“Good evening Wildfire,” Tinkerer, a dark green pegasus with a mane as yellow as Wildfire’s fur and bright blue eyes and a cutie mark of two crossed hammers, greeted his guest at his door with a huge smile on his face. “Or, is Wily okay?”

Stood at her herd-mate’s door in Manehatten’s Celestia Borough, Wildfire lifted her head up, ‘looking’ up to the sound of the stallion’s deep voice. She could practically hear the smile, which in turn made her smile. “Wily, please.” She smiled back in his direction, though if she was honest with herself, she was as nervous as a cat in the dog pound, but here she was. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this! But, here she was. “Wildfire is so I know I'm in trouble.”

At that, Tinkerer stepped back and out of the way so that the little yellow mare could enter his freestanding red bricked house, with its magnificent white façade and golden yellow roof. It was a typical ‘Celestia’ building, intended to be reminiscent of a Canterlot residence. In the morning, when the first light from the sun hit it, it was a splendid sight indeed. “Come on in and I'll remember that, should you get into trouble.”

Taking a very deep breath – not because she was nervous now, more that she was reading the house – Wildfire stepped forwards into the house. “Thank you, Tink.” She sniffed this way and that, and her ears were moving to begin discerning her location. She picked up the faint scents of baking bread, cooking and jasmine room fresheners. “Your place smells nice.”

Tinkerer stood by his newest herd-mate and allowed her the time to sniff and listen as she would. He understood this was important part for her. He was pleased, to a degree that his floors were a mixture of tiles, hardwood and linoleum. He knew that she could hear his hoof steps. “Let me give you the full tour, in case you should wake up for a midnight snack. We will move nothing this weekend, but I can't say that for your next visit. Belle does like to gain and lose things with the seasons.”

“Oh, oh that's okay, but thank you.” Wildfire eagerly followed when Tinkerer brushed her flank with his dark green wing and he walked ahead of her. She had to supress a giggle, for she got a sense that he was stepping a lot harder than he normally would, just to make his hooves sound louder for her to follow. It was sweet, really, but unnecessary. With a deep sniff, she could detect his scent from across the room. “You have a lavender scent, Tink.”

“I do?” he asked, a little surprised at that, for his scent wasn’t something he considered very often. “I should stop rubbing up against Lavender then.”

Wildfire laughed at that, visibly relaxing a little as she was led through the house. “Don’t, it smells nice.”

The tour underway, Tinkerer took Wildfire from room to room and he pointed out what was in each room and, moreover, he allowed the diminutive blind pony all the time she needed to feel her way around. First was the foyer with its very ordered – thanks to Belle - closet, then came the great room, the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and finally on the ground floor was a small guest bedroom.

The upstairs had the usual master bedroom with its own adjacent bathroom, their colt’s, Pathfinder's room – which they did not enter, as the young colt was asleep, another room already prepared for the next foal. Next to the large bathroom was a spare bedroom that had been turned into Belle's studio.

Last on the tour were the basement that had Tinkerer's den, affectionately known as his ‘Belle free stallion cave’, a gaming room, a workshop, bathroom, and storage room. The dark green stallion then took a moment to show his guest the attached garage that comfortable held two cars, a Fiat 500 and a Focus estate.

He was in two minds about showing her the back yard, as it was dark out, then he realised with a silent laugh and a facehoof that it was always dark for her. That in his mind, he showed off the foal’s playset, sandbox, and the back deck off of the kitchen and dining room. Wildfire, for her part, was having a great deal of fun snuffling and feeling around each room as it was introduced, taking in the tiniest little details of each except Pathfinder's, of course.

Wildfire’s favourite though, apart from the master bedroom and the foal playset outside, was the front yard that had in it several tasty flower beds designed to be nibbled on. “Wow...” she slurred thickly around a mouthful of bluebells and roses, “this house is cool. I love you have a den, that's awesomes!”

Tinkerer, concluding the tour back in the great room, was very impressed with how well Wildfire moved around his house. He had been watching the way she navigated, how she never once hit a thing, how she walked around using her wingtips to stay straight and level. “I'm glad you like the place.” He said proudly, “It is nice to have a standalone instead of a townhouse. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oooh yuppers,” it was only after eating the flowers from outside that she realised she was thirsty. “Can I get a black coffee please?”

“You can,” Tinkerer nodded, out of habit. “Though, if I remember, you take sugar?”

“Oh yuppers, the sugar!” Wildfire wanted to facehoof, how in the world could she forget sugar? Coffee without sugar was like living without breathing. That in mind though, she got another whiff of the lavender scent from the stallion in front of her and, because of her heat, her black tail flagged up high. “Two. Yes. Sugars, please.”

As he saw her tail lift up, Tinkerer sniffed the air. If the flagging tail hadn’t been an obvious sign, then the smell coming from her certainly was. “Coming right up.” He couldn’t keep the snicker from his voice. “So, is some filly eager to get things started?”

“It's ah, it's my heat.” Wildfire explained, unnecessarily, “It's not due till tomorrow, but I think Professor Twilight's spell has bought it on early. A few days early.” As she spoke, she stood with her hind legs apart and her tail up high, broadcasting her scent all around the great room.

“I don't mind at all Wily.” Tinkerer stepped forwards and he affectionately nuzzled the little mare’s cheek. “You are here for a reason, after all, but I want to make sure of a few things first. Have a seat here in the great room and I'll bring the coffee to you.”

“Thanks, Tink.” Wildfire inclined her head, almost a bow, out of habit, and she used her wingtips touching the floor to feel her way through the great room until she found a seating pad. She knew, as she walked, that her tail was still flagged, and that her herd-mate had an unfettered view of her goodies, at least until she heard him walk away to the kitchen.

Several minutes later, that felt like an eternity, Tinkerer entered the great room carrying two full steaming mugs on a silver tray held in his mouth, which he set down on the coffee table in front of Wildfire. She could smell the cream in his, but even her fabled ‘Wily Sense’ couldn’t detect the sugar. “First,” he said, taking a seat on the pad by the table, “I want to be sure you want to do this the old fashioned way.”

Wildfire sniffed the air, picking up the heavenly smell of coffee as well as the lavender, and she beamed a wide smile. “I'm sure, Tink.”

Tinkerer cautiously sipped his creamy coffee. “Okay, will you let the foal know who the sire is?”

“Of course!” Wildfire exclaimed quickly, reaching a tentative hoof out for her cup, which she found on the second try. “The filly will know all about you.”

“Okay,” he responded thoughtfully, “While I don't expect it in a non-herd setting, I do expect to be able to interact with the foal in a herd setting.”

Wildfire reached out her hoof and, once she had located the dark green stallion’s foreleg, squeezed it gently. “Tink that's totally fine. You're gonna be the dad, a real actual dad. You can interact with her anytime you like.”

“I have a colt of my own and Belle want's another, but thank you. It is good to know I can be a part of your filly's life.”

“Our filly.” Wildfire stated before taking a long sip of her black coffee. “Not just mine. Ours.”

“Ours.” Tinkerer smiled, the smile evident in his voice. “So, how do you want to do this?”

Wildfire took another long sip of her coffee. “I ah, well I thought we'd cuddle a bit, slow like, and see where it goes…” she trailed off to silence as she blushed a very, very bright red.

Tinkerer raised his wing and he slowly, gently and carefully caressed Wildfire’s burning cheek with the tip of his primary feathers. “Intimate, I rather like that idea. I was prepared to just be mechanical about it all, but a cuddle does sound a lot nicer.”

“Mmmmm n-no...I ah, I want intimate.” Wildfire murmured, the last thing in the world she wanted was mechanical. She didn’t want a donor, she wanted her filly to have a real daddy. “I want to feel you, to know you.”

The dark green stallion snickered. “I owe Belle a couple of bits, she said you would want it that way. I haven't been in the herd long, but I do know how Airy and Mapper feel about stallions and being mounted.”

Wildfire lowered her cup, her tone very sombre indeed. “I um, I won't lie, I'm a little nervous. Very. Nervous, it's ah, well it's been a while, since I was with a stallion.” Just thinking about that period of her life back at the care home under Amethyst Glory made her ears – and tail – wilt backwards. The past three weeks she had spent trying to get over that time of Tartarus.

“From what little I know, that was not a pleasant or desired time with a stallion.” Tinkerer said as kindly and gently as he could, “I'm not who you fear, but I am a stallion, Wily.”

