The group of twelve ponies; four pegasi, three earth ponies, three unicorns and two alicorns, walked out through the lobby. Both Princesses naturally drew a lot of the attention, and several bows, from patrons and staff alike, but none interfered with their movement. Once outside the hotel each flyer took a passenger on their back. With a glint in his eye, Dusk announced, “Last one to the castle has bartender duty!” He sprung into the air with a squeal of panic from Brush Stroke.

Wildfire didn’t hesitate as she spread her wings and lunched into the air right after him, “I’ve got this Mistress!” Mapper simply held on and said nothing.

Luna was next into the air, not one to back down from a challenge. Serenity shouted with glee.

Airmail spoke up, “Youth is wasted on the young. Are you ready for a nice sedate ride to the castle, Omega?”

“I am,” the stallion replied. He still held on tight when Airmail spread her azure blue wings and lifted off gently into the night sky.

“Madam Shoe,” Tempest asked, “are you secure back there?”

“I am, Madam Tempest,” responded Shoe. “A little excitement on the way would be fine.” Tempest laughed and launched herself into the air.

“We seem to be the last to leave, Sonic,” commented Celestia. “Have you flown before?”

“I have,” said Sonic. “We do have a fair number of fliers in the herd. I’m with Shoe, a little excitement will be fine.” Celestia smiled and lifted off into her sister’s night sky.

Brush Stroke looked over his shoulder and watched the other couples take off. Both Wildfire and Luna were catching up with them. When he turned to face forward he saw Dusk was also looking back and had an evil grin spread over his muzzle. “Hun, don’t you dare gahhhh…” Dusk’s sudden acceleration left Brush Stroke screaming as he held on for dear life.

“There goes Dusky,” Mapper said.

“Shall I catch him?” Wildfire asked.

“Not yet,” responded Mapper. “Let’s see what the others do.”

Luna watched her son accelerate away, “Should we let him do that?”

“I’m enjoying your night sky,” commented Serenity.

Luna continued her gradual assent and looked over her shoulder to see Serenity looking up at the moon. “Really?”

“Yes,” Serenity said, “When I get off work it is night, but there is so much light in Manehatten you can’t really see the sky. I take a subway home and it is a short walk so I don’t spend a lot of time star gazing.” She looked down and saw Luna looking back at her, “Mistress Luna, do you like Frank Sineightra?”

“I do,” the Princess responded. Serenity started singing ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ and Luna said, “Hold on tight.” Once her passenger had clamped her legs around Luna’s barrel the Princess aimed for her beloved moon. She did tight spirals as she gained altitude.

Tempest looked around her. The sky was clear of clouds, but she could pretend. “How about some weather manoeuvers?”

Shoe also watch Dusky quickly disappear, “Sure, I’m game for what you might bring.”

“Don’t let go,” Tempest said as she went into a power dive to do some very low flying through the tight streets of Canterlot.

Sonic was surprised at first as the ethereal mane of Princess Celestia didn’t tickle. He watched the group separate as they climbed. His world view quickly narrowed to one thing. “Princess, might I ask a question of you?”

“Of course you may,” responded Celestia.

Sonic asked, “What would happen, say, if I should nibble on the base of your left ear?”

Celestia giggled, “Now or later?”

Sonic moved his focus to look around him, “I’d say now is the more pressing concern.”

“Well, firstly, I’d enjoy it very much,” Celestia said. “And secondly I’d ask you to hold on tight.”

Sonic well understood the power of knowledge, ‘Hold on tight or plummet to your death.’ He squeezed the milk white barrel and nibbled. He didn’t at all mind the barrel roll left his mount preformed.

Mapper commented, “The Princesses seem to be having fun, Pet.” She whispered into a yellow ear, “Stunt flying.”

“Oh?” said Wildfire, “would you like to have some fun, Mistress?”

Mapper squeezed her legs around Wildfire. “Surprise me,” she stuck her tongue in a yellow ear. Wildfire did a loop and started to climb.

Airmail watched the other four pair move off in a show of aerobatics. “Straight and level good for you?”

Omega laughed, “You know what they say, ‘Slow and steady wins the race’, so I’m good with that.”

Brush Stroke saw the castle rapidly approach and then pass by on the left in a blur of speed. If he found his voice he would have asked where they were going.

Serenity switched to ‘Dancing Under the Stars’. Luna continued to do some lazy spirals and loops while her partner sang. After the short song Serenity switched to the ‘Ball of Kerrymuir’ and Luna laughed, “That was old when I was young.”

“I only know a hundred verses, Mistress,” said Serenity. “Maybe you can teach me more?”

Tempest felt a warmth spread over her back as she flew between the narrow streets. She even used the sides of the buildings as a point to make her turns. Shoe said nothing, but he never loosened her hold on her.

Sonic enjoyed the barrel rolls that resulted from his ear nibbling both right and left. Celestia also enjoyed the attention, “Still doing well back there, Sonic?”

“Doing well and I shan’t complain, Princess,” Sonic said. “So, for my survival, ears are fun but what about your horn?”

“My horn?” Celestia giggled, “There is only one way to find out.” Sonic licked and Celestia went into a corkscrew vertical climb.

At the top of her climb Wildfire did an inverted loop. “How was that Mistress?” she asked as she hovered.

“You’ve done well, Pet.” Mapper looked around, scanning where they were in the air. She saw the jagged top of Canterlot Mountain not far above them. “We are about two thousand feet below the peak. Turn to your right. Once the yellow pegasus was pointed in the direction she wanted, Mapper continued, “Okay, now fly in this direction and climb. That will put us past the city wall.” She smiled as Wildfire flawlessly carried out her instructions.

Dusk did a hard left bank to begin a return course to the castle. He was sure his lover was screaming and could only think of the discipline that would be meted out to him later.

