Dinner itself later that Saturday afternoon was a largely uneventful, albeit a rather crowded affair with sixteen ponies all amassed around the very large dining room table in the old farmhouse. Rye and Bluesky sat at the head, with Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire sat on their left. Opposite them were Airmail’s oldest brother Grain and his wife Hayseed along with River sat next to her. Next to them were sat Ocean, the earth pony fishermare from the whaling tour and her husband, Airmail’s other brother Sundown and their foals Sunrise, Sand Dune and Seashell. Lastly on the left were the new arrivals Silver Cloud, the heavily pregnant pegasus and Airmail’s brother in law Icicle and their colt Sky Dive.

“Silver Cloud wants everypony to feel her foal kicking!” Bluesky called out once the last plate had been cleared of the summer vegetable salad she had served up. “She’s due in four weeks.”

The very large, very round slate grey pegasus mare sat on her sister’s right smiled out at her assembled family. “Another colt, so we'll need to try for another, right love?”

Icicle, the fittingly ice blue stallion grinned and nuzzled his wife while Rye got up to serve up the after dinner drinks to the table. “Sure we will.”

Wildfire smiled when she felt a steaming hot coffee mug placed next to her left forehoof. “Oh, you want a filly as well, huh?”

Icicle laughed out loud at that. “She wants as many as her mom!”

Silver Cloud chuckled as the table full of ponies all lined up to have a feel of her swollen belly – Rye and Bluesky using this distraction to supply fresh drinks to everypony’s setting – and she thought of the five her mother had. “It would be nice but I'm not going to worry over it.”

Awaiting her turn, Wildfire stepped up to the slate grey mare and leant in to rest the side of her head against Silver's belly, almost nuzzling the unborn colt, something that made her giggle when she received a very healthy kick. Mostly because she imagined it was her in Silver’s place. “I'm happy with one filly, I think.”

Silver gently stroked Wildfire’s black mane. “Airy says you and Serenity each want a foal.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire replied as the other members of the large extended family sat back down at the large dining table. “I’ve been dreaming about it since like, forever. Serenity's looking forward to it too.”

Bluesky took a sip of her coffee and smiled, “the more the merrier, I say.”

Ocean shared a knowing look with her husband, Sundown and snickered at her mother-in-law. “Well, I'm happy with three.”

Silver Cloud giggled over at her cobalt blue sister-in-law, “Raindrop isn’t far away from having about another one, Ocean.”

Sat next to his farmer mother, River grinned a satisfied grin. “I have life easy being the only colt.”

“I'll feel how I get on with one before I think another,” Wildfire smiled as she felt for her seating pad and sat back down.

“Yeah,” Sand Dune groused with an adorable little pout to his older sister Seashell and younger sister Sunrise, “you don't have two sisters who want to play dress up all the time.”

Wildfire giggled at that as she drained her black coffee with its two black sugars. “Aww, Sandy, dress up isn't that bad. You handled that boat just fine I'm sure you can handle a little dress up too.” She smiled, and with nothing else to bring up, the conversation at dinner was light to catch Airmail, Tempest and herself up on what has been happening.

When there seemed to be a natural lull in the many and varied conversations around the table, Bluesky nudged her husband in his ribs with her forehoof. “If you would serve the chocolate mousse please, love, while I serve some others.” The old pale blue milk mare got up from her seating pad and walked over to her milking station in the corner. “Sunrise, bring your cousin Sky Dive over here to help grandma with her milk,” she said as she got comfortable on her cushion.

To Wildfire, Airmail leant in and whispered loudly, “It was a lot easier when I only had four siblings to deal with.”

Wildfire couldn’t help but giggle, “I bet.”

Once the cobalt blue filly Sunrise and the mid grey colt Sky Dive had both drunk their fill from Bluesky’s heavy milk swollen teats, the old pegasus called out, “Sand Dune and Seashell, you're next.”

“There go my grandfoals,” Rye chuckled as he set down the chocolate mousse on the table and watched the brother and sister trot on up to their grandmother, “drinking up all the profits.”

“You want your turn, Airy?” Wildfire asked amid gales of laughter from the other adults at Rye’s comment.

“I'm glad I got a turn this morning.” Airmail said, smiling and nuzzling her little lover’s cheek. “It goes youngest to oldest. At least Dad has daily access.”

After Sand Dune and Seashell had finished, Bluesky called over River for his turn, and she announced that Wildfire could join the sixteen year old colt at her milky teats. “Yay!” Wildfire trotted over eagerly for a drink when she heard her name. The blind mare felt around the engorged right teat with her hoof and she judged the old mare still had a good quart left in that right teat. After a few moments, Wildfire finished up her drink and licked her lips. “That was yummers!”

“Thank you, Wildfire. I owe it all to Rye's fine foods.” Bluesky reached up and nuzzled Wildfire’s neck as she stood up to make room for the others. “Sundown and Ocean, you’re next.”

“Don't worry Airy,” Wildfire giggled when she got back to her seating pad next to Airmail, “when I've got Fireflight you can have all the milk you like.”

“Mmm!” Airmail really had to struggle to keep her wings under control at that thought. “I love you too, Wily.”

As Bluesky called over Grain and Hayseed to take their turns on her teats, Wildfire nuzzled her older marefriend’s cheek and gave the azure blue mare a hug. “I'm sure Fireflight will share with her auntie Airy.”

“Icicle and Tempest, you're up.” Bluesky called out five minutes later when Airmail’s brother and his wife had drunk their fill.

“Of course,” Wildfire said when she heard Tempest give a ‘woot!’ of cheerful joy, “you might have to kick Stormy out the way first.”

Airmail shook her head, “Stormy is just being polite, she isn't into milk like me.”

“Okay Airmail,” Bluesky grinned finally when Tempest and Icicle were both finished, “you and Silver Cloud can have your turns now.”

Almost instantly, Airmail was up on her hooves, only sparing a fraction of a second to kiss Wildfire’s lips. “I promise, the next one will be milky.”

“That filly does love her momma's milk.” Tempest purred into Wildfire’s right ear.

“Hmm, y'know, I had gathered?” Wildfire giggled, waiting patiently for the three mares to return to the table before indulging in her mousse. “Hey Honey, do you think I can do exercises in our lake back home like I did earlier?”

“Of course you can,” Tempest nodded in agreement like it was a non-question. “It does have a swimming side. But! Please take one of us with you though, just in case you get tired in the water.”

“That was a good idea to do that.” Wildfire smiled determinedly, “next time I'm going to do more than two measly lengths!”

Tempest shook her head with a faux sigh while Airmail sated her milk fetish on her mother’s teat. “One length of the lake at home is worth four lengths of the pond here.”

“So?” Wildfire said defiantly, “I can do it, I will do it. You just watch me.”

Tempest couldn’t help but smile proudly at her diminutive lover’s determination. As she did so she planted an affectionate kiss to her lips. “I know you can, and I will watch.”

“Thanks mom,” Airmail nuzzled her mother before turning to her heavily pregnant sister. “You can finish her off, Silver, since you're the one who’s expecting.”

“You’ll see, I'm gonna own that lake by the time I'm done…” Wildfire returned the kiss to Tempest sat next to her. “Besides, one day I want that race without a head start.” Now, she knew that was a pretty long shot, but it was a goal she was determined to reach. Maybe.

“She be gun'n for you, Stormy.” Airmail affected a corny cowpony accent straight from a Ponywood western, which just made everypony there laugh again.

“Oh come on,” Wildfire laughed, “I doubt I'm ever going to win, but it doesn't mean I'm not going to try.”

“As they say in the big leagues,” Tempest smiled, putting all her limited sports knowledge to its full use, “Bring it!”

“I intend to, Honey.”

“Good,” Tempest snorted out a laugh as they all started to demolish their respective chocolate mousse’s, “Since Airy's idea of wing exercise involves the TV and a remote.”

Wildfire could literally see and hear Airmail roll her pretty brown eyes and she giggled, “you aren't gonna get me doing wing ups, are you?”

