good, I’ve had enough naughty for today,” said Mapper. The colts have also checked in, and Omega is here now.” Her voice moved to a stage whisper, “Just between us, he may be rethinking his life choices.”

Airmail and the rest could hear the raspberry over the phone. “What are your plans for tomorrow night?”

Mapper responded, “Serenity and I will be attending a Sorority party.”

“A Sorority party?” Airmail didn’t want to figure that out, “What time does it start?”

“The event is to start at nine in the evening, why?” Mapper asked.

“One moment,” responded Airmail. “Winter, would seven to nine work for you?”

Winter nodded furiously, “Yes, yes dear, yes, that would be great!”

“Okay, Mapper, we have a friend of Wily here and a big time fan of Serenity. Will those times work for you?” Airmail asked.

“Will they be feeding us, or should we eat prior?” Mapper questioned.

Winter responded without prompting. “No! Please eat here, I’ll prepare something, anything!”

Airmail giggled, “Every day stuff is fine. Coffee is a bonus and Serenity likes any chocolate desserts.” They could hear Mapper laugh on the phone. “You heard that I take it,” said Airmail. “I’m texting you the address now. How did your visit to the uni go?”

“I was expelled,” said Mapper.

Both Airmail and Tempest laughed, and Tempest was the first to speak up, “Only you could get expelled as a non-student.”

“Yes, well it happened,” said Mapper. “My punishment is to attend the Sorority party with Senior Pet.”

“Going to a Sorority party isn’t much of a punishment,” said Airmail.

“Senior Pet is going to sing bubblegum pop songs and they expect me to service them,” Mapper stated.

Airmail quickly looked up to confirm the colts were not in the room, but the heat from Winter’s blush might turn her into spring. “Yeah,” Airmail said, “I can see that listening may be a punishment. Thank you again for taking the short notice.”

“I’m pleased with Middle Pet,” Mapper said. “See you later today then.”

“Same,” responded Airmail, “Bye.” She disconnected and put her phone away.

Winter had her hoof to her chest as she tried to control her breathing, “She… Serenity, she’s coming here, to my house? Oh, sweet Celestia.”

Tempest nodded, “You can expect two mares. Mapper is Serenity’s wife, but she may arrive dressed in the same attire as I am. Thank you, by the way, for accepting my own appearance here today.”

Winter regained her composure, “That doesn’t bother me none, dear, nor will any of my guests raise a fuss. You’re not hurting anypony, and you’re as pleasant as the day is long. I say you can wear whatever pleases you.”

Airmail nipped at one of Tempest’s ears, “Certainly pleases me. They will have to leave promptly at nine though so they can make it to the Sorority.”

“Not a problem,” proclaimed Winter. “I can’t believe I have the honour of welcoming them into my house!”

“They’re just average ponies, so treat them like the lovely way you treated us, and they will be very happy to be here,” said Tempest.

Wildfire added, “Serenity is very sweet.”

“Remember to have anything you want autographed handy too,” Airmail said. “I don’t think Serenity packed any photos to hand out.”

“That is good to know, Wily,” Winter said, “and where I’m from, dear, a decent welcome is the least a guest can expect.” She giggled, “I might be a bit of a fanfilly though.”

Airmail stood up, “I’m sorry to end our visit, but we have another appointment to meet We’re gathering at the palomino Hotel before dinner.”

“Not at all dearie, I’ve probably kept you talking longer than necessary anyhow,” Winter said as she stood. “I was going to thank you for the break from the housework,” she ended with a giggle.

Tempest stands, “Thank for the tea and conversation.”

Wildfire was the last to stand, “Thank you for everything, Winter. Just listening to the sound of your voice has brought me the happiest of memories.” Wildfire moved in for a tight hug. “Don’t say it was nothing, for me it is everything.”

Winter paused as she was going to say just that, “Yes dear, the feeling is mutual. Please stop by again soon, and there will always be a place here for you.”

Airmail led the way out of the house with Tempest taking the rear position. Once they gathered on the sidewalk, Wildfire spoke up, “Pretty, I’m worried.”

Airmail nuzzled her lover, “About what?”

Wildfire’s hooves did a nervous dance, “Tonight, what if it blows up?”

Tempest chuckled, “It is supposed to blow up, dear.”

“No!” Wildfire said emphatically. “What if a pony gets hurt or they toss us in the dungeon, or even ban….”

Airmail stopped the tirade with a deep kiss. “Love, we are having dinner with Prince Dusk. The worse that will happen is some ponies may say some very mean things about us, and we might have to pay a fine.” She kissed Wildfire again, “I’m sorry we have to do this, but I understand why Mapper has us doing it. I trust her, do you?”

Wildfire calmed down, “Yes, of course I trust the Mistress.” She shook her head to dispel the demons. “Sorry for that, but even after Winter, there is still a lot of bad memories about Canterlot.”

Both Tempest and Airmail nuzzled the yellow mare, “That is why we’re here, love,” Airmail said. “We want to build new memories with you and us.”

“Thank you,” said Wildfire, “Let’s fly least we displease the Mistress.” She took to the air with a giggle followed by the other two mares.

The flight to the hotel was uneventful. “Another vertical landing,” Airmail said as they came to a hover. “Think Canterlot would have pegasus landing pads by now.” Once inside they made their way to the suite Mapper had for the weekend.

Mapper herself opened the door, “Ah, the last of my wayward fillies have returned. Come in so Senior Pet can do touch ups on you three.”

“Everypony else accounted for?” asked Airmail.

“The royal couple have checked in, but not yet arrived,” Mapper said and lowered her voice. “Madam Shoe is growing quite impatient.”

The trio settled down where directed by Serenity. She went to work first on Tempest, which let Airmail question her herd-mate. “Expelled?”

Mapper rolled her eyes, “So, I went to use the little colts room and some stallion inside saw right through my disguise…”

Wildfire sniggered and Tempest followed up, “What made you think they wouldn’t, Maps?”

“I wasn’t using any magic,” Mapper said, “no illusion spell to tip them off.”

“Okay, so how did he know then?” pressed Airmail.

Mapper blushed, “He made a pass at me…”

Serenity remained focused on the make up so she wouldn’t burst out laughing. Wildfire had no reservations and did so, “Sounds like you had a lot of fun, Mistress.”

Mapper shrugged, “My punishment is to play stallion at the Sorority party tomorrow night.”

Tempest giggled, “Harsh…Not!”

A polite knock on the door saved Mapper from further questions. She opened it to reveal Dusk and Brush Stroke. “Good you’re here! I don’t think I could have held Madam Shoe off any longer from giving Serenity a makeover.”

“The delay is all my fault,” said Brush Stroke. “The trip around the royal gardens was simply lovely, along with the tour of the castle.”