Luna hovered in the high crisp air, “You have well entertained me, Serenity.”

“Thank you for your praise, Mistress,” said Serenity. “I’m doing a dinner show for some friends of Wildfire from seven to nine, tomorrow. Then, as part of Mistress Mapper punishment, I’m doing a show for Kappa Alpha Theta while Mistress Mapper does ‘stallion’ duty for the Sorority.”

“That’s very kind of you, to perform for Wildfire’s friends,” Luna said. “Would you mind if Moonbeam crashed your Sorority performance?”

“I’ll be completely surprised of course!” Serenity shivered on Luna’s back. “Mistress Mapper might even punish me later for letting you know so you can watch her perform.”

Tempest turned a corner to see the main castle gate in front of her. She shot straight up and missed Airmail by a feather. Omega’s shout was music to her ears.

Airmail had played this game before and made no changes in her flight when she saw Tempest coming up from below. Of course she didn’t say anything either as Tempest raced past her. Omega watched the approaching castle and felt the air buffet him as Tempest tore past. “What in Tartarus! Airmail!” He fought to get his breathing under control. “That happen often?”

“Yes,” Airmail admitted, “but she is usually flying solo when she buzzes me.” Airmail giggled as she watched Dusk and Oils land at the gate for a moment then take off again. She was a little surprised Brush Stroke didn’t jump off. Dusk waved at her and continued over the wall to land on a balcony. “Looks like we have permission to approach.”

Wildfire felt a painful twinge in her wings, but it was nothing compared to the pain she had experienced before. She kept the steady rate of climb as she moved forward. “How are we doing, Mistress?”

Mapper reflected on the times when Airmail would carry her around. She snapped out of her day dream back to the present and looked around. “You’ve done well, Pet. We are about a thousand feet below the peak and past the city walls.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Wildfire smiled, “Now to show you some speed.” She folded her wings and dropped like a stone. “Please let me know when to pull up.”

Dusk landed on the balcony and Brush Stroke climbed off to stand on shaky legs. “I hate you, love.” Brush Stroke said once he was able to talk.

“But Sir, I didn’t even do a sonic rainboom,” Dusk explained with a little pout.

“I’d ask what that is,” Brush Stroke said, “but I’m sure you will show me some time.” He nuzzled his pretty mare. “I will need a change of clothing.”

Dusk wisely said nothing to that, but waved as Airmail and Omega came in to land. “Nice to see the two of you finally made it.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Airmail said. “I put Omega through three very tricky flight manoeuvers, but he didn’t fall off!”

Omega nodded, “Yes, the take-off was thrilling, and the straight and level flight was well done, but the landing…I’m happy to say that too was a complete success.”

“Oh yes,” Dusk snickered, “I saw. Very tricky manoeuvers.”

Brush Stroke snorted, “At least they were sensible, love.”

“But,” explained Dusk, “all I did was take off, fly, and land too. No stunt flying at all.”

“What was that turn?” questioned Brush Stroke.

“A simple left bank,” muttered Dusk, shuffling his hooves.

“I’m glad Airmail didn’t put me through one of those!” laughed Omega.

Tempest did an emergency landing on the balcony with the rush of her wings blowing the wind over the four standing there. “Tada! Safe and sound, Shoe. You can get off now.”

“No!” Shoe exclaimed.

Tempest laughed and sniffed, “I see I wasn’t the only one to fly through a very localised wet weather pattern.” She watched Brush Stroke blush and could feel the heat of Shoe’s blush. “Really, it is safe to get down now.”

“I can’t,” whispered Shoe.

Airmail laughed, “Come on, Omega. Help me pry this vice grip off of Tempest’s back.”

The two went to work when the sky lit up with an impromptu fireworks display. All the ponies on the balcony looked up and even Shoe was snapped out of her death grip hold. “Aunt Tia seems to be having some fun,” Dusk commented as Shoe was helped down to stand on her own, shaking, hooves.

“That was an impressive burst of speed, Dusky,” commented Airmail.

“I did say I could do a rainboom,” countered Dusk.

“Yes, but to see it is believing it,” she responded. “I doubt I could ever fly you that fast, Oils.”

“I could live with that,” Brush Stroke said. The group enjoyed a laugh.

“There goes my night sky,” commented Luna, somewhat forlornly, at her sister’s light display.

“There is beauty in many things,” responded Serenity.

Luna said nothing to that, but she did see the others landed on her son’s balcony. “Are you ready to join the rest, Serenity?”

“At your pleasure, Mistress,” Serenity said and shivered again.

Luna began to bank back towards the castle when she saw Mapper’s horn light up and Wildfire disappear beyond the city walls. “Is everything all right, Serenity?”

“The Mistress wouldn’t like anypony to interfere, Mistress,” Serenity said softly. Luna nodded and continued her bank to return to the castle.

Mapper couldn’t see the bottom though the darkness, but she did have some tricks she could perform. “Hold your breath Pet till I say you can breathe again.” Mapper’s horn lit up.

Wildfire stopped breathing and she felt the air resistance to her power dive drop to zero. Her wings flickered out for a moment but they encountered no air and they retreated back to her sides.

Mapper watched the lights of Canterlot disappear behind the city walls. She could just make out the forest on the mountain side by the moonlight and it rapidly approached them. Mapper released her magic that pushed away all the air under their fall. “You may breathe, Pet, and you may pull up.”

Wildfire took a deep breath and flared her wings. The speed and the returning air resistance folded them up alongside her passenger. She fought very hard to bring them back down into a glide position. Panic reared its ugly head. Wildfire had no idea how far they had dropped or how near the ground was. Her wings started to bite into the air when the sound of splintering wood filled her ears. Wildfire decided there was no point in worrying about when a tree would end her flight and concentrated on levelling out her glide.

