After they landed outside Stripe’s Cup of Java, Wildfire and Tempest entered the building and Wildfire commented, “It is noisy, is all the herd here?”

“Some,” answered Tempest, “a lot of ponies come to this event.”

Airmail looked up from her food as her partners entered the front door of the Manehatten Times building. “Hello Stormy, Wily, that was some nice rain you turned out.”

Tempest laughed, “I’m sure someone was unhappy with the rush hour rain, and that makes my team happy.”

Wily smiled as she turned in the direction of the voice, “Hey Pretty, had a good day?”

“Stellar!” responded Airmail, “Omega got a report in on time.” The stallion near her snorted at the comment.

Tempest used a wing to guide Wildfire, “Let’s hit the buffet table, I’m starving.”

The smaller pegasus moved with her, “It smells good, what do they got?”

As they neared the table Tempest informed her, “Veggie casserole, and fruit salad. Oh! Those wine roasted mushrooms, I really like those. There is a pasta Alfredo. Some bread and cheeses plus butter.”

“The veggie casserole sounds good, but I’m not so sure about the mushrooms,” commented Wildfire. “Who’s here? I usually hear Dusk make some sort of noise by now.”

Tempest saw that Wildfire was doing fine getting her food, though she fumbled a bit finding the serving spoon in the dish. “Caffy and Thespy are working the coffee bar. At our herd ‘reserved’ table is Baron, Snowfall, Omega, Lavender, and of course Airy. Topper is here working the buffet table.”

“Hi guys,” interjected Topper, “Must be nice to stay dry above the clouds.”

“Hello Topper,” Wildfire smiled as she tried to remember what he felt like.

Tempest snuck some mushrooms onto Wily’s plate as she looked around. “Sonic and Trails are still setting up and about twenty other ponies are here.”

Some of Wildfire’s self-consciousness came back with so many ponies able to see her. “That’s a lot of ponies,” she said in a low voice as she sniffed some cheese to add the ones she liked to her plate.

Once they each had their plates full Tempest led Wildfire to the table. “I think Wily had a lot of fun today making it rain on other ponies.”

“Yeah, it was a blast,” Wildfire giggled. “I was glad for the rest at midday though.”

“You need a dull office job like mine,” commented Airmail.

“I like my dull office job,” Lavender giggled, “thank you very much.”

“No thanks, Pretty,” Wildfire returned with a shake of her head, “it was much more fun flying around.”

“Yeah,” commented Tempest, “and we do need to look into some flight aids for Wily tomorrow when we go shopping.”

Wildfire added, “If you don’t mind.”

“Oh, I don’t know Wily,” Airmail said while she rubbed her chin. “Do something to please my lover, or be a meanie pony.” She nuzzled her lover, “I think I’ll please my lover. I have an idea what to do about it.”

Wildfire nuzzled back, “I can speak sarcasm too, Pretty.” She added a kiss, “We had a nice walk around the lake before we started work.”

Airmail asked, “Did you feed the ducks?”

“Oh yes, I did,” Wildfire smiled at the recent memory. “It was a lovely place, probably my second favourite spot.”

“Is the first spot next to me or Stormy?” inquired Airmail.

Wildfire giggled, “The first spot is my new home. That is my favourite place.”

Tempest nudged Airmail with a wing, “I guess we tied for first place Airy.” She saw Mapper lead Serenity by her reins through the front door. Serenity’s appearance generated a lot of hoof clapping from the non-herd ponies. Tempest quickly described the pair to Wildfire. “Mapper and Serenity just walked in. Both are wearing really fancy ball gowns and Ser has a bridle on.”

Wildfire answered Airmail first, “Yeah Pretty, you both tied for first in my heart.” She then asked Tempest, “Was Serenity being led by her reins?”

“Yes she is,” answered Tempest.

Mapper’s voice drifted over to the table. “Fetch me some food Senior Pet.” She looped the reins over Serenity’s horn and joined the others at the herd table. “Very refreshing rain Stormy. Most enjoyable.”

Dusk Melody then entered the building with a mid-blue earth pony stallion as his companion. “It wasn’t that bad,” Dusk said, “just a bit of rain.”

His companion replied, “That rain ruined a perfectly good painting!”

Wildfire bounced, “I hear Dusk! Who is that with him?”

Tempest called out, “I’m glad to know some pony’s parade was rained on!”

Airmail added, “It was published in the paper, Dusk. I’m not sure who it is Wily.”

Dusk moved his companion towards the herd’s table, and tried to keep his voice low, “Please don’t make a scene here, these are my friends.”

“Fine,” the other stallion responded, and then to the group, “I don’t read the papers, but fair enough.”

Caffeinated came up to the table and dropped off Dusk’s cup of Earl Grey tea, “Help yourself to the buffet. What is your friend drinking?”

“Thanks Stripes,” Dusk replied gratefully for the tea. “Hey guys, this is Brush Stroke. I met up with him in North Park.”

“I’ll have a coffee please, black,” Brush Stroke replied to the zebra. “Hello, and please call me Oils,” he said to the group at the table.

Serenity walked up to the table and placed a single plate of food in front of Mapper. Mapper fed both herself and Serenity from the plate.

Brush Stroke looked around the table, “You have some impressive friends, Dusk.”

Omega looked the pair over, “Hello Oils, been to open mic night before?”

“No,” responded Brush Stroke, “but Dusk here said it’d be fun though.”

Omega laughed, “Welcome to the insanity.”

“It isn’t that bad,” added Airmail. “Just organised chaos.”

Sunshine walked in and saw Omega wave a forehoof. He walked over and gave the stallion a deep kiss, “Food now!” He then marched off to the buffet table.

Brush Stroke watched and smiled, “Organised chaos I like. Sort of like my workshop.”

Wildfire spoke up, “Hey D, who’s your new friend, and where is Vocal?”

Omega chimed in, “Yeah, how did his gig go?”

Airmail nudged Wildfire and spoke of over the noise of so many ponies, “Recital, Trumpet, and Requiem just came in. They went straight to the buffet table.”

“Will Tinkerer and Belle be coming?” Wildfire asked.

“No,” answered Snowfall, “Belle is working tonight and Tinkerer is with her.”

Dusk gave a soft sigh, “It went well, Omega. Too well as it happens. He isn’t coming, ever.”

“I’ll let Buttercup know. She covers entertainment,” Airmail said and added, “So, by ever, did you two have a falling out?”

“You can say that Airmail,” answered Dusk, “Vocal decided that the tour was number one in his life, and old coltfriends need not apply.” He welcomed the hug from Brush Stroke.

The three newcomers sat at the table. Requiem spoke up, “Hi Dusk.” She studied the other stallion as she thought she knew him.

Dusk asked, “Are we all here that’s coming?”

Requiem answered, “All but my husband, Longshore. Go ahead and do intros. I can fill him in later.”

“Okay then, this is Brush Stroke, but he likes the name Oils,” Dusk led off. “And this mare is my close friend Wildfire, whom I told you about.”

“Pleased to meet all of you, and it is good to put a face to the name Wildfire,” stated Brush Stroke.

“Just call me Wily,” she smiled.

Requiem asked, “Oils, don’t you have a painting in City Hall?”

Brush Stroke was pleased to be recognised, “Yes, I do.”

Sunny chuckled, “Oh, we have another celebrity.”

Brush Stroke blushed, “A minor one, for now.”

“Dusk, when is your mom going to get here with your fiddle?” Requiem questioned.

“She should be here soon,” Dusk answered.

“Your mom’s coming?” Brush Stroke smiled, “It’ll be nice to meet her. You didn’t talk much about her earlier.”

“No,” Dusk swallowed, “no, I didn’t.”

“Dusk, would you be interested in doing a performance together?” asked Trumpet. “I was thinking Trotskovsky’s Marche.”

Dusk nodded, “Yeah, why not?”

Trumpet smiled, “Should be fun, that piece goes well with the violin and Prench horn.”

“Should be awesome mate.” Dusk looked to his friend, “Wily, you reading during the show?”

Wildfire bounced at the table, “Yes D! I have a couple of poems ready.”

Longshore arrived at the table with a plate full of food and received a kiss from Requiem. “Contracts are a pain in my tail,” stated the stallion.

“Ah, my poor baby,” Requiem said with another kiss. “You can lie down on the couch and I’ll talk to you until it is all better.” That comment received laughs from several ponies.

A flash of turquoise light near the coffee bar revealed Luna and Octavia. Both dressed in their Gala dresses. Octavia wore a bridle and carried her cello case on her back. Luna carried a violin case and held Octavia’s reins in her magic. The pair nodded to Caffeinated and approached the herd table.

The noise level in the room dropped drastically. The knowledge that Serenity would perform was common, but to have Lady Octavia perform brought this night to a whole new level. Many started calling friends to encourage them to join the party. Brush Stroke stuttered, “T-that’s P-p-princess Lu-Luna h-h-here!”

When the couple reached the table Dusk spoke up, “Hi mum, mom, thank you for bringing my violin.”

“Mom!” said a shocked Brush Stroke. He looked between the alicorn and earth pony, “She’s your mom and she’s your mum!”

Mapper laughed, “Good evening Mistress Luna, your son’s failure to talk about you is an understatement.” She gave Octavia a good look over. “You’ve brought your Pet! How sweet of you. Shall she be performing?”

Luna looked over Mapper and Serenity and sighed, “Tie?”

Mapper nodded, “Tie”

Dusk was perplexed, “Tie?”

Luna looked at her son, “My goal was to out dress Mistress Mapper tonight. I have a feeling a sneaky zebra may have warned her.” She turned to Octavia, “You may answer, Pet.”

Octavia kept her eyes to the floor, “Yes Mistress Mapper, I was allowed to bring my cello.”

“Mistress Mapper,” Luna stated which drew the mare’s attention back to her. “My present to you for tonight. For my Pet’s sake I do hope she pleases you.”

“Junior Pet!” Mapper spoke with authority.

Wildfire was snuggled between Airmail and Tempest. Both were trying to get her to eat the veggie casserole after she found out it had celery in it. Now she saw her opportunity to escape. “Yes Mistress!”

“You have graduated to Middle Pet for tonight,” continued Mapper, “and do finish your food you took from the buffet.”

Wildfire’s ears drooped in defeat, “Yes Mistress.”

Mapper continued, “Now I have a complete set! Do you think if I combine them I’ll get an alicorn?” The ponies around her laughed.

Trumpet was star struck by the sight of Octavia, and he spoke to Dusk, “Think she would join us on that Trotskovsky piece?”

Dusk snickered, “Try stopping her, with her Mistresses permission, of course.”

Mapper looked at the stallions, “She came here to perform and perform she will!”

Caffeinated joined them at the table, “Good evening Luna, here is your lunar café, not on the menu, and Mapper, what is Octavia drinking?” Another hush fell over the crowd when they realised how familiar the barista was with royalty.

Luna interrupted, “Mistress Mapper, my pet has been bad, so if I might suggest Earl Grey tea for her.”

Octavia let out a little whine and pawed at Luna’s dress.

“Very bad indeed,” Mapper nodded. “Mistress Luna, would you do me the honour of taking care of your Pet’s watering and feeding for the night?”

“Very good Mistress Mapper,” Luna turns to the zebra, “Earl Grey for my wayward pet.”

“Same as your son?” Caffeinated asked, “With steamed milk?”

Luna nodded, “That will be fine.” She noted that Mapper was feeding Serenity from her plate, and looped the reins over Octavia’s neck. “Pet, please fetch me a plate of food and put enough on the plate for yourself too.”

“Yes Mistress.” Octavia walked over to the buffet and started loading up a plate.

Caffeinated returned with a tray full of drinks. He put Octavia’s tea where Mapper pointed and distributed refills to the herd.

Luna held up her cup of coffee, “I normally drink it black, but I approve of this non-menu coffee.” The zebra simply smiled as he returned to the coffee bar.

“Shine?” Dusk asked. He only received his mom’s smile for an answer.

Octavia returned with a plate full and set it in front of Luna. The alicorn smiled, “Do drink your tea Pet before it gets cold.”

The grey mare did so with a grimace and hoped her wife would soon give her some food to hide the taste.

Caffeinated moved to the building entrance as he saw a white zebra enter, “Shangazi kahawa kuwakaribasha usiku.” His aunt’s coat was liberally sprinkled with grey and there was plenty of sliver highlights in her mane and tail. They gave each other a nuzzle and then he continued, “Angalia Mungu wa Usikuni hapa!”

The mare responded, “Lazima uwe utani kwamba hawezi kuwa!”

Both Luna and Mapper turned when they heard the Zebran spoken. Mapper broke out in laughter and Luna turned her attention back to the pink unicorn. Mapper controlled her laughter, “That’s Coffee Bean, Caffy’s aunt and High Priestess of the Hall. He is bragging about you being here, and she doesn’t believe him.”

Luna commented, “You do know I speak fluent Zebran.”