Dusk smiled, “I was able to introduce Oils to Aunt Tia and we enjoyed tea together. Sadly, my mom was nowhere to be found, but mum was able to join us for tea.”

Wildfire spoke up, “Sounds like everyone had a better afternoon than we did.”

Tempest noted the mode of her lover turn sour and did a quick ten count. “Dusk, I’m sure she was tied up in affairs of state, isn’t that right, Wily?”

“Oh yeah,” Wildfire groused, “I’m sure Mistress Luna was well busy.”

“Well it must’ve been something to drag mom out of bed in the middle of the day!” Dusk stated.

Airmail nuzzled Wildfire, “Hey, love, it’s okay to talk about it. Dusky is almost family.”

Dusk stared at his long-time friend, “S’up, Wily?”

“Well, long story very short,” Wildfire responded. “We went to see my dad.”

“And?” asked Brush Stroke.

Wildfire sighed, “Mistress Luna arrested him for theft, assault, and who knows what else.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Wily,” and much to Shoe’s annoyance, Dusk moved forward and gave Wildfire a nuzzle, “you alright?”

Wildfire said softly, “No D, I’m not,” She spoke up a little louder, “But I have all of you to help me through this.”

Dusk returned to let Shoe finish her work, “Airy, did mom take care of it or did she ‘take care’ of it?”

“All above board,” Airmail responded. “There will be a trial. Lloyds Bank is involved in the scam, and it looks like there will be more. Amethyst was giving kickbacks to those that sent her residents she could use.”

“Lloyds, huh?” Dusk knew the royal family used that bank. “May Amethyst rot in Tartarus, and I pitied her hide.”

Brush Stroke whispered to his lover, “Is there something I should know, Dusky?”

“Later,” Dusk responded, but when he saw the stallion’s eye narrow, he added, “Please.” The other stallion relented.

Serenity stood back to review her work, “Not all ponies are bad ponies. Some ponies are evil ponies.”

“Well said, Beauty, and she was one of them,” stated Wildfire.

“Finished,” Shoe informed the group.

Mapper looked around at the group and they met her satisfaction. “Let the evil ponies rot in Tartarus, but for the here and now. Dusky has gotten us the Princess table so we go in, play our roles, and have a very pleasant evening. Once we get our desserts we can do the reveal and see how stupid they really are.”

“Oh, the Princess table no less,” gushed Brush Stroke.

“Well said, Master Mapper,” said Dusk, “and only the best for you love.” He gave his stallion a light nuzzle.

“To be honest, Mistress, I just want this day to be over.”

Airmail licked Wildfire’s ear tip, “The day is over love. It is now time for the new night to begin.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know Pretty, it’s just that...” Wildfire trailed off.

“Wildfire is concerned that things can go very south this evening,” said Tempest.

“As long as no pony throws any hooves,” Mapper looked directly at Sonic who just rolled his eyes, “Things will not get out of hoof. And you Middle Pet will hear some very nasty things to be sure. You will not break.”

Wildfire smiled for what seemed forever to her. “Yes, Mistress, I will not break.” She held her head up, “Here I’m loved.”

“That you are,” said Airmail. “So, Maps, how will we do the reveal?”

“I’m keeping my options to see how the night progresses,” Mapper said coyly, “I do love to see the lot of you improvise.”

“Mistress,” Serenity spoke up, “it is time.”

“Oils, the reservation will be in your name, so you have the lead with Dusky.” Mapper stated with authority. “Followed by Sonic and Shoe, Omega and Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire, and myself and Serenity will bring up the rear. That is our seating order.” Mapper clapped her hooves. “Let’s move it ponies, I wish to be fashionably on time.”

The group filed out of the hotel for the short walk to one of the poshest restaurants in all of Canterlot.

“I’m still amazed, Dusky,” Brush Stroke said, “You got the Princess Table at Les Règles du Soleil. That restaurant is famous across Equestria.”

Dusk shrugged, “It helps having the right family, Sir.”

“True,” said Airmail, “I’ve hear all of Canterlot asks ‘how high?’ when Octavia says ‘jump’.”

Dusk practiced his giggle, “I can say that mom can jump pretty high.”

“She does have wings,” added Tempest.

Airmail laughed, “I only wish her teleport spell included taking your tummy along! Takes forever to catch up the farther you teleport.”

“You get used to it, Madam Airmail,” giggled Dusk. “How far did you teleport?”

“Her bedroom to Wily’s house. She has a nice bedroom, by the way,” added Airmail.

“That’s nothing, next time I’ll get mom to teleport you from here to Manehatten,” said Dusk. “Her room isn’t too bad; we’ll be in my place later so you can pass judgement on that too.”

“Only if the cleaners have been in first,” chimed in Wildfire.

Sonic spoke up, “I’m sure there is a story in that somewhere.”

“There is…” started Wildfire.

Dusk interrupted her, “And you might hear it later, Master Sonic, because we are here.”

The building was a study of marble, granite, and gold. Built during the height of the Celestial Era, the name said it all, Les Règles du Soleil, The Rule of the Sun. Unlike a rave there wasn’t a line of ponies waiting to get in. If you didn’t have a reservation, you weren’t getting in. Brush Stroke took it all in, “Okay, colour me impressed.”

“Regardless of the name, Sir,” said Dusk, “This is still a male dominated nobility. The reservation will be in your name.” Dusk giggled, “Which hides the fact I’m here.”

“Stay in character,” reminded Mapper. “Lord Brush Stroke, it is time for the night to begin.”

“Right oh,” Brush Stroke moved up the steps and into the building into an open foyer. By his knowledge of woods, the Maître D’ stood behind an apple wood podium. He noted the two uniformed ponies on the sides and a couple more guarding the door behind the Maître D’. He moved forward.

“Bonjour Misère, I am Uppity. May I have your name and party, please?” the unicorn Maître D’ said.

“Good evening to you, Sir,” Brush Stroke said, “Brush Stroke and party of ten.”

Uppity checked his list with exaggerated care, and then looked over the group. His eye twitched. “Very good, Sir.” He waved over one of the ponies on the side. As the earth stallion approached, Uppity said, “Wheat will guide you to your table.”

“Misère,” Wheat said with a small bow, “This way please.”

“Thank you,” Brush Stoke said to Uppity. He and the rest followed the greeter.

As they approached the door, the two ponies stationed there opened them. Dusk said in a low voice that would carry to the group, “Those are a near replica to the doors leading to Princess Celestia’s suite.” The growing smiles on the ponies let everyone know they appreciated the compliment.

