“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 uttered 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. Concentrating hard the pink unicorn surrounded the suspended pegasus in her glowing magenta aura and carefully, very carefully indeed, removed her from the heavy duty suspension cable and lowered the yellow mare to the flagstone floor of the Dungeon before removing the spreader bars and the hoof-cuffs.

Slumping on her seating pad Luna let out a huge sigh, releasing the breath the Princess didn’t know she had been holding. “She did it…”

Having quickly landed on the ground, Airmail wasted no time in pulling Wildfire in close for a tight hug, smothering the whimpering mare in her warm wet kisses. A second later the double doors burst open and in a violet blur, Tempest ran into the Dungeon room, her hooves clopping noisily on the flagstones.

“P-P-Pretty?” Wildfire gasped for breath.

Mapper, meanwhile, had moved over to sit next to Luna on the seating pad that had been occupied by her son not too long ago. “I orgasmed, did you?” She asked with a smile.

Catching her eye, Luna couldn’t help a giggle. “Yeah, I did a little bit.”

Continuously Airmail planted soft kisses all around her young lovers face, neck and muzzle. “I'm here for you, love.”

Likewise, Tempest went to her side and held her tight. “I'm here too, love.”

“I…I was alone…” Wildfire moaned, her breathing only now starting to come under control. “I…I was scared…”

“Shh…” Airmail kissed her lips lovingly. “Shh…I heard you call to me, you named me a fruit and I’m here.”

“You…you came, for me?” Wildfire asked almost incredulously. In all the years she’d screamed and screamed, begging to be released, nopony had come for her, not once.

“We are here for you, Wily, we are a herd.” Tempest said, tenderly hugging the little mare’s flank.

“We…we're together now?” Wildfire asked hesitantly, not daring to lift her head from the heavenly jasmine scent of Airmail’s warm azure blue fur. In simple response the two mares took turns, alternating their tender kisses to the diminutive yellow pegasus.

Mapper leant in close to Luna’s side, “She did hold out for longer than I thought,” the pink unicorn whispered quietly so as not to be overheard.

Next to her, Luna leant in, lowered her head and uses her foreleg to conspicuously wipe her eyes. “I was worried for a moment there.” The Princess admitted.

“Just so you know, Luna,” Mapper said, suddenly finding the white silk sock around her foreleg very interesting while the lunar alicorn busied herself drying her eyes, “If she hadn't said it I would not have come back. Not until the stink of her carcass left this room.”

“I know,” Luna sniffed, “It…it had to be done.” Though somehow, that platitude rang hollow in her ears.

“Because,” Mapper explained very simply, “I wouldn’t have let you take her away from here.”

At that simple statement, carrying neither threat nor malice, Luna cast the pink mare a sideways glance. “Wouldn't you, indeed?”

In response Mapper simply giggled, hugging Luna’s right foreleg. “I can be pretty stubborn at times.”

“Then…I'm afraid we would have had a fight.” Luna replied sadly, “I would have removed her.”

“Not the first fight I've lost,” Mapper shrugged, brushing her chest nonchalantly with her right forehoof, “But, you asked me to break her. You didn't set a time limit.”

Luna chuckled at Mapper’s brash honesty. “No, no I didn't, did I?” She agreed softly.

“As I said, you could have her corpse, but not before then.” Mapper stated firmly with an air of ‘that was that’, “Besides, Airmail has sworn to protect me. Things could have gotten ugly faster than a horseapple eating contest.”

Luna nodded with a genuine smile. “Thankfully that resort wasn't necessary.” She said before her smile slid from her muzzle and her tone became melancholy. “I’ve seen enough violence today.”

“None of this was necessary,” Mapper said with a reassuring smile that went some way to lifting Luna’s sunken spirits. “But, life happens, and it often sucks.” The pink mare placed a gentle kiss on Luna’s cheek, tenderly kissing away the single tear that fell there. “Those three make a cute herd.” She said, pointing her hoof. “Hate to think I'd have to thank Amethyst Glory for that.”

“She had to love herself enough Mapper, and she did.” Luna said determinedly, “Besides, we made sure Amethyst Glory and her lackeys won't hurt anypony else ever again.”

Unexpectedly, Mapper laughed, a tinkling musical laugh, “She doesn't love herself quite yet, but she does love those two ponies.” She giggled, once more kissing the alicorn’s cheek. “So, Princess, where is that plushie? I think there is a need for Thespian's tushie.”

“I have it here in my saddlebag.” Luna smiled, picturing Thespian’s face, “And I could use a very strong drink.”

“After you then, my fair maiden.” Mapper smiled, sliding from her seating pad to her sock clad hooves. “Together we shall storm the castle and...now, what did Thespian say…oh yes, our fun will be doubled!”

Luna couldn’t help but laugh as she stood up and flexed her long toned legs. “Indeed it shall.” She was still giggling like a little filly when she reached the double doors of the Dungeon.

Following close behind the Princess, and entirely not bothering to disguise the fact she was ogling the perfectly formed and toned midnight blue rump of the alicorn in front of her, Mapper said, “Caffy says he’s got a whole barrel of your Moonshine.”

“Then I suggest we go and make a dent in it,” Luna said as she lit up her horn and used her magic to open the doors, standing aside politely so Mapper could leave ahead of her.

“Enjoying your visit so far?” Mapper asked, obligingly leading the way upstairs to the ranch’s main floor.

“I am.” Luna nodded, taking her turn now to admire the view of Mapper’s swaying pink behind, as well as her swishing light brown tail. “Nice work on Dusk by the way. It saves Octavia a job later.”

Back in the Dungeon, Wildfire sighed happily, entirely lost in the amazingly gentle embrace of her two lovers. “Pretty, can I keep the ropes on?”

Looking down over the little mare, her yellow fur criss-crossed with the black ropes, tied in a series of intricate yet well placed diamonds that divided up her body, Airmail smiled warmly. “Yes love, they are comfortable, are they?” She asked with a note of concern in her voice.

“I love them!” Wildfire exclaimed happily, loving the feel of the smooth ropes as they dug in just a little to her skin under her fur, especially the knots on her clitoris and anus, holding and pressing her forest green panties into her crotch.

“Yes, Wily, you can keep the ropes on.” Airmail smiled, licking her lips as she did so. While she and Tempest didn’t play Mapper’s game, she did enjoy a trussed up mare as much as the next pony. “You do look very sexy in them.”

Smiling, Wildfire wiggled her flank in the air. “I do my best, Pretty.”

Unable to resist, Tempest lowered her head to Wildfire’s upper thigh, and carefully placing her tongue, she took a long slow lick up the yellow mare’s butt cheek. “Yeah, you look hot and all, but let me show you what else they are good for.”

“Hmm…w-what are they good for?” Wildfire asked, shivering with the sensation of the lick from Tempest.

Tempest didn’t answer right away, instead the violet pegasus took to her wings and hovered low over Wildfire’s back, running her hoof over the rope that ran down her back. “This.” She said simply, grinning as she took hold of the ropes down her spine in her forehooves and twisted, driving the knot in her ass and the other into her clit while the belly ropes slid over her nipples. Earning herself a low shuddering moan of pleasure from the little mare, Tempest twisted them back to relieve the pressure before almost immediately twisting them again to return the pressure to the knots while simultaneously rubbing her new lover’s nipples with her hoof. “And then there’s this…” she whispered as she caressed Wildfire’s pubic mound with her hind hoof.

“Wings are a wonderful thing…” Airmail smiled as she took Wildfire’s muzzle gently in her hooves and gave her a deep loving kiss.

“Oh…oh my...” Wildfire gasped once Airmail had released her from the kiss. “That’s…well that's just wonderful, how those knots ground into me felt really good!” Feeling with her snout, Wildfire found the azure blue mare’s lips where she had left them and placed a kiss upon them, gently venturing with her tongue.

Hovering above the two ponies, Tempest smiled, “Airmail, let’s move this to a more comfortable location, shall we?”

Returning her marefriend’s smile with one of her own, Airmail carefully helped Wildfire rise to her hooves. “Yes, I think that would be nice. Are you coming with us, Wily?”

“Of course I will!” Wildfire exclaimed with a wide grin. “I think I've had enough of this room for now.” This much was definitely true. While the experience in the Dungeon hadn’t been the worst of her young life, the room stank of sex, arousal, blood and her fear. She was only too keen to be away from here, at least for now.

Flapping her powerful wings over to the nearby toy box, Tempest scooped up the forest green bridle and reins that Wildfire had worn out on the parade and hovered back over to the two ponies. “I'm very proud of you Wily.” She said as she landed and slipped the bit into the crease of her mouth.

While Tempest secured the strap behind Wildfire’s head, Airmail took up the reins in her forehoof. “Come along my lovely little pony.”

Immediately following the pull of the reins, Wildfire practically glowed with the praise from the violet weather captain. “You um…you're proud of me, really?”

“Yes, of course I am,” Tempest laid her left wing over Wildfire’s back as they both left the Dungeon together, “You are a special pony and you did very well, not just today, but a few minutes ago.”

Leading her out of the Dungeon and around the little U shaped hallway they passed the wide stairs on the left and trotted towards the Mare’s Room where they had already spent much of the day. Moving ahead, Tempest opened the plain wooden door to allow them entry then followed the two of them in, allowing the door to close behind her.

“Um…I was scared,” Wildfire replied as Airmail led her to the very same cloud filled futon she had been sat on when they had heard Dusk’s rainboom earlier, “But then I remembered the talk I had with Pretty, about using my safe word.”

“Yes, and that was very brave of you.” Tempest smiled as she pulled her cloud futon over and as always, sat close to the yellow mare’s right side, “But just now you said you wanted to leave that room.” She said with a nuzzle to Wildfire’s cheek, “A decision you made on your own.”

“Yuppers…I did, didn’t I?” Wildfire smiled and gently returned the nuzzle.

Airmail let go of the reins, letting them drop before gathering them up to loop them over the diminutive mare’s neck and secure them under one of the black ropes that made up the tortoise shell bondage as she leant in to kiss her once more.

“Ask for us, Airmail.” Tempest said seriously.

Releasing the jasmine scented kiss, Airmail’s Manehatten / northern accented voice took on a very serious tone that Wildfire had heard once or twice before. “Tempest and I are a couple.” She said as she took the cloud futon to the left of the blind pony. “We are part of a small herd that is in turn part of a larger herd. Wily, will you join us and be our third? To make us the smallest herd within the herd?”

Wildfire paused, hesitantly scratching the back of her head with a hoof as she thought it over. “Well…you two make me feel safe. I like being with you, and I gave you both a feather, so yes,” she smiled and nodded, “I'll join your herd."

“And I'll treasure the feather,” Tempest said solemnly, “But there is more to this. I love you. Do you love me?”

Straightaway Wildfire nodded her head. “Yes, I do.”

“I also love you Wily,” Airmail said softly, placing a kiss on her left cheek. “Do you love me as well?”

Without pausing to consider she answered, “Of course I do, Pretty, I know I'm safe with you.”

“Then…” Airmail said a little reticently, the azure blue mare choosing her words with utmost care, “This may be the hardest part for you. I don't want you to make love for me. I don't want you to make love for yourself. I want you to make love for us. I want you to please us. Not just me or Tempest, but us.” Again she placed a tender kiss on the little yellow mare’s cheek. “Can you do that, Wily?”

Tempest felt her shiver next to her on the futon. “We will teach you so don't fear if you find it is too hard to do now.” She said kindly, “You're part of our herd now.”

“I um…I'm not sure I understand,” Wildfire cocked her head to one side, apparently deep in thought, though she was struggling with this strange new concept. “You um…you want me to do stuff to make us all happy?”

“Yes Wily,” Tempest said, trying with all her soul to keep the frustration from her voice. ‘Luna above it’s like talking to a foal…I was right…her mind is cheese!’ The violet pegasus thought to herself sadly. “We want you to do things that make you happy with us. Not to do things that you think will make us happy to like you. We really do love you.”

“I think I get it,” Wildfire nodded slowly after a few minutes of contemplation, “You want me to have as much fun as you, because you want me to be happy with you?” She offered hopefully.

Airmail nodded, sharing a ‘look’ with her marefriend over Wildfire’s back that spoke volumes, “Yes Wily, we want you to be happy with us, and not for us.”

“I can do that!” Wildfire smiled, turning her head left then right.

“We don't pretend in our love.” Tempest explained, “Even if we get mad at one and another, our love will endure. It is forever.”

“Wily,” Airmail started, once more drawing her attention, “If there is anything you don't want to do, just let us know and we will not do that with you.”

“If there is anything you want to do then let us know.” Tempest said, laying her violet wing over Wildfire’s rope clad back. “And, we will see if Airmail or I will want to do that thing with you.”

To say Wildfire was stunned was an understatement and a half. “So…it's alright if I don't want to do something, I can just say so?” She looked down for a moment as she thought, looking for all Equestria like a filly at school being taught a valuable lesson. “And…it…it’s alright if I mess up sometimes, you’ll both still love me?”

Nodding seriously Airmail sighed, thankful that apparently the little yellow mare was beginning to understand what she and Tempest were trying to teach her, while at the same time full of sorrow that this had to be taught at all. “I will love you if you mess up, and I will love you even if you disappoint me.” She draped her right foreleg over Wildfire’s shoulder, “That will not ever change.”

“I will love you the same,” Tempest whispered kindly, “Will you love us when we mess up or disappoint you?”

Involuntarily at the word ‘disappoint’ Wildfire shivered against the ropes that bound her, and the two mares that flanked her. “I um…I'll try not to disappoint you, I um…I um…I really don't want that. And, how can you two disappoint me?” She asked incredulously, “You've given me a home, a real home.”

Now Tempest laughed out loud, her shoulders shaking with mirth. “Airmail has her moods and I'm often away doing weather things. We have loved each other for a long time and we can still disappoint one and another.”

Airmail joined her marefriend in her laughter, “So yeah, we will mess up.”

Wildfire smiled, the laughter contagious, “Amethyst told me I messed up all the time,” she said through her giggles, “So I'll try and do better for you two.”

“Wily, we won't tell you when you mess up.” Tempest added, “We will tell you if we are disappointed though. If I mess up I have to confess it to Airmail, and now to you also.”

“So...Tempest,” Wildfire said as she turned her head to the weather captain, “I'm equal to you and Pretty?”

“We are a herd.” Airmail said, a tiny little bit of exasperation creeping into her voice. “We are equal to each other, we are responsible for each other and we are accountable to each other.”

Picking up on her marefriend’s tone, Tempest quickly gave Wildfire a tender nuzzle of her cheek and then followed up with a kiss for good measure. “A little earlier you said, 'If I don't want to do something you would let us know.' What is it you don't want to do Wily?” She asked, genuinely curious as to what this mare really did or did not like to do.

“Hmm...” Wildfire lowered her head in thought, the question bringing back more than a few horrid memories of what abuse the care home staff subjected her to. “Well um…I didn't like it when they took dumps on me, or when they cut me. Bleeding was scary.” She said very quietly, still holding her head down. “So...if it’s okay, I'd like to not to those things, please.”

Tempest, who was for the second time that day very, very glad that the diminutive yellow mare was blind – as it meant she couldn’t see the tears that suddenly welled up in her blue eyes at her revelation – wrapped her violet wing around her barrel to hug Wildfire tightly. “Will you…can you, ever forgive me?” She asked sadly, her head down as she cried silently, thoroughly ashamed of what she had done to her out on the patio earlier in the day.

Immediately and without thinking, Wildfire answered, “Of course I can, Honey.”

Still Tempest wept, “T-Thank y-you, I…I…s-swear I'll never dump on you again.”

Although she felt a great deal of sympathy for her marefriend, Airmail was very glad right then to have an example at hoof to use on the troubled pegasus. “See, we do mess up, and thank you for your forgiveness, Wily.”

“At least you didn't make me rub it into my fur and then whip me for not cleaning it off.” Wildfire replied with a little shrug of her shoulders.

Now it was Tempest’s turn to shiver. Though she was into scat play – something she was grateful Airmail tolerated – she had a very good inkling how Wildfire had been made to ‘clean herself off’, and she was willing to bet her last bit she hadn’t been allowed to use a shower, and that was just disgusting even to her. How she had avoided septicaemia she had no idea. “That isn't the point Wily.” The violet mare said sadly, “We do things to make all of us happy. I’m sorry I did that to you, but now I know and I won't do it again.” She finished with a delicate kiss to Wildfire’s nose.

“Thank you, Honey…” Wildfire replied with a kiss of her own.

Now it was Airmail’s turn to quickly change the subject. “What can we do to bring you pleasure and happiness, Wily?”

“Well…” Wildfire thought carefully, trying hard to remember the fun times she and Air Raid used to get up to all those years ago, though it was hard, like wading through treacle, trying to separate the good memories from the bad. “I um…I do like being tied up, and being ordered around. I also really like being peed on.”

“You are nicely tied up at the moment,” Tempest giggled, “But, unfortunately I’m all peed out from our play by the pool.”

“And, as you know,” Airmail added quickly, “Peeing doesn't interest me.”

“Now that we have you all tied up, little pony,” Tempest giggled, playfully rustling her feathers over Wildfire’s back, “Is there anything you fantasise about doing?”

