“I love you Wildfire.” Following Serenity’s departure from the Mare’s Room, Airmail scooted her futon over so it was touching Wildfire’s own, “I love you and you'll never have to go back to that 'care' home again.” She said as she laid her right azure blue wing carefully over the shivering little yellow mare to offer her the comforting warmth of her body. “You're not alone anymore.”

“I…I don’t?” Wildfire whispered, quivering on the futon under the blue wing. “I really don't have to go back?” She asked incredulously. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She didn’t dare believe what had happened. Was she really free of Amethyst Glory? It didn’t seem real. “Dusk!” Her head shot up suddenly as a stark realisation hit her. “You…you can't tell him! He can't know!”

Airmail bent her head and gave the smaller mare a tender loving nuzzle to her left cheek. “Wily I love you, but the world will know, the world has to know.”

“You love me?” Wildfire asked, pulling away from the nuzzle but not looking at the blue pegasus caressing her left side. “Why?” She asked morosely, dipping her head back down to her forehooves. “You mean you feel sorry for me.” Said Wildfire in a saddened tone. She really didn’t know what would happen to her now. Everything she’d known for a fifth of her lifetime was up in the air. ‘If Dusk knows he'll be angry, his Mom will be angry...they'll punish me…’

Airmail looked shocked. Speechless was more like it. It was all she could do to not seize Wildfire by the shoulders and shake her silly. “Sorry? I feel sorry for you? Did you think I was feeling sorry for you back in the coffee shop? Or when we walked to the subway? Or when I stood with you on the train?” She asked heatedly, “Do you really think so little of me? Do you hate me that much?”

“No!” Wildfire cried, “You're nice, really nice…I hate myself.”

Lowering her muzzle back to the younger mare’s cheek this time Airmail gently kissed her. “You know, Serenity is right. You do have beautiful eyes.” The lead editor smiled at the yellow mare, “I only wish you could see yourself how I see you.”

Turning her head slightly to the left Wildfire hesitantly returned the kiss. “Airmail, um…Pretty?” She asked nervously, “What's, um…what's going to happen now?”

Airmail sighed a little sigh. “Now, Baron will make sure I don't kill any ponies.” She said without a trace of a smile. “I honestly don't even know if Dusk is still here, but I'm here so you will not be alone. I don't think Mapper will let you be her slave, but she will make you a pet for the evening. Will that be fun for you?” She asked, carefully watching the little yellow mare to gauge her reaction.

Immediately but without thinking Wildfire answered, “If it'll make her like me it'll be fun!” She exclaimed with a wide smile. “But, the other ponies...will they like me?” She asked, suddenly worried about the other guests that were here. Those that had been watching her out on the patio earlier. “Tempest can pee on me again, they liked that didn't they? That was fun!” She reasoned, “I'm not sure I want Dusk to see me yet though...”

In addition to her right wing now Airmail draped her right foreleg around Wildfire’s shoulders and hugged her tightly, so tight she could feel the hot tears, even smell them as they rolled down the azure blue cheeks. “You can never make me like you, I love you. You can't make other ponies like you by being what you are not. Ponies will like you because you are you.” Still hugging the little pegasus tightly Airmail paused for breath before continuing, “Tempest doesn’t pee on me and she loves me and I love her. Tempest won't pee on you to like you, she will pee on you if you love her enough to ask again.”

“I um…I, I think I...love you.” Wildfire stammered, thoroughly confused. It was just…too much to absorb, all at once. “But, out there, they'll know won't they? They'll be looking at me…”

“They would have to get through me first Wily.” Airmail replied, squeezing her ever tighter. “Do you think anypony could get through me? Even Sunny-butt wouldn't have a chance.”

Putting her left foreleg up and over the larger azure blue mare’s shoulders Wildfire held on to Airmail for grim death. “I…I feel safe with you, but we'll have to go out though, won't we?” She asked with a deep reticent sigh. “I can't stay in here forever, can I?”

“No,” said Airmail firmly, “We stay here until Tempest comes back and gets us.”

Wildfire shuddered at the firm tone in that wonderful Manehatten / Northern accented voice. “Am…am I in trouble?” She asked meekly.

“You're a bad pony, Wildfire,” Airmail giggled, “But sometimes it is fun to be a bad pony.”

Once more Wildfire lowered her head. “I don't mean to be a bad pony...please don't hurt me.”

Airmail’s heart ached so much for this young mare, to the point of exploding. “I love you, if I hurt you it is to show that love for you because you've asked me to punish you.” She said kindly in her ear. “I'll never, ever hurt you for my own pleasure.”

Wildfire shook her head, trying desperately to process…everything. She didn’t know why she felt so safe with this mare, she just did, and that was that. Maybe it was because she reminded her vaguely of her mother. “You…you won't break my wings, or shut me on my own?”

“What is your safe word?” Asked Airmail simply. “I want to love you when we have fun, and if the fun isn't fun I want you to use that word.”

Casting her mind back over the fog of the last five years of her life Wildfire recalled the times she used to spend with Air Raid, before Amethyst came into her life, before Helping Hooves Care Home. A happier, normal time. She smiled an actual genuine smile as she remembered. “Can I have 'peaches,' please Pretty?”

“Okay,” Airmail said with a smile, “Peaches it is. Let’s practice.” At that her voice changed, becoming stricter, more authoritarian. “I'm going to tie up your wings so they stick out from your body. What do you say?”

“Punish me,” Wildfire recited happily, something of her former conditioning kicking in. “I'm a bad pony.”

“I'm going to put a bridle, bit and reins on you and lead you around so others can look.” Airmail said calmly but firmly. “What do you say?”

Wildfire smile and answered quickly, “I deserve this! I’m a bad pony.”

“I'm going to tie your wing tips to your bit so you can't fly away when I lead you around.” Airmail said, getting ready to up the stakes of the test. “What do you say?”

Wildfire’s smile wavered, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the other older mare, but still she recited; “It's my own fault for being a bad pony…”

Airmail reeled, shaking her head somewhat at the metaphorical stone wall she was butting her head against. Really, she imagined with a shudder that she could allow, and join in with, Tempest in defecating all over this little blind mare and Wildfire would readily allow it to happen. “Alright…I get it. You’re a bad pony…a very bad pony.” She said with a deep sigh, “But…you have a safe word, you can use it if you want to.”

“I do… ‘Peaches’…” Wildfire said quietly, excited about the evening to come, about how she’d please all those ponies upstairs when she did exactly what they all wanted. “Then, then Mapper can do the rest.” Wildfire replied a little more confidently, “Um...could you ask her to tie my tail to the bridle, to hold it up?”

“I'm sure she will make you a pretty little pet.” Airmail said with a grin, her mind already conjuring up images of the yellow mare tied up like a Hearths Warming present. “Will you be my pet?” She asked, changing tack.

Wildfire’s ears perked up at that, and she turned her head to the other mare’s direction. “Yes.” She nodded eagerly. “You make me feel safe.”

Airmail smiled a relieved smile. “With me you get Tempest, will you share me with Tempest?”

“Oh, I don't mind sharing!” Wildfire stated confidently. Being shared around and used again and again was something she was used to. “They shared us around the home often enough, whenever they liked.”

Airmail frowned. “This is a sharing of love,” she said with a shake of her head. “Will you let me share my love for you with Tempest?”

Wildfire paused and thought about that. Would she share? Could she share? Properly share, with real love? She honestly didn’t know. It had been so long since she'd experienced 'real' love, she had forgotten what it was like. But…she trusted Airmail as much as she’d ever trusted anypony. “I…I feel safe with her too. You two looked after me, so yes, I can share.”

“Wildfire,” Airmail said very seriously, “Will you share your love for me with Tempest?”

Wildfire nodded without hesitation. “I love you both.”

“You're safe now, you are part of a herd. Our herd.” Airmail smiled as she got up from her futon with a reassuring stroke of her wing along Wildfire’s left flank to trot over to the little, but fully equipped drinks bar. After all this she needed a stiff ‘something’, and she was pretty sure Wildfire did as well. “Do you want to live in Canterlot or in Manehattan or somewhere else?” She asked as she poured out two of the weaker strength moonshines that were stocked in the bar.

“I...I don't know...” Wildfire said hesitantly tracking Airmail with her ears as her hooves clopped on the hardwood floor and reassured by the scent of jasmine and her voice that she was still there with her. “Please don't laugh but I really do want a foal, maybe it would be best if I moved, Canterlot has nothing but bad memories now.”

“To be perfectly honest with you,” Airmail started as she took up the tray with the glasses on in her mouth and turned to trot back to the futons, pausing long enough to set the tray down on a low table, “Both Tempest and I could move easily, but we would like to stay here in Manehattan.”

Wildfire considered this for a brief moment, breathing in the delicious scent of the moonshine in front of her. “Um…maybe...could I stay with you?” She asked nervously, making her decision.

“With us,” Airmail corrected gently, taking her own glass in her hoof for a quick sip. “Tempest and I share a place not far from here.”

Wildfire reached for her own glass, and after two fumbled attempts she found it, although her smile quickly vanished as a thought struck her, her ears slicking back to her head just under her black mane and she hung her head. “I have no money…” she muttered quietly, ‘Or anything at all...’ she thought as she picked up her glass.

“Why do you need money?” The older mare asked, “You have a lot of stuff to move?”

The little yellow mare scuffed the forehoof that wasn’t holding her moonshine on the hardwood floor. “I um…I don't have anything…we weren't allowed things at the home.”

“Okay,” Airmail set her empty glass on the table, “So, what do you need bits for?”

“Well, I’ll need bits, for rent…and food and stuffs.”

At that Airmail let out a little giggle. “Rent will cost you two kisses a day for each of us. No back rent!” She laughed, “Can you cook?”

“But…what if I mess up, or break something?” Wildfire asked, really very nervous of the answer.

“Well, if you mess up on purpose I might just spank you.” Airmail replied kindly, scooting back over to the futon next to the little yellow mare. “Otherwise, you will just have to clean up your mess. Tempest and I will lead you through the house so you know where things are and it will be safe.”

“You…you won't be angry with me?” She asked, nestling back into the familiar jasmine scented body warmth of the pegasus next to her.

“Love, I can't say I'll never be angry with you.” Airmail said with a soft nuzzle along the blind mare’s neck, “But I won't hurt you if I'm angry. I'll let Tempest calm both of us down so we can make sweet love again.”

Wildfire giggled like a little filly, “I like the sound of that, Pretty.” Still giggling she extended her right wing to half its span and lowered her head, ruffling through it before carefully selecting a primary feather and with a small hiss she pulled it out. “I offer it to you, Airy.” She said, holding it in her teeth to the azure blue mare.

As Wildfire selected a – relatively undamaged – feather, Tempest opened the Mare’s Room door and trotted inside with a grim smile that turned genuine when she saw the exchange. “Trade ya!” She exclaimed, immediately pulling a violet feather from her wing as she made her way to the right of the little yellow mare.

“You're back I see.” Airmail said, also pulling a feather, “It will cost you two now, Wily.”

Immediately Wildfire ducked her head under her abused wing and quickly chose then pulled another feather, this one for Tempest. “Hi Tempest…um, I know it's not much, but it's mine to give.”

“You give of yourself, which is all we can ask for.” Tempest smiled, giving Wildfire a gentle nuzzle along her right cheek.

“It will be enough for all of us.” Airmail said kindly, graciously taking the offered feather from between the blind mare’s teeth with her own. Just as she did so a thunderous ear splitting boom, muffled slightly by the walls of the ranch, echoed throughout the building and shaking the wooden panelled room.

“What the buck was that?” Wildfire squeaked as she heard the boom, unaware of what had caused it, or from whence it had come.

“That…that would be Dusk, bringing Tartarus to some very bad ponies.” Tempest answered, a grim note of satisfaction in her voice.

“He…Dusk…he knows?” Wildfire stammered, still shaking from the sonic boom.

Tempest nodded, “Will you forgive me? I told him everything.”

“Oh! Oh no…no, no!” Wildfire sprang to her hooves on the futon, prancing on all four hooves as her anxiety took hold of her and she started to panic. “Oh, oh well...it's done now. Is…is he angry with me?”

“No,” Tempest said in a bemused tone, an eyebrow raised at the panicked prancing mare. “He does love you, but like a sister I think.” The violet mare hung her head slightly. “There is more to forgive me for…”

This admission momentarily distracted Wildfire from her four hooved panic. “Why, Tempest, what do you mean?”

With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart Tempest plowed on. “I spoke with Princess Luna. She knows too.”

Cold dread froze Wildfire in place. Dusk knew. Luna knew. This was bad…very, very bad. Her Mistress would know that she’d talked. She was in so much trouble! So, so much trouble. “Pr-Pr-Princess L-Luna?” Once more she panicked, dancing on her hooves. “Oh no...no…there'll be a raid...what'll happen to the others?”

Airmail shot her marefriend a ‘look’ that spoke volumes. “You talked to Princess Luna?”

“Yeah.” Tempest replied simply, brushing her violet furred chest like she spoke to royalty all the time.

Airmail snorted a ‘hmph’, “Has everypony in this room talked to a Princess but me?” She asked with an exaggerated playful pout.

Tempest merely shrugged her shoulders and giggled. “If it helps any, she knows your name...I sort of dropped it, but it did seem to seal the deal.” She said, blowing a kiss to the pouting blue mare. “Wily,” she asked, “By ‘others’, do you mean the residents or the staff?”

“M-Mistress Amethyst, Amber, Lotus...they, they'll get hurt won't they?”

“Hmph!” Tempest snorted derisively, “No more than they hurt you. Something Serenity said though...”

“They were only doing their jobs!” Wildfire cried, cutting Tempest off as she ceased her panicked four hoof dance and she tried to make a bolt for the door of the Mare’s Room. “I never should’ve said! I should have behaved better for them!

‘Oh no you don’t!’ Airmail sprang from her futon and leapt after Wildfire, in two quick paces she had her forelegs wrapped around the yellow mare’s hind quarters and used her body weight and momentum from behind to take her down to the hardwood floor in a rough hard tackle. “You going to abandon us!?” Airmail yelled around the swishing black tail, “Don't you love us anymore?”

Leaving her futon Tempest flapped her strong violet wings and hovered over to the mares struggling on the floor. “Are you going to leave us all alone?”

Down on the hardwood floor and struggling in Airmail’s iron-tight grip Wildfire tried without success to inch her way to the door…to do what, exactly? She had no way whatever of getting out of Manehattan on her own, as well as absolutely no way in Equestria of beating Dusk all the way back to Canterlot if he’d gone supersonic, even if she could see where she was going. Realising this with a defeated sigh the little yellow mare slumped and stopped, laying still in Airmail’s legs. “I...I love...I don't know!” She moaned, her head hitting the floor. “I…I love you...”

Bending her legs Tempest lowered herself to lay next to the now motionless yellow mare. “Serenity told Mapper that you were a bad pony, because they were bad ponies.” She said kindly, laying a violet wing over her back. “Then, she said that you deserve love, but that they do not.”

From her position just under Wildfire’s tail – a position that at any other time Airmail would’ve liked to have been in – the azure blue mare lifted her head up, blowing her tussled summer green mane from her eyes as she did so. “Wait…Serenity said that?”

“Yeah.”

Airmail's grapple then turned into a hug as she crawled up Wildfire’s still body. “Please don't try to leave us again.” She whispered, planting a soft delicate loving kiss on the smaller mare’s lips.

“I'm sorry...” Wildfire replied with a definite blush. “I…I won’t, I promise.”

Once she was completely sure that the blind mare wasn’t going to make a break for the door again, Airmail slowly released her hug. “Are you going to be okay with the others?”

Wildfire shrugged a little as she began to sit up from the floor. “I can't stay in here forever, can I, Airmail?” She asked as the two mares helped her back to her futon that she had so rapidly vacated. “Will you two put your wings over me?” She asked, suddenly and inexplicably feeling very vulnerable.

As the little yellow mare sat back down there was a gentle knock at the plain wooden door to the Mare’s Room and, with it surrounded in a bright magenta glow, it swung open to allow Mapper admittance. “Good afternoon, mares. Dinner is now over.” Mapper said pleasantly, the white silk socks she was wearing muffled her hooves, but Wildfire was still able to track her as she walked over and took a futon opposite them. “Thespian says dessert will remain out for those that want it.”

Airmail had her wing draped protectively over Wildfire’s left flank. “Wily, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.”

“I know,” the yellow mare smiled, though she was undoubtedly nervous at the prospect of what she was letting herself in for, she had at least learnt that these ponies weren’t anything like those back home…and Airmail and Tempest especially seemed to really care about her. Like, really, really care. If they were to be believed. “It's okay Pretty, I can do this, I owe you all so much for today.”

Airmail frowned, a deep frown that sounded in her northern accented voice. “Wily, you don't owe us anything. We give ourselves freely and gladly accept what you offer.”

Wildfire nodded with a smile. “Then…accept that I want to do this, for you both and for me.”

At that last sentence from the little blind mare, Mapper leant forward, her bright magenta eyes twinkling and alive with the possibilities of the fun they could have. “So,” she said, unable to keep the eagerness from her clipped Canterlot accent, “You still want to be my pet for this evening, Wildfire?”

“I do,” she answered with a nod of her head.

All at once the tone of Mapper’s voice changed like a light switch. Where a split second before she was pleasant and perfectly reassuring, now there was a hard no-nonsense authoritarian edge to her. “Very good,” the pink unicorn said with a glint in her eye as she switched modes. “You may call me Mistress and you may say yes or no with Mistress to my questions. If anypony else asks you a question you may say, ‘Please ask my Mistress,’ do you understand?”

On her futon Wildfire immediately caught the change in the tone of Mapper’s voice. It was scary, yes, but at the same time it was familiar yet different. As strict as she sounded, there was an undercurrent, something more that was absent from Amethyst’s voice. “Yes Mistress,” Wildfire said confidently.

“You do have pretty eyes,” Mapper said, sliding off of her futon and taking a step over to the blind mare. “But, I can't let others see that.” Lighting her horn the pink mare opened the store closet and levitated out a few supplies, which she arranged on the coffee table. “Ah…to begin with…” she smiled, floating up a length of silken fabric over the scars that took up a good portion of Wildfire’s face. “Hmm…rather fit, her wingspan looks to be roughly your size Tempest.” She looked appraisingly as she carefully secured the blindfold around the back of the smaller mare’s black mane, noting she squirmed with the pressure on her facial scars. “A bit wiggly, perhaps, but I can overlook that.”

Airmail said, “She has said her scars do cause her pain under pressure, Mapper.”

With a slight nod of her head the pink unicorn magically loosened the blindfold just a little, while ensuring there was still a snug fit. “Tempest, which goes better do you think, burgundy or forest green?”

Tempest grinned, “You know I like green.”

Mapper nodded her agreement, “Yes, and I think it goes will against her fur and mane.” Once more she lit her horn, this time levitating a set of four forest green coloured socks up from the coffee table and holding them against the yellow of Wildfire’s fur. ‘Yes…this is just the ticket…’ she thought to herself with a grin, the socks passing her own criteria. “Lift your front left forehoof up six inches.”

Straightaway Wildfire did as she was instructed, lifting up her left foreleg. A second or two after she did so she felt something impossibly soft and silky slide up her leg. “Oooh…” she gasped, fighting a little giggle as the tingle of the magical aura tickled the fur of her leg from hoof up past her fetlock and elbow on up to her upper leg. This was quickly repeated on her other three legs until all four were clothed in the luxurious silken socks.

Wildfire then heard a pony walking around and behind her. From the slightly muffled hoof-steps, as well as the wafting scent of strawberries, she knew it to be Mistress Mapper. “Lift your tail.” The strict command all but confirmed it to her, and straightaway she hastened to obey, flexing the muscles of her dock to raise up her black tail to fully expose her marehood and tail-hole.

Mapper watched with a smile as the little blind mare did as she instructed. Lowering her head to the pegasus’s crotch she breathed in the heady musky scent of her sex, and her unmistakable arousal. “Oh my…Airmail, come over here and get a whiff of this!” The pink unicorn exclaimed, pointing with a hoof to Wildfire’s hindquarters. “How long have you been building her up?”