“It wasn't.” Wildfire’s voice was almost a whisper. Had there been more background noise in the great room beyond the ticking of the clock on the wall, it wouldn’t have been heard at all. She didn’t even know she had started trembling at the memory. “They were rough, uncaring, little more than tools to punish us into behaving, into being better slaves.” With her hoof still on Tinkerer’s leg, she felt him tense up. “I know you aren't that, it's why I want it slow though, so I can know you, properly.”

That did ease the stallion’s tension somewhat. “We can start the ‘knowing each other’ part before Belle gets home.” He glanced a quick look up to the incessantly ticking clock. “Which will be in an hour from now. Don't worry about noise, as we sound proofed Path's room and have a monitor in our room so we can hear him.”

“A-Alrighty,” Wildfire smiled a relieved smile, though the nerves were still evident in her Canterlot accented voice. “That sounds like a plan.”

Finishing his creamy coffee in one extra-large gulp, Tinkerer stood up from his seating pad. His own fears and issues regarding the siring of Wildfire’s foal assuaged, at least until he could think of new ones, he was as eager to get this started as Wildfire was. “Please lead the way to the master bedroom. I'll just take in the view from behind.”

“You got it!” A second later, she too had finished her coffee and she almost sprang to her hooves as she got up. From her memory, she turned and led the way through the great room over to the stairs. She made sure to hold her flagging tail up as high as she could manage. Remembering how Serenity walked back in Rarity’s Recreations on the catwalk, she had an exaggerated sway in her hips.

“I can see what Airy sees in you.” Tinkerer grinned as he watched her, on the surface at any rate, move effortlessly towards the stairs. He admired the way she was able to do that, even factoring in using her wing tips as a guide. He doubted he could do that, and this was his house! “You are all mare and one of many talents.”

“Well thank you, kind Sir,” Wildfire hiked her tail ever higher, adding a swish of it in time with her steps. Tinkerer waited until she had started to climb the stairs then, getting in close to her, he blew a cool breath over her nethers, aiming straight for her thin panties that were stretched tantalisingly over her swollen puffy labia. “Ooooh! Ooooh! I like that!”

Tinkerer inhaled, breathing in deeply of her heated scent. “Not complaining myself.”

Each breath that hit her crotch, Wildfire’s wings fluttered of their own accord. By the time she had reached the top of the stairs, there was a very definite damp patch on gusset of her panties. “Here we are...bedroom!”

Again, the dark green stallion was impressed with her. “Very good and it isn't Path's bedroom.” He moved alongside her and caressed her flank with his wingtip. “Now we’re here, please allow me to take off your dress.”

“No...it's the master one, right?” Wildfire asked, suddenly unsure of herself, even though she had been absolutely sure of where she was. She had even counted the rooms and everything. This worried her, if her way of getting about indoors was failing her, she didn’t know what she’d do.

“Yes Wily, you have the right bedroom.” Tinkerer wanted to kick himself so hard he would’ve sent himself into orbit. He settled for facehooving at his own foolishness. “Should I cut back on teasing you?”

“No, it's fine, really,” Wildfire offered up a hopefully reassuring smile when she heard the downcast tone of his voice. Internally, she kicked herself. “I can be a little dense sometimes, that's all. And, I'd love for you to remove my dress, please.”

Once they were inside the master bedroom, hooves muffled a little by the very thick high end carpet, Tinkerer slowly removed the fine blue dress she was wearing, using his wings and hooves in equal measure to strip her of the corset as well, before he placed the garments on a hanger. “The inner wrapping hidden by the dress is quite beautiful, I think.”

Once the dress and the corset had been removed, Wildfire blushed a very deep red indeed. “Poetic, I like that.”

After he had carefully undressed her, Tinkerer made a very noisy show of climbing up on the bed, smiling as he noted Wildfire’s ears move, tracking his every move. “Join me, Wily.”

Nodding, Wildfire felt for the bed. As soon as she touched it, she was up as well. By the way she sank into it just a little, she guessed it was an enchanted cloud mattress under the sheets. “Alrighty!” She decided almost straight away, she liked this bed. It smelled of lavender and ponies.

The amount of time, slim as it was, that Wildfire took to get on the bed, Tinkerer chose to spend admiring the rest of her attire, especially the peephole bra and the panties. “By the look of this lingerie, I do believe you had Airmail in mind when you bought it. Belle doesn’t have a set like this, but I think it would look nice on her when she has a bit of a bump.”

Wildfire giggled, “You know Airy has a thing for teats, right?” she asked, the question completely rhetorical as she rolled onto her side so that she was facing the dark green stallion.

“Is there anypony in Equestria that doesn't?” Tinkerer asked, a playful snicker in his voice. “Still, Belle has a number of panties, but no one bra. Let alone a cut out one. I actually thought only milk mares had bras to protect themselves.”

“That would make sense,” Wildfire mused out loud, “though I don't recall Airy's mom wearing one and she was definitely a milk mare.”

Tinkerer leant forward and, with a great deal of affection, he nuzzled Wildfire’s right ear. “Spent the day shopping with her or...ah, farming!” he exclaimed, memories of Bluesky and her rather large, well-endowed breasts very prevalent in his mind, and in other areas. “Yes, with her in the fields?”

“Hmmm...oooh...w-we flew, with Bluesky from the train station, then she allowed me and Airy to drink from her.”

Tinkerer, who was still nuzzling Wildfire’s ear, began nibbling gently on the leading edge. Now, he truly saw what Airmail saw in her. She was completely adorable. “I was teasing again, but that is a sweet treat. I saw Blue in Filly when her daughter got an award. She was working her way through the herd so we got a taste of her milk, but she was wearing a bra as she went about town.”

Wildfire, whose senses were busy being overloaded with lavender and the pleasurable sensations from her nibbled upon ear, blushed and cooed, her yellow wings fluttering as she caressed his broad neck with her hoof. “I um...I really need to work on my tease detection skills, don't I?”

No, the stallion was absolutely convinced there was nothing she needed to change in the slightest. “From what I've heard I just need to cover my tease with oatmeal or chocolate, unless there is something else you Wily sense can detect?” he asked playfully, now moving in front of her face and licking her nose.

“Nnnnaaaah...ch-chocolate covers many sins, Tink.” Wildfire moaned, Tinkerer’s actions only serving to ignite her underlying heat, the hoof she had on his neck wandering slowly up and she started to gently feel his face.

“Wildfire, may I touch you anywhere?”

Without hesitation, the little blind mare nodded. “Anywhere.”

Tinkerer smiled warmly before summoning his resolve and leaning in just slightly. Very gently, he kissed her right eye socket, tenderly, he brushed his lips over her ugly acid scars that covered a good proportion of her face. “It is true, you do have beautiful eyes.”

Laying next to him on the bed, Wildfire felt his lips on her scar tissue and her hollow sockets, she couldn’t help but blush at the intimate contact. “Th-Thank you, Tink.” She had her hooves caressing his cheeks, taking in his features into her mind’s eye. “You're a handsome stallion, too.”

As Wildfire carefully explored Tinkerer’s face, the sensitive frogs of her hooves picking up the curve of his cheekbones, the shape of his strong jaw and the slight hollows in front of his ears, her smile widened. She liked this face. It was a kind face. “I remember,” she said softly, “after we came up from the Mare's Room that Thursday, after Tempest told Dusky and you all what had happened to me, you were one of them that preened my wings.”

Tinkerer shuddered involuntarily, he couldn’t help it. He recalled that Thursday as well as anypony in the herd. The look of sheer unadulterated outrage on Tempest’s face…well, nopony who knew wanted to be the cause of that face on Tempest, and then the fallout and disclosure of what had happened to Wildfire. It had been an extraordinary day. “I have had a little practice in that department, and with Tempest as a teacher, one doesn't mess up.”

“You really didn't...” she had her hooves around the stallion’s ears and his forehead. “That Thursday seems a lifetime away, now.”

Tinkerer moved in close and he delivered a long, deep kiss. “To a lifetime to come.”

“Mmmmm!” Wildfire’s hooves went from exploring Tinkerer’s face to wrapping tightly around the stallion’s shoulders, she pulled him willingly into a hug that she added her right wing to. She held the future father of her filly as close to her as she could. She gave a little nod of her head and her tongue was ready to play with his, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

Tinkerer, lost in the loving embrace, decided that much kissing and groping will be the order of events ‘till Belle got home. He was quite happy for this state of events to continue for the next forty-five minutes. The dark green stallion trailed tender flowery kisses down her cheek and all the way to her neck. Moments later, he got to her wings. Wings that he saw immediately were tight and strained. “Have you had a stressful day?”

“Hmmm...a-a bit, you aaah,” the hooves that were feeling like liquid heaven on her tired muscles, “you heard about the big Broncs fire?”