Wildfire didn't have to think about this one. This was easy. “Well…I do really like cleaning hooves.”

“Wily,” Airmail said seriously, “Can you please tell me why you like cleaning hooves?”

“Of course I can Pretty,” Wildfire smiled in her direction, “Licking hooves is fun, and I’m really good at it.”

Tempest glanced over, nodding to Airmail, seeing that she clearly shared the older mare’s concerns. “Wily,” she started, not bothering anymore to hide her worry, “I’m good at many things, and I don't like doing them all.” She continued with a kiss to the yellow mare’s cheek. “What is it about hoof cleaning that makes you feel good doing it?

“Well…” Wildfire smiled as she returned the kiss to the violet mare, “I do get really turned on when I do it, and, well, they liked it too.”

Airmail and Tempest spent the next few minutes in silence, just taking turns between themselves kissing and nuzzling the little yellow pegasus, making sure between them to pay extra attention to the forest green bridle she was wearing.

“Hmm…” Wildfire moaned happily, almost purring, “It is nice to just be kissed and nuzzled though. Do you like the bridle?”

Between her many kisses Tempest could’ve facehooved out of frustration, though of course none of it was directed at Wildfire. “Didn't I just say you looked sexy?” She asked rhetorically, “Especially in that ‘wow’ outfit.” She giggled, “And, leading you by the reins is easier than peeing on my tail and having you follow.” She said with a smile as Airmail laughed out loud.

Wildfire giggled, “I like being led around, and being a Pet was fun, like I was earlier for Mapper.”

Airmail shifted uncomfortably. Hooves were a touchy subject with her, after what she’d seen and done while in the forces, and the war zones she had waded through, the mere thought of hoof worship made her want to dry heave. “Um...I'm bit shy having others touch my hooves.”

Tempest meanwhile just shrugged her shoulders. “I don't get turned on by hoof worship, but you can worship mine if you like.” The violet pegasus then scooted her cloud futon around so she was facing Wildfire head on and she placed her left foreleg so the knee was touching just under Wildfire’s chin. As she did so Airmail started a slow and very deliberate nibble journey down the left side of Wildfire’s neck and just over her shoulder where the rope bondage started.

“Hmm…” Wildfire smelled the sandalwood scented foreleg under her nose and smiled, placing a little kiss on the knee joint and then a couple more kisses lower down. “Mmm…thanks Honey.” Delicately kissing down Tempest's violet foreleg, Wildfire reached the front of her hoof and began to run her tongue over the hard leading edge, nibbling gently and planting soft kisses around the toe. “Hmm, P-Pretty that’s really nice,” she cooed as the azure mare nibbled around the ropes over her shoulders, “But you can bite harder, if you want to…”

“Is it okay if I don't bite harder?” Airmail asked, keeping up her little sensuous nibbles.

“Oh, of course it is,” she murmured as she dragged her tongue over the bottom of Tempest's hoof, before blowing gently on the sensitive sole around the frog.

“Heeheeehahaaa…” Tempest let out a cute little giggle, “That tickles!” Tempest squealed like a little filly while Airmail moved lower down Wildfire’s back and started a very slow preening of the yellow mare’s abused wings.

“It’s supposed to tickle,” Wildfire grinned then she swirled her tongue around the inner white wall, licking slow wet licks over the sole and around the edges of the sensitive frog of her hoof, grazing her teeth on the harder front edge. “Hmmhmm Pretty, you're so good at preening!”

“Thank you,” Airmail smiled, on the edge of her happy zone with her mouth full of yellow feathers, “Have you preened another, Wily?”

Wildfire shook her head as she started to kiss gently over Tempest’s frog to the bulbs at the rear of her hoof. “N-No, only myself. There weren’t any pegasi at the home.”

“Will you let us teach you to preen another pony?” Airmail asked as she lovingly stroked the soft downy feathers of the leading edge of Wildfire’s left wing.

“Oooh…” Wildfire almost purred, “I-I'd love to.”

“Does my preening you make you happy?” Airmail asked, her hoof now straightening and aligning the primary feathers.

“Oooh…” Wildfire moaned, “It…it really does!”

Airmail paused in her preen, her forehooves rubbing and stroking the both sides of Wildfire’s wing. “Preening me would make me happy too. Remember I wanted us to do things that make us all happy?”

“I um, I remember, is this one of those things you meant?” Wildfire asked as she gave each bulb a sensuous lick and a gentle suck and pulled away from the now very spotless hoof.

“The hooves?” Tempest asked with a smile as she inspected the very, very thorough hoof worship she’d been subjected to. “It is ticklish, and you are very sensuous at doing it.” She lifted her cleaned hoof and began to gently stroke Wildfire’s black mane and yellow cheek. “I'm happy you're doing this, but are you happy tickling my hooves?

“I'm happy doing it,” Wildfire said without pause, “But if you don’t like it I can do something else for you?”

Tempest rubbed her hoof lightly over Wildfire's straight black mane. “I'm not unhappy, but I don't want you to do things for me, I want you to do things for us.” She said seriously, shooting Airmail a ‘look’ that made her pause in her preen.

“Wily?” The azure blue pegasus started softly, so as not to arouse any suspicion, “Suppose I came home after a long hard day with muddy hooves, would you clean them for me?”

Wildfire shifted on her wonderfully comfortable cloud filled futon in an attempt to turn her head over her shoulder and face the lead editor. “Of course I would, Pretty. I'd get them all clean for you, and I'd feel good doing it as well.”

“And, that’s nice,” Airmail replied, “But tell me exactly how would you clean them?”

Wildfire cocked her head and creased her brow in confusion. “Um…I-I've just shown you how I clean a ponies hooves, silly filly.”

Straightaway Wildfire heard the tone of Airmail's voice change and at the same time she heard a definite sniffle from Tempest’s direction. “That…that would make me very sad, Wily.”

“But…but...” Wildfire began to panic a little, the diminutive pegasus getting clearly agitated, “H-Have I done something, have I said something wrong?” She was almost too scared to ask.

Airmail nodded sadly, her northern accent all full of sorrow. “Yes, you said you would eat mud to please me, but that would make me sad. You should never, ever have to eat mud Wily.” She leant in and kissed the very edges of her primary feathers, causing them to flutter involuntarily as Tempest sat back down on her futon. “Wily, let me tell you what would make me happy.”

Uncontrollably Wildfire shivered and trembled, “I-I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad!” She squeaked.

“I know, so to make me happy,” Airmail nuzzled the yellow pony’s feathers as gently as she could possibly manage. “When I come home at the end of the day with muddy hooves I want you to use some soap and water and a cloth and clean them so they are very clean, and then to have fun you use that tongue of yours to tickle my hooves and make me laugh.” The azure blue mare smiled warmly, “That would make me happy.”

“Do you understand the difference, Wily?” Asked Tempest gently but firmly.

“I um…I see, yes. I think I understand the difference,” Wildfire lowered her head in thought, trying to process what Airmail and Tempest were trying very hard to tell her. She smiled, starting to see how much better off she was here and now. “I um…I can use a cloth first and then lick your hooves after?” She said quietly, her head still lowered. “They…the staff…didn’t let me use cloths.”

“Wily,” said Tempest softly, “Do you think we are the same as they?”

Now Wildfire sharply raised her head, turning towards the south eastern accent, “No! No! No…you really aren't, it’s…it’s just what I'm used to doing, that’s all…” she finished a little miserably.

Airmail took Wildfire’s chin in her forehoof. “Do you like to eat mud?”

Wildfire shook her head slightly, “Well...no, no I don’t…but, it was better than being kicked until my ribs broke.”

There was a definite sadness in Tempest’s voice now, when she laid her violet hoof on Wildfire’s shoulder. “You don't like being kicked?”

Again Wildfire shook her head, “No…no I don't, Honey.”

Gently Airmail kissed Wildfire on the little yellow mare’s nose. “Do you like being bitten, Wily?”

Hesitantly, gingerly, Wildfire returned the kiss, her lips pressing tenderly to Airmail’s own. “Well…not really, I guess, Pretty.”

Moving carefully Tempest lifted herself up and reaching over Wildfire’s neck she nibbled just below the diminutive pegasus’s ear with her teeth, but not applying a lot of pressure. “Did you like that, Wily?”

“Aaah…” Wildfire shuddered happily in her black ropes. “Mmm…ooh H-Honey that’s niiiiiiice…”

Airmail giggled, “Tempest liked it too, so much so her wings are all out on display.” She said as Tempest joined her in the little giggle fit. “She likes to groom me after a shower,” Airmail whispered in Wildfire’s yellow ear. “Would you like her to groom you?”

“Um…yuppers, please, Pretty.”

“So you see, there are things we can do that bring us pleasure.” Airmail said patiently, feeling like she was finally getting somewhere with this troubled pony.

Looking up over Wildfire’s back Tempest shot her marefriend a devious sly look, one that made the lead editor shiver. “So, Airy, you going to tell Wily what we do together to bring us both pleasure?”

Although Wildfire couldn’t see it, of course, Airmail had a very serious blush flushing across her blue cheeks, so much so that the blind mare could feel the heat coming from her lover’s face. Turning her head to face, Wildfire cocked her head as she asked, “What…what is it?”

Shrinking away slightly from the questioning look on Wildfire’s face, Airmail whispered very, very quietly – almost inaudible in the Mare’s Room – “I…I um…I like to be rutted,” she breathed, almost as if she was scared of the yellow pegasus’s reaction to her revelation.

Tempest raised her foreleg to her left ear, comically straining to hear what her marefriend had barely said. “What was that dearest?” She sang out the question, her blue eyes alive with mirth.

The blush colouring Airmail’s cheeks with a bright red glow threatened to combust the azure blue pegasus as she lifted her head and cleared her throat. “I…I um, I like Tempest to…um, to mount me and buck me till I cum at least three times.” She said loudly.

“Or more…” Tempest added helpfully with a wide smile.

Wildfire couldn’t help the wide smile that split her face, “And what pony doesn't like that?”

“I only let mares mount me.” Airmail said quickly and definitively with an air of ‘and that’s that,’ her tone saying she wasn’t taking any argument on the subject.

“Honey, will you mount me too?” Wildfire asked eagerly.

“I would be happy to mount you.” Tempest replied proudly, only too happy to have another playmate. “I let airmail mount me sometimes when I'm in the mood, and she hasn't asked often.” The violet mare explained further, before turning to the azure blue mare directly. “Airmail, did you want to mount me more often?”

“I really like being mounted,” Airmail answered, more for Wildfire’s benefit as much as anypony else’s, “But, I'm not much for being the stallion so I love to mount you when you are in the mood. Same for you Wily, while Tempest will be happy to mount you, I can if you really want me to, but I'd love for you to mount me.”

“Oh…I'd like to try it, mounting you, I mean.” Wildfire said with a shiver as Tempest began to gently preen her right wing. “Hmm…Honey…you are really good at preening,” she commented with a soft blush as a thought occurred to her. “When...when mares mount you, um…are they gentler than stallions?”

Airmail sniffed, “I've never had a stallion mount me and I ki…I mean, I don't know.” She stopped abruptly.

Finishing the straightening of the right primaries, Tempest paused before she moved on to the secondaries. “I try to mount Airmail to please her in the best way possible as it makes me happy to watch her cum. And cum again.” She added as she used her hoof to gently realign the edges of the secondary feathers. “I've been mounted by a stallion before, and I’d rather be mounted by Airmail.”

Wildfire shuddered, really violently shuddered. “Um…the stallions, Lotus Stripes in particular, at the home were really rough with me, and it hurt so much when they were finally done using me.” She said quietly, almost ashamed of the admission of what she was saying. Surprised that the words were coming out of her mouth.

“It…” weeping silently Airmail rested her forehead gently against Wildfire’s own, so that her hot salty tears leaked onto her yellow muzzle from her nose. “It s-shouldn't b-be that way…” she sniffed though her tears.

‘Okay…’ Tempest thought to herself quickly, ‘I can see where this is going…we’re gonna need a drink, and soon, like now…’ Sliding off of her seating pad Tempest trotted across the hardwood floor of the Mare’s Room to the small – but well stocked – bar. “Wily…” she said as she pulled out three glasses one after the other, “You have to let me know what pleases you.” She said seriously, putting the emphasis on the word ‘pleases’, reaching for the bottle of Moonshine. “Hurting you will certainly not please me.”

“I know it won’t Honey,” Wildfire’s ears swivelled, tracking Tempest’s movement across the room, and from the direction she guessed where the other mare was headed as she remembered Airmail going over there to the little bar earlier. She was actually quite pleased, a drink was just the thing right now. “And, it won't please me either. It um…it wasn't so bad when they rutted me in my marehood, but then they'd use my butt and that really hurt.” As she finished she felt the hot wet tears from the intense jasmine scent in front of her and after a second she realised what they were. “Pretty, are you crying? Have I upset you?”

Airmail sniffled loudly, nodding to Tempest when she raised a glass in her direction. “It's…it’s not supposed to hurt, it is supposed to make you feel wonderful.

“Wily,” Tempest started as she poured out the Moonshine into the three glasses, “Airmail doesn't like ponies that rape other ponies. She doesn't like them a whole lot.”

“Oh…oh I'm sorry…” Wildfire said quietly, worried that she’d put her hoof in it and wishing she’d not said anything at all, “But, they only did that when I was a really bad pony.”

Airmail growled loudly while Tempest carried over the tray with the three loaded glasses on it and laid it carefully on the low coffee table in easy reach of them all. “Wily, that is not a reason. It is never a reason.” The violet mare sighed as she took her glass in her hoof and took a sip, “You need to tell her, Airmail.”

At first the azure blue mare ignored the glass, “I'm…afraid to.” She said in a tiny quiet voice.

Tempest took a generous slug of her drink, “Wily, sex is what you do with us now, and we’ll all take pleasure in it.”

“What…what if she doesn't like me?” Airmail asked her marefriend, staring at her untouched glass, her voice barely a whisper.

“You know I love you Airmail,” Tempest answered kindly, “But you can't let Wily love a lie, can you?”

Wildfire shuddered involuntarily before extending her hoof and feeling carefully for the glass that Tempest had helpfully placed in front of her. “I'm a bad pony then,” she said as she picked up her glass, “Because I begged them to do it to me.”

Finally Airmail took up her glass and swallowed a long sip of her Moonshine. “Ah, but did you beg them, or did they threaten you if you didn't beg them?”

Wildfire took her time answering. She really didn’t want to, but they were being truthful and she owed it to her new herd-mates if nothing else. “Well…if...if I didn't beg them to do that, Lotus loved to hear me beg, it really turned him on...they'd put me in...the box and leave me.” Wildfire paused while she took another drink, “And, they knew I hated the box more.”

“That is rape, Wily.” Airmail said, shaking as she barely contained her anger.

“They didn't love you, Wily.” Tempest commented with a shake of her head.

“I know it was rape, Pretty...but I wasn't given a choice.” Wildfire paused to drain the rest of her glass, smiling with pleasure as she swallowed the Moonshine. “Besides, I'd much rather they used me and go to bed sore as buck than spend time stuffed in the box with a broken wing.”

“You will never go back to them.” Airmail stated matter-of-factly, “I will kill them all first.” She said in a manner that quite clearly said she was not exaggerating or being facetious in any way at all.

“Airmail…” Tempest said warningly, resting her own empty glass down.

“I wish they were dead.”

“Please, never say that again.” Airmail was shaking so hard that Wildfire could feel the vibrations against her left flank. “Please Wily, I'm a…a...I’m a killer.” Tears welled in her brown eyes as she ripped the admission from deep within her very soul.

“Um…you are? Really?” Wildfire asked, before mentally facehooving as she remembered what Caffeinated had said to Dusk and herself back in his coffee shop earlier that morning.

“I…I'm very good at it…” Airmail muttered, giving way finally to the tears that stung her eyes, “I've killed hundreds of ponies.” She wept, her tears tracing tracks down her blue furred cheeks. “It's…okay if you want to hate me now.” She said quietly, eyes glued firmly to the hardwood floor.

“Pretty, I couldn’t ever hate you!” Wildfire exclaimed as she sought out Airmail’s nuzzle and gave the sobbing pony as delicate and loving a kiss as she could manage. “But...now, now I’m free…I wish they were dead before they ever got their hooves on me, and turned me into...into this!” She spat out the word 'this' with real disgust as she reached her left foreleg over Airmail’s shoulder and squeezed her into a hug.

Tempest raised an eyebrow, “You mean, into this beautiful mare that has come into our lives?”

Submitting to the hug, Airmail allowed herself to be held, allowed Wildfire to shower her face and muzzle with haphazard sloppy kisses she felt she didn’t deserve. “I'm not stupid, Honey.” Said Wildfire as she turned her face towards the sandalwood scented pony. “I know today was an accident…” she said, still kissing on and around Airmail’s lips.

Hearing this Airmail whispered in the yellow ear, “What was an accident, Wily?”

Wildfire took a deep breath and steadied herself, for she knew what she was about to say wouldn’t be very well received, but they were being honest with each other, right? “If…if Vocal Chord hadn't been so busy with his band, then Dusk wouldn't have brought me here.” She said somewhat sadly, “He only asked me to come because he was too nervous to come on his own.” She bent her head and nuzzled Airmail a little more.”

