Airmail stepped into the huge stateroom on the ocean liner that Wildfire had booked for their honeymoon cruise and her mouth hung wide open in stunned amazement at the sheer opulence and luxury of it all. It was all pure white walls and golden decorations, very much in the style of Celestia. “Wily,” she breathed in awe, “You have to feel this place. It's huge!” she gazed around their stateroom and whistled in appreciation, “You didn't cut any corners on this.”

“Nopes!” beside her wife, Wildfire beamed a wide happy smile, “I went for the Celestia suite on purpose, Pretty.”

Thoughtfully, Airmail cocked her head to one side and considered that. It certainly explained the style of the décor. While she had never been in Celestia’s quarters like she had Luna’s, she supposed this stateroom was a fairly faithful representation. “You know, I kinked a wing trying to do it in that air taxi,” she snickered, thinking back to the spectacularly unsuccessful attempt at sex on the way over to Horseshoe Bay, “And not the kink I like.”

Wildfire giggled, “My poor Pretty,” she then turned to face her wife and she rubbed Airmail’s blue wings with her yellow ones. “Think we have enough room in here?”

Airmail was pretty sure they could have a decent sized Buckball tournament in this room, let alone sex. Still, one had to be sure about these things, and that meant a thorough physical experiment. “There’s only one way to find out, Wily.”

“I really want to find out!” Wildfire giggled as she lifted up on the toes of her hooves and placed a soft kiss on Airmail’s nose.

“First feel around the...” she was about to say ‘room’, but she caught herself at the last moment, “Rooms, and then you can pick a spot for our first successful attempt at post marital bliss.” Airmail walked wing in wing with Wildfire around the sitting room, and took the time to describe everything that the little mare touched, from the ornate side tables, the vases, the flowers, the paintings on the wall, the marble flooring, everything reeked of luxury.

“Oh my...this suite really is huge!” Wildfire exclaimed as she felt her way around the sitting room. The brochure had described everything when she had booked the room on her computer, but it didn’t do the stateroom a bit of justice. “I think on the four poster bed would be a good choice, Pretty.” She decided once the tour of the bedroom was completed.

“Brilliant!” Airmail smiled, looking around the room she wondered how closely the huge bedroom resembled the Princess’s own. It certainly would not look out of place in the royal palace, not from what she had seen of Dusk’s suite that one time. “I'm sure it can hold the both of us at the same time.”

Standing by the bed, Wildfire hopped up on it and bounced like it was a trampoline. She got some pretty good air on it too. “I think it can hold the herd!” she bounced around, not once touching the edges of the vast bed.

Very briefly, the thought of not jumping on the bed crossed Airmail's mind. She did not want a repair bill for breaking something that was probably more expensive than her house. Although, before long, the 'what the Tartarus' switch engaged in her head. Getting on the bed, the azure blue mare jumped and bounced beside Wildfire, glee all over her face. “With our bouncing, the herd would be on the floor.”

For a few more minutes, Wildfire enjoyed bouncing with Airmail like the two ponies were overgrown fillies before she collapsed into a fit of giggles. “That was fun!”

Airmail then collapsed softly on top of Wildfire, “It was…” she then started nibbling on the leading edge of the yellow mare’s right wing.

“Oh...ooooh...” Wildfire’s wings reacted almost instantly to that. She had never been one for wing control, and this time was no exception to the rule. Her wings stood out perfectly erect from her body, not that that slowed Airmail down. “Preeeetty!” she gasped, caressing the older mare’s wings with her hooves.

Playfully, Airmail nibbled further up her wife’s wing while her right forehoof started to play with Wildfire's teats. “I want this time to be memorable, Wily.”

“Ah! Aaaah yu-yuppers, me too Pretty!” Under Airmail’s magic touch, Wildfire’s nipples hardened on her teats, standing hard and erect like cherries on a cake. “We could make it properly memorable and use some of the toys I know Mapper sneaked into the luggage,” she suggested.

Airmail snickered. She thought Mapper was right, that Wildfire could see a lot more than she let on. Still, she had to admit the idea had its merits. “You on me or me on you? Then some toys may be for both.”

Wildfire knew exactly what she wanted. “I'd like you to top me, Pretty, tie me up, please!” she giggled, “You know I requested a four poster for a reason, right?”