“They are standard training, but no, I'm not going to make you do anything.” Tempest sighed and emphasised the ‘make’. “You are of course free to copy what I do.”

“I do want to do as much as I can,” Wildfire countered after she swallowed a mouthful of mousse, “I start work soon.” With that said, she didn’t want to be the weakest flyer in the fire department.

“We will focus on endurance.” Tempest stated firmly but gently at the same time. “Moving clouds from the weather factory to a fire will be a lot of flying. If you do it fast enough you can rest on a cloud till the fire crew takes it.”

“Hmm, that sounds like a plan Honey,” Wildfire smiled, “I don't want to drop from exhaustion in mid blaze. That'd be so embarrassing.”

“Just know your limits,” Airmail put in, “but you figured that out at Canterlot.”

“I did Pretty,” Wildfire giggled loudly, “don't plummet down the side of a mountain unless you're sure you can fly back up.”

“Okay!” Rye declared after the old earth pony saw that all the bowls of chocolate mousses were sitting empty on the dining table, “who wants to play Charades?”

“Oooh, Charades sounds like fun!” Wildfire squeaked, and in short order each family teamed up together to make five teams. During the game, Airmail and Tempest both whispered what the pony whose turn it was, was doing. Everypony had at least one turn giving, and Wildfire’s phrase was 'Winter Wrap-up', which was in itself hilarious to watch her try and perform. After the game of Charades there was an action adventure movie, 'Romancing the Stone’, complete with bowls of popcorn and drinks from soft to hard cider. Amazingly, after the movie some of the young ones were still awake.

“River,” Bluesky spoke up to the sixteen year old earth pony colt as Rye put the movie back on the DVD shelf, “please get the young’ns off to bed.”

River grunted a little as he stood up from where he had been laid on the floor, little bits of popcorn dropping from his turquoise coat. “Okay grandma Blue.”

Sand Dune however crossed his forehooves over his cobalt blue chest and pouted. “I don't wanna go to bed.”

Sundown grinned at his colt’s stubbornness. “And why is that?”

“I wanna see what you all do.” Sand Dune replied, plus he was eight! He was practically an adult! He should be allowed to stay up.

Ocean smiled good naturedly and swept up Sand Dune in her forehooves. “You know we don't do anything until you go to sleep.”

Sand Dune however was not going to be placated with motherly hugs and a belly rub. He was determined. “I'm going to stay up this time.”

Sundown could see this was headed all the way to a stand down argument and he decided to head it off at the pass, so to speak. “Off to bed with you, and if you're still awake when we get there you can watch all you want.”

“Okay, dad!” Nuzzling his mother and father, Sand Dune slid off of his mother’s lap and followed behind as Seashell carried her little sister Sunrise and River carried Sky Dive up the creaking wooden stairs to the large farmhouse bedrooms.

Wildfire simply giggled at the familial exchange, “I'm sure I have all this to come.”

Bluesky laughed and nudged Airmail’s barrel with the elbow of her foreleg. “Curiosity of foals, right Airy?”

Airmail blushed a very intense blush but she didn’t look away from her teasing mother. “It was only because I was watching that Rye finally did it right and got you Raindrop.” She said proudly.

Wildfire nuzzled her larger azure blue lover. “There’s nothing wrong with being curious, Ms. Bluesky.”

“Nope,” Tempest agreed as the foals were taken up the stairs out of sight. “They’ve got to learn sooner than later.”

Wildfire let out a snigger, “I learnt pretty quick not to look under Dusk's bed!”

Airmail rolled her brown eyes and playfully dug her hoof into Wildfire’s ribs. “You could have told me that when I had a chance to look, Wily!”

Wildfire giggled as she was ‘chastised’ by Airmail and now Tempest’s tickling hooves wandering about her body. “I'm…teehee! I’m haha…I’m sure hehehe…he's got rid of the magazines by now, and besides, I was busy that night.”

“Did he have more Playfilly than Playcolts?” Tempest asked, licking her hot wet tongue up Wildfire’s ear.

“Y-Yuppers…” Wildfire breathed when her giggles died away, “a lot more.” Airmail and Tempest both giggled and bumped their hooves together in triumph. “And they were the tame ones, too.”

“Pfft,” Airmail scoffed dismissively, “no fun in that.”

Bluesky got up and nuzzled Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire in turn. “You three bunking with us, or do you want a private spot?”

“Oh,” Wildfire hadn’t really considered that, at all. “I'm easy.”

“We thought you would be, being herd,” Rye said as he stood up as well and stretched his old legs, “but it’s always polite to ask first.”

“Aw, Airy your dad's such a gentlecolt,” Wildfire giggled from behind her hoof.

“Yes, he is.” Airmail replied as her old dad took a low bow, “Mom doesn't complain either.”

“Be careful Stormy,” Wildfire said with a grin, “he'll take the title of 'nicest stallion I know' at this rate.”

Tempest raised her eyebrow and purred in the blind mare’s ear, “I'll be sure to tell Caffy that.”

Wildfire blushed, “I meant nicest stallion in Vanhoover.”

“Of course you did,” Airmail deadpanned beside her little lover.

“That's my excuse.” Wildfire stated, still blushing, “And I'm sticking to it.”

“Well,” Bluesky announced after another round of nuzzles, this time to everypony still in the living room of the farmhouse, “I'm for bed then. The rest of you can follow as you will.” With that, Rye and Bluesky both left the living room and took themselves up the creaky stairs to their bedroom.

“I think,” Wildfire said as she leant back on her seating pad and nuzzled into Tempest and Airmail’s flanks nestled either side of her, “That this has been one of the best days ever.”

“This isn't my best day with you.” Airmail spoke up almost straightaway.

“No, Pretty?”

“My best day with you was when I found a certain somepony sat in a coffee shop.”

Wildfire laughed at that, the memory of that day nine days ago now flooding back like a welcome balm. “Yuppers, that was a pretty sweet day.” The blind mare nestled ever deeper amid her azure blue and violet cuddle pillows. “That really was the best day ever. I’d say this day ranks in the top three.”

Tempest snickered, “Sounds like another challenge for me in Trottingham.”

Silver Cloud looked up from her willing Icicle shaped pillow. “On that I hope we can rate a tie.”

“I dunno,” Wildfire grinned, “I’ve taken care of so many firsts today, you'll have to go some, Honey.”

“Wily,” Tempest was so content even her anger didn’t flash up at that, “as long as the three of us are having fun, I'm good.”

“No two mares I’d rather have fun with, Stormy.” Wildfire replied with a satisfied smile. Following that, the conversation amongst the nine adult ponies all laid up in the comfortable living room seemed to revolve around Wildfire and the big herd. Silver Cloud, Icicle, Grain, Hayseed, Ocean and Sundown all wanted to know how everypony in the Manehatten herd was doing, and especially they wanted to know more about the newest herd member Wildfire.

“Do you play those games in Caffeinated's Dungeon?” Silver Cloud asked after ten or so minutes of Airmail and Wildfire telling them all she had been hired by the Manehatten Fire Department.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire answered as she turned her head to Silver Cloud’s direction, “I'm into that.”

That got Grain’s attention, and his ears perked up almost vertical, causing Hayseed to playfully tug the back of his neck to pull him back down. “So, how kinky?”

“Let’s feel,” Wildfire smiled at the caramel brown earth pony farmer, “I'm Mapper’s Pet, I like being tied up, hoofcuffed, whipped and spanked, I like watersports and I really love licking hooves.”

Sundown snickered, throwing a wink at Tempest. “So, Tempest has found somepony to share her kink with.”

Silver Cloud looked over at her older sister. “You brought your toys, Airy?”

Airmail nodded, “Just like always.”

“Stormy's kink is awesome, oh!” Wildfire gasped as a thought struck her. “And, I really like being hoofed, too!”