“What!?” Now Tempest shouted, her patience almost at and end. “What!?” She shouted again, “Are you saying my love for you is an accident?” She stomped her violet hoof to the hardwood floor. “Are you saying I should never have loved you and that you should still be in that Tartarus Damned hole in Canterlot?” She leant forward, her wings flared angrily as she jabbed her forehoof to Wildfire’s chest. “Am I just an accident to you, Wily?”

“No!” Immediately Wildfire cowered, her forehooves shooting protectively up over her head, her whole body shivering. “No! I…I'm sorry! I do love you...please, please don’t send me back, please!” She begged pathetically.

“Send you back!?” Tempest shouted again, “Send you back!?” She shrank back to her futon, only now realising the effect her tirade was having on the mare she claimed to love. “I love you, Wildfire! I'll never let them send you back!” Tenderly she reached for Wildfire’s cheek, with the same hoof she jabbed with. “I love you. I love you right now with all that you are. I'm sorry I yelled at you, but we promised we would tell you if you disappointed one of us. I was disappointed because you thought my love for you wasn't real.”

Still cowering on her futon, Wildfire whimpered, “I...I know it’s real Honey,” she sniffed miserably, trying her best to cry but of course with no tear ducts, no tears would ever come. Indeed, she doubted there were enough tears in Equestria to account for the emotion she felt. “I…I just meant me being here in Manehatten at all was the accident.”

Gently Airmail put her right foreleg around Wildfire’s neck and nuzzled her cheek. “Wily, please don't think that. Nothing that ever happens is an accident.”

“If this is an accident, Wily,” Tempest said while very, very gently nudging her hoof under Wildfire’s chin to coax her from out of her little cocoon, “Then it is the best accident that has happened to us in a long time.” Smiling, she leant in conspiratorially to the little yellow mare. “Do you know what will cheer Airmail up?” She asked in a stage whisper before adding, “And I think it will please you too…”

“Um…I um…I do like being with you Pretty, and with you, Honey.” Wildfire smiled a little tiny smile as she emerged from her forelegs. “You two haven't made me do anything that I haven’t wanted to, and well, um, that’s really nice.” She blushed a little at Tempest’s highly suggestive, almost lascivious tone. “Um…what is it, Honey?” She asked nervously, wary of the coming reply.

“Airmail really likes to have her wings preened, and I think you will be pleased to do so, right?”

Wildfire could practically sense the half-lidded look on Tempest’s face as she purred into her ear. “Oh, of course, I want to be happy making her happy.” She replied with a soft giggle. Then, a very, very long hidden thought crept daringly into her brain. A thought she hadn’t had since her days with Air Raid, and the first few days in the home. Thoughts that involved a little filly called Fireflight. “Um…is it okay if I tell you something, after?”

Airmail smiled as she quickly scooted into prime preening position in front of Wildfire and obligingly spread her wings as wide open as she could. “Wily, you can tell us anything at any time.”

“You’ll want to use your mouth and your hooves to find Airmail’s wingtip and then starting with the primaries, move along down the wing towards her barrel.” Tempest grinned as she moved around to the right side of the two other pegasi before her, eager to play cheerleader.

“Um…” Wildfire started, shuffling forward on her futon in order to touch her muzzle to the feathers of Airmail’s left wing, before running her forehoof very carefully along the leading edge of the wing to deftly stroke the first primary. “When we were with Luna, before, you asked me about any fears, hopes and dreams I had? I um…I wasn’t entirely honest. I do have one dream.” She said quietly as she added her tongue to the next feather in line.

“Aaah…” Airmail moaned, her brown eyes closed, the azure blue mare already feeling the pleasure of the tongue now running along her feathers, “Our…oooh…our hope is to make your dream become real.”

“You've done your own wings,” Tempest nodded eagerly, “Do you feel good after?”

As she sniffed along Airmail’s feathers Wildfire smiled as she built up a mental image of a set of pinions majestic enough to rival the Princesses themselves. “It’s…it’s a silly dream really, Pretty.” Wildfire smiled with the thought that maybe, just maybe, her fictional filly at long last had a very good chance of becoming reality. “And Honey, I feel really good when I preen my wings.

When Airmail spoke next, Wildfire could’ve sworn she could hear the smile in the azure blue mare’s northern accented voice. “Silly…hmmm…silly dreams can be the best ones to aaah…make come true.”

“Okay,” Tempest smiled, watching the yellow pegasus eagerly exploring her marefriend’s left wing. “Then you've got the basics down already. Start with the primaries there at the wingtip and then move to the tertiaries nearer to the bone. Pull out any loose or broken feathers you come across and just spit them out to the side. As you move in start with the secondaries and then the tertiaries in front of them.” Tempest barely took a breath as she was getting into full ‘teacher’ mode. “Use your mouth to align the feathers and she will be in paradise.”

Nodding, Wildfire pulled away from Airmail’s wing and in a very tiny voice that the other two had to struggle to hear, said, “I um…I really want to have a foal.” Quickly, as if embarrassed, she went back to Airmail’s wing and with her lips she found her primary feathers and sticking out her tongue she dragged a long slow sensuous lick over their downy surface, using her mouth only to gently realign a few she found that were out of place. Feeling along the wing with her nose she started on the secondaries, carefully tugging a loose one she found, causing Airmail to purr like a kitten.

As Airmail purred and moaned from the enthusiastic, if inexperienced preen, Tempest giggled from behind her violet hoof. “You're doing very well, Wily. Would you like to do both wings now?”

“Sure I would Honey,” Wildfire giggled, her voice muffled slightly by the blue feathered wall of secondary feathers she was muzzle deep in. Moving on to the smaller tertiary feathers, she kissed each and every one, lavishing a little more attention upon them than was strictly necessary before moving across Airmail's back, planting sloppy wet kisses at the nerve points where the wings met her body.

“Hmm…aaah…th-thank you Wily that is just lovely.” Airmail cooed happily, her wings fluttering involuntarily with each touch of her lover’s lips.

“Wily, we will be sure to talk about your dream when you are done.” Tempest said kindly, laying a violet forehoof on Wildfire’s shoulder as she crossed over onto Airmail’s right wing. “It is a big step and it is definitely not silly.”

Moving up to the primaries now on Airmail's other wing, she gripped one that was broken and bent out of shape, she took it in her mouth and tugged it gently. Having a thought she placed her left forehoof on Airmail's back softly rubbing in circles around the base of the wing as she worked diligently at realigning the feathers.

Again Airmail purred loudly and in a positively cute fashion as Tempest watched the diminutive pegasus work. “Dusk was a fool to not let you preen his wings.” Tempest giggled, slightly envious of the job Wildfire was doing.

“Heehee…I've known for years he's a fool,” Wildfire giggled, sending little vibrations through Airmail's wing as she went ever lower, tugging out a couple of loose tertiary feathers.

“Hmm…hmm…” Airmail moaned, shivering under Wildfire’s extremely gentle touch, and especially from the vibrations in her wing. Airmail panted, her tongue comically hanging out, “That is soooo good!”

Grinning at a job well done, Wildfire used the hoof on Airmail's back for balance before moving the other forehoof to gently caress the underside of the right wing as she sucked and nibbled a few errant secondary feathers. “What...like this pretty?” She asked innocently, very impressed with the general standard of cleanliness of Airmail’s wings as she hadn’t encountered very many feather mites at all.

“Aah…aah…T-Tempest,” Airmail gasped, her wings fully erect. “She followed me home, can we keep her? Pleeeease?”

Tempest giggled as Wildfire finally pulled away from the azure blue mare’s wings. “Aaaand, I think I'm done.” She said, licking her lips. “I’m sorry if I missed any. Um…if you like, I could always go other them both really slow to make sure I got everywhere?”

“You did a wonderful job, my love.” Airmail said as she glanced over at Tempest. “Together we can...”

Unfortunately Wildfire didn’t get to find out what they could do as just then the plain wooden door opened and she heard what was undoubtedly Snowfall’s voice come from the doorway, that and a waft of her white chocolate scent confirmed to the blind pegasus who it was. “Good evening, I am sorry if I'm spoiling your three’s fun.”

“Hello, Snowfall, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Tempest asked curiously.

“Prince...oh, I’m sorry,” the elderly pure white earth pony mare corrected herself with a smile. “Luna, would like to talk to all three of you if you have the time.”

Wildfire perked her head up and turned to face the sound of Snowfall’s voice. “Luna wants us?”

“She wants to speak with you, dear.” Snowfall said gently. “She is upstairs listening to one of my son-in-law’s many stories.”

Wildfire nudged the reins that were looped around the back of her neck and tucked under her bridle. “Will you lead me, Pretty?” She asked nervously.

Standing to her hooves, Airmail turned and held her chin in her wingtip. “I would be honoured too, and you are looking beautiful, surely fit to be seen by a Princess.”

~ ~ ~

Standing in the now crowded U shaped hallway outside of the almost empty Dungeon, Dusk allowed the double doors to close behind him as the midnight blue stallion came face to face with Sonic, Trails, Omega, and Sunshine who were all stood patiently waiting for him. Glancing to his left he saw the other herd ponies either walking or being carried up the stairs to the main floor of the ranch.

Sonic looked past the young Prince to lock eyes with Mapper who had just appeared behind the stallion in the Dungeon’s doorway, but with the merest shake of her head and a flick of her ear the purple earth pony stallion knew it’d be pointless asking her right now. “By Luna's left ear that was the strangest shit she has ever done.” He said before turning his questioning gaze to Dusk once more. “Do you know what the buck is going on?”

By way of response, Dusk grunted a non-committal something that sounded vaguely like, “Huh…do I ever, Sonic.”

“Why don't we wait it out in our club room?” Trails asked – freed, Dusk noted, from the constricting hoof-sleeves that he had been bound in back in the Dungeon.

“Yeah,” Sunshine commented as the cream earth pony sidled up to his partner with a nuzzle to his neck, “I'd love to get this cock lock off.”

“Hmm…” Omega smiled teasingly, “I don't know, Sunny.” He sang, enjoying the look of desperation on his stallion.

Dusk scuffed his hooves on the carpeted floor, “Look,” he said tersely, “I'll fill you all in in the club room, 'kay? Might want some drinks though.”

“We have a bar in the room.” Sonic pointed with his hoof towards the wooden door of the Stallion’s Room.

Omega, catching the tone in the pegasus’s voice took a step closer, a look of concerned sympathy in his brown eyes. “Those drinks going to be non-alcoholic, Dusk?”

“You know what?” Dusk snapped, “Just this once, no, Omega.”

“Dude, I care okay?” Omega said gently with an eggshell white hoof resting on Dusk’s shoulder, “And besides, I don't need Caffy on my ass about this.” He forced a smile, “So is one good one going to be enough? I don't want you to be shitfaced on your first visit.”

“Dusk, I'll back Omega on this.” Sonic joined in with a second hoof, this time his own placed on the Prince’s other shoulder. “You can always go upstairs if you want to get hammered.”

Dusk sighed, visibly deflating before the intense stares of the four other stallions. “Yeah okay, look guys, I’m sorry for snapping at you, it’s just been a day and a half.” Dusk looked intently at the floor of the hallway. ‘A day and a half…that’s a way of describing it at least…’ he thought to himself. Unbidden, thoughts of earlier in the day crept into his head. Without the need to close his eyes he could see them, the Wardens all lined up on their knees in the care home’s dining hall, some were begging for their lives, some were weeping, while some had silently accepted their fate. He could see his mother walking up and down the line, or the thing that shared his mother’s body anyway, coldly pronouncing judgement and announcing their sentence. Try as he might he could see the Nightmare’s slit green eyes alive with vengeance as her long horn lit up and one by one the Wardens fell, their hearts magically crushed to ruin in their chests.

Last to fall was Amethyst Glory. Not once did she flinch or quail, not once did she try and run like the others. As the Nightmare fitted the blades to his wings she just knelt and bared her neck, not once looking away nor showing any remorse. Dusk blinked, those emerald eyes full of hate burned into his mind. “I…I just need one of the strongest things you have, Sonic.”

Smiling, Trails led the small group into the Stallion’s Room, quickly followed by Sunshine, Omega, and Sonic, who paused and motioned with a hoof for Dusk to enter ahead of him. Dusk managed a small smile as he entered, somewhat cheered that the room still smelled of their earlier escapades. Wasting no time at all, Trails walked up to the little bar – that just happened to be a twin of the one in the Mare’s Room – and immediately got to work prepping the five drinks. “Caffy sent us down some of your mom's Moonshine.” The pink stallion explained as he got out five glasses, “So, two ounces of that and do you want a mixer with it?”

Dusk’s mind was elsewhere as he took his futon. ‘Amethyst Glory, I pronounce you guilty of the wilful neglect, false imprisonment and torture of one hundred and forty seven ponies placed under your care over the space of fifteen years. Do you have anything to say before I carry out your sentence?’ Dusk shivered, wishing with all his soul that his mind’s eye would show him something else. ‘Ha! Don’t make me laugh, colt. You don’t have it in you like she does…’ were the last words to come from Amethyst Glory’s mouth as Dusk flexed his wings, “Oh um…straight up if you don't mind Trails, straight up…” he could still feel the pang of pity, see the flash of the impossibly sharp wingblades, smell the sudden overwhelming coppery tang of blood that filled his nostrils as it fountained from the awful wound.

“No problem,” Trails smiled, busily mixing the drink for the small group, “One straight up Moonshine it is. At least one of you is easy,” the pink stallion giggled as he poured out the various concoctions. “Over to you, Omega.”

Omega, who was sat on a particularly large futon with his partner, paused in his fondling of Sunshine’s still-locked sheath as he lit up his horn and with a little concentration floated the respective drinks over to their owners, making the cream coated stallion whine in frustration.

“So what’s up with Mapper?” Sonic asked, taking his Sunset Dream in his purple forehoof, “I don't think I've ever seen her not beat a pony.”

Dusk took his straight Moonshine in his wing as he got comfy on his futon – the grade A whipping that Mapper administered to his hindquarters still stinging a little, particularly the last strike above his sack – “Mom authorised her to break Wildfire,” he explained simply, taking a sip of the Moonshine that made the normally tea total stallion wince and gag. “It’s a test Mom wants her to pass.”

“It’s still odd.” Sonic commented after a sip of his drink, “I've seen Mapper break ponies before.”

Omega smiled, raising his Sunrise in a salute to the pink dominatrix, “She doesn't always use force. She can play mind games with the best of them.”

“Okay,” Sonic nodded in agreement of the eggshell white unicorn’s statement, “So what, Wildfire has a thing about being hung upside down?”

Dusk shook his head and took another sip of the straight Moonshine that once again burned his throat on its way down to his belly, “No Sonic, she's absolutely terrified of being shut up in a small box barely big enough to fit her and being left on her own.” The midnight blue stallion shivered, ‘Amethyst Glory, I pronounce you guilty of the wilful neglect, false imprisonment and torture…’ again he shivered but quickly recovered himself. Anypony willing to use the ‘Pegasi’s Fear’ in such a twisted and evil way deserved what they got, and that was that.

“Well, she’s in a big box now, and she can't touch the sides.” Trails said with a sympathetic shudder as he sat by Sonic’s side. “Sounds like something Mapper would do, alright.”

Laid on the futon next to Omega, Sunshine whined, desperate now to have the sheath lock removed. “P-Pleeeease…”

“Not now, Pet,” Omega shushed him with a dismissive hoof, “Grownups are talking.” Turning his attention to Dusk, Omega asked curiously, “What do you mean, Luna authorized it?”

Nursing his Moonshine in his wingtip Dusk replied without looking up. “The abuse she took at the 'care home'…” he paused, shuddering in disgust at the very thought of the place, “They conditioned her to take a real beating and be proud of what she could take. Apparently she didn’t safe word out when Mapper had her outside earlier even though her wings were giving her discomfort and pain. So, Mom wanted to know if she could be pushed to using it.” Once more he looked at the half empty glass held in his wingtip, hearing the mocking tone of Amethyst in his head. ‘Ha! Don’t make me laugh, colt. You don’t have it in you like she does…’ he didn’t have to try very hard to see the flashing of the wingblades and what happened next.

“Dusk, I assure you that what is said in the club room stays in the club room,” Omega said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone, “But I'd love to ask you that question later in an interview, or will it be no comment and not worth my bother?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Something like that went down here in Manehatten not too long ago.” Sonic commented as he lovingly stroked Trails’s grey mane.”

“Yeah,” Trails agreed, sipping his own drink. “A city official was paid off to not inspect, wasn’t it?” He asked rhetorically, “He got caught and a lot of heads rolled. That was some bucked up shit, right there.”

“Please Master,” Sunshine begged, kissing Omega’s fetlocks, “I'm going to bust a nut.”

Omega grinned, using his magic to gently roll his Sub over onto his back to expose the shining lock holding his stallionhood restrained in his sheath. “You want me to kiss it and make it all better?” Without waiting for a reply from his Pet he started to kiss Sunshine’s nutsack.

“Arrrrrggggg!” Sunshine gasped as his partner continued to place wet sloppy kisses all over his pendulous balls.

“Oooh, Omega, do I have a story for you.” Dusk said humourlessly as he necked the rest of his Moonshine in one swallow, ignoring now the burning sensation in his throat. “For all of you. But, but that’s why we were escorted out of the Dungeon, so we wouldn’t hear her screams, and to make her believe she's alone.”