The fireworks display startled Sonic enough to let go. Panic had him clamp his jaws around the horn he was licking. Celestia bucked under him which brought his legs back into contact with the alicorn and he clamped down for dear life and let go of the horn. “That was an E ticket ride, your Highness.”

Celestia laughed, “Still with me then, Sonic? Hold on, you deserve a prize.” She did a series of tight loops which centrifugally pushed Sonic against her back to allow him to firm up his grip. She laughed again, “You’ve left me wet, but not on my back.”

Sonic grinned and licked an ear, and joined in her laughter, “That moment of weightlessness left me too scared to even piss.” He watched the castle draw near in a series of lazy banks.

Luna timed her landing to match her sister’s “Did thou have fun, Tia?”

“I did, Lulu,” she responded.

Sonic hopped off Celestia’s back, “By Celestia’s third spiral, it was a marvellous flight!”

Celestia laughed, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Airmail looked around the sky, “Where is Wildfire?”

Luna spoke up, “I saw her and Mapper dive down past the city walls.”

Airmail crouched down to launch when Serenity called out, “Wait! Mistress doesn’t want anypony to interfere.” Airmail stood back up and nodded, and Serenity climbed off Luna’s back.

Dusk was unaware of the undercurrent between Serenity and Airmail, and suggested, “Shall we wait inside? Some refreshments and clean up?” The others agreed to that and filed into his quarters from the balcony.

With much effort, Wildfire’s glide eventually levelled off and the sound of shattering wood faded behind her. She felt a wet warmth between her and her passenger, “I apologise, Mistress, it seems I overestimated my ability.”

“You did well, Pet,” Mapper stated. “I do think I have a better understanding of Requiem now.”

“Thank you, Mistress for clearing the trees.” Wildfire’s voice was subdued.

Mapper giggled, “No problem, love. I didn’t want Senior Pet to lose her foal sitter.” She looked around. “The castle is at your five o’clock, but it is quite a steep climb.”

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire turned in the direction given and started her climb. Her motions were slow and laboured, and she sweated heavily.

“Pet?” Mapper questioned. “Do you think you can gain another five thousand feet, or would you like to land now?”

Wildfire swallowed her pride and grunted, “Now…now would be good.”

“Turn to your two o’clock,” Mapper said, “and glide thirty degrees down. That will take us to the train station at the base of the mountain. It is about a mile away.”

Wildfire did as she was instructed, and was able to flap enough to keep from falling out of the sky. Under her Mistress’s guidance she touched down on the platform. The diminutive mare sniffed, “I - I’m sorry, Mistress.”

Mapper silently climbed off Wildfire’s back and went over to check the schedule. “We have twenty minutes before the next train.” She turned back to her mount, “So, Pet, what are you sorry for?”

Wildfire’s voice was filled with misery, “I failed, Mistress. It was a foolish manoeuver that almost got us killed…I’m sorry.”

Mapper took a deep breath and approached the yellow mare, “Well, Pet, if killing me was your goal, then you did fail.” She watched the pegasus wince, “If your goal was showing me some fun, then you did well, Pet.” She kissed Wildfire, “If proving to me that you know your limits, then you passed.” She kissed her again.

“Of course I didn’t want to hurt you, Mistress!” Wildfire exclaimed. She fluttered her wings, “I guess these are still too new.”

“Sit,” Mapper commanded, and watched Wildfire obey. She moved around the pegasus, “I’ve had a lot of practice on Airmail.” Mapper started massaging Wildfire’s back and wing muscles. “Something to do while we wait for the train.”

The group followed Dusk into his suite. Both Luna and Celestia held back to watch the reactions of the rest. The first room was large with arches leading to other rooms and several doors. This room had a grand piano, several lounging pads, and a bar. One arch led to a library, one to an office, and another arch opened to a foyer. “My bedroom is past the library. There is a full bathroom through the door by the bar.” Dusk said as he pointed it out.

“Not too shabby,” Airmail said. “I think I like your colour scheme better, Luna.”

Luna laughed, “Neither are as bright and pastel as my sister’s.”

“Come, Lulu,” Celestia said, “Let’s leave the colts and fillies to play unsupervised.” Luna nodded and the two leaders of Equestria walked out through the foyer.

Airmail turned her attention to Serenity. The unicorn spoke up, “Mistress and Middle Pet are talking. She thinks they will be in an hour.”

Tempest spoke up, “I think now would be a good time to clean up. She moved through the door Dusk had indicated and was closely followed by Shoe.

“Yes, some clean up would be good, Dusky.” Brush Stroke moved after the pair.

“I’ll be right with you, love,” Dusk said. He turned to the rest, “Please make yourself at home. The bar is fully stocked, and there is a full kitchen through the door behind it.” He followed after Brush Stroke into the bathroom.

Sonic moved behind the bar, “Well stocked indeed.” He pulled out a bottle of Luna’s Moonshine.

“I’ll have some of that,” said Omega.

“I’d like some coffee, please,” Airmail said, “with a touch of shine.”

“Cola for me,” said Serenity and Sonic got busy making the drinks.

At the base of the mountain the train arrived. “Ready to move along, Pet?” Mapper asked.

“Yes Mistress.” Wildfire stood and followed Mapper onto the train, “Would you like to fly with me again? After I’m stronger?”

“I would like a flight from the train station to the castle, Pet,” Mapper said. “That will be in twenty minutes, so I’ll continue the massage while we wait.”

Wildfire sat down and relaxed her wings, “Thank you, Mistress. I’m glad you enjoyed the freefall. Was the view nice?”

“Breath taking, Pet, on such a clear night.” Mapper giggled, “I got an excellent view of the local foliage too.” She went to work on the massage, “How was the experience of no air under your wings?”