Mapper rolled her eyes, “I’d hope so since they worship you. Other than Thespy, the rest of the herd doesn’t understand Zebran. I just want to let them in on the joke.”

Caffeinated gestured at the herd table and watch his aunt’s eyes go wide. After a couple of minutes he finally nudged the frozen mare to move.

Coffee Bean did eventually move on unsteady legs. As she got closer she moved faster and fell prostrate to the floor in front of Luna, “Naomba huwezi kunipiga wafu Mungu wa Usiku,” the mare begged.

Caffeinated put a hoof on the mare’s shoulder, “Tu kuamka yeye ni nzuri na kuzungumza Equstrian.”

Luna smiles, “Please arise and I’ll be killing no ponies tonight. Caffeinated has spoken highly of his family.”

Coffee Bean stands, “Oh, please forgive my rudeness.”

Luna pats a spot next to her, “There is nothing to forgive. Please join us at the table. Caffy, fetch your Aunt a lunar café please, and a refill for me.”

Caffeinated does a little bow, “At once your Highness.”

Coffee Bean was in awe, “This, this is most unexpected Mungu wa Usiku, how may I serve you?”

Caffeinated called out from the coffee bar, “You could bring her the coffee.”

Luna watched the elderly mare seemed to fly to the coffee bar and put the tray on her back. She returned just as swiftly without spilling a drop. Coffee Bean set the tray on the table and hoofed Luna her drink. She raised the drink, “To the night.”

Coffee Bean raised her own cup and replied, “Ndoto Mwezi.”

Luna’s turquoise eyes narrowed, and she saw genuine fear in the mare before her. She had forgotten the zebra still revered her for what she once was. Luna tapped the cup and took a drink while she watched as the zebra took a long awaited breath and sipped from her own cup.

Coffee Bean coughed as the coffee and moonshine poured down her throat. “Forgive me.”

Luna lightly laid a hoof on Coffee Bean’s shoulder, “There are things that should not be spoken of in the open.”

Caffeinated, Thespian, and Topper joined the table. Caffeinated stated, “Everything is well in hoof and it is time to get the open mic going. Is everything okay Lulu?”

Coffee Bean swung a forehoof and stuck Caffeinated, “Angalau yeye nyuka wewe wafu!”

Luna again put her hoof on Coffee Bean’s shoulder. “Please Coffee Bean, I can accept informalities with friends, and nopony will be struck dead tonight.” She sipped her coffee, “Unless the coffee should run dry.”

Coffee Bean leapt to her hooves in a panic, “Je, una kutosha? Je, mimihaja ya simu ghala?”

Caffeinated hugged his aunt tight, “Please calm down. Everything is fine. We have plenty of coffee, just relax.”

“Forgive me Coffee Bean,” Luna said with a smile, “Your nephew’s life is safe, it was but a joke.”

Coffee Bean blinked a few times as she calmed down, “Kama wewe kusema, Mungu wa Usiku.”

Caffeinated released his hug, “Yes she said it, now sit down next to your Goddess and learn from her. And please, Aunt, speak Equestrian.”

The opening acts of the open mic are normally reserved for first time performers. The audience gave instant and honest feedback. Cheers and clapping hooves are loud, but so are the cat calls and comments for any unfortunate poor performances. Nothing derogatory was said, and it is all meant to be in good fun.

Mapper spoke up, “Well that was very entertaining. Any more of your relatives showing up tonight, Caffy?”

Caffeinated chuckled, “Cousin Leaf may show up to play her drums.”

Octavia took another sip of her cooled tea and grimaced. She looked to her son and opened her mouth only to close it. She then looked to Luna and Mapper.

Mapper didn’t miss what happened. “Junior Pet, you are on Free Time until I have need of your services. If you want food or drink you are dependent on the whims of Mistress Luna.”

Octavia let a smile cross her lips, “Thank you Mistress.” She turned back to her son, “Dusk, who is your friend sitting next to you?”

“Oh, right mum,” Dusk puts a foreleg around the earth pony’s shoulder. “This is Brush Stroke.” Dusk noticed that he is still too shocked to speak. “He likes to go by the name Oils.”

“Mistress Luna,” Mapper enquired, “do you have a favourite piece you would like Junior Pet to perform?”

Luna responded, “Yes, I’d like her to play Les Carnaval des Animaux. It’s a Prench piece.”

Dusk hugged his companion tighter, “Oils, this is my mum, and my mom of course.”

Mapper smiled, “Excellent choice. I do hope she has some stamina tonight.” Mapper enjoyed the indignant look on the mare’s face. “The stallions, Dusk and Trumpet would like her to join them in some sombre piece. I also plan to have her play to a poem read by Middle Pet and to a song that Senior Pet will sing.”

Luna waved a dismissive hoof, “She’ll do fine. May I inquire as to what your Pets will be performing?”

Coffee Bean muttered, “Nilidhani kungekuwa taa zaidi na chini ya majadiliano.”

Luna did a spit take and turned back to the zebra she saw cringe. “I like to chat over coffee so I fear there will be no lighting tonight, and your Equestrian is slipping.”

Coffee Bean bowed low, “Sorry, sorry, please forgive this silly mare.”

Luna leaned forward and kissed the mare’s nose which left Coffee Bean speechless. “I like silly mares.”

Mapper laughed, “Then you will truly like that one. Anyways, I’m having Middle Pet read the Jabberwocky.” She hoofed the poem in braille to Wildfire. “Study that Middle Pet and do not embarrass me.”

Wildfire took the sheet of paper, “Yes Mistress.” She ran a hoof over the bumps while Airmail and Tempest watched, intrigued.

Mapper continued, “Senior Pet will sing Ode to Joy. I have the sheet music to both, in case Junior Pet is unfamiliar with the works.”

Octavia sniffed, “I have performed both, Mistress Mapper.”

Mapper kept mental note of the infractions that Junior Pet would account for. “Middle Pet you are on Free Time until your performance. You have poems to read?”

“Yes, Mistress,” responded Wildfire, “I have two, Mistress.”

“Very good,” Mapper nodded, “You will perform those first so your voice is warmed up for the poem I want you to read.”

“Yes Mistress,” was Wildfire’s response.

Recital was whispering in Coffee Bean’s ear when the zebra mare leapt again to her hooves. “Yeye alifanya nini?”

Caffeinated face hoofed. Luna looked back to the zebra mare and smiled.

Coffee Bean pointed a hoof at her nephew, “Je, kweli kuwaambia mungu wa usiku alikuwa farasi mbaya?”

“Equestrian Aunt, Equestrian!” said the exasperated zebra stallion. “I did say that because she was a bad pony.”

“Bado wanaaishi?” Coffee Bean said with disbelief.

Luna again put her hoof on Coffee Bean’s shoulder, “He lives because I was a bad pony.”

Coffee Bean sat back down as she tried to comprehend what had happened. Recital smiled and again started to whisper in the zebra mare’s ear.

Both Luna and Caffeinated waited to see what Coffee Bean would do next.

Brush Stroke finally found his voice, “Interesting family and friends you have Dusk.” He turned to Octavia, “It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Octavia, and you Princess Luna.”

“It is nice to meet my son’s friends,” Octavia started, but she was interrupted when Luna decided to feed her again.

“We will have to talk more, Oils.” Luna commented before she turned to her wife. “I expect you to finish that tea.”

Octavia replied in a very subdued voice, “Yes Mistress.”

Omega ate off of Sunshine’s plate, “So, Dusk, you and Oils have hit it off? Where did you find this drifter, Oils?

Dusk nuzzled his friend, “Yes, we’re together.”

Brush Stroke saw the lay of the land and kissed his partner, “This little darling happened to sit in the way of my painting, and I asked him to shift it. We ended up talking.” He kissed Dusk again, “I do like his blush too.”

Omega chuckled, “Yes, he does blush rather well,” only to watch Dusk blush harder. “So, he didn’t play hard to get?”

“Is this an interview, Omega?” Dusk asked.

“Not at all,” Brush Stroke continued, “he was very interested in what I was painting, and I couldn’t shake him off.” He looked between the two, “Interview?”

Dusk commented, “This stallion is the political reporter for the Manehatten Times, and he has interviewed me before.”

Brush Stroke nodded, “Maybe I should start reading the paper.”

Coffee Bean let out a high pitch squeal and fell over with one forehoof raised in the air.

Caffeinated rushed over to her and with the aid of Recital and Trumpet help to get her upright. With a voice just above a whisper and a look of desperation in her eyes, Coffee Bean asked, “Wewe alimgonga yake?”

Luna, Mapper, and Thespian burst into giggles.

“I told you, Aunt,” replied Caffeinated, “she was a bad pony.”

As Luna laughed she gasped out, “He swings hard too.”

Coffee Bean took her nephew’s face in her hooves, “Sisi kamwe kuzungumza haya tena.”

Caffeinated nuzzled his aunt, “It never happened, no problem Aunt. Please try to speak Equestrian.”

Luan regained control of herself, “I don’t know if my bottom will let me forget,” The squeak from Coffee Bean was precious. “Son, when were you going to introduce us to your new coltfriend?”

Thespian excused herself from the table.

Dusk winced, “Give me a chance, mom. I just met him!”

Omega laughed, “He doesn’t want Oils to slip from his hooves, Luna.”

Sunshine chimed in, “Besides, he is already at stage four. Meet the parents.”

Omega laughed, “Have you kissed him Dusk?” He promptly kissed his ray of sunshine.

Brush Stroke smiled, “Oh, he has, haven’t you love?” He leaned in half way to Dusk, who closed the distance to complete the kiss. Sunshine and Omega both clapped their hooves quietly.

Dusk looked at the stallion, “Many times once it stopped raining.” He turned to his mothers, “You’ve met him now. I hope you are pleased.”

Luna nodded, while she may not know his works, the others seemed to think he is a good artist. Time would tell if he was good enough for her son.

Dusk planted one more kiss on Brush Stroke, “I’m still hungry, do you want anything?”

Brush Stroke nodded, “Just fill a plate for the two of us.” He watched Dusk walk off to the buffet table, “He’s such a pretty mare.”

“Yes, he is,” Omega agreed.

“I’ve seen him prettier,” commented Luna.

Thespian walked past the table wearing armour and fake wings. “My turn,” she said as she walked past and onto the stage. The herd listened as she sang the ‘Rhinemaidens’ Song’ as Flosshilde. Her performance was followed my much hoof clapping and cheers from the audience and herd.

“This performance is splendid,” Brush Stroke announced. As Dusk sat back down at the table he leaned toward Omega, “But not a patch on last night’s performance I gather.” His smile grew wider as Dusk blushed.

Omega nodded, “I’m quite sure I heard Thespian singing last night too.”

Thespian returned to the table. She left her armour and wings on. “I’m sure you did Omega. It is good our beds don’t squeak too loudly.”

Brush Stroke nuzzled Dusk, “Dusky was quite proud of it once I got it out of him. As I said, such a pretty mare.”

“Oh,” Omega smiled, “you’re speaking of his performance.”

Dusk grew positively hot next to him, “Yes, the four on one, I believe?”

“His performance was award winning,” commented Luna. She was happy to see Brush Stroke had to keep Dusk from crawling under the table.

“Well I did cheat a bit,” Omega admitted, “I did take two turns.”

Sunny added, “After the performance he proved just how pretty he can be.”

“Could we move along,” pleaded Dusk.

Brush Stroke gave him another kiss, “Yes dear.”

“Wildfire,” Caffeinated called out. Once he had the mare’s attention, “You’re up next after this act.”

“Thank you, sir,” she nuzzled her companions, “I got this.”

Airmail asked, “Do you need help getting to the stage?”

“I just need directions,” Wildfire responded.

Airmail and Tempest shared a look and Tempest whispered into Wildfire’s ear, “Okay, after you stand turn to your right. About fifteen paces will put you even with the stage. Turn left and the stage is about twenty paces away. There is a gap between the tables, but it isn’t a big gap. Stage is about one foot off the floor. It is ten by ten and the mic is front centre.”

Wildfire nodded, “I got it. Nothing to do but do it.”

Airmail added, “Go ahead to the first turn left and wait. Sonic will announce you.” She gave Wildfire a kiss which was followed up with Tempest’s kiss.

Wildfire stood up and moved to the spot. She really didn’t want to fail in front of the others.

Sunshine smiled, “Dusk did look good in silver highlights, but with your fur you’d look good in gold highlights, Oils.”

Luna leaned over and kissed Octavia on a lighter bit of grey fur, “You’re my pretty mare.”

Brush Stroke laughed, “You may be right, but I’ll never be as pretty as this mare,” he said as he hugged Dusk.

Octavia moves to kiss Luna on the lips, “I’m not that pretty.”

Sonic’s voice came over the PA system, “Next up is Wildfire with some poetry.”

Mapper’s stern voice sounded, “Junior Pet will not embarrass the Mistress with disagreement!”