Silently, he started massaging her taut flight muscles. They really were knotted up something fierce. “I caught a bit of that on the radio. Real big fire, lots of units responded. So, Firefighter Wildfire fought the wild fire, hmm?”

“Teehee, hmmm yuppers,” Wildfire giggled, thought what she wanted to do was moan with barely contained lust as those wondrous hooves rubbed delicate little circles all over her wing joints where they met her barrel. “My name sounds ironic when you put it like that,” she purred.

“I just let words fall out my mouth and hope the come out in some decent order.”

Wildfire, her fluttering yellow wings standing at half-mast from the beautiful, marvellous attention she was receiving. “Well…oooh you're good at that...I-I'm a lot like that, Ti-Tink…”

“Common ground.” Tinkerer said as his hooves moved up the underside of the diminutive mare’s wings, massaging her secondary and primary feathers. He loved the way they shivered like they did. “Belle is rather good with words, then she does it for a living. I've been around wings pretty much all my life. Developed a knack for it.”

“I either come up with some poem or I put my hoof in it and say something silly...hmmm...hooves!” she squeaked once his hooves reached her primary feathers.

“Hey, what do you know?” Tinkerer snickered, “We both have four hooves!”

“Yu-Yuppers we do!” By now, Wildfire’s wings were fully erect, the wingboner making them stand rigid. “Hooves are just about the best thing ever. Ever had yours tongue washed?”

Tinkerer shook his head, a motion that the blind mare could feel on the pillow. “Belle told me about you and Requiem doing Princess Luna's hooves. When I finish with your wings, you can let me experience that.”

“That was just exquisite.” Almost as exquisite as the perfect wing massage she was being treated to right now on this bed. “I wasn't gonna pass up the chance to lick and kiss Luna's hooves, was I?”

“Airy has made it known to the herd what she thinks about hooves.” Tinkerer said, his hooves now gently stroking the leading edges of her stiff limbs. He just loved the way her tail was up so high it was almost touching the back of her head. “She is one fastidious mare on hoof care.”

“Yuppers, she's explained it to me ah...after I tried to hoof her.”

Tinkerer laughed out loud, the very image of what that must’ve been like burning a hole into his mind. “I'm sure that would have been interesting to hear, but none of my business.” He decided he didn’t need to hear all the details, however, he would store the image for later use. “How are your wings feeling now?”

It took some time, and a tiny amount of effort, but Wildfire flexed her wings. Wings that were feeling like she’d gone to the Pegasi Store and selected two new ones off the shelf. “Wow...they're feeling just...wow!”

“You can stop in anytime for a massage, Wily, but I'll not take preening away from Tempest.” He wanted to be quite clear on that score. It would be safer to take a fresh kill from a manticore. “So, do I need to prep anything for my hoof treatment?” he was genuinely curious on this, as Belle had never shown interest in doing that. Not that he had, either.

Wildfire snickered, “I think it's wise not to take preenings away from Honey.” There was a tiny part of her – the part that had been Amethyst Glory’s plaything for the last five years - that wanted to just take up his hooves and lick them right then and there, no questions asked, because she was a good pony.

Then, there was the other part. The part that had been living with Airmail and Tempest for almost a month. The part of her that was free. The part that was living for the future, not a prisoner of her past. That part, nudged on by a tiny little Airmail in her head, won. “Are your hooves clean?”

The moment she asked, Tinkerer looked down at his hooves. “Ah, not really.” He admitted, feeling rather like a colt coming in from playing for his tea and having his mother check them before allowing him to sit at the table. “I haven't washed them since I got home from work.” He had wiped them on the ‘welcome’ mat, but there were still remnants of dust, small cracks and general dirt in them.

“Well then,” Wildfire said, still fighting that part of her that would’ve dived in and licked them clean regardless of what was on them, “We need to get you in the bath and give them a scrub first.”

“Okay, but you'll be outside the tub?” Tinkerer asked, as Wildfire was still wearing her lingerie. “Don't want your outfit getting wet.”

“Yuppers, I'll be sat next to the tub while we make your hooves gleam and shine so bright even I’ll be able to see them!”

Tinkerer gave her a light little kiss. “Do I need to run a bath, or will the sink and towels do?” He wanted to know, as this was most definitely her territory.

Blushing like a school filly at the kiss she had just received, Wildfire somehow managed to get herself off of the bed and she swayed her way through to the master bathroom. Fortunately, in spite of her heat, she remembered where it was. “Oh, sink and towels will be fine for a light soiling. What do you do, again?”

“Construction work.” Tinkerer answered, briefly glancing at his cutie mark of two crossed hammers before looking back at his guest’s soaked crotch. “I can lift some heavy loads for working on the tall buildings.”

“Big strong stallion.” Wildfire smiled over her shoulder at the deep voice behind her. “So, sink and towels for most things, grease and oil, in the tub.” She didn’t shudder this time, nor did ‘that’ voice raise its ugly head. Yes, she had personally licked much, much worse substances and fluids from the Wardens’ hooves, but that was gone now. Never to return.

Again, Tinkerer looked at his hooves, studying them properly in the bright light of the bathroom. “Hmm, there’s sawdust in the frog, and the toes are a bit scuffed and rough.” As were the white walls, the soles and the bulbs, but he didn’t want to go into too much detail of how little he cared for them.

“Sink and towels are fine then.” Wildfire commented as she was feeling her way in more depth around the bathroom. In no time at all she had located the freestanding bath and the pedestal sink nearby it. “What hoof care products do you use?”

“Ummmm,” now, Tinkerer did feel a bit like a chastised colt. “Uh, a hoof file when I need it?” When Wildfire shot him a look that screamed ‘typical stallion’, he followed up with, “I think Belle has some products…” and it was true. There were many, many bottles, vials, lotions and potions in the bathroom, a good ninety per cent of which he had no clue as to their use.

Trying hard not to giggle, and failing, Wildfire said, “Keratex is good for repairing cracked and scuffed hooves, Tink.”

“Ummm, okay...” if he was honest, he wouldn’t know if they had that or not. He had one bottle for shampoo, one conditioner, one soap and a toothbrush. Job done. Belle however, he was sure could open a store with how many bottles of ‘things’ she owned.

Thankfully, to save him from Wildfire’s little interrogation, the front door opened, heralding the return of his wife. “Left Step can't live up to her name!” the twenty-four year old olive drab unicorn mare shouted as she kicked the door closed behind her. “Where you at love?”

“Master bathroom!”

“Cleaning hooves!” Wildfire added helpfully as she heard Tinkerer – possibly louder than was necessary – get himself into the bathtub. She chose to sit on the toilet as from there she could reach the bath and the sink. “Hi Belle!”

“Wildfire! You're here!” Belle thundered up the stairs, making sure to tromp her hooves loudly up the steps so that her guest knew where she was. As she got to the bathroom however, she stopped, caught short by the sight that greeted her. “Woah, you are dressed to impress, aren’t you?”

Wildfire gasped in the hug, at once mistaking her herd-mate for an earth pony she was hugging her so tight. “H-Hey, it's kinda for Airy but I figured you two'd like it as well.”

Eager to inspect, the young unicorn mare moved around Wildfire’s little body. She had to say she approved of her choice of clothing. A lot. “Yes, the cut-out bra is very Airy. So, Tink, why are you in the tub?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

Tinkerer bowed to his more dominant partner. “Mistress Wily commanded I be in the tub.”

Giggling, Wildfire posed a little to – hopefully - flaunt her goodies. “Tink gave me the best wing massage, so I wanted to return the favour and service his hooves. That's why he's giving them a clean before I start.”

Belle laughed a sweet little tinkling laugh, for she knew what her husband’s idea of hoof care was. She said as much too. “That would be a wipe with a towel and hoof file if needed. I do have some products, you looking for anything in particular, Wily?” she asked, well aware of the blind mare’s expertise in this field.

Wildfire was pleased that Belle was back. She doubted if Tinkerer, sweet and sexy as he was, had ever heard of what she was about to ask for. “Hydrophane hoof oil if you have it, and Keratex really is awesomes for healing minor scuffs and cracks.” she blushed bright red, “You know there's flavoured polish too?”

Belle scanned her shelves, shelves that would’ve put any beauty salon to shame, and she eventually found the items in question, along with the graduated files, applicator brushes and clothes as well. “I have the first two, but not the last. I have flavoured panties though!” she added with a giggle.

Tinkerer smiled, “I do like the strawberry ones.”