Wildfire blushed, “It was strange, Mistress. I’ve never felt anything like that before. Is that why you told me not to breathe?”

“It is hard to breathe when there is no air.” Mapper inspected as she massaged, “Your wings are in good shape. Mistress Luna did her work well.”

“Mistress Luna was amazing,” said Wildfire. “I still can’t believe she was able to heal them like she did. Mistress, I - I just couldn’t fly anymore.”

“Better to land than to crash, so you did well, Pet.” Mapper continued her work. “I would recommend you ask Tempest for some training exercises.”

“I will, Mistress,” Wildfire said as she relaxed into the massage.

In Dusk’s suite, three stallions and a mare walked out of the bathroom. Sonic was still behind the bar, “Drinks?” he asked.

“Earl Grey tea for me please, Sonic,” Dusk said. “I’ll call up the maid service to wash the clothing.”

“You may want to wait for Mistress and Middle Pet for that,” Serenity said with a smile.

“I’ll have some of that moonshine, please,” added Brush Stroke.

“I’ll have what you’re having, love,” Trails said as he moved over to the CD rack by the stereo.

“A beer for me,” said Tempest. “So it was fifty fifty for that localized rain,” she giggled.

Dusk watched Trails, “You’re welcome to the TV or music if you like.” Dusk laughed, “You’ll have to go through the library to inspect my closets, Trails.”

“I’m looking for some dance mixes,” Trails said.

Serenity moved alongside Trails and pointed out a CD, “That one has a mix of slow and fast dances.”

Trails smiled and took the CD out and placed it in the player. “Love?” With a smile, Sonic moved from behind the bar to join his wife in a dance.

“Oh, that is starting off nicely,” Airmail said.

Dusk added, “I see you found one of Moonbeam’s CD’s”

“I do have most of her mixes,” Serenity said. “Mistress even likes some of them,” she added with a giggle. “Omega, would you like to dance?”

Omega bowed, “Of course, fair maiden.” He moved out onto the dance area.

Tempest and Airmail paired up along with Dusk and Brush Stroke.

“I couldn’t risk harming you, Mistress,” Wildfire admitted, “I love you too much.”

“Love you too, Pet,” Mapper said, “and that is why I trust you to do what needs to be done.”

Wildfire nodded, “There was nothing to be gained by carrying on, Mistress. I knew I had to land. Thank you for helping me.”

“Pet,” Mapper said in a serious tone, “knowing what we can’t do is more important than knowing what we can do.” The train slowed as it entered the station. “It is two miles to the castle, can you do this?”

“I can, Mistress!” Wildfire announced. “I’m well rested and your massage has done wonders.” They exited the train. Wildfire continued, “Remember the parade last week, Mistress? I reached my limit but didn’t say anything. I’m not that pony anymore, thanks to the love of the herd.”

Mapper giggled and climbed onto Wildfire’s back, “Well then, my faithful steed, carry me off to the castle!” she gestured with a forehoof.

“At once, Your Majesty!” Wildfire launched into the air and enjoyed the sound of Mapper’s laughter.

“Do you have freedom to fly over the wall?” Mapper asked.

“It may be best to land at the gate, Mistress,” Wildfire said, “It has been years since I was able to fly over the walls. Could you please direct me where to land?”

“You’re already heading in the right direction, Pet,” Mapper said, “I’ll let you know when to land.”

Wildfire giggled and felt refreshed, “Thank you, I’ve been here once or twice, Mistress.” She flew onwards when something within prompted her to add, “Mistress, if I may, I adore you.”

“If you are a good Pet I might let you worship my hooves later this evening,” Mapper said.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Wildfire continued her steady flight, “Thank you for everything.”

The dance mix changed songs and Serenity spoke up, “Ms. Dusky, Mistress and Middle Pet are about to land at the main gate.”

“Sir,” Dusk said, “will it be alright if I go down and meet them?”

“Of course, Love,” Brush Stroke replied, “I’d expect nothing less from such a fine hostess.”

As Dusk left the room, Serenity moved behind the bar. Omega said, “Lord Brush, mayhap I could have this next dance.”

Brush Stroke smiled, “Most certainly, Sir.” He and Omega joined the other two pair in the dance area.

“About five hundred feet to the gate, Pet, and it looks like you’re about five hundred feet up,” Mapper said. “You are flying along the main boulevard so there are no obstructions.”

“Yes Mistress,” Wildfire responded as she started her forty five degree descent.

Just before she landed, Mapper saw Prince Dusk walk out to join the guards. “Ten feet to land, Pet,” said Mapper. Wildfire flared her wings for a soft landing. “It is so nice of you to meet us, your Highness.” Mapper made no move to dismount.

“Not at all Mapper, it’s my pleasure,” Dusk said. “May I offer your Pet a nuzzle?”

Mapper replied, “She is still on free time, so you may if it pleases her, and as long as it doesn’t cause her to buck me off.”

Dusk snickered, “Wily?”

“Of course, Madam Dusky,” said Wildfire.

Dusk nuzzled and sniffed, “What happened? I was worried about you.”

“Says the one who is freshly showered,” Mapper giggled. “Maybe we could walk and talk?”

“Of course!” Dusk moved alongside Wildfire and felt her extend a wing to his side. “My suite is this way.” They walked back through the gate.

Wildfire blushed, “I overestimated my flying. Mistress Mapper saved my…our lives.”

“Are you okay?” Dusk asked.

“I’m better than okay,” answered Wildfire, “I’m fine, Madam Dusky, thanks to my Mistress.”

“I fear my Pet is giving out too much credit since I helped her into that predicament,” Mapper giggled. “I take it the rest have made it back safely?”

“Yes, they have, Mapper,” said Dusk. “Airmail and Omega the safest of all.” Dusk related the adventures of the other flyers.