All the three siblings and their respective partners laughed long and hard at that. All of them were well aware of how Airmail felt about hooves. “I've gotten better,” Airmail glowered at their laughing faces and blushed bright red. “well, a little…a bit…maybe.”

Leaning up, Wildfire affectionately nuzzled Airmail’s glowing cheek. “Aww c'mon Airy, you're sweet at it!”

Grain snorted out a laugh before he could stop himself, “What, Ms. Prissy Hooves?” He then let out a pained ‘hey!’ when Hayseed swatted the back of his head with her hoof.

“Yuppers.” Wildfire nodded eagerly, “we had a ‘moment’ the other day, but Airy's really good at hoofing me…” she thought it best at that point to gloss over the whole running in phobic fear to the bathroom and douching herself and then the tears and the hugging that had been the whole failed hoofing incident. Still, it had ended rather well, all things considered.

Now Ocean perked up beside Sundown. “You do know a demo is now required, right?”

“I'm game,” Wildfire replied, “are you, Pretty?”

“What,” Airmail retorted, “Once a day isn't enough?”

“Once?” Silver Cloud asked, immediately picking up on the interplay between Airmail and Wildfire.

“Airy hoofed her in the pond.” Tempest explained baldly.

“Hey,” Grain wailed, “I swim in that pond!” Hayseed just rolled over laughing, clutching her sides as she shook with mirth.

“If I have a chance to have your hoof in me again,” Wildfire stated unashamedly, “I'm taking it, and your hoof.”

For the millionth time that day, Airmail rolled her brown eyes. This time loud enough for Wildfire to hear. “I'm rather attached to my hoof at the moment.”

Silver Cloud then asked, as she’d heard his name mentioned a couple of times now, “How well do you know Prince Dusk, Wildfire?”

“Dusky's my best friend,” Wildfire answered easily with a smile, “and I'm pretty sure I'm his, too. I’ve known him since we started high school years back and we were friends all through university. We um, we kinda lost contact for the last few years though after my accident.” Again, she thought a gentle skirting of the issue was in order, rather than go into all the details of Helping Hooves care home right now.

Icicle leant forward, “The facial scaring over eyes is pretty bad,” the ice blue pegasus said cautiously which earned him a glare from Silver Cloud, “I can't imagine the pain. Is there still pain?”

Still glaring at her husband, Silver Cloud asked, “What colour were your eyes, Wildfire?”
“Yuppers Icicle, I'm a horror show alrighty.” Wildfire chuckled, she’d heard it all before on the streets of Canterlot, and she had felt her own face, the acid scar tissue over her shrunken empty eye sockets. “I’ve never known pain like it when it happened, and I've been on fire before. The worse part after the burning feeling was feeling everything melt. There's still pain, though I don't notice it as much now.” To Silver Cloud, she answered the pregnant pegasus’s question, “my eyes were a chestnut brown.”

Sundown spoke up, “Seashell has learned braille.” The search and rescue pegasus stallion smiled a proud smile, “She has a blind friend at school.”

Airmail nodded. “Wily is teaching it to me and Stormy.”

“That's really cool Sundown, I bet it’s like having a secret code with her friend,” Wildfire giggled, “I taught myself braille after it happened while I recovered in the hospital so I could keep writing my poems.”

“Poetry?” Hayseed, the hazelnut coloured earth pony, seemed very interested in that comment. “You left that detail out, Airy.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire started proudly, “I've got a book full of them, mostly written normally, though a few are in braille.”

“You should publish them,” Ocean suggested from her pony shaped pillow.

“She is!” Airmail and Tempest both said that together at the same time, and both ended up in fits of giggles as a result.

“Well…” the blind mare blushed as red as her cutie mark, “It’s Princess Twilight that's doing the publishing, she's sending copies out to all the libraries.”

Silver Cloud’s mouth hung open in awe. “You've met Princess Twilight too?”

“Yuppers, well kinda, she was teaching the science class when I got blinded.” Wildfire started off rather confident and ended up mumbling a little. She hated being a name dropper. “Dusk's aunt Celestia gave her a copy of my book before he returned the original to me in Manehatten.”

Hayseed asked, “Have you met all the Princesses?”

Wildfire nodded then she shook her head. “I haven't met his cousin Cadance. His mom's a pretty fun pony though.”

“Which one?” Grain asked, wondering if the little blind mare meant Luna or Octavia.

“Oh, I meant Princess Luna.” Wildfire explained, “She used to bring us all moonshine round when we had sleepovers at D's suite at the palace.”

“Oh my!” Grain breathed, almost as awed as his sister.

Silver Cloud however was getting fidgety on her seating pad in the living room. “Airy, I'm sure the foals are asleep by now, so how about that demo?” She asked hopefully, returning everypony’s attention and thoughts back to the first conversation regarding kinks.

Airmail nodded to her younger sister. The foals had been upstairs almost an hour by now and Silver Cloud was right, they should be asleep. “I know some of you will want to copy us, so everypony, clean hooves now!” She declared in a tone of voice that wasn’t going to countenance any arguments.

Grain rolled his blue eyes as he got up from his seating pad. “Yes, momma Airy.”

“Do I need to clean mine, Airy?” Wildfire asked as the others stood up as well and stretched their legs.

“Yes,” Airmail affected a sigh that became a giggle when she watched Silver Cloud attempt to stand up. Eventually she fluttered her wings and got to her hooves that way. “You might touch me!”

“I hope I'm gonna touch you,” Wildfire giggled as the very pregnant Silver Cloud gave Airmail a considered raspberry. “Do I need permission, miss?”

Airmail shook her head. “Not if you clean your hooves.”

Tempest snorted out a loud fit of giggles. To the others the violet mare said, “She hasn't changed at all.”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire gave in. She knew she was beat and Airmail was right, besides she wasn’t really going to argue anyway. “I'll clean 'em. Where do I go?” She asked, and silently Airmail flicked her summer green tail under Wildfire’s nose and proceeded to lead the group up the creaky stairs to the main washroom and, running a shallow bath of hot soapy water she started with fastidiously washing her own four hooves.

Ocean had a very puzzled look on her cobalt blue face as she watched Airmail get out of the shallow bath after ten long minutes and she ushered Grain in next, to be followed by Hayseed. “Airy, why are we washing our hooves, again?”

Airy shot her sister-in-law a withering look. “You'll understand in a moment, fishermare.”

When it was her turn in the bath after Hayseed, Wildfire took the time to clean her hooves very, very thoroughly indeed. In the back of her mind she was thinking of the failed attempt the other day in their bedroom and how much she did not want that repeated. “How're they now Pretty, shiny enough for you?” She asked as she even scrubbed the bulbs of her hooves.

Very seriously, Airmail inspected her diminutive lover’s now shiny hoof, even running her nose close to the toe and giving it a sniff. “There is still some hoof left, but it will have to do.”

Wildfire giggled as one by one the remaining ponies went in the bath and cleaned their hooves. “I'm sure they're reflective by now, Pretty.” Satisfied that everypony was as clean as Equinely possible, Airmail nodded and she led the group down the short hallway and into the very large bedroom. It was easily the size of Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire’s main bedroom and their office combined. On the generously sized ten pony bed, Rye and Bluesky were asleep with Sand Dune, Sunrise, and Sky Dive all nestled in around them. Only Seashell and River were awake.

Sundown chuckled at his little cobalt blue filly as she looked at the group of adults with big round eyes. “Still awake, my daughter?”

Seashell nodded eagerly, "I want to know how to do it like mares do it."

River coughed, “I'm interested too.”

“Both of you pay attention then,” Ocean smiled at her daughter and nephew, “but you must save your questions till we are finished.”

Airmail looked from filly to parent with a smile, “Is she up to speed, Ocean?”

The thirty two year old cobalt blue earth pony looked over at her daughter laid on the bed next to her cousin, River. Seashell piped up, “Mom has taught me what is what and how it all works, Aunt Airy. So I have no plans on letting a colt in me anytime soon.”