“Hydrophane is good, I guess you have to be really into hooves to have the edible polish.” She blushed again, her mind wandering from hooves to the panties that she wore, which felt quite tight and wet. “These aren't strawberry flavoured, more horny mare...”

Quickly, and without warning, Belle shoved her nose under Wildfire's tail, so hard that she pressed the wetted gusset of the panties into her marehood, much like Mapper had done to Octavia at the Open Mic night. Straightaway, with one inhalation, she detected the unmistakeable taste of mare in heat. “She's right Tink, very much horny mare flavoured.”

Tinkerer snickered, “I'll give that a tie with Strawberry.”

Once her inspection was complete, Belle lit her horn and she levitated down the hoof oil and the crack repairing keratex. She placed them so that they were touching her hooves on the sink so that she knew where they were. “Okay, here is what you need. Did the lunk feed you anything, or are you hungry?”

Wildfire, who had been poised on the closed toilet, let out a very loud and surprised meep as Belle’s nose had gone into her crotch. This of course had the effect of flagging her tail up even higher than before. Her wings also showed their approval. “Aaaah, we ah, we had coffee, I ate with Airy and Stormy, but something chocolatey would be nice…” at that, she tried to regain some lost composure as she got the hoof oil onto one of the brushes and started her work.

"Okay, I can do that, we have cake. I'll bring it up to the bedroom and wait for you two to finish in here."

As Belle took her leave of the master bathroom to get the cake which she knew was sitting in the fridge, Wildfire went to work on her husband’s hooves. It quickly became apparent to the blind pony that Tinkerer, being a pegasus, didn't have the natural earth pony magic to protect his hooves. She carefully worked the oil and the keratex into the cracks, using the brush and clothes to make sure she got it everywhere. “Hmm,” she felt his worn hooves with her own, “I can tell you work with these, Tink.”

“A lot of moving and lifting.” Tinkerer explained, trying hard to not moan as every surface of his hooves received loving attention. As a labourer that worked with his hooves they were scuffed and had minor chips along the edges. “We're a mixed tribe gang. Unicorns do the fine tune movement, but can't lift from the ground. Earth Ponies do a lot of the nuts, bolts and rivets for the final work. Us pegasi move things from A to B.”

Wildfire, who had been listening whilst busy rubbing in the hoof oil to his left forehoof now it was clean, asked, “How does that feel?”

“It feels...comfortable, and relaxing.” Tinkerer admitted and, to his very great surprise, he actually liked it, though he wouldn’t admit it to any of his work colleagues on the building site.

“Hmhmm!” Wildfire murmured proudly. “Give the oil a moment to dry,” she said as she got to work on your right hoof, getting the oil everywhere as she repeated her ministrations, though this one needed the keratex as it was slightly more chipped than the one before it. “Then I'll show you relaxing!”

Tinkerer was in heaven. “He-Here in the tub or out there with our audience?” he asked as he watched the blind mare tend to his hooves. If spa treatments were like this, he was definitely going next time, instead of refusing like he usually did when Belle wanted to go.

“Oh, definitely out there.” Wildfire raised her eyebrows for a 'wink' in Tinkerer’s direction.

“You know, this is nice, I usually don't fuss much with my hooves.” Tinkerer said, though he realised how obvious that statement was when he watched her work the repair cream into the toe of his hooves. “I normally just work out the bad nicks or chips.”

“Well,” Wildfire smiled, gently working in the oil now over the toe, white wall and the frog. “If I'm allowed in for a free wing massage as and when, you get Wily hoof love too.”

“I do believe this has all the makings of a wonderful partnership!” Tinkerer declared, just as the smell of chocolate came wafting tantalisingly through the open bathroom door from the master bedroom.

Wildfire sniffed the air reflexively. “Ah! I smell my second favourite thing! Your hooves should be dry and ready by now, Tink.”

“They are shinny.” He raised his left forehoof up and he touched the toe to his lips. “And yet they’re dry.”

“Then you're ready sweetie. Wanna follow my tail again?”

Tinkerer snickered and, when Wildfire turned around to walk out towards the scent of heaven that was the chocolate cake, he hopped out of the freestanding tub onto his new, shiny squeaky clean hooves. “I think I can manage that manoeuvre.” Over her shoulder, Wildfire blew him a kiss before turning back to face the waft of chocolate, her tail raised up very high indeed to show off her damp panties. “My hoof may be the only dry thing here.”

"For now..." Wildfire commented as she sauntered along with swaying hips, tail up wafting her scent in the dark green stallion's direction as she sniffed out the chocolate. When she got to the bedroom it didn't quite smell right. "Chocolate! But, Belle, it doesn't smell like cake."

Laid on the bed, next to her newly produced chocolate fountain, she had eschewed the cake in favour of this, Belle smiled, "It's not. I'm in awe of the Wily sense. I changed my mind and made us a chocolate fountain with lots of dipping stuffs." She then giggled, "I made popcorn too, but that is for me to snack on, during the show."

When she got into bed, Wildfire could smell the various fruits along with the chocolate. She had an idea, a rather sexy, hot idea. "I've got an idea, Tink?"

“I'm up for ideas.”

As her husband got on the bed, Belle giggled again. “I was expecting you to be a bit more 'up' by now, love.”

Tinkerer snorted, the only reason he wasn’t fully erect already, just from Wildfire’s scent alone, was through sheer force of willpower. That, and the fact that his wife didn’t like him to be erect without permission. “Waste not, want not.”

Wildfire licked her lips in anticipation of enacting the idea she had thought of. “Could you be a total sweetie and dip the toe of your hoof in the fountain, please?”

Tinkerer immediately caught onto what Wildfire had planned. Grinning, he dipped the toe of his left forehoof into the chocolate fountain, but with a swirl so that it was covered but not dripping. Thoughtfully, Belle placed a towel out which Tinkerer moved under his leg, just in case. “Done.”

“A-Alrighty…” Wildfire bit her lip and, as she sniffed, she reached out with her hooves and raised up the chocolate covered hoof to her lips. “Oooooh...” she moaned, giving the toe the same kind of tentative lick she gave the salted caramel donut. Lovingly, she dragged her tongue over the white wall, tasting the semi-sweet dark chocolate as she did so.

Tinkerer’s eyes almost crossed, it felt that good. “Mmmmmm, that is nice!”

Belle laughed, “I can see receiving, but giving? Don't know.”

Wildfire was, by now, in her own little micro-universe that consisted solely of Tinkerer’s chocolate covered hoof. “Mmmm is aaaawesomes!” she switched up to lick straight up the centre of Tinkerer's frog, she dragged her tongue between the bulbs and she ended at the sole.

As she licked and sucked, the dark green stallion’s hoof jerked a little but it didn’t leave Wildfire’s grasp. “Yeah, I can see why others like to be at this end of the tongue.” The little mare just smiled, licking back down to the bulbs she sucked on one then the other. Seeing that the show had well and truly started, Belle moved on from eating chocolate covered fruit to her popcorn, while Tinkerer was knelt there with his eyes closed and not thinking about food at all.

Watching, Belle said nothing when she saw her husband slip from his sheath. Wildfire, unaware of this development, lifted up Tinkerer’s other forehoof and, holding them both together, she licked between them, kissing the sole of each one. She loved this technique. It always got the results she wanted.

Tinkerer, who was utterly enjoying this stimulation, if his erection was anything to go by, opened his eyes and looked at Belle. His wife gave him a slight shake of her head. Smiling, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the attention. Wildfire kept on licking his hooves until she couldn't taste the chocolate anymore. “Hmmm!” Again, her tail was well up and her wings were hard. “How'd you like that?”

“Second best foreplay ever.”

Belle rolled her eyes, popcorn held in her magic. “Nice save.”

“I'm glad you liked it.” As she said that, Tinkerer leant in and he licked at the chocolate that was around Wildfire’s lips and he followed it up with a very, very deep kiss. Wildfire, in response, wrapped her forelegs around his broad neck and returned the deep kiss with one of her own. While she kissed him, her left foreleg trailed tentatively down his body to his crotch.

Tinkerer, by now fully aroused both at his crotch and his wings, was more than happy to let Wildfire’s hoof wander wherever she liked. After a few seconds, she reached her target. The moment her hoof contacted his hard stallionhood, she pulled away with a gasp – certain memories were, after all, more pleasant than others – before she returned it, blushing. “Um...sorry...wow...” she ran her hoof slowly up and down his erect length.

“I don't know if I should be pleased for offended.” Tinkerer said kindly, as he knew full well of Wildfire’s past. He was amazed she had made it this far to be able to stroke his rod.

Belle laughed, “I've always been pleased.”