Once the entered the suite Mapper said, “A shower for myself and my faithful steed.”

Dusk pointed out the location, “Through that door is a full bath.” Serenity opened the door with her magic and followed the pair into the bathroom. Omega gave up his dance partner to take over the bar, and Dusk re-joined Brush Stroke on the dance floor, “Miss me sweetie?”

Airmail and Tempest took a break from dancing along with Dusk and Brush Stroke. “Refills, anypony?” Omega asked.

“Yes, please, for me and my mare,” Brush Stroke said.

“A couple of beers for us, please,” said Airmail.

Omega prepped another Earl Grey and Moonshine with two bottles of beer and levitated the lot over to their new owners. He then joined Sonic and Trails on the dance floor.

Three mares exited the bathroom, “Serenity says you have laundry service and I do need that dress by morning,” Mapper said.

“That will not be a problem, Mistress Mapper.” Dusk gave Brush Stroke a kiss and moved over to the bar. From there he called housekeeping and they ensured the Prince all would be ready by six in the morning. Mapper’s nod told him that would be fine. He saw that three ponies were still dressed. “They can have the lot laundered and pressed, even if it isn’t soiled,” he said with a giggle.

“I may as well take you up on that,” Airmail said. Omega and Sonic also left the dance floor to undress and leave the clothing in the bathroom.

When they walked out Sonic said, “So that is what the other door in there is for?”

“Yes,” Dusk said, “there is a servant’s entrance to the kitchen and both bathrooms. They tend to leave my main rooms alone unless I ask for service.”

“As lovely as the dinner was, I’m up for some snacks,” Sonic said. With the general agreement from the other ponies he headed off to the kitchen.

Airmail re-joined Tempest on a lounging pad while Omega and Trails head back out to dance. “Danced out, Boss?” Omega asked with a chuckle.

“You know what they say, Omega,” responded Tempest, “the old blue mare ain’t what she used to be.” She laughed when Airmail raspberried her.

“I’ll be happy to dance,” Serenity said. Tempest glanced at Mapper and then led the unicorn out to the dance floor.

Sonic returned from the kitchen with a tray on his back. “Did you find what you were looking for?” asked Dusk.

Sonic placed the pie filled tray on the bar. “You have a real nice selection of sweets,” he snickered. “I didn’t find everything, but I’m sure if I asked it would be found.”

Before Dusk could ask what was missing Trails said, “No! Just no.” Dusk looked at him. “He’ll cut up a durian fruit right here in your room.”

“Yummy!” exclaimed Dusk. Brush Stroke nuzzled him, “It is tasty, but smells like something died a few days ago.” Dusk kissed Brush Stroke’s wrinkled nose. “So I have to eat it outside in the gardens.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Luna’s son would like the Night Guard’s favourite snack,” laughed Sonic. “I got my first taste at one of the Thestral clubs here in Canterlot.”

“Then he cut one open in our condo…” Trails muttered.

“I did make it up later,” smiled Sonic. “I found a real nice selection of pies in the kitchen, and I got one just for you love.”

“My aunt has ensured that the castle has the finest bakers in all of Equestria,” Dusk happily informed Sonic. He and the others gathered at the bar to select one or more of the mini pies.

Trails squealed with joy, “Key lime! Thank you love.” He stole a kiss from his husband.

Mapper finished her pie and saw the happy smiles on the other ponies. “Woe is me,” the pink unicorn said in her best carny voice, “Such trials and tribulations I’ve been through!” She flopped down on an unoccupied lounging pad and rolled to her back with all four hooves in the air. “I fear a hoof may have touched a branch! Nay, tis possible all of them did! Whoever can I turn to for redress?” She laid there and waved all four hooves.

Wildfire bounced eagerly, “I can take care of those hooves, if it pleases you, Mistress.”

“It would please me greatly, and do take your time, Pet,” Mapper said. “I’d love to give His Highness’s maid something else to clean up after.”

“I wish they wouldn’t call me, Highness,” Dusk muttered.

“They can’t very well call you your Lowness, unless you’re going to act like that uncle of yours,” laughed Airmail. “Besides, the title does come with a comfy room.”

Dusk did an eye roll at the comparison, “You do have a point, Airmail.”

Wildfire used her wings to pinpoint where Mapper was and quickly determined she was on her back. She boldly kissed Mapper and then moved to straddle her nose to tail. She then left a trail of kisses up a hind leg to the hoof. “Did this one catch a tree, Mistress?” The pegasus rubbed the sole with a foreleg before she kissed around the edge.

“Yes, dear,” Mapper said, “make it all better.” Mapper used one forehoof to rub along Wildfire’s belly and breasts while the other rubbed between her own hind legs. She looked around the room. Airmail sat on a pad and watched Wildfire’s every move. Her wife and Tempest were still on the dance floor along with Sonic, Trails, and Omega. On another pad Dusk and Brush Stroke snuggled into each other’s hooves. “Airy, I fear my Pet has had a very trying day. Maybe you could see to her needs? My injured hoof just can’t reach high enough.”

Airmail giggled and moved off the pad to stand behind Wildfire, “I’ll be happy to help your Pet out in her time of need.” She moved her muzzle under the yellow tail and licked between the folds.

Mapper enjoyed the sight directly above her head, “Do go slow, and don’t worry if there are any drips.” Mapper licked her lips and smiled as Wildfire’s squeal was muffled by the hoof in her mouth. Mapper’s hoof did slow circles over her own marehood in time with Wildfire’s slowly circling tongue and lips. The diminutive mare’s wings spread wide, and when the song ended Mapper spoke up, “Middle Pet really worked hard today and I think she has a feather or two out of alignment.”

Tempest giggled as her and Serenity left the dance area. Tempest moved behind the left wing while Serenity moved behind the right wing. Both started a long and slow sensual preening based on years of experience.