Airmail found the little filly’s determined tone all too adorable. “Okay, well we are jumping into the advanced class tonight.”

Wildfire did her best to hold in a giggle. “Are we being educational, Airy?”

“We are, Professor Wildfire.” Airmail nodded seriously. “As dean of this institution I'll get things started. Okay, mares, look at your hoof and your mate's hoof. Then remember when you passed that watermelon known as your foal.”

“Wait till you pass that watermelon, Wily.” Tempest said dryly when Wildfire let out a snigger at Airmail’s very formal tone.

Airmail continued as if she hadn’t been interrupted. “So, you can see how much you'll need to dilate to take that hoof inside you.”

Seashell was awed. “You're going to stick a hoof up your vagina?” She knew her mum had told her to save her questions, but technically they hadn’t started yet.

“Yes, Seashell.” Airmail stated simply. Then, to the adults who had by now taken up prime viewing positions, she said; “You may want to start with another mare's hoof, and the stallions can watch and jerk off.”

Sundown rolled his green eyes. “Love you too, sis.” He snickered, he didn’t however correct his older sister.

“I know you do.” Airmail smiled sweetly at her brother before turning back to her little yellow lover. “Wily, lube me up love.” The lead editor then placed her right forehoof in front of the blind mare’s muzzle, gently tapping her nose.

“I love you,” Wildfire breathed onto the sole of the offered hoof and she took it in hers, sticking out her tongue and slathering wet kisses all over it.

Once Airmail judged that she was suitably lubricated, with her lover’s saliva dripping from the surface of her hoof, she said; “Now let me get you ready love. Roll to your back please.” She waited the split second it took Wildfire to roll over and lay on her back, gravity spreading her hind legs apart for everypony to see. Airmail then moved her head down her body to reach her exposed marehood. Behind them on the bed, Seashell moved for a closer look while River stayed where he was and Wildfire shivered in anticipation.

In their respective positions, the other couples cuddled together and got ready to watch the show. “Wily has some good muscle control,” Airmail stated, “You all will need to practice to do this. Ready, love?”

“Oh I'm so ready…” Wildfire breathed as Airmail moved around her spread apart hind leg and went back to licking and sucking on her labia while she prodded the entrance of her wet tunnel with the toe of her blue hoof. Seashell moves again for a better view and this time she was joined by River.

Wildfire cooed happily, “ooooh I'll never get tired of this…” she murmured as Airmail slid the toe inside her and twisted the hoof while she continued lick and nip on and around her hard clitoris.

Tempest got herself in position at the blind mare’s right side. “Wily, I'm going to preen you.”

Wildfire whispered, “Awesomes...” the others were by now nuzzling and stroking each other intimately as they watched. Between Wildfire’s legs, Airmail got the whole of the hoof’s leading surface inside her accepting snatch and she made sure to keep up the attack with her teeth and tongue. Behind her, Tempest moved to the secondary feathers on her left wing so that the youngsters had a clear view.

Wildfire arched her back, bucking her hips against Airmail’s questing hoof. “Hmmmm…go for it Pretty…”

Airmail lifted up her muzzle to speak. “Okay, now I've gotten this far, you can continue to push inside slow and easy with the goal to tap the cervix.” As an example, Airmail rocked her hoof in and then out again a tiny bit and then in again while she put her mouth and tongue back to work on her lover’s hard nub. Her other forehoof strayed lower so she could play with her tail-hole.

River couldn’t stop himself whispering in awe, “She touching her butt hole.”

Seashell whispered back to her cousin, “My mom likes that.”

“I aaah…I like that tooooo…” Wildfire moaned and flared her wings out and erect underneath her while Airmail's whole hoof disappeared from view inside Wildfire’s stretching tunnel as she continued to push her way in rocking in and out all the time. Tempest moved up to her primary feathers on her left wing.

“Yeeeeeeesssss...” Wildfire bucked her hips in time with the rocking motion of Airmail’s right hoof. Oh how she loved that right hoof. “Hmmm juuuust like that!”

“Try not to wake the little ones, my love.” Tempest purred teasingly deep inside Wildfire’s ear as Sand Dune opened his eyes and then immediately the colt snuggled back in against his grandmother and went back to sleep.

“I didn't know there was so much room…” Seashell commented as she watched wide eyed.

“S-Sorry...” Wildfire whimpered, “I'll be quiet…”

Airmail lifted her mouth again. “Not if I can help it, you won’t.” With that, she went back to tonguing Wildfire’s clit and the little yellow pegasus had to put her left hoof over her mouth and she relaxed to enjoy the hoofing.

For a third time since they began, Airmail lifted her muzzle. “Okay, now this part is tricky. Too hard and it will hurt. I'm sure you've all hilted your mare a time or two, but done just right this is like electricity shooting through your body. Watch Wildfire closely.” With that, Airmail went straight back to tonguing Wildfire’s nub while her hoof was pulling in and out of her sopping wet marehood.

Tempest moved around to Wildfire’s other side and the violet mare had Seashell and River go to where she was and she started preening the secondaries of her right wing. Wildfire laid back, her feathers quivering, whimpering quietly into her hoof. Once everypony was in place, Airmail surged forward just a fraction of an inch and tapped Wildfire’s cervical wall with her very hoof-tip. In a world of pleasure, Wildfire bit her hoof and her pleasured moans were muffled.

Airmail kept it up and she nibbled Wildfire’s clit hard. Tempest used some force on her right primary feathers. “Come for us, my little flower.” Tempest whispered in her ear.

“Y-Yes…Hmmm!” She panted, “Yes M-Mistress…” she stuffed her hoof into her mouth as she came hard, her back arching, her hips bucking, squealing both of her lover’s names as she climaxed, her squirted cum leaking down Airmail's foreleg. Buried deep inside her, Airmail gave her a few more taps before she slowly rocked her leg back out. At the same time, Tempest finished up on Wildfire’s right primaries. “Wow…just…wow…” Wildfire squeaked with each tap, riding out her heady climax. “Wow…”

Once Tempest finished her preening, she replaced Wildfire’s hoof with her mouth to give her diminutive herd-mate a passionate loving kiss. Airmail licked her own leg clean as she withdrew the limb from her gaping snatch. Once Airmail had pulled all the way out she licked her own hoof and then Wildfire’s drenched marehood.

“O-Okay,” Grain gasped, “that was hot, I'd say the second hottest show you've brought to this farm, Airy.”

It took Wildfire ten minutes before she could even think about speaking. “O-Oh…hmmm, tr-trust me it felt hot...what d'you mean, second hottest?”

“That would be me.” Tempest said with a not too small amount of pride.

Silver Cloud giggled, “Yeah, when Tempest took two ponies at once and was munching on Airmail at the same time.”

“Hmm,” Wildfire’s wings, almost back down to her sides, shot out again. “That does sound pretty hot, Mistress Stormy.”

“Two at once?” Seashell asked, utterly confused.

“One in the vagina and one in the rectum.” Her mother Ocean explained.

“Ooooh,” Seashell nodded as realisation dawned on the ten year old filly.

“It’s been a while since I've had that,” Wildfire said, still laid out on the floor from her hoofing.

“Thank you, Aunties,” the cobalt blue filly said, “that was more than I was expecting.”

“The hoofing is optional and not definitely not recommended for a first date.” Airmail stated and she kissed Wildfire’s lips, “at least most of the time.”

“Remember,” Tempest put in, “if it makes you feel good it will make her feel good too.” She said with a smile as Seashell yawned and curled up next to her grandma Blue and closed her eyes.

River moved over to where his parents were cuddling. “Think I need a brother or sister?” He asked, while Grain and Hayseed laughed at their colt.

“I think that was a very cool lesson, and Airy's right, best left alone for a first date.” Wildfire giggled from the floor, “unless you have a cloud to hide on.”

“She learned braille for her friend who is a mare.” Ocean smiled at Seashell, “I think she wants to do more than just pass secret notes in class.”