Octavia looked like she was about to cry, “No Mistress.” She leaned against Luna, “I’m your pretty mare.”

Brush Stoke looked to the stage, “Isn’t that your friend Dusky?”

Dusk watched Wildfire move her way forward, “Yes, and she is quite good at poetry.”

Wildfire held her wings in front with tips to the floor as she moved forward. She felt the chairs as she passed tables, and heard the comments from ponies who realized she was blind. She was worried at first, but none of the comments were hurtful. Just realization or encouragement. When she felt the stage she stepped up and move to what she though was the middle and turned left. Wildfire moved forward till she felt the mic stand, just a bit to her left. She took a moment to centre herself. ‘I did it!’ The mare smiled and her voice caught the first try, “H-hi, th-th…” Wildfire cleared her throat, “Excuse me! Hi, this is a poem called ‘Flying High’ and I dedicate it to Airmail and Tempest who helped me know what it was like to fly again.” Wildfire took a calming breath. Her braille notes were under a hoof, but she didn’t need them.

She heard plenty of hoof claps and Airmail whistle. “Thank you, this second one I call ‘Wildfire’. It is for the herd of friends that have taken me in.

From the audience a pony called out, “Yeah, I’ve heard of friends.”

Wildfire snickered, “That’s good, do you have any?” Which was followed by much laughter.

Once again Wildfire paused to centre herself. She did change paper just in case, but her confidence built from the audience reaction.

More hooves clapped and Wildfire made it off the stage. She walked back through the tables with encouragement voiced in her ears. Once back she received a big hug from Tempest. “You’ve set my heart on fire.”

“Thank you Honey” she said as she returned a nuzzle. “What did you think Pretty?”

Airmail led off with a lusty kiss, “They are as beautiful as you, and your beauty shines.”

Sonic called Recital and she excused herself from the table. Coffee Bean watched her go as she pondered all that Recital had told her.

“Those were lovely poems, Wildfire,” commented Dusk.

“Thank you D.” Wildfire couldn’t contain her glee, “And for more kisses like that I can read more poetry.”

“Sounds like some bed time reading,” added Tempest as the got in on the action.

“The Trotskovsky piece is up next,” Caffeinated informed the group, “and Mapper, I’ve added Octavia to your pet line up. Order is Earth, Pegasus, and Unicorn.”

“Thank you Caffy,” Mapper responded.

While Recital sang an original dark song about bullies and poisoned chocolates, the musicians readied their interments. When Recital left the stage, the audience were left pondering if they really wanted to eat the chocolates on the table. A hush moved through the crowd when the three ponies took the stage. Most ponies would pay hundreds, even thousands, of bits to listen to Octavia play, and here they were able to listen for free.

“Middle Pet,” Mapper inquired, “Are you familiar with the poem? You may take the notes with you.”

“I am, Mistress,” Wildfire answered, but she held the notes just in case.

Mapper smiled, “I found your poems acceptable Pet, you may have a dessert of your choice.”

“Thank you Mistress,” Wildfire glowed with the praise.

Airmail asked, “Would you like your dessert now?”

“Only if there is chocolate,” Wildfire licked her lips.

Airmail lowered her voice to a whisper as the audience had grown silent, “After this performance.”

Luna’s voice could just be heard, “Make me proud my love.”

The three, being as they were, well versed in classical music performed the sad poetic symphony named Marche Slave by Trotskovsky flawlessly. The haunting music mesmerized the audience. When they finished there was a moment of silence before thunderous hoof clapping and cheers erupted.

As the three took their bows, Luna move her hoof over to Mapper’s, “I do love to hear my Pet play.” The alicorn wiped away her tears.

The group returned to the table and put away their instruments. “Junior Pet,” Mapper called out, “You have earned a dessert and drink of your choice. Do finish the tea first though, one should not be wasteful.”

Airmail stood, “I’ll get your chocolate love, and be right back.”

“Thank you Airy,” responded Wildfire.

“Yes Mistress,” Octavia said as she finished the nasty tea.

“What would you like Pet?” asked Luna.

“Milky coffee and a chocolate too, if it pleases you Mistress.” Octavia answered.

Caffeinated smiled, “One Celestia special coming up. Requiem, you and Longshore are up after this next act. Then it is my turn, and Lavender, you’re after me.” Caffeinated moved off to get the coffee.

Airmail returns with two plates of chocolate. “Here you go Wily. Luna, I heard what your pet wanted and took the liberty to bring it for her.”

Octavia smiled, “Thank you Ms. Airmail.”

Wildfire inhaled the delicious dessert, “Thank you Pretty.”

Luna kissed Octavia, “You did very well love.”

“All three of you did very well,” amended Thespian.

“Most true,” Luna agreed.

Caffeinated sat the cream with coffee in front of Octavia while Requiem and Longshore excused themselves from the table. “Baron, if you could pony the fort while I take my turn?”

“Of course I can.” Baron replied as he stood to see to the guests.

The herd watched Requiem and Longshore do a feisty ballroom dance on the small stage. The performance received well, and earned the pair much appreciated responses from the audience.

Caffeinated moved onto the stage after the couple left. “Out of deference to our very special guest and to my Aunt, I will first read my poem in Zebran. Out of deference to the rest of you I’ll read it again in Equestrian. The audience laughed. Caffeinated did his first read through.

Coffee Bean watched her goddess while her nephew read. She saw Luna’s eyes shine with moisture and smiled as Caffeinated then started his second read through.

Brush Stroke commented to Dusk, “His poem is rather good.”

The loudest hooves clapped at the herd table, while the rest of the audience also showed their appreciation. In part because Caffeinated ran this event and made it free to attend. He passed Lavender on the way to the table. “Mapper, there is this and one more act before your Pets perform. Thank you Baron, I have the helm.”

“Stripes,” Dusk commented, “You came close to matching Wily’s reading.”

“C’mon D,” Wildfire exclaimed, “He did much better than me!”

Caffeinated chuckled, “Tie?”

Wildfire giggled, “Tie.”

Coffee Bean leaned close to her nephew, “Mimini fahari yaw ewe mpwa.”

Luna waved the zebra stallion over to her, “Your aunt is right to be proud. Thank you for the lovely poem.” She followed up with a kiss.

“You are most welcome, Mungu wa Usiku,” Caffeinated returned the kiss.

Lavender then proceeded to tell an utterly outrageous story about a cabbage and a motorcycle road trip which left the audience gasping for breath. Even Luna thought it was the funniest story since forever. “I do hope someone has a recording of that,” gasped Luna. “Tia so needs to hear it.” When the mare returned to the table Luna had her breath back under control, “Really, A helmet on a cabbage for safety?” Lavender took a little bow for a reply.

“Mapper,” Caffeinated stated to get the mare’s attention. “Your three are the last of the program. They follow Coffee Bean and after your group is karaoke.”

“Thank you Caffy,” Mapper nodded.

Dusk kissed Brush Stroke, “Having fun Oils?”

Brush Stroke smiled, “Not bad for a first date, Dusky.”

Caffeinated brought around refills, and whispered far too loud into Dusk’s ear, “How did the questionnaire go?”

Dusk choked on his tea and tried to slip under the table. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as Caffeinated walked off snickering.

“Oh, I smell a story.” Brush Stroke nuzzled the stallion that attempted to escape.

“No!” Dusk shook his head, “No story, nothing at all to tell.”

Wildfire laughed, “I’ll be happy to tell him.”

Dusk’s voice grew stern, “You wouldn’t dare!”

Mapper interjected, “Please refrain from ordering my Pet around. It’s not that I want to save you, Prince, but your story can wait till karaoke starts. Plus, I trust my Pet to speak truthfully.”

Dusk grumbled, but said nothing.

“Aunt,” Caffeinated started, “It doesn’t look like Leaf made it, but Sonic has the recording.” He kissed the zebra mare’s cheek. “Do well.”

Coffee Bean took the stage and the audience gave her respectful silence least the Priestess cast some zebra curse on them. Sonic started the recording of tribal drums and Coffee Bean danced like a mare a third her age. The dance included a chanted prayer in Zebran. It was a prayer to Nightmare Moon seeking protection and good harvest.

Luna watched the performance intently, and listened to the words of the prayer. Too much history that she had tried hard to forget came to the forefront of her mind. The performance was flawless, yet Luna was uncertain what to think about it.

Mapper laid a hoof over Luna’s, “Treat it for what it is. A hope that you can still provide.” She watched Luna nod before she removed the hoof. Coffee Bean left the stage. “Junior Pet you are on stage for three performances. Do not embarrass me.” Mapper looked to her other two Pets. “I will say the same to both of you.”

“Yes Mistress,” Octavia and Wildfire said together. Serenity said nothing but did bow.

The audience went quite as Octavia took the stage for a solo performance. She began the Prench piece and her cello sang.

To Luna, Mapper whispered, “You’d think she has unicorn magic.”

Luna whispered back, “Indeed, I think so myself.” Luna smiled at the flawless performance.

The audience erupted with hoof claps and cheers at the end of the performance. Mapper stated, “Airmail, be a dear, and lick the chocolate off Middle Pet’s face.”

“With pleasure!” Airmail announced as she went to work and quickly licked Wildfire’s muzzle most thoroughly.

“Middle Pet, make your way to the stage quickly now. Start your reading after Junior Pet does the intro bit of music.” Mapper saw Tempest started to whisper to Wildfire. “Tempest! Stop being a mother hen. She made it up there fine on her own the first time.”

Wildfire enjoyed the face cleaning and gave each of her mares a kiss, “Yes Mistress!” The diminutive pegasus followed the same path to the stage. When she stepped up on it Octavia gave a light tap of her hoof to let her know where she stood. Wildfire moved to the mic and sat down with a hoof hoovering over the paper. She was determined to do this and not give any reason to embarrass her Mistress.

Octavia begun to play and on cue Wildfire read the poem. She tried to be as dramatic as she could. The poem itself was rather funny though and it was a challenge for the mare.

A few moments into the performance and Luna winced. She whispered to Mapper, “She drops a note now and again. It’s the arthritis in her hooves.”

Mapper shrugged and whispered back, “I wouldn’t know. I listen to carnival music all day.”

Throughout the poem the audience laughed, and at the end they clapped loudly. Wildfire took a bow and left the stage and returned to the table. Serenity passed her on the way and brushed Wildfire’s flank with her own.

“She dropped two notes on that piece,” stated Luna, “and she will admit to it.”

Wildfire returned to the table, “You have pleased me Middle Pet,” commented Mapper, “you may have some of Airmail’s cake.”

“Oh, come on!” Airmail sounded upset, but both her and Mapper giggled.

“Yay!” said a happy Wildfire, “I get cake.”

Serenity walked onto the stage and moved over to nuzzle Octavia. “They judge us as individuals. Don’t get lost in my singing.”

Octavia nuzzled back as she flexed her hooves. “Very well.”

Serenity moved forward to the mic. The audience was enraptured by their presence. Two of the greatest performers on stage together in a downtown coffee shop. They saw history being made. Serenity made full use of her three octave range to belt out the song, and Octavia used her cello to sing for her.

Brush Stroke commented to Dusk, “You could have sold tickets for a thousand bits a seat for this performance.”

Luna though listened with a fine ear and fought to hold back the tears as her wife dropped note after note. “She’s struggling.”

“You will have to forgive me for my punishment will be light,” responded Mapper. “This is too beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it. Still if she was doing it on purpose, I’d say don’t hold back,” Luna responded, “but she is truly trying her best.”

Mapper reached out a hoof to Luna, “I take it she can be quite naughty if she feels you’re being inattentive?”

Luna nodded, “She can be a hoof full at times.”

The performance ended and it brought the house down. So many texted the ‘I was there when it happened’ texts to friends and family. The pair left the stage and Caffeinated took their place. He waited for the crowd to calm down before he made his announcement. “Thank you all for attending. The mic is now open to anyone that wants to do karaoke. Please give your song selection or track to Sonic.” Caffeinated returned to the herd’s table. Ponies lined up to talk with Sonic. Some came this night for karaoke, but found much more.

“Mistress Luna,” Mapper led off when Serenity and Octavia arrived at the table, “I noticed how beautiful Junior and Senior Pet looked on stage, and I have to ask where did you get Junior Pet’s gown?”

“Ms Rarity was quite kind enough to make it for me,” answered Luna. “She is very generous with her talent.”

“I should ask Coco about it then,” responded Mapper, “she may be able to make me a near copy. I think it would look fetching on Senior Pet.”

Luna smiled, “There is no reason you can’t have her put on Junior Pet’s gown right now.”

“Ah, but there is,” Mapper spoke with a sly smile. “Junior Pet, how was your performance?”

Octavia stared down at her own forehooves, ashamed her body was failing her. “I failed, Mistress, I’m afraid to say I dropped five notes throughout the night.”

Mapper nodded, “Senior Pet, yours?