Wildfire detected the sound of more hoof-steps, this time un-muffled, and the scent of jasmine moving that told her Airmail was moving behind her to stand next to Mapper, then she shivered involuntarily as she felt some hot breath blow over the moistened labia of her marehood.

Behind her Airmail breathed once more over the exposed sex, giggling slightly as it winked at her. “She is rather receptive.”

“Well can't have the public seeing that, can we!?” Mapper said, deciding what to do she lit her horn and lifted up a pair of forest green panties that matched the socks she was wearing. “Lift your left rear hoof six inches.” She ordered curtly.

As she obediently lifted her left hind leg Wildfire felt something like cloth around the outside of her hoof. She was just wondering what this soft cloth was when she heard Mapper’s voice once more, “Set it down and then raise the right hoof.” She did do, and felt the cloth around the outside of her right hoof as well. “Set it down.” As soon as her hoof touched the hardwood floor she felt the cloth material ride up the outside of her legs until the panties were fitted snugly against her marehood. The loud snap-click of the tail fastener held them securely in place. “You're right Tempest,” Mapper smiled over to the violet mare. “The green does do a better job hiding the wetness.”

Imagining how she looked, Wildfire smiled and felt a length of silk on her back that was magically wrapped around her barrel just behind her wing joints and then the metal fasteners under her chest were clicked together. ‘Oh wow…it’s a corset!’ She thought as she realised just what the new garment was. She had just enough time to take a deep breath in before the ties along her spine were tightened up.

“Shall we continue, Pet?” Mapper asked, slightly concerned for the young mare.

Her concern was assuaged when she answered without hesitation, “Yes Mistress!”

“Open your mouth.” Waiting a split second after the yellow pegasus opened her mouth wide Mapper then floated a metal bit in to settle comfortably behind her back molars against the crease in her mouth. “Close.” She ordered simply, levitating up a black faux leather bridle as Wildfire closed her mouth around the bit. With a little manual adjustment Mapper fitted the bridle over the little mare’s face, covering her muzzle and connected it to the bit, then tightening the straps behind her head helping to hold the forest green blindfold in place. “I understand you'd like to have your wings displayed, is that true, Pet?” Mapper asked as she added the reins to the bridle and looped them loosely around her muzzle.

“Yes Mistress!”

Mapper smiled, she had to admit, everything considered, she was a little impressed with this little pegasus. “Spread them wide to the side.”

Spreading her yellow wings wide Wildfire felt a pony’s muzzle delve carefully beneath her feathers. At first she thought it was Airmail beginning another wondrous preen, but very quickly she realised this was an inspection, not a sensuous preening. The muzzle in question snuffled between her feathers, parting the soft downy feathers of the leading edges of the wings, her inspection paying close attention to the scarred heavily damaged areas, causing Wildfire to flinch involuntarily.

Getting a close up look of the scars, the uneven skin that told of the many breakages, Mapper was revolted. Utterly, utterly revolted. The older pink mare really had to struggle to blink back her tears and maintain her ‘Mistress’ façade. “And…neither of you two noticed this?” The disgust in her voice was palpable.

Airmail shook her head sadly, “You know when I preen I kinda go off into la la land.”

Tempest also shook her head. “She was behind me when we went flying earlier.”

“It wasn't until she showed off the damage to us with pride in this room, did we notice.” Airmail added, wanting nothing more than to hug the little blind mare.

“Yeah,” Tempest said grimly, the recollections still prevalent in her mind. “I left the room after that.”

During this brief exchange Mapper took the few precious seconds to properly compose herself before she spoke again. When she did so there was no trace of the distress she had felt when she had inspected Wildfire’s wings. “Pet, if a wing hurts you, you may stamp the floor with your right forehoof, do you understand?”

Wildfire nodded, “Yes Mistress.” She then felt a series of cold metallic ring clips get levitated to and secured around her wing bones that were just on the inside of the three main wing joints of each wing. They went around the flesh of the limbs and through the feathers. She winced slightly as she felt the three metal clips on each of her wings. Winced, but she didn’t stamp her hoof. ‘This is okay…I can take this…’ she told herself, determined to carry on. Wildfire then felt a metal bar, roughly four pounds in weight, slide easily along the clips around her wings. This was quickly joined by a similar spreader bar on her other wing. These metal bars effectively held her wings open in their spread position. Briefly she felt a strap across her back across her shoulders and between her wings but this was lifted away as it tightened, raising up her wings a just slightly.

“Nggh…aaah…” Wildfire grunted then sighed as her right wing tip was pulled forward almost painfully so and then she felt the metallic bit wedged in her mouth pulled towards the wing tip.

“Head front and centre!” Mapper barked as she magically secured the end of the spreader bar to the right side of the bit.

“Nggh…nggh…” again Wildfire grunted, this time with the pressure on her right wing, but she didn’t try to move or lower her head. Experience told her better than that. Suddenly and without warning her other wing was pulled forward the same amount and then clipped to the bit, this helped her stay centred, but the new position, with both wing tips secured to the bit in her mouth naturally wanted to pull her head back.

“I’m thinking bells,” Mapper said critically as she slowly walked around and surveyed her pet. “Do you agree, Airmail?”

Airmail nodded, a gleeful look on her muzzle and a twinkle in her brown eyes. “I like bells.”

Mental images of how she looked flooded through Wildfire’s mind, 'Damn…this is hot!' She thought with pride as she felt a cloth mesh with a large opening encase her black tail and as soon as it was secured in place around her dock it was pulled up over her back between her wings and shoulders to a point of near pain and it was attached to the back of the bridle, causing even more pull against her neck, pulling her head back even more.

“Sway your tail left and right!” Mapper commanded.

Swaying her tail as instructed Wildfire heard the soft chime of bells that ran the length of her tail sleeve. She swished it again, enjoying the sound of the bells just as she heard more jingles, this time from lower down as a set of hoof-cuffs with bells were magically secured around her lower legs.

“She looks just like a Hearths Warming present.” Tempest commented, earning herself a warm blush from the trussed up yellow mare.

“I don't think I'll be fooling anypony…” Mapper sighed audibly from behind Wildfire, shaking her head not only at the thick musky scent coming from the yellow pegasus, but also at the very obvious - and growing - damp patch at the gusset of the forest green panties that were now so wet the clear outline of the labia and marehood were patently visible. “Those panties are soaked! Oh…oh well…they still have the illusion of hiding something.”

Wildfire then felt the reins fall from her muzzle. “Come Pet, it’s time to meet your audience.” Mapper said authoritatively, gently pulling on the reins to lead her forward towards the wooden door of the Mare’s Room.

Feeling the pull of the reins Wildfire hesitantly took a few steps, her heart pounding with nerves in her chest as she felt Airmail and Tempest’s muzzles on her wings, guiding her through the door and out into the basement level hallway. Shivering at the touch of the two muzzles, Wildfire walked along and up the stairs, not really caring where she was going but blindly following the pull of the reins wherever her Mistress decided to take her. From the feel of the carpet and the smell of the food she surmised it was towards the dining rooms.

“Greetings everypony!” Mapper declared dramatically, magically throwing open the doors to the large expansive dining room and rearing up to ensure she had everypony’s attention. “I present for your viewing enjoyment, Wildfire! The, ah, the damp. But, mares and gentle-colts, I assure you her fire is still burning!” Wildfire stifled a giggle – to her she sounded like a circus ringmaster introducing a new act – only she was the act, for them all to enjoy…and she was perfectly fine with that. “Please, draw near and view, sniff and taste to your heart's content!” Turning her attention to the teal unicorn currently enjoying a sneaky chocolate surprise. “Senior Pet!”

Quickly, and quite aware that she had been caught eating the chocolate treat, Serenity lowered her plate to the cloth lined table and levitated a napkin to her mouth to clean herself up before trotting over to the four ponies. “Yes Mistress?”

Mapper smiled, the twinkle in her eye speaking volumes and telling Serenity in no uncertain terms that she’d been caught red-hooved. While she had been willing, taking the extenuating circumstances into account, to forego the earlier chocolate transgression, Mapper made a mental note to make sure her wife paid for this one. “Take the reins, Pet, and see she doesn't get bored in one place. I'm going to sample some of that Luna Moonshine.”

“Yes Mistress.” Obediently, Serenity lit her horn and took hold of the reins in her pale hazel aura, and began to slowly lead Wildfire around the expansive dining room.

Following the gentle pull of the reins Wildfire blindly followed after the teal unicorn, trusting that she’d steer her right. Straightaway as she began walking around the room she felt the ponies milling around her. She felt their hot breath on her fur, causing it to stand on end, and she could feel the lick of a wet tongue now and again contact her flanks and her wings.

“I'm here love.” Airmail said from her position just off to her right, “And Tempest is enjoying the view too.”

Automatically Wildfire tried a small nod by way of reply, a motion which was severely restricted by the tail sleeve hooked to the back of the bridle, causing her to moan happily not only at the licks she was receiving but now at the sharp pain that lanced from the dock of her tail. After four minutes standing still she felt the reins tug her forward for a few feet before going slack once again. Walking forwards more confidently than before Wildfire stopped when she felt through the bit in her mouth the reins slacken.

As she came to a halt a stallion’s voice came from her left side, just in front of her. “Look here.” The voice said gently, obviously talking about her to another pony nearby, “You don’t see this normally, but look now…yeah they really did a number on her, just like Stormy said.” At that Wildfire couldn’t help but blush, knowing everypony here could see what she had been hiding from them, she could feel their hot breath over the many varied scars on the leading edges of her wings. She stumbled slightly, her mind full of imagined reactions at what they could see.

“I'm still here, love.” Airmail said, pressing her nose against the thinly covered hole under her tail with a strong intake of breath, savouring the little yellow mare’s musky scent.

Mapper called from across the dining room, a medium strength Moonshine held in her glowing magenta aura. “Does my Junior Pet drink alcohol?”

Distracted now from her worry about what the other ponies could or could not see, Wildfire answered straight away, wanting to turn her head to her new Mistresses voice but was unable to by the clips holding her wingtips to the metallic bit in her mouth. “Yes Mistress.”

“Senior Pet,” said Mapper, pouring out a Moonrise cocktail – the pink unicorn understood her new pet was familiar with Dusk, and also with Luna, and she took a fairly safe gamble that she’d drank this, or something similar before – and levitated it carefully over to her waiting wife. “Take this and let her have small sips.”

Wondering just what it was she was being offered Wildfire felt the edge of a straw push against her lips, getting no warning as to what it might be. She was about to take a welcome sip of the…whatever it was – it had no scent, which puzzled her – but she was distracted somewhat by the others moving around her, touching, sniffing and licking her at random moments. Before she knew what was happening Wildfire felt the straw come out of her mouth with a sharp motion and poke her hard in the nose, then going back in between her parted lips. Unsure what to do, the diminutive pegasus did nothing.

The teal unicorn pulled out the straw again, Serenity spoke up, at once admitting to her failure to carry out her orders. “Mistress I have failed.”

Without any warning at all Wildfire heard the loud tell-tale singing noise of a crop flying through the air, shortly followed by the familiar sound of hide impacting on a pony’s hide. “Try again.” Mapper said tersely, her eyes narrowed as the crop hovered in her magical aura.

Once more Wildfire felt the straw between her lips, the little mare blushing at her schoolpony error, even more so that Serenity had been punished for it, and proceeded to take a small suck on the straw. ‘It’s a Moonrise!’ She thought with a surprised gasp as she immediately recognised the blend of Luna Moonshine and Sweet Orange Acres Orange Juice. ‘Oh sweet Luna above it’s a Moonrise!’ She smiled at the familiar taste, quickly taking another sip.

Just as she was about to take a third sip of the cocktail Wildfire felt the straw slide out of her mouth and the reins gently but firmly pull her forward roughly about five feet. Walking forward she was feeling pretty good about herself and the little show she was a part of, until she felt the outstretched feathers of her right wing bump a pony as she passed, and then a stallion’s voice call out, “Watch it!” Causing her to stumble backwards a few paces.

As she stumbled Wildfire heard another, equally loud slap of hide upon hide, then came Mapper’s stern voice. “You may stomp your hoof once before you move her to let others know.”

All the time, through these two hard slaps, Serenity never made a sound, not even the slightest gasp of pain. “Yes Mistress.” She said simply, returning the straw to Wildfire’s lips.

Wildfire took a small sip of the offered Moonrise cocktail through the straw pushed in her mouth, feeling both a little sorry for the smacks she was hearing Serenity receive and sorry for the fact she wasn’t receiving them. She enjoyed it for but a moment though before she heard the stomp of a hoof and then felt the reins again pull her forward and this time turn her to the left. Obediently she followed where the teal unicorn led her, following the pull of the reins.

“Lovely pie Thespian, I think I need to walk that off.” Mapper said loudly, raising her own glass in a salute to the blue grey earth pony mare. A few of the ponies around her gave voice to various comments on how great an idea that would be, and how they’d like to see the pets paraded, which gave the pink unicorn a great idea. “Come along, Senior Pet, and do tow that one along.” She commanded, turning her back on her wife and heading towards the main doors.

Wildfire heard the stomp of a hoof and the reins began to pull her forward. Excited at the prospect of what was to come, to say nothing of pleasing and impressing her new Mistress, Wildfire flicked her ears at Mapper’s comment and proceeded without question to follow the reins as best as she could.

Noticing the slight, very slight, hesitation, Airmail put her hoof on her pink friend’s shoulder. “Mapper,” she began cautiously, “She is blindfolded.” She said, with the emphasis on the ‘blind’.

Pausing Mapper gave the azure blue pegasus a look with an arched eyebrow, “And, your point is?” She then thought on what the mare had said and smiled. “Oh…hmm…Junior Pet, do you know your way around this house?” She asked, finally getting her friend’s meaning.

“No, Mistress.” Wildfire replied immediately, which, besides the dining rooms and the basement, was perfectly true.

“Hmm…Senior Pet,” Mapper addressed Serenity, “You may guide her, but don't waste words.”

Inclining her head in a small respectful bow Serenity once more lit her horn, taking up the reins in her pale hazel aura. “Yes Mistress.” Pulling on them gently the teal unicorn led Wildfire through the main doors of Caffeinated’s ranch. “Steps down.” She said simply as she approached the small set of steps that led from the ranch to the street.

Wildfire heard the warning come from in front of her and although she followed the pull of the reins without question or hesitation she also noted that Serenity did not slow down, nor did she or anypony else give her any warning about the length and rise of the treads, or how many there were. Hesitantly Wildfire walked down the steps leading to the foyer, and it all went well until she miss-timed the last step, stumbling ungainly with a jangle of all the bells attached to her tied up tail and the cuffs on her hooves.

Quickly, and with practised ease, she recovered from her stumble as the reins kept pulling her forward. Wildfire was hoping the tumble had gone unnoticed. A tall hope given the amount of noise she had made. Sure enough a split second later there was an audible ‘swishing’ noise followed by a sharp stinging pain from her left flank as a narrow strip of hide impacted upon her ass just above her cutie mark. “I will not have you embarrass me in public with your clumsiness!” Mapper exclaimed sternly.

“N-No, Mistress.” Wildfire gasped, wincing at the stinging pain in her flank.

“Mistress, I have failed.” Serenity admitted.

Wildfire felt the reins stop pulling her as Serenity made her admission. The little yellow mare stood perfectly still, waiting for the sound of the slap that would surely follow at any moment, and sure enough, with the signature singing swish, there came a loud slap of hide upon hide.

“Good…good that you admit your failures, Senior Pet.” Mapper smiled lovingly at her wife, caressing her teal flank with the crop before putting it away in her bag. “As for you...” the pink dominatrix addressed Wildfire with a nuzzle across her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I will not fault you for being a pegasus.” She said somewhat kindly as she noted the width of the door to the outside may be problematic, what with the yellow mare’s wings bound as they were.

“Thank you Mistress.” Wildfire didn’t know what she was thanking her for exactly, it seemed the thing to do.

“Recital,” Mapper called to the light ice blue unicorn mare with the dark blue mane that had been watching the show put on by Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire earlier. “Could you please teleport this pet outside?” She asked as Recital trotted over with a smile on her face. “It seems that Caffy made the front door to narrow.” Mapper added with a sideways smirk to the orange zebra.

“What!?” Caffeinated looked up with a feigned indignance at the suggested inadequacy of his home, “You did the bondage all wrong!”

“As if you'd know.” Mapper retorted with a shrug of her pink shoulders. “You just tie up earth ponies.”

As Caffeinated laughed aloud at Mapper’s dig, Wildfire stood there in the foyer – in Tempest’s words, dressed up like a Hearths Warming gift – and wondered with not a little trepidation just what teleporting felt like... ‘It’s probably safe, otherwise Mistress wouldn’t have asked her friend to do it…maybe…’ she thought, scuffing the floor nervously with a hoof as unseen to her Recital lit her horn and surrounded her with a shimmering emerald magical field. ‘Wait…what…what the buck…’ further thought however was cut off suddenly as she felt the coruscating magic ripple over her body and the teleportation begin to take effect. At least she assumed it did. She felt very warm, and for a very brief moment Wildfire had the extremely unpleasant feeling of being contracted, squeezed impossibly thinly and squirted through a narrow tube, something like water though a hose. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, with a loud crack she was herself once more, with her usual dimensions and proportions, and thankfully, with all her limbs where she had left them. ‘Alright…that…was weird!’ She didn’t have the opportunity for further contemplation though as almost immediately she heard hooves trot to the front of her and felt the reins get taken up again.

Appreciatively Mapper ran her pink hoof calmingly over the silken forest green panties. ‘Very good…not many can take teleportation,’ she thought as her hoof wandered lower to rub over the gusseted crotch of the panties, and then, without giving her any warning the pink unicorn lowered her muzzle and gave her a long slow deliberate lick straight up her crotch from her pubic mound to her dock, earning a murmured ‘Hmm…’ from the little yellow mare. “My! What a tasty pet I have!” Mapper exclaimed, a bit loudly. “I must show pride in her by parading her around the neighbourhood, so all can see and smell her!”

Wildfire’s ears pricked up with the realisation, ‘I'm being paraded!’ She smiled an eager smile. Now was her chance to shine for her new Mistress, to show off what she could do and what she could endure to please her.

“My beloved Pets you two are most tasty.” Mapper said with a grin as she tasted Serenity in the same manner that she’d tasted Wildfire but a moment before. “I believe I shall parade you so that all may know that I have the best Pets.”

Wildfire then felt her reins being pulled gently but firmly forward, and, with her chest swelling till it was fit to burst with the pride she felt at being praised so much by her new Mistress – indeed, Amethyst Glory had never ever lavished so much praise upon her for doing so little – the little yellow mare followed along happily behind Serenity.

They had been walking down the street from Caffeinated’s ranch, along a similar tree lined avenue, this one however was lined with tall leafy conifers interspaced with some maple and a couple of willows here and there. They trotted along in relative silence for a good few minutes, Wildfire guessed at five, maybe ten, before she heard her Mistresses voice from up ahead, “Good evening, gentleponies!” Wildfire heard her call, obviously addressing another group. “Such a lovely evening we are having today. I do hope you enjoy the parade.”

Wildfire’s face lit up in a fierce blush as she realised she was actually outside dressed as she was, bells on her tail and all, like the Cock-Horse from the nursery rhyme, who had rings in her wings and bells on her hooves. She loved it. Every single second, and, from the cheers coming from the small group of roughly six to eight nearby ponies, they appreciated the show as well.

“Curb down.” Serenity warned the diminutive mare behind her, although her pulling never stopped, and her warning happened in the space of one hoof-step.

Getting the warning just in time Wildfire managed to adjust her step so she didn't fall, and carried on walking down the street, her bells jingling musically with each fall of her hooves upon the sidewalk.

Presently, after another few moments walking Wildfire felt the pull cease, and duly she slowed to a stop. She couldn’t see it, of course, but Mapper had chosen to stop their little parade outside a residence as grand as Caffeinated’s ranch. Situated on the left side of them the house in question was a sweeping three storey affair with a wide balcony extending a good few feet out from the second floor. Glancing up to this balcony Mapper smiled as she saw a group of stallions looking down on something that was hidden from view by a large thick hedge. “Pets,” she said in a loud clear commanding voice that immediately drew the ponies’ attention, “Stomp your hooves. There are some stallions up on that balcony.”