“A story I'd very much like to hear,” Omega said with a nod of his head to Dusk, “But I think my Pet needs a bit of love right now.” He smiled, once more kissing and fondling his Pet’s heavy balls. “Don't you, my baby?”

“Pleeeease Master!” Sunshine whined.

With a flash of his magic Omega unlocked the sheath lock and levitated the bondage device over to the toy chest in the corner of the Stallion’s Room and watched appreciatively as Sunshine wasted no time at all in emerging from his previously bound sheath and getting rock hard. “I think I know a good home for that.” Omega grinned, waggling his rump playfully.

Dusk looked on, enjoying the scene as he watched Sunshine’s stallionhood getting hard and erect, his powerful wings already at half-mast.

“Who's that for?” Omega asked, gently stroking his Pet’s hardened cock.

“Only you, Master.”

Another stroke of an eggshell white hoof along Sunshine’s mottled cream member, “And?”

“Anypony you offer me to, Master.”

Gently, Omega slapped his hoof against his Pet’s sack, “Who is it not for?”

“Aaah…” Sunshine gasped, his iron hard cock twitching with the force of the hoof-slap. “M-Me Master…aah…I-I may not pleasure myself.”

Grinning widely, Omega turned his back to Sunshine and leant over the edge of the futon that both stallions were laid on, and rested his forehooves under his chin on the hardwood floor. “Bring it home to Master!” He said, raising up his turquoise tail over his back to present his tail-hole to his partner.

Sunshine rolled to his hooves and, reaching for the cherry flavoured lube from the toy chest the cream coated stallion wasted absolutely no time at all in smearing a generous hoof full of it all over his throbbing erection. When he judged himself adequately lubricated, Sunshine mounted his partner and lined up the flat head of his stallionhood with Omega’s waiting hole, and in one easy motion bucked his hips forward, entering up to his medial ring.

In spite of his sombre mood, Dusk smiled, his left forehoof straying down his midnight blue furred body to rub along his sheath. “Hmm…” he moaned, biting his lip as he watched Sunshine thrust harder into Omega’s anus past the medial ring to hilt inside him, the eggshell white stallion busy drooling into the hardwood floor.

Still gently stroking Trails’s grey mane Sonic saw where Dusk’s attention was focussed and his purple muzzle split with a wide smile. “You need a landing zone for that, flyboy?” He asked with an appreciative nod to the Prince’s hardening shaft as it emerged from his sheath.

“Know what Sonic,” Dusk grinned, “Why not?”

Sonic nudged his Pet’s flank, “Think pink.”

Immediately, needing no further prompting, Trails rushed forward and knelt before the midnight blue pegasus. “What is your wish?” He asked subserviently.

Pondering for just a moment, Dusk smiled. “I want you to suck this like your life depended on it.” He said finally, giving Trails his best bedroom eyes as he stood up from the futon – his hindquarters were still too sore from Mapper’s cane to lay down on – his erection swinging between his open his hind legs.

“I'm sure I can do better than the first time,” Trails said with a wry grin as he scooted around Dusk’s hind legs and rolled under him on his back, his pink muzzle resting inches away from the glistening head of Dusk’s cock, a drop of pre already leaking from the urethra.

“You want this quick or slow?” Sonic asked, positioning himself in front of the young Prince.

“Slow.” Dusk answered straightaway, not needing to think about it. “I want to enjoy this.”

“Yes Master, as do I.” Came Trails’s voice from his position down between Dusk’s hindlegs as he started his ministrations, delivering long slow deliberate licks and gentle nibbles along the length of his shaft while he fondled his heavy balls with a pink hoof.

As his pink Pet got to work underneath the midnight blue pegasus, Sonic leant forward and applied a firm lip lock to the younger stallion’s lips, not asking for any kind of permission, the dominant earth pony stallion slid his tongue inside Dusk’s willing mouth as he shuddered from the sensations, enjoying the licks and nibbles that Trails was giving him.

In a stark contrast to the slow ministrations that Dusk was receiving, Omega squealed in pleasure at the hard rutting he was getting from Sunshine behind him, almost on the verge of an Equestria-shattering climax as he watched the three of them in front of him. Buried deep in his anal passage Omega felt Sunshine’s thrusts become erratic and his breathing fast and shallow. “Now Sunny! Fill your Master now!” He ordered, knowing he wasn’t at all far away.

Playfully Dusk nipped Sonic's tongue, causing the purple stallion to withdraw from his mouth. “Didn’t ask, did we?” He asked with a smirk.

Unabashed, Sonic shook his head. “Nope, you going to refuse?”

“I didn’t say that now, did I?” Dusk replied as he pulled Sonic into a rough kiss, mashing their lips together while he bucked his hips hard into Trails’s face just as Sunshine screamed as he came hard into Omega’s ass.

“That was my first taste of your mom's Moonshine and I'm liking it.” Sonic smiled, pulling his tongue from Dusk’s mouth. “Your mom has made some nice things, to include you, flyboy.”

Omega grunted into his forehooves and Sunshine, still hilted deep in his Master’s ass leant forward over his eggshell white back to lick and kiss his ears, a very contented happy smile on his cream face.

“I’m so very glad you approve,” Dusk whispered with a half-lidded gaze. “And, whomever said I was nice?” He purred as seductively as he could manage before once more kissing Sonic, moving his tongue with deft assurance into the purple stallion’s mouth.

“I say you’re nice.” Sonic winked as he sucked hard on Dusk’s tongue while all the while Trails laid tender teasing kisses along the hard length of his cock. “You have a sweet ass.” Breaking the kiss he glanced over at the other pair of stallions. “If you’re finished over there Omega, we need you over here.” Sonic grinned as he went back to kissing and trying to steal Dusk’s tongue.

As Dusk tongue wrestled Sonic for dominance of his mouth – which wasn’t really any contest, since Dusk gladly moved his tongue aside for the more dominant pony - he just saw Sunshine and Omega walk past his field of view and lowered his left forehoof down to stroke Sonic’s hardening shaft.

“Now, he said he wants it slow, Sunny.” Dusk heard Omega’s voice, followed by a light laugh, but he felt a broad wet tongue press under the dock of his tail and immediately started swirling and lapping around the muscular ring of his tail-hole in slow circular motions, causing the Prince to give a low moan just as Trails finally took his whole length in his mouth, but still moving agonisingly slowly. A split second later and there was yet another sensation on Dusk’s right wing as a Omega began a slow preening, while Sonic left his hooves on the floor, happy to let him lead.

“GAaaAAH…” Dusk let out a cute gasp at the sudden sensations that hit him all at once, from the anilingus from Sunshine, the expert fellatio from Trails to the sensuous preening that Omega was giving him, it all combined to make his knees weak. “Aaah…y-you hit my spot right there, Sunny…” he moaned blissfully before resuming the kiss to Sonic while rubbing his hoof along his shaft a little harder.

“You still want it slow, Dusk?” Omega asked with a smirk as Dusk flared out his powerful midnight blue wings wide to their fullest span, the feathers fully erect. The eggshell white stallion also noted with satisfaction the series of grunts that the pegasus made at Trails's delicate ministrations, causing him to buck his hips harder in desperation for relief.

“AaaAAH…d-damn…damn that’s soooo good!” Dusk cried before turning his gaze to Omega. “B-Buck no…I've had it with slow.”

Sonic pulled away from the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, “You heard him, boys!” Sonic then put a hoof behind Dusk’s head and pulled the Prince’s muzzle onto his own, forcefully invading his mouth with his tongue just as Trails went into deep throat mode and Sunshine decided to see just how much of his tongue Dusk’s asshole could take. Omega meanwhile continued his slow sensual preen, waiting for Dusk to hit his peak.

“H-H-Holy shit...” Dusk’s pink eyes began to roll backwards in his head at the rush from all the stimuli, and seizing his opportunity Sonic pressed his tongue down his throat, thereby winning the mouth battle. “T-Trails...oh Goddesses...” Dusk gasped, his voice all muffled, “I-I'm g-gonna cum...” the pegasus grunted and twitched involuntarily, his immaculate feathers going into spasms, “O-Omega, y-you aaaah…you preen like that, I-I'm...keeping you...” he moaned in utter bliss, his climax not long away now.

“Oh yes, yes you’ll cum alright…” the eggshell white unicorn grinned an evil grin as he lit up his horn and rested it at the base of Dusk’s wings, right at the spot on his back between his shoulders and his wings, and casting his spell, sonically rippling all of the feathers as the sensation of a thousand butterflies danced over the Prince’s wings.

“BUUUUCK!” Dusk screamed at the top of his lungs, screamed as he came, and came violently, shooting rope after rope of his semen straight down Trails’s throat as his knees buckled under him from all the stimulating sensations spread across his body.

Grinning somewhat maniacally, Omega kept up the ‘butterfly effect’, as he called it, upon Dusk’s wings until the royal pegasus orgasmed for a second time. As Dusk shot more of his cum down the pink stallion’s throat, Omega slowly began to taper the spell’s effect, Trails kept Dusk’s cock hilted deep in his throat and Sunshine didn't slow down either. Still pulled into a deep kiss, he could feel Sonic's smile around his midnight blue lips.

“Aah…aah…” Dusk panted long and hard, “Y-You're all...coming home...with me…” he panted, breathing heavily around the kiss that Sonic refused to let go of. “Ah…phew…” he gasped, finally after a few long minutes able to bring his breathing back to a normal rate.

Sitting back on his haunches behind the still-twitching pegasus, Omega laughed out loud. “I can't take Sunny all the way to Canterlot.”

“And, I'm not leaving because we like where we are.” Sonic grinned, planting a very delicate little kiss on Dusk’s lips. “You can visit any time, of course.”

“Hmm…y-you can count on it…” Dusk wriggled a little, as round his hindquarters Sunshine and Trails were busy doing clean up. “Damn…I so needed that!” He exclaimed, thoughts of Amethyst Glory, of Helping Hooves care home, even of Canterlot, pushed well out of his mind thanks to the four very sexy stallions around him in this little corner of Manehatten.

Still laughing, Omega reached forward and carefully stroked Dusk’s quivering primary feathers. “You ever try earth pony?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Nope,” Dusk shook his head, “Just unicorn.” He said, thinking longingly of his beautiful stallion back in Canterlot, and what his Vocal might be doing, whether he was missing Dusk as much as Dusk was him.

“Well Dusk, I keep Sunny around for more than just his cooking,” Omega chuckled, now gently massaging between the pegasus’s flight muscles, “And I'm sure he has you well lubed up by now.”

“Sure you do,” Dusk said with a wink at Omega.

“He really is a good cook,” Sonic said in Sunshine’s defence, “But I don't tell the mares about his special spices.”

Dusk, unsure if that was an innuendo or merely an in-joke that he had no way off getting, merely turned to the cream earth pony stallion with a smile and said, “Sunny, I hope you're up for rutting this…” he wiggled his flank suggestively, “Cos I'm not in the mood for gentle.”

Chuckling, Omega scooted around to the front of Dusk next to Sonic, “I'm not suggesting Sunny.” He snickered and nudged Sonic’s barrel with his foreleg. “This pony has been drooling over your royal ass since you arrived.”

“I don’t care who,” Dusk grinned as Sonic actually blushed a very deep purple, “As long as somepony ruts me good and hard.” Reaching out with his foreleg, purely to ‘encourage’ him, Dusk stroked his hoof along the length of Sonic's iron-hard shaft.

“One hard and rough rutting coming right up.” Sonic moved behind him so fast Dusk swore the earth pony stallion had teleported. “Thanks Sunny,” he said, stroking the cream stallion’s blue mane as he made way for him. “You can clean my tail-hole if you like?”

“In our club it’s usually three on one, but thanks to your visit we can now do four on one!” Omega smiled as Sunshine gave a simple “Eeyup,” to Sonic. Placing a soft kiss on the Prince’s mouth that almost asked ‘can I?’ Omega said, “I'd like another oral interview with you right now.” With that he kissed Dusk’s lips a little more forcefully, meanwhile Trails was still underneath the midnight blue pegasus, attempting, with his mouth and tongue, to milk him dry.

“Come get it…” Dusk said in between kisses, finally mashing his lips into Omega’s, letting the eggshell white unicorn know he was okay with rough as he pushed his tongue into his mouth with a renewed force.

Just then Dusk felt the weight of a stallion on his back, far heavier than Vocal Chord ever was, with a coarser coat and a headier, muskier scent. Sonic placed his forehooves squarely on Dusk’s shoulders, just above his wing joints and in one hard fluid motion, thanks in no small part to sheer amount of Sunshine’s saliva that coated his sphincter and anal cavity, thrust his dark purple stallionhood into the Prince’s tail-hole. “Damn you're tighter than I thought, flyboy.” Sonic grunted as he thrust in past his medial ring.

“Oooh…oh sweet Goddesses!” Dusk moaned, causing Omega to snicker in his mouth as he tried with all his might to push back against the thick veiny cock now buried up to the hilt in his asshole. “Nggh! I-Is that...all you got?” Dusk gasped as he thrust himself backwards, “I said I wanted rough!” He goaded, pulling Omega into a deep hard kiss.

Sonic snorted, “By Luna's vulva, I'll give it to you rough!” He leant forward, taking hold of Dusk’s dark grey mane with his teeth and roughly yanked his head back. Rearing up to his hind hooves Omega put his fore hooves on Dusk’s shoulders to hold the kiss just as Trails’s tongue found it’s way everywhere over the Prince’s shaft in his mouth.

“AaaAAH! AaaAH!” Dusk screamed aloud as Omega momentarily released the kiss to allow him precious breath, “Harder! Buck me!” He shouted, thrilling at the pain in his mane as his head was pulled back, forcing his tongue once more into Omega's willing mouth.

Grunting, Sonic pulled out hard and just as hard, slammed himself back into Dusk’s welted ass, the royal pegasus’s pink eyes going wide, and no doubt he would’ve screamed in ecstasy and pain had Omega not took that moment to force his tongue deep into his mouth. A hoof he couldn’t see was gently juggling his balls while teeth danced along the length of his hard cock.

“AAAH…OooOOW Yeees!” Dusk’s moan was muffled and only barely audible, “Like that...ride me like that!” He vaguely wondered if Sonic could understand him, his breath and moan stolen by the unicorn’s kiss, he felt his shaft getting hard again from the attention under him, and he eased up a little on the kiss.

Letting go of Dusk’s mane, Sonic pushed him forward with a particularly hard thrust of his thick cock into his spread open asshole. “S-Sunny that isn't my tail-hole!” He grunted as Sunshine began to lick and suck Sonic’s heavy balls.

“Sweet CelestiaaAAA!” Dusk threw his head back and screamed, as Trails now had Dusk’s rock hard length to the hilt in his mouth, and at the same time he felt somepony's tongue lapping at his swinging balls. Desperately he tried to push back in time with the rough hard thrusting from Sonic behind him. “H-Hit...me, s-spank my flanks!” He gasped as Omega once again allowed him to breathe.

“You have my permission, Sunny.” The eggshell white unicorn said before he mashed his lips to Dusk’s own, again easily dominating the Prince’s mouth.

Pausing in mid-thrust Sonic watched as Sunshine’s hoof swung and was intercepted by Dusk’s rippling flank. “By Luna's cutie mark that is hot!” He grabbed Dusk’s dark grey mane again and picked up the pace of his thrusts to a burn.

“AaaAAH!” Dusk moaned heavenly into Omega's mouth. “T-Tell him t-to hit me h-harder! AaAArrg! S-Sonic...Buck me, please, BUUUUCK MEEE!”

Sunshine however needed no more further encouragement and he surged up Sonic's back to reach Dusk’s hindquarters with both of his forehooves. The weight of the cream earth pony stallion on his back drove Sonic into a frenzy of motion, the purple pony almost a blur as he pounded Dusk’s ass. Trails deep throated Dusk’s throbbing cock, swallowing him hard in time with Sonic’s rapid thrusts. Omega pulled back from the kiss just to watch the look on Dusk’s face with a smile plastered over his muzzle.

“B-Buuuck T-Trails you…you’re good…” Dusk winced under the continuous unrelenting assault, loving absolutely every second. “AAAH…S-Sonic...I want you to cum in me, fill me up!”

Adjusting his position slightly, Sonic’s forelegs now pulled at the base of Dusk’s wing joints, at the most sensitive point where the powerful pinions met his barrel. Again he loosened his hold of the dark grey mane. “Goddess of the Night I'm cumming!” The purple earth pony gave a last few erratic thrusts before reaching his pent up climax, spewing his thick gooey cum deep into the Prince’s bowels. Trails meanwhile was already putting his all into the effort of his expertly applied blowjob, determined to make him cum as Sunshine’s hooves started to leave red marks on Dusk’s midnight blue fur.

As Sonic continued to fill Dusk’s ass, he could feel the welts and bruises forming on his flanks - not caring in the slightest as he felt he deserved this pain – he lowered his head, gasping, moaning from the sheer pleasure. He was just about to warn Trails he was going to cum as well when the feeling of hot semen gushing deep up his hole finally pushed the pegasus over his edge, and with a loud scream he came as well, shooting again in Trails's mouth.