Icicle looked up from his deep nuzzling session with his pregnant wife, “What toys did you bring this time, Airy?”

“Pretty much the same as last time, Icy.” Airmail replied, pointing to Tempest’s and her own bulging saddlebags. “Plus a few extra items for Wildfire's pleasure.”

Icicle kissed Silver Cloud’s lips. “You going to give us another demo?”

Smirking, Airmail looked over at River. “I wouldn't recommend most of this for first date either, River.”

The turquoise earth pony colt puffed out his chest. “Maybe I'm beyond the first date.”

“Any preference, Wildfire?” Airmail asked her herd-mate, her own wings fluttering in anticipation.

“Hmm…” Wildfire thought to herself as she finally stood up to her hooves, “hoof cuffs, gag and the crop? Please, Airy.”

Silver Cloud’s own wings began to flutter at the sound of that. “Okay, that sounds like some fun.”

Grinning, Tempest went over to her saddlebag rummaged around in it for a brief moment. After a moment she found what she was looking for and stood up. “Have her put these on first,” the violet pegasus passed the purple and blue socks over to Airmail. “I'll fill her up.”

“Oooh,” Wildfire smiled, “did you bring the clamps?”

Quietly, Airmail helped Wildfire put on her socks one after the other and then she quickly followed them up with the hoof cuffs. As Tempest carefully inserted the vibrating butt plug in her yielding anus and the dildo in her still wet marehood, she completed the picture when she pulled the panties up Wildfire’s hind legs. “Yes love, I packed them.”

Wildfire did a happy little hoof dance. “Sweet!”

When Wildfire had obliged to stand still, Airmail used her mouth to apply the nipple clamps to the blind mare’s teats and Tempest put on the ear clamps and the tail sleeve. Wildfire gasped when the clamps were put on, she felt the delicious pinching pain on her sensitive skin. Airmail then applied the lead from the tail sleeve to the ear clamps and tightened it up while Tempest added the bridle and bit over Wildfire’s compliant head.

“Awesomes…” Wildfire grinned a huge grin around the bit, wiggling her hips as her tail was pulled up by the sleeve and secured to the ear clips.

When Airmail applied a gag that held Wildfire’s tongue to the bottom of her mouth, the azure blue mare leant in close to Wildfire’s left ear and whispered, “Your safe word now is rapid hoof stomps with your right forehoof.”

Tempest completed the set up with a spreader bar placed between Wildfire’s rear hoof cuffs and she clipped a twelve inch chain between the front cuffs. ‘Rapid right forehoof stomps, I got it,’ Wildfire thought to herself as Tempest set the vibrators in her to the ‘low’ setting.

Watching from the bed, River didn't even bother to hide his erection, which was earth pony impressive. “Is socks a good gift for a sixteen year old?”

“Socks yes,” Tempest replied, “but I'd wait on panties. That is something you should shop for together,” she said, a smirk on her face as Wildfire began to shudder as the vibrators started sending their pulses through her body.

“Okay, this is your standard riding crop.” Airmail displayed the crop to her siblings like she was advertising it on the shopping channel. “It will encourage a pony to do many things, like naughty ponies that don't eat their celery.”

“I will outline the strike zone.” Tempest added, indicating various points on Wildfire’s hindquarters that were pointing their way. “The entire ass from mid-thigh up, flank with cutie mark. Inside the thigh. Teats. The nipples are very sensitive with the addition of the clamps so please be careful to not strike there.”

Airmail stepped up and stroked the crop over Wildfire’s cutie marks. “I shall lead off with a demonstration. Snort if you’re ready, Wildfire.” Almost immediately, the blind mare snorted loudly, making her intent clear and Airmail moved behind her little lover and applied four quick strikes, two to each cutie mark, followed by four more, one per butt cheek and one over each vibrator.

“Aaah!” Wildfire rose up to her hoof tips, gasping in surprise with the stinging of the strikes. “Hmmmm Aiiiiiry…”

Silver Cloud’s wings were very hard and erect, “Is she like Serenity?” She asked curiously.

“No,” Tempest replied quickly, “she will let us know when to stop, but she will get all pouty if you hold back.”

“Pouty Wily is no fun at all.” Airmail snickered, before turning to her brother-in-law. “So, Icy, you want to go first?”

“Sure do.” The ice blue pegasus stallion got up from his pad he was sharing with Silver Cloud and Wildfire wiggled her ass invitingly. Icicle took the crop from Airmail and gave a couple of testing swats to the air before he turned to the bound mare and used as much force as Airmail as he delivered eight blows, aiming for the inside of each spread open thigh, each ass check, each breast – carefully missing the clamps - and each cutie mark.

Grain got up from beside Hayseed when Icicle gave Airmail the crop back. “I'll have a go, if I may?”

“Of course little brother.” Airmail gave the earth pony farmer a nod.

“Mmmm!” Wildfire squeaked happily, the strikes thus far serving to warm her up nicely. “OOooOoh!” She began to get wet between her hind legs and while Grain was taking the crop from Airmail, Tempest casually turned the vibrators up to a low medium setting, timing the switch as Grain landed his first strike. Being an earth pony, his blows were roughly twenty five per cent stronger than Icicle’s were. The farmer landed eight blows in total, including three on each ass cheek in different areas and one to the base of each vibrator.

“AaaAAAAH!” Wildfire squirmed as the more intense vibrations flowed through her and she winced at the stronger blows, her pussy getting dripping wet.

“Itty bitty brother want a turn?” Airmail smirked at Sundown.

“Ha, ha, sure, I'll take a swing at your marefriend.” The pegasus search and rescue operative got up and Hayseed snuffled her muzzle underneath Wildfire’s held up tail.

“Ocean,” the hazelnut coloured farmer sniggered, “she is wetter than the underside of your boat.” The rest of the group laughed out loud at that.

Wildfire giggled, eagerly anticipating the coming strikes, thrilled and very aroused indeed that they weren't holding back with her. Sundown took the crop and he proved himself to be as strong as Icicle was as he landed blows to each of Wildfire’s fireball cutie marks, her teats and the clamps, her outer thighs and her ass cheeks. “OOooOOOOW!” The diminutive mare squealed at the strikes on the nipple clamps, dances up on the tips of her hooves.

Tempest noticed this and she quickly moved in behind her and rubbed her back with a gloved hoof. “Hmmm…” straightaway, Wildfire relaxed at the touch, feeling a lot better.

Airmail turned back to the watching mares. “Girls turn!”

Silver Cloud was the first to get up. “I'll have a go, Airy.”

Wildfire playfully shook her reddened sore ass, wondering what it looked like after all these strikes. When the heavily pregnant Silver Cloud took the crop, the pegasus really put herself into it, striking almost as hard as Grain had done. She landed two hits to each cutie mark and two to each butt cheek.

“Woah,” Icicle breathed out, very impressed. “Way to go, love.”

“Eeep!” Wildfire yelped and danced with each and every lick of the crop as it lit up her red and welted rear end.

Tempest leant forward and whispered in Wildfire’s ear. “That's forty, snort to keep going.”

“M-More…” Wildfire whispered, endorphins coursing through her system, and she snorted loudly.

“Come on, Hayseed,” Ocean grinned at the farmer, “let's tag team the mare and show her what an earth pony can do!”

“Eeyup!”

Tempest nuzzled Wildfire’s ear, which caused her to pull sharply on the clamps at her ears. “Nggh!” The blind mare whimpered, “I-I'm good…” though she winced at the sharp sting of the clamps that pulled at her ears and tail. Behind her, Ocean and Hayseed quickly found a slow and steady rhythm as they tossed the crop between each other, but the first blow went a long way to bringing back memories of Lotus Stripes from the care home.

The two mares landed blow after blow to Wildfire’s hind quarters, half again as strong as anything Airmail could manage on her best day, and by now Wildfire’s welts had become angry and bruised, as did the insides of her thighs.