Straightaway, Serenity stomped all four hooves, and a second later Wildfire joined in, stomping her hooves in kind. Although, if she was honest, the bells on her tied up tail and on the cuffs around her hooves made more noise than her sock covered hooves. Still, they still earned themselves loud lewd whistles and leering cheers from the stallions assembled on the balcony above them.

“Onward!” Mapper called after a few moments, once the pink mare was satisfied all of them were extended from their sheaths.

At once Serenity stopped stomping her royal blue sock covered hooves and started pulling Wildfire again with the reins she held in her pale hazel aura. Walking on at the familiar pulling pressure on the metallic bit in her mouth Wildfire couldn’t help but smile at the attention she had gotten. ‘I made ponies happy! I made ponies happy!’ She sang to herself. Surely her Mistress would be pleased.

At once, and again, without any warning the pulling stopped as Mapper bade Serenity to halt. This time their parade had stopped outside of an ice cream parlour. An ice cream parlour that just happened to be full of ponies of a wide variety of ages enjoying a cool early evening treat after the hot day. A twinkle glinted in Mapper’s magenta eyes as she saw a couple of mothers put their hooves over the eyes of their colts and a filly, who pulled against it to try and see the ‘pretty ponies’. ‘This is definitely a good place to stop,’ she thought mischievously. “Senior Pet, would you like an ice cream?”

Serenity nodded eagerly, “If it makes my Mistress happy,” she said with a small polite bow of her head.

“Junior Pet,” said Mapper, turning to address Wildfire with a critical eye, “Would you also like an ice cream?”

Wildfire tried a nod, forgetting for a moment that her tail was connected to the back of the bridle she wore, and gave a slight hiss as it tugged on her dock. “If…if it pleases my Mistress.” She gasped out as the brief pain subsided to a dull ache.

Eyeing her Pet through dangerously narrowed eyes Mapper decided Wildfire needed to remember her given rules. Raising her left forehoof she brought it down sharply and swiftly, with unerring aim, on the stylised flames of her cutie mark, leaving a little red mark where the toe of her hoof had connected. “I let your ‘thank you’ slide,” the pink mare explained, magically sliding her white sock back up her leg, “But, I believe you only have three responses allowed. Try again, Pet.”

Wildfire blushed deeply at her school-filly error, but this time she didn't wince with the strike on her flank. “Yes, Mistress.” She answered, correcting her response with one of those that she was allowed. In the near distance she could hear some ponies comment on what Mapper had done to her, but try as she might, flicking her ears in their direction and straining, she couldn’t tell what they were saying.

She heard the hooves that were muffled by the silken socks trot away, she assumed to buy the ice creams, Wildfire was left standing there, though she could tell her reins were still being held, so she knew she wasn’t standing there alone outside the shop. After a moment she heard a pony approach behind from her left, a quick inhale told her the pony smelt of jasmine. “I'm never far away.” Airmail said quietly, offering the little mare precious support.

Wildfire stood, grateful for the reminder of Airmail’s presence, smiling with a not inconsiderable amount of pride as she heard other ponies’ approach, whose voices she did not know commenting on just how lovely she and Serenity were dressed. She made a show of ruffling the feathers of her outstretched wings and spreading her hind legs just a little further apart than they were before, making it easier for the unknown onlookers to detect her scent, which they immediately commented upon – in particular the strength and muskiness of both their aromas.

“They are lovely, are they not?” Mapper asked, somewhat rhetorically, to excited murmurs of agreement as she returned carrying two chocolate ice creams in her shimmering magenta aura. “Display only today though, I’m afraid.” She said, earning herself a round of disappointed ‘awws’ from the little crowd. Smiling the pink unicorn floated the two frozen treats over to Serenity, who wordlessly took them up in her own magical field. “Senior Pet, you may feed yourself and you may feed the other Pet too. Now, let’s move along, many things left to see.”

Just as Wildfire felt the slack of the reins get taken up and pulled once more with that gentle but firm tug she also felt a cold chocolate flavoured something touch her lips. Smiling with the sudden touch of the ice cream she began to lick the treat as she walked, thoroughly enjoying the sweet, sweet taste.

“Curb up.” Serenity warned as she led Wildfire along the route her wife dictated, both of them walking behind the pink unicorn.

As usual there was no break, no pause or interruption between hearing the warning and encountering the obstacle, and straightaway Wildfire stepped up as she was directed to in order to prevent falling. “Grass.” She heard from ahead of her, and sure enough below her hooves the texture of the ground changed from hard concrete to soft grass, though of slightly more concern to the little yellow mare was the growing discomfort that was the weight of her wings as they began to pull heavily on the bit.

Suddenly the reins stopped pulling Wildfire along, but the ice cream never moved from her lips as Serenity continued to feed both of them the refreshingly cold treat. Now standing perfectly still on the grass surface, Wildfire busied herself with licking the chocolate ice cream from its little cardboard tub as a soft gentle breeze began blowing. Ordinarily she would’ve given pause to enjoy the salty tang of the sea carried in the air, but chocolate took precedence. As it was silent where they were now, but for the breeze, she was able to concentrate fully on the delicious sweetness of the treat, at least until with a deep long lick she finished her tub.

Almost as soon as she finished her ice cream Wildfire heard a loud slap of hoof upon hide from in front of her. Literally a split second later she felt that same slap, this time her Mistresses hoof came down hard and strong on her right cutie mark. Mapper tutted disapprovingly as she shook her light brown maned head. “Such messy pets I have!” She exclaimed loudly, “Clean each other up, and I want a good show!”

Straightaway and before Wildfire could properly process her Mistresses order, a pony smelling deliciously of chocolate started licking her lips and her muzzle with long slow licks. ‘What…oh…oh m-my…’ she thought lustily as her bound wings strained against the bit they were bound to. Unfortunately the moment of indecisive inactivity cost her.

Mapper raised her pink hoof and delivered another stinging slap across the pegasus’s yellow flanks. “I said I want a show! She needs cleaning, now.”

Again, Wildfire didn't wince at the slaps she received, the strikes feeling all too familiar to her as she finally extended her tongue around the metal bit wedged in her mouth and began to lick the mare in front of her. Serenity, to her credit, had her long wet tongue darting and flicking all over Wildfire’s lips, her nose and her muzzle, and she was making a very big deal of cleaning the little yellow mare. Feeling Serenity's muzzle so close to her own, Wildfire quickly began mimicking the unicorn, licking her all over her nose and her muzzle.

Mapper looked on approvingly, every few seconds casting glances to both Airmail and Tempest, both of whom were enjoying the public display as much as she was. The pink unicorn nodded to herself, content in her mind she’d made the right decision in taking on Wildfire. But…as hot as this make out session was, it needed ‘something’ more. A second later she had a flash of inspiration. “Both of you may moan.”

Immediately Serenity started moaning into the many kisses and licks she was delivering over Wildfire’s now clean muzzle, and likewise the little yellow mare moaned happily, still licking her tongue messily over Serenity's muzzle as she felt a hoof brush over her crotch. “Ooh my...” Wildfire gasped aloud, shuddering at the touch as it sent electric sparks of pleasure through her core.

Serenity then gave a much deeper, far more heartfelt moan, and Wildfire just managed to hear one pony walking around the two of them, inspecting them. Lustily the pegasus moaned, and as she continued to sloppily lick at Serenity’s lips the teal unicorn was now trying to clean Wildfire’s throat of any chocolate ice cream. From the inside. Obligingly she opened her mouth to give better access to the excavating tongue, in turn sliding her tongue deep into Serenity’s mouth.

Unfortunately, all this stimulus, the wandering hoof, the amazingly sensuous kissing and the openness with which they were being displayed for everypony and anypony to see had an effect, and this effect was wanting to make itself known on the body of the young yellow pegasus. Particularly in her wings. As Serenity added delightful little nibbles to her lips to her kissing repertoire, Wildfire’s outstretched wings were straining very painfully against their bindings, trying to pull her head up.

‘AaaAAgh…b-buck my wings!’ Wildfire grimaced and winced with the pain singing its way through her throbbing wings. ‘Oooow…’ Luckily the questing hoof hovering over and around her marehood lingered a little longer, and with a gentle pressure moved the soaked forest green panties into her cleft, the silken fabric rubbing against her clitoris. “Hmmm…” Wildfire shivered at the attention at her slit, allowing the sudden pleasure there to take her mind off of the blossoming pain in her wings.

Without warning the hoof left Wildfire’s sopping wet marehood and she heard distinctively muffled hoof-steps as the pony walked around them to Serenity. Wildfire guessed the hoof that but a moment ago had been prodding at her nether region was currently doing the same to her kissing buddy, given that Serenity suddenly started moaning deeper and harder as she tried to push against the hoof while holding onto her mouth.

Whimpering at the loss of contact with the hoof Wildfire instead pushed her tongue harder into Serenity’s open willing mouth, doing her very best to ignore the growing discomfort and aching pain in her wings.

“Well done my little Pets.” Said Mapper approvingly roughly five minutes later. “Turn and face your audience.” She grinned at the assembled mares and stallions that had been all the while silently watching the show.

“Turn to your left.” Serenity said simply, and Wildfire hastened to do as she was told, turning ninety degrees to her left.

Mapper smiled, “You may both take a bow.”

There came the raucous noise of thunderously loud applause from the large number of ponies, the watching crowd either clapping or stomping their hooves as well as cheering their approval for the free show as Serenity and Wildfire both bent their forelegs and bowed deeply.

As she stood up once more to her diminutive height Wildfire felt Mapper plant a soft and tender kiss on her lips. “You are a good Pet. A moment later she heard the tell-tale sounds of another kiss then Mapper’s voice telling Serenity that she too was a good pet.

Wildfire then felt her reins get taken up and pulled, and duly she walked, following the direction of the pony leading her. Serenity, with the reins held in her hazel aura, continued to call out warnings to her charge. “Pavement.” She said simply, wasting no words as her Mistress had ordered. As she felt the surface change from grass to pavement beneath her hooves she heard Mapper away to her front left carrying out random conversations with passing ponies, speaking with great pride for her two lovely Pets as she pointed them out to the ponies she spoke to.

‘I’m doing it!’ Wildfire blushed with the amount of praise she was receiving, the pride in her chest making her feel ten feet tall. She walked along with a definite spring in her step, despite the steadily increasing pain in her wings.

“Curb down.” Serenity warned, and just in time Wildfire lowered her step as, from a command from Mapper, the teal mare stopped pulling on the reins.

“Would you like release my Pet?” Said Mapper to Serenity, her white socked hoof hovering over her wife’s royal blue panties.

“If it pleases my Mistress,” Serenity said with an eager nod of her head.

Almost straightaway after Wildfire felt that same caring surprisingly gentle hoof again press on her crotch. “You too would like release my Pet?” Mapper asked kindly.

“Yes, Mistress.” Said Wildfire simply, having learnt her lesson before to just use the three phrases she was allowed. Without thinking she tried to nod her head, “AaaAAH…” she moaned, gasping with the pain flourishing in her dock and her already tiring sore wings.

Mapper at once caught the gasp from the little yellow mare, the experienced Dom correctly guessing her charge was nearing her limit. From what Tempest had reported back at the ranch, the pink unicorn was unsurprised to see the pegasus not surrendering to the pain that must surely be surging through her little body. At once it both impressed and alarmed her. She smiled, grateful that they were but ten minutes from Caffy’s place. “Such an eager Pet.” Mapper praised, “Tempest, should I give it to her now?”

Tempest, who had until now remained silent throughout the parade, shook her black maned head with a sly grin. “No, I don't think you should give it to her now.”

Mapper nodded respectfully, “She is precious to you isn’t she. Very well, I will deny her release for now.” Giving her wife a small nod she pulled her hoof away from Wildfire’s sodden green panties and turned to head back to the ranch.

“Nggh! Aaah…” Wildfire at once moaned at the agony blossoming with pulsing waves through her cramped extended wings and whimpered from the loss of the contact of the wonderful hoof. ‘Say ‘peaches’…just say it, it’ll all be over…’ She thought, but quickly banished that notion, so desperate was she to please and impress these ponies, she trotted along enduring the pain.

“Curb up.” Serenity warned after roughly eight more minutes of silent walking as they neared the ranches back yard, the very same entrance that Caffeinated, Dusk, Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire had used earlier that morning.

“Senior Pet, lead her around to the back and wait for me.” Mapper ordered as she watched the little mare step up and follow her wife around to the patio.

“Grass.”

Wildfire felt the grass under her hooves just as sweat began to pour down her forehead. ‘Say ‘peaches’…Pretty said it was okay to use the safe word…say it.’

‘No!’

“Gate. Lift wings.”

With a not to considerable effort Wildfire strained her already tired and aching wing joints, flexed her abused muscles and almost screamed in pain as she raised her wings upwards with just enough space to clear the gate. ‘Say it…admit you’re weak, go on…’

‘No!’

By the time Serenity stopped pulling her and the reins went slack, the sign to stand still, Wildfire was visibly trembling with the effort of holding her wings in their outstretched position. Tempted though she was, still she did not use her safe word.

After about two minutes, Mapper trotted around to the concreted patio, ignoring the cracked and shattered slabs where that fool Dusk had taken off, and stood in front of Wildfire. Standing there watching her sweat and bite her lip with the sheer effort to not cry out in agony, it was all the pink mare could do to not let her heart break for her. Instead, with a supreme effort of her own, she kept her voice even. “Are your wings tired, my Pet?”

Although she kept the scream from her lips Wildfire couldn’t hide the pitiful whimper as she answered, “Y-Yes…yes, Mistress…”

Immediately that the words left her mouth Wildfire felt Mapper and Serenity’s dual magical fields gently take hold of her tired aching wings, supporting them so the pain began to ebb away, and then she heard a sharp click as the clips from the sides of the bit were disconnected. Next thing she felt was the metal poles being pulled out from the round clips and finally the wing clips were carefully removed. “My lovely Pets, you may now have Free Time.” Mapper said kindly as she took Wildfire’s left wing in her magenta aura just as Serenity took her right, and together they slowly folded the limbs away. “You may not use the bathroom for any reason.”

Serenity bowed, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Likewise, Wildfire bent her forelegs, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Mapper, lest her emotions get the better of her, turned her back on the yellow pegasus and trotted over to the other two pegasi. “Airmail, Tempest,” she said quietly so as not to be overheard, “I think your lover can really use you right now.” She said, the concern patently apparent in her voice. “If you succeed in making her pee I'll treat you both to dinner next time we’re in the city.”

Airmail took a purposefully noisy step over to Wildfire waiting quietly on the patio by the pool, smiling as she recalled their antics earlier in the day. “You did well out there.” She said with a genuine smile.

“Sorry I wouldn’t let Mapper have her way with you,” said Tempest as she too came up on Wildfire’s right side, “But there were a lot of ponies watching.”

Wildfire welcomed the reassuring safe scents of jasmine and sandalwood that now surrounded her like a comforting blanket. “I…I did well, Airmail?” She asked as both mares began nuzzling her cheeks, one on each side of her. “Hmm…you could have let her Tempest, it’s not like I've never been used in public before.” She said, returning the nuzzles one after the other.

Tempest was very pleased right at that moment that Wildfire was blind. It meant she couldn’t see the saddened look on her violet furred face. “Yes,” she said, putting on a determinedly cheerful smile, “But I'm selfish and I want to only share you with Airmail right now.” She leant close to the yellow mare’s right ear. “Forgive me?” She whispered, close enough to cause the ear to flick in her direction.

Wildfire smiled. “Of course I do, silly.”

“This is no longer before.” Airmail said seriously, laying a caring hoof gently on the blind mare’s shoulder. “You are family to us now. I don't want what was before to make your decision. I want you to make your decisions for us and for yourself.”

Wildfire nodded solemnly, “I know Pretty, it's just…hard to get my head around, y'know?” This much at least was true. Wildfire knew she was free, free of Canterlot, the care home, of Amethyst Glory…but something in her being wouldn’t allow her to believe it. She was worried if she did then she would suddenly wake up, back in her cell all alone.

“Well…if you still want an audience we can get you your release here on the patio, or we can use the Mare's Room.” Tempest said with a grin, thinking of Mapper’s last request to Airmail and herself.

“I’d like to do it here, if that's alright with you?” Wildfire asked, flexing her wings involuntarily against her barrel as her muscles twitched, “I am glad Mistress released my wings.”

“If it wasn't okay love, I wouldn't have given you the choice.”

“Thanks Honey,” Wildfire smiled. ‘Honey’ seemed right to call Tempest, just as ‘Pretty’ suited Airmail. In her mind at least. To her Tempest was a sweet mare, very akin to her mother. Indeed, from just their short time together she reminded her of Silverbolt in many ways. “To be honest, I was almost ready to use my safe word, my wings were starting to really hurt.”

Airmail smiled, her azure blue hoof still on Wildfire’s shoulder. “Mapper is a very good judge of ponies and Serenity was looking out for you, right?” She asked of the teal unicorn as she trotted over to their little group.

“I like having another Pet around.” Serenity smiled, “You were fun to clean.”

“So were you Serenity, I think chocolate tastes even better when I’m licking it off of your lips.” She said with a giggle, a giggle which turned a little reticent. “I do wish I hadn't fell on that last step out of the though.” She wiggled her ass, hoping Airmail noticed, an idea creeping into her mind. “So, you gonna try and make me pee?”

Serenity narrowed her hazel eyes, scrutinising the little blind pegasus, mulling over her question. “Do you want punishment?”

“Oh yes, yes if I have earned it.” Wildfire eagerly nodded her agreement, ‘And, even if I haven’t earned it, getting punished means the Mistress cares, it means she likes me!”

Serenity giggled, “Wildfire, you're as bad as me doing naughty things.” All at once her light melodic tone became serious as she read the little mare. “But!” She said sharply, getting her attention, “The Mistress likes you. Being naughty will not make her like you more or less. It will just get you punished.”

“Tell her why you do naughty things.” Airmail said with a smile, hoping that this chat with Serenity would help the troubled mare.

Serenity answered quickly and easily, “I get high on endorphins, and I see if she catches me.”

“And?” Tempest pressed, wanting like her marefriend to help the blind pegasus.

Serenity smiled a wide smile around the bridle and the bit in her mouth. “And, if she doesn't catch me I confess.”

“I um…I noticed.” Wildfire started uncertainly, still trying to digest everything that was happening. “So…so um, what's classed as naughty?” She asked, trying to get her head around how different it was here with these ponies.

Serenity nodded, acutely understanding the little mare’s confusion. Indeed she had shared a similar moment of ‘awakening’ when she had first attended Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, when a hazing by her dorm-mates had turned the now thirty three year old unicorn into the pain loving Sub she was today. “You are a Pet, you have a lot more room than me. To be naughty is to do what she told you not to do. Like me eating chocolate earlier today. When you used the wrong words you were naughty.”

“I…I see.” Wildfire said, listening to Serenity explain it made it all sound so simple, so obvious. “So, if I break the rules, I'm naughty?” She asked with an eager smile. “So, who will punish me?”

“The one whose rules you break.” Serenity replied simply, “Only the one whose rules you break,” she added, pre-empting Wildfire’s next question before she asked it.

“We can have our own play time,” Airmail said gently, nuzzling Wildfire’s neck. “And, if you like I'll spank you without you being naughty, but it is more fun if you are.” She giggled, an idea coming to mind. “Like, we make a rule. ‘No moulted feathers left in the bathroom’. If you would like a spanking, you just leave a feather were it is easy to find.”

“Oh, ok!” Wildfire exclaimed happily, this was something she understood. “I like spanking!” Leaving a feather or two lying around every time she needed to be beaten seemed the easiest thing in the world. “So, Mistress will punish me soon?” She asked hopefully.

Serenity’s look became concerned, “What have you done to be punished?”

Wildfire thought for a moment before she answered. “I um…I used the wrong words, and embarrassed her when I fell.”

“Mistress already punished you for the wrong words.” Said Serenity with a shake of her head. “I was to guide you, so I was punished for you falling.” She paused for effect before continuing, “Mistress always does punishment right away, unless it is Free Time. Punishment always waits till Free Time is over.”