Serenity looked Mapper in the eye, “I failed, Mistress, I missed a note.”

“Mistress,” interjected Octavia, “She missed the same note I did, and I believe th…”

Mapper cut her off, “You will not make excuses for Senior Pet!”

Octavia’s voice was sorrowful, “I have failed you Mistress.”

Mapper looked to the blind pegasus, “Middle Pet! I would have your opinion on Junior Pet and Senior Pet’s performance.”

“Mistress,” Wildfire responded, “I felt they were both excellent, I really enjoyed the show.”

Mapper turned to her wife, and Serenity spoke, “She tells the truth, Mistress.”

“Mistress Luna,” Mapper said as she turned to the Princess, “where will you be spending the night?”

Luna smiled, “I have not made plans, mayhap you have a suggestion?”

Mapper thought out loud, “Should I punish them now or later, is the question.”

Luna shrugged her shoulders, “I see no harm in punishing them later, Mistress Mapper.”

“Caffy,” Mapper called out, “you up for house guests?”

Caffeinated laughed lightly, “Is there a time when I’m not?”

“Well,” Mapper’s grin took on a feral look, “there was that time when…”

“Yes!” Caffeinated interrupted, “I’m available for house guests!”

Mapper giggled with enjoyment at the zebra’s embarrassment, “Airy, Stormy, are you two up for another night at Caffy’s place?”

Tempest replied, “I’m free and clear for Saturday.”

Airmail added, “Sure, as long as you don’t keep me up all night.”

“Then, Mistress Luna,” Mapper spoke, “may I suggest you spend the night at Caffy’s. It would be better than any hotel.”

Luna nodded, “I would have to agree with you there.”

Coffee Bean looked to her nephew, “Mungu wa Usiku ni kukaa katika nyumba yako?”

Luna laughed, “Yes, Coffee Bean, I am, again. Your equestrian is slipping again.”

Coffee Bean announced, “Mimi kukas…forgive, then I’m staying at my nephew’s house too.”

Caffeinated smiled, “I love you, Aunt, and you’re always welcome.”

“This has the makings of a fun night,” Luna added.

“As for punishments,” Mapper’s voice turned serious, “If you wait too long they forget why they’re being punished.”

Luna amended her earlier statement, “Our Pets are intelligent, but I can understand your concern.”

Mapper nodded, “Yes, at least some of the time they are.” She giggled and then resumed her role as Mistress, “Senior Pet you embarrassed me with your performance! Remove your gown!”

“Yes Mistress,” Serenity responded and quickly used her magic to remove the fancy gown which left her wearing a rope harness and panties.

Coffee Bean said, “One sexy mare,” and when she saw Serenity blush she added a whistle.

“I fully agree with my Priestess on that,” added Luna.

Mapper looked Octavia over, “As for you Junior Pet. Your punishment will start now also. From now until dawn Middle Pet will carry you cello.”

Octavia’s eyes went wide, “But Mistress,” she said as stamped a hoof on the floor.

Mapper’s grin widened as she waited to see if Octavia could dig her hole any deeper.

Luna came to her wife’s rescue, “Pet…”

Octavia closed her eyes with a soft sigh, “Yes, Mistress.”

Mapper smirked, “Spunky. So, Luna, will your son be joining us tonight?” Mapper spoke as if the pegasus wasn’t there.

Luna turned to her son, “Well?”

“Actually,” Dusk answered, “I’m heading back over to Oil’s place.”

“After I’ve heard the questionnaire story, darling,” Brush Stroke interjected.

Mapper laughed, “Middle Pet you have free time, as I want to hear this story too.”

Caffeinated barked out laughter while Wildfire also laughed with an evil grin on her muzzle. Airmail moved to a guard position between Dusk and Wildfire.

Dusk shook his head, “Mom, banish me now, please.”

Luna shook her head, “Hush, it’s a funny story.”

Wildfire raised her head high, “Well, y’know how Vocal Chord was his first coltfriend, right? D was so nervous about asking him out on his first date he went to Princess Twilight, his old teacher, for advice.”

Dusk cringed in his seat while Omega nuzzled his husband, “You’re going to like this story, Sunny.”

“Princess Twilight,” Wildfire continued, “gave him a book. One hundred one tips for the novice romancer, and he followed it word for word!”

Dusk tried to slip under the table, but Brush Stroke caught him in his hooves, “You aren’t going anywhere beautiful.”

Wildfire could only imagine how much Dusk squirmed, “He wrote out a seventy-five question questionnaire,” she laughed, “it was twenty-five pages!”

Dusk groaned, but Omega added, “It gets better.”

Wildfire tried to control her own laughter, “Dusk got a hot air balloon from the Princess, and gave the questionnaire to Vocal Chord during the ride.” Wildfire could no longer control her laughter as she finished, “and Vocal Chord took one look at it and tossed it over the side of the balloon!”

Brush Stroke busted out laughing, “Oh, darling that is priceless!”

Omega put his two bits in, “Should have arrested the both of them for littering.”

Dusk facehooved, “When will you stop telling that story?”

Wildfire continued to laugh, “When it stops being funny!”

Omega smiled and added, “I think it would be a fitting epitaph, ‘Wait I’m only on question fifty-two!’”

“Wildfire,” Luna snorted and giggled, “it will never stop being funny.”

Dusk groaned, “Thanks Twi…”

Caffeinated clapped Dusk on the shoulder, “Now you can proceed to question Oils without fear,” he snickered.

Dusk rolled his eyes, “I hate you all. Mom, seriously? Couldn’t you have banished me five minutes ago?”

Between her laughs, Luna got one word out, “No!”

Brush Stoke snuggled Dusk, “Smile darling, it was pretty funny.”

Trumpet spoke up, “Caffy, you going to want some moral support tonight?”

“Really Trumpet,” Thespian said, “You don’t think my husband can handle nine mares?”

Trumpet smiled, “It would be ten if I come over.”

Dusk looked at Octavia, “I think Trumpet just wants to hang out with my mum.”

“Well it won’t be eleven,” Brush Stroke said, “as I’m taking my mare home.”

Dusk nuzzled his companion, “I’m your mare now?”

“Of course you are dear,” Brush Stroke said with a kiss.

Mapper spoke up, “Your mare? You should dress her up nice. Lavender, yes, Dusk would look best in Lavender.”

“I’m not too sure about that,” Lavender responded, “Do you think he would look good in my Topper?”

Mapper facehooved at a pun gone wrong and Lavender laughed.

Caffeinated spoke while the others groaned. “Sure Trumpet, we can play some cribbage while the mares hatch some nefarious scheme to doom us all.”

“As long as you have coffee,” Luna stated, “You are free from my nefarious schemes.”

Coffee Bean looked at Luna with a gleam in her eyes, “Tunapaswa mpango wa zaidi ya kutupa ziezi wa jua.”

Caffeinated quickly responded, “Aunt! Now is not the time!”

“Caffy is right,” Luna said as she lightly put a hoof on Coffee Bean’s shoulder, “my sister will have to wait for another time.”

Coffee Bean smiled, “I’m patient.”

“As am I,” Luna added and then she turned to Oils, “So, where will you be taking my colt?”

Brush Stroke answered, “My place is not far from the uptown park, Princess.”

Sunshine nudged Omega, “To bliss if he is a good pony.”

Baron asked, “On the west side?”

Brush Stoke answered Sunshine first, “I’m counting on him being a naughty mare first.” He then turned to the elder, “Yes sir, it is.”

Luna smiled, “Please, less of the ‘Princess’, Oils. We’re practically family.”

Omega nuzzled his husband, “Sing me a song, Sunny.” He watched the stallion get up and head over to where Sonic waited. “Your mare likes it rough, in case he hasn’t been confessing.”

Brush Stroke smiled as he watched Dusk blush, “Oh, does he now? This night gets better and better.”

“He does another trick,” Omega snickered, “but I’ll not reveal that one.”

“Well I do have all night,” Brush Stoke kissed Dusk and helped him to his hooves. The group said their good-byes as the pair left.

Baron and Snowfall also said their good-byes for the evening and followed Dusk and Brush Stroke out the door.

Mapper looked over at the grey mare, “Junior Pet, do you sing?”

“Only with my cello, Mistress,” Octavia answered.

“Excellent!” Mapper said as she clapped her hooves. “Senior Pet, pick one of those songs I won’t let you sing at home for karaoke and another for Junior Pet to sing to. Junior Pet will sing first.”

Octavia bit her lip to remain silent.

Tempest nuzzled Wildfire, “Why don’t you sing that song you like to hum?”

Wildfire nuzzled back, “Yeah, I’ll give it a crack, but I warn you I’m not brilliant.”

Mapper took control, “Middle Pet you may sing after Senior Pet. Off the three of you go to let Sonic know your choices.” Mapper smiled as she watched the three of them trot off. “It is going to be a pleasure to listen to Junior Pet sing without her cello.”

Luna watch her wife march off like she was on her way to the gallows, “Pleasure may be a bit of a stretch.”

Mapper watched Serenity give Octavia her song selection and then the grey mare stomp her hoof in frustration. Mapper’s forehoof drifted down between her hind legs, “What is Junior Pet’s safe word?”

Luna also intently watched the scene unfold, “Dubstep.”

Mapper’s hoof slowly stroked herself as she waited. When Octavia moved to the microphone her other forehoof stomped the table, “I’m going to enjoy every painful moment of this.”

“Trust me Mistress Mapper,” Luna said as she watched her wife start, “She’d rather be whipped than do this. Nicely done.”

Octavia tried to sing ‘Change of Heart’ and those that knew her for the cello, soon realized that she wasn’t a singer. The mare continued to slog through the song, but the audience responded as they did to any pony that performed poorly. While Octavia tried to sing she heard, ‘Is that a pony or cat singing?’ and, ‘Not a cat, this show has gone to the dogs.’ As well as ‘Who stole Lauper’s soul?’

Octavia continued to struggle on as an utterly horrid and tuneless noise came from her mouth. The jeers continued, ‘It’s a jailhouse singer, behind a few bars and can’t find the right key.’ And, ‘I thought singing in the toilet improved your voice.’ Serenity gave her a smile of encouragement, but just half way through the song Octavia could take no more. She stopped, “Dubstep. I-I’m sorry…” She had tears in her pink eyes and her cheeks were bright red.

Mapper let out a loud moan. She didn’t try to hide her orgasm. “Pet. Here. Now!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Octavia ran back to the table. Her blush heated up the room.

When she arrived, Mapper commanded, “Under the table now! I’m in need of clean up.”

“Yes Mistress,” Octavia responded as she ducked low and crawled under the table happy to be out of sight.

Mapper removed her own hoof and smiled as Octavia went to work. She watched Serenity sing ‘Mares just wanna have fun’ what she personally thought was a dreadful song. Still her pet sang loud and proud as she danced around the stage. The performance received nothing but cheers from the audience. Mapper casually licked her hoof once then said aloud, “If Middle Pet does well, I think I’ll reward her with this hoof.”

Airmail giggled, “You are a very generous Mistress, as I know my mare will hit her mark.”

Luna’s forehoof had also drifted below the table as she thought about her wife as she serviced another mare. “I think that would be a nice reward, Mistress Mapper.”

Serenity returned smiling as the thunderous applause could be heard. Mapper pointed down, “Senior Pet, you may service Junior Pet, but you may not remove her panties.” Mapper watched her pet’s eyes light up as she slid under the table. Then Mapper noticed what Luna was doing. “You have trained your pet very well, Mistress Luna, but forgive me, do you require attention?”

Luna blushed, “I do. It is always a pleasure to see my Pet so well used.”

“Well then,” Mapper’s smile grew wider, “Let us see if she runs or not.” Mapper focused her attention on the zebra mare, “Mkuu Kahawa, je unataka kula Mungu?”

Coffee bean reared back from the table and fell on her rump. Fear was evident in her eyes.

Luna laughed, “Mistress, you’re awful!”

Mapper moaned again, “Very well trained. I’m up two to none and it is simply not fair.” She watched Coffee Bean regained her legs and moved backwards towards the exit. “If you don’t want her to run you should say something.”

Luna muttered, “I want her tongue in me is what I want.” Louder she called out, “Mimi kudai sadaka yako Kahawa! Huduma mwenyewe.”

Coffee Bean’s legs shook, but she had stopped moving. Her voice was a whisper, “Mimi sistahli.”

Luna was used to ponies that feared her, but it is not what she wanted from one that claimed to be her priestess. Luna had to let her know she was worthy, “Mimi atahukumu.”

Caffeinated moved up alongside his aunt. He was going to stop her from running but now he whispered in her ear, “She is as sweet as the finest honey.”

Coffee Bean’s jaw dropped as she moved back to stare at her nephew, “Can this be true, or is this a dream?”

Caffeinated smiled, “Doesn’t Nightmare Moon grant dreams to the devoted?”

Coffee Bean returned her attention to Luna, “Mimi ni yako na amri.”