The restaurant was by no means small, yet seating was limited with wide spaces between tables and no shortage of art objects on pedestals around the room. The walls were lined with either floor length windows or renowned pieces of art. One of which stopped Brush Stroke in his tracks. The greeter paused in his walk, and turned to Brush Stroke, “Misère?”

“Sorry,” apologized Brush Stroke, “I was lost in the beauty of the place. Please lead on.”

“Thank you, Misère.” Wheat lead them to an elevated round table in the centre of the room with clear view to all the other tables. “Misère, la table de Princesse.” Mapper was pleased that Brush Stoke paused at the spot indicated by the greeter and the rest filed around the table and stayed in order. She pulled the seating pad for Serenity and slid it back under as she sat down. The other ‘stallions’ did the same. She did wait for Brush Stroke to seat himself before she did so. Wheat spoke once the group was seated and another unicorn stallion moved up beside him. “This is Silver Belle, and he will be your waiter for this evening. Bon appétit.” The greeter returned to his location.

Silver Belle placed a drink menu before Brush Stoke, and a menu before each stallion. “Bonjour, please take your time to look over the drink menu, and signal when you are ready to order drinks.” He stepped back several paces to be near enough to respond but not eavesdrop on conversation.

Brush Stoke shared the drink menu with Dusk, “I must say, the service has been stellar so far.”

Omega asked, “What art could have captured you so?”

Brush Stoke blushed, “Well, the table along the wall behind Airmail has one of my pieces hanging over it. I gave that away to a charity auction, and have no idea how it wound up here.”

The group all turned to look, and Airmail took the opportunity to spy out a certain pair of ponies. Knowing what to look for they weren’t hard to find and she smiled when each lifted a glass as they looked back at her. She turned her attention on Brush Stroke, “Art fit for a Princess.” She enjoyed watching Brush Stroke’s blush deepen.

Mapper said, “I will admit that so far this has exceeded my expectations. More the reason to hold off to the end. Dusky, is Veuve Clicuot La Grande Dame on that list?”

Brush Stroke saw that every pony seated would glance their way, “We’re defiantly drawing attention. Dusky, what’s this mean?”

“Sir,” Dusk started off, “We are sitting at the Princess’ Table, and those that think they move and shake Equestria want to know how they can use us.” He glanced at the drink menu, “Yes, it is, Master Mapper, but I was going to suggest, Coteaux du Layon Saint Lambert.”

Mapper smiled at the young Prince pretending to be wise, “I’d thought to start with Champagne, and then maybe a sweet white, such as you suggested, for dessert.” She gave the ‘mare’ a knowing look, “Sorry to say but a sweet with the meal seems out of place to me.”

Dusk blushed hard, and realized two things. First his knowledge of wines was pitifully inadequate. Second, Mapper was much more than a simple carny pony. “Quite right of course. My, um, sweet tooth over ruled me there.”

Brush Stroke raised a hoof, “A fine suggestion, Master Mapper.” Silver Belle was quickly by his side along with a small group of the wait staff, “The Veuve Clicuot La Grande Dame, please.”

Mapper added, “the ’98 if you have it, please.”

“At once, Misère,” He hoofed the order to another pony. The staff placed a selection of fresh baked breads, sourdough, pumpernickel, rye, garlic tucson, and plain on the table with a variety of butters, honey, garlic, unsalted plain and salted plain. Other’s placed a fresh garden salad before each guest. Silver Belle began with Dusk to offer a wide selection of dressings and moved around the table to each mare. He repeated that with each stallion.

“Pardon me, Lord Brush,” Mapper said, “but Champagne hasn’t been the same since Luna’s return.”

Once again Silver Belle stood by Brush Stroke when another waiter arrived with a silver tray and four bottles of Champagne on ice. He poured for Brush Stroke. The earth pony picked up his glass and drank the sample. “Splendid!”

Silver Belle quickly filled every glass, and set the remaining bottles on a table nearby. He said, “Please enjoy this repast and let me know when you’re ready to order your main course.”

Tempest looked at her salad, “Actually, this is a rather nice portion to start with.” The menu was not in braille so she whispered choices in Wildfire’s ear.

“Adequate,” stated Sonic, “But doesn’t hold a candle to “Mareitranian Garden.” The others giggle at the comparison to a chain restaurant and here.

Airmail began the conversation as each ate their salad and perused the menu. “I don’t remember any yellow ‘Do Not Cross’ tape when I visited.

Wildfire started giggling again, “The last big party we had the suite had to be fumigated, remember D?” Mapper cleared her throat. “Madam Dusky,” Wildfire quickly amended, “I think it took the staff days to clean everything.”

Dusk let off a soft sigh, “Yes, Madam Wildfire, I do remember after all mom had to help them.” His smile brightened, “We had tea with Aunt Tia earlier today. She let me know my room was just as I left it.”

“I think I was too nervous to really enjoy the tea, but the Princes did try to make me feel at home,” Brush Stroke said.

“So,” sounded off Sonic, “does that mean we will find clean and pressed clothing scattered around the floor?’ The rest laughed at the jest.

Dusk sniffed, “I’ll have you know Master Sonic, I’m a very tidy pegasus.”

“I’ll have to peek in your closets instead,” said Shoe.

“You can peek anywhere you like, Madam Shoe,” said Dusk with a smug smile.

Wildfire whistled, “Blimy, it must be clean!”

Both Dusk and Mapper did eye rolls, and Mapper spoke up, “Does every stallion have their mare’s order and their own? This salad will not hold me for long.” With everyone’s assent, Brush Stroke again raised a hoof.

“Misère.” Said Silver Belle as he held the pen in his magic to write.

“The mare will have the Oeuf frit, Salade d’Asperges Crues et Chutney de Tomate Epicee. While I’ll have Couscous aux legumes sauce epicee,” Brush Stroke led off.

Sonic followed up, “For the mare, Penne, simplement, avec une tombe de tomates fraiches et des copeaux de Parmesan and for me, Pave de saumon poche sur riz sauvage un sauce au basilica.”

“For the mare, Céleri Rave Rôti et Fumé, Chou Rouge,” Omega said, “and for myself, Chou vert frisé, oignon, saucisses et lardons”

Tempest ordered next, “For the mare, Saumon Mariné au Citron Aigre-Doux Gelée à la Vodka, and for me, Petits flans de brocolis au gorgonzola.”

Mapper gave a light shake of her head before she ordered. “For the table, Tomates cerise et mozzarella, basilc, jeunes pouseses et salade and Curry de legumes, yaourt epice, concombre un pain indien. For my mare, Champignons Sauvages Parfumés au Ras-el-Hanout Fenouil et Riz Rouge de Camargue while I will have the Poêlée de choux de Bruxelles aux lardons.”

“Very good,” Silver Belle said, “I’ll have the appetizers out to you shortly.” The stallion moved away to place the order.