“I see…” Wildfire smiled. ‘At least…I think I do,’ she thought to herself. This was all so different, so…strange.

“Wily, I need to ask you a serious question.” Tempest said, drawing the blind pony’s attention. “Think before you answer, please.”

Wildfire turned her head in the direction of Tempest’s suddenly serious sounding south-eastern accent, wondering with a puzzled twitch of her scarred face what was wrong. Or what she had done. Or not done. “Um…okay Tempest.”

“It’s about the peeing we did earlier today.” Tempest started seriously, speaking softly but firmly, “Did you do that because you thought you had to, or because you wanted to?”

“Well, it's...it's complicated.” Wildfire stammered, trying to put into adequate words just what she thought. It had been a long time since anypony had cared whether she liked anything that happened to her. “I um…I do like it, I really do...but, I really wanted you to like me too, and I was taught to do whatever ponies like.”

Airmail smiled, “She likes it too. Me, not so much.” The azure blue mare lovingly stroked the little pegasus’s back. “Wily, if you want to do it, then that is fine. If you think we want you to do it, then that is not fine. You understand?” She asked her kindly.

Wildfire shivered under Airmail’s touch. “I…I think I do,” she cocked her head to one side, trying to process the notion that she didn’t have to do something if she didn’t want to do it. Such a thing seemed utterly laughable. After five long years she was somewhere where she could choose to end her punishments and where she could do what she liked to do, rather than what she was made to do. “It's so confusing!” She exclaimed desperately, “I really do like being peed on though, and I'd love you to do it again.”

Serenity’s hazel eyes sparkled, “May I suggest a game?”

Airmail nodded with a grin. “Go for it.”

“Sure, you do fun stuff.” Tempest giggled, “Wily, you in?”

“Yuppers!”

“Good.” Serenity smiled, pleased her friends were willing to play, and even more pleased her fellow Pet was in too. Now, she was determined, Wildfire’s education would begin. While she recognised a natural fellow Submissive in her, the teal unicorn also appreciated the sheer amount of mental damage caused by those evil ponies in Canterlot. “Mistress asked me to help you be a good Pet, but being naughty is what Pets do sometimes.” Lighting her horn, Serenity took up Wildfire’s reins in her hazel aura. “We should move over by the bushes.”

Feeling her reins being pulled with that same gentle pressure on the bit in her mouth that she had felt throughout the parade, Wildfire obediently followed, walking confidently until she felt the hard concrete of the patio turn to soft grass beneath her hooves.

Serenity waited patiently until Wildfire was stood with all four hooves on the grass, between the small scattered bushes that lined the sides of the pool area. “Please lay on your back and make your wings comfortable.”

“Okay…” bending her elbows and knees Wildfire lowered her belly to the grass, and, making sure her wings were tucked firmly to the sides of her barrel she arched her back and rolled over to lay on her back, the dappled early evening sunlight dancing off of her yellow fur.

Serenity then lowered herself down to lie next to Wildfire on her right side, her head level with her breasts and belly. “Being naughty is all about doing fun things. May I touch you sexually, Wildfire?” She asked kindly.

Wildfire almost burst out in laughter. Now they were asking permission to touch her. Nopony had asked like this for a very long time. She was accustomed to ponies just using her as and when they liked. “Of…of course you may, you don't have to ask.”

“It is polite to ask, so I ask.” Serenity tried her absolute best to not be offended, utterly appalled at the life this mare had endured. “It is always the way it should be. Mistress may give permission for me, but I must ask.” She continued, her melodic voice softening as she asked, “You understand?”

“Um...yuppers, I…I think so.”

Serenity smiled, gently nuzzling Wildfire’s breast. “Friends will help you learn. Mistress says you cannot pee.” She said, laying out the rather straightforward rules of her little game. “You must try very hard to not pee. This is the fun part. The three of us will try to make you pee. You understand?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I think I like this game.” Tempest sniggered, hunkering down on the grass between Wildfire’s open hindlegs.

“Airmail, you have the mouth,” Serenity said as the azure blue mare laid down by Wildfire’s head. “Tempest, you have her marehood. I have everything in between.” The teal mare smiled a very devious little smile. “Wildfire, you must not pee. No matter how much Tempest begs you to do so, you absolutely must. Not. Pee. I wish you luck, you naughty little pony.”

Laying there on the grass surrounded by the three other mares, Wildfire gulped... ‘Tartarus, this will be hard!’ She barely had the chance to process this thought when, without warning she felt a pony’s muzzle – who she knew from Serenity’s instructions to be Tempest – between her hind legs and, pushing the panties aside, get in her snatch begin licking and teasing her labia.

“Shower me with gold!” She heard the south-eastern accented voice call from her marehood, the hot breath on her moist entrance sending tingles of pleasure through her being. The little yellow mare opened her mouth to moan, as she did so Airmail locked her lips around hers in a kiss unlike any other she had been given that day. This wasn’t a rough kiss, but one determined to show her tongue could and would master Wildfire’s own tongue.

Just as she was melting into the dominant kiss, and the tongue teasing her rapidly leaking marehood, Wildfire then felt Serenity begin nibbling on her nipples, alternating from the left to the right, and then, when she thought she couldn’t take any more stimulus, a hoof lightly pressed down just over her bladder. ‘Hmm…th-that's…oooh that’s nice!’ She thought, unable to vocalise her thoughts as Airmail’s tongue denied her voice. ‘That's...cheating!’ She winced at the weight of the hoof on her bladder.

“I'm dying of thirst!” Tempest called, delivering a long slow lick from her tail-hole to her marehood, lingering torturously on her clitoris for a good few licks, causing Wildfire to wriggle and squirm, “I need that salty liquid in my throat!” She begged as Serenity continued to massage her belly, all the while teasing her nipples.

Momentarily Airmail pulled away from the deep kiss, breaking the contact of their lips. “You have got to fight back, love.” She almost commanded, before once again driving her tongue to invade Wildfire’s mouth.

“MmmMM!” Was all the sound the diminutive yellow pegasus could muster in response, ‘I'll try Pretty.’ Tentatively she pushed back against Airmail's tongue just as another groan of pure pleasure at Serenity’s massage escaped into Airmail’s mouth.

Although Wildfire couldn’t see it, Serenity had lit her horn. The devious teal unicorn had levitated over some of the pool water, held in two hazel spheres of pure power she manipulated them to slide over the wriggling mare’s forehooves. ‘What the buck…’ all she could feel was her forehooves encased in the cold water. “AAAAH…” she moaned louder, the massaging hoof was now stronger, increasing the pressure on her bladder just as her mouth moved down from teasing her nipples to help out Tempest.

“Please shower me!” Tempest urged, her tongue no longer alone as it delved deep into Wildfire’s sopping wet tunnel.

‘Damn...’ Wildfire felt the strong urge to pee build and build, ‘I'm not going to last much longer no matter how hard I try…’ so, she decided to stop trying to hold back the surging dam building in her bladder. “Lick me, please!” She begged loudly to the two mares at her crotch.

Now, at her begging request, both Serenity and Tempest battled over her slit with their tongues, lips and teeth. Airmail ran her hooves over Wildfire’s chest while still holding her lip lock and Tempest added her hoof to Serenity’s that was now pushing hard – almost painfully hard - with her massage.

‘Ooh...ooh buck it I tried...’ Wildfire thought as she gave in to the relentless teasing and relaxed her bladder muscles under the weight of the varying stimuli, the pressing massage, the oral assault on her marehood and the deep hard kiss. ‘Here it comes…’ with a deep sigh of relief she released her stream of hot golden pee, knowing full well that there’ll be consequences. “Aaah…that's better...”

Not moving an inch from Wildfire’s spread open legs Tempest allowed the almost never ending stream of steaming pee to pour over her face and muzzle, drinking down what she could, the rest spattering into the grass. “Thank you, love.”

As Wildfire’s stream finally petered out, Serenity started laughing loudly. “You are a very bad pony!” The teal unicorn then released the spheres of pool water and rolled over onto her back next to the yellow pegasus. “I'm a good pony,” she asserted. “A very good pony.”

“Yuppers...I'm a bad pony.” Wildfire breathed heavily.

Airmail giggled, “Do you think Serenity might be a bad pony too?”

“No,” Wildfire shook her head, “Serenity's a good, nice pony...I um…I did try to hold it.”

Airmail whispered in her ear, “Love, she isn't lying on her back to catch the last bit of evening sun.”

“Oh...oh I see.” Wildfire giggled as the realisation dawned on her. “It seems we're both naughty ponies.”

Serenity shook her head. “I am a good pony.”

“Wily, catch or massage?” Tempest asked with a sly grin.

“Oooh…ooh can I catch, Honey, please?”

“Well, I'm keeping my spot away from the tail.” Airmail said definitely with an air that wasn’t going to be argued with.

Tempest sniggered as she pressed lightly on the teal unicorn’s swollen bladder. “Roll over then, girl and get in position. This looks like one naughty pony.”

Serenity gasped at the contact, still shaking her head. “N-No, I'm a good pony.” She moaned, though with rather less conviction now than before.

Feeling her way down along the impossibly soft fur Wildfire giggled, “I want to taste Serenity's pee.”

“I'm a goo...” Serenity started before Airmail silenced her with a deep, hard kiss full of lust that wasted absolutely no time at all in taking over her mouth, her tongue easily pushing the unicorn’s out of the way.

Tempest began using both hooves to rub her belly, “Get a taste now.”

Wildfire arrived at Serenity’s marehood finally, and paused for but a moment, breathing in the heady scent of her musk, before extending her long tongue and giving her slit a little testing lick.

Serenity mumbled something inaudible into Airmail's mouth, the azure blue mare not letting up in her kiss for an instant as Tempest slunk lower down to join in with Wildfire licking away at the teal unicorn’s labia, getting Wildfire’s nose as well.

Busily lapping away Wildfire smiled, ‘Tempest smells of my piss!’ She thought as she kissed Tempest's nose before going back to licking Serenity, this time dragging her tongue from her tail-hole to her clitoris as Tempest had done to her, but wrapping her lips around her hard little nub and sucking hard.

“She is such a bad, bad pony.” Tempest teased, pressing ever harder into the massage of the unicorn’s bladder as Serenity sort of struggled, but not with a lot of effort at all, causing the violet mare to punish her by squeezing that much harder.

Giggling at Tempest, her muzzle sending delicious little vibrations up through Serenity’s core Wildfire continued to lick and nibble at Serenity's labia, before once more wrapping her lips around the teal mare’s clit and sucking gently.

“MmmMMmmmMMM!” Serenity moaned, her mouth still firmly locked in Airmail’s firm kiss, her back arching and her four legs flailing around – albeit carefully so as not to hit anypony – as her climax was getting nearer and nearer, and harder to push away.

“Time to take her over the edge and get you a drink, love.” With that, Tempest gave one last hard push with both of her forehooves deep into Serenity’s bladder just as Wildfire sucked particularly hard on her clit, and with a long deeply contented sigh Serenity finally succumbed to the stimulus and released a long strong stream of pee.

Wildfire, positioned at Serenity’s clitoris, was lucky enough to get the entirety of the slightly orange and earthy tasting stream in her mouth, swallowing with practised ease. ‘She must eat a lot of greens…’

Airmail then released her hold on Serenity’s lips, “I…I am…a bad…pony.” Despite this fact the teal unicorn smiled a wide smile as she gasped deeply for breath, laying exhausted amongst the bushes of Caffy’s ranch.

~ ~ ~

“Mom, please be cool.” Dusk begged of the larger mare as they both appeared from the nothingness of the void in a scintillating flash of bright blue magic, little ethereal stars glowing around the mother and son pair before twinkling away to nothing, the only sign of their teleportation the stench of ozone lingering in the air.

Princess Luna stood by her son and sniffed with an air of offended indifference. “Dusk, I'm sure I don't know what you mean.” She said, offering the midnight blue pegasus a sly smirk.

Dusk shook his head, clearing the residual haze of the long range teleportation with a grin as he led the way up to the main door of Caffeinated’s ranch, the moon settling high in the sky courtesy of his aunt back in Canterlot. “Mom…it's a party, these are my new friends...no Canterlot Voice please!”

“Oh…pfft…fine.” Luna smiled, shaking out her large expansive wings and folding them away to her barrel as she trotted up to the closed main door and knocked upon it with a silver-shod forehoof. While she waited for the occupant within to allow her entry the lunar alicorn glanced up to the stationary stars, each one in their exact position to the millimetre, with a giggle. ‘No imagination, Celly.’

After a few seconds of waiting the white door opened to reveal a blue / grey earth pony mare with a flowing straw blonde mane and strikingly sharp emerald green eyes who appeared to be in her mid to late middle age. “Oh Dusk, hello...” Thespian started in greeting, a greeting which ended suddenly with a comedic dropping of her jaw as she realised just whom the smiling pony was that was standing on her doorstep. Quickly, in the space of a few heartbeats, Thespian recovered her composure with a smile of her own. “Princess Luna, do please come in!” The earth pony mare stepped back to make room, noting how many there might be in the entourage.

The Princess inclined her head in a small polite bow, “Thank you very much. It's just me and my son.” Luna took a few steps forward, crossing the threshold into the foyer of the ranch. “Come on Dusk.”

With a slightly hesitant pause Dusk followed his mother inside the ranch, “Mom…pleeeease behave!”

“I'm sorry you're a bit late for a meal,” Thespian said, still slightly awed by the sudden appearance of not one but two members of the royal family in her house, one of them the Goddess of the Moon herself. Here. In her house. The very Princess that she herself had portrayed on stage during the Winter Solstice Festival. “But, there are leftovers I could warm up, or there’s still dessert on the table if you like.” She felt like she was babbling, rambling on. “Dusk, it’s so good to see you again, has that nasty business been taken care of?” She asked the young Prince, although despite talking to the stallion she never took her eyes off of the Princess.

At the mention of dessert Princess Luna’s ears noticeably perked up and her eyes sparkled. ‘Cake! Oh my there’s cake!’ She thought eagerly, very pleased she had decided to attend. “I would love some cake if there is any,” she smiled to her gracious host. “You must be Thespian, Dusk has told me about all of you. Please, I insist you call me Luna.”

As Luna finished speaking the last syllable of her name there came a loud raucous cheering from what sounded like the whole Night Court Assembly from the floor above them.

“Of course Luna,” Thespian gestured towards the large informal open dining room. “We have two chocolate cakes in this room. One with vanilla frosting and the other with chocolate frosting.” She finished with an air of pride at her baking.

“I'll definitely have some of the chocolate frosting one, please.” Luna practically bounced as she followed Thespian over to the dining area, “And yes, the 'unpleasantness' has been dealt with.” She cocked her head and flicked her ears at the sound of the cheering. “My apologies for crashing your party.”

“Yeah,” Dusk grimaced, following his mother over to the buffet tables as he realised just how hungry he was, after all he hadn’t eaten since his altercation with Mapper earlier that day. “We sorted the care home.”

“It's no trouble at all Luna.” Thespian said, picking up a cake slicer and a plate. “Some mares are putting on a show out in the patio. The balcony is upstairs if you’d like to watch. Shall I get you some cake now?”

Luna nodded eagerly. It was a rare thing for her to get a cake all to herself without her sister hogging it first. “If you wouldn't mind, Thespian. Cake first, then details, if you require them.”

Dusk walked down the table, piling on what was left of the spring flower sandwiches on his plate, as well as some chocolate swirls and a couple of parfaits. “I’m sure Stripes and Airmail are interested.”

Luna however only had eyes for the chocolate cake, which the blue / grey mare was cutting torturously slowly. “All in due time, manners, Dusk.”

Thespian nodded her agreement, “Yes that can wait…”

She was then interrupted by a middle aged pink unicorn mare with a pale brown mane - and the most striking magenta eyes she’d ever seen - that came trotting down the stairs, wearing, Luna noticed, a tight white corset and white silken socks that worked very hard to show off her natural curves. Upon seeing Luna and Dusk standing with Thespian, Mapper burst out laughing. “Thespian you are so busted!” Still laughing, she left the stairs and turned to head out for the pool.

“Ah, um…cake?” Thespian foundered, a faint tinge of a blush colouring her blue / grey cheeks as she held out the large slice she’d just cut.

“Thank you!” Luna lit her horn and took the cake, plate and all, in her magical aura, taking a tiny delicate bite, her eyes immediately going wide with a pleasant surprise at one of the most beautifully crafted cake she’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. ‘This mare can teach the cooks in the castle a thing or two!’ She thought with a smile as another mouthful found its way down her throat. “This is delicious!”

“Thespian,” Dusk started, ignoring his mother’s moan of delight. “How's Wily been?” Asked Dusk, his voice full of concern for his old best friend.

Thespian glanced out to the patio for a few seconds before turning back to the young stallion. “I believe Mapper is going to check on her now.”

“You say some mares are putting on a show,” Luna said between swallowing mouthfuls of the wondrous chocolate cake, the chocolate frosting coating her tongue just so, “What kind of show?”

Thespian’s blush was still in full effect as she answered. “Ah, it was um, an exhibition of oral sex with water sports.”

“Ooh...it's that kind of party?” The alicorn’s green eyes lit up, “No wonder you didn't want me coming, Dusk.” She smirked at her son, who in turn blushed so hard that she could almost feel the heat coming from him.

“Yes,” Thespian nodded, not a little pridefully, “A fun party for close friends to share their fantasies.” She said just as a yell from the patio outside filled the air, a yell that sounded to Luna like the pink mare that was just there laughing, “Who told you two that you could take your panties off!” Unflinching, Thespian picked up a glass in her hoof. “Luna, would you like some orange juice with your own brand of Moonshine added?”

“Mom…” Dusk audibly groaned, “Please be cool.”

“Oh, hush son.” Luna smiled a wide smile. “Had I known I would have brought Octavia.” The Princess made a mental note to possibly return here in the future. Dusk’s new friends seemed commendable ponies, if her son trusted them enough to leave Wildfire with them while they took care of the ‘carers’. “And yes, I'd love a Moonrise, please Thespian.”

“By Luna's left rear fetlock it is the Princess herself!” Came a startled stallion’s incredulous voice from the stairs leading down from the balcony level of the ranch.

Dusk laughed, almost dropping his plate on the table as he recognised that stallion’s voice. An earth pony who was, earlier in the day, deep in his throat. “That would be Sonic?”

Taken quite by surprise, and completely unaccustomed to being addressed so by what was – although she’d never use the term herself – a common pony, Luna joined in Dusk’s laughter. “By…by all my fetlocks it is I!” She managed to say through her giggles.

Undoubtedly and thoroughly expectedly Sonic’s exclamation bought with it calls of interest as more ponies come down the steps to see if this was indeed the Princess of the Night that had stopped by. “Dusk!” Sonic said loudly, “You didn't say your mom would be paying a visit! Caffy, I now rate this best party ever!”

Dusk shrugged his shoulders as he shot Sonic a smile across the foyer. “She insisted on coming back here after we were done at Canterlot.”

Luna couldn’t help grinning over at the purple earth pony stallion, who almost out of nowhere was joined by his pink husband. “So, you swear by all my body parts Sonic?” The Princess couldn’t keep the sparkle from her turquoise eyes. “I’m flattered. Most ponies use my sister.”

“Ahh…yes…” Sonic blushed a darker shade of purple around his cheeks, “I thought a fetlock would be safe.”

Trails stood by his partner and hugged his flank, brushing his grey mane from his dark green eyes. “This is a social visit, right?” He asked, a little nervously, remembering all too well, like everypony else did the scene that had led to the Prince’s abrupt departure hours earlier.

“Mom, this is Trails.” Dusk introduced the pink earth pony stallion with the black horseshoe cutie mark, who was now doing a cute little pose.

“Charmed.” Luna bowed her head in greeting. “And yes, it’s partly social, after all why should my boy have all the fun?”

“No reason,” Trails said with a shake of his head. “Though, he is both fun and talented. You up for hugs your Highness?” He asked with a grin all over his muzzle.

Walking down the stairs from the balcony, not even daring to believe the pony he revered could possibly be standing in his home, Caffeinated stopped still as a statue for a good few seconds as he saw that yes, indeed it was she. The lunar alicorn, higher royalty, here in his ranch! And about to hug Trails of all ponies. “Trails you feel her up and I'll punt you into next week.” He said warningly, finding his deep rumbling voice at last.