Wildfire, at her herd-mate’s cock, was still blushing very red. She knew, as she lowered her head towards it, using her hoof as a guide, that she shouldn’t be thinking of the Wardens and the Punishers. “You um, you should be pleased, Tink.”

Tinkerer’s heart was on the verge of melting, she was that adorable. “I was teasing…Mmmmm!” further comment though was lost to the ether when Wildfire, with her head down at the base of his shaft, kissed and licked her way all the way up the length of his throbbing stallionhood. “Aaaaaahhhmmmmmm!”

Belle was loving this. “She does look ready from my point of view.” She commented, watching as Wildfire opened her mouth and, with the flat head of Tinkerer’s cock in her mouth, she descended down to his medial ring with no difficulty whatsoever. All he could do was open his hind legs. “Now that I'll be happy to do. Go, Wily, go!”

Wildfire smile a little around Tinkerer's length, very proud at the praise she had received. She pulled up about a quarter of the way and then she descended back down, almost to the hilt this time. Tinkerer, being but a stallion, was of course loving this attention, who wouldn’t? But that wasn’t why she was here. “W-Wily, I...I don't think that is how you get pregnant. I've done this before.”

With yet another blush colouring her cheeks, Wildfire pulled off, leaving a trail of spit between her and Tinkerer’s shaft. “Oh, um, you're right Tink…” she felt incredibly stupid.

Belle, almost falling off the bed she was laughing so hard, didn’t help any. “Maybe she just wants to be sure you're not shooting blanks.”

“I thought, um, I dunno what I thought…” Wildfire, almost expecting Amethyst’s harsh tones or Auumn’s whip at any moment, turned around on the bed and lowered her head, lifting her ass up into the air. This much, she knew, was right.

Realising that a big shift had occurred in his guest’s mood, and not for the better, Tinkerer carefully moved alongside the little yellow mare and he kissed her as deeply as he could, to remind her where she was and who they were. The bed moved and Belle also got in position on her other side and gave her a little kiss. “Well, it does take time to recharge, and not sure if you wanted to waste a chance at getting pregnant. Now if you're in no hurry…”

Belle couldn’t help herself. “So says the stallion about to pop!”

Wildfire, with her head buried in the comforter on the bed, returned the kiss to both Tinkerer and Belle as much as she could, though when she spoke, her voice was considerably meeker than before. It was like she was a different mare. “Um, I'm not in a hurry, I mean we have the weekend, right? I um...oooh...this, it's silly...”

Tinkerer didn’t think it was silly in the slightest. He tried to gently lift her up but Wildfire wasn’t budging. Painfully, he wondered if the head down, ass up position was how she had been ‘trained’. He shoved that thought, kicking and screaming, out of his head. “I want you to be comfortable about this, Wily.”

“Yeah,” Belle agreed, “Though I'd still like a good show.”

“Hush love, don't make this any harder than it is.”

Belle, unused to the stern look she had received from her husband, nodded and magically removed the chocolate fountain from the bed. “Hushing now.”

Tinkerer gave Wildfire’s cheek a lighter little kiss. “We will do this at your pace, and how you'd like it done.”

In spite of all their assurances though, Wildfire still felt stupid. There was no reason for her to react like this, and yet she was. “Well, it's just, um…” she whimpered as she sat up, tapping her forehooves together nervously, “You see, I've never pleasured a stallion. I um, I don't know what to do.” It sounded even more dumb and lame now she said it out loud. It was true, though. All the times the Punishers had been used on her, she had been restrained and they just used her until they were finished. She had never actively pleasured them.

“My best advice is to just be you.”

Belle snorted, “Always the less than helpful one.” She then saw just how badly her herd-mate was being affected by this and the theatre pony felt a huge swell of sympathy for her. That in mind, she decided to try and help. “So, you've been pleased by a mare, what do you like in that?”

“Oh...oh!” Wildfire perked up almost immediately, her aspect changing from morose to smiling as fast as one flips a light switch. “I love being hoofed, and watersports, and I love it when Airy and Stormy mount me,” she smiled a goofy little smile. “Stormy likes the backdoor way.”

“Well, that answers if Stormy has played the stallion for you.”

Tinkerer snickered as his wife laughed. “I don't think the backdoor way will get you pregnant either, but I can do that if you like.”

“Any port in a storm, right love?” Belle asked.

“This pleasure cruise is for Wily.”

“Thank you, both of you, thank you.” Wildfire ‘looked’ at both of the voices in front of her in turn, smiling a most genuine smile at both Tinkerer and at Belle. Fluttering her wings, she raised up a few inches from the bed and slid her sopping wet panties down her hind legs. “I think I'm ready for that cruise now.”

“Traditional mounting then?” Tinkerer asked, just to be sure, as when Wildfire landed, she was already in position, with her hind legs on the floor and her upper body resting on the bed itself.

“Oh sweet Luuuuuna yes!” Wildfire screamed desperately, as Tinkerer worked his way backwards nibbling on her ear, her neck, the base of her wing, flank and finally her cutie mark. The dark green stallion reached her dripping wet marehood and Wildfire’s heat got the best of her nerves, what with the sensitivity of her flanks, and everywhere else.

“Best to be sure you're ready, I think.” Tinkerer plunged his nose in under Wildfire’s black tail and he delivered a long slow probing lick with his broad tongue. He could literally taste the poor mare’s heat as it dripped from her snatch.

“HMMMMM!” Wildfire whimpered and moaned as she spread her hind legs and moved her tail far over to the side. “I'm reeeeeady! Sweet Luna I’m ready! Pleeeease!”

Tinkerer however, resisted the urge to mount her and rut her senseless. They were herd, after all. “Belle, keep an eye on her.” When his wife nodded solemnly, he placed his forehooves on Wildfire’s back as he reared up and lined himself – still hard as an iron rod – up with her pussy. A small bump and adjustment to the left and he was in, hilting inside her tunnel in one hard thrust.

As Tinkerer entered her, Wildfire let out a very loud, very lustful whinny, all her nerves now well and truly forgotten. Snorting on her back, the dark green pegasus pushed in and he moved his forehooves to the front of her wing joints. Withdrawing just past his medial ring, he thrust back inside her and he began his in and out motion. Whinnying little louder now, Wildfire moaned, “OOooOH yeeeees!”

Being well worked up already by the diminutive yellow mare’s blowjob and her hoof worship before he started, Tinkerer was unfortunately done in about a minute of hard carnal thrusting. His last pelvic thrust was hard and firm, he pulled back on her wings as he hilted and tapped her cervix. When he tapped her, he grunted and came, splashing her tunnel and filling her ready womb with his hot seed.

“LUUUNA!” Wildfire screamed as she reached her climax with him, she couldn’t tell, but as the stallion’s seed filled her, there was a visible yellow glow emanating from her womb as Princess Twilight's spell from the Gaming Night party was sealed with the meeting of sperm and egg.

Belle, watching with her popcorn, was surprised that Wildfire climaxed with her husband. She was even more surprised at the unexpected display of magic that shone from the panting mare’s core. It was a full minute before the bright glow subsided. She guessed, correctly, that it was the Princess’s spell ensuring conception, and it had happened in front of her eyes.

“Th-That felt....really tingly…” was all Wildfire could think of to say. If she was to describe it, it was like the most powerfully intense vibrations she had ever felt, all centred inside her. She’d never, ever felt an orgasm like that in her life.

Very slowly, Tinkerer backed off of Wildfire and he pulled out of her. Unusually, there was no residue, no spillage. It was like all his sperm had been funnelled into the blind mare. Not a drop was wasted. “Sorry I was so quick.”

“N-No...” Wildfire panted, “no problem...” she slumped hard on the bed. “You wanna go again later?” she giggled, for she sounded much more like 'herself' than she had before. “Belle did want a good show.”

The olive drab mare snorted out a laugh. “Still have some popcorn to share, but I think you'll have to wait ‘till morning for another go.” Almost as an example, she munched on a hoof-full of popcorn. “By the way, if you tie him up he performs even better.” Belle loved the way her submissive stallion could only blush to that statement.

“I think I can wait,” Wildfire giggled once she had her breath back. “As I recall, we both wore some fancy ropes that Thursday.”

“I do like a pony that is bound to me.” Belle purred with a very half-lidded, smoulderingly sexy look straight to her partner. “Are you one of those early ponies, Wily?”

“I'm a light sleeper, Belle, and an awful morning pony.” She smiled, “You could tie me up too, if you'd like, that'd be fun!”

Belle burst out into peals of laughter. “If I were to tie you both up, I don't think there will be much action. You get middle of the bed. That silly stallion of mine is a morning pony too.”