Shoe looked at the menu and placed a hoof on her husband, “What did you just order, Love?”

Sonic laughed, “Not a clue, but it sounded neat.”

“I, for one, know what Madam Airmail ordered,” said Wildfire. She snuggled close to Tempest, “Good Sir, I beseech thee to protect me from the evils that will reside on yonder maiden Airmail’s plate.”

“Fear not,” replied Tempest, “I shall intercept any foulness that comes your way and prove my worth by sealing my duty to you with a kiss.” The others laughed at the antics, but Wildfire no longer felt so sure that she would escape celery doom. Tempest continued, “Sonic, how was your day with Shoe?”

“It was lovely,” Shoe said, “we went dancing.”

“It is good to know there are still some common pony clubs are still trotting in this town,” Sonic said.

“Anywhere nice?” asked Dusk.

“Yes,” said Sonic, “A DJ from Ponyville has her own club, Scratch Trot Fever, and it’s not far from the train station.”

Dusk giggled, “I know that place. DJ Moonbeams plays there when she is able.” He turned to the political reporter, “How was your day, Master Omega?”

“A bit dull, really,” Omega said, “I had a good chat with the Canterlot Equestrian. My interview with you had made me a minor celebrity. My unwillingness to compromise my morals though has negated that somewhat.”

“I can say that I appreciate your morals,” Dusk said.

“After that I spent some time in the Noble’s Park,” added Omega.

“Oh,” Wildfire spoke up, “What did you think of the park?”

Omega snorted, “Clean, open, empty. I got so bored that I let myself fall into Master Mapper’s hooves.”

“I would spend hours in that park,” reminisced Wildfire. “The nobles thought they were too good to be seen in a park, and the name made other ponies think they would be unwelcomed.”

Silver Belle moved forward as the staff placed the appetizers on the table, “Bon appétit.” He also refiled any glasses before he stepped back to his place to wait for any required assistance.

Omega spoke up, “I believe that Lord Brush wasn’t fully informed as to your day, Master Mapper.”

“Yes, sorry about that old chap,” said Brush Stroke. “Tea with the Princess, you know.”

Mapper pressed a hoof to her forehead for a moment, then lowered it. ‘If Oils thinks he’s the only one to drop names.’ She took on an air of indifference, “Being alumni, my wife and I visited our old Alma Mater, Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Of course being the opera singer that she is, her Sorority asked, I dare say, demanded, that she preform for them. Of course I too will assist in any way I can to make the performance a success.”

Those that knew the full story raised eyebrows, but Brush Stoke said, “The only thing that could make that better is for the Princess herself to attend.”

“I do wish to thank you Master Mapper and Madam Serenity for going to Winter’s place tomorrow. It really means a lot to her.”

Silver Belle again moved forward as the main course arrived. The small army of wait staff ensured that each pony received what they ordered and it was to their full satisfaction. Once drinks were refilled, Silver Belle returned to his position.

“I think I can smell the celery from here,” muttered Wildfire.

“It is a pretty display,” commented Airmail.

Dusk said, “Haute Cuisine is to give you the barest hint of flavour, the subtlety of taste, so as to entertain your senses without overwhelming your pallet.”

“Thank you love,” Brush Stroke said, “that was a very fancy way to say hors d’oeuvre.”

“I will give them that it is big on taste,” Said Sonic. “Just small on portions.”

“All the better for our mares to keep their svelte figures,” Mapper said.

“Dusky does look beautiful in that dress.” Airmail said.

“I’m sure it will work to that end, Master Mapper,” Dusk said. He turned to Airmail, “You have my thanks, madam, but you too are looking resplendent this evening.”

Airmail replied a bit louder than necessary, “This old thing? I found it at the bottom of my closet. Still, I didn’t want to be too blatant on this outing.”

“You have to forgive her,” Omega said, “She is concerned about being seen in a Rarity Original from last month. Hopefully nopony will notice.”

Brush Stroke was shocked, “A month out of date? However can you stand it?”

“It is a shame I must bear, as there was a tiny rip in the dress I just received from Rarity,” Airmail sadly shook her head. “Servants!”

“Terrible luck, old girl,” Brush Stroke said, “I trust you had the servant fired immediately?”

“Or at least flogged, to be sure,” added Dusk.

Omega shook his head, “She is far too soft. The mare is in her seventies I think and Airy simply doesn’t have the heart to fire her.”

“Fatal error I fear, spare the rod and the lower ranks forget their place,” said Brush Stroke.

“Now darling,” commented Dusk, “you shouldn’t be so strict these days.”

Omega shrugged his shoulders, “She does brew a good cup of tea though, so I wasn’t going to push the issue.”

Brush Stroke laughed, “A fine cup of tea can forgive many a crime.”

“Tempest,” Wildfire asked, “our maid is very good, isn’t she?”

“I find her adequate, Love,” replied Tempest. “She is a bit hard on the crockery, and there was that errant chip I found. Still for as little as we pay her I shouldn’t complain.”

Wildfire giggled and nudged Tempest, “I’ve heard we don’t pay the maid at all.”

Tempest leaned over and gave Wildfire a solid kiss, and watched her gag. “That’s for saying the maid’s pay is inadequate.” She watched her lover try to remove the celery with a napkin.

The rest laughed at Wildfire’s dilemma, and Shoe said, “I’m quite happy with our staff, especially the butler. Yes…” Any further comment was ended with Sonic’s kiss.

Mapper looked around the table and saw that the group was far too close too silly to continue the charade. “Lord Brush, I believe it is time to order desert and that nice wine your lovely mare suggested earlier.”

Brush Stroke raised a hoof and Silver Belle was at his side, “Desert Menu, and…” He looks at the item Dusk had his hoof over, “Côteaux du Layon Saint Lambert. Last year’s pressing please.”

Silver Belle placed the menu in front of Brush Stroke, “Your wine will be out momentarily, please let me know when you are ready to order your dessert.” He moved back and other ponies rushed off to do his bidding.

Mapper said, “I believe five orders of the same dessert would do us well, Lord Brush.”

Brush Stroke looked over the menu, “This sounds nice. Millefeuille aux Framboises et Gianduja.”

“Oh,” said Tempest, “raspberries and chocolate with pralines. I think we all can get behind that choice.” The others nodded in agreement.

Brush Stroke raised a hoof and Silver Belle again moved forward. After receiving the order, he passed it to the stallion that brought the wine. Silver Belle used the two bottles to serve each of the patrons. Within a few minutes the deserts arrived and were placed between the couples. Each with two forks. “Bon appétit.” The stallion moved back to his position.

“That does look lovely,” Mapper said. “Now though is the time to bring this party to a closure.”