Luna nodded, and she watched Coffee Bean return to the table next to Mapper before she ducked under to join the crowd. Luna let out a sigh of pleasure as the zebra mare put her tongue to work.

Thespian questioned her husband, “Is that why you invited Coffee Bean?” All she got in response was a smile.

Wildfire had to wait for the applause for Serenity died down before she could start her song. The actions of the zebra mare didn’t distract her, nor did it distract the audience. They were used to the many odd things that happened at the herd’s table. Wildfire sang ‘Prettiest Eyes’ much to the enjoyment of the crowd. She smiled at the applause when she was finished.

Mapper spread her hind legs further apart, “Airy, Stormy, please congratulate Middle Pet, but…” Mapper paused at the sound of Luna’s loud moan.

Luna gasped, “Oh, my stars! Yes, right there!”

Mapper smiled and continued, “I have need of her now.”

Wildfire smelt and felt her marefriends join her as she walked off the stage, “Did you guys like it?”

“It was beautiful,” Tempest led off.

Airmail nuzzled Wildfire, “My mare with the prettiest eyes.”

Wildfire giggled, “Don’t forget my flank.”

Airmail kissed Wildfire, “Never, but Mistress has need of you, if you please.”

Wildfire kept her wings out front as a guide as she moved back to the table. She could sense Airmail and Tempest close behind her. “How may I please you Mistress?”

Mapper’s voice took on an air of indifference, which was difficult due to Octavia’s fine work. “Middle Pet, I’ve soiled my hoof. Please do your best to clean it.”

Wildfire did a little filly hoof dance, “At once, Mistress!” She moved to the sound of the voice and used her wings to locate Mappers extended leg. Wildfire could smell the excitement that covered the hoof, and went to work with sensual licks.

“Oh yesssss,” Mapper purred. “I do hope the Priestess is doing her worship justice.”

“She,” Luna squealed as another orgasm washed over her, “she is indeed.”

Caffeinated’s self-evident excitement had him conclude that now would be a very good time to stop serving and sit at the table. “Nice to see you haven’t lost your Zebran, Mapper.”

Thespian cuddled up to her husband and lowered a hoof to see how far she could take him.

Recital and Lavender also snuggled up to their husbands and copied Thespian’s move for their own enjoyment.

Luna adjusted Coffee Bean slightly, “Oh, yes, that is the spot! Work it Priestess!”

Mapper is sent once more over the edge, “Junior Pet stop.” She looked down to see Octavia look back up. “Service Senior Pet, but you may not remove her panties.”

Octavia spun around while Serenity scooted forward so they could sixty-nine each other under the table.

Mapper allowed Wildfire’s attention to her hooves to be a calming experience. She watched the yellow pegasus off in her own little world, and exchanged forehooves for worship.

Wildfire took the exchange of hooves in stride as she hoped to get to all four of them this night.

Luna rode out another orgasm and turned to the zebra stallion, “Wewe ni bora kuliko wakati Caffeinated ina uso wake kati ya miguu yangu.” She felt Coffee Bean shudder between her legs at the praise.

Caffeinated was too close to the edge from Thespian’s attention to respond, but she did for him, “There is a difference between a stallion’s tongue and a mare’s tongue.” Thespian then slid under the table to finish what she had started. Requiem and Lavender had already slid between their mate’s legs.

Mapper had herself back under control and looked across the table, “Mistress Luna, is your Priestess worthy of a reward?”

“Yes,” Luna panted, “I think she does deserve a reward.”

“Middle Pet,” Mapper stated as she watched Wildfire continue to lick her hoof, “you have done very well and I wish to reward you. Please bring the zebra mare under the table to climax many times.”

Wildfire gave the hoof she held one last lick, “Yes, Mistress,” She then dropped down feeling with a foreleg till she found her target. At first sniff the rear hoof smelt clean, but she gave it a lick anyways. The target’s arousal was easy to scent and Wildfire moved in for the kill. She used her tongue to play with the zebra’s marehood.

Coffee Bean lurched forward at the contact and almost inserted her muzzle into Luna. Luna squeaked loudly at the penetration. “Stars and Moon!” the alicorn shouted as she drenched the zebra’s muzzle.

Mapper enjoyed the show Luna put on and moved her hoof back between her legs only to bump into an ass. She looked down and saw that Serenity stared back at her with her muzzle deep in Octavia’s snatch. Mapper mouthed, ‘Naughty Pet’ and could feel her wife smile. She played with Octavia’s ass and moved to her tail hole. The older mare orgasmed under her touch.

Around them the non-herd crowd had started to depart. A few of the diehards continued to perform bad karaoke. Omega had enough stimulus as he watched the others and whispered to Sunshine. The pair departed and received only a half-hearted nod from Mapper as they left.

Luna rolled backwards to lie on her back, “Kusugua yangu kitako na kwato.”

Coffee Bean moved with the roll, but when she head Luna the zebra mare moved her tongue give Luna’s anus her full attention.

Luna moaned, “Yes, just like that.”

Caffeinated gripped the table as he thrusted himself forward with a loud moan. The zebra tried to catch his breath.

Mapper surveyed the room. Sonic and Trials packed the gear and most of the crowd was gone. She saw a few other couples engaged in sexual enjoyment. Mapper fiddled with Octavia’s ass with one hoof while the other stroked her tail.

Sonic and Trails walked up to the table and Trails giggled. Sonic clearly announced, “I’m not doing mop duty tonight.” He walked over to Luna and whispered in her ear, “Enjoy.” He did the same in Caffeinated’s ear. After a kiss to Trails the pair left the building.

Wildfire added Coffee Bean’s breasts to her play time fun. She wasn’t sure how many times the mare had orgasmed, but Mistress did want her to keep at it till she had cummed many times.

As if cued, Thespian, Recital, and Lavender popped back up next to their husbands and gave each one a sloppy kissed filled with their own sperm. The stallions returned the kiss with interest and as one they slid beneath the table and between their wife’s legs.

Serenity felt Octavia cheating as she used a hoof to move her panties to the side for better access. She was naughty herself as she stopped servicing Octavia and let the grey mare have her way.

Luna was immersed in another orgasm, ‘I hope Dusk is having half as much fun as I am.’ She moved a forehoof down to play with her nipples.

Mapper continued to play with Octavia when she noticed Luna’s forehooves had disappeared. She quickly ducked down to look under the table to see what the Princess was up to. “Senior Pet, sensually preen Mistress Luna’s wings. Junior Pet, assist Coffee Bean in bringing Mistress Luna pleasure. She is playing with herself and we cannot have that!” Mapper sat back up with a smile as the two carried out her commands.

Octavia nudged Coffee Bean to plunge her tongue deep into Luna’s anus. Coffee Bean moved a hoof over Lunas clitoral hood and her mouth to the alicorn’s nipples which denied the Princess access. Wildfire is fully invested in breaking Coffee Bean’s concentration as she pleasured the zebra mare.

Thespian gave off a high pitched squeal followed by Recital and Lavender. Expressions of bliss on their muzzles.

Mapper stood and walked around to the front of Luna who was still laid out on her back. She kissed the alicorn. The pink unicorn then kissed up her muzzle and between her eyes till she moved to kiss, lick, and suckle the Princess’ long horn.

“Gaahhh,” Luna gurgled, as further cognitive thought went out the window due to over stimulus.

Mapper watched Luna’s horn glow with magic. She had plenty of experience in giving horn jobs. She added her teeth to the mix and waited for the fireworks.

Octavia removed her tongue from Luna’s tail hole and inserted the tip of her hoof. Her other hoof she pushed into Luna’s slit. Coffee been kept up her hoof work and nipple play. Mapper lapped up the magic as Luna’s horn let loose the desired fireworks. Mapper stated calmly, “Let’s finish her.”

Caffeinated, Trumpet, and Longshore all moved out from under the table and nuzzled their mares. Caffeinated then moved to check on the few other patrons left to watch the show and offered refills.

Octavia pushed deeper with her dexterous hooves. Coffee Bean nibbles hard as she moves from nipple to clit and back. Serenity continued her erotic feather preening. Mapper lit up her horn and rubbed it against Luna’s glowing horn. Luna gasped, “Gonna…I’m…gonna…”

The four mares redoubled their efforts on Luna, while Wildfire continued to bring ecstasy to Coffee Bean. In short order Luna’s full Canterlot voice sounded off, “Sweet Goodness!” Firework shot from her horn as she sprayed the mares at her crotch with her sweet cum.

Mapper held her horn against Luna’s and whispered in her ear, “Shall we continue, Princess?”

“Nggh, you can,” Luna’s breath was heavy, “stop for now, please.”

Mapper kissed Luna’s horn and then she kissed her lips as she helped Luna back up into a sitting position. “Junior Pet to Mistress Luna’s right side. Coffee Bean to her left side. Middle Pet.” Mapper looks around, “Where is Airy and Stormy?” She saw Thespian point to a spot at the table. “Middle Pet to my side.” Mapper walked around to sit opposite Luna. “Senior Pet, complete the preen in a professional manner.”

Octavia quickly moved to sit at Luna’s side. Coffee Bean gave her one last lick before she moved to Luna’s other side. Serenity moved from sensual preening to practical preening to finish the job she started. Wildfire licked her lips as she scrambled from under the table to sit next to Mapper.

Caffeinated thoughtfully delivered a refill of each mares preferred drink as Longshore announced, “Another successful open mic, Caffy.”

Luna still panted heavily as she kissed Octavia and then turned to kiss Coffee Bean. It was then she noticed two mares that stood nearby with wide smiles. Luna released Coffee Bean from her kiss and looked at the mares.

“Can we have your autograph?” one asked.

Luna smiled at the pair, “Certainly you can. Who shall I make it out to?”

First held a menu and pen in her hoof, “To Peppermint, please.”

The second one also held a menu, “Keystone, please.”

Luna took the menus and pen in her magic and wrote the pony’s names along with her signature. “There you go.”

Together the mares let out a fillyish squee, “Thank you Princess!”

Neither of the mares left though, and after an uncomfortable few minutes, Peppermint asks, “Can we have Lady Octavia’s signature too?”

Keystone followed up, “And Lady Serenity’s?”

Mapper gave a slight nod. Octavia hoof signed the two menus while Serenity used her magic to sign her name in turn. Their night well and truly made, the two mares danced like little fillies. “Thank you!” they shouted. Each talked a mile a minute as they left the coffee shop.

“Two more ponies pleased,” Luna said around her wide smile.

Coffee Bean shivered next to Luna and the alicorn looked at her with concern. The zebra looked back at her and said, “Wewe ni kweli Mungu wa farasi.”

Luna smiled, “I’m happy to be so, Coffee Bean.”

Coffee Bean looked away, “Hadithi ya zamani wewe ni haki lakini kali bibi.” She looks back, “That I’m here now makes me wonder. You taste as sweet as my nephew says Mungu wa Usiku.”

Luna kissed Coffee Bean, “Hopefully not so harsh.”

Serenity finished the Princess’ wings and moved around to sit next to Mapper. After the pink unicorn tapped the cup of hot chocolate, Serenity picked it up in her magic to drink.

Coffee Bean continued, “The zebras need a harsh mistress who is fair so that all will know their place yet can hope for more.”

“Should the need arise,” Luna said evenly, “I can be harsh.”

Coffee Bean bowed, “It is an honour to serve you Mun… Luna.”

“I was honoured by your service,” Luna enjoyed the blush that spread across the zebra’s face.

“Junior Pet,” Mapper stated to get her attention, “Stand and present your panties to Mistress Luna for inspection.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Octavia stood and faced away from Luna as she lifted her tail.

Serenity could be heard giggling behind her cup of coco.

Mapper smiled, “It is well known that earth ponies don’t do half measures, right Coffee?” The zebra blushed harder. “I did fear that Senior Pet might drown.”

Luna raised a forehoof to run along the panties wedged deep in her wife, “My Pet is impressive alright.”

Wildfire located her coffee with a wing tip and started to drink.

Luna noticed that Caffeinated, Thespian, Trumpet, and Recital were cleaning up around them, “It appears we made quite the mess.” Mapper waved a hoof as it was not a matter of importance. Her ears flicked far more than would be thought of as normal. Luna knew the herd had some code and she was determined to decipher it.

Mapper lightly laid a hoof on Wildfire’s shoulder, “Middle Pet, please ask nicely for your marefriends to join us.”

Caffeinated stopped by the table and left a wooden cup and a few playing cards.

Wildfire spoke up, “Pretty, Honey, will you join us please?”

Mapper suppressed her laughter and leaned to whisper in Wildfire’s ear, “They are under the table about ten feet past me.”

“Oh…” Wildfire giggled, “Right.” She moved under the table and between the mares in search of her companions.

“Senior Pet,” Mapper questioned, “What would be a fun game to play?”

“Truth or Dare, Mistress,” Serenity quickly answered.