“AAaaaAAH…OOooOOW!” Wildfire hind legs buckled under the incessant strikes, the blind mare trembled at the risen memory, and she tried hard to put it to the back of her mind, instead focusing on enjoying the dripping of her fluids.

However, several strikes later and the two earth ponies hit the butt plug and the vaginal plug one after the other and they hit one of the raw welts on her reddened ass over the outside left thigh and then right thigh. Wildfire shook, the memory of the home coming suddenly real again and the demo was not fun anymore.

“S-St-Stop A-Amethyst…” she begged, stomping her right forehoof into the bedroom floor. In her head though, Wildfire was back in her cell, and it was Lotus and Amber taking turns with her. “I-I-I’ll be good,” she whimpered pitifully, “please…please stop…”

Airmail looked at Tempest.

Tempest mirrored Airmail’s shocked and stunned expression.

“Time!” Airmail declared a split second later, using her foreleg to deflect the crop as it came down again. Working quickly and efficiently, Tempest removed the ear clamps and she nuzzled the panicking mare. The other members of Airmail’s family moved to lick and nuzzle her abused hind quarters. “You're safe, love.” Airmail repeated as she took the gag from Wildfire’s mouth.

“Safe with us, love.” Tempest whispered into her ear.

Wildfire couldn’t hear them. “D-Don't get the box please don't...I'll be good...I promise…”

Airmail kissed Wildfire’s lips as delicately as she could manage. “Wily you’re safe.”

“Please, please not the box, please!” Wildfire screamed before Airmail’s words made their way through to her brain. Hesitantly, she began to breathe, calming herself down with a series of long deep breaths. “A-Airy? S-Stormy?”

Airmail and Tempest moved to their little lover’s front and they traded nuzzles and kisses. “You're safe with us, Wildfire.” Airmail repeated herself.

Tempest wrapped her forelegs around Wildfire’s neck while Airmail worked to remove the spreader bar and the tail sleeve. “Thank you for not putting up a false bravery.”

“I love you, Wily.” Airmail said after her work was done.

“I love you, Wily.” Tempest repeated as she lifted off the bridle and she removed the nipple clamps.

“Yu…Yuppers…I ah, I love you too…” she flexed her legs and she felt really properly foolish at her overreaction. “Guys...I'm sorry about that then, it was, it was intense.”

Ocean looked at Hayseed and blushed. “Yeah, we got a bit carried away.”

Hayseed shared Ocean’s deep red blush, “Then that is what Mapper wanted on Serenity.”

“It…ah, well, it was cool until you teamed up,” Wildfire mumbled miserably into the bedroom floor, her head pointed straight down. “It um, it just bought back some memories…forget it…”

“No,” Silver Cloud, still standing, moved up to the blind mare and with her wing tip the pregnant pegasus lifted up her head. “We won't forget it, Wildfire.”

“You are part of a second herd now, Wily.” Airmail said gently, as ever positioning herself at the yellow pony’s left side.

“Y-You all s-saw that...” Wildfire felt even smaller than she actually was. Again, she had allowed those dreadful memories to invade her current life. Amethyst Glory was never going to leave her alone, was she? “Um…look, it’s ah, it’s alright, I'm alright now.” She did not sound convinced.

Airmail nuzzled Wildfire’s left cheek. “May I tell them, Wildfire?”

Devoid of Silver Cloud’s wing, Wildfire just hung her head. “Uh huh…”

“Wildfire.” Tempest said calmly, “We love you.”

“Y-Y-Yuppers, I know, I love you all too, Tempest.”

“When it stops being a game,” Airmail said kindly, “it is no longer fun to play.”

“Yuppers, Airy can we get a drink of something before you tell them, please?”

Hayseed stepped forwards and took her ‘turn’ to give Wildfire and affectionate nuzzle. “Sure thing, darling, what would you like?”

“Can I get a beer, please?”

Hayseed nodded and again she nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek. “That’s no problem. Beers all around?”

Rye sat up on the bed, finally abandoning the pretence of being asleep. “Yes please, Hayseed.” Nodding to her father-in-law, the hazelnut earth pony farmer left the large bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen in search of beer.

Poor young River was beyond confused. The turquoise earth pony colt looked from adult to adult trying to discern what was wrong. In the end he chose to ask his aunt. “Is everything okay?”

“No nephew, things are not okay.” Airmail answered him quickly and firmly, though she kept the air of kindness in her tone. “Life is not fair, but love can overcome almost anything.”

Wildfire turned her head to Rye’s general direction, “Oh um, I’m sorry if I woke you, Rye.”

Rye smiled an easy smile at the obviously troubled young pegasus. “Easy to wake somepony pretending to sleep, Wildfire.”

“We remember when Mapper and Serenity were last here.” Bluesky also sat up, being of course very careful to not wake up the four foals that were sleeping soundly around her. “Even River couldn't stay up to watch what happened that time.”

“Yuppers...” Wildfire knew they were trying to comfort her, but she felt more and more wretched with every passing second. “I'm sorry I went off like that, Ms. Bluesky.”

River shook his head. The sixteen year old was no nearer to understanding now than he had been before. “I don't understand this at all.”

Tempest spared the colt a sympathetic smile before she once again rummaged in her saddlebag and pulled out a tube of fast acting speciality ointment designed to reduce the many welts and bruises that decorated Wildfire’s hind quarters. As she applied the cream, she said, “We will explain it to you, River.”

“Okay,” River nodded, still confused.

Rye carefully got off of his large bed and walked over to the despondent pegasus. “A burden shared is a burden lessened, Wildfire.”

The diminutive blind mare managed a very shaky uncertain smile. “Beer helps.”

Bluesky, after a very delicate extrication of herself from the bed, which she managed despite Sunrise using her teat as a pillow, also walked over and nuzzled the little pony. “Depends on why you're drinking I think,” she said kindly just as Hayseed returned from her hunting trip to the kitchen with a twelve pack, eleven beers and a root beer.

“Thank you, Hayseed.” Wildfire said quietly as she took a beer from the farmer. “To forget the last few moments would be nice.”

“Wrong reason,” Rye half-heartedly scolded her as he took a beer as well. “It should ease the pain to remember why you want to drink so you won't need to drink.”

“Hmmm…” Wildfire wasn’t at all convinced by that. “You can tell them when you're ready Pretty, they may as well know.”

Airmail took a few moments to have a mouthful of her beer, to give her time to collect her thoughts and to give everypony else chance to have a drink as well. “After she was blinded by the accident at university, her father sold Wildfire off to a care home in return for a kick back and to steal from her bank account. Prince Dusk helped her escape a couple weeks ago.” The azure blue mare paused, the group around them in a state of shock.

“They routinely abused her at the care home.” Tempest picked up the story when it became clear Airmail wasn’t going to. “They abused her, physically and mentally, to the point where she took pride in the pain.”

Rye found his voice after a visible struggle, “But…didn't they do something?”

Airmail cleared her throat and took another sip of her beer. “After Dusk got her out of the home, he and Princess Luna brought the full weight of the law down on the wardens of the care home and on Wildfire's father. They will trouble no pony again.” She sounded very bitter that she had been unable to deliver that ‘justice’ herself. She was.

“That was home for five years.” Wildfire’s voice was barely audible at this point. “I was kinda hoping I was over it.”

Bluesky could not believe that. The old milk mare almost dropped her beer. “It took five years!?”

River flinched at the sound of his grandmother’s angry voice. “Then, why would you want to be spanked?” He still didn’t really get it.

“That is at least third date.” Airmail said with a wry smile as Grain and Hayseed both moved to hug their son. “The body releases endorphins when there is pain. That is a natural high to some. Serenity thrives on endorphins. Wily has gotten so used to them she misses them.” Pausing, Airmail kissed Wildfire’s cheek.

“Now Wildfire no longer has pride in taking pain.” Tempest explained, “If it goes beyond pleasure she knows when to stop.” Tempest placed a delicate little kiss on Wildfire’s right cheek.