Smiling, Airmail gave Wildfire a long, deep, hard passionate kiss and then she moved off the bed to investigate the trunk with bright red lips on it. The ship’s staff had bought their luggage on board and deposited it in the stateroom for them. They hadn’t had to lift a hoof, or wing. “Judging by the mark on the lid, this is the one Mapper packed.”

“Beauty did say Mapper had packed a few surprises, but she refused to say what they were,” Wildfire commented from the bed, seeing no immediate reason to get up. Airmail opened up the chest and, taking a look at the note on top of the contents, she started laughing. “What?” Wildfire sat up from her laid down position, “What is it?”

Airmail was still laughing as she explained to her wife what was in the trunk. “Everything in the chest is under a cover except for this note and a collar. The note says, ‘If my pet is the Dom, then you put on this collar, and I'll be the only one that can take it back off’.” Airmail giggled some more, “The collar is pink, by the way.”

Wildfire burst out laughing at that, because she could see Mapper doing exactly that. “Oh...oh that's good! But, if you don't mind, I'd like to wear the two tone one Pretty.”

When she removed the cover, Airmail saw straightaway there was the two tone blue and purple collar that Wildfire had purchased from the MiAC store weeks ago on her very first solo shopping adventure. “You're in luck!” she exclaimed as she wrapped the collar around her wife’s neck with the blue above the purple and buckled it in place. “Now, that is one hot fashion accessory.”

“It's my favourite accessory, I think,” she was all smiles once her collar was secure around her neck. As soon as it was on, she felt the power play between them begin. It was euphoric, addictive in its own way, to be submissive, to voluntarily give up her free will even though she was the one in control of the play.

It was a game she had come to adore playing.

Smiling broadly, Airmail returned to the chest. “I think Stormy and Ser had a hoof in packing this. First things first though,” the azure blue mare then noisily – so Wildfire could hear – removed her wedding dress and then, when she had hers off, she helped Wildfire off with her dress. “I want to wear these again on our anniversary,” she said by way of explanation, “but I don't want any feathers missing.” Airmail though chose not to remove the heart earring with the feather, but she did kiss the ear it was attached to. “That is too lovely to remove.” She then moved her head to tickle Wildfire with her earring feather.

“Hahaha!” Wildfire laughed and she duly squirmed, but she didn't put up much of a 'fight'. “Th-That tickles!”

Satisfied, Airmail went back to the chest to investigate the contents. Part of her was rather anxious, she hoped that Mapper hadn’t packed anything too extreme. This was Wildfire after all, not Serenity. As she searched though, she breathed a sigh of relief at what she saw. “I think there’s enough rope here to bind the herd!” she giggled, sorting through it all. “So, you want a complete shell? I will have to bind those titties of yours so they don't get away.”

“Go for it Pretty, aaah, I mean, Mistress,” Wildfire corrected herself with a giggle. “And you'd better bind them,” she said as she rolled onto her side and teasingly exposed her breasts to her wife, because she knew of her attraction to them, “Just in case they get away.”

“Up on your hooves then,” Airmail ordered, slipping into her dominant role as she selected a few of the ropes from the chest. While it had been an uncomfortable but tolerable role at first, now she had to admit she was more at ease with it.

“Yes Mistress!” Wildfire was immediately on her hooves on the bed. At least now she was at ‘eye level’ with her wife. With her consent given, Airmail picked up a coil of rope and rested it in her forelegs. She used her left forehoof to hold the rope loosely and pulled it through with his right which kept hold of the end. Her left hoof inspected the rope for any possible debris and judged her pulling speed to prevent any rope burn later. She watched Wildfire carefully and she could tell from her smile and breathing that she looked forward to some bondage play.

When the rope reached its end in her left hoof, Airmail placed both ends in her right. Holding the ends together, she pulled the rope back through her left hoof until it reached the centre point. The azure blue pegasus then walked over to the bed and looped the rope over Wildfire’s head so it fell just past her shoulder blades. Again, she tapped the rope on the smaller mare’s chest and Wildfire used her wings to hold it in place.

Full of excitement, for she always loved being dressed, whether it was by Mapper, Tempest or Airmail, Wildfire kept her head up and enjoyed the feeling of her lover’s skilled hooves at work while she held the rope in place. Airmail made the first pearl, a figure eight, with the rope even with the top of her chest. The rope flowed through the knot. Both strands side by side and there was no cross over in the knot with the two strands exiting the bottom.