Wildfire soon found the pair with a delicate touch of her wing tips. They laid head to tail, and fast asleep. Wildfire moved from under the table, “Pretty and Honey are asleep Mistress.”

Mapper nodded, “Please wake them Middle Pet and ask them to join us.” She turned to Luna, “That does sound like a fun game Mistress Luna, unless you’d rather do something else?”

Luna shook her head, “Truth and Dare sounds marvellous, Mistress Mapper.”

Wildfire nipped Tempest’s ear with caution. As she stirred she whispered, “Mistress Mapper would like the two of you to join her.”

Tempest whispered back, “Wake Airy while I hold her.”

Wildfire moved and nipped Airmail’s ear and she jerked awake in an instant held by Tempest. Wildfire informed her, “Mistress Mapper would like for you to join her.”

Airmail kissed Wildfire, “We’ll be right there.”

Mapper watched the three mares emerge from under the table. She pointed a hoof at Octavia, “Airy, you’re sitting next to Junior Pet, and Stormy, you are next to Senior Pet.” The two mares took their seats while Wildfire sat next to her. She nodded to Serenity and the unicorn’s horn lit up to distribute the cards. Mapper called them out as they fell, “Ace for the Princess, Duece for me. Trey for the Priestess and four for the Papermare. Five for the Storm, Six for the Singer. Seven for the Blind, and Eight for the Musician.” Mapper used her hoof to upend the cup and an eight sided die fell out. “You roll the die and the number that comes up will say truth or dare. So you may ask a question or issue a challenge. Once done the cup goes to the number rolled. If you roll your own number you must tell us a truth even if we know it, such as, ‘I’m a unicorn.’ Then the cup passes to the left.” Mapper put the die back in the cup and pushed it to Luna. “Pets, you are off duty for the purpose of this game. Feel free to enjoy your drinks.”

Luna took the cup in her hooves and upended it. The dice rolled out and showed a five.

Tempest smiles and raised her chin, “Truth.”

“Very well,” Luna said as she looked at the mare, “What fetish do you really enjoy?”

Tempest smiled, “Warm urine on my fur and face.”

Airmail giggled, “Yeah that’s the truth alright.”

Tempest raddled the cup and spilled out the dice to show one.

“Truth,” Luna announced.

Tempest pouted, “What is your greatest fear?”

Luna responded, “Being sent back to the moon.” She picked up the cup and die and rolled out a two.

Mapper’s response was instant, “Dare.”

Luan snickered from all that had happened over the last two days, “Clean Wildfire’s hoof.”

“Any one in particular?” Mapper asked.

“Your choice,” was Luna’s response.

“Middle Pet, lay on your back please,” Mapper told the mare, and after Wildfire did, she commanded the pegasus, “Present your left rear hoof.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Wildfire stretched her left rear leg towards Mapper. She felt it grasped by a couple of hooves and then a tongue swirled over the surface and under, “Ohhh, yes Mistress.”

Mapper giggled as she worked. After a very careful and sensual cleaning Mapper released the hoof, “You may sit back up Middle Pet, and my commendation on how well you take care of your hooves.” The pink unicorn cast the die and it turned up an eight.

Octavia smiled, “I choose dare.”

“I dare you to put your panties on Luna,” said a very smug Mapper.

Octavia used her hooves to slide the panties off, and then her teeth to hang them from Luna’s wing with a very strong blush on the grey mare’s face.

Mapper laughed, “Ah, the pet likes loopholes, I see.”

Octavia shrugged her shoulders, “You didn’t say where to put them, Mistress.”

Mapper waved a hoof, “Roll the die, pet.”

Octavia cast a three.

“Truth,” Coffee Bean called out.

“Would you service my Mistress’s, sister?” Octavia questioned.

“Without question,” the zebra responded, “any service she desires.”

Coffee Bean picked up the dice cup in her hooves and cast a six.

“Dare,” said Serenity.

“I dare you to lick my nephew’s balls,” challenged Coffee Bean.

Serenity stood up and walked over to where Caffeinated was cleaning.

“Do you all need something?” questioned the zebra.

“Yes,” Serenity said. She pointed a hoof to the coffee bar which was behind the zebra, “What is that over there?” When Caffeinated turned to look, Serenity ducked down and with a very loud and wet slurp she watched the zebra leap forward out of reach. Serenity trotted back to the group, “He tasted like Thespian.”

Luna laughed, “Oh, good one.”

Coffee Bean held her sides as she gasped for laughing so hard.

Serenity rolled a four.

“Dare,” Airmail shot back.

Serenity politely charged Airmail, “Remove Octavia’s bowtie with your teeth.”

Airmail crawled over to Octavia between her hind legs as she reached up to undo the bowtie. She did a terrible job with her mouth as she nibbled all but the bowtie, that sent Octavia into a giggle fit, until she took it off by accident. She dropped the bowtie on the table and took up the dice cup, and tossed the die. “Seven, I rolled your number Wily.”

Wildfire raised her head from her coffee, “Oh, righto then, dare.”

Airmail stared at Mapper, “I dare you to bite Mapper’s nipple hard enough for me to see it in her face.” She watched Mapper’s face go stoic.

“Alrighty,” Wildfire said with a smile. She nosed her way down Mapper’s body till she reached a nipple and bit it hard.

After about five seconds Airmail saw Mapper raise an eyebrow. “Good.” Wildfire sat back up.

Mapper lightly stroked the yellow pegasus’ cheek, and pushed the dice cup in front of her, “It’s your roll.”

Wildfire shook the dice cup and turned it over to let the die spill out.

Mapper watched it stop, “You rolled a seven, you must tell us a truth about yourself.”

“Alrighty,” said Wildfire, “I don’t like tea.”

Octavia muttered, “You and me both.”

Mapper laughed, “It is good that Junior and Middle Pets have something in common to punish them with.” She tossed the die and it turned up a one. Mapper’s grin turned feral.

Luna brushed a speck of dust off her chest as if it were nothing. “Dare.”

Mapper said, “They should be wet and cold by now. Properly put on Octavia’s panties.”

“Is that all?” Luna said off hoofedly. She used her magic to pluck them off her wing and slowly slide them up her legs till snug.

Mapper watched closely to make sure she used no magic to warm them up. “Nice and tight, you look very cute in them.”

“Thank you Mistress Mapper,” Luna took the dice cup and tossed a four.

“Dare me,” responded Airmail.

“Remove these panties with your teeth, please.” Luna sat back and waited.

Airmail wasted no time as she ducked under the table to reappear between Luna’s legs. It took her a lot of nibbles to undo the tail fastener, and then she opened wide taking the whole crotch in her mouth and slowly pulled them down Luna’s legs. Airmail moved back to her spot and dropped the panties next to the bowtie.

“Very well done,” Luna said with a soft sigh.

Airmail rolled a three, and Coffee Bean stuttered, “D-dare.”

Airmail laughed lightly, “I dare you to ask Luna to taste your nectar in your zeban language.”

Coffee Bean’s jaw dropped as she stared at Luna. The alicorn gave a slight tilt of her head. “Je…Je Mungu wa Usiku tafadhali ladha asali yangu?” Luna raised an eyebrow and Coffee Bean cringed.

“Mapper,” Airmail asked, “did she say it?”

Mapper nodded, “Indeed she did.”

Further away Caffeinated busted out with laughter.

Trumpet looked up from nuzzling his wife, “what’s up?”

Caffeinated laughed, “The mares are playing truth or dare.”

Luna took a drink of her coffee and then winked at Coffee Bean.

The zebra mare was able to calm down, and she took the dice cup and tossed a one. Her calm fled.

“Truth,” was Luna’s one-word statement to the mare.

Coffee Bean looked deep into Luna’s eyes, “Je, ndoto mwezi bado kuishi ndani Yako?”

Caffeinated stomped a hoof on the table, “Shangazi!”

Mapper used the silence to translate, “She asked if Nightmare Moon still lived inside Luna.”

Luna struggled with an answer. It was just a game but this Priestess wanted the truth. She answered with a soft voice, “No, Coffee Bean, it does not.”

Coffee Bean couldn’t hold herself back. She took hold of Luna’s shoulders, “Je, kuendelea na kazi yake?”

Caffeinated stood and shouted, “Shangazi, hii si wakati au mahali!”

Luna stiffened under Coffee Bean’s hooves and her smile faded.

Mapper again translated, “She wants to know if Luna will complete Nightmare Moon’s mission.” It left the other ponies around the table stunned.

Luna found her voice, “Caffy is right, this is not the time to answer that.” She took the dice cup and cast the die. It turned up a one.

Coffee Bean let loose of Luna as she sat back down, “Nisamehe, nisamehe.”

“Nothing to forgive,” Luna said as he looked at the die. “Now a truth from me. I’m claustrophobic.”

Mapper kept her face neutral, “An interesting truth, what do you think of that Middle Pet?”

Wildfire was deep in thought at the revelation. Just yesterday Luna watched her as she hanged from the ceiling. Should she be angry that Luna would use her own fear against her? Should she rejoice that Luna was as crippled as her? She missed not having Pretty and Honey on either side of her. She thought of Pretty, and she found calm, “That Luna is claustrophobic? Just that I can sympathize with her.”

Mapper watched Wildfire and then she turned to Airmail and Tempest with a flick of her ears. Both returned a single nod.

Luna passed the dice cup to Coffee Bean, and the zebra acted like it might bite her. “Your roll, Coffee.”

Coffee Bean took up the cup and cast the die with her eyes closed.

“Five,” Tempest spoke, “Truth.”

Coffee Bean opened her eyes with a sigh of relief, “Will you bring the mare’s herd back together?”

“Yes,” stated Tempest, “I would have us united again.”

“Oh, would you now?” asked Mapper.

“Yes, Mapper,” Tempest’s voice was determined, “I would have the five of us under one roof again.” She took up the dice cup and rolled an eight.

“Truth, this time,” Octavia stated.

Tempest’s grin didn’t look at all pleasant, “So, Octavia, have you ever tasted your son’s sperm?”

Octavia reared back, her eyes wide, “Never!”

Tempest once again wore her pleasant smile as she shoved the dice cup over, “Your roll.”

Octavia looked around and saw everyone, even her wife, smiled at her embarrassment. She cast the die, and it came up eight. “Truth, very well, I cannot play the cello as well as I’d like anymore.”

Mapper rolled her eyes, “Is that like saying the sun isn’t as hot as it used to be?”

Octavia passed the cup to her wife, “Maybe.”

Luna rolled the die and it came up three.

Coffee Bean built her resolve, “Dare me!”

Luna looked at the mare and said, “I dare you to slap me.”

Coffee Bean responded instantly as she used her earth pony strength. Luna’s head rocked as the hoof made contact with her jaw. Coffee Bean fell prostrate to the floor, “Mimi kuyapoteza maisha yangu na wewe.” Caffeinated seemed to teleport as he appeared on the other side of Coffee Been.

Mapper was too stunned to translate, Octavia leapt to her hooves. The rest were as stunned as Mapper.

First Luna kissed Octavia and pushed her back down on the pad. She then turned to Coffee Bean and lifted her face in her hooves. She kissed the zebra deeply, “Don’t be silly, none will forfeit their lives today. It is just a game.” Luna let go of the mare and raised a hoof to her cheek. As she casted a heal spell, “Well played, Coffee Bean, well played.”

Coffee Bean regained her seat, “Wewe kucheza mchezo wa hatari”

“Very dangerous indeed,” Mapper muttered.

Coffee Bean took the cup that Luna passed to her and cast the die. It came up three. She hated that die. Tears fall from her eyes, “I’m unworthy to serve as your Priestess, Luna.”

Luna blinked as this simple game seemed to turn dark, “Why?”

“I have questioned you, and felt your anger.” Coffee Bean’s voice is filled with sorrow.

“Nonsense,” Luna waved a hoof, “You didn’t anger me.”

“Even my nephew says I went too far,” Coffee Bean sobbed.

Luna smiled, “Then you are forgiven.”

Coffee Bean shook her head and dropped it back to the floor, “I prayed she still lived within you! Under your power and control. That the spark of her was still alive. The hope for all pony kind. I’m selfish and unworthy.”

Luna’s voice grew stern, “You are not unworthy.”

Coffee Bean cried out, “If she is truly dead then my life is a lie!”

“Coffee Bean,” Luna said softly, “I can’t say if the nightmare is truly dead, but it doesn’t reside here,” Luna held a hoof to her chest, “anymore.”

Coffee Bean lifted her head off the floor, “You are the Goddess of the Night. Nightmare Moon was a pure fire that burned and cleansed. Do you have that fire, Luna?”

Luna nodded, “I have the fire in me.”

The zebra mare sat back up, “Then there is still hope. Will you still have me as Priestess?”

Luna nuzzled Coffee Bean, “Of course, now who’s roll is it?”