River took a long drink of his root beer as he thought on that, “I've heard the other adults here talk about the parties at the zebra's place and how you push the edge in things. What is that all about?”

“See,” Airmail smiled, “they do listen.”

Turning her head left then right, Wildfire returned the kisses to her herd-mates before she drained her beer. Then, in a quiet toneless voice, she said; “The beatings were normal. They were every day. I got used to taking them. Soon they started breaking my legs, sometimes they'd switch out a pony when they got tired, or team up. It was normal that's all. I could take that.”

Hayseed was moved to tears, as was Silver Cloud, Ocean and Sundown. “We teamed up on Serenity at Mapper's request since we couldn't give her what she needed,” the hazelnut mare explained, “I'm sorry.”

“It’s alright, no harm done really.” Wildfire continued in the same toneless voice. “Around the second year I think they started breaking my wings and shutting me in this box…” she shuddered, as did every pegasus there except Airmail. “I hated that box. They knew I hated it too.”

River nuzzled his mother, “Why does she sound like she's dead?”

“I started wishing I was by the end.” Wildfire answered dully, “That’s when Dusk found me again. I was allowed out for good behaviour. They knew I wasn’t going to run anywhere. They had broken me by then. Amethyst laid off a bit when he started visiting. It was all for show, till he came and got me for a visit to Manehatten nine days ago.”

“Was it worth it?” Bluesky asked kindly.

“It was totally worth it,” Wildfire replied with a brighter smile, “for what I have now.”

Bluesky lovingly nuzzled Wildfire’s cheek and hugged her tightly. “You have added to the happiness of my daughter.” The old pegasus stated with an assured tone, and Airmail along with Tempest hugged the little blind mare.

“I still don't see why you do things that remind you of that time?” River asked as he took another sip of his root beer. He was thankful however that his new aunt was sounding more like ‘herself’ than the deadened mare of a few minutes ago.

Wildfire had to think about that one. “Serenity asked me that on the train to Canterlot. I don't really have an answer, River other than it's what I'm used to, only now it’s safer cos I know it will stop when I want it to stop. I’m the pony with the power now, not Amethyst Glory.”

Tempest was really so proud. So very proud as she applied another hoof full of the special ointment to Wildfire’s ass end. “And sharing is caring.”

Airmail nodded solemnly. “River, the more she talks about this, the more it will stay in her past.”

“I'm ah, I’m sorry I had that bad a reaction,” Wildfire said as she let out a little giggle, “You earth ponies do pack a wallop, it just bought it all rushing back.”

“The more we know, the better we can love you back.” Rye said with a smile, and River walked up to his newest auntie and gave her a tight hug. “Thank you for telling us.”

Wildfire felt the hug, and even though it was from a colt, the earth pony hug was tight and strong. “No problem at all. Like Airy said, it helps to talk about it. I should thank you all, for listening.”

Rye nuzzled the now calmed little mare affectionately on her cheek when River released the hug. “You can take the middle spot in the cuddle pile, then.”

“Do you want a fluffy pillow for your ass?” Airmail asked as she ran her hoof over Wildfire’s rosy reddened hind quarters. She was very pleased to see Tempest’s magic cream was already doing its job. It had only been applied for a few minutes and the worst of the welts were starting to fade.

Wildfire flexed her sore butt with a wince. She was grateful for the cream, though the sweet sing of the crop and also started to fade to a dull background ache. “That would be lovely, Pretty, thank you.”

Airmail laughed a bright laugh. “Sorry love that was a joke. Mama, can you put your soft titties against Wily's butt?”

Bluesky smiled as she settled back down on the large bed. Like Silver Cloud, Hayseed and Ocean, she’d had to dry her eyes and take a few breaths before she was confident of talking again. “Sure, settle in here, Wildfire.”

“Yay!” Her mood instantly flipped and buoyed back to its previous condition, the blind mare scooted over to the bed and climbed up, turning her back to nestle in – little spoon style – against the much older pegasus with her heated flanks in amongst Bluesky’s swollen teats.

“My,” the moment she laid in, Bluesky felt the heat from Wildfire’s butt, “you are warm, dear.”

Wildfire giggled as she felt the bed move around her, a sure sign that all the other ponies were getting up and getting comfortable nestling in with each other. “The crop does have a warming effect.” The little blind mare smiled a comforted smile when she smelled Airmail lay in front of her and give her a kiss, “Way better than central heating.” She yawned and nuzzled whatever part of her lover she could reach, sleep taking her like a welcome balm.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sunday morning soon arrived on the family farm and like almost every other morning, Airmail, Grain, and Hayseed were up and active, their biological clocks seemingly in tune with the rising of Celestia's glorious sun. Wildfire, being both a light sleeper and a morning pony, stirred from her spooning position in Bluesky's hooves and yawned herself awake while the other members of the family were snoring contentedly around her.

Feeling rather than seeing her move as the bedroom was still rather dark, Bluesky playfully licked Wildfire’s ear. “While you're down there do you want an early breakfast?” She asked, licking her ear again, “at least till they get the oatmeal ready downstairs?”

“Hmmm….” Wildfire murmured, now properly awake, “I'd love to, thanks mum.” She didn’t know where ‘mum’ had come from, but it felt right. It just felt proper to call the old pegasus that as she carefully rotated around in her snuggle so she could take one of her milk heavy teats in her mouth.

“Mmmmm, yes…” Bluesky purred almost sexily when her milk began to leave her teat, and after a few moments Sky Dive, Silver Cloud and Icicle’s two year old colt joined the little yellow mare on the other teat.

Wildfire took her time, in no mood to rush as she drank from the milk mare. After some minutes, when she had drank her fill, she finished up with a lick of her lips and she felt her way up Bluesky’s body to give her a thank you kiss. “Thanks mum, you were well cuddly last night.”

“Always happy to help.” Bluesky smiled a very maternal smile. While she was in no way Wildfire’s mother, she wasn’t about to stop her calling her that. Besides it felt as right to her as it no doubt did to the blind pony. “They should have the food ready by now.”

“Your cuddles were just what I needed,” Wildfire offered her ‘mum’ another kiss, which was quickly returned, before she got up from the large bed. “I'm gonna go get some oatmeal, thank you again, for everything.” Wildfire smiled and trotted out of the bedroom and followed the scents of breakfast downstairs to the kitchen in search of Airmail and oats.

Airmail saw her little lover get down the stairs and she smiled in greeting. “Good morning, Wily, do you want cinnamon and raisins in your oatmeal?”

Wildfire nodded as she sat down on her chosen seating pad next to Airmail. “Please, Pretty.”

“Okay,” As Airmail got up to get her herd-mate’s breakfast in a bowl, Grain and Hayseed both walked over and gave the blind mare a crushing hug. “Did my mom provide you with soft pillows?”

“Mum was awesomes,” Wildfire gasped for breath amid the earth pony hugs, “just what I needed.”

Grain grinned and gave her a nuzzle, “That's mom!”

Wildfire flexed her ass which, thanks to a combination of Tempest’s cream and Bluesky’s cuddles, wasn’t as red and angry as it had been last night and giggled, “She was just what my flanks needed.”

Airmail set her bowl of oatmeal and raisins down on the table and gave Wildfire a kiss straight to her lips. “Dig in, Wily. You want some apple juice or orange juice with that?”

Gratefully, Wildfire returned the kiss, “I'll have orange juice, thanks Pretty.” She smiled and quietly dug into her oatmeal as over the next half an hour all but Sundown and Tempest slowly drifted down the stairs and in for breakfast. Grain and Airmail kept the flow of food coming to all who sat down and Hayseed delivered the drinks. When she finished her first, Wildfire even treated herself to a second bowl, eating quietly as she listened to the others wandering in.

After another half an hour, Hayseed selflessly risked her life by going upstairs and waking up Tempest and Sundown before noon so that the last two ponies didn’t miss breakfast. In a typically sour morning mood, Tempest grumped her way downstairs and plonked herself at the table. “Eating before noon is bad for your health…” she muttered darkly to nopony in particular.