“Finally the mare of mysteries will reveal the reveal,” Sonic laughed.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” commented Dusk.

“You and me both, Madam Dusky,” Wildfire added.

Mapper smiled, “Lord Brush, please exchange seats with Madam Shoe, and Master Tempest, please exchange seat with Madam Serenity.” She waited till that was done. “Master Omega, I do hope you’re not put out with Madam Airmail?”

Omega snickered, “I’ve found that in covering politics, one must be adaptive.”

Airmail saw the move draw the eyes of the other patrons in the restaurant. She looked over at one particular pair of ponies and saw they clapped their hooves in anticipation. Airmail gave a wink before she turned her attention back to the director of their group, and merely stuck her tongue out at Mapper.

Once the four were re-seated Mapper took her glass in hoof. “The rules of this game are very simple. No magic and no utensils may be used. You must feed your new partner. Do it slowly and do it with sensuality.” Mapper raised her glass, “To who we are.” The others lifted their and all drank.

“I’ve been waiting to taste you, Lord Brush,” Sonic said as he lowered his head to take some dessert on his tongue.

“As have I, Master Sonic,” Brush Stroke said as he leaned forward to receive the dessert meeting in a tongue twisting kiss.

“I trust you remember my taste, Madam Shoe,” Dusk said as he scooped up a small amount of dessert.

“I don’t remember if I tasted you above the table, love,” replied Shoe, “but now is my chance.” She leaned forward to receive.

Wildfire faced the direction of her new partner, “My Ariel, thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure?”

Serenity smiled, “To answer thy best pleasure; be it to fly, but a raspberry from your lips to mine in all its quality is fine.”

“As my spirit wishes.” Wildfire took a small amount of dessert with her tongue and kissed Serenity softly, but long.

Tempest looked into Mapper’s eyes and waited with patience. The unicorn scooped up a bit of dessert and kissed the pegasus long and hard with a passion remembered.

Airmail watched the scene and again glanced at one table. Both had their phones out to record what happened. “Well, shall we take one for the team?”

“I fear we must, boss.” He leaned down, but before he took some dessert he said, “Wouldn’t it be ironic if we were tossed for being the straight couple.” He finished his scoop, and gave Airmail a sweet kiss.

Lady Octavia moved onto a raised platform opposite the entrance and began to play her cello. Along with her trademark pink bow tie, the mare wore four pink socks. In front of her she watched her son be true to himself before those that believed themselves to be superior in every way. The other restaurant patrons were mixed between watching a legend play, or the horror of the events at the Princess Table.

Tempest pushed her muzzle into the dessert and offered it to Mapper for cleaning. The pink unicorn was quick to slather her tongue over Tempest’s face.

Wildfire was into her role, “I drink the air before me, and return, ere your pulse twice beat.”

“I prithee, remember I have done thee worthy service,” said Serenity as she scooped up some dessert.

“Not a soul, but felt a fever of the mad and play’d…” Wildfire forgot her lines as Serenity kissed her deeply. She wrapped her forelegs around the mare and returned the kiss with all she had.

Airmail and Omega both pulled out their cameras to take pictures of audience reactions.

“Would you care for chocolate covered berry, my dear?” offered Shoe.

Dusk responded, “Would be to die for, love.”

Shoe took a tongue full and pushed it between the Prince’s lips and ground her body against his.

Brush Stroke dipped his hoof in the dessert and smears it on Sonics muzzle, “I say old chap, terribly clumsy of me. Let me clean that up” He proceeded to give Sonic a tongue bath.

“Apology accepted, Lord,” responded Sonic. “Oh, I’ve smeared your neck, let me have at that.” The couple quickly turn into a snog fest.

All around the table turned to see what was happening. Many turned back to their own table and pretended that nothing was happening. Others, though, could only gawk at the site of ponies blatantly acting so sensually in public. One particularly brave stallion stood up and approached the table, “I say, must you conduct yourselves in such a vulgar fashion?”

Brush Stroke looked at the stallion while Sonic nibbled on his neck, “Vulgar? I dare say good sir, your interrupting of our meal is vulgar indeed!”

The stallion snorted, “Good sir, indeed! Your group has interrupted the fine meals of these gentle ponies with such a…” He waved his hoof around the table, “A frivolous public display! How dare you!”

Airmail saw the dark pegasus stand for a better view, and took a photo of her. Omega nudged her and she quickly turned her attention back to Brush Stroke.

Brush Stroke licked Sonic’s forehead, and then looked back at the stallion, “I would recommend that you avert your eyes then. So such a beautiful display of loving kindness does not interrupt your grey world view.”

The stallion stomped a hoof, “Spoken just like that loathsome prince! This is a respectable venue, take this ‘filth’ elsewhere or I shall summon the Maître D’!”

Brush Stoke stood, “You forget yourself, sir! Stomping so in front of these delicate mares. Off with you,” He made a shooing motion as if he chastised a foal. “Speak to whom you wish, but trouble me no more.”

Sonic smiled, “Not so fast love, maybe he would be interested in a Menage a trois?”

The indigent stallion sneered, “I see no ‘delicate mares’ here, sir. Merely filth that doesn’t know its place.” He looked down at Sonic, “Really! Never in all my days!!” The stallion was too angry for words and stomped off shouting, “Maître D’!”

Dusk nearly swooned, “I’m loathsome, Ms. Shoe, how rude of me.” He licked one of Shoe’s ears.

“I’m finding you quite delicate indeed, Madam Dusky.” Shoe kissed him deeply.

Airmail giggled, “Well played, my knight in shining armour.”

Brush Stroke nodded, “Now back to our dessert.” He returned to snogging Sonic. “Imagine if that oaf had actually joined us.”

“Quite,” stated Omega as he got some pictures of the departing stallion.

Wildfire sighed with a hoof to her head, “Did you hear, my fair Ariel, we’re but filth.”

“Then let me taste your filth!” Serenity announced as she went back to kissing.

Omega and Airmail slowly fed each other dessert as they continued to watch for any trouble. A hidden shout had them both looking. “Maître D’! Where is the Maître D’!” Omega raised his glass of wine, “To the perfect plan.” He clinked his glass against Airmail’s.

Many around the room voiced their complaints and some left with half eaten food on the table. A mare approached the table, “I say, do pardon me, but couldn’t you have waited for a more ‘private’ setting for such vileness?”

“It saddens me that you have no foals,” Airmail said.

The mare tilted her head, “And just what do you mean by that, hum?”

Airmail shrugged her shoulders, “A mare of your standing would have never done anything vile be it in public or private.”

The mare blew out her breath, “Well! How very… How dare you, madam! I’ll have you know I have two stallions, both highly respected members of this society!” She held her nose up high, “Not that you’d know anything about respectable, you bunch of harlots!”