Wildfire tried to put the distractions out of her mind as she concentrated on her Mistress’ hoof. She was at the edge of her control when she finished the first hoof. “Your other hoof, Mistress?” Mapper lowered the now clean hoof and replaced it with her other hind hoof. “Thank you, Mistress.” Wildfire went to work with teeth and lips. She suckled the bulbs and lavished the hoof with her tongue. The diminutive pegasus enjoyed the sweaty taste.

Mapper’s eyes were half open as she worked her hoof between her own legs. From the centre of the room she watched the three stallions slow dance with each other. Dusk had a hoof on Brush Stroke’s member as he lavished him with kisses.

Wildfire’s wings had to be painfully erect as Tempest and Serenity worked them over. Last the drips refocused her attention as the unicorn opened her mouth to receive the mix of fluids. Mapper’s forehoof roamed from Wildfire to Airmail and back while Airmail’s tongue probed deep within Wildfire’s tunnel.

The song ended and Sonic, Omega, and Trails chose to take it to another seating pad overlooking the mares. Sonic and Omega sat next to each other with their lips locked. Trails slid down the two to work his magic mouth on both of the stallion’s cocks at the same time. Dusk followed suit as he slid down Brush Stroke’s body to take his ridged shaft into his mouth.

The other mares were quickly bringing Wildfire to the brink. She tried to stay focused on the work at hoof and brought the image of the Captain of the Sharks’ hoof under her lips. It was a flawed plan as she felt the fantasy fulfilled. Wildfire shuddered, and her squeal could be heard around the hoof she was working on. Mapper happily caught the overflow that Airmail couldn’t contain. Her hind hoof fell away from Wildfire’s mouth as she panted. “Did my Pet come?”

“Yes Mistress,” Wildfire said as she tried to regain control of her body.

“Then it is my turn, if you could back up so you could polish my horn, please.” Wildfire did so and trailed kisses along Mapper’s body till she could plant a lingering kiss on Mapper’s lips. Both Tempest and Serenity backed up with her to maintain the wing preen. Breaking the kiss Wildfire moved to the pink horn determined to do as good if not better than Serenity did at the open mic. “Airmail?’ Mapper asked, “Would you be a dear and tend to my marehood? The exposure to the cold air is most dreadful.”

Airmail laughed as she moved around Wildfire and Tempest, but not without an ear nibble to her weather pony lover. Once in position Airmail dived in to explore the unicorn’s depths. Serenity had the presence of mind to immobilize Mapper’s head with her teal magic. She knew from experience the Mistress can get rough in the middle of a horn job.

Sonic and Omega were locked in a battle of tongues to see who could conquer the other’s mouth. Trails valiantly took both rock hard stallionhoods into his mouth just past the ring and let his own tongue do the talking for him. Dusk deep throated Brush Stroke to lap at the nut sack determined to bring his lover to climax.

Wildfire worked Mapper’s horn in a methodical manner with teeth, lips, and tongue all the way to the unicorn’s forehead. The horn felt alive as she slid her mouth up and down. She made sure none of the spiralled groove went untouched.

Sonic won the battle as Omega pulled his head back while he climaxed. His horn light and a soft breeze blew through the room. When the warm load in Trails’ mouth covered his own head, Sonic came soon after Omega. “By Luna’s labia that was good!” exclaimed Sonic. He looked down at his wife, Trails, as he valiantly tried to take in the double load, but some still spilled from his lips.

Dusk took Brush Stroke down his throat so he can lick the heavy balls. He saw the hind legs of his lover stiffen so he started to swallow and brought up a hoof to massage the testicles. That pushed his lover over the edge as he emptied his load directly down Dusk’s throat. Not a single drop was wasted.

Brush Stoke partly lifted himself off the seating pad to thrust as deep as he could. With the last spasm of ejaculate, he relaxed, “What Sonic said.” He reached out to touch his lover’s cheek, “Give us a kiss.” Dusk withdrew from the rod and quickly did so, deeply. A kiss Brush Stoke returned with fervour.

Mapper felt a little smug that she had outlasted the stallions. She let her wife know there was no reason to hold back now. “Wildfire,” shouted Serenity, “stop deep throating Mistress’s horn now! Move your lips to wrap around the base at the side!”

Noting the urgency in her voice, Wildfire immediately pulled off Mapper’s horn, “Yes Senior Pet!” She moved to take Mapper’s horn from the side and pressed her cheek against the unicorn’s forehead. Wildfire’s lips and tongue massaged the horn.

It had been so long for Mapper since she was in this position. Before Serenity entered the picture and it was just her with Airy and Stormy. Her horn lit up and pulsed as she orgasmed. The gravity in the room doubled as Mapper rode the waves of euphoria. Once the moment passed her horn lost its glow and gravity returned to normal. “I so needed that.”

“The herd is back together,” Tempest said. “I think you might be getting more of those soon.”

Airmail came up for air, “That is one way to push me muzzle deep.” She then continued to lap while Mapper giggled.

“That was awesome, Mistress,” said Wildfire. “In my mouth, that was…wow!”

The phone rang and Dusk answered, “S’up mom? …uh huh…Gravity spell…Yeah, that was Mistress Mapper’s show of excitement…okay…Sure thing, bye mom.” Dusk laughed, “Well you put the castle on high alert. They need the practice anyways.”

Sonic laughed, “Can’t let the mares have all the fun.” He pulled Trails up onto the seating pad. “Shall we return the favour, Omega?”

Omega smiled, “Yes, we should.” Both he and Sonic kissed Trails then they trailed their kisses down his chest, belly, and along the sheath. Each lapped at a ball then worked their way up and down the sheath urging Trails to grow hard.