“G-Goddesses…” Dusk moaned, slumping as his legs could no longer bear his weight. “S-Sweet G-Goddesses...”

Still hilted inside the slumped worn out pegasus, Sonic rested his weight on his back as Sunshine slid off of Sonic’s back and began gently licking and kissing the hoof marks he left on one flank, a couple, he noted had fallen dangerously close to the still red and angry cane prints that Mapper had left on Dusk’s hindquarters. Having finally drunk his fill, Trails quickly joined Sunshine in ministering to the welts on his other flank.

“By Luna's Sainted Clitoris, you are a good lay.” Sonic breathed, the other three ponies breaking out laughing at Sonic’s choice of swear.

Shivering at the heavenly wet kisses on his flanks, Dusk moaned, “You...you…aren't bad...either.”

Leaving his position at Dusk’s mouth, Omega got up to his hooves and trotted over to the small well stocked bar. “So, Dusk, a mixed drink to help recover?” He asked with a loud snicker.

Unmoving from his position bent over the futon, Dusk merely nodded. “Uh huh…please...that'd be great…” he replied, smiling weakly and thoroughly spent.

“Keep mixing, Horny…” Sonic said, a little weakly himself, as he finally fell out of Dusk’s well plowed passage, which he took as his cue to slide off of his back. The purple earth pony placed a tender kiss on Dusk’s cheek and barely made it to his own futon with Trails as ever by his side before his drink arrived via magical levitation.

Next, Omega floated a glass over to Dusk, who took the drink in the grip of his shaky hoof, taking a small sip, noting how it tasted like one of Manehatten's famous Long Island Iced Teas, where the flavour hides the alcohol. Of course, he smiled, Omega had the presence of mind to make him a virgin one.

“Hmm…that’s really not bad Omega, thanks.” Dusk said with a smile as two more drinks floated past him and the licking of his flanks stopped while Sunshine recharged.

Omega walked over for a kiss, his own drink floating near him. “You're very welcome.”

“So, do we venture out to see what happened or do we play cards?” Sonic asked the group.

“I think,” Dusk said before taking another sip of his drink, “When whatever happens, happens, we'll all know about it.”

Sonic grinned. “Cards it is, hope you don't mind small stakes.”

“Not at all,” Dusk smiled, “Not at all.”

~ ~ ~

Leaving the Mare’s Room the three pegasi followed Snowfall quietly out into the hallway and towards the flight of stairs that lead up to the main floor of the ranch, but as the elderly pure white earth pony mare began to ascend the steps, Airmail paused before the first riser as a thought came to her. A thought that was bothering her deeply. Motioning with a hoof for Snowfall to carry on ahead, the azure blue mare turned to face Wildfire who was now at her side. “Wily, will you give me an answer from your heart to a question, please?"

Wondering why they had stopped, Wildfire nodded nonetheless. “Of course, Pretty.”

Taking a very deep breath, Airmail plunged in hooves first. “Okay, how do you feel about Mapper?” She asked, her brown eyes narrowed, judging her reaction.

Now it was Wildfire’s turn to pause. ‘How do I feel about Mapper?’ She thought, scuffing her forehoof on the hallway carpet, ‘That…is a very good question…’ Honestly, right then and there, she had no idea. “I um…I don't know. I mean, I liked being her Pet, but she was really mean in that room when she left me.”

“We'll catch up, Snowfall.” Tempest said to the earth pony mare when she turned again at the top of the stairs with a quizzical look on her face. Sharing a look with Airmail, Tempest stepped in next to Wildfire’s right side as Airmail stopped pulling the reins and, looping them over her neck, moved close to the little pegasus’s other side.

“Tell you what,” Airmail said gently, “Think about it for a bit while we just snuggle you.”

For a few all too brief seconds, Wildfire just stood in silence, content to stand there and enjoy the snuggles from her two new herd-mates. She mulled over the question that Airmail had posed to her. On the face of it, it was easy. On the one hoof, Mapper was nice, she smelled vaguely of raspberries, she was kind, considerate and plainly an experienced Dominant. But…but then there was the other hoof, the one that was still sore about what had happened in the Dungeon. “I um, I don’t think I like her very much, Pretty.”

“I can understand that.” Tempest said, somewhat sympathetically, “I didn't like what she did either, but...”

“Mapper asked me first.” Airmail interrupted, cutting across her marefriend, shocking her into silence. Tempest didn’t think they were being quite that honest. “I said she could.” The lead editor carried on, before her resolve began to waver a little, “I'm…I’m sorry, Wildfire.”

Disbelieving of what she’d just heard, Wildfire pulled away from Airmail’s snuggles, her mouth hanging open as she took a step away which also forced Tempest to move lest she be stepped on. “You…you said she could?” To be betrayed by Mapper was one thing, but she had assumed that Airmail and herself had bonded over the last few hours they had spent in each other’s company.

Feeling utterly wretched, Airmail hung her head in shame. She could tell just from Wildfire’s tone she had overstepped a boundary, and that the good work of the previous hours was on the verge of being undone. “I did, Wily.” She admitted as if each syllable was being ripped from her, which wasn’t far from the truth. “I did. I could say it was for us, but that wouldn't be true. It was for you that I betrayed your trust. I love you Wily, and I'm sorry.”

Using the scent of jasmine and the sound of the north western accent, Wildfire turned her head to ‘look’ up straight into Airmail’s face. “You did it for me?” She asked tersely, her feathers fluttering and the fur at the back of her neck rising with her temper.

Tempest didn’t know who to hug the most. She did know however that her marefriend wasn’t being entirely honest, and this brewing situation screamed for honesty. “Airmail?” She asked simply.

Selfishly, Airmail was glad then that Wildfire was blind. She didn’t want to think how much worse this moment could be if the diminutive yellow pegasus had eyes to match her obvious mood. “Okay, that isn't really true either.” Looking at Wildfire’s face though, Airmail didn’t have to use much imagination to place a pair of chestnut brown eyes over the acid scars that dominated Wildfire’s face. 'And…what would they show?’ She asked herself miserably, ‘Hurt, anger, betrayal, outrage or perhaps fear, confusion or mistrust? Or, maybe all of the above?’ Airmail thought miserably, “I did it for me.” The azure said with a slump of her shoulders. “I didn't want to lose you.” She started crying freely as she looked away, unable to look in those terrible eyes.

Rather than cowed by the sadness in Airmail’s voice and the smell of the tears, Wildfire just felt angry, and used, like her innermost demons had been put on display for everypony’s entertainment. “Were you there?” She asked, her wildfire temper barely held in check. She could tell by the change in the sound of Airmail’s voice that she’d looked away from her. ‘How dare she look away from me!’ “Were you watching?”

Airmail merely nodded by way of a reply. “Yes,” she said simply, what more was to be said?

“Well, did you enjoy the show?” Wildfire’s clipped Canterlot accented voice as low and angry as she took a step forwards, stomping her hoof into the hall carpet. “Did I put on a good performance!?” She shouted furiously in Airmail’s face.

“I…uh, I...” Airmail found her words had failed her, and she quailed like a scolded filly caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.

“Wildfire. That is quite enough!” Having been summoned by an apologetic Snowfall and witnessing the commotion from the top of the stairs Luna stomped her silver clad hoof, drawing the attention of all three ponies as she slowly descended the stairs to stand by Airmail’s side. “Airmail is not at fault.”

“What do you mean?” Wildfire asked brusquely. Right now she didn’t care she was in the presence of high royalty. “Didn’t you hear what she let Mapper do?” Her yellow wings flared as she pointed a disgusted hoof in Airmail’s direction.

Shaking her head, Luna merely sighed. “No, Wildfire, I’m afraid you blame the wrong pony.”

“Then who...?” Wildfire demanded, in no mood at all for guessing games.

‘Mother please…give me the strength to get through this, please…’ Luna took a step towards the little yellow pegasus, the difference in height between them as like a mother and a filly. “Wildfire, if you are to be angry at anypony, then be angry at me. I allowed it to happen.”

“No!” Airmail cried, cutting across the lunar alicorn as she had Tempest minutes earlier. “I let it happen so you wouldn't take her away from me. Mapper told me what she would do I said she could!”

“Airmail,” Luna sighed deeply, “There is blame here.” She said with the ghost of a thin smile on her lips, her hoof resting on the azure blue mare’s shoulder, “It is mine, and that burden is mine alone to bear.”

Now, Wildfire turned to Tempest, following the smell of sandalwood to her right. “Honey, were you in on it as well?” She asked, just as harshly as she intended, entirely ignoring the Princess.

“No,” Tempest shook her head, “But I knew something was up when Mapper started what she did,” Tempest explained before pausing for breath and collecting herself. “When I left the room, Airmail and Luna stayed inside…” the violet pegasus looked away, like Airmail she was unable to look at Wildfire. “I...I didn't do anything to stop it…” she admitted, reluctantly letting her go.

“Wildfire,” Luna said, her authoritative voice drawing all attention to her. “Your lovers are blameless.” She nodded once at Airmail then at Tempest. “To their credit they resisted my idea. However I overruled them.”

Wildfire didn’t need to see to know where Luna was standing. All her other senses were lit up like Hearths Warming trees with the aura of sheer power emanating from the lunar alicorn. At any other time it would’ve been awe inspiring. Now, with her back well and truly up, Wildfire took two steps towards the pony that dwarfed her and, craning her head all the way back, spat, “Then why, 'Princess'?” She almost yelled in Luna’s face. “Was it good for you? Was it fun watching the cripple lose her mind for you?”

Subconsciously Luna took a step backwards, unprepared for the vehemence of Wildfire’s tirade. Indeed, there weren’t many ponies in Equestria that had spoken to her like that. “The ah…the ordeal was a test, one I am pleased you passed.”

“Airmail!” Wildfire snapped, still so angry she was ignoring the plaintive sobs coming from the older pegasus, “You said she'd take me away, explain it to me.”

Sniffling back fresh hot tears, and wiping her foreleg over her muzzle to wipe away those that were streaking down her azure blue fur, Airmail finally replied, “L-Luna, she uh…she wanted to um, to take you back…back to C-Canterlot, unless you'd use your safe word.” She couldn’t help it, Airmail couldn’t stop the tears now that flowed freely down her cheeks. “Serenity said…s-she said you wouldn't use it on the parade. M-Mapper said she could get you to use it...by...by putting you in a box and leaving you alone.”

Hearing Airmail’s sobs, Wildfire’s temper evaporated into thin air, leaving a numbed reeling mare in its unpleasant wake. “So, you…put me through my own personal Tartarus just to see if I'd use my safe word?”

“Partly, yes.” Luna nodded, risking a tremulous smile as she sensed they were getting somewhere at last. “Mapper said you were still dependant on others to end your punishments, rather than you doing it yourself, even though you were now able to do so.”

Still crying floods of tears, Airmail reached out with her forehoof to Wildfire, tentatively touching the yellow mare’s left hoof. “Please…Wily, please don't hate me…”

Feeling an instant flash of remorse for what she said to her lover, and the manner in which she’d said it, Wildfire felt the tentative touch of Airmail’s hoof upon her own, and finally smiling she tenderly stroked Airmail's hoof. “So what happens now?”

“Now?” Luna gave a very genuine smile, “Having demonstrated you can care for yourself, you are free to live where you like, with your herd of course.”

“I don't hate you Airmail,” Wildfire said, still thoroughly ashamed of how she had acted, justified though it may have been. ‘How in Equestria could she hate the pegasus she called ‘Pretty’?’ She asked herself. “But…I am disappointed, I trusted you, Pretty.”

“We promised to tell each other if we disappointed one or another, remember?” Tempest said as she found her voice at last, sidling back to Wildfire’s right flank. “I'm sorry I disappointed you, Wily.”

“I'm sorry I disappointed you too, Wily.” Airmail dared to smile, but didn’t dare to remove her hoof.

Standing amidst the other three mares, Wildfire cocked her head to one side, very deep in thought. Yes she felt hurt, angry, betrayed even, but…and it was a very, very big but…she was here, wasn’t she? She was here, in Manehatten. She had been welcomed with open hooves – and hearts – into a herd. She had two lovers in Airmail and Tempest who cared, really cared for her, and most of all, she was free. Free finally of Amethyst Glory and her Tartarus-damned care home. “It’s like we said earlier though, right?” Wildfire said eventually when she’d made her mind up. “We're allowed to mess up?”

Still not removing her hoof that Wildfire was holding, Airmail leant in to nuzzle her cheek. “Yes, we did agree to that.” She said with a very relieved smile.

“I did say we would mess up.” Tempest agreed, also leaning in close to nuzzle Wildfire’s other cheek.

Soaking up the double nuzzle Wildfire knew she couldn’t possibly be angry with the two pegasi anymore. Absolutely no way in Equestria. This was where she belonged now. “Then, you are both forgiven, my loves.” Immediately after the last word left her lips the diminutive yellow mare was promptly smothered with kisses from both Airmail and Tempest.

Reluctantly, after a few long minutes, Airmail disentangled herself from the snuggle-fest with a serious expression on her azure blue face. “There is still an issue that we need to resolve, love.” Although of course Wildfire couldn’t see her, she could hear the tone of her voice change. “We are a herd of three.”

Likewise, Tempest also took a small step backwards as she caught her marefriend’s meaning. “Before you came into our lives we were a herd of four.”

“Wildfire,” Airmail started, her hoof on her shoulder, “How do you feel about Mapper being a part of our herd?”

‘Mapper…a part of our herd?’ Immediately, Wildfire wasn’t sure about this at all. Yes, she had enjoyed being her Pet. Yes, she had been properly mean back in the Dungeon, but…with Mapper would come Serenity, and she liked her a lot. “Well, from what you've both said, what happened wasn’t her fault, so I guess I'm alright with it.” Wildfire turned her head left and right as she spoke. “I'd have to talk with her.”

Somewhat relieved, Airmail hugged the yellow mare’s shoulder. “It is all we can ask, thank you.”

“Wily,” Tempest said gently, “Will you forgive Luna for putting you through Tartarus so you could stay with our herd?”

Again, Wildfire had her head cocked, deep in thought as she mulled over Tempest’s question. ‘Damn…why is everything so hard today?’ If she was honest, part of her wanted to slap the alicorn for putting her through ‘that’, while the other half wanted to hug the life out of her because now she was finally free to live her life, such as it was. “Princess Luna, I don’t agree with what you did, but I get why you did it, so yuppers, I forgive you.”

Luna gave vent to a very relieved sigh, releasing a long held breath. “Thank you, Wildfire.” She breathed, “It's far more than I deserve. Now,” she said, her tone considerably brighter and a wide smile on her midnight blue furred face, “If that is concluded, I have one last duty to perform today. A happy one, I might add.”

“Oh?” Airmail asked curiously.

Luna nodded, still smiling. “The other patients of the care home,” Luna was reluctant to use the term ‘inmates’, “Tia and the Guard returned them to their families with the compensation due to them.” She explained as she lit her horn, levitating a cheque from her saddlebag over to the lead editor for Airmail to hold. “Now that Wildfire has a family and a future, this belongs to her.”

Scanning the cheque, Airmail shot the lunar alicorn a look of unbridled suspicion. “Is this a bribe, Luna?”

“It…it…most certainly is not!” Luna spluttered, a look of utter shock all over her face as her voice went up through several octaves before she managed to calm herself, “While I completely understand that no monetary value in the land can ever truly compensate Wildfire for what she has endured, I assure you that figure is what the state says she is due.”

Reading the Princesses face, Airmail paused for a few seconds. While she was no Serenity by any means, she had dealt with enough politicians and government officials to smell when something was being hushed up, and to Luna’s credit she didn’t detect anything of the sort here. “Wily, the cheque is for five hundred thousand bits.” She said, giving the yellow pegasus a gentle nuzzle, “We are a herd. It is for the herd or we give it back, what do you think, Wily?”

Straightaway, without needing to think, Wildfire answered, “I want us all to share it, Pretty.”

Reaching over Wildfire’s back, Airmail passed the cheque over to Tempest. “Okay,” she smiled a genuine smile, “Thank you Luna, I’m sorry I just...don't deal with government and money. Sorry.”

“It’s perfectly fine, Airmail.” Luna eyed the azure blue pegasus warily, “I understand your reticence.”

“Ahem…” Tempest coughed politely as she once more took up the reins attached to Wildfire’s forest green bridle, “I do believe we were on our ways upstairs to show off our lovely Wily to the others.” She said with a grin, very happy to change the subject back to something a little less emotionally charged.

Returning Tempest’s grin, Airmail nudged Wildfire’s barrel. “Ready to go, Wily?”

“Oh…I am so ready.” Wildfire smiled, flexing her muscles against the tortoise shell rope bondage she wore. “Will you drink with us, Luna?” She asked, turning her head to the Princess.

“Of course, Wildfire. It would be my pleasure.” Luna replied as Tempest pulled gently on the reins to lead Wildfire towards the stairs. Pausing just a moment, the lunar alicorn lit her horn and with a small amount of concentration she vanished away her royal attire; her crown, her breastplate and her silver shoes, content that her duties were done for today at least. ‘I so need a drink…Moonshine, straight up.’ She thought as she followed the three pegasi up the stairs and across the U shaped hallway to the large dining area.