Mapper spoke up, “The die has passed to Middle Pet.” The unicorn moved the cup to touch Wildfire’s hoof.

Wildfire up ended the cup.

“Congratulations Middle Pet,” Mapper said after the die stopped rolling, “you have rolled a seven and owe us a truth about yourself.”

Wildfire smiled, “Alrighty, I hum my mum’s favourite song when I’m happy.”

Tempest spoke up, “That was the song you sang at karaoke?”

“Yuppers, it was,” Wildfire nodded.

Mapper gently stroked Wildfire’s cheek with a hoof, “I don’t think you have pretty eyes, Middle Pet. I still think you have beautiful eyes.” The yellow pegasus’ blush was so innocent. Mapper cast the die and it came up five.

“Truth,” Tempest said.

Mapper did an eye roll, “Can’t you live for once?”

Tempest shook her head, “Not with you Mapper.”

“Fine,” Mapper spat out, “Do you love Wildfire as much as you love the three of us?”

“Yes!” Tempest responded, “Yes, I do.”

Wildfire’s blush deepened, “Thanks Mistress.”

Tempest raddled the cup and tossed the die.

Serenity watched the die stop on six, “Dare.”

Tempest pointed a hoof at the unicorn, “I dare you to sing Rapper’s Delight by the Sugarhill Gang.”

Serenity sighed, “Fine. Give me a moment to look it up.” Serenity dropped to her lowest octave and rapped while she danced around the table. Those in the building busted out in laughter at her antics. When she finished, Serenity raspberried Tempest because of her loud hoof clapping. Her toss of the die came up eight. “The die is giving you lots of love, Junior Pet.”

Octavia smiled, “So I see. Very well, dare.”

Serenity giggled, “This may be easy considering your wife. I dare you to deep throat my horn.”

Octavia stood and trotted around the table. She lined up Serenity’s horn and took it in her mouth. She moved down until her lips met flesh. Octavia swallowed once and keep her lips locked around the horn as she dragged her head back.

Serenity did enjoy the sensation, but not once did her horn light up.

“Nicely done, my Pet,” said Luna as Octavia trotted back around the table.

“I will guess,” pointed out Mapper, “that she has had a lot of practice.”

Luna nodded, “It would be a good guess.”

Octavia rolled the die and it came up four.

Airmail stated, “Truth.”

“Tell me,” asked Octavia, “what won’t you do in bed?”

Airmail held a hoof to her chest, “I won’t crap in bed.”

“Thank Celestia,” announced Tempest.

Airmail and Tempest look at each other than at Luna and they both lost it in giggles.

“I’m grateful for that too,” added Wildfire.

“What?” asked Luna. “You thank my sister, but you won’t thank me?”

Airmail rolled the die, while Tempest answered, “It has to deal with crap, and that is more your sister’s line, I think.”

All the ponies at the table to include Luna laughed. When she saw the one that Airmail rolled Luna stated, “Dare.”

“I dare you…no.” Airmail smiled, “I dare you to kiss Thespian.”

Luna looked and saw Thespian behind the coffee bar. She stood and teleported in front of the blue / grey mare. The Princess wrapped her hooves around Thespian’s shoulders and gave her a deep and passionate kiss. After she let go, Luna teleported back to the table.

Thespian shouted out, “Woot!”

Luna smirked, “Thespian is quite a good kisser.” She rolled the die and it came up six.

Serenity responded with, “Dare.”

“Let’s see,” dared Luna, “if you can deep throat my horn.”

Serenity giggled, “Challenge accepted.” She trotted around the table and asked, “Would you kindly lower your head?”

“Certainly,” Luna stated as she did so.

Serenity lightly put her hooves on Luna’s cheeks to do a small adjustment and took the horn in her mouth. She dragged her teeth along the length until her lips pressed against Luna’s head. Serenity then continually swallowed till the horn was out of her mouth. Others watched the light show through Serenity’s cheeks.

Luna’s eyes closed as she gasped and once Serenity let go she whispered, “Oh, my…”

Octavia spoke up as Serenity trotted back around the table, “It is nice to see some pony else do that.”

Mapper clapped her hooves loudly, “Well done Senior Pet, very well done!”

“Yes,” Luna cleared her throat, “well done indeed.” The blush was self-evident on the Princess’ cheeks.

Serenity sat back down, “Very pointy Mistress Luna, and quite delicious!” She rolled the die.

“I’ll have to remember those that can do that,” Luna stated as she nuzzled Octavia.

Coffee Bean whispered a silent prayer as the die turned up a three, “Dare.”

Serenity looked at the zebra and challenged her, “Kiss Octavia in a way that would please your goddess.”

Coffee Bean moved around Luna and swept Octavia off her hooves. She put sixty plus years of experience into the kiss, full of unbridled passion.

As Coffee Bean moved back to her position, Serenity asked a bemused Octavia, “Junior Pet, would that have pleased Mistress Luna?”

“What?” Octavia blinked a few times, “Oh yes!” she nodded vigorously, “Pleased, very pleased.”

Coffee Bean sat down and rolled the die. It came up seven, “Wildfire, choose truth or dare.”

Wildfire sat down her coffee cup, “Truth.”

“What colour were your eyes?” Coffee Bean asked.

Wildfire answered, “They were chestnut brown.”

Coffee Bean slid the dice cup to Wildfire’s hoof, “Mapper is right, you do have beautiful eyes.”

Wildfire blushed. She had heard it enough times now that she started to think it might be true. She up ended the cup.

Mapper smiled at the two, “Dare me, Middle Pet.”

Wildfire giggled. She heard how the two of them play off each other, “I dare you to kiss Caffy.”

“Caffy!” Mapper called out, “Refills please.”

Caffeinated came over with a tray of drinks, “What did they dare you to do, Mapper?”

Mapper waved a hoof, “Finish your job, then come over here, my handsome stallion, and I’ll tell you.”

Caffeinated distributed the cups and moved next to Mapper. She kissed him, tongue and all. The stallion returned the kiss.

Octavia and Luna shouted together, “Whoop!”

He added a light kiss when she moved back. “That was better than some mare sneaking up to lick my balls,” he laughed as Serenity also broke out in giggles.

Mapper took the dice cup and tossed a four.

Airmail responded with, “Dare.”

Mapper smiled, “Dear Airy, I dare you to properly put on Junior Pet’s bowtie and panties.”

Airmail rolled her eyes, “Fiend.” She fumbled putting on the bowtie. After she took a good look at it, Airmail managed to get it on. The panties actually stuck to the table when she pulled them off. “Lovely, the pegasus muttered. She slipped them on and shivered at the cold wetness. Once the tail fastener was snapped Airmail sat back down.

Octavia blushed, “Sorry about the sticky.”

Airmail smiled, “I’ll so get you for this Mapper.”

The pink unicorn waved a dismissive hoof, “Promises, promises.”

Airmail rolled a one and smiled at the goddess, “Actually Octavia, I think the stickiness is because of Luna.”

Luna giggled and looked Airmail in the eye, “Dare me.”

“Very well,” stated Airmail, “I dare you to give any one mare at this table a primary feather.”

Luna unfolded her wings and pulled a primary feather with her teeth. She used her magic to float it over to Airmail. “There you go Airy.”

Airmail took the feather and placed it in her mane, “I’m honoured, and will treasure your gift to me.”

Luna rolled the die and it came up four.

Airmail was still hoofing the feather in her mane when she saw her numbered rolled, “Truth.”

“What is your phobia?” Luna asked.

Airmail answered softly, “Failing a mission.”

Luna nodded as she passed the dice cup.

Airmail rolled a four, and she touched the feather in her mane, “This is the fourth primary feather given to me.” She slid the dice cup to Octavia.

Octavia rolled a six.

Serenity responded with, “Dare.”

“Kiss Wildfire so her wings react,” challenged Octavia.

Serenity stood, “Is magic allowed?”

“If you want,” responded Octavia as she eagerly watched.

Wildfire heard Serenity approach and she wondered what the unicorn would do. Magic was still an unknown factor in her life since all she had experienced was Amethyst Glory’s manipulations. What she didn’t expect was that Serenity stuck her muzzle in her ear.

Serenity kissed Wildfire’s ear lightly and whispered loud enough for all to hear. “I’m going to watch Airmail and Tempest hoof you till you cum, and then watch you lick the cum from their hooves.”

“W-what?” Wildfire’s wing sprang open with a loud ‘flumph’ very ridged. “Ohhhhh,” the diminutive pegasus blushed at her wingboner.

Serenity kissed her ear again, “I’ll try to make this up for you later, Junior Pet.” She returned to her seat, “You didn’t say anything about kissing the lips.”

“That’s okay,” responded Octavia, “That was very nice.”

Mapper laughed as she sat back up having ducked to keep her head after Wildfire’s wing flared wide. She stroked the yellow primaries and said to Serenity, “Yes Senior Pet, you will need to make that up later.”

Octavia added, “You should be very proud of those wings, Wildfire.”

Serenity cast the die and it turned up one, “Oh, this is my night!”

Wildfire struggled to regain control of her wings as she sipped her coffee.

Luna took a sip of her drink before she answered with a smile, “Truth.”

Serenity pouted, “Do we here bring you joy and happiness?”

Luna giggled at the pout, “Would Senior Pet have desired I said dare? Yes, I have found both joy and happiness with the herd.”

Serenity nodded and pushed the dice cup to Luna in her magic.

Luna rolled an eight.

“Dare, Mistress,” Octavia stated.

“I dare you to drink a cup of tea of my choosing.” Luna’s smile widened with the grimace on her wife’s face.

“Any particular tea, Mistress Luna?” Mapper asked.

Luna still watched her wife, “Earl Grey please.”

“Caffy,” Mapper called out, “One Early Grey, straight up please.”

Caffienated soon arrived with the tea, “That is an unusual request from you Mapper.”

“It is for Junior Pet,” Mapper pointed a hoof at Octavia, “She has had a change of heart.”

Caffeinated sat the tea in front of the grey mare and returned to cleaning.

Octavia finally took her eyes off Luna and looked at the horrid cup in front of her.

Airmail nudged Octavia, “Best to not let it get cold.”

Octavia grumbled, “Fine.” She took a sip, “I don’t know how Dusk can stand this stuff.” She took another sip before she rolled the die.

Mapper saw the cast turned up a two. “The peanut gallery will remain silent. I grant you a truth.”

Both Airmail’s and Tempest’s jaws dropped.

“What is your greatest achievement?” Octavia asked.

Mapper smiled, “Getting a pony to use their safe word. You were my latest greatest achievement.” She noticed her wife shake her head. “Alas my truth detector went off.” Mapper turned her attention to Airmail. “Finding love.”

“Awww,” purred Wildfire as she wondered with whom it was.

Mapper leaned across the table and Airmail met her half way with a kiss, “Thank you, Airmail.”

That caught Wildfire’s attention. ‘Mapper found love with Pretty? Is that why Pretty wants the herd back together?’ Wildfire drank her coffee as she tried to take it all in.

Mapper sat back down, “Getting you to use your safe word was one of many highlights in my life though.”

Octavia nodded as she drank her hated tea.

Mapper rolled a five.

“Truth,” announced Tempest.

Mapper sighed, “What is your favourite cloud type?”

“Nimbostratus,” answered Tempest.

“You always did love to rain on someone’s parade,” Mapper said as she passed the dice cup.

“It is my thing,” responded Tempest. She cast the die and it turned up four.

“Dare me, love,” Airmail stated.

Tempest giggled, “I dare you to take off those panties and stuff them in your mouth to suck on until your number is rolled again.”

“Oh,” Luna stated with amusement. “That is harsh, Stormy.”

“By Luna’s mane you just made me get them wetter!” Airmail announced as she worked the tail fastener.

Luna laughed at her name being invoked for such a reason.

Airmail worked the panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. She frowned a bit, “Not as tasty as I hoped.”

Tempest laughed as she padded the dice cup to her companion, “I do like to indulge you now and again.”

Airmail rolled a two.

“Dare,” stated Mapper.

Airmail thoughtfully chewed the panties, around the mouthful of cloth she said, “I dare you to kiss me with tongue.”

Octavia finished her tea and quickly drank her cooling coffee to get the taste out of her mouth.

Mapper stood up, “What, that kiss we just had, wasn’t enough?” She saw Airmail shake her head as she walked around the table. Mapper gave the pegasus a deep kiss while she did a tonsil check. Mapper came back up for air and returned to her seat where she immediately drank some of her mocha, “Yeah, that tasted terrible.” She rolled a six.

“Dare me, Mistress,” Serenity stated.

“I dare you to braid Mistress Luna’s mane.” Mapper challenged.

Serenity’s eyes went wide, but she nodded. The mare stood and walked behind Luna. “With your permission, Mistress Luna.”

“Of course,” commented Luna, “Please make it look pretty.”