“Please step back, Middle Pet,” Serenity said. She watched Wildfire carefully back up to avoid stepping on anypony. Serenity then used her magic to move Mapper to the edge of the pad and place a pillow under her head. She then moved Airmail with her magic to lie the pegasus front to front and nose to nose on the unicorn.

Mapper kissed Airmail, “Middle Pet, Airmail needs some loving. Would you like left wing, right wing, or between the legs?”

“Right wing, please, Mistress,” answered Wildfire.

“Stormy?” asked Mapper.

“For the Goddess Celestia, I’ll brave the land between her legs!” Tempest gave a mock salute and moved to push her muzzle under Airmail’s tail as her primary target, with the area above Mapper’s tail as a close second. Serenity started preening the left wing as Wildfire began on the right wing.

Brush Stroke watched the others having fun and beckoned Dusk over with a hoof. He whispered in his lover’s ear and Dusk nodded and turned away and lifted his charcoal grey tail. Brush Stroke moved under to use his tongue to lube the tunnel he wished to explore.

Tempest kept a slow steady pace as she worked over Airmail’s nethers with an occasional lick to Mapper. She wanted to wait till the preening neared an end before her final assault.

Brush Stroke was satisfied with his work and reared up onto Dusk’s back as he mounted his lover.

Tempest saw the preeners had neared the end of their work, and went full force with her mouth on Airmail’s marehood, and love button plus she applied a hoof to Airmail’s tail-hole.

Waves of pleasure washed over Airmail as she cried out, “Stormy!” Her body shuddered as the orgasm peaked. Mapper continued to lightly kiss her until she came down from the mountain.

Dusk heard Airmail’s shout and turned to his lover, “Harder baby!” Brush Stroke smiled and slapped Dusk’s cutie mark with a hoof as he did plow Dusk’s ass harder.

Serenity used her magic to lift Airmail off Mapper and moved her to one end of a seating pad. There she curled up the pegasus into a happy ball of fur. She then lifted Tempest up and on top of Mapper.

Tempest smiled and kissed Mapper. “Saddle bag is over there,” Tempest informed Serenity with a pointed wing tip.

“You have right wing, Middle Pet,” said Serenity, “but wait till I say begin.” Serenity pulled two items out of Tempest’s saddle bags and licked them quite thoroughly. She then slipped the fat butt plug into Tempest’s tail hole, and the vibrator into her vagina. “You may begin, Middle Pet.” Serenity switched on the vibrator and began preening.

“Alrighty, Senior Pet,” Wildfire said and began her preening.

Brush Stroke reached his limit as he shot cum deep in Dusk’s bowels. Spent, he laid on top of his stallion slash mare. “That was wonderful, my love.”

Serenity kept pace with Wildfire as they moved from the base to the primaries. She slowly increased the vibrator speed as they moved towards the wing tip.

Brush Stroke rolled off Dusk to the other end of the seating pad Airmail occupied. Dusk took a cloth and cleaned his stallion before he moved to snuggle up with him.

Trails finally gave into the assault both stallions were doing on his member and sprayed seed over all three of them. Sonic and Omega continued to tend to Trails cleaning the mess from him and each other. Then they formed a snuggle pile on one of the seating pads.

Wildfire was in the zone as she preened. She found a loose primary and plucked it. Tempest moaned with pleasure. When the preeners reached the wingtips, Serenity turned the vibrator up to full and used her magic to vibrate the butt plug. Tempest moaned deeply into Mapper’s mouth as she came. A rippled squeeze forced the dildo out to the floor as the pegasus sprawled out on top of the unicorn. Serenity stopped vibrating the plug and lifted Tempest off Mapper and settled her down in a fur ball on the pad the three stallions cuddled.

“Dusky, darling,” Mapper inquired, “do you have a level nine or higher unicorn inhibiter?” Serenity squealed loudly and Mapper turned to face her. Serenity fell prostate to the floor. “Middle Pet, did Senior Pet just make a loud squealing noise?”

Wildfire faced the voice and shook her head, “No Mistress, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Yes Mistress Mapper,” responded Dusk, “It is in the bedroom, I’ll just go and get it.” He gave Brush Stroke a kiss and trotted off through the library.

“Thank you, Dusky,” Mapper said, and turned to look at Wildfire, “Are you sure, Middle Pet?”

Wildfire nodded, “I’m sure Mistress, I didn’t hear anything.”

Dusk returned and hoofed the inhibiter over to Mapper, “It’s a level ten, Mistress. You can keep it. I used it for Vocal.”

“Thank you, Dusky,” Mapper said as she took the inhibiter in her own hoof. “Senior Pet, on the lounging pad please.” Serenity leapt up to her hooves and tap danced over to the pad where she flopped onto her back with legs in the air. Mapper slid the inhibiter down Serenity’s horn and moved to nuzzle Wildfire. She whispered, “You are a very bad pony, and I will punish you later.” Wildfire blushed and Mapper kissed her and spoke up for all to hear, “Since you do so well with horns you can pleasure Senior Pet’s horn. Do. Not. Ever. Take the inhibitor off, understand Pet?”

Wildfire smiled, “I understand, Mistress.”

Mapper moved around to sit behind Serenity and slammed her ass with a hoof, “Do you want to come, Pet?”

“If it pleases the Mistress,” said Serenity softly.

Mapper used her other hoof to hit Serenity’s flank with force, “It pleases me. You may begin Middle Pet.”

Wildfire used a wing to find Serenity’s head and suckled the tip of her horn. She took the horn in her mouth till her lips touched the inhibiter. She backed away careful to not grab it with her lips. Wildfire used her teeth and tongue to pleasure Serenity’s horn.

Mapper continued to spank Serenity with force leaving hoof prints on her ass and raising welts. She bit down on nipple leaving teeth marks.