All of a sudden, Tempest stopped pulling Wildfire’s reins and both she and Airmail took several steps backwards, going very quiet indeed. For a brief moment, Wildfire wondered why they’d stopped, as they hadn’t taken nearly enough steps to reach the dining room. Her unspoken question was answered however when she felt a pony touch noses with her own.

A unicorn pony that smelled of raspberries.

“Hello,” Mapper said simply, not moving her nose from the little mare’s own.

Standing perfectly still, as if they were two ponies occupying a micro universe, Wildfire stiffened slightly at the sound of her voice before relaxing a little as she noted it was distinctly softer than it had been down in the Dungeon. It was the same tone the unicorn had used when she had inspected her before dinner. “Hi, Mapper.”

“Touch my cheek with your hoof.” Mapper said quietly, just loud enough for them both to hear. This wasn’t for anypony else other than Wildfire and herself.

Cautiously, almost tentatively, Wildfire raised her left forehoof and felt carefully up the unicorn’s neck until she found her lower jaw, then she slid it upwards, eventually finding her cheek.

“Now,” Mapper smiled, impressed as always by this little pony, “Slap me like you mean it.”

“Why?” Wildfire asked, thoroughly confused. Of all the things she had been expecting, this was pretty low on the list. Mapper however, said nothing by way of explanation, just standing with her nose pressed to hers. Sniffing the air though, Wildfire could tell that Airmail and Tempest were near, but for some reason, silent. “If I slapped you I'd have to slap Pretty, Honey and Luna. And, I'd rather not, unless it was a command?”

Still Mapper said nothing, merely maintaining her nose to nose stance with Wildfire.

Wildfire lowered her hoof to the carpeted floor. “No,” she said with a shake of her head. “I won't. We're a herd now, and you're forgiven, Mapper.”

“It was a request,” Mapper said with a grimace. “I will make it again. Slap me like you mean it.”

“Then…I have failed, Mistress.” Wildfire sighed as she kissed the pink mare’s nose.

“Please…”

Wildfire couldn't see Mapper’s tears, but she could hear the pleading in her voice. To her it didn’t make a lick of sense. “I said you were forgiven.” She said, again kissing her lips.

“This isn't about forgiveness.” Mapper replied as her hot tears ran down her pink face, leaving wet streaks in their wake. “This is about us. You will do this.”

“Why?” Wildfire asked, her head to one side, “Why must I strike you?”

“Do you want me to beg!?” Mapper stomped her hoof as she wept, wishing Wildfire would just do as she was asked. “Do this or walk away. The choice is yours!” She punctuated the point with another stomp of her sock clad forehoof.

“So, those are my choices? Hit you or leave?”

“Yes! Slap me or leave!”

“Like I mean it?”

“Yes,” Mapper sighed, almost at the end of her rope, “What would be the point otherwise?”

“Fine…you pushed.” Without another word Wildfire raised her left forehoof, sliding it up Mapper’s neck to her tear-soaked pink cheek, and then, with as much force as the diminutive pegasus could muster, she brought her hoof hard across Mapper's face for a very stiff punch.

Mapper’s face swung to her left with the force of the impact of Wildfire’s hoof on her right cheek, before rocking back to return to its position touching Wildfire’s nose. Already her cheek was swelling up from the punch as she leant forward and placed a deep loving kiss on the yellow mare’s lips like she meant every second. “Wildfire, I love you and welcome to the herd.” The pink unicorn smiled a genuine smile as she wrapped her forelegs around Wildfire’s neck, just above the black ropes that adorned her body and kissed her passionately one more time. “And Pet,” she said finally, “I find that you are worthy.” With that she moved away and called out, “Serenity! Drink and an ice pack, please!”

As Mapper walked off to the kitchen to get ice for her face, Airmail let out a long held breath that with the tension in the hallway she didn’t realise she was holding in. “Thank you Wily, you just proved you can act when you need to.” She said, her voice full of pride, “I love you!”

“Guess what?” Tempest smiled, “I love you too.”

“I um…I didn’t want to hit her…” Wildfire said hesitantly, feeling the need to explain herself to Airmail and Tempest before suddenly she broke out in a fit of giggles. “Um…teehee…was, was it a good hit?” She asked, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

“It was perfect, Wily!” Airmail sniggered, draping her wing over Wildfire’s back and holding her in a tight feathery hug. “And, Mapper loves you too. We can be a herd of five, now.”

“Wily,” Tempest said seriously, though she still put her forelegs around Wildfire’s neck as Mapper had done but a few moments before. “You will learn to understand Mapper, but she needed that to show you could fight back.”

Amidst the loving hugs and the cuddles, Wildfire beamed happily, “She said I was a worthy Pet!” She grinned, feeling twenty feet tall.

“You are worthy because you will stand up for yourself.” Airmail smiled proudly. “It will take time Wily, but we are with you all the way.”

“Yes,” Tempest agreed, placing a well-deserved kiss on Wildfire’s lips. “So, let's go tease Mapper about her ice pack and get some drinks, besides I want everypony to see how beautiful you are in your lovely dress of ropes and silks.”

Wildfire’s giggles returned in full force. “I do feel up for some teasing,” she put a hoof over her muzzle to stifle her incessant giggles. “And…teehee…I could use a drink too…besides, I have a sexy flank to show off for you, Honey.”

Belle, Tinkerer, Recital, Trumpet, Requiem, Longshore were all milling around in the large expansive dining room while Serenity and Mapper were occupying a corner to themselves, Mapper was busy holding an icepack to her right jaw and Serenity was using her magic to help her wife hold the icepack where it was most needed, namely over the rather large and distinct Wildfire-shaped hoof print there.

Closing the dining room door behind them, Tempest leant and whispered the setup of the room to Wildfire, pointing out who was talking to whom, and which pony was drinking and chatting with which. “Still want to show me off, Honey?” Wildfire smiled, shaking her rope bound flank provocatively.

“Yes, I do.” Tempest replied, once more taking up the reins she led Wildfire around the dining room, making a beeline to where Mapper and Serenity stood together in the far corner.

Smiling, Airmail peeled off towards the kitchen. “I'll go get us drinks and see who is in the kitchen.” She said with a nod to Requiem and Recital as she slipped through the held open side door.

“Hello Mapper,” Tempest sniggered, her blue eyes twinkling with the opportunity to tease her herd-mate. “Turning the other cheek?”

“You can kiss my nether cheek.” Mapper grunted, lowering the ice pack from the right side of her face just long enough to deliver a perfectly formed raspberry straight at the violet mare. “Just trying to present my good side, Bee Vomit.” Lifting the ice back in place the pink unicorn took a few moments to really admire Wildfire’s whole being. “Hello Pet, you are looking beautiful.” She smiled, meaning every word.

“Thanks, Mapper!” Wildfire raised a hoof and sniggered, “It's ice to see you too!”

In spite of herself, Mapper chuckled. “You only saw my bad side. Raise that pretty hoof to see my good side.”

As Wildfire raised up her right forehoof, Mapper moved forward until the sole of the hoof touched her chest. Sliding her hoof upwards she eventually arrived at the left side of her face, the cheek that Wildfire didn't smack, smiling as she carefully felt the contours and angles of the unicorn’s features. “This is definitely the better side,” she said, still smiling.

Mapper grinned and Serenity quietly used her magic to move the ice pack from her wife’s cheek to cover Wildfire’s hoof.

“Oooh!” Wildfire squealed, but didn’t pull her hoof away, “Oh, that’s cold!”

Mapper giggled, “Ponies do say I tend to have a chilling effect on them.” Lowering her head she kissed Wildfire tenderly on the lips before pulling away with a wry smile at Tempest. “You are promoting this mare?” She asked, although she was already well aware of the answer she’d get from the violet pegasus pony.

“Wily,” Tempest said gently but firmly, resting her hoof on the little mare’s shoulder, “Do you want to be part of a herd of five?”

“I do!” Wildfire exclaimed, not even needing to consider it. “I really do!”

“Okay,” Mapper’s smile grew wider, “I'm in favour.” Taking the ice pack in her own magenta aura, the pink unicorn turned to her wife. Through the deep symbiotic link the two ponies shared she already had her answer, but for the sake of clarity for everypony else, she had to ask. “Serenity?”

“Oh yes!” The teal unicorn gushed, happier than ever to once again be a part of a bigger herd since their mare’s herd had separated in less than pleasant circumstances. Circumstances that were at least behind them all. “It will be fun to have some more wings in the herd.”

“Okay, well then, my beautiful Pet,” Mapper’s smile seemed permanent as she bent her neck and kissed Wildfire once again. “I'll talk to Caffy about it, and I'm sure the others will get to know you before the next gathering.” Pausing, Mapper placed a tender kiss on Tempest’s lips. “Is she staying with you two?”

“Oh Yes,” Tempest smiled, “She has agreed to that.”

“Teach her well, Tempest.” Mapper gave Wildfire a little peck on her cheek, and Tempest a knowing wink, before walking off with Serenity and her now melted ice pack to the kitchen.

“I’m in!” Wildfire positively glowed from all the kisses, not to mention Mapper and Serenity’s acceptance into the mare’s herd, so much so she could’ve performed a rainboom there and then. “Honey, I’m in!” She gave a delightful little squee as she danced happily on the tips of her hooves.

Wasting no time at all, Tempest swooped in for a long sloppy kiss in Mapper’s absence. “Yes. Yes you are now in the small herd, now let’s visit the others, shall we?” The violet pegasus asked, somewhat rhetorically, as she gently pulled on Wildfire’s forest green reins and steered her over to Tinkerer and Belle who were enjoying what was left of the vanilla frosted chocolate cake.

Happily following the pull of the reins around the large dining room Wildfire could’ve danced she was so contented, for the first time in a very, very long time she was truly happy. ‘By Luna’s horn I’m so lucky Dusk decided to bring me along to Manehatten!’ She thought to herself with a huge wide smile that threatened to never be removed from her face.

“Wildfire, this is Belle and Tinkerer.” Tempest introduced the two ponies, “Belle is an olive drab unicorn, she has a light green mane and dark blue eyes. Her cutie mark is two blue socks.” The violet pegasus nodded to Belle with a smile before moving on to Tinkerer. “Tinkerer is a forest green pegasus with a yellow mane and violet eyes. His cutie mark is two crossed hammers.”

Belle stepped forward with a wide smile, “Hello Wildfire, I've Belle-dried you.” She leant her head down to the smaller mare and touched their noses together before pulling back just a little so she could feel her breath on her muzzle.

“I remember your blow dry on the patio earlier,” Wildfire grinned as she raised her forehooves and carefully felt up the sides of Belle’s neck to feel around her face. “Thanks for that.”

“And this is my husband, Tinkerer.” Belle smiled as the yellow pegasus finished her introductory sweep of her face, especially smiling when she carefully stroked her slender horn, causing a few pleasurable little sparks to shoot out the tip like a little firework.

“Hello, Wildfire.” Tinkerer grinned as straightaway Wildfire lifted her hooves to feel his face. “When you’re done with my handsome face, go lower and really know me.”

“Alrighty Tinkerer,” Wildfire replied, sliding her yellow hooves back down both sides of the forest green stallion’s neck until she came to a tortoise shell rope bondage that felt very similar to the one that she herself was wearing which was no real surprise given that Belle had dressed her in the Dungeon. Feeling along the pegasus’s body she could feel all the diamonds and the knots, all the intricate and perfectly placed rope work he was wearing. “Nice ropes, Tinkerer.” Wildfire smiled as her hoof strayed around his tail where a strategically placed knot was lurking.

“Thank you,” The Stallion Island native replied, “You’re looking mighty fine all trussed up, too.”

Airmail returned from the kitchen to catch the tail end of the conversation with a tray of dinks balanced on her back. “Moonrise for you, Wily,” she said, passing out the glass to the blind mare, who took it carefully in her hoof. “Mapper is talking to Caffy.”

“The ropes are lovely, aren’t they?” Wildfire asked with a little faint blush colouring her yellow cheeks. “Do you like the ropes being twisted too?”

Tinkerer softly snickered and then from behind with no warning, Belle did just that, lighting her horn with a dark blue glow as she seized the ropes running down her husband’s back and twisted them. “OooOOH, yeeeeeaaaaah…” he gasped, catching his breath with his tongue almost hanging out of his open mouth, owing to the sweet pain from the tightened ropes digging into his skin and the knots digging into his sheath and tail-hole.

“I guess you do,” Wildfire giggled, taking a little sip of her cocktail.

“Let’s leave those two to play.” Said Airmail as she rested her drink back on the tray she was carrying on her back.

Tempest looped the reins over her wing and moved ahead of Wildfire, steering her around the long buffet table to where Recital and Trumpet were standing together, drinks held in both their magical auras. Standing aside Recital allowed herself to be felt by Wildfire’s hooves while all the time Tempest was at her ear, filling in details she couldn’t feel, such as Recital’s pale blue coat and her dark blue mane.

Next she moved on to Trumpet, the dark red stallion was still wearing his hoof-cuffs from the Dungeon, though the blindfold covering his golden brown eyes had been removed.

Wildfire took her drink in her left forehoof, deep in thought as she took a sip of the Moonrise. “Lots of ponies here like being tied up, don’t they?” She asked nopony in particular, more thinking out loud than actually asking.

“It is a big part of what brings us all together.” Tempest said with a smile.

“Yes,” Airmail agreed, “We’re a family, of sorts.” The azure blue mare took her own drink in her hoof as Tempest led Wildfire almost around the buffet table to where they had started. “Wily, Requiem and Longshore are next, two earth ponies and neither are bound.”

Seeing the three pegasi approaching, Requiem set down her glass on the table. “Well, somepony needs to house sit while the rest of you play.” The painted native of Manehatten’s Brooks said by way of a greeting, brushing her red and blue mane out of her turquoise eyes.

“I’m pleased to meet you both,” Wildfire said as she held out her hoof, which the earth ponies promptly bumped. “You don’t play then?” She asked curiously.

“We watch,” Longshore smiled, the black stallion nodded in appreciation to Airmail and to Tempest. “Like your performance in the back yard earlier this afternoon.”

Draining her glass, Wildfire felt for the tray that Airmail was carrying and set it back down. ‘Longshore sounds nice,’ she thought to herself. ‘Well, they all sound nice…especially Requiem. I like her,’ though Wildfire did detect a subtle variance on her Manehatten accent that was different to Tempest’s. “I do hope it was one worth watching, Longshore.”

“I'm always open to new idea and techniques.” Longshore said, earning himself a giggle from Requiem.

“Hello, Junior Pet.” Serenity’s soft melodic voice sounded from Wildfire’s right as the teal unicorn walked up and laid a very gentle kiss upon her cheek.

Turning her head to her right, Wildfire followed Serenity’s scent and sought out her muzzle, returning the kiss with one of her own and only pulling away once she needed air to breathe. “Hi, Senior Pet, you having fun?”

Serenity smiled warmly, a smile Wildfire could almost hear in her voice, “I am now that you are a part of us. Thank you, for forgiving my Mistress.”

“I'm glad I'm part of us too,” Wildfire giggled behind her hoof. “It was no trouble really, forgiving her. Ultimately it wasn’t her fault.

“We are all responsible for our own actions.” Serenity affirmed, that smile still present in her melodic voice as she wrapped her teal forelegs around Wildfire’s neck and pulled her into a tight hug. “She knows this, and you've learned this too, I think?” Serenity asked kindly, before once again kissing her lips. “Welcome home.”

Wildfire smiled under the assault of all the kisses. “I have, the lesson was a little harsh, but I'm glad I learnt it, Serenity.” She replied, leaning into the hug and returning the kiss with one of her own.

“The colts are downstairs and Lavender and Topper are upstairs enjoying some private time.” Airmail said, taking a long drink of her beer, “The rest are in the kitchen.”

“Teehee,” Wildfire giggled behind her hoof, “With any luck Dusk is getting plowed all the way back to Canterlot.”

From over the dining room, standing next to his wife, Trumpet called over with a wide grin on his muzzle, “So Wildfire, you want to join the pool on which one is plowing him?”

Next to her husband, Recital sniggered, “To play fair odds are Omega and Sonic. The other two are very low percentage, but high odds.”

“Well…” Wildfire cocked her head as she mulled over the possibilities, “My bits are on them taking turns, with Omega going first!” She exclaimed confidently.

“Check,” Trumpet smiled, levitating out a little notepad and pencil and noting down Wildfire’s bet next to her name. “You are down for Omega.”

“I’ll go for Sunny,” Tempest placed her bet, “He is due.”

“Put me down for Sonic, please Trumpet.” Airmail snickered, “No doubt he swears by his mom.”

Now Wildfire couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I have to say that’s weird, getting rutted and having somepony shouting your mom's name during the act, I mean it would certainly put me off my stride if Airmail shouted out ‘Silverbolt'.”

“Serenity?” Tempest asked curiously, wondering who the teal mare would bet on.

“Sonic,” Serenity replied, “If the Mistress allows it.”

Wildfire sniggered as a thought occurred to her, “Y’know, a better bet would be if he can still walk afterwards.”

“Hey, Trumpet,” Airmail said, sniggering as she tried to swallow her mouthful of beer, “Has Luna placed a bet?”

“She went for none of the above,” Tinkerer supplied, “She also said they would need a surgeon to remove that stick up his ass first.”