Airmail held a hoof to her chest, “You have two stallions lined up, and dare to call me a harlot?”

The mare’s eyes went wide as she tried to form a reply, “You should be ashamed of yourselves!” She stormed off towards the exit.

Airmail called out after, “If you aren’t getting any at home I can help you out there!” The mare only shouted her rage.

“Confound it, where is the Maître D’,” shouted the stallion. Uppity returned from the kitchen, “Ah, finally, a word if you please!”

“How can I be of assistance Monsieur?” Uppity asked.

“Assistance?” the stallion blustered, “Assistance!” He gestured to the clearly visible Princess table, “Put a stop to ‘that’ or I’m not dining here again!”

“Very well, sir,” Uppity said as he watched a mare storm out of the restaurant. He motioned to one of his staff, “Please gather all the bills for all the tables and combine them into one bill.”

The stallion continued his rant, “I have not paid through the muzzle and waited three months to be treated to such a display.”

Uppity remained calm, “Nor will you be paying for today’s visit. We will work with you to produce another reservation. The Princess Table is covering all guests this evening.”

Airmail continued to watch the crowd. One pair of ponies were giggling quite hard. “Think we made facetube yet?” she asked Omega.

“Oh, yes,” Omega responded, “yes we have. Oh, this should be good.” He nodded towards Uppity as he approached the table.

“Monsieur Brush Stroke,” Uppity led off.

Brush Stroke broke his long kiss with Sonic, “Yes, can I help you?”

Wildfire whispered to Serenity, “Beauty, what’s happening?”

“Your patronage has come to an end,” Uppity continued, “Your bill, sir. Please remove your party from the premises.”

Serenity licked Wildfire’s nose, “Seems it is time for an accounting.”

“May I see the bill, sir?” Brush Stroke asked. When Uppity hoofed it over to him, he didn’t even look at it. Instead he scooped up some dessert with the bill and stuffed it in his mouth. He washed it down with some of the wine. “We aren’t finished yet squire, hop it.”

Uppity asked, “Do you refuse to pay for services rendered?”

Sonic’s thick Manehatten accent showed through, “Gett’n hungry here.”

“Render a service worth paying for and maybe I’ll think about it guv’nor.” He stood to plant a kiss on Uppity’s lips. “Now be a good Maître ‘D and fetch us some more wine.” He sat back down, “Sorry love,” and returned to kissing Sonic. Dusk’s wings flared out when he saw the kiss his lover planted on the Maître ‘D.

Uppity didn’t bat an eye at the kiss. A constable from the Canterlot Royal Police moved alongside him. “Greetings, officer. This group refused to pay and, as you see, a public demonstration in a private location.”

“I take it we are ‘banged to rights’ as it were?” Brush Stroke said, “Do piss off old boy.”

The Constable also remained calm, “Have you been asked to pay?”

Brush Stroke paused for a kiss from Sonic before he answered, “Nope, haven’t seen a bill, have you love?”

Uppity produced another copy of the bill which he showed to the Constable, “This is the bill that was refused, Constable.”

The police pony looked it over and raised an eyebrow, “Quite the party they had,” he snickered, “or having.”

Brush Stroke took the bill when Uppity hoofed it to him, “Oh, this is the bill? Why didn’t you say so?”

Mapper came up for air, “I believe our point has been made, love.”

Brush Stroke sighed dramatically, “Yes, I suppose it has. I believe we owe you thirty thousand bits for our lovely meal?"

“I do believe you are mistaken, Monsieur,” Uppity said, “As you can see the bill is clearly itemized for the total cost of your party, and, as written on the menus, gratuity for groups of eight or more is included. You may, of course, increase that amount.”

“And that comes to?” Brush Stroke asked.

“Seven hundred fifty thousand bits, Monsieur,” replied Uppity.

Brush Stroke hoofed the bill to Dusk, “Would you be a dear, and take care of this trifle?”

“Of course, love.” Dusk pulled his Equestrian Express card, “You do take a card?”

Mapper interrupted, “Please hoof it over to Airmail.”

“Oh, yes, of course, Master Mapper.” Dusk gave Airmail the bill and his card, “Ms. Airmail.”

“We have been waiting to review this restaurant, “Airmail flashed her press credentials. “I see the ambiance is lacking, but the food was excellent.”

Uppity swallowed and waves a hoof. An older stallion walked over to the table, “Pay up and get out! I can care less what your worthless rag has to say.”

“Indeed,” nodded Omega, “the ambiance is lacking.”

Airmail pocketed Dusk’s card and pulled out her own Manehatten Times card, “Receipt please.”

Once Uppity departed with the card, Airmail gave a big kiss to each member of the mare’s herd. “Madam Dusky, happy?”

Dusk giggled, “Oh yes!”

“Best fun in ages, my lovey,” agreed Brush Stroke.

Omega looked at the officer, “What about you, Constable? Selling tickets to the ball?”

The officer blinked, “Um, no.”

The males broke out laughing, “Are we free to leave, officer?” asked Brush Stroke.

“Once this gentlemare receives her receipt,” replied the Constable.

Uppity returned and hoofed the card and receipt over to Airmail, “Thank you, though I do hope you choose a different establishment on your next visit.”

The Constable stepped to the side, “You are free to go about your business elsewhere gentle colts and fillies.”

Brush Stroke nodded to the officer, “Thank you,” and looked at Uppity, “Don’t worry, guv, we will.”

“We have an audience,” commented Mapper. “Do make a good show on the way out.”

“Think we can manage a good show, Madam Shoe?” inquired Dusk.

Shoe nodded, “let us waltz out of here, dear.”

“Marvellous idea,” Dusk said, “Please take the lead.”

“I say, Lord Brush,” announced Sonic, “are we going to let a couple of mares steal the show?”

“I think not, old chap,” responded Brush Stroke, “shall we dance?”

“I heard that, Monsieur Sonic,” Serenity said, “Madam Wildfire, would you do me the honour and ride me out of here?”

“I most certainly will, Beauty,” Wildfire climbed up on the unicorn’s back.

Serenity marched out with head high, and noted those that recognized her had items to autograph at hoof. “Sorry, no autographs. Only true fans will get such from me.” She saw some ponies try to hide behind tables or menus.

Sonic said, “Serenity is not one to waste time.” He took Brush Stroke up in his forelegs, “Let us dance.” The pair followed Serenity out.

Shoe took Dusk up in her forelegs, “To the music in us,” and they followed Sonic and Brush Stroke out.

Airmail looked the older stallion over, “Owner?” The stallion snorted, “Fear not, I’ll share my review with my friends at the Equestrian too.” She enjoyed seeing the stallion’s jaw drop. “Master Omega, let us away.” The pair followed the dancing couples.