“That...may be a good point,” Wildfire conceded and she had a good laugh at herself. “Alrighty, I'm in the middle!”

Belle magically flicked both of Wildfire’s ears. “If my hoof wanders in the night is very much on purpose.”

As Tinkerer snickered, Wildfire felt her way up onto the bed and over to the middle of it. Still somewhat exhausted from the combined effects of the late hour, her heat and the first class rutting, as well as the magic working inside her that had drained a fair bit of her own energy, she collapsed face first onto the pillow. “If I let it wander, then that's on purpose too.”

“I like ponies with a purpose.” Belle laid on the right side of the bed, the side nearest the foal monitor and affectionately she kissed her herd-mate’s cheek. “G'night, and the show was worth the admission.”

Tinkerer crawled up next to her left side and he kissed her cheek, neck and her ear. “We can go again in the morning, Wily. I want you to have this foal.”

Laid in the middle of the husband and wife pair, Wildfire took the time to hug and kiss them both in equal measure. “Thank you, and um, thank you for understanding and going steady with me, I do appreciate it, guys.”

Tinkerer smiled and kissed Wildfire’s nose. “We are herd.”

Belle, snuggled behind her, kissed her ears. “We are herd.”

“Yuppers we are herd, again, thank you.” Wildfire gave them both a last round of hugs and kisses, though Belle, tired from her night in the theatre and watching the rutting, was asleep in under a minute. Tinkerer laid awake a little longer, looking at Wildfire with a forehoof resting on shoulder. Wildfire smiled and whispered 'thank you' and she was soon deep within Princess Luna’s dreamscape.

Once Tinkerer was sure his herd-mate was asleep, he whispered, “You're welcome.” Not long after that, he too was soon fast asleep.

~ ~ ~

“Hmm…” Wildfire was the first to wake on Saturday morning. At first, she didn’t realise where she was. She knew she was buried muzzle deep in a pony’s chest fur, but that it wasn’t Airmail or Tempest. Then, it hit her. She was in Tinkerer and Belle’s bedroom, laid on her side between the two of them with the olive drab mare behind her.

By process of elimination, therefore, it must be the dark green stallion whose chest she was drooling into. She heard the snores from those around her, she felt the heat from the sun through the open drapes almost as hot as the heat blossoming between her hind legs. The next thing she felt was something rock hard, like a leg, that was pressed against her inner thigh where no leg should be.

“Hmm...wh-what the...” Wildfire wondered just what was going on when she shifted her foreleg down to have a hesitant feel. “Oooh!” Even though she was the only one awake, she felt herself blush when she realised she was stroking Tinkerer’s erection. It made her giggle, to think that he could be fully erect and fully asleep at the same time. ‘Huh, that's a first...’ she thought as she lifted her head up and kissed Tinkerer's broad neck adding a nibble, her hoof gently stroking his length.

Tinkerer stirred, but he didn't wake up. Wildfire slowly kissed her way up the pegasus’s neck to his ear. “Good morning,” she purred, her hot breath tickling his fur before she began licking and kissing the inner part of his right ear. All the time, she was gently moving her left forehoof up and down his hard cock.

Slowly, Tinkerer opened his blue eyes. He was not at all startled by the method in which he was awakened. He did feel Wildfire’s forehoof on his member though, and that was the thing he chose to focus on in the half-light of the morning. “A fine morning it is. Glad to see you weren't scared off, Wily.”

“By this?” Wildfire smiled in response to that, her hoof continuously sliding over his shaft, her frog feeling every vein and bump along it’s length. “Nah, I love this…” her heat loved it too.

“I'm glad,” Tinkerer snickered, “I'm rather attached to it.” At that moment though, he stopped talking as he got a strong waft of Wildfire’s heated scent. He could see it in her body, it was taking control of her second by second. It was more than a little obvious, by the way she began to kiss her way down his ear to his neck, with added sexy nibbles along the way. He could tell she needed this so badly. “You're in control, let me know if I need to move, okay?” he said, kissing top of her head.

The moment he said that, Wildfire whined and she let out a very needy, very desperate whinny. “I need you Tink...so bad...” she added hot wet kisses in between each word. “Can you ah, hmmm, get on your back, please?”

Obligingly, Tinkerer slid his two hind legs under Wildfire’s little body and he easily rolled over onto his back with her on top of him, the little mare straddling his waist. “Something like this?” he asked, making Belle snort a little with loss of contact with her warm herd-mate on the bed.

“Yu-Yuppers!” Wildfire gasped, now that she was on top, straddling him, she slid down his body just a little to position herself with the flat head of his iron-hard cock ready at her dripping wet entrance. “Just like this…” she moaned with undisguised lust as she lowered herself down, not stopping until he was all the way inside her.

“I like a filly that takes control,” Tinkerer said, resting his forehooves on the yellow mare’s red fireball cutie marks.

“MmMmmm…I gathered,” Wildfire smiled and, with her forehooves positioned at his wing joints, she began to slide her soaking wet snatch up and down his rigid length, gasping with the feel of his hard girth filling her up, every vein and bump exciting the sensitive muscular walls of her tunnel.

As she started to get into a slow and steady rhythm, Wildfire rubbed her hooves in circles all around the spot where Tinkerer’s wings joined his barrel. Lost in the throes of her heat she may be, but she wanted this to last longer than a minute. Tinkerer, underneath her, was very happy to go with the flow. He was busy thinking about work so he doesn't come so quickly.

“Hmm aaaah oooooh T-Tink…” Without realising it, Wildfire had increased the speed with which she was rutting her herd-mate. “Ooooh! Yeeeeees! Lasting longer this time huh?” she managed to ask, she hilted him inside her pussy and she rocks backwards and forwards, just loving the way she was completely filled up.

“Trying.”

Smirking, Wildfire began to ride him again, completely enjoying the sensation of being spread and filled up, stuffed to her brim, though she was going slower to savour the feeling of every inch inside her. “You're a good boy, right?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good...oooooh I love a well behaved stallion.” Said well behaved stallion was now working very hard to not buck her into next week with his hips while she rode him, but thoughts of work were for some reason quite hard to hold onto. “You're gonna buck me, right, good boy?” she asked as sexily as she could as she rested on top of his body.

Tinkerer looked back at the wall behind him. “I think you're far enough away to not hit your head on the wall. Please move about the stallion in any way you feel for the duration of this ride.” He leant up and kissed her. “You ready?”

Wildfire kissed him back, very hard indeed. “Buck me.” she stated as firmly as she could. “Buck me until you fill me up with your seed. Rut me ‘till I can’t walk straight.”

Moving his forehooves to her hips, Tinkerer proceeded to buck her hard. When he pulled back, his cock was just at the medial ring before he seized her and slammed her back down his shaft until his head hit her cervix. “YEEEEEEES! Sweeeeet LUUUUUNA YEEEES!” she screamed out loud as she was forced upwards and slammed down again and again.

The wild ride lasted a good fifteen minutes in this fashion, Tinkerer used alternating thrust and gravity to ride Wildfire up and down his shaft ‘till he started to snort out hot breaths. Wildfire was screaming and moaning as she felt the pressure of his forehooves increase. “Wi-Wily…AAH, I-I'm gonna blow!”

“G-Good m-me tooooo!” Wildfire screamed, not being at all quiet. “Cuuum Tink! Fill me up!” On the next upswing, Tinkerer gripped Wildfire’s ass hard, so hard he left bruises, he kept her ass plastered to his groin as, with a mighty grunt, he came. He came hard, the surging torrent of hot sperm spattering against and through her cervical wall. She was filled up so much that there was a noticeable bulge in her belly.

“Wow...oh...oh wow sweet Luna...” She gasped, Tinkerer laying panting, fully inserted inside her, she herself took a very haggard breath and slumped forwards onto his belly, keeping him inside. Belle, who had been awakened by the screaming, and the rutting, clapped her hooves in appreciation next to them on the bed.

Again, just like the night before, there came a bright magical glow from her womb area. The sure sign that the ancient, powerful magic was being activated and sealed. Belle, full of awe, watched all this happen before her. “A fine performance, you can rest next to me, Wily while lover stallion prepares us breakfast in bed.”

“O-Okay Belle…” Wildfire gasped and, with the intention of getting off of her herd-mate, she rolled over onto her side. “Wow…”

Tinkerer however, held onto her and rolled with her, happy to hold her in place and to let nature pull him out. “No rush, I have to think of my breakfast menu.”

Wildfire wasn’t about to argue. “That was amazing!”