Longshore laughed, “She also hopes to lose.”

~ ~ ~

Down in the Stallion’s Room, Dusk Melody was very glad they’d agreed on ‘low stakes’ for the poker game. They’d been playing five card draw for roughly an hour now, and Dusk was busy losing his ass. Fifteen games played and fifteen bits lost, some to Sonic but mostly to Trails. He was quite sure had they been playing for something more serious that the pink earth pony would own Canterlot Palace by now.

As Dusk was about to lose his sixteenth bit in a row, an unseen saviour came to his rescue when there came a few short sharp taps at the wooden door. “It's open.” Sonic called, laying down his straight flush and earning several groans from the other stallions arrayed around the coffee table.

The wooden door to the Stallion’s Room opened to reveal Longshore standing with a wry smile that easily reached his brown eyes as he saw the cards and the large – ish – pile of bits in front of Sonic and Trails. ‘Pair of hustlers,’ Longshore thought to himself, but instead said, “We’re going to play charades and thought you all might want to join in.”

“Everypony else up there, Longshore?” Asked Sonic as the purple earth pony stallion swept his winnings into his saddlebag resting by the nearest leg of the coffee table.

“All but Lavender and Topper.” The jet black earth pony stallion replied from the open doorway. “They're on the top floor having some quiet time alone.”

Trails opened his saddlebag to accept his pile of bits, then he turned to face the white maned stallion. “Is Lavender still in her suit, ‘Shore?”

Longshore nodded, “As I said, it’s still quiet time, so I'd think so yes.” The earth pony stallion smiled over at Sonic first then at Dusk, who was still glad to just be lighter by fifteen bits. “Something else to consider too,” he said, “We'll all vote next month, but the mares club is now unofficially a herd of five.”

Dusk sighed happily, “I’m glad Wily's okay, I was getting worried about her.”

“She's making the rounds upstairs doing intros.” Longshore explained to Dusk with a sniggering grin, “She does have a soft touch with that hoof of hers,” then he laughed out loud, “But Mapper might disagree with that.” He laughed, recalling the almighty left cross that Wildfire had delivered to Mapper’s right cheek.

“She slugged her?” Dusk whistled appreciatively, “Shame I missed that.”

“Oh yeah,” Longshore chuckled, “She got her good. They kissed and made up afterwards, but Mapper is milking it with an ice pack.”

“So what were the odds?” Sonic asked, genuinely curious as he slipped off of his seating pad with a justly satisfied smile plastered all over his purple muzzle.

“Ah,” Longshore shifted uncomfortably, “Can't we wait for that till we're all upstairs?” He asked, rather thankful his blush couldn’t be seen against his jet black fur, turning to leave the doorway and to make room for the other five stallions. “My money was on you Sonic, by the way. See you all upstairs.”

“Sonic?” Dusk asked with a raised eyebrow as the young Prince stood up from his own pad.

Sonic smiled, “Those ponies will bet on anything that goes on in this house.” He grinned, patting Dusk on the back with a purple forehoof, “We'll get the odds upstairs before we tell who the winner is.”

Sonic then left the Stallion’s Room, followed quickly by Trails, Sunshine and Omega who bought up the rear, undisguisedly checking out the flanks of every stallion that walked past. “Do hurry old chap,” The eggshell white unicorn said to the pegasus, who was similarly enjoying the view, “Can't leave an audience hanging, can we?”

Hurrying to catch up, Dusk noted that Sonic and Trails were already half way up the stairs to the ranch’s main floor and, not wanting to miss anything, flapped his powerful wings and made it up with the rest of the group of stallions, only to be greeted by a thunderous wall of clapping and stomping of hooves upon their arrival at the large expansive dining room.

“Odds first!” Sonic called out impatiently to the crowd of applauding ponies.

Consulting a little notepad he held in his jet black hoof, Longshore replied, “Sonic you were two to one, Omega was evens, um…tapped twice was thirty to one, Sunny and Trails were each a hundred to one, and not tapped at all had one taker at a thousand to one.”

Virtually glowing with pride at all job – or Prince, in this case – well done, Sonic nudged Dusk towards his mother.

With a Moonrise Sonata held in her glowing turquoise magical field Princess Luna laid across two seating pads pressed together to accommodate her larger size, an amused smirk all over her midnight blue muzzle. “Well, Dusk, I assume Sonic won?”

Almost able to fly, Sonic performed a little low bow before the Princess of the Night that had his blue mane touching the carpeted floor, and rose up making sure to slap Dusk playfully on the ass with his hoof. “By Octavia's womb you have a fine stallion here!” He exclaimed while Longshore made a brief round of the assembled herd, pausing to pay out a few bits to some of the crowd.

“Not that it’s your business Mom,” Dusk grinned, wiggling his slightly sore ass at Sonic’s slap, “But I rather think I won in the end.” Then, mischievously he added as he saw his mom bring her glass to her lips, “Twice.”

Spluttering, Luna just about managed to swallow the mouthful of the cocktail she held in her mouth as she held up her forehoof to stall her son. “T-Too…too much information, Dusk, I'm just glad you can still walk.” She gasped, holding a hoof to her chest.

“Now I feel insulted that he's walking!” Sonic grumbled aloud, earning himself a general laugh from the crowd. “Although,” the purple earth pony smiled as he parted the fur over Dusks’ flanks to show the results of Sunshine’s many hoof-slaps, “Not for lack of trying.”

“That's true!” Dusk smiled, “You’ll just have to try harder next time.” He turned his head over his shoulder and gave Sonic a seductive wink.

Safely draining her drink, Luna laughed, “You’re more than welcome to take him back downstairs.”

“By Luna's cutie mark I've been put to shame!” Sonic raised his forehoof to his forehead in a feigned swoon. “Well, if her Highness doesn't require a walking stallion, we can see what can be done to rectify matters.” He gave Luna a meaningful wink of his grey eyes.

Catching Sonic’s meaning Luna gave the slightest nod of head by way of reply. “He doesn’t need to walk, as long as he can still fly reasonably straight.”

“Well, he definitely isn't straight,” Omega chuckled, playfully slapping Dusk’s other cheek. “And, define 'reasonable’, Luna?”

The lunar alicorn shifted on her seating pads with a sly grin on her muzzle, “Well Omega, a sonic rainboom into a building tends to make a mess you know.” She sniggered behind her hoof.

“Mom!” Dusk stomped his hoof indignantly, “That was one time!”

“Are we playing charades or going back down stairs to finish business?” Sonic asked over the peals of general laughter from the others.

“Well,” Dusk said, shooting his mother a ‘look’, “If Mom has quite finished bartering away my next screw, I'd happily go back downstairs.” Then, to the group as a whole he said loudly, “Watch her, she cheats at charades.” He smiled as Luna raised a hoof and pointed to herself mouthing ‘who, me?’

“You could always put on a show in the back yard,” Airmail offered from her position to Wildfire’s left near the almost empty buffet table.

“I'll go make some more popcorn,” Caffeinated sighed as he stood up.

“Back yard huh?” Dusk grinned, shaking his bruised ass playfully at Sonic. “I'm up for it, are you?”

Already Sonic felt his mottled dark purple sheath as Dusk presented himself, “It’s too bad we don't sell tickets, but if your mom will watch I know I'm up for a show that will bring the house down.” The earth pony stallion chuckled before turning to the large orange zebra. “Standard policy Caffy?”

Caffeinated nodded, “Yes, no reason to change. I'll let Luna know.” To the unicorns amongst the group the zebra asked, “Mapper, Serenity, could you please move the bar up to the balcony? Recital, Trumpet if you could move the food?” While the four unicorns got busy with their tasks, the orange zebra moved over to the lunar alicorn. “They won't back down from a challenge, and I do have good security, but that is from the outside.” He explained respectfully, “The standard policy here is no recording sound or video at all of what happens, but if you want to be an exception to that, we can talk.”

“There’s no need Caffienated.” Luna replied, extremely mindful of this group’s established rules and policies she tapped her horn with a smile. “I can make him cringe later.”

“I'm sure you could.” Caffeinated chuckled as Longshore came up beside him and asked quietly, “Four or five? The group all agrees to five.” The orange zebra nodded ‘five’ and looked back at Luna, “Number of taps,” he explained without the slightest hint of a blush or apology. “Not to be disrespectful, Luna, but are you up to this?”

Luna in turn smiled, grateful that her host had the foresight to ask – while she was by nature more easy going than her sister, she appreciated the courtesy Caffeinated had extended to her. “Of course, Caffy!” She exclaimed as she stood to her hooves. “I say five, too.”

“You sure about this, flyboy?” Sonic asked Dusk as the group began to move to the balcony upstairs, although Belle ducked into a room instead. “No performance anxiety?”

“As if!” Dusk replied, turning to leave through the back doors to the outdoor patio area with Sonic almost protectively at his side.

“I was the victim of the last show,” Sonic said as he put his foreleg around the young Prince’s shoulder to steer them both outside to where Omega, Sunshine and Trails were waiting for them. “And that was just three versus me and I promise you I wasn't walking anywhere.”

Emerging on to the paved patio, now well-lit by the surrounding floodlights, Dusk gave a cheeky flap of his wings. “I don’t need to walk, earth boy.”

At that, Omega snickered, “I pity the ones you fly over.” The eggshell white unicorn chuckled as the five stallions made their way out past the part of the paving that Dusk had cracked earlier in the day to stand on the decking by the pool.

“Serenity!” Sonic called up to the teal unicorn stood by the carefully repositioned bar on the balcony. “Be a love and float down some liquid stamina. Best make one for flyboy too, Omega has been a right mother hen.”

“He has that,” Dusk commented with a giggle as Omega rolled his eyes and gave a loud tut, which was interrupted by five freshly prepped and mixed Moonlight Sonatas that Serenity obligingly sent down moments later in her glowing hazel aura. “Somepony has to be the adult here,” he pouted.

Reaching up a forehoof Dusk took hold of his drink, “And you do it so beautifully,” he teased with a wink towards the unicorn stallion.

On the balcony above them, Caffeinated reappeared with a large tray of popcorn held in his mouth, which he rested on the desert table while Serenity took various drink orders from the crowd. “Any words of encouragement to start them off Luna?” Caffeinated asked the Princess.

Luna stepped forward to the safety railing of the balcony and reared up to place her forehooves upon it as Belle, now with Lavender and Topper, re-joined the group and took up prime viewing positions. “Only that I'll be disappointed if Dusk can still fly.” She replied to the orange zebra, before turning to the stallions arranged below her. “Wear him out boys!” She called out in a tone approaching the Royal Canterlot Voice.

On the decking below the balcony the five assembled stallions offered a low respectful bow to Princess Luna as well as the other herd-mates that were lined up to watch the coming show, a bow which was returned by a gentle nod from Luna. Standing to his hooves, Sonic turned to his partner with a grin on his face. “Trails love, you're up first.”

Downing his drink in one gulp the pink stallion took a step towards the young Prince and planted a tender kiss on Dusk’s lips, pulling away a moment later just long enough for Dusk to drain his glass in turn.

Casting a glance up at the balcony Dusk shot his mother a wink. “Enjoy the show, Mom.” He quickly finished his Sonata and as soon as the liquid hit his throat he went back to the kiss with Trails.

Up above, Mapper sidled over to Luna and rearing up onto the railing, laid her head on the Princesses shoulder. “Hmm…maybe he isn't a total loss after all.” She commented quietly, earning herself a wry smile from the alicorn.

Down on the decking, Trails had broken from the kiss, finally, and began to move down the pegasus’s neck, planting little kisses as he went down to Dusk’s collar bone. The instant the pink stallion moved he was replaced by Sunshine, the cream earth pony kissing Dusk’s lips as Trails started to work his way along his right side and under the wing delivering gentle nibbles to the underside of the wing joint.

Dusk draped his forelegs around Sunshine’s neck, pulling the earth pony stallion deeper into the kiss, nibbling his lower lip, though when Trails went further along his flank to start gently massaging and kissing his cutie mark, Dusk gave an involuntary shiver as he began to emerge from his sheath. “Ah…aaah, Trails that's awesome...” he moaned aloud when Sunshine broke the kiss only to be replaced straightaway by Omega as he worked his way down the left side of Dusk’s neck. At the Prince’s rear now, Trails moved to his dark grey tail and snuffled under the dock, licking and kissing just above his anus. Sunshine meanwhile continued to the left wing joint and then on to his full moon cutie mark.

“Y-Your turn, huh?” Dusk gasped as he immediately kissed Omega’s eggshell white lips, his powerful wings fluttering to stand semi erect at the attention he was receiving. Feeling a pair of questing lips kissing around the ring of muscle that was his tail-hole Dusk flicked his tail up and aside to allow Trails access.

After reaching Dusk’s left cutie mark Sunshine rolled onto his back, fully displaying himself to the watching crowd above and slid himself under Dusk’s barrel and started to deliver long slow loving licks of his long muscular tongue to the Prince’s heavy swinging balls and his sheath, as well as the length of his cock that had emerged, the attention only serving to bring out more of the pegasus’s member.

Taking Sunshine’s manoeuvre as his cue, Trails pulled back and, wetting his tongue with saliva made sure Dusk’s sphincter was as well lubricated as he could manage then when he was satisfied the pink stallion reared up to his hind hooves and without any preamble he penetrated Dusk's anal cavity in one smooth thrust of his hips as his forehooves rested on the Prince’s shoulders.

“AAaaAAH!” Dusk gasped at the sudden firm penetration from Trails as Omega broke the kiss, only to be replaced immediately by Sonic roughly pressing his purple lips to Dusk’s own while Omega started to kiss and nip his way down his neck. “Ah…sweet Goddesses!” He moaned, though his moan was somewhat muffled by Sonic’s mouth, he staggered slightly at the sheer length and girth invading his slick hole with its firm thrusts before planting his forehooves into the decking and pushing back onto Trails, getting more of the pink stallion inside him. “H-Hmm…aah, Sunny you're good,” Dusk whimpered as his length became very firmly erect.

Watching from the balcony Luna wore a faint blush on her midnight blue cheeks. ‘Oh my, he has gotten better…’ she thought, while Mapper stood next to her, intently watching the performance while down the line from Princess, Lavender – out of her isolation suit - was fixated on the unfolding scene while next to her Topper had his forehoof rubbing away under her flagging tail. Further along to their left, Airmail and Tempest were busy nuzzling Wildfire, paying more attention to her than the stallions below while Serenity was playing host. To Luna’s right, Caffeinated and Thespian were nuzzling each other, both watching. Baron and Snowfall were watching as well but the pure white mare had her forehoof under Baron, stroking away at her husband’s sheath. Next to them, Belle was preening Tinkerer’s wings while they both watched, and finally Recital had a hoof buried under Trumpet and Requiem and Longshore were busy swapping spit.

Enjoying the nuzzles from Airmail and Tempest, Wildfire nuzzled and kissed them both in return, her wings spread wide and erect. Over in the centre of the line, Luna’s turquoise eyes were riveted to the show, a forehoof straying unbidden to her glistening marehood. ‘Good boy, very good boy,’ she thought to herself as the toe of her hoof found her clit and made her hind legs tremble.

Behind Dusk, and mounted to the hilt of his stallionhood, Trails was thrusting his mottled pink cock in and out of the Prince’s rectum fast and hard. For leverage the earth pony dug both of his forehooves into the leading edges of his wing joints and roughly pulled back. In a deep kiss, Sonic pushed Dusk’s head back, allowing Trails to reach and grab his mane in his teeth.

“Nggh!” Dusk gasped, the force of Trails’s pull enough to break the kiss with Sonic, “Ahh…ah, c-c'mon Trails, buck it like you mean it!” He moaned and, almost on order, Trails began to thrust himself ever harder into Dusk’s stretched tail-hole as Omega moved to the Prince’s wing and started a slow sensuous preen of his primary feathers.

“Ooh…hmm yeeeeah…” Dusk’s blissful moan was cut off by Sonic’s kiss as he fully extended his wings, allowing Omega access to every nook and cranny of his midnight blue feathers, while underneath him, Sunshine – who admittedly wasn’t as good as Trails – still did a respectable job on the pegasus’s shaft, running his muscular tongue over every inch of his throbbing cock as Trails increased his pace, now almost a pink blur as he rapidly slammed in and out of his rectum.

Inside Sunshine’s mouth, Dusk’s smaller cock twitched and throbbed under the cream stallion’s efforts. Panting hard, on the verge of his climax, he mashed his lips to Sonic’s in a hard passionate kiss while behind him, Trails’s thrusts became erratic as he knew he wasn't going to last much longer hilted as he was in the Prince’s asshole. “Ngh…ah…aaah, N-Now, Omega!” Smiling a sly smile, the eggshell white unicorn waiting until Trails hilted inside the pegasus one last time, then Omega lit his horn and the butterflies on Dusk’s wings took effect as Trails emptied his load deep inside his anal cavity.

“AaaAAH! S-Sweet mother!” Dusk screamed into Sonic’s mouth as the butterfly effect from Omega sent him over his edge and he came with a weak thrust into Sunshine’s mouth. “O-Omega...that's still...cheating…” he gasped, a little out of breath as he slumped a little.