Mapper gave Tempest one more kiss and turned to the Maître ‘D, “Uppity, I do like your style. If you find yourself in Manehatten, you’ll have my recommendation.”

Airmail called back over her shoulder, “Yeah, anything for a free meal.”

A unicorn stallion and pegasus mare stood near the exit. The stallion held up a hoof to Brush Stroke who in turned hoof bumped it. “Well done,” the stallion said.

“Glad you both enjoyed the night, sir, madam,” Brush Stroke said as he and Sonic danced out the door.

Airmail passed the two with a smile, but said nothing. Mapper paused as she looked at the stallion. The mare interrupted her inspection, “A very good show it was, thank you.”

Mapper nodded, “You’re most welcome.” She exited the building to meet up with the rest outside. “Okay, I’m for the hotel,” the pink unicorn announced. “I need to pee, and this place isn’t good enough for me to piss on. I’m ready to get out of costume too.”

The stallion and mare couple that greeted them at the exit rushed outside, “Hey guys, wait up. That was awesome back there, mind if we tag along?” the stallion said.

“Yeah,” added the mare, “you guys are seriously fun!”

The group turned to Dusk, and he spoke up, “Sure, fine with me. We’re just headed over to the Palomino Hotel, then on to my place.”

“Fine,” said Mapper, “I just need to piss.”

Tempest nuzzled her, “Now that sounds like fun to me.”

Wildfire giggled on top of Serenity’s back, “Me too, Stormy.”

The group of twelve trotted back to the hotel. “Thanks for letting us join you,” the stallion said, “I’m Sunny Day, and this is my partner, Moonbeam.”

Moonbeam smiled, “’DJ’ Moonbeams.”

Serenity turned so fast Wildfire had to tighten her legs to stay on. “The DJ?”

Moonbeam laughed, “The one and only.” She did a little bow.

The group entered, the hotel, “Chat later, piss now,” said Mapper as she led the way to the room. The others laughed at her one track mind. Wildfire climbed off of Serenity and entered the bathroom with Mapper and Tempest.

Sonic said, “I’m going to come back and sit in on one of your shows.” Serenity clapped her hooves in agreement.

“I was only a bit surprised they made the whole place our party,” said Airmail.

Shoe said, “It was very good food though, and the service was nice.”

“Want your card back, Dusky?” asked Airmail.

Dusk giggled, “Yes please.”

Airmail hoofed it over, “It was nice of you to try, but we will expense it out. The story will generate more than enough advertising revenue.”

Mapper, once again a mare, was the first out of the bathroom, followed by Wildfire. “Tempest has a little additional clean up to take care of,” Mapper said. The sound of the shower could be heard behind her.

Moonbeam addressed Sonic, “You’re very welcome sugar, here,” she hoofed over a card, “tell the door guys and they’ll let you backstage.”

“Thank you,” said Sonic, “ah, will it work for two?”

“Sure as moonshine gets ya wasted it will,” Moonbeam responded while Sunny Day did an eye roll. The pegasus turned to Serenity, “You clapped your hooves, are you a fan?”

“I love music of any kind.” Serenity said.

Mapper added, “Especially the kind that makes me want earplugs.”

Serenity giggled, “You have a real nice beat with the mix of classics and techno so well blended.”

“Well, sugar, it’s Serenity, ain’t it? I like your singing too.” Moonbeam said.

Sunny Day giggled, “Here we go, can’t take you anywhere Moony.”

“Oh, well if you’re in Manehatten, come see one of my shows…Mistress, can I have a pass, please?” Mapper pulled out a pass and hoofed it to Serenity. “Here, this will get you and anyone in your group into the show.”

Tempest the mare walked out of the bathroom, “I miss anything?”

“I’m quite certain I didn’t miss, Honey,” said Wildfire, to which Tempest snorted.

Mapper spoke up, “Those with questionable musical tastes are exchanging information.”

Moonbeam laughed, “Well that’s mighty nice, thanks.” She hoofed over her card, “Lemme return the gesture, sugar.” She turned to her partner, “Ain’t we due in Manehatten in five days?”

Sunny Day shrugged his shoulders, “Are we, Moony?”

“Sure we are,” confirmed Moonbeam. “I need to stop by that clothing shop to pick up an order.”

“Oh, well if you can,” Serenity said, “I’ll be preforming next Wednesday, but I do have Thursdays off.”

“Well I’ll be!” exclaimed Moonbeam, “Wednesday times it just right. Love to see you perform Ms. Serenity.”

“Wonderful, Ms. Moonbeam,” Serenity said, “I’m not sure when we’ll be back this way again.”

“Ain’t a thing, just drop on by the club whenever you’re here,” said Moonbeam.

“I have this place for the night,” Mapper said, “You both are welcome to stay here, but we’ll be heading over to Dusky’s place soon.”

Dusk snapped out of his amused reverie, and almost failed to not laugh out loud, “Well, Sunny Day and Moonbeam are both welcome to come along!”

Everypony looked at Dusk and then at the new couple to the group. Mapper narrowed her eyes as she studied the pair, “Really Dusky?”

Dusk shrugged his shoulders, “They seem alright, nothing ‘hidden’ about them.”

Serenity looked at Mapper and Mapper turned her attention back to Dusk, “You’re a terrible liar, Dusky.”

Dusk laughed, “Yeah, I know I am. Right, c’mon guys, the games up.”

Sunny Day and Moonbeam looked at each other and burst out laughing. They dropped the illusion spells layer by layer until their true appearance was revealed. “Nice to see two of my ex-students again,” commented Celestia.

Serenity was surprised, “Mistress Luna, Professor Celestia…Mistress, can I keep the pass?”

Wildfire mumbled, “What, Mistress is here?”

Mapper giggled, “I should have remembered, you crashed a Sorority party.”

Luna looked at her sister, “Tia?”

“I’ve been known to party, Lulu,” Celestia responded with her nose high.

“So, Professor,” said Mapper, “Did my suspension reach your desk already?”

“What’s one more, Mapper?” Celestia responded which set Mapper to giggling.

“I really am a DJ though,” Luna told Serenity.

“Yes,” added Celestia, “but that was the worst Applejack impersonation I’ve ever heard.” Luna actually blushed.

“Yes, Mistress,” Serenity said, “I really do like your work.”

“Not a Mistress tonight, Serenity,” Luna said, “What is it, Mapper? Independent Time for all?”

“Why not,” responded Mapper. She turned to Celestia, “This time I really did earn it.”

“You do make a good stallion,” said Celestia, “but hitting a student isn’t the right way to turn down an offer.”

“By Luna’s left nipple you did make a fine stallion yourself, Princess Celestia.” Stated Sonic.