Tinkerer snickered, though he had to shield his eyes now as the sun was rising steadily into the morning sky. “I would agree.”

Belle nodded, hugging Wildfire from behind. “As would I.”

“I didn't know,” she panted, “it could be that good, with stallions.”

Belle snickered, though it was directed at her submissive husband who was using his wing to shield his eyes from the sun rather than her. “Don't worry, I won't tell Airy.” Tinkerer snickered himself as he at last slipped out of her. Again, there was no residue. “Tink, I'm thinking oatmeal, cinnamon, and honey for breakfast. Is that agreeable, Wily? With coffee, of course.”

Still in a bit of a daze, Wildfire nodded her head. “The Wily sense approves of this thing you call oatmeal.”

“So,” Belle started as Tinkerer finally let her go and he got himself off of the bed and he trotted out of the master bedroom, his hooves muffled by the thick carpet, “You doing well so far?”

“Yuppers Belle,” Wildfire smiled, turning over to face her herd-mate. “I'll admit I was more than a little nervous last night, but you've both been super awesomes!”

The olive drab mare gave Wildfire a light little kiss. “Stress doesn't help pregnancy, so we do want to make you comfortable.” That, and as they were both the youngest members of Caffeinated’s herd, both being just twenty four, she felt a great deal of affection for the blind pegasus.

Wildfire returned the kiss without hesitation. She was pleased that, for the moment, her heat had been sated. “I know, it was just... 'performing', with a stallion, after everything that's happened...it was scary. I know Tink isn't what I fear, though.”

“I hope here you feel safe and that there is nothing to fear. I can't remove your past, but we can give you a future.”

Wildfire couldn’t help but laugh a light little laugh at that. “All the herd has done that.”

“Recital invited Tink and I to the herd.” Belle explained, referring to her blue unicorn friend, “Best thing ever for the two of us.”

“Best thing ever was Dusky bringing me with him that Thursday.” Wildfire commented, her voice wasn’t sad, as such, nor was it happy either. “A month ago, I never dreamed my life would go like it has.”

Again, Belle kissed Wildfire’s cheek. “Sometimes good things happen to good ponies.”

“Yuppers, it took me a few days living with Pretty to realise I might just be a good pony.”

Belle giggled, “To quote a certain opera singer, 'All ponies are bad ponies'.”

Wildfire joined in with the very girly giggles. “I might just know that pony.” She leant in and she gave her herd-mate a hug. “Sometimes it still bothers me, like I'll hear something or smell something that reminds me of the care home, but, at last, I think I'm getting there.”

“That is because everyday things can be used for evil.” Belle said kindly. “Sounds and smells will bring that to the front, but then you have to stop and realise where you are.”

Before Wildfire could say anything else, Tinkerer re-entered the master bedroom carrying a fully laden silver tray on his back. “Breakfast is served.” Helpfully, Belle lit her horn and she levitated up a couple of little folding tables onto the bed. That done, she lifted the bowls of oatmeal and the coffee from her husband’s tray to the waiting tables.

Just as Wildfire was about to dive into her oatmeal, there came a little knock on the bedroom door. Pathfinder, a little two year old green unicorn colt, was stood at his parent’s door. “I hungry.”

Tinkerer got off of the bed. “I have some oatmeal here for you, son.”

Pathfinder, needing no further prompting, trotted into the bedroom. “Okay daddy!”

On the bed, next to Belle, Wildfire heard Pathfinder’s little voice and she beamed a wide smile. “Aw! He sounds adorable!”

Belle tried very hard to not be a typically proud mother. She failed completely. “He is maturing nicely. Of course, his magic really hasn't come in yet. I dread when the time comes to unicorn proof the house.”

“How's it been,” Wildfire asked, “coping and adapting, with a foal and everything?” she was very curious, but also wary, about this. She was relieved, greatly, to be able to talk about it with a mother her own age. Of course, she would’ve loved to have gone to her mother, but she couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to.

“He is two now, and he does well in day care.” Belle still had that extremely proud tone in her voice. “I took six months off after the birth. It helps a lot that Tink is good with foals, and Path really does love his sire.”

“Would you ever have not done it?”

“Oh, no,” Belle shook her head, smiling as Tinkerer helped their son get a bowl of oatmeal for him to eat. “This was planned I was at a good spot in my career that I could take time off.”

Wildfire smiled as she took a mouthful of her breakfast, mulling several things over in her head before she spoke again. “I've wanted to have a foal for as long as I can remember. The dream kept me sane I think, during the years in the care home.”

“That dream is most likely a reality now,” Belle nuzzled her herd-mate, going purely on what she had witnessed the night before and this morning, “but there’s no need for you to rush off.”

“I think you may be right,” Wildfire agreed. “Um, after both times with Tink, I felt a 'thing' here…” she pressed both of her hooves over her womb and belly. “It was like an intense…I dunno, a tingly...ness.”

Belle giggled, “Or it could be pegasus sperm has wings and tickles on the way in!”

“HAA!” Wildfire burst out laughing at that for a good few minutes, unfortunately she almost spat out a mouthful of oatmeal she had been enjoying at the time. “Teehee...oh, oh that's good...hehe...no, I ah, I wasn't going to rush anywhere.”

The olive drab mare, upset that her teasing hadn’t had the effect she wanted, pulled her best pouty lip face. “I'm serious here! Imagine unicorn sperm. All horny! Then it can't be too bad, Recital has had three foals.”

“Re-Really?” Wildfire made a valiant effort to finish the rest of her oatmeal, but she was giggling too hard. “Do pegasi sperm really have wings?” she cocked her head and she made like she was thinking about it. “Hmm, I guess that makes sense.”

From the door, Tinkerer snickered. “Once she is done pulling all four of your legs, she'll start on the wings. I should know.” As the dark green stallion came to his herd-mate’s rescue, Belle gave an offended sniff, but she had to hide her giggle behind her hoof.

“Oooh...” Wildfire coloured up in a deep red blush. “I ah, I did it again, didn’t I?”

Belle waved her worries away with a hoof in the air and a coffee flavoured kiss to her lips. “I am an actress and you're fresh to the herd and my ways.” The kiss became an affectionate, loving nuzzle. “Let me give you a proper introduction.” She turned to her little colt. “Pathfinder, this is Wildfire and she will be here through tomorrow. She is part of the herd.”

Pathfinder, when he spoke, sounded like he was a bit of a ways away – he was stood behind his father. “Hi.”

“Dad always said I was dense,” Wildfire smiled and returned the nuzzle. As she did so, she rotated her ears and reflexively she sniffed a couple of times, turning her head in Pathfinder's direction. She could tell where he was, but not how far away he was. “Oh hi Pathfinder, hoof bump?” she asked, holding hers out.

“Why eyes closed?” Pathfinder asked innocently as he looked up at Wildfire’s heavily scarred face.

The little yellow mare’s smile faltered a little but it was quickly back up in place. He was adorable, after all. “They aren't closed. I don't have any eyes. You can come and feel for yourself.”

“Ohhhhh…” Pathfinder wasn’t sure what to think about that, he did the sensible thing and he looked at his dad – who knew everything and was amazing – and when Tinkerer nodded, he bravely moved forward. “Hi.”

“She sees by touch so hold still so Wildfire can touch you.”

Pathfinder nodded at his mother’s instruction. “Okay momma.”

“Hi again!” Wildfire adjusted herself on the bed, letting out a little giggle as she held up her hooves so that she could feel the pony who was even smaller than she was. Helpfully, Pathfinder moved forwards just a smidge so that his cheek touches an outstretched hoof. “Aha, there you are, little one.” Very, very gently, not wanting to scare him off, she applied a little pressure as she felt both his cheeks and his muzzle.

“Not tickle.” Pathfinder passed his judgement on the feel of Wildfire’s hooves on his little green furred face.

“That's your mom's job.” Tinkerer put in, whereas Belle simply giggled, not denying the statement. Everypony who knew her, especially in the herd, knew she was a dom who had a fetish for tickling.

“I won't tickle, I promise.” Wildfire said, while her right hoof was under his jaw, her left went up the bridge of his tiny nose.

Tinkerer clarified, for his guest’s benefit. “He was surprised you're not tickling, Wily.”

“Oooh, I see,” she smiled, for she remembered Belle’s actions in the Dungeon of Caffeinated’s ranch that Thursday that felt a lifetime away, when the unicorn had used her magic to tickle Trails to the point of asphyxiation. As her hooves went up to his ears and playfully scratched behind them, Pathfinder didn’t flinch when she lightly bumped his little horn. When she had finished her inspection, Wildfire smiled. “Handsome little colt. You want to feel me?”