Wildfire turned her head towards Tempest. “Oh, hey Honey!”

“Coffee first tal...” Tempest muttered as she sat down, thankfully Airmail was ready with a fresh steaming mug of coffee to sate her nerves and her mood. “Luna bless you, Airy.” The violet mare took a long welcome drink of her coffee. Hearing that, Wildfire shut up and drank her orange juice. “Now,” Tempest said far more alert and awake once she’d emptied her mug. “Life may begin. Hi, Wily, I see you were up with the sun too?”

Wildfire perked up a little. “Morning pony as always,” she thought to herself for a moment when she heard all the other family members sit at the breakfast table, “Everypony...about last night, you can talk about it, it’s cool.”

In a huge bout of sympathy, Silver Cloud leant over the table and rested her slate grey hoof on Wildfire’s yellow one. “Is there more to the story? You were sold into slavery by your father. You were abused to the point it was normal. Now you got these crazy lovers that indulge yours and their fantasies.”

“Yeah,” Icicle put his hoof next to his wife’s, offering Wildfire his comfort and support. “It's cool. You're still family.”

Wildfire wished she had eyes then, just for that tiny second, just so she could cry properly. Instead she settled for sniffing with the emotion she felt, immediately she got nuzzles from Airmail and a perked up Tempest. “I um, I just felt like the pegasus in the room everypony’s looking at…” she sighed and sniffed again. “Silver, that's a pretty neat summary of it,” she giggled, “and thanks Icicle, that means a lot.

Ocean smiled warmly, a smile that reached her voice. “Well, you are the newest addition so yeah, I'm looking at you. Especially that rosy flank of yours,” she finished with a giggle.

Wildfire giggled at that. So the super special cream reduced the welts but left the rosiness and the slightly sore feeling. Sweet. “It is a pretty fine flank. That’s nothing though. If Princess Luna, Mapper and Serenity hadn't healed my wings I could've shown you them, too.”

Sundown abandoned his empty oatmeal bowl and walked around the breakfast table. “Would you rather fly straight or show off scars you didn't earn?” The search and rescue pegasus stallion asked straight out.

Wildfire turned on her seating pad and smiled at Airmail’s younger brother. “That was pretty much the choice, yeah.” She laughed, “Stormy tell you I was proud to show ‘em off too?”

“Pfft,” Sundown snorted dismissively next to the little yellow mare and turned so his left flank was presented to her. “Feel my left rear leg above the knee on the inside and outside.”

Ocean waved her hooves in the air. “Look everypony, “Sundown has fresh meat to tell his story too!”

As Sundown and everypony else laughed at that, Wildfire sniggered and ran her hoof over the stallion’s leg. In very short order she felt two rows of very odd scar tissue on the inside and the outside of his upper leg. “I'm a strong flyer and I can carry a good deal of weight.” Sundown smiled as he explained the incident. “A boat capsized with three earth ponies that went into the water. I was fishing the second one out when a shark took a bite. I dropped the pony and carried the shark where the rescue boat shot it and cut it from my leg.”

“Now that’s awesomes!” Wildfire was suitably impressed and she turned around on her pad. “If you part the fur on my shoulders and above my flanks you'll find scars there that I am proud of. I smashed a window to get to a family of four earth ponies trapped on the third floor of a four storey building that was on fire. I ended up with 1st degree burns in places.”

“Yes,” Sundown commented as he parted Wildfire’s yellow fur and saw the scars there. “There is a pride in scars that are earned.”

“Looky here Airy,” Tempest snickered as she worked on her second mug of coffee. “Our little Wily has gone all macho just like Sunny.”

Wildfire offered a calm and considered raspberry to Tempest who just erupted in a fit of giggles. “You're right there, Sunny, we should be proud of scars we earn.”

Airmail giggled and playfully swatted at Tempest who ducked and stuck her tongue out. “There are things to take pride in Wily,” the violet mare agreed, “and saving lives is one of them. Right, Sundown?”

“Yes,” Sundown nodded his agreement, “Plus it is a free meal if Ocean gets mad at me.”

“That's a good point,” Wildfire conceded with a thought, “Although Canterlot from Manehatten is a long way to go if either of these two gets mad at me,” she said with a giggle of her own.

“Pfft,” Airmail snorted, “you know Serenity will take you out for some hayburgers.”

Wildfire sniggered, “and she won't put celery on ‘em either.”

“True,” Tempest put in as she nudged Wildfire’s side, “but she might treat you to some peach ice cream.”

Wildfire laughed, “Well, at least the last time she gave me some she only gave me one scoop of it.” The blind mare giggled hard, “mind you, it tasted better than my mouth after I woke up that morning. By Celestia did I feel rough…saying that though, the hangover was worth it, it was a top night wasn't it, Airy?”

Airmail nodded sagely, she recalled their night together as easily as Wildfire did. “It was a fun night out, but putting a ribbon on Stormy’s tail was the highlight of the night.”

“Ah yes,” Wildfire snickered, she could virtually feel Tempest’s eye roll next to her. “That was fun, and I'm so glad I didn't make an idiot of myself once!”

“Yes,” Airmail deadpanned, “of course love.”

“Well,” Wildfire blushed as red as her flanks, “unless getting so drunk I forgot I was blind counts.”

“You did say 'not once',” Tempest grinned as she emptied her second mug of coffee. “I'd even dare to say not twice.”

Wildfire laughed, “Fine, maybe a lot more than twice. So, what's the plan for today?”

Airmail shot Grain a sly look that just dared him to answer her back. “A ‘swim’ in the pond, some sight-seeing, the train back to Canterlot leaves at noon so we have time.”

“No swimming until one hour after you've eaten,” Bluesky said and the rest laughed at that as she and Rye cleared away the breakfast things.

“Oh, oh no I won't.” Wildfire promised, “I'll remember that, Ms. Bluesky.”

Tempest had an idea then, mostly to spare Grain, but also to show Wildfire as many different things as possible before they left Vanhoover. “Instead of the pond, let’s go into town and to the beach. It's nice to swim there, too.”

“Alrighty Honey,” Wildfire nodded, “that sounds like fun!”

Airmail got up from the table and walking around it she hugged each member of her family one after the other ending with her mother. “All of you are free to visit Manehatten anytime, and I'll be sure to send you all the new address as soon as we have it.”

Following her marefriend’s lead, Tempest also hugged the other ponies around the table. “Thanks again for putting us up and putting up with all the fun.”

“Thank you for having me too,” Wildfire also made the rounds around the table, but unlike the other two, she started with Bluesky and ended with a second hug and an especially big nuzzle to the old milk mare. “I've really enjoyed meeting you all.”

Silver Cloud smiled when she was hugged by her sister, Tempest and finally by Wildfire. “Always fun to see who stole Airy's heart. Be sure to give Raindrop a hard time when you catch up with her.”

“I will,” Wildfire smiled as she thought about Airmail’s relative who lived over in Baltimare. “I’m looking forward to meeting her and her family too.”

With that, everypony had another round of hugs and kisses and it was time for the three mares to leave. As Grain, Hayseed and River returned to the fields, Airmail and Tempest hefted up their saddlebags and walked outside into the warm mid-morning sunshine. Bluesky and Rye stole another hug and a kiss each from Wildfire and then they were flying to Vanhoover City.

On the way there, Airmail and Tempest both took turns telling Wildfire about all the attractions and things of interest she might like to visit. The blind mare learnt that Vanhoover had a Train Museum, a Maritime Museum, and a Boardwalk. There was also a fairly large 'Griffon Town' section.

Both of her marefriends asked her if she was interested in any of those, and after a moment’s thought, Wildfire answered; “The Maritime Museum! I’ve always loved those big ships, y’know, the steam liners…” Wildfire smiled, as the alternative was being dragged through one of the botanical gardens till it was time to go swimming.

Airmail flew closer to her diminutive lover and caressed her flank with her summer green tail. “Excellent choice, Wily!”