Luna blushed harder and Celestia burst out laughing, “I should hope so, then the spell worked as expected.”

“It is true,” added Shoe.

“And you make a fine mare with no magic at all,” commented Celestia. She smiled as she tried to see whose blush was deeper, Shoe’s or her sister’s.

Shoe hoofed at the floor, “Thank you, and your niece is beautiful too.”

“My nei…” Celestia realized what Shoe was talking about. “Oh, I see. My, yes, Dusk this is a side of you I haven’t seen before.”

“It’s a side of him I love,” Brush Stroke commented which sent Dusk off to join the blush brigade.

“Luna,” Airmail asked, “Have you received any word on Emerald?”

“I have, Airmail, she’s safely in the hospital being treated,” Luna answered, “and she’s going to get whatever care she needs.”

“And ‘dad’,” Wildfire spat out the word dad.

“Wildfire,” Celestia said, “Your father is safely in custody and awaiting his trial.”

Mapper nuzzled Wildfire and whispered, “I know we are on Independent Time, but for me, do show respect.”

Wildfire swallowed, “Forgive me Mistress.” She faced the direction of Luna and Celestia, “I’m sorry for my outburst, Princess. I shouldn’t let my emotions run wild.” Mapper nuzzled her again and added a kiss to her cheek.

“Forgiven, Wildfire,” stated Celestia, “By the way, I do hope you don’t mind, but I gave a copy of your poem book to Princess Twilight. She’s most impressed with them.”

Airmail and Tempest gravitated to Wildfire’s sides as she stammered, “R-r-r-really Princess?”

“Really,” Celestia smiled. “With your permission she would like to distribute a copy to every library across Equestria.”

“I-I don’t know…I mean it-it’s an honour…” Wildfire tried to get out.

Mapper stated with authority, “If the Queen of Libraries says it is good then you should listen, Pet.”

Wildfire snapped out of it, “Of course, Mistress. Yes please, Princess Twilight has my permission, Princess Celestia…But, could you ask her to leave the ones in braille out?”

Airmail nodded while Tempest spoke up, “Yes, that would be best having had them read to me.”

“Of course, Wildfire,” Celestia said, “I understand. When I write to the ‘Princess of Libraries’, I’ll make sure she knows which to omit.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Wildfire said with relief.

Mapper laughed, “In school she was the Queen of Libraries, terrible she would be demoted to Princess.”

“Queen has a rather negative portrayal,” Celestia said, “after the Chrysalis incident.”

Mapper nodded, “I stand by my statement.” She was pleased that Celestia laughed with her.

Serenity kissed Wildfire, “Can I be the first to have your autograph?”

Wildfire blushed deeply and became flustered once again, “My…My autograph? I…I…Sure, Beauty, if I can have yours!”

Serenity giggled, “It’s a deal.”

“Ponies…Are going to want my autograph?” Wildfire said, and the others laughed at her discomfort.

“Mistress Luna,” Mapper led off, “Was the end game what you expected tonight?”

“It was,” Luna said, “although we weren’t sure how far you’d take the whole thing. Whether you’d get yourselves arrested or not.”

“I was afraid that someone outside your group might instigate violence,” Celestia added.

Mapper shrugged, “The nobles were as I remembered them, spineless, all talk and no action. I didn’t want to make any ponies’ day end in jail with Dusky there.” Mapper winked at Dusk, “I think she has enough admirers right here.”

“Very true,” Luna said, “although, Oils, when you ate that bill I thought I’d die laughing! That was so funny.”

Brush Stroke smiled, “It just seemed the thing to do, Princess.”

“You will have to admit that Uppity was ready for that with another copy,” Mapper said.

Brush Stroke’s smile turned sly, “True, although who knows what would’ve happened to that copy?”

“Oh, that was mean,” Tempest said. “Now I’ll be imagining where you might have put it next.”

“I’m not telling, Tempest,” Brush Stroke said, “but Uppity may not have liked it, although he was a good kisser.”

Airmail laughed, “Dusky, was Uppity and the old stallion there when you and Vocal were tossed out?”

“Oh, yeah,” Dusk responded. “Both of them were there, and it was the owner that tossed us. I’m surprised Uppity didn’t recognize me, even with all this makeup and dress.”

Tempest laughed, “He might have. That could be why they had a hard time finding him.”

“So, you think he was hiding?” Dusk laughed, “Vocal didn’t exactly endear himself to the dining populace.”

“I’m happy to see all of you again,” Luna said, “but we were only expecting Dusky and Oils.”

Airmail nudged Wildfire, “What? Oh, right…” Wildfire started, “It was Caffy’s idea, Princess. He told me to tell Mistress about it, and called Sonic. I told Airmail and it went from there. Me, Pretty, and Honey were coming here today anyway to see mum.”

“It has been a wild ride,” Airmail said, “but I’m looking forward to letting my mane down.”

“Ah, Caffy,” Luna said. Her sister gave her a questioning look, Luna responded to her, “He is my second favourite zebra.” She turned back to the group, “Um, you didn’t bring his aunt with you by any chance?”

“Sorry, Mistress Luna,” Mapper said, “but she had other duties to attend to.”

Luna pouted, “Aww.”

Celestia laughed, “How are you all getting to the castle?”

“Cab,” said Sonic, “it is the easiest way.”

“I dunno,” Luna giggled, “Airmail loooooves teleporting.”

Airmail rolled her eyes, “Yes, I can’t think of anything more fun on a full stomach.”

“There is enough of us, we can all fly there,” suggested Tempest.

“Brilliant idea,” said Celestia, “We fliers can each carry a passenger, if that suits everypony else?”

“What about mum?” Dusk asked.

“She does have the chariot parked at the restaurant,” said Luna, “and most likely is enjoying a meal at the expense of Airmail’s bits.”

“Flying is most agreeable,” Sonic said.

“I call Mistress,” shouted Wildfire, which caused the others to laugh.

“Very good pet, I accept the ride,” Mapper said.

“Want a lift, Omega?” Airmail asked.

“Please,” responded Omega.

“Shoe, will you be my wing mare?” asked Tempest.

“Thank you,” Shoe said, “I accept.”

Dusk asked, “Oils, you with me sweetie?”

The nervousness in Brush Stroke’s voice was evident, “Of course…”

Luna moved up and nuzzled Serenity, “You wanna ride with your DJ, sugar?”

Serenity squeed, “Yes Mistress DJ Moonbeam!”

Celestia smiled and looked at the remaining stallion, “Seems you’re left with me then, Sonic.”

“By, ahh, your, umm…Yes, Princess,” Sonic managed to get out. He became the newest member of the blush brigade as Celestia laughed.