“Um...” unsure about that, because she did look a little scary, Pathfinder looked at his mom and dad and when they both nodded, he was assured. “Okay.”

“Let me lift you to the bed, Path.” She lit her horn and she used her magic to set her colt down on the comforter next to Wildfire and the folding breakfast tables.

“Wow!” Wildfire exclaimed, feeling the colt’s weight on the bed. “You're almost as big as me!” Although, if she was honest, almost everything was as big as or bigger than, her.

Pathfinder laughed at that. “Uh huh!” the little colt moved closer to her and he touched her wing with his hoof. He was fascinated by her yellow feathers. “Soft like you da.”

Belle giggled yet again. “I'm sure he will marry a pegasus just to preen.”

“And why not?” Wildfire asked, slowly she spread her wings. “Pegasus's are awesomes!” She loved the way that Pathfinder spent the next several minutes playing with the blind mare’s outstretched feathers. She adored the way he was so gentle and careful with her. She smiled at the gentle touch of his little hooves. She was sure, whoever he got with in the future, they were going to be well looked after.

“You are nice.” Pathfinder declared once he was done with exploring her wings and her fur. “What it like no eyes?”

Wildfire, ready for the question, didn’t falter this time. She did however take a moment to finish off her breakfast coffee before she answered. “Well...it's ah...sometimes it's scary, sometimes it hurts, but lots of nice ponies help me to feel my way around, Path.”

“I bump nose with eyes closed.” Pathfinder stated like it wasn’t obvious. He did let out a little giggle when Wildfire rubbed her nose to his own.

Belle, checking the clock, let out a rather large and extremely loud yawn. It had been late when the theatre actress had got in the night before, and it was early now, not much past eight in the morning. She needed her sleep for work. “I think it is a lovely day for the park while I get some more pre-performance sleep.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Wildfire, dense as she was, caught onto the non-so-subtle hint. “You wanna go to the park?”

“Yes!” Excitedly, Pathfinder bounced on the bed, so much so that he almost upset the folding tables, which Belle held stable with her magic. “Yes! Yes!”

Thoughtfully, Tinkerer took Pathfinder up in his wings and sets him to the floor before he could knock over the two tables. “I'd like that too.”

Wildfire smiled, “I bet you know where the best one is, too, right Path?”

Pathfinder shook his head. Though Wildfire of course couldn’t see that, Tinkerer put in, “I usually fly him there.”

“That's alright, Tink,” Wildfire grinned, “I feel like a good flight to stretch my wings.”

“Fly!” Now on the fluffy carpet, Pathfinder bounced, just as excitedly as he had on the bed. “Fly!”

“Oooh,” Wildfire carefully slid herself off of the bed, removing her bra as she did do. She figured that was a bit too risqué for a nice little trip to the park. Perhaps if she was going with her Mistress, maybe. “You like to fly?”

Eagerly, Pathfinder nodded his head, still bouncing as he did so. Tinkerer translated for Wildfire’s benefit. “He does. Path, you want to fly with Wildfire?”

Pathfinder bounced all the harder on the carpet. “Yes!”

Wildfire wasn’t expecting that. She was expecting a gentle flight, not to carry Tinkerer and Belle’s colt. A cello was one thing, entirely different altogether. Still, he was excited and she couldn’t let him down, could she? “A-Alrighty! I'd be happy to fly with you, Pathfinder.”

“Yeah!”

Belle said, “I'm going to lift him to your back.”

“Okay Belle,” Wildfire said, though what was running through her mind was entirely different. ‘Oooookay...okay...okay Wily you got this girl, it's cool, you've flown with foals before, you can do this...Yeah, but I could see back then...’

Her horn lit, Belle levitated Pathfinder onto Wildfire’s back. It was clear, by the way he held his forelegs in front of the leading edge of Wildfire’s wings and his hind legs were well back out of the way, that he knew how to fly. The little mare felt the colt’s weight in all the right places and smiled. “Somepony's done this before, right?”

“Fly!” Pathfinder squeaked excitedly now he was in position.

Once everything was ready, everything being Tinkerer getting Wildfire’s flight headset from her bag and giving her the address, which turned out to be Cadance Plaza, the dark green stallion led the way out of the house while Belle moved the folding breakfast tables off of the bed and, once they were on the floor, she flopped back on the bed, hastily pulling the drapes closed.

Outside in the warm sunshine, Wildfire took a moment to savour the day. “Feels like an awesomes Saturday morning, Tink.” Tinkerer, stood beside her on the back yard, nodded and murmured his agreement to that. As he asserted that it wasn’t a long way, Wildfire flicked her headset on via the bit in her mouth. “Lead the way, Tink.”

On the flight, short as it was, Pathfinder held on well and, showing his mount that he had done this before, he didn't move around as they flew along. Presently, when they were almost above their destination, Tinkerer spoke up. “Park looks pretty clear this early. I'm going to hover over the edge of the playground and it is about two feet straight down from there.”

“Alrighty Tink, I got this.” Wildfire responded, easily following his lavender scent on the way down until she had landed safely on the grass.

“Lay on your belly and he'll climb off.”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire did as she was told, laying down on the short well-kept grass. No sooner was she down than Pathfinder, in a practised motion, slid backwards until he was off. With an excited squeal of ‘Play!’ he galloped over to the nearby slide.

Tinkerer, keeping an eye on his colt, laid down next to his herd-mate. “Have you thought about this part?” he asked gently, unsure if she had or not. “How to keep track when they run off to play?”

“Honestly no, I haven't.” she tapped her forehooves together nervously, the warmth of the sun on her back and the nice smell of freshly cut grass not offering much comfort to her. “That and a whole load of other things are scaring me, Tink.”

“Shouldn't scare you, but it should make you think. I have it easy,” Tinkerer explained, leaning in to nuzzle Wildfire’s cheek as she fretted on the grass. “I just watch and he will wave when he moves to a new area. I taught him that.”

“That’s a good idea.” Wildfire took the nuzzle and she giggled nervously. “I put all this thought into having a foal, I haven't thought yet as to how I'd cope once she's here.

As Tinkerer snickered, a dull orange unicorn mare wearing sunglasses and headphones sat on a nearby bench, seemingly minding her business, swivelled her ears, listening to what they were saying. “You can have her lead you around with a leash.” The dark green stallion laughed, “Seriously though, you could put a tracker on her and make sure she comes to you when she moves to a new place and takes you with her.”

Wildfire, who was oblivious to the presence of the orange unicorn, laughed along with Tinkerer at the leash comment he just made. “Okay, even I know you're teasing now.” She giggled, “Now you mention it, a tracker does seem the obvious thing.”

“You can also ask one of your mini-herd mates to help too.” Tinkerer put in, “Just be careful of Mapper. She will teach your filly how to cheat at cards.”

“What, when I'm not looking, you mean?”

“Yeah, she is like that.” Though he laughed, Tinkerer became serious for a moment. “When she starts flying though, you'll really want a tracker.”

“Oh sweet Luna, yes I will.” It was a mark of how serious she was that she said ‘yes’, not ‘yuppers’. “I've got these transponders I use with the flight headset, so a tracker won't be much different.”

“So what are you nervous about?” Tinkerer asked as he watched Pathfinder go down the slide for the fifth time.

“Messing up I guess,” Wildfire answered honestly, her hoof tracing little circles in the grass. “You're gonna tell me not to worry, I know, but I can't help it, Tink.”

“I won't tell you that, as I worry too. I just don't let worry consume me. I do what I can and teach what I can. Then fix what needs fixing afterwards.”

Wildfire nodded her head at that. “I get that. Since the care home, I've learnt to overcome most things. I know deep down I'll be okay. I know what I can and can't do, and I know to ask for help.”

“You have the greater herd to ask too. You're not alone, Wildfire.”

The diminutive blind mare sniffed with a smile on her face. “That's the biggest thing I've learnt since being free.”

On little hooves, Pathfinder galloped up to his father and Wildfire. “Swim!”

Tinkerer grinned, for he knew full well that this was going to take up their whole morning, if not the rest of the day. Pathfinder loved swimming. “There is a fountain pool just up north a little bit.”

Wildfire was the first of them to her hooves. “Then let's go swim!”

As the three of them trotted across the park, the dull orange unicorn mare observed their passing on her park bench. Her horn lit, she smiled sadistically, the glint in her eye hidden by the sunglasses she wore. Autumn Leaves tapped her hooves together, now she had her prey, it was just a matter of time before she had her revenge. She tapped her hooves on the bench.

Tracking spells really were such useful things.