Luna merely smiled, putting her cake down on the buffet table. “By all means I accept hugs, Trails, though I insist on just Luna, please.” Casting a little smirk at her son she giggled. “I take it Dusk has already entertained you?” She asked, though the deep blush on both Sonic and Trails faces spoke volumes to the Princess. “And, if he feels me up he'd better be very good at it.”

With a smile on his muzzle that just screamed ‘I’m going to hug a Princess!’ Trails stepped forward to give the alicorn the offered hug, just as another loud yell came from the pool area, “Belle, your services are needed!” Called that commanding mare’s voice as the pink stallion gave Luna a polite hug. “I'll let the pros do the feeling up.” He said with a grin, “Yes, your son put his mouth where his...ahh...” he trailed off then under Luna’s amused expression. “Dug a hole on that one...”

“Your son is a proud member of the Stallion's Club, Luna” Sonic said, confidently coming to his partner’s rescue as he made sure to get his polite hug in with the Princess.

Dusk, about to answer Sonic’s comment, noticed Caffeinated now walking towards them from the stairs. “Hey, Stripes.”

“Well…it's about time he had some fun.” Luna grinned at her son as an olive drab unicorn mare with a pale green mane and a cutie mark of two socks as blue as her eyes trotted down the steps and out toward the pool.

“Luna,” Caffeinated rumbled with a low bow to the alicorn, “It is indeed an honour to receive you in my home.” The orange zebra greeted her with a smile. “Did you want some of your own Moonshine or some of that coffee I had sent over?”

Princess Luna returned the gracious bow, “And, you must be Caffeinated.” She said to the zebra stallion, “The honour is all mine. My Dusk speaks most highly of you.” She smiled as she saw Thespian emerge from the kitchen area with a tray of drinks in her mouth. “I will have a drink, Thespian is bringing me a Moonrise, and we’re celebrating.”

Thespian carefully, and with a practised ease, trotted over and placed the silver serving tray neatly in an empty space on the buffet table. “The one with the parsley is yours Dusk. Luna, your moonrise.” She said, offering the tray to the Princess.

Dusk smiled, reaching for the non-alcoholic version of his mother’s drink. “Thanks Thespian,” he said, taking his drink up in his forehoof.

Luna in turn lit her horn and levitated her Moonrise to her lips for a delicate sip just as Mapper, the pink unicorn mare, re-entered the entrance hall from the patio leading a teal unicorn – dressed, Luna noted with an appreciative smile, in a royal blue corset, socks and panties - by her reins held with her magenta magic aura whom in turn was leading a yellow pegasus who was similarly dressed in forest green lingerie by her reins held with her pale hazel magic. Luna’s smile widened, at least she was familiar with the pegasus. ‘The official reason I’m here,’ The Princess thought, somewhat sadly as she took another sip of her drink and the olive drab unicorn she assumed was Belle followed them inside.

Dusk nudged his mother’s barrel with a foreleg. “Mom, go easy on the ‘shine.” He said, taking a sip of his own drink just as Baron and Snowfall made their way down the stairs from the floor above now the show was over.

“I say, Luna,” Baron said with a smile, the older mid grey earth pony stallion inclining his head in a formal greeting to the lunar alicorn. “Children always think they know more than their elders.”

Luna giggled as she was about to take a sip of her Moonrise, “And, this one thinks he knows best, of course.”

Dusk, taking a long sip of his parsley moonshine, paused as he glanced over at Wildfire as she was lead into the wide foyer area, to stand alongside Serenity, Airmail and Tempest. “Looks like Wily had her fun.” Dusk smiled, looking his best friend over, trying to gauge how she was doing.

Mapper stepped forward to meet the young Prince, “Both my Pets have been bad ponies.” The pink unicorn inclined her head respectfully to the Princess. “Luna, I see you brought your own Pet.” She said, smiling politely at Dusk, daring him with her magenta eyes to try and answer her back.

Princess Luna smiled as she looked Mapper over. ‘Just as Dusk described on the way here,’ she thought with a wry grin. The aura of commanding power was palpable. Here was a pony worthy of Luna’s – everypony’s – respect, which was plainly obvious. Moreover that she was a fellow Dom as she herself was, piqued her interest also. She was curious to know this Mistresses methods and compare them to her own. ‘Still…business first then pleasure,’ she thought to herself. “I did, I can't leave him at home until he's trained.” She grinned, mostly at her son’s reaction to that, his drink spluttered over the tablecloth. “You are their Mistress, yes?”

Mapper stepped forward with a nod, “I’m Mistress Mapper, Mistress Luna.” For a brief moment the magenta eyes unflinchingly searched the turquoise, until after a second or two both mares shared a smile, each Dom recognising a kindred spirit in the other.

“Well met, Mistress Mapper.” Luna replied with an incline of her head.

Mapper simply nodded her head in response, “Pardon me, Luna.” She said before addressing the large orange zebra. “Caffy, we’re staying on schedule or will there be a delay?”

Caffeinated shook his head. “I see no reason to delay.” He said simply, his low voice rumbling through the foyer. “Luna, please feel free to join as you see fit.” With a reverent nod to the Princess, the zebra turned and with a hoof over his wife’s shoulder the two of them made for the stairs leading down to the basement level, followed quickly by Baron, Snowfall and the rest of the ponies that had been milling around the ground floor.

“Of course, Caffeinated.” Luna replied, her aspect becoming altogether more business-like, though this was one last piece of her royal duty she knew she wasn’t going to really enjoy. “Dusk, go and play.” She said to her son. As Wildfire’s friend, he was too close to her to be of any real use from here on out. To Mapper once more she turned as Dusk trotted off after Sonic’s disappearing blue tail. “Mistress Mapper, would you introduce your Pets?”

Mapper smiled, “Luna, these are a couple of naughty ponies.” Said the pink unicorn, stepping back over to the motionless Subs. “My Senior Pet, Serenity and Junior Pet, Wildfire.” Mapper made the introductions, indicating the teal unicorn then the yellow pegasus with a wave of her white sock-clad forehoof. “Both of you may grovel before Mistress Luna.”

Quick to obey, Serenity placed her chin on the floor of the foyer, folding her front legs under her barrel and lifting her flanks high in the air, her burgundy tail hiked up high and out of the way.

Airmail helpfully moved nearer to Wildfire’s left side and whispered in her ear, describing to her what Serenity was doing. Nodding, Wildfire copied what the azure blue mare had said to her, bending her forelegs and grovelling with her nose pressed to the floor and her rump as high as she could manage.

“Wildfire is a new Pet but I don't allow that for excuses.” Mapper walked around her two Pets, talking about the yellow mare like she wasn’t there. “Her friends do help a bit, which I allow.”

Luna appraised the two mares with a satisfied, critical eye. “As well you shouldn’t.” She approved of Mapper, a lot. She could tell just by the look on the pink unicorn’s face, that look of love and care for her Pets hidden just behind the Mistress façade, that this was a pony with whom she would get along. “They are well trained it seems. However you say they are naughty ponies?”

“Oh yes, very naughty.” Mapper’s magenta eyes twinkled. “I instructed them both to not pee, yet they still did so.” She said with a shake of her head that dislodged a lock of her light brown mane. “Would you care to inspect them?” At Luna’s nod the unicorn addressed the two grovelling ponies. “Pets, you will accept commands from Mistress Luna as if they were my own. Free Time is over.”

Right then Belle’s pale green mane appeared at the top of the stairs. “Mapper, we're getting started downstairs.” Said the olive drab mare, pointing her hoof down to the basement below them before turning and trotting back down.

Princess Luna slowly circled the two mares, carefully looking over both as her ethereal mane swept itself up into a magically created severe pony tail. “Your junior pet I know,” she said finally, after a few moments of silent inspection spent gathering herself for the undesirable task that she had to carry out from here on. “I would speak with her a moment.”

“Junior Pet, you are free to answer any question Mistress Luna may ask you.” Mapper said sternly as she took up a position next to the Princess. “Do not embarrass me.”

“Yes Mistress,” the yellow mare replied quickly.

Thespian then reappeared from the basement, the blue / grey earth pony accompanied by two others. “Luna, a moment of your time, if I may?” She interrupted politely.

“Of course, Thespian.” The alicorn turned to face her with an “Excuse me,” to Mapper and trotted over. “What is it?”

With a wave of her hoof Thespian proceeded to introduce the two ponies standing with her. “This is Requiem,” she pointed to the tall slender red and blue painted earth pony mare with a blue and red mane with inquisitive, alert green eyes and a black megaphone cutie mark, “And this is Longshore.” Thespian indicated the stallion, a well-built black coated earth pony with a long styled white mane, tan brown eyes and a crossed silver sword and quill cutie mark. “They tend to the house while we are playing in the basement.” Thespian explained, “They can take care of any needs you may have.”

“We’ll be in the dining area…” Longshore started with a polite nod to the Princess.

“…With all the cake!” Requiem finished for her husband, not-so-subtley dragging him towards the array of cakes still left on the buffet tables.

“A sincere pleasure to meet you both,” Luna smirked as Requiem made a beeline for the desserts. ‘Mare has her priorities straight…’ the lunar alicorn thought with a wry grin as she walked back to Mapper and the two kneeling Pets, and Thespian vanished back down the stairs to the basement. “Pets, you may both stand.” She commanded, her tone switching when she addressed them.

Like lightning, Serenity was quick to stand up to her hooves, her bridled head held high. A little slower than her fellow Pet, Wildfire nonetheless stood up to her diminutive height next to Serenity.

Seeing her with her head bowed and the dangerous look on Mapper’s face, Airmail quickly leant forward once more. “Love, lift your head up. Remember, this is not before.” She whispered quietly into Wildfire’s left ear.

“Wildfire.” Luna said clearly, getting her attention as she took a step closer to the yellow mare. “How are you?” She asked her as kindly and as softly as she could manage.

“I’m…I um…” Wildfire stammered, cocking her head to one side in apparent thought, aware of the expectant stares of those around her. In all truth she didn’t know how she was. Scared, excited, happy, angry, sad…all these things and more were running through the young pegasus’s mind. Finally she answered simply, “I'm...confused, Mistress.”

“As is only to be expected.” Luna said with a warm smile she hoped the blind mare would feel. “If you will allow it, I will touch my horn to your head and cast a simple spell.” She stated her request, looking to Mapper and at Airmail, in the absence of anypony else suitable, for their permission to proceed.

Mapper, for her part, did nothing. She didn’t acquiesce, nor did she refuse. She merely stood watching, her face unreadable. Airmail on the other hoof stepped closer to Wildfire’s left side. “Will this help her?” She asked concernedly as Tempest moved forward to stand next to her marefriend.

Luna nodded, “It will allow me to assess the level of damage she has suffered. Dusk mentioned she was…'fragmented'.”

“Will it change the pony we love?” Tempest asked, worry etched across her face.

“Her past doesn't hinder our love for her.” Airmail said boldly, unflinchingly staring a hole straight through the lunar alicorn. “I've seen far worse than that, and as bad as it is, to lose that would change her.”

Luna smiled. Here was a group of ponies willing to stare her down, then here was a group that genuinely cared for this young mare. ‘Do they love her, really?’ She wondered to herself, ‘After such a short time?’ Luna shook her head. Were Cadance here she would’ve detected it in a heartbeat. Alas, she wasn’t the Princess of Love. “She will not be harmed or altered in any way, I assure you both.”

Tempest smiled, Airmail however remained unconvinced. “Forgive me, but that has been said before when a mind has been wiped.” The azure blue mare said defiantly.

“Airmail is it?” Luna asked, to a nod of reply. Indeed, there was no introduction necessary here. Luna almost instantly recognised the blue pegasus from her special forces file. Her record there spoke for itself, as did the mare’s record in the more secret service that Luna herself operated. In both, Airmail had distinguished herself. “Dusk said you were protective of her. You have my word if she is harmed in the slightest I will go back to the moon. And you, Tempest?” She said, addressing the violet mare, “I well remember you from the phone call earlier.”

“Yes Luna,” Tempest nodded with a smile that did not reach her blue eyes, “Please, do what you must.” She nuzzled Airmail’s cheek lovingly. “I do love her. I'll trust you.”

“Thank you, Tempest. Wildfire, will you allow me to touch your head and cast my spell?”

Wildfire answered without hesitation. After all, a Mistress had made a request of her. Fulfilling it would please her and then Luna would like her again. “Yes, Mistress Luna.”

Lowering her head, Princess Luna gently and with extreme care touched the tip of her long horn to the centre of Wildfire’s forehead, and closed her turquoise eyes in concentration. A split second later a shining blue magical light spiralled up the grooves of her horn right to the very tip, which ignited in a bright glow when it touched the yellow mare’s fur.

Luna flinched the very moment the low level mind probe spell made contact with its subject. Almost immediately and with next to no resistance the Princess had access to Wildfire’s memories. Gently, with practised skill, Luna sifted through the shattered debris that was the pegasus’s mind. She saw everything. In an instant the past five years of this mare’s existence – she could hardly call it a life – was laid bare for Luna to see. So broken was she, so conditioned, she didn’t even attempt to resist even this low level spell.

Looking through the five years, it was all Luna could do to not cry there and then for this pony. Abuse layered on abuse, torture and neglect, fear, terror and unremitting violence had been this mare’s daily routine. Luna’s very soul screamed tears for this pony, that little part of her that was still the Nightmare howled for blood and vengeance, even though the act had already been carried out. What made this a million times worse was that this was no faceless random pony. Luna knew Wildfire. Knew her well, albeit through her son. She had watched Dusk grow up with this mare, she herself had laughed and shared jokes, as well as, on rare occasions, Moonshine with this mare. And now here she was. A pale shadow of herself.

A single tear leaked from her closed eyes as mere moments later Luna withdrew her horn and cancelled the spell, a deep sadness in her eyes when she opened them. There were no words to express how she felt, how Wildfire had been failed in every single way one of her citizens could possibly be failed. Eventually, through a forced calm she didn’t feel, she addressed the young pony. “You have my sympathies, Junior Pet.”

Wildfire stood before the Princess wondering when she was going to cast her spell. She had felt the touch of her smooth horn against her head, then seconds later felt it removed. “Um…yes, Mistress Luna, thank you.”

Luna glanced at the other ponies, to the blue and the violet mares. “Airmail, Tempest,” she started, quickly hiking her façade of authoritative calm back in place – she still had a job to do here, after all – “You say you love her? She'll need it. Her recovery will be a long and slow one.”

Again, Airmail looked straight at the alicorn. “Life is not fair nor easy, but that is how it should be.”

Tempest nodded her agreement, “She is with real family now.”

“Indeed, you are caring for her here then, in Manehatten?” Luna asked, hoping the answer would be a ‘yes’. It would make her job here that much easier.

Airmail frowned a little at Luna, then glanced over Wildfire’s back at her pink friend. “Mistress Mapper, may I ask your Pet questions?”

Mapper nodded straightaway. While she had been silent throughout this examination thus far, she fancied herself that she knew the azure blue mare well enough by now to know where she was going. “Junior Pet, you may answer Airmail's questions. You will answer from your heart and not what you may think others wish to hear.” The pink unicorn ordered simply, before turning to her wife. “Senior Pet, please monitor her answers.”

Obediently, Serenity nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

Standing to Serenity’s left Wildfire also nodded her understanding, more than a little scared of what Airmail might ask her. “Yes, Mistress Mapper.”

“Do you love me?” Airmail asked simply.

Wildfire smiled, ‘This is easy!’ She thought to herself. “Yes I do, Pretty.”

“Do you love Tempest?”

Again Wildfire smiled, “I love Tempest.”

“You are free, will you go back to Canterlot and take us or stay here with us?”

Straightaway without any hesitation, Wildfire answered. “I'd very much like to stay here with you both.”

“Will you share with us your pain, your fears, your hopes and your dreams?”

“I have already shared my pain and fears,” Wildfire started confidently, before faltering somewhat, “And…and, I'll share the rest, too.”

With that Airmail nodded thankfully to Mapper and gave Wildfire a gentle nuzzle along her cheek. “Luna, she will stay here in Manehatten with us, but we will not be caring for her. We will be with her and loving her so that she can care for herself.”

“I see.” Luna smiled a very genuine, very warm smile. “That’s all I wanted to hear, thank you.”

Closely watching the one pony in Equestria she truly loved with all of her heart, Mapper asked, “Senior Pet?”

Serenity gave her wife a knowing look in return, “Mistress, her last answer was hedged, but all were from her heart.”

Mapper nodded, satisfied with her wife’s answer. “I'll leave that to you Airmail, I've looked deep enough.” With that the pink Dom clapped her white sock-clad forehooves. “Well Pets, original rules now apply, amended to include that you treat Mistress Luna as you would me.” She smiled warmly at the Princess. “Luna, I give you free rein as I trust you care.” To the teal unicorn she said, “Senior Pet, lead Junior Pet to the dungeon.”

Wordlessly, Serenity bowed to her Mistress and lit her horn in her pale hazel glow and took hold of Wildfire’s reins draped over her neck and lifted them, gently tugging them as she trotted towards the stairs that lead down to the ranch’s basement level.

Obediently Wildfire followed the tug on her reins, and quietly Airmail and Tempest followed alongside her.

Luna smiled as she watched the four mares disappear down the stairs. She didn’t have to be Cadance to feel the love and affection on display here. It was as if it was physically here in the room. “You have punishment to meter out, correct?” She asked of the pink pony standing to her left.

“I think I interrupted your cake.” Mapper began with a grin, “Did you get your fill? Me, I like the one with Vanilla frosting.” She added, seeing that the alicorn had opted for the chocolate one. “I do have punishment, but they need to reflect on their misdeeds.”

“Mapper if you wouldn't mind, you give the punishments you deem fit.” Luna replied, her ethereal mane in its pony tail dancing flickering little stars that reflected from her crown and breast plate. “I wish to observe Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire some more this night.”

Mapper sighed as she walked with Luna to the buffet tables and with her magic reached for the cake with the vanilla frosting, “I can’t distract you then?” She asked, taking a slow bite that relished every little taste on her tongue. “Did you know Thespian collects plushies? Like to see them?”

“Thank you for the gracious offer Mapper, and on another night I would take you up in a heartbeat.” Luna said as she quickly helped herself to another slice of the wonderful chocolate frosted cake. Just because she was here and it was there. And it would be rude to leave it, wouldn’t it? “I regret I can't be distracted from my duty this night, although I do have a plushie for Thespian.”

“You do?” Thespian asked from the stairs, appearing as if summoned just by Luna mentioning her name, though she was moving very slowly as she made her way up the steps. Luna raised an eyebrow in a questioning look, but her answer was soon provided as Thespian crested the stairs. Over her shoulders and around her barrel she was wearing an expertly applied – to Luna’s practised eye - tortoise shell rope bondage harness, the bright red rope standing out against her blue / grey fur, the tight diamonds and knots placed just so to dig into her skin. Between her four hooves was placed a central ring to which hoof-cuffs were attached to an eight inch chain, effectively hobbling the earth pony mare, so understandably getting up the steps took considerable care. “That is very nice of you.” Thespian smiled despite her predicament. “Caffeinated wanted some more cake.”

“Yes, I have a Twilight plush for you.” Luna said with a smile, appreciating the skill with a rope that was evident in Thespian’s current attire.

“I’m glad somepony wants the vanilla frosted cake.” Mapper snickered at Luna, before levitating over a plate with three slices to the earth pony mare, who took it in her mouth, and started to walk past the hobbled Thespian towards the steps. “I'm sure she won't be running off, coming Mistress Luna?” She asked, not bothering to look over her shoulder at the blue / grey mare.

“Mmmph…hat is ovey, ut we can alk ater. Ust et cake.” Thespian mumbled around the plate she held between her teeth, causing a little drool to leak onto the edge of the cake as she turned as fast as she could to hobble back down the stairs, not wanting to keep her zebra waiting.

“After you, Mistress Mapper.” Luna followed after the pink unicorn, sparing the bound earth pony mare an amused snigger as she watched her struggle. “While we walk, what is your view of Wildfire?” She asked, her tone reverting to business-like seriousness.