After a few seconds, Trails pulled himself out of Dusk’s ass and, getting to the decking, rolled to his back so he could take over for Sunshine while the cream stallion – now fully erect with a very impressive boner - surged to his hooves. Wasting absolutely no time at all, the earth pony reared up and mounted the pegasus. “Oh, oh Luna that is tight!” He groaned appreciatively as he thrust his large cock up Dusk’s well-lubed ass while Omega quickly moved to his other wing to again begin a slow preen of his primaries there.

“You can't cheat in love.” Sonic smiled, once more leaning in to kiss Dusk’s lips.

“Aaah…Mmmm!” On the balcony Luna bit her lip hard as she reached her own shuddering climax, her back arching into the railing while out of the corner of her turquoise eyes she saw that Topper had mounted Lavender, the tan earth pony mare also propped up on the railing. Further along the balcony, Airmail was sat in front of Wildfire while Tempest was behind the yellow pegasus, both mares were pretty free with their choice hoof locations, causing the smaller mare to tilt her head back and let out a blissful moan.

Under the intrusion of Sunshine’s frankly massive member – both in terms of girth and length he literally dwarfed Dusk – he grunted, struggling to accommodate the sheer size as he planted his forehooves on the decking and in time with the earth pony’s thrusts pushed back as hard as he could. “D-Don’t b-be gentle now, Sunny.”

Pulling his muzzle from Dusk’s wing, Omega laughed out loud. “You heard the lad, Sunny! This isn't some soft unicorn tushie, give it to him!”

Watching, Luna dipped the toe of her hoof into her marehood while furiously rubbing away at her nipples with the other as she supported herself with her erect wings.

“Hmm…ooooh…” Wildfire groaned, in a world of bliss as her lovers delicate hooves found their way all over her little body, particularly under her tail and around her breasts. In turn she caressed the primary feathers of Airmail's right wing with a soft hoof.

With his cream hooves hooked around Dusk’s shoulders and his dark grey mane held firmly in his mouth, Sunshine hasted to obey his Master, and Dusk could feel his firm strong powerful earth pony body along the top of his as he picked up speed once had opened enough to take his considerable size. In a world of pleasure, Dusk clenched the muscles in his ass around Sunshine's huge cock, making it really tight for him. “YeeEES! Just like that, Sunny!”

“Uh…aaah…t-this feels like virgin ass!” Sunshine managed to mumble around Dusk’s mane as he pounded away, easily pulling out past his medial ring only to thrust back in hard and fast.

Dusk gave a little snigger, knowing his little trick had worked, he settled in to enjoy the hard rough ride that Sunshine delivered, and though he was thrusting away into Dusk’s anus like a pony possessed, Sunshine certainly had a great deal of stamina, so Omega was actually able to reach his secondary feathers before the cream stallion called out with an erratic hilting thrust, “Now Omega!”

“Holy bucking LUUNAAAA!” Dusk threw his head back from Sonic’s kiss and screamed long and loud as once again Omega sent the magical butterfly’s over Dusk’s wings, sonically vibrating every single feather from their roots to their tips. “I-I'll ne...ver get used…to that…” he gasped, struggling for breath as he emptied his balls into Trails’s mouth at the same time as Sunshine emptied his load into the Prince’s used asshole, so much so that he was dribbling hot sticky cum out of his stretched hole.

The leaking semen proved to be more than enough lube for Omega, as he moved behind Dusk to mount and enter him next. Moving down, Sunshine rolls under the two stallions and began licking at the pegasus’s swinging balls, while at the same time feeding off the drippings that splurged out all the more once Omega rammed his iron hard cock deep inside his stretched and used anus. As soon as Omega was in tight, Sunshine's skilful tongue moved over to lick his balls too. Underneath the well rutted Prince, Trails was working his mouth along his shaft, determined to get him hard again to see how much more juice he could squeeze out of him while Sonic kept kissing him, happy to watch Dusk’s half-lidded expressions, in particular the rolling his pink eyes made as he got more and more lost in the sensations of Omega filling up his ass.

Up on the balcony Mapper was still watching the unfolding scene while Serenity had abandoned her hostess duties and was buried muzzle deep under her light brown tail, using her mouth to pleasure her Mistress. Trumpet meanwhile had mounted Recital and Longshore had mounted Requiem. On the other side, Snowfall was knelt underneath Baron using her mouth, and Caffeinated and Thespian were still openly watching and touching each other.

Pulling away from her kiss, Airmail paused just briefly in her teasing of Wildfire’s rock hard nipples. “Hmm…Wily, I want to taste you.” She whispered seductively in her ear.

“Mmm…” Wildfire almost purred, so aroused was she by the dual ministrations from her lovers, “Go right ahead, Pretty!” She exclaimed with a smile as Airmail, wasting no time, moved in behind Wildfire and underneath her flagging tail while Tempest withdrew her hoof from the yellow mare’s crotch and slid around to her front to take over the kissing and the nuzzling.

Having given herself two climaxes, Luna glanced over to where Tempest was nuzzling Wildfire and, with a smile, she moved over to the violet pegasus and bent her neck to very gently kiss her wing.

“Oooh…” Curious to see just whom had kissed her left wing, Tempest turned her head and looked over her shoulder. “We are a herd and I say yes.” She offered Luna a smile and a seductive wink before going back to passionately kissing Wildfire’s lips.

“Thank you, Tempest.” Luna returned the pegasus’s smile as she took the largest of the primary feathers in her mouth and beginning her slow sensual preen.

“Ugh…aah…c-c'mon Omega, b-buck me!” Dusk pleaded desperately, both of his powerful wings now so very erect they were starting to hurt, then he sighed blissfully as the unicorn began to thrust himself into the Prince’s ass.

“It is cuter when you swear by your own Mom.” Sonic smiled as he broke the kiss to allow Dusk to breathe.

Between Omega’s harsh rough thrusts, Dusk barely managed a shaky smile up at Sonic. “Nggh…Mmm, Luna's ass that's gooood!”

“Don’t tempt me flyboy,” Sonic grinned, “That can't end well.” Snickering the purple stallion went back to dominating Dusk’s mouth while under him, Trails had succeeded in getting the Prince hard once more.

With considerable ease, thanks to the two full loads that had already been dumped in the Prince’s rectum, Omega slid his thick hard cock in and out of Dusk’s slimy hole. “Mmm, S-Sunny, lend a hoof please.” He grunted, his hard thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his peak.

“You AaaaAH…you w-wanna Mmmm, spank this, Sunny?” Dusk moaned amidst Omega’s hard thrusts and Trails’s expert tongue. “Oooh, d-do it, do it hard! Nggh! Omega...harder!”

Immediately Sunshine rolled out from underneath Dusk and moved up to drape himself over Omega's back so that both of his forehooves were free and he started to spank the Prince soundly, as he had down in the Stallion’s Room. The sound of each hard slap easily carrying up to the balcony above.

“Buck yeah, give it to him Sunny!” Mapper shouted her encouragement as she looked down, immensely impressed both with Sunshine’s spanking and with what the ‘fool’ could endure. She decided to stand by her statement to Luna, that Dusk wasn’t that bad, after all. Almost as if on cue beneath her, Serenity was now horning her Mistresses glistening wet slit. Meanwhile Caffeinated had begun to mount Thespian and Baron did the same to Snowfall while Lavender and Topper were now laying in each other's hooves, the show below forgotten.

“Aah…AAAH!” Dusk screamed with each stiff impact of the cream stallion’s hooves upon his flank, some of the strikes catching the already existing welts, sending wonderful jolts of pain flourishing through his hind quarters. “Ah…AAH…d-damn Sunny, that's sooo good!”

Omega’s thrusts became erratic, his cock jerking inside Dusk’s anal cavity as he hilted in the pegasus one last time, though luckily – for the Prince anyway – he couldn't use his magic when he was cumming. “Switch!” He said simply as his cock erupted rope after rope of his semen deep into Dusk’s bowels to empty his load into him.

Sonic finally let go of the long held kiss. “My turn now, love.” The purple earth pony stallion whispered with a half-lidded glance into Dusk’s pink eyes.

Beneath both Omega and Sunshine, Dusk’s slender frame convulsed and jerked as he came again, messily shooting his hot sticky cum straight down Trails’s warm throat. “Ah…aah…at least...I was spared...the damn butterflies, this time…” he gasped for air, his hooves only just managing to support him under the weight of the unremitting assault.

Sonic grinned a wry grin, “Love, we have only just started.” He said, letting the statement linger in the air as Omega pulled out of Dusk’s ass and Sunshine climbed down from his Master’s back.

Quickly, Omega moved to the front to take over the kiss that Sonic had abandoned. “At least you'll see my horn light up this time.” Omega said with a wink.

Making his way back around to Dusk’s stretched and cutely gaping asshole, Sonic reared up over the Prince’s back, his iron-hard cock entering his battered hole with ease. While the purple stallion was a bit thicker than Omega, this extra girth proved no obstacle as Dusk was slick from the mixture of the three loads that had been dumped in his anus. As the sheer brute force of Sonic’s entry forced some out to leak down Dusk’s inner thighs, Sunshine moved onto Sonic's back to resume his stiff spanking of his ass cheeks.

“YeeeAAAH!” Dusk moaned happily, the thrusting, the spanking as well as Trails’s constant attention on his own painfully hard cock sending sweet endorphins through his system. “S-Slick...enough for you?” He gasped, shuddering under Sunshine's well-placed hoof strikes. “Aaah…s-spank me...like I owe...you money!”

By way of response Sunshine merely laughed, raining blow after blow down on Dusk’s flanks, which were now glowing an angry red from the many impacts, which had Mapper above cheering and moaning all at the same time.

Beneath Sonic’s relentless thrusts Dusk grunted and winced with the sheer amount of pain, “Ugh…ah, m-maybe, maybe...I don’t owe you that much,”

Catching Dusk’s meaning at once, Sunshine slightly reduced the force of his strikes, reigning in his natural earth pony strength while in contrast Sonic piled on the force, not letting up for an instant as he rutted the Prince’s ass. “Heh, hey, I think that is a red moon on your cutie mark!” He taunted between huffs for breath.

Up on the balcony, the couples were now lying down cuddling with each other and watching the shows end having satisfied themselves. Mapper though was still standing but leaning heavily on the railing, a very impressed smile on her muzzle, though she was loath to admit it to anypony, she was actually pleased her earlier assessment of Dusk had proved at least a little false. Not paying any attention whatever to the show, Airmail had her tongue buried deep inside Wildfire’s marehood, working hard to get the yellow mare to collapse, which given her panting and her unsteady stumbles, her collapse wasn’t far away from happening. Luna meanwhile was making Tempest shiver uncontrollably as she kissed between her violet wings.

“Nggh…I, aaaah…I always OOOOOW, liked red!” Dusk’s moans and grunts of pleasure almost became screams under the constant spanking and the unremitting rutting, leant forward to kiss Omega.

After roughly ten minutes of rutting Dusk’s asshole raw, Sonic gave a series of loud grunts as his last few thrusts became very erratic, a sign he was nearing his climax. “Omega, light him up.” He said simply and as he thrust hard to hilt himself inside the Prince’s butt one last time the eggshell white unicorn’s horn lit up again, delivering the oh so sweet butterfly effect to Dusk’s wings while Sonic roughly dumped his seed deep inside his bowels.

“Sweet Tiiia's tits!” Dusk cried out as he stumbled to the decking below him, unable to stand anymore as his shaking hooves and sonically vibrated wings were wholly incapable of supporting his weight anymore, he just lay there panting happily at the poolside.

Mapper, watching intently, smiled an even bigger smile than before as she knew from the previous play that had left Sonic unable to walk for a number of hours what was coming next. “Princess!” She called without looking away from the scene for an instant, “This you'll want to see.”

Hearing Mapper’s voice, Luna turned her attention away from Tempest’s wings to follow the pink mare’s hoof as she pointed to the show.

Standing from Sonic’s back, Sunshine moved to Dusk’s left side while the purple earth pony stallion finally dismounted, a little river of white gooey cum leaking from the Prince’s gaping hole as he did so and he moved to his right side. Underneath him, Trails rolled out and moved up to where Omega was standing. “My turn again.” Trails whispered and the pink stallion once more took up kissing Dusk’s lips as Omega moved away out of his line of sight. “Have a taste of yourself, Dusky,” he smiled as he slid his tongue into the pegasus’s mouth.

From their flanking positions either side of Dusk, Sunshine and Sonic both brought a foreleg up from behind and over his powerful midnight blue wings and down his shoulders, holding him gently but firmly. Looking at Omega, he and Sonic shared a ‘look’. “Horn him.” Sonic said simply.

Dusk, who was busy deeply Prench kissing Trails and tasting his own cum in the process, was utterly unprepared for what happened next. He had – vaguely – heard Sonic say ‘Horn him’, but he paid it no mind until Omega inserted his eggshell white horn into his well-used asshole.

Dusk shrugged, he thought he was just going to get horned. Nothing special, right?

Dusk was wrong.

Dusk was very, very wrong.

Held upright thanks to Sonic and Sunshine, Dusk felt the tip of Omega’s horn enter his wide open hole. He felt the smooth cartilage rub against the well-worn walls of his anus, he felt every spiral ridge as it got thicker and thicker the more it entered him, and he offered silent thanks he was so well lubricated. Just when Dusk expected the unicorn to withdraw so far and then thrust back inside him, instead Omega pressed ever onwards, inserting more of his horn.

Five seconds later and Dusk was feeling uncomfortably full, but still Omega didn’t stop. “Nggh…aaahn…” he moaned, on the verge of protesting, to get them to stop, when he felt the very tip of the stallion’s horn touch his prostate. Reflexively he froze, and then, then he felt a tingling sensation pulse through his bowels and his lower abdomen as Omega powered up his spell.

A split second later, Dusk’s universe erupted as he felt a force fill him with powerful pulsing waves. Another millisecond and he realised the butterflies were not on his wings. They were pulsing with a rapidly increasing frequency inside him.

Then the magical pulses began to coalesce upon each other, building on each other and increasing the next wave’s intensity until…

“LUUNAAAA!” Dusk’s back arched severely as the waves reached their crescendo and his pink eyes rolled back in his head, his four legs and wings going into spasms as every single nerve in his body was lit up with overwhelming pleasure. Held up in Sonic and Sunshine’s legs his body danced and jerked as he orgasmed once, twice, three times under Omega’s onslaught and he experienced the most powerful climaxes of his life. Ever. His world went a bright white as his overloaded brain short circuited and he slumped, useless and unconscious, in the stallion’s legs.

Only when he was sure Dusk had collapsed, when he saw he was drooling senselessly, did Omega cancel his spell. The eggshell white unicorn slowly, very carefully, pulled his horn out of Dusk’s contracting anus. Once he was clear, Sonic and Sunshine gently lowered the pegasus to the decking as Trails stole one last kiss. Looking up at the balcony the unicorn smiled and gave a low bow, as did the other three stallions. “I can find you a bassinette to carry him home.” He called up to the lunar alicorn.

For a few brief seconds Luna just stood stock still propped up on the railing, her jaw hanging open at what she’d witnessed. ‘Hottest. Thing. Ever!’ She thought to herself.

Mapper sidled over and gave the stunned Princess a gentle nuzzle. “I still haven't figured out that trick.” She commented with a smile.

“I can come close,” Belle said from behind her husband, “But nothing like Omega.”

“Yeah,” Tinkerer nodded, “That butterfly effect…” he didn’t finish his sentence, his forest green wings just shot out fully erect with an audible *Poomf!*

‘I must get him to show me that,’ Luna said to herself, making a mental note to do so as she returned the bow to the four stallions below her on the decking. “I'd appreciate it, Omega.” She said finally finding her voice, “Thank you.” She sniggered at the state of her son, happy they had taken her request to ‘wear him out’ to heart.

“Serenity!” Sonic called up, “Good time to show off for Mapper, can you bring lover boy here up there with you?”

Nodding, the teal unicorn lit her horn and, surrounding Dusk in her glowing hazel aura, lifted the unconscious pegasus easily up to the balcony, even going so far as to put his wings back into a resting position.

Omega shared a ‘look’ with Sonic, Trails and Sunshine before calling back up to the balcony. “We're all going to hit the showers. If you'd be so kind as to help, Belle?”

Smiling, Belle gave Tinkerer a tender kiss. “Be right down, Omega!”

“Thank you, Serenity,” Luna smiled as her son was levitated over the railing and into the ranches upper storey. “Would you be so kind as to put him on the couch?” She asked with a ghost of a smirk on her muzzle.

“Yes Mistress Luna,” Serenity nodded, moving Dusk over to a nearby couch. “Recital,” she said with a brief pause, “A blanket please, he's leaking.” She said with a tiny amount of distaste as little drips of white seeped from his ass.

Quickly Recital found an old blanket, and she used her emerald green magic to cover the couch and then Serenity very gently set the Prince down upon it.

“Thank you both.” Luna giggled behind her hoof. “I'd say he did very well.”

From her position laid next to Baron, Snowfall smiled. “Best game of charades ever.”

As Luna giggled her agreement, Mapper came over to the Princess, a seductive smile on her pink muzzle. “Not to suggest we are nearly as capable as your wife, but if you'd like a bit of TLC, I'm sure the herd will be more than happy to give you some, Luna.” She offered, very aroused after watching the performance of the stallions.