Brush Stroke watched Mapper work with concern. “Love, is this…is this okay?”

“Yes Sir,” responded Dusk. “It’s all good, trust me sweetie.”

Mapper continued to pound Serenity with her forehooves and bite Serenity’s breasts and labia. Wildfire suckled and nibbled the unicorn’s horn. Serenity’s mouth was open and her back arches. “Pretend it is a chew toy, Middle Pet,” commanded Mapper. Wildfire pulled herself off the horn and wrapped her mouth around it from the side and without question she ground her teeth against it. Mapper bit down hard on Serenity’s clit, and the teal unicorn silently screamed as her horn lit up. “Come for me Pet!” shouted Mapper, “Come!”

‘Oh my stars!’ Thought Wildfire as it felt like she had a live wire in her mouth which sent tingles through her entire body. She didn’t stop chewing but a very loud cracking sound next to her ear made her pause. The electric charge lasted for just a few seconds, and once it stopped Wildfire continued a gentler licking of the horn.

Mapper rubbed Serenity’s reddened ass with both her forehooves and gently kissed her wife’s clit. “Well done Pet, well done.”

The door to Dusk’s suite burst open and Luna stepped in, a very bemused look on her face. “Hardshell is rather upset with all the security alarms.”

Dusk points a hoof at the mares, “It’s the dynamic duo over there, mom.”

Luna stepped into the room and saw the snuggling stallions and the two passed out mares. She looked over the abused Serenity and saw the cracked inhibiter. “A level ten?” She questioned, “And my sister let this one escape the school?”

“Serenity,” said Mapper, “you are a bad pony.”

“Yes Mistress,” agreed Serenity, “I’m a very bad pony.”

“Please forgive her, Mistress Luna,” requested Mapper. “It has been awhile since she was serviced from both ends.”

“I’m just glad you’re on our side,” said Luna with a wry smile. “I’ll let Hardshell know we are done testing for today, yes?” Mapper nodded. “Okay then, I’ll just leave you all to it.” Shaking her head at the sheer amount of magical power that had been on display, Luna walked back out the way she came in.

“Hardshell is the General of the Guard,” commented Dusk. “Stuffy, but good at what he does, and Aunt Tia loves him for his efficacy.”

Airmail was coherent enough to laugh, “Drills are good for the soul and gives the troops something to gripe about other than their commanders.” She looked over at the three mares and sighed, “You really let into her, didn’t you Maps?” Mapper could only nod. “Wily, I need a snuggle buddy.”

“Alrighy!” Wildfire used her wings to make her way over to the sound of Airmail’s voice. “Operation Snuggle starting now!” She wrapped her legs and wings around the newspaper pony.

Mapper moved up to lay next to Serenity, “I’m sorry, Dusky, but we broke the inhibiter you gave us.”

Dusk waved a hoof, “Not a problem Mistress Mapper, the artificers can fix it tomorrow.”

“That’s good,” said Mapper as she nibbled Serenity’s ear. “I have ten more level nine inhibiters in my bag that need fixing too.” Mapper giggled and kissed her wife, “While I’m all for some snuggle time, will we be spending the night out here?”

“What? Oh, no,” said Dusk. “My bed is huge; it could hold the lot of us.”

Trails giggled, “Oh goodie, closet inspections.”

Dusk laughed, “I hope it is enough to impress such a fine pony as yourself, Trails.” He gave Brush Stroke a lusty kiss. “Come along then I have nothing to hide.”

With a little prodding Tempest got up to join the group as they moved through the library into the Princess’s bedroom. Serenity walked with a limp and a broad happy smile which drew a frown from Brush Stroke. Mapper didn’t feel the need to answer for her actions so Airmail spoke up. “If you didn’t know it by now, Oils, I tend to kill abusers.” Airmail nodded her head towards Mapper, “And that one isn’t an abuser.” She smiled, “She is an enabler though. Trust me Oils, it took a while before I could wrap my head around it too.”

Brush Stroke nodded and nuzzled his lover, “Okay Airmail.” They entered the bedroom. “It is going to be cosy with ten in the bed.”

Tempest said, “Is the cage for when you play Prince and Peasant?”

“What? No!” Dusk exclaimed at the idea that formed in his head of Brush Stroke in the cage. “That was Vocal’s cage when he was a bad doggie.”

Tempest laughed at the flustered Prince. “You should invite Topper and Lavender over. She would love the cage.”

The talk about the cage made Wildfire shiver only to feel a jasmine scented wing drape over her. “Thank you, Love,” she whispered.

Mapper flicked her ears and all the mares move onto the bed as Airmail made sure Wily followed the unseen command. “Mares rule,” whispered Airmail, “I’m always nearby.” The mares spread themselves over the bed leaving gaps between each other while taking up maximum space.

“As long as nopony pokes me with the wrong horn,” Mapper said as she sprawled out on the luxurious bed.

“Can I poke you with the right horn?” asked Omega.

Mapper’s smile turned sly, “You’re welcome to try.”

Omega laughed and climbed onto the bed with Trails and Sonic as they found spaces between the mares like this was nothing new to them.

“Did you really make him sleep in that?” asked Brush Stroke.

Dusk nodded, “And he loved every minute of it.” He looked over the bed, “Come on love, it is going to be a cosy night.” The two of them climbed onto the bed.

“Best night ever!” exclaimed Airmail with general agreement from the rest. “Good night Mapper. Good Night Sto…”

“No,” interrupted Mapper, “Just no, this isn’t some sitcom.” Which made Airmail laugh. “Thank you Airy for indulging me and my wife.”

Airmail smiled “I love you.”

Wildfire could feel that was meant for all of them, but especially for her. She snuggled against the warm body next to her without a care as to who it might me and let sleep put the trials of the day behind her.

She was happy.

She was free.