Mapper sighed a little sigh as she started down the stairs. “She begged to be my Pet and to be my Slave. Serenity is my Slave.”
The pink mare answered quickly. “I had Serenity interview her to see if she was right for any of it.”

“And?”

“She has the makings of a good Pet.” Mapper replied after a moment’s hesitation at the bottom of the stairs. “She needs more confidence and love. Airmail and Tempest will give her that in spades. Serenity said she would make a bad Slave, so I let Wildfire know she was unworthy to be my Slave.”

“Very good,” Luna nodded, looking around this new hallway.

Mapper turned to face the alicorn, “Did you know Wildfire has beautiful eyes?” She asked seriously. “I'm sure she would have cried if she could. She wanted to know what would make her worthy.”

Again Luna nodded, though this time with a prolific sadness. “I sensed her eyes through her memories when I contacted her. Tell me, why was she unworthy?”

Starting to walk slowly forwards Mapper answered, “She doesn't know how to love. To be a good Slave you have to love your Master more than life itself. To be a good Master you have to love your Slave completely.” Now a definite hint of sorrow entered Mapper’s voice. “Wildfire doesn't know what love is, or how to love, only how to please.”

“I agree, from my contact with her, I saw what they did to her, what they turned her into. She is so desperate to please she'll happily agree to anything.”

“That last answer of hers.” Mapper said quietly, as if troubled. “She still hides some pain as she fears to let it go would lose herself. As for hopes and dreams, you have to have them in order to share them.” A thought struck the unicorn then, “What do you know of Airmail?” She asked curiously. “Seems you know something.”

“And she has no hopes or dreams, other than to please other ponies no matter the cost to herself.” Luna surmised sadly. It seemed her last duty of the day would indeed be a sorrowful one. “I know of Airmail through her reputation and her reports. She is very…capable.”

Mapper smiled. “Yeah, that is a word you can use.” She gestured with her forehoof as she began the little tour of the basement. “There is the Mare's Room and Stallion's Room with the wet room, in the middle.” She explained, pointing at each plain wooden door. That is the Gaming Room, and here is the Dungeon.” She paused outside a set of large double doors.

Luna noted each room had a corresponding sign and cute saying on the wooden doors. Indeed, under the plain sign ‘Dungeon’ was the saying, ‘Not the Moon’. “I also know Airmail is dangerously psychotic, which is why I must observe them in the Dungeon.” She giggled at the saying on the Dungeon doors, taking in the details of the basement. “An interesting set up here Mistress Mapper.” Interesting wasn’t the word. The Stallion's Room, ‘Need balls to enter’, the Mare's Room, ‘Leave balls at the door’, the Wet room, ‘The ocean is damp’ and the Game Room, ‘Eight bits’. “You should come to the castle parties. My Octavia would love you.”

“Bondage is the main stay here, as well as some discipline.” Mapper explained, “The couple upstairs, Requiem and Longshore, don't play, but do enjoy a show. Tempest and Airmail don't play either, but assist me. You may guess who is in the Mare's Club and our newest member.”

“Our own Wildfire.” Luna answered straightaway. “Mapper, I worry for her.”

“The setup is Caffeinated’s, to scratch Thespian's little itch. It grew from there. He comes to the carnival where I work to take all my plushies for his wife’s collection.”

Luna nodded, absorbing the information from the pink unicorn. “Wildfire has a safe word I assume? She understands its use and importance?”

“Wildfire is with Airmail.” Mapper said simply as though this was explanation enough. “I can't think of a safer place in the world other than with me. I don't love her though.” Mapper paused then, her sock-clad hoof on the wooden door. “She has one but the home couldn’t have cared less about a safe word. I, personally, get off on a pony using her safe word, but I can read a pony well. She paraded around with outstretched and bound wings. I got her home and out of that before she collapsed. I honestly don't know if she would have used her safe word.”

Luna sighed deeply. She was afraid of this. “Mapper, to be safe with Airmail and Tempest she needs to use it. I need to know she can use it if she needs to.” The Princess hated herself so much for what she was about to say. “To know she can be safe alone in the city I need proof she can look out for herself. Do you know her enough to make her use it? If not, I’ll have no option than to send her to another residential facility.”

Mapper hesitated for a brief moment, then she nodded, her magenta eyes pointed to the basement floor. “Yes, but it will come at a cost. I need to let Airmail know and for her to agree. She can keep Tempest in line.”

“Do what you must with Airmail. Get her on board.”

“You will have to deal that that male which is your son.”

Luna couldn’t help a small smile. “Dusk means well. Where is he?”

“You think so?” Mapper raised a sceptical eyebrow. “He’s a royal fool.” She said, staring at Luna unflinchingly. “Once I got a handle on Wildfire I couldn't even find the pieces to put her back together.” She sighed, “At least he acted when the shit was rubbed under his nose. All the stallions should be in here, it is a group activity. They stank up the Stallion’s Room earlier today.”

Luna smiled fondly. “Dusk’s heart is in the right place. Perhaps we should get Airmail and Dusk out here now and tell them both what I have in mind?”

Mapper shook her head. “It is a big room and Wildfire isn't a dummy. Plus, and more to the point, I don't think I could get Airmail out of that room. Are you going to order her out?”

“I never said she was a dummy.” Luna’s voice turned a little bit indignant. “Distract her then. I don't want to order anypony if I don’t have to, but Airmail and Dusk need to be on board.”

Right at that moment Thespian came carefully down the steps still holding the plate of cake in her mouth.

“Hi there crazy plushie lady!” Mapper’s face lit up with glee, the dominant part of her being loving to watch the blue / grey earth pony mare make her way awkwardly towards them stood by the Dungeon doors. “Let me get the door for you.” Thespian performed a picture perfect eye roll and with a rolling gait necessitated by the restricting hobble moved between the pink mare and the alicorn as Mapper held open one of the doors. “After you, Mistress Luna.”

Upon entering the Dungeon Luna paused for the briefest of moments. Mapper had described it as a ‘big room.’ Big was rather an understatement. It was huge, by Luna’s estimation at least forty feet square and fifteen feet high, though she noticed the corner to her immediate right had a right angle wedge cut into it, no doubt allowing for the foundations of the ranch. ‘It is a big room.’ Luna giggled to herself at the understatement as Mapper strode off to a central area where Serenity and Wildfire were stood side by side with Belle, Recital, Airmail and Tempest. Dotted around the bare brick walled room were many seating pads, more than enough to comfortably accommodate the twenty plus ponies, a good half of them in their various states of bondage.

“Belle, did you truss up my Junior Pet?” Mapper asked as she walked around the yellow mare, now sporting a similar rope shell to what Thespian was wearing, though her bindings were a jet black that stood out against the yellow fur.

“I did!” Belle proclaimed proudly, the olive drab unicorn wearing a wide smile on her face at her work, which was, by her standards, rather excellent. “It was a little different than working on Tinkerer, but not a lot.” Belle giggled, “No balls.”

Slowly, loudly clopping her hooves on the flagstone floor, Mapper walked up to Wildfire with a smile on her pink muzzle. “Do you like the feel of the ropes, Pet?”

Rotating her ears to track the hoof-steps, Wildfire answered immediately. “Yes Mistress!”

Appraisingly Mapper walked around her newest Pet and felt her up, her white socked forehoof caressing Wildfire’s pantie clad rump, inspecting the black rope pressing the forest green silken material into her marehood. “Knot over her asshole and knot on the clit!” Mapper praised her young friend’s efforts, running her hoof over Wildfire’s mound. “Good work Belle!”

Belle almost glowed. “Thank you! She was well behaved too.”

“Really?” Mapper nodded, “Were you well behaved, Junior Pet?”

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire exclaimed, her head held high and her voice proud.

“And Recital, did you truss up my Senior Pet?” Mapper asked the pale blue unicorn mare standing proudly next to a similarly bound Serenity, the teal unicorn sporting a tight royal blue tortoise shell rope harness.

Recital nodded, her dark blue mane bobbing around her horn. “Yes, just like Belle it was nice to work on a mare instead of a stallion.” She giggled, “Less parts.”

Nodding approvingly Mapper walked around and surveyed her beloved, lovingly running her forehoof over her rump, around and under her burgundy tail between the crotch ropes and knots. “You two trying to put me out of work?” She asked the unicorns with an amused glint in her magenta eyes.

Belle looked at Recital, Recital looked at Belle. Sharing the same thought they turned to Mapper quickly with a resounding “No!”

Mapper laughed out loud as Luna walked towards her, picking out a haphazard path through the many seating pads dotted around the Dungeon room, no doubt smiling at the excellent work on display, which she was. Walking over near Tempest who was standing as ever near Wildfire’s right flank. “Occupy Wildfire.” She said simply, lowering her voice to a barely audible level. Without waiting for a response the pink mare trotted over to Dusk, who was sat with Omega who had Sunshine in hoof-cuffs and a sheath lock, and Sonic, who had Trails in hoof-cuffs as well. Keeping her voice low Mapper whispered to Dusk, “Follow me.”

Startled from his reverie – enjoying the view of the bound stallions - Dusk looked up at Mapper, nodded silently and followed her as she trotted over to the far side of the large room. On her way there Mapper looked over at Airmail and, when the azure blue mare was looking back performed a series of ear flicks before leading them all over to a large toy box in the corner.

Once they got there Airmail quickly turned to Mapper and whispered, “Who's in trouble?”

“Mistress Luna is running this show now.” Mapper replied, her clipped accent a low whisper, “I'm playing along.”

Dusk looked from unicorn to alicorn, “Mom, what's up?” He asked, confused at why they were huddled in a corner of the Dungeon whispering when there was a show waiting to be put on.

Luna took a deep breath and plowed on, addressing the azure blue mare and ignoring her son. “Airmail, does wildfire have her safe word and understand its use?”

“Yes,” Airmail nodded, “We covered that quite a bit with Serenity in the Mare’s Room.”

“Has she used it?” Asked Luna, already knowing from her brief chat with Mapper the answer was ‘no’.

Airmail shook her head. “Never…wait…Mapper, you said you would…” her sentence was cut short as Mapper placed a white-socked hoof to her friend’s mouth.

“I understand she had her wings bound earlier,” Luna stated, looking from pegasus to unicorn. “Correct, Mistress Mapper?”

“Yes Mistress Luna,” the pink unicorn admitted with a deep sigh before explaining further. “For roughly one hour her outstretched wingtips were bound to her bit and tail to her bridle.”

“Was she showing signs of extreme discomfort?” Luna pressed on.

“Yes,” Mapper said with another sigh. Sometimes, just sometimes, things really stank. “Which is why I brought her back here and sent her to the backyard.”

“So, you ended it, not her?”

“Yes Mistress Luna,” Mapper nodded, “I ended that game. For the benefit of a new and unbroken Pet.”

“Wait, wait…while we were playing she told me she almost used it,” Airmail cut in desperately, for she could see where this was going, and she didn’t like it one bit. “Isn't that enough?” She looked at Luna with pleading eyes.

“No Airmail.” Luna shook her head with a definite no. “Almost will not suffice. I need to know for her own future safety she can know when to end it, and not let it be ended.”

“Well bu...” Airmail started with a stomp of her hoof before the pink mare once again stopped her with a hoof to the mouth.

“You don't trust me?” Mapper asked, a tiny trace of hurt in her magenta eyes.

“Mistress Mapper,” Luna forged ahead, oblivious to the interaction. Her only thought was this unpleasant duty, and getting it over with as neatly as possible. “In your experienced opinion, would Wildfire have allowed herself to suffer?”

With an indignant look on her face Airmail gently pushed Mapper’s hoof away for a second time. “I really do love her it isn't some pity party like she has already accused me of.”

“Mistress Luna, one moment, please.” Mapper started then fell silent with a faraway expression. Unknown to Luna and to Dusk she was silently communicating to her wife through the symbiotic telepathic link they shared. Few of her herd-mates fully understood this link, save to say that she and Serenity were more closely joined than perhaps any couple ever were.

Answering her unspoken summons Serenity came trotting over to the corner of the Dungeon where they were stood. “Yes Mistress?” The teal unicorn asked with a polite bow.

“Was Wildfire going to use her safe word during our parade?” Mapper asked without any preamble.

Serenity looked down to the flagstones for a brief moment before answering. “May I speak freely, Mistress?”

“Speak freely, Pet.”

Serenity shook her head. “No. She first thought about it around a half mile from home. Maybe every hundred yards after that. When she knew we were near the house she stopped thinking about it. When you made us go out back and went inside she thought about it some more. She was afraid to disappoint you though. That was when you ended it, Mistress.”

“I see.” Luna said sadly. Those two words in this context hurt her as if a dagger had been thrust into her heart. Sometimes, just sometimes, she hated her ‘duty’. “She is still obsessed with pleasing other ponies to the point of her own suffering, and she gladly accepts this as normal?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Serenity’s verdict was damning. “Then, the course of action ahead is clear.” ‘And may the mother of all alicorns forgive me for what I must do.’

Serenity raised her hoof and spoke up, the slightest trace of regret in her voice. “Mistress?”

Mapper glanced at her wife, knowing she wouldn’t interrupt unless she had a very good reason to. “Speak, Pet.”

“Mistress, Airmail knows of an event that will trigger her safe word.”

Airmail looked dejectedly at the floor while between them Dusk finally found his voice. If they were suggesting what he thought they were suggesting…if his mother was suggesting…but surely not… “Mom, you can’t, you surely aren't suggesting that?”

“Hush Dusk,” Luna silenced her son without sparing him so much as a look, because one more pair of accusing eyes and her resolve would break. Forcing her voice as calm as she could, she asked, “Airmail, what will trigger her safe word?”

“The. Bucking. Box.” Looking the Princess unflinchingly in the eyes Airmail pronounced each syllable with a venom the alicorn struggled to countenance.

‘Mother preserve my soul…’ Shifting into another gear that almost…almost made her lose herself to that small core of darkness that lingered in her being, Luna replied coldly, “Very well.”

Realisation dawned on Dusk. A box meant only one thing, The Pegasi’s Fear, that which they all dreaded above all else. “Mom, Mom you can't!”

“Quiet, fool!” Mapper snapped impatiently.

“Mistress Mapper.” Luna began, with the detached coldness of one announcing an execution. “I authorise this course of action. Do what you must to get Wildfire to use her safe word, and to know she must use it.”

The first thing Mapper did was to wrap Airmail in a tight hug. “I love you.”

“I know.” Airmail whispered miserably.

“I wouldn't do it earlier because there were no pieces left to pick up.” Mapper said, still holding her friend and herd-mate in the tight embrace.

“And now?” The azure blue mare shot the unicorn an accusatory glare.

“I will help you put her back together again.”

“Will she trust us, after this?” Airmail asked, deeply wishing there was something else they could do.

“Love,” Mapper smiled thinly, thankful that her back was turned to the crowd of ponies behind her as tears began to well in her eyes. “She doesn't trust us now.”

Seeing Mapper’s tears Airmail relented, just slightly. “Mapper…I can't hate you.” She said as she shot a look at Luna that screamed ‘but you I can,’ “But I really don't like you right now.”

“I can live with that.” Mapper sniffed, a single solitary tear streaking down her pink cheek as Serenity suddenly turned and left to resume her spot, standing next to Wildfire.

At this point the cold darkness had a firm grip on the Princess. “I really don't care if you like me or not Airmail. The other patients of that home were sent back to their families. She has none. I don't dispute your love for her, I question her love for herself.”

Another tear streaked its way down Mapper’s face, leaving a wet track as evidence of its progress, before she lit her horn with a bright magenta glow that seconds later left her face clean and tear-free. “Mistresses don't cry.” She said simply, getting her head where it needed to be.

“You’re full of yourself.” Airmail scoffed at the lunar alicorn, “I wasn't talking about you.”

Luna’s turquoise eyes blazed, her pupils turning to slits for perhaps a tenth of a second. “If Wildfire cannot or will not use her safe word I'll have no choice but to assign her another care facility in Canterlot.” She said with an awful air of finality.

“Gentle-mares…” Mapper said quietly and with authority, “We should not argue. It is show time!” She said loudly, and once more Mapper lit her horn, this time tripping the magical lock of the large nearby toy box. “Tempest, get your tail over here to help with the toys.”

Finally Luna turned to her son, “Dusk, do nothing or I'll remove you myself.” She said tersely as the midnight blue pegasus made to open his mouth to again object.

“Mistress Luna, you doubt me? I'm shocked!” Mapper, getting into her full ‘Mistress’ mode, smiled gently at the Princess before again turning to the angry blue mare. “Airmail, get your usual assignment. Today is suspension bondage.”

“The usual, Mapper?” Tempest asked as she trotted over to the toy box, her violet face bearing a look of mystified confusion at the delay that was shared by the rest of the assembled herd.

“Yes, Tempest.” Mapper replied, “Mistress Luna, Caffienated is sat at the best place to enjoy the show, do take the stud muffin with you.” The pink Dom said to Luna with a nod to Dusk, whose flustered expression raised a giggle from Tempest.

Luna nodded, “Very well. Dusk, you’re with me.” Turning her back to the three mares, Luna nudged her son with her wing and ushered him with her over to Caffeinated's position, taking two of the empty seating pads next to the large orange zebra and his hobbled wife, the latter resting against her pad rather than sitting on it while seated on the row behind them a hoof-cuffed Snowfall snuggled up to her husband, Baron.

“Airmail, what's up?” Tempest asked quietly from her position next to the well-stocked toy box.

In response Airmail gently nuzzled her marefriend. “Mapper is going to break Wily. I agreed with it.” She added quickly at the look of outrage on Tempest’s face.

In the centre of the large Dungeon, Mapper reared up to her hind legs with a loud clap of her forehooves to make sure she had the crowd’s attention. “Greetings Doms!” The pink unicorn declared loudly. “I have briefed Mistress Luna on what we are doing, so it is time for us to get started!”

Having completed the introduction Mapper dropped back to her four legs, firmly in control of the event. “I only inspected two ponies so far,” she said, trotting over to where Caffeinated was sat. “Let us see how the rest of you are doing.” Reaching the stallion’s position she smiled sweetly at the bound earth pony. “Caffy, enjoy the cake?”

Caffeinated returned the smile to his friend, “It was okay, but she drooled on it.”

“Really!” Mapper brought her forehoof to her mouth, feigning a show of stunned outrage. “Such a naughty pony.” Smiling, she carefully inspected the tortoise shell rope bondage and hobble, paying particular attention to where the rope and especially the knots dug into the blue / grey earth pony’s skin, making sure she wasn’t in any real distress. “We can't shorten the hobble or she won't make it up the stairs.” Mapper said quietly, almost to herself than to the assembled crowd. “I sentence!” She declared, standing back to her full height. “Airmail, present the tawse to Caffy.”

Straightaway Airmail delivered the wide leather strap to the zebra, who stood from his seating pad and got into position behind his wife. “Tail high.” He ordered shortly, smiling as Thespian obediently flexed her dock and raised her blonde tail up over her head. Luna watched with a smile as he took the tawse from Airmail in his mouth and rested it teasingly against his wife’s exposed thighs. Without any warning he wound back and with a resounding ‘SWAP!’ impacted the leather strap hard on Thespian’s left buttock.

“Nggh…AaaAH!” Came the pained grunt from Thespian and from the group a soft count of ‘one’, counting out the strike.

Again Caffeinated wound back with the leather strap, this time aiming for his Sub’s left buttock, again the group counted the strike, each well placed impact leaving a beautiful red mark as evidence of its caress. Caffeinated and the group repeated this until the count had reached ‘ten’, leaving tears streaming down the earth pony’s cheeks and her hindquarters a bright red from the repeated strikes to her cutie marks, her thighs and her butt. Taking a moment’s breather, Caffeinated granted his wife a brief respite as he walked slowly around to Thespian’s muzzle, and proceeded to lovingly lick the tears from her face, quietly whispering something in her ear and smiling when she whispered back. “She is unrepentant for drooling on my cake!” The zebra Dom declared to Mapper.

“Tempest, the cane if you please.” Mapper requested of the violet mare as Thespian’s green eyes went wide with barely contained fear and desire, shivering in place against the seating pad.