Serenity used her hooves and magic to make a nice Prench Braid. She commented as she worked, “Your mane is full of beauty. It is almost a crime to tie it down.” She finished the braid when she plucked a burgundy hair from her mane to tie off the end. She returned to her seat.

Octavia reached out with a hoof to touch the braid, “It looks lovely, Mistress.”

The others around the table nod in agreement.

Luna kissed her wife, “A wonderful job Senior Pet, you must do this again.”

Serenity failed to hide her blush as she rolled the die. It turned up a three.

Coffee Bean had regained her confidence, “Dare.”

“This should be easy,” Serenity led off, “Kiss Mistress Luna like you kissed Junior Pet.”

Coffee Bean smiled as she looked at Luna, “Mungu wa Usiku naomba busu wewe?”

Luna smiled back, “Of course you may kiss me, Coffee.”

Coffee Bean felt she didn’t put enough passion in her kiss to Octavia, and doubled down on her effort with Luna. Caffeinated along with the rest in the building cheered Coffee Bean on. All of Coffee Bean’s hopes and dreams were poured into the kiss.

Octavia barely ducked in time as Luna’s wings shot out. The cheers grew louder at the sight of Luna’s wing boner. Coffee Bean came up for air, “Ninakupenda Zaidi kuliko mimi upendo maisha yenyewe.”

“Sweet Goddess,” Luna purred, “That hasn’t happened for some time.” Luna tried to regroup from the kiss, “I accept your love, but ask that you keep your life.”

Caffeinated nuzzled his aunt, “Umefanya pudamilia kiburi.” He checked for refills and returned to the coffee bar.

Luna also nuzzled Coffee Bean, “You have indeed done the zebra proud.”

Coffee Bean’s white fur cannot hide her blush. She rolled an eight.

Octavia petted the erect wing of her wife, “Truth, please.”

Coffee Bean asked, “Will you protect the Goddess of the Night till your final breath?”

“Most certainly I will,” Octavia announced.

“It is good to know she has such fierce protectors,” Coffee Bean said with a smile as Caffeinated distributed the refills.

“Always,” Octavia added as she took the dice cup. She rolled a seven. “Truth or Dare Middle Pet.”

Wildfire sipped from her fresh cup, “Truth.”

“Alright then.” Octavia asked, “What is your greatest fear?”

Wildfire dropped her cup only to have it saved by the hazel magic of Serenity. “I…ah…well…”

Mapper stroked Wildfire’s cheek softly with a hoof, “Answer, Middle Pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Wildfire collected herself, “It’s okay, I’m fine.” She took another deep breath, “Actually it’s being shut away in a box and left alone.”

Mapper kissed Wildfire, “Your coffee is safe in front of you Middle Pet.” She pushed the dice cup to Wildfire’s hoof, “It’s your roll.”

“I’m sorry, Wildfire,” Octavia commented.

“Why?” asked Mapper, “It is good to know the other pets so you can better serve them.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Wildfire whispered as she tossed the die.

“My turn,” announced Tempest, “Dare me, Wildfire.”

Wildfire giggled, “I dare you to kiss my hoof.” She held a forehoof up.

Tempest walked around and planted a kiss on Wildfire’s hoof with an added sucking noise.

Wildfire giggled like a little filly.

Tempest returned to her seat and cast the die.

Luna looked at the one that turned up, “Here we go. Dare, Stormy.”

Tempest laughed, “I dare you to kiss Coffee Bean as well as she kissed you.”

Coffee Bean’s eyes went wide.

“May I,” Luna asked the zebra mare.

“Watch yourself, Junior Pet, she might take your head off this time.” Mapper suggested around her laughter.

Coffee Bean nodded.

Luna took hold of Coffee Bean’s cheeks and her horn lit up. She flapped her wings to rise to the ceiling with Coffee Bean held in her magic. She delivered a very passionate deep kiss and with her magic sent tingles through the mare’s fur. Luna felt the hopes and dreams of her Priestess, but she felt the added emotion of unconditional love. The alciorn wrapped her tail around the zebra’s tail before she lowered them both down to the floor. “You are truly worthy, my Priestess.” Luna untangled her tail as they each took their seat.

Coffee Bean stared into Luna’s eyes, “Mimi ni ngao yako msichana.”

Mapper smiled as she translated, “She has declared herself to be Mistress Luna’s shield maiden.”

“I am honoured,” Luna responded. She took the die and cast an eight.

Octavia looked back at her loving wife, “Dare, Mistress.”

“Kiss all of Airy’s primary feathers,” ordered Luna.

Airmail unfolded her wings, “Get ta kiss’n”

Octavia moved around behind Airmail and kissed her way through the primaries on one wing. She repeated that on the other wing with an added nip of the last feather. Octavia returned to her seat.

Airmail looked at her, “You forgot one.” She pointed to the feather in her mane.

“You’re quite right!” Octavia reverently kissed the dark blue feather. She then cast the die and it turned up four.

“Dare me, Tavi,” Airmail said around the cloth.

Octavia nodded to her wife, “I dare you to kiss Mistress Luna’s primary feathers.”

“So not fair!” Airmail announced as she moved behind Luna’s spread wings.

“Kiss only Airy!” Tempest reminded her. “We don’t have all night for you to get lost in her wings.”

It was a Herculean effort on Airmail’s part to only kiss each primary feather. The desire to preen burned within her. Airmail was shivering when she finished. “That was the hardest dare I’ve ever done.” She sat back down and rolled the die to show a five.

“Truth for you, love,” Tempest stated.

“Do you want to share in raising a foal?” Airmail asked with the panties still in her mouth.

Wildfire’s ears perked up at the question. She had talked about a foal earlier with Pretty and Honey, but now she would hear it again from the mares she loved.

“Yes, I do want to share in the raising of a foal,” answered Tempest, “and show the foal what it is to be in a loving herd.”

Airmail and Tempest both turn to look at Wildfire. They said nothing but each smiled at the huge smile on their companion’s face.

Tempest picks up the dice cup and roles an eight.

“Dare,” Octavia stated.

“I see that Airmail didn’t take those panties out of her mouth when her number came up,” Tempest observed, “I dare you to put them on properly, Octavia.”

With a guilty look, the panties slid from Airmail’s mouth.

“As you wish,” Octavia replied to the dare, “I was hoping to take them from your mouth.”

Airmail snatched the panties from the table and stuffed them in her mouth. The ponies around her busted out laughing.

Octavia put her hooves around Airmails shoulder and gave her a lusty kiss. She wrapped her tongue around the panties and met a bit of resistance as she pulled them out, but not enough to tear the cloth. The grey mare then slowly slid the soaked cloth up her hind legs and sat back down.

“She makes a lovely squishing sound when she sits,” Mapper pointed out.

Luna giggled, and stroked Octavia’s mane, “She is lovely.”

Octavia smiled at the complement and rolled a two.

“Dare me if you dare, Junior Pet,” Mapper said with her nose high.

Octavia sat back and spread her hind legs, “I dare you to lick the crotch of these panties.”

Mapper laughed and dove under the table. Her head soon appeared between Octavia’s legs. Mapper pushed her muzzle against the crotch and her tongue pushed the panties deeper between her labia lips. The mare she worked on moaned and it was music to Mapper’s ears. Satisfied she could no longer see the crotch of the panties Mapper rested her head between Octavia’s breasts. “No adjustments to your panties, Junior Pet, unless you lose them in a dare.”

Octavia still shivered from the sensations, “Yes, Mistress.”

Mapper moved back under the table to her spot and rolled a six.

Serenity looked Mapper in the eye, “Truth, Mistress.”

Mapper returned the look for a few moments, “Do you wish to bear a foal, Senior Pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” responded Serenity, “It is my greatest desire after you.”

Wildfire’s ears perked up as she listened to the talk about foals.

“Airmail,” Mapper called out as she turned away from Serenity. “There is a three level, four bedrooms for sale near my place. We could have two bedrooms combined into one. The other can be an office and play room. Plenty of storage space on the lower level.”

“I will look into it Mapper,” Responded Airmail, “Move in mid to late June good?”

Mapper nodded as she passed the dice cup to Serenity.

Wildfire went back to her coffee happy that her dream was one step closer to becoming reality.

Serenity rolled a three.

“Truth,” responded Coffee Bean.

“Why have you not sought to join your nephew’s herd,” Serenity asked.

“It is complicated,” Coffee Bean began, “My duty is to the goddess first, and the tribe second.” She shivered when Luna lightly brushed her with a wing tip. “Caffy is devoted to the tribe, but he has chosen to live outside the tribe. Such a choice I will not make. To join my nephew’s herd would bring disharmony.”

“Thank you, I understand,” Serenity said as she passed the dice cup.

Coffee Bean rolled a seven. “Truth or dare, Wildfire,” she asked.

Wildfire lifted her head, “Alrighty, truth please.”

Coffee Bean asked, “Do you love Mapper from obedience or from your heart?”

“I love her from my heart, and that’s why I obey her.”

Mapper looked at Wildfire and didn’t see Serenity nod, but her face went from neutral to a smile. “Your roll Middle Pet,” she said as she slid the dice cup to Wildfire’s hoof.

Airmail responded to the tossed die when it showed a four, “Truth, Wily.”

Wildfire thought for a moment. It seemed that everything was going too well. In need for confirmation she asked, “Alrighty, will you be an aunt when I have my filly?”

Airmail responded, “I do not believe I’ll ever be a mother, but I would be deeply honoured to by your filly’s aunt and to love her as my own.”

Wildfire sniffled as that was as close as she could get to crying. “Thank you Pretty.”

Airmail rolled a one and Luna responded with, “Dare me please, Airmail.”

Airmail smiled, “I dare you to kiss Wildfire’s belly over the womb with your blessing for a healthy foal, and that it be the pegasus filly her heart desires.”

“That would be my pleasure.” Luna moved around the table and laid next to Wildfire. She kissed her belly fur and said a quiet prayer.

Coffee Bean whispered, “Mungu wa Usiku itafanyika.”

As Luna returned to her spot at the table, Mapper spoke up, “It is within her power.”

Wildfire put a forehoof over her belly in near disbelief. “Thank you,” she murmured, “Thank you all.”

Mapper choose to ignore Wildfire’s informal term of address, and instead lightly stroked her cheek.

Luna rolled a four and Airmail laughed, “Dare me back, Goddess of the Night.”

“I would see the filly’s aunt bless her well being too.”

Airmail stood, “I will, but I doubt my blessing holds any power, but it is real.”

As Airmail moved around the table Wildfire was stunned. It was so hard to believe that so many truly cared about her, and her future foal. “I know Pretty, and I love you.”

Airmail laid next to Wildfire like Luna did, and pulled the feather from her mane. She laid it over Wildfire’s belly and kissed the feather. “I pray that your hopes and dreams are fulfilled, and that we are a herd united.”

“Thank you,” Wildfire whispered.

Airmail returned the feather to her mane as she walked around the table. “Well that was something beautiful.” She rolled an eight and laughed, “Need help with that wedgie?”

Octavia shook her head, “Truth, if you please.”

Airmail looked over at Luna, “What is it in Luna that you love?”

Octavia looked at her wife, “An easy answer would be everything, but what I love the most is her sense of humour. The side of her most rarely get to see.”

Airmail nodded while Octavia rolled a five.

“Truth,” stated Tempest.

“You say you want a herd united with two desiring foals. Are you ready for all that will entail?”

Tempest giggled, “I’m the morning mare in the herd so early duty will be a pleasure for me. The herd sleeps as one so the foals will never be far from caring and love. What is sleepless nights compared to that?” Tempest giggled some more, “Of course both Airy and Maps can sleep through one of my thunderstorms.” Tempest took the dice cup and rolled a two.

“Dare me,” Mapper stated.

“I dare you,” Tempest said as she pointed a hoof at the unicorn, “to reveal what is under your gown.”

“Well played, Stormy.” Mapper nodded to Serenity and her horn lit up to quickly remove Mapper’s gown. Underneath was a rope harness just like Serenity’s only she had no panties on.

“Well,” said a surprised Tempest, “I really thought you’d have a corset on.”

Mapper took the dice cup and tossed a one. “We are back to where we started, shall we call it a night after this?”

“Indeed we shall,” said Luna, “I grant you a truth, Mapper.”

Mapper waved her hoof, “You share the rule of all of Equestria. You are an all-powerful alicorn. Why are you here?”

Luna blinked a few times to collect herself, “Even all powerful alicorns need to relax and enjoy themselves, and I like to relax amongst friends.”

Serenity smiled as Mapper climbed onto the table to give Luna a kiss. “Now that is a good answer.”

Luna kissed back, “So glad you approve Mistress Mapper.”

Mapper gave another kiss, “Friend?”

Luna returned the kiss, “Friend.”

Airmail chimed in, “Get a room.”

“Excellent idea Airy,” Mapper climbed back off the table. “Senior Pet, assist Middle Pet in getting the cello strapped on. We will see you at Caffy’s place, as soon as we can.”