With a polite nod of his head, Caffeinated took the long flexible bamboo cane, about half an inch wide, in his mouth and rubbed it gently over Thespian’s tender reddened cheeks.

‘SWAP!’ the cane sang through the air, landing on the sweet spot, the perineum between his bound wife’s marehood and anus, causing Thespian to hop forward with a howl of pain.

“AAH…OooOOW!” Thespian cried as she worked to steady herself on her hooves, fresh tears of pain and pleasure running down her cheeks.

“Baron, would you kindly steady your daughter please.” The orange stallion requested of his father-in-law, the older earth pony stallion moving from his seating pad to stand in front of his daughter, his head placed under her head and against her chest. Again and again Caffeinated sent the cane down with pinpoint accuracy, selecting the tenderest spots on his wife’s exposed rear.

The count went to three, three stinging strikes of the cane. By the third Thespian’s tears were leaking all the way down into her father’s blonde mane. ‘SWAP!’ the cane sung a fourth time, this time landing squarely on the blue / grey mare’s tail-hole with a force enough to make her dance on her hooves. “AaaAAAH!” She screamed, before resting her chin down on Baron’s head. “Lemons!” She cried out when she could next draw breath.

Smiling with satisfaction Caffeinated turned back to Tempest who had been quietly watching the scene and returned to her the cane, and as the violet pegasus took it back to the toy box the zebra wasted no time in gathering his wife up in his hooves. “Thank you, Sir.” He said with a nod to Baron who returned to his wife.

Taking care to kiss away each and every one of Thespian’s tears, Caffeinated nodded to Mapper. “She is forgiven.” He rumbled in his deep voice, never once letting go of the tight hug.

Standing over near Serenity, Wildfire, while she obviously couldn’t see what was happening could hear every last detail of the last few moments. She heard every ‘swap’ of the tawse and the cane, every thudding impact of implement upon hide, every gasp, squeal and scream of pain from the punishment hoofed out to Thespian. In her head the yellow pegasus counted along with the group, reaching fourteen before she heard the earth pony say 'lemons', and just like that it all stopped. 'Fourteen?’ Wildfire thought to herself with pride, ‘I know I can take that…I’ll show them…I’ll show Mistress Mapper I’m worthy of her!'

Moving on down the arrangement of seating pads Mapper paused, the grin on her face almost predatory. “Master Topper, where did you get that outfit for Lavender?” She asked the huge earth pony stallion sweetly.

Topper returned the grin with one of his own, one that reached his twinkling violet eyes. “From MiAC, Mistress Mapper.” He replied simply, referring of course to the Manehatten branch of the Mi Amore Cadenza range of strictly adult toys that the Princess of Love had made famous across Equestria.

Leaning up in his seating pad to get a better view Dusk couldn’t help but smile at the sight. All he could see of Lavender was her red tail and her nostrils. The rest of the tan earth pony mare was completely hidden away under a very tight form-fitting bright blue PVC sensory deprivation body suit, her four legs bound together with hoof-cuffs. While Dusk had heard of them, of course, he’d never seen one. The very thought of being constricted like that made his skin crawl under his fur.

Lowering her head, Mapper took her time to inspect the suit, noting there were no spaces at all for her ears or her eyes. “Noise cancelling earphones?” She asked inquisitively.

Topper nodded, “Yes Mapper.”

Mapper looked closely at the tan mare’s muzzle as it was larger than normal, “Ball gag?”

Again, the massive brown earth pony stallion nodded, before raising a hoof to brush his blue mane out of his eyes. “Yes, Mapper.”

“Oooh, toys inserted?” She asked as she saw Lavender suddenly twitch and wriggle from an unseen stimulus.

“Yes Mapper, both holes.”

“And what has she done to earn this?” Mapper asked curiously.

“She was gossiping about events at work.” Topper explained, the large earth pony as ever conservative with his words.

Putting a scandalised look on her face, Mapper turned to Airmail. “Airmail, it seems your employee is a gossip!”

Tutting out loud Airmail shook her head. “Shameful.” She said, disappointment rife in her voice.

Turning back to Topper and Lavender, Mapper asked, “How long has she been in this?”

“Forty minutes now.” Topper replied, checking the large white wall clock.

“Let’s see if she can make an hour.” Mapper said with a smile. “Can you turn up the toys?”

Topper smiled an evil smile, “Yes Mapper, they are on medium now.” Raising his right foreleg he turned a dial on the control sleeve he wore, turning the toys buried deep in Lavender’s marehood and anus to their ‘high’ setting, causing the tan earth pony Submissive to wriggle all the more, though she remained standing.

“I love it Topper, that should show you shouldn't gossip.” Mapper spared the couple one last smile before moving on around the half circle of seating pads and stopping at Recital and her husband Trumpet. “Recital,” she said, addressing the pale blue unicorn mare with the dark blue mane, “Thank you once again for dressing my Pet. So, what has Trumpet done lately?” She asked, waving a hoof over the dark red unicorn stallion who was bound with hoof-cuffs on his front and hind legs, securely blindfolded and with a pale blue sock on his horn the colour of his wife’s fur.

Wildfire heard Mapper praising another punishment, heard her Mistress talking with a stallion she thought she recognised about an hour time limit. The diminutive pegasus couldn’t help but smirk to herself. ‘Ha…I can beat that…an hour is nothing!’

Recital turned a sorrowful, mournful look towards Mapper, her emerald green eyes believably on the brink of a tearful breakdown. “I believe I have neglected him, because he is not pleasing me in bed.”

Mapper looked aghast. “A fine stallion such as this?” She asked incredulously, running a hoof along Trumpet’s dark red coat.

Theatrically, with a hoof to her forehead, Recital nodded. “Unfortunately yes, most disappointing.” She said critically as her stallion’s ears drooped, slicking back to his scalp.

“Hmm…” Mapper said thoughtfully, “Could be a case of too much blood to the brain. You need to draw it would where it is most needed.”

Eagerly, Recital nodded her agreement. “Yes, the beam maybe.” She said, her comment sending a shiver of fear and excitement through the dark red stallion’s body.

“I agree.” Mapper nodded, “I suggest the cat o’ nine tails.”

Recital gave a moment’s pause, and when Trumpet nervously shook his head the pale blue unicorn smiled and nodded. Sliding gracefully from her seating pad she led the stallion over to the opposite corner of the Dungeon where a perpendicular metal beam awaited them. “Up and over.” Recital ordered her blindfolded husband, who obediently rears up to his hind legs and allowed himself to be led forwards until the beam was resting under his chest. She then secured the hoof-cuffs to the base of the beam.

Standing quietly by Serenity Wildfire’s confident smirk slipped from her face when she heard Mapper mention drawing blood. Cocking her head to her left she could hear the tell-tale sounds of a pony being restrained nearby, and Mapper suggesting a whip.

Using her mouth, Recital took hold of the nine tails when Airmail brought it over to her. Taking aim at the stallion’s hindquarters she swung it in a vicious arc, the knotted leather thongs of the whip stinging him as they wrapped around his thighs and his sheath.

“YaaAAH!” Trumpet yelped then immediately bit his lip to keep quiet, his exposed butt twitching involuntarily over the beam.

Lighting her horn in her emerald green aura, Recital held the whip in her magic to allow her to speak. “Make it hard for me!” She commanded, now using her magic to really let loose. One strand of one swipe wrapped itself around his ballsack.

“Nggh! Nggh AAAH!” Trumpet couldn’t help grunting in pain, twitching and hopping over the beam. With a slow but steady pace Recital then began to alternate her swings from left to right, her strokes not giving the bound unicorn stallion chance to predict where or when the next strike would come from. Underneath his body Trumpet’s shaft started to extend and harden from its sheath, getting ever harder with each unerring strike of the whip.

Noticing this pleasing reaction, Recital aimed a strike squarely at his hardening cock. “I want a pillar of stone!” She commanded, not letting up in the slightest as she continued to whip him.

Hearing the repeated sounds of the whipping, and agonised grunts of pain, Wildfire’s mind began to swim back to her days at the care home. She wasn’t scared though, far from it. This was familiar, this was safe. This was something she knew very well.

Now at full mast, Trumpet was a rather impressive sight to behold. His rod of iron quivers with each whipping until the count hit twenty. Seeing her beloved husband fully erect, Recital’s horn lit up and the cuffs sprung loose from their bindings on the base of the beam. Taking the apparatus in her emerald green aura she quickly moved the beam out of the way to the side and like a flash she was under her blindfolded partner. “Buck me hard!” Recital’s needy marehood was soaking wet from the whipping of her mate and, like a well-trained Pet, he was in her quickly, his deep red fur a considerably brighter red around his ass, where little trickles of blood ran where Recital had broken his skin.

‘That’s impressive…’ Wildfire thought as she heard the whipping reach a count of twenty. She remembered not so long ago, maybe a month, the last time she had been ‘properly’ punished by her Mistress Amethyst. She had been made to wait while the others had been beaten and trained. Wildfire recalled how she would pace herself against the other patients, taking pride in taking more than them. ‘Hmm…I smell blood…’ She sniffed the blood in the air...she'd smelt her own many times before.

“Hello, Sonic,” Mapper moved on to greet the purple earth pony stallion while Trumpet enthusiastically rutted his wife. “I see that had an effect on you.” The pink unicorn mare peered underneath Sonic’s body at his hardened length shamelessly on display.

Sonic, noticing Mapper looking, laid on his side to further show himself off. “By Luna's left teat it did!” He said proudly, earning a snorted laugh from the lunar alicorn seated not far away. “Damn him for being straight.”

Casting a critical eye over Trails, Mapper smiled her sweet little smile. “Have you been a bad pony?” She asked, her tone disarmingly innocent.

“Yes, Mistress Mapper.” Trails answered her straightaway.

“Nice cock bondage there Sonic,” Mapper complimented her fellow Dom as she inspected the submissive pink stallion. “I’m pleased to see you have been practicing.” She paused though when she saw the sleeves around his lower legs. “Why the hoof sleeves?” She asked, genuinely curious as she looked closer at the sleeves that tightly bound Trails’s forelegs together and his hind legs together too, secured with tight straps over his shoulders and flanks.

“Helps him learn his place.” Sonic said with a shrug of his shoulders.

‘Learn his place…’ Wildfire thought as she listened to the conversation. This she understood. ‘I learnt my place, and I know it.’

“What did the naughty pony do?” Mapper asked, her voice still sweet. Looking away to the side though Trails didn’t answer her. “Are we not talking?” She asked with a feigned hurt expression on her face. “So, Master Sonic, what do you suggest?” The pink unicorn asked the smiling purple stallion.

Grinning a wide grin Sonic shot a knowing look over to the olive drab mare sat by Tinkerer. “Belle.” He said simply.

“A bit harsh,” Mapper said quietly as Trails let out an involuntary whimper, “What did he do?”

Sonic cast a stern glance at his wriggling whimpering partner, enjoying every second of his adorable pink stallion’s distress. “He needs to tell it to the group.”

Nodding thoughtfully Mapper looked Trails square in the eye. “Well?” She asked again, though Trails shook his head mutely and looked away.

Wildfire heard Mapper’s voice, heard the mocking taunting tone...a tone she recognised and understood. A tone that sent her troubled mind straight back to the care home, to her stood there in the Dungeon, Mapper sounded precisely like Amethyst Glory when she would delight in taunting her. This was all too familiar. ‘My turn will come. My turn always comes…I’ll show them all what I can take.’

“Why not let him think on his punishment now that he knows what it is.” Mapper smirked at the bound pink pony. “Maybe he will confess.”

Seated beside his partner, Sonic acquiesced with a nod, “Okay Mistress Mapper, we let him stew…” the purple earth pony stallion bought his lips right next to his Sub’s ear and whispered, “But not for long. Belle is waiting.”

As Trails gave voice to another delightful whimper, Mapper again walked along the line, this time stopping at Belle and Tinkerer. “Hello love,” the pink unicorn addressed the olive drab mare with a polite incline of her head. “Thank you again for the fine work on my Junior Pet, and I see you have your lovely husband dressed the same.” Mapper lowered her neck and took a long hard look under the dark forest green pegasus, “Did Sonic show you that cock bondage?”

Belle, her light green mane now pulled back in a very severe pony tail, smiled back at her fellow Dom, “He did and it was sweet of him.” She said silkily, her horn lit with a dark blue glow that stroked along her bound husband’s back and wings, earning her a smile from the stallion.

“Has he been a good boy?”

Belle nodded, “Yes he has, so I'll let him stay in this all the way home.” She said, magically twisting the rope harness that was secured tightly around her husband’s body, causing Tinkerer's smile to widen.

Wildfire shivered involuntarily, Amethyst’s old taunts swimming around her head. Still she stood determinedly. Today she'll show her. Today would be the day she made her Mistress proud. When her turn came she'd finally make the Warden happy.

“I brought a soft overcoat for him.” Belle explained to Mapper.

Mapper nodded appreciatively, “Well planned girl, well planned.” She gave Tinkerer a light kiss on his cheek before moving on down the line.

“Hello Omega,” Mapper paused as she greeted the eggshell white unicorn stallion with the turquoise mane. “Interviewed Mistress Luna yet?”

Omega smiled a smile that reached his twinkling brown eyes as he shook his head. “Not yet, Mistress Mapper, but the night is still young.” He replied with a wink.

‘Warden...Warden…wait, no…no…’ Wildfire in a state of confusion she shook her head. That just didn't sound right anymore. ‘It's Mistress now…not Warden…Mistress…’ It was confusing, but to Wildfire it didn't matter, ‘Punishment is punishment.’

Both Mapper and Omega looked over to Luna and winked together, and straightaway the lunar alicorn returned the wink with a nod and a smile.

Save for the almost obligatory hoof-cuffs, Sunshine looked undressed until Mapper took a look under his barrel to closer inspect the cream earth pony stallion. “My, what did this naughty pony do to deserve a sheath lock?”

“I caught him masturbating twice today.” Omega explained with a smirk on his face. “Between the Stallion Club meeting and dinner.”

“My, my, my…” Mapper tutted derisively, “Such a sex crazed stallion you have, Master Omega.”

Amidst all the new sounds, the smells, the mocking taunts from Mapper…Wildfire, left to stand by Serenity, struggled to make sense of it all. ‘It's…it’s all so confusing…it never used to be confusing.’ It was simple before, it was easy. The new pony, Airmail…she’s the one that confused her, saying she loved her. ‘Nopony loves me, Mistress Amethyst said so...’

“So what is your master plan, Omega?” Mapper asked with a smirk.

Sliding from his seating pad Omega moved up behind Sunshine and started to gently massage his Sub’s nut sack with a forehoof while delivering a slow lick under his blue tail. “Work him like this until he begs me on bended legs to take it off.” The eggshell white Dom said simply, his hoof now working in slow circles around Sunshine’s heavy balls.

Loudly Mapper laughed. “Well…that should be a quick few minutes.”

Again, though Mapper spoke it was Amethyst Glory’s taunts that Wildfire heard in her head. She stood proudly next to her fellow Pet. The diminutive pegasus was determined. She would make her Mistress love her today when it was her turn. She'd go that bit further, just for her. Then she was sure to avoid the box. ‘Ugh…’ she shuddered in her tight ropes. ‘Anything but that box...’

“Master Baron and the blank flank,” Mapper snorted derisively as she made her way fully back over to where she started, addressing the much older earth pony couple seated over behind Caffeinated and a recovered Thespian, though the blue / grey mare was still being held in the orange zebra’s tight loving embrace. “How are you today, Sir?”

While Baron stood to his hooves, Mapper inspected the pure white mare very carefully. While this was a play, to her a pony’s safety was not a game. And, while she would never ever, in her role as a Dom or as a friend, suggest that the mare in her sixties couldn’t handle the bondage, that didn’t mean she couldn’t take the extra few seconds to make sure everything was applied ‘just so’. Between Snowfall’s front and hind legs were a four foot long spreader bar attached by D rings to well-padded hoof-cuffs. Joining the two bars together was a longer metal bar as long as the earth pony’s body, forming a stretched capital H shape.

Satisfied everything was in order, Mapper resumed her stern façade. “I assume she still hasn’t learned?”

Sadly Baron shook his blonde maned head, “She has not, Mistress Mapper.”

Nodding her understanding, Mapper pointed her sock-clad hoof to the spreader bars and the cuff. “I'm going to need those later, will you leave them out for me?”

Baron nodded, “Of course, Mistress Mapper.”

As Wildfire thought of the dreaded box her thoughts began to drift towards the new pony, Airmail. She recalled the talk they had, about the box and a word they had discussed earlier.

“Caffeinated,” Baron said, drawing the zebra’s attention, “Some help with your mother-in-law, please.”

Standing from his seating pad, and carefully removing himself from the tight cuddle he was sharing with his still bound wife, Caffeinated moved up to the row behind them and stood next to Snowfall while Baron went over to the wall and lowered a cable that ended in a ring with two short cables coming off of the ring. Using his mouth, the mid grey earth pony stallion quickly connected the short cables to the ends of the long central bar. “Who is a pretty mare?” Baron asked sternly.

“I'm not.” Snowfall muttered, her grey eyes firmly glued to the flagstone floor of the Dungeon.

Without another word, Baron moved back to the wall and lifted the hoof-operated cable. As the slack of the cable grew taught it began to lift the bound earth pony mare off of the ground and Snowfall toppled over, to be caught by Caffeinated’s strong reliable hooves. The mid grey stallion kept pulling the cable to lift his wife off of the floor until her pure white mane just barely touched the flagstones.

Once his task was complete Caffeinated went back to his wife, resuming their cuddle-fest in earnest as Luna leant over to Dusk and whispered quietly, “I'm thinking of trying these on Tavi when we get home, you know how your mother is.”

Baron then picked up what looked like a plain old broom in his forehoof. “Who,” he asked again, “Is the pretty mare?”

“I'm not,” Snowfall repeated, swaying upside down in the suspension rig. “I'm old.”

Snorting, Baron wordlessly pushed his wife with the broom and Snowfall stared to spin in a slow circle centred upon the cable hanging from the Dungeon ceiling. Though spinning slowly at first, Baron gradually increased the speed of the spins as he repeated the question and the elderly mare stubbornly refused to admit she was pretty.

Faster and faster he spun the rig, relentlessly asking the same question over and over again, while Snowfall kept shouting out the same answers, “I'm old! I'm ugly! I'm horrible! I'm plain!”

Mapper, making sure to make enough noise to not cause surprise moved up between Luna and Dusk. “Can you guess her safe word?” She asked Dusk in a low whisper.

‘Safe word…’ Wildfire thought as she heard Mapper close by. ‘Airmail said to use a safe word to avoid the box...peaches…my safe word…’

Dusk watched the scene with Mapper and his Mom, the rapidly spinning mare making him dizzy himself, “Um…beautiful?” He offered after a moment’s consideration.

“Who is the pretty mare!?” Baron asked once more, now yelling the question as he spun Snowfall so fast she was but a white blur held in mid-air. She was holding out longer than usual, thanks to that dratted couple on the subway earlier, though not too much longer, if he was any judge of his dear wife.

Sure enough after two more revolutions, Snowfall - now hopelessly dizzy and on the verge of vomiting - started desperately shouting, “I'm pretty, I'm pretty!”

Immediately upon hearing the safe word, Baron used the broom held in his hoof to slow her down and once more Caffeinated moved over to lend a hoof when she was finally lowered. “Yes,” the mid grey stallion smiled tenderly at his beloved. “You're pretty and don't you forget it again.”

Wildfire heard a familiar mare shouting ‘pretty’. ‘Airmail is Pretty. Airmail made me feel safe.’

Once she was out of the hoof-cuffs and the spreader bars Caffeinated helped Snowfall onto Baron’s back, the dizzied earth pony mare muttering “I'm pretty…” over and over as a line of drool leaked from her lips.

Mapper smiled at Dusk and Luna. “A nice play on safe words. Of course, being called a blank flank all your life doesn’t make you feel pretty.” She said sympathetically, referring to the fact that Snowfall’s cutie mark of three silver-white snowflakes was barely visible against her pure white fur.

‘Pretty...’ the word made Wildfire think of Airmail. As she did so her thoughts of the old care home vanished, the remnants of a life she no longer had to endure evaporating into the ether. She didn’t know why it was so confusing, she just knew she isn't there anymore, she's here, with Airmail.

A loud thud sounded across the Dungeon as the wriggling form of Lavender toppled over onto the flagstone floor. “Topper, how long?” Mapper asked, her – as well as everypony else’s – attention drawn by the sound of pony meeting the floor.

“One hour and twenty four minutes.” Topper replied, concern etched on his brown face as he reduced the intensity of the toys lodged deep inside his wife back to low and crouched down to check on her with two taps of his hoof to her exposed nostrils. Feeling the coded request the PVC encased mare frantically shook her head ‘no’. “She’s fine.” Topper said simply, “Just wanted to lie for a spell.” He smiled, turning both of the toys back up to ‘high’ and enjoying the adorable twitches Lavender was making in her suit.

Happy that nothing was amiss, Mapper turned and walked back over to Trails. “Going to confess?” She asked the pink stallion, who turned his head away, refusing to answer her. Grinning she looked at Sonic, who in turn nodded and looked away. “Belle!”

‘I…I’m not at the home…I’m here, here with my Pretty…’ Certainty gave Wildfire confidence as she listened to all this happening. The voice she heard wasn't the Warden, it was her Mistress. Her new Mistress.

Answering Mapper’s loud summons, the olive drab unicorn mare left Tinkerer’s side and trotted over to stand by the pink unicorn’s side in front of Trails, the tied up pink stallion shivering so hard in the tightly secured hoof-sleeves he fell over.

Mapper looked down at him and smiled a sweet, dangerous smile and he closed his eyes to escape her magenta gaze.

Kneeling down in front of the fallen stallion, Belle too had a smile on her face, and it definitely was not the pleasant friendly sort of smile either as the olive drab mare lit up her horn, surrounding Trails’s whole body in her dark blue aura. Almost immediately Trails began to jerk and it looked like he was biting his lips as Belle’s spell started to take its effect.

From his vantage point across the Dungeon, Dusk could see ripples running through the pink stallion’s fur and in particular his nut sack was twitching. Grinning somewhat maniacally Belle manipulated the tip of his tail to tease the puckered ring of his asshole while she made his mane stroke the length of his ears.

“What th…” Dusk started, not getting it at first what was happening as Trails started jerking around on the ground and let out a loud laugh. Then the bit dropped.

“Good isn't it?” Luna asked, raising herself up to get a better view. “I did something similar to Tavi once, not long ago.” She said nonchalantly, causing her son to splutter as Trails tried desperately to escape, but his attempt was ultimately futile as his legs were held immobile within the hoof-sleeves. Snorting with laughter he flopped from one side to the other, rolling on his back to the other side and back again. After a few seconds his laughter turned to yelps which increased in frequency and volume while Belle watched with a look of pure pleasure.

“Tavi didn't last this long…” Luna commented almost to herself, impressed with Trails’s endurance in his glowing dark blue prison as the pink stallion was now laughing uncontrollably, his immobile body jerking and twitching violently. Lifting his head from the Dungeon floor he tried to form a word but found he couldn’t get it out, he started to choke noiselessly as he was forced to laugh so hard his breath was taken away.

“He’s choking!” Dusk hissed the whisper, nudging his mother’s barrel just as Trails lost control of his bladder. Dodging around the growing puddle of urine under his Sub, Sonic moved closer to Trails’s muzzle and the pink earth pony looked at him, still trying to speak with no air while Belle mercilessly cranked up the rippling tickles of her spell.

“Oh hush, Dusk.” Luna whispered her reply without looking away, “They'll stop.”

From his position at the front of his foundering partner Sonic watched him very carefully. He knew is Sub liked to push this part as long as he could, but when his husband’s dark green eyes began to glaze to a faraway look he decided enough was more than enough. “Horseapples.” He said aloud, and straightaway the dark blue magic aura surrounding the pink stallion became visibly less intense as Belle gently eased back on the spell until a released Trails was able to take a much needed gasp of air, with Sonic still looking down on him.

“See?” Luna whispered to her son. “You need to live, Dusk.”

“I…I love…you…” Trails said once he filled his lungs with precious oxygen and was able to speak.

“I know you do,” Sonic said tenderly, cradling his lover’s head and stroking his mane. “Now, why are you here?”

“I…I told you Dusk's spunk tastes better than yours.” Trails finally admitted, earning a scarlet blush from the young Prince, and a loud giggle from his mother.

“And now?” The purple stallion asked with a raised eyebrow.

“How about as good as?”

Sonic chuckled, “I can live with that.” Kissing his partner’s lips Sonic returned to his seating pad. “He is forgiven.”

“Still two naughty ponies to deal with.” Mapper said, turning to her two Pets waiting quietly in the middle of the semi-circle while Belle, seeing her services her no longer required returned to her trussed up hubby.

Watching with a smile a thought occurred to Luna just as Mapper was about to address her Pets. The Princess raised a hoof high to attract Mapper’s attention.

“Mistress Luna,” said as she paused at Luna’s interruption, “Your input would be invaluable to our small group.”

Easing from her seating pad Luna stood to her full height and spoke clearly. “Dusk is guilty of three transgressions.” She said as Dusk whipped his head to his mother so hard he cricked his neck. “One, raising his voice to a parent. Two, using her name. Three, causing her distress through the use of foul language. I suggest the cane, his safeword is 'violin'.”

“I would agree with Mistress Luna.” Baron said aloud. “I bore witness to his most unbecoming disrespectful behaviour.”

“B-But…but!” Dusk gasped, shocked as if Belle has seized him in her magic.

“I was there too.” Mapper nodded in agreement. “Do you wish to mete out the punishment, Mistress Luna?”

In a mild panic Dusk looked from pony to pony, trying to find hint of a joke. “B-But...!”

Tempted though she was right there and then to personally make her son atone for making her beloved Octavia cry so, Luna instead shook her head. For her sake as much as Dusk’s. What with the blood on her hooves from earlier in the afternoon, she could feel the Nightmare semi-dormant within her, and it was taking all her effort to keep it that way. “The fool is all yours Mistress Mapper, have fun.”

Somewhat reluctantly Mapper turned away from Serenity and Wildfire. “I’m sorry Pets, but royal duty calls. You both will have to wait.” Casting a glance over to where Recital was busy applying a disinfectant lotion to Trumpet’s raw hide after their ‘enthusiastic’ rutting session Mapper called over to the light blue unicorn. “Recital, could you please return the beam to where it was fastened?”

While Recital nodded silently and floated over the metal beam over to the fastening rings set in the flagstone floor and concentrated to secure it in place, Mapper levitated the hoof-cuffs that were around Trumpet’s dark red hooves right on over to Dusk.

“Mom…” the midnight blue stallion jumped to his hooves. “M-Mom you aren't serious?”

“I most certainly am, very serious.” Luna spared her son a withering look that spoke volumes. “Do as Mistress Mapper instructs.”

“Going to put up a fight, little colt?” Mapper asked when she saw Dusk’s reaction.

“I…” Dusk looked pleadingly to his mother, who gave the merest shake of her head. “I...no, no I’m not.”

“Sonic, whatever do you see in this...this...Gelding?” The pink Dom sneered derisively as she used her magic to fasten the four cuffs slightly tighter than was strictly necessary to Dusk’s hooves.

“He has his talents.” Sonic shrugged, suddenly rather in what else was happening.

“Hmph!” Mapper snorted, pointedly turning her back on the young Prince, unimpressed. “Tempest, the one inch please. Giddy up Dusky, over to the beam with you.”

Mapper made a show of keeping her back to the pegasus as Dusk, albeit reluctantly, did as he was told and Tempest brought over the cane and nodded to her. Letting out a little sigh she peeked to see if Dusk was over the beam, which to his credit, he was straddling the beam like Trumpet had been before him, perpendicular to the bench with the metal beam running under his chest. Lighting her horn, Mapper magically fastened the hoof-cuffs to the bench ends, leaving Dusk’s legs spread but the front and back hooves together.

Taking the one inch wide cane in her magenta aura, Mapper approached the Prince’s hindquarters. “Last time I saw something this passive they were beheading a dead pony.”

Indignantly Dusk threw an angry glare at Mapper, but knew enough to stay silent.

Twirling the four foot long cane pole about in the air Mapper stroked the bamboo up the pegasus’s thighs and used it to lift up his dark grey tail. “Can you keep that up, bad boy or do you need a tail cuff?” Without giving him a chance to reply, Mapper wound back and slammed the cane into his exposed ass cheeks, followed quickly by two more rapid strikes.

“Aah…aah…OoOOW!” Dusk squealed and cried with each of the expertly applied hits.

“Not the word I was looking for, colt.” Mapper snorted as again the cane landed, this time painting a thin red welt high on both of Dusk’s upper thighs just under his tail.

Biting back tears Dusk shook his head defiantly. “No, no you won’t!”

Without a word the cane sung through the air and again struck across his thighs, leaving another welt in its place.

“BUuuuUCK!” Dusk screamed, not trying to hide his tears now as he cried out with the pain.

The next blow of the cane landed squarely across his tail-hole, leaving a red line across the Prince’s sphincter.

The split second he felt the cane land Dusk’s pink eyes went wide as saucers and he jerked his head up, letting out a hearty scream, ‘almost...’ just as he processed this thought the strike was followed up by just the tip of the cane landing on his perineum, just a fraction of in inch form his sack.

“AAaaAAGH BUUUUCK!” He screamed again as Mapper directed another stiff strike to this time land across both ass checks right above Dusk’s sack hitting a hair’s width away from the previous hit.

“AAAGH…v-vio-lin…” Dusk screamed and whimpered, letting his head slump down, “Violin!” He called out again.

Mid way through a swing of the cane that Mapper fully intended to burst this gelding fool’s balls, the pink unicorn managed to stop herself at the last possible second just as the stallion called out his given safe word. Breathing hard and fast she snapped the cane in half and threw the pieces to the flagstones. “Recital, release him please.”

Dusk panted, breathing shallow breaths through the stinging pain across his hindquarters as Mapper walked up to Princess Luna and bent down to whisper, “The reason I have no male pets is because if I did I'd make Amethyst Glory look like a choir mare.”

Luna let out a tinkling laugh as Recital helped Dusk back over to his seating pad, “I can see that. Very nice work Mistress Mapper.”

Sparing Luna a wink, Mapper stood back up to her fullest height and turned with a flourish, licking her lips as she stared straight into Serenity’s hazel eyes. “Senior Pet, are you a bad pony!?” She asked of her wife loudly.

Standing next to her, Wildfire heard Serenity being addressed, for the time being her head was right here, and she shivered involuntarily at the harshness of Mapper’s tone.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Why are you a bad pony?” Mapper asked, quieter this time.

“I ate chocolate before dinner, Mistress.”

“Is that all?” Mapper asked as once more she circled her Pets.

“No Mistress, I peed on your Junior Pet and I wasn't supposed to pee, Mistress.”

“Anything else?” Mapper asked dangerously coming to a stop mere inches from Serenity’s muzzle.

“Yes Mistress, I made your Junior Pet be a bad pony by making her pee when you told her not to pee.”

“You. Made. My. Pet. Be. A. Bad. Pony!” Mapper punctuated each and every word with a stomp of her forehoof.

“Yes, Mistress.” Serenity admitted, not once looking away from her Mistress.

Listening to the exchange, Wildfire was impressed at Serenity's admission of her misdeeds. ‘I’ll have to match it,’ she resolved to herself, excited that finally her turn to be punished was coming very shortly.

Still facing Serenity, and igniting her horn, Mapper levitated the tawse from Airmail's collection and sent the sturdy leather strap screaming across the Dungeon to be intercepted by Serenity's perfect teal ass.

“Thank you Mistress!” Serenity cried out, her melodic voice full of pleasure as the sheer force of the impact sent ripples through her hide. Again, the tawse landed hard, this time making the teal unicorn lurched forwards in order to remain standing. “Thank you Mistress!”

Mapper narrowed her eyes in concentration and, waiting a second longer than before, sent the next blow in from an angle that went straight up and down her crotch.

Serenity danced on the tips of her hind hooves, “Thththeaank…you…Missttresss!” She gasped in undisguised bliss as the pain of each strike released more and more endorphins into her system.

Listening to the sounds of the impacts, Wildfire counted them in her head, determined to match and supersede the count when her Mistress was done.

Without any warning the tawse impacted Serenity high on her left thigh, the blow rapidly followed by another equally strike high on the opposite thigh. “Thhthththththth…” the teal mare hissed in utter euphoria, her marehood leaking her juices to the floor. “Missssss…”

The next two blows landed squarely over her black bar of four eighth notes cutie mark, one strike for each that lit up each with an angry red welt. “Hmm…Missssstressss…” now Serenity had her hazel eyes closed, transported to her own micro universe of pleasure and pain.

Another hard blow from the leather strap impacted on her dripping slit. “MMmmm…”

Another pair of strikes once again landed on her cutie marks, just missing the impact sites of the previous strikes, casing the pain-loving Submissive to finally shed tears from her closed eyes. “Thththth…” she hissed in her breath, stifling a dull pained moan.

“What will my Pet do?” Mapper asked, speaking at last.

“Beee…a…a…g-good p-p-pony, Misstresss.” Serenity gasped in reply, the whole of her hindquarters lit up in sweet agony.

Smiling, Mapper floated the tawse in front of the crying teal unicorn. “Kiss.” She ordered.

Bowing her head, Serenity placed a tender kiss upon the strap as if it were her lover, but the very second her lips left its surface it flew away, came around the room and with the extra momentum landed with a very loud ‘SWAP!’ on both ass cheeks with such force it sent the weeping unicorn forward into Mapper’s waiting embrace. “Forgiven.”

“Thaaaank…you…MMmisstresss…” Serenity hissed as Tempest helped the endorphin-addled pony to an empty seating pad to rest up.

“Junior Pet,” Mapper said, turning on her most severe ‘Mistress’ voice as she watched her wife be carefully draped over the nearest pad. “Have you been a bad pony?”

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire answered eagerly now her Mistresses attention was directed solely at her. ‘This is my chance! I’m gonna make her so proud!’

“What have you done?”

“I peed when instructed not to do so, Mistress!” Wildfire admitted quickly.

“Is that all you did?”

“No Mistress!” Wildfire exclaimed with a shake of her head. “I helped Senior Pet to pee, and make her be a bad pony.”

Now the event she was here to witness had finally begun, Luna sat up on her seating pad, her turquoise eyes intently watching the scene as it unfolded.

“You are the reason I had to punish my Senior Pet!”

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire nodded.

“You make good ponies into bad ponies?” Mapper brought her muzzle in so close to Wildfire’s the yellow mare could feel her Mistresses breath on her fur as she was asked the question.

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire replied, loud and proud she agreed, though at this point she would’ve gladly agreed to anything if it meant she could do her Mistress what she could take and make her like her all the more. “I do Mistress!”

As the last syllable left her mouth Wildfire felt herself lifted up off the floor, held securely in the grip of a magical field as a separate magical aura fastened four hoof-cuffs around her hooves. “Do you think Senior Pet deserved her punishment?”

“No Mistress!” Wildfire answered excitedly as she hung in mid-air. “It was my fault, Mistress!”

Over on her seating pad Luna leant forward, a worried look on her face. ‘She's way too eager...’

The next thing Wildfire felt was her four legs being spread wide apart as the metal spreader bars that Baron had used on Snowfall were put in place, secured to the cuffs by the D rings. When the magical auras finally lowered her to the floor and let her legs go, Wildfire found she couldn't move them in the slightest.

“Do you think I should punish you, bad pony?”

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire gave her legs another experimental wriggle, they were still totally immobile. Along with the tortoise shell rope harness that held her wings tightly into her barrel she was starting to feel the first pangs of anxiety that lead to ‘the fear’. “I must be punished, Mistress!” She exclaimed, trying to push it from her mind.

Surrounded once more in Mapper’s glowing magenta aura Wildfire was flipped upside down and floated up to the cable which the pink unicorn securely attached to the centre metal bar. Once everything was in place, the magic faded from her body and the diminutive pegasus was left securely tied, fully immobile and suspended three feet off of the floor.

Looking over her hoof-work, Mapper's ears began to flick in an intricate pattern.

Reading the signs, Tempest and Airmail quickly and quietly started to herd the other ponies over to the exit, a partially recovered Serenity picking up Lavender in her magic, while Recital carried Trails.

Luna started shaking her head sadly as Wildfire tried another wriggle, only to find that she was just as immobile as before, the only thing keeping her from her anxiety was knowing she wasn’t alone in this Dungeon. She couldn’t hear all the other’s leaving the room.

“Do you want to be my Slave, Junior Pet?”

Using her Mistresses voice as a reference, Wildfire turned her head to face her. “Yes Mistress!” She answered immediately.

Clopping her hooves loudly, Mapper moved to stand near the tightly bound pegasus' head. “Did I not tell you that you were unworthy to be my Slave, Pet?” She asked, that dangerous silky tone back in her voice.

“I will prove I am worthy, Mistress!” Wildfire pleaded, breathing heavily as her anxiety started to get a hold of her.

Noisily, knowing full well that the blind mare was tracking her hoof-steps, Mapper moved away from the suspended mare. “I have decided you are not worthy of my punishment either.”

“I…I am!” Wildfire cried, real panic starting to set in now she heard the receding hoof-steps heading away from her. “I am worthy Mistress! Please punish me!”

“Maybe,” Mapper said from over by the wide double doors. By now everypony else had left, except herself, Airmail, Luna and Dusk. “If I return. Good bye, Pet.”

At the mention of the word ‘bye’ Wildfire started to really panic, writhing in her bindings, desperate to be free, but found she had no purchase on nothing. “Mistress!” Wildfire screamed at the top of her lungs, “I need to be punished...please punish me!”

On her seating pad Luna sat perfectly still, not even daring to breathe as she watched everything, she didn’t notice Airmail sitting next to her, her brown eyes boring holes into Luna’s very core.

“I…I’m…alone...no...” Wildfire again tried fruitlessly to escape. “N-No…”

Very quietly Mapper came up and motioned for Dusk to leave, and without a look back, the midnight blue stallion at once obeyed, leaving the Dungeon.

“I…I’m not alone...I'm not alone...” Wildfire repeated the mantra dully, trying to ease her growing terror with the sound of her own voice.

Noisily now, Mapper moved to the door. “Maybe you will be worthy someday Pet,” She said loudly, “But not today.” She left the Dungeon, slamming the wooden door behind her.

In a literal blind panic Wildfire thrashed and struggled with renewed vigour in the suspension rig, but ultimately, after an inevitable ten minutes struggle she grew motionless. “No! You said you wouldn't! Mistress come back!” The bound yellow mare started sobbing pathetically, rolling her shoulders with each loud sniffle.

“C’mon…” Luna muttered under her breath as Airmail leant against her and shook her head.

“Mistress!” Wildfire screamed, “Mistress!” Her sniffled sobs become rolling heaving dry sobs as the blind mare ‘cried’.

'Not yet...c'mon Wildfire...you can do this…’ Luna thought desperately to herself.

Hopelessly Wildfire slumped in the rig, resigned to her mounting fear. Then…then something happened. She started to remember. Through the haze of her terror and her tears and blind panic she remembered. Remembered what Airmail had said to her. In a very, very tiny voice indeed she utters for the first time her safe word. “P-Peaches…” she whimpered pitifully, before slumping in the rig, her shoulders heaving with emotion.

The very second Airmail heard the word ‘peaches’ leave the yellow mare’s mouth she was up out of her seating pad, her hooves clopping noisily as she surged forward.

“Peaches!” Wildfire screamed as she heard the hooves approach her. She heard the hooves and smelled the scent of jasmine. “PEACHES!”

“I'm here love,” Airmail said reassuringly, flapping her wings, the azure blue pegasus hovered up and embraced the screaming mare in her hooves. “I'm here Wily, I’m here.”

“Peaches!” Wildfire whimpered in Airmail’s tight embrace, “Please, Pretty...peaches!”

Straightaway the Dungeon door opened. “I'm very, very proud of you, Pet.” Mapper said with a wide genuinely warm smile, lighting her horn once more.