Several more pearls followed with a practiced measured distance between each one. Still holding the rope, the dominant pegasus gently prodded Wildfire’s flank, a signal for her to turn, which she obeyed and turned to face away from her Mistress. She could feel Airmail near as she passed the rope between her legs and the rope pressed against each side of her ass. Without seeing, she knew from the times she had tied her up before that she was making the last pearl that would rest above the small of her back.

Airmail then took the ends of the rope and ran them under the loop at Wildfire’s shoulder blades. After a simple half-hitch knot with each length of rope she let the ends fall to the bed. She reached around with her foreleg and tapped Wildfire’s wings lightly. They immediately fell to her sides. Then, the pegasus inspected the two pearls from behind to see one lay above her ass crack and the other over her anus. She moved around to the front to check that the others lay over the clitoral hood, her navel, and below and above her breasts. She completed the short tour of her beloved and stood behind her once more.

Smiling at a job well done, Airmail then took up the ends of the rope to finish her tortoise shell binding. In short order, the silent dance around her was complete and all Wildfire could feel was the rope lightly touching her skin under her yellow fur as it ran down her front, under, and up her back. The submissive pegasus could then feel another knot tied at the base of each shoulder before Airmail’s hooves reached around to pass the rope ends over her breasts and between the two stands in her cleavage and then back under each breast.

This continued through the strands along her back and then between breast and navel. The ends were then threaded alongside her ass and back to the front between groin and navel. One last journey was made to her back above her butt and he pulled. Airmail continued to pull at various points driving the knots deep until they pressed into her skin. Wildfire’s breasts were forced apart by the spreading diamond between them and squeezed by the top and bottom ropes. A diamond between her breasts and navel grew forcing that pearl into her bellybutton. The diamond below that drove those knots into her ass and under the hood rubbing against her love button.

The tortoiseshell, completed by the comprehensive breast binding, made Airmail very aroused indeed. Particularly the breast binding. She rubbed her hoof over the even fuller tits. “My drool is making a wet spot on the bed, pet.” She giggled.

“I can picture it, Mistress,” Wildfire smiled, just as she could picture the ropes that so expertly bound her body, “Just wait till they're full and milky…”

“I'll try.” Airmail licked her lips, because she didn’t have to try very hard to indulge in her favourite fetish. “Now, onto your back, wings spread.”

“Alrighty,” with Airmail’s help, Wildfire got herself centred on the bed and, like she had been ordered, she stuck out her wings and her four legs towards the four corners of the bed. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.” The next thing that Wildfire heard was Airmail moving off the bed and then the sound of some running water. Then, the blind mare heard her wife trying to sneak back to the bed. Like a good pet, Wildfire played along with the sneaking and she turned her head the wrong way like she was 'looking' for her.

The next thing Wildfire felt was a warm washcloth that started to scrub her left rear hoof. “Eeek!” she exclaimed at the unexpected touch of the warm water on the sole of her hoof. “I love how tender you are with my hoof, Pretty.” As soon as it was clean – Wildfire assumed her hoof was clean – she felt her wife’s tongue dance over her frog. “Oooooooh yuppers I like that!” immediately she started to get very wet indeed.

Smirking, Airmail moved onto washing and worshipping first the other rear hoof and then Wildfire’s two forehooves. She slathered her tongue all over the toes, the white walls and the soles. She kissed and licked each frog and sucked on the bulbs like she was sucking on her lover’s nipples. By the time she was finished, Wildfire was a very aroused panting mess. Just how she wanted her. “You've really helped me overcome my fear, Wily. There was a time I didn't want to wash my own hooves, let alone somepony else’s.” She then moved up to plant a deep kiss on Wildfire’s lips.

“M-My pl-pleasure Pretty…” breathlessly, Wildfire returned the kiss.

“Now,” Airmail grinned as she reached into the chest for four more lengths of rope, “For safety reasons only, so I don't get kicked, I'll have to restrain these very clean hooves.”

“A wise precaution, Mistress.” Wildfire agreed with her wife and again, she felt Airmail begin with her left rear hoof and, once it was securely tied to the bedpost, she felt her work her way around until all four of her hooves were tied to their respective bedpost. Giving each rope a testing pull, she found herself fully immobile. And she was okay with that.

Wildfire was also fully exposed.

And she was more than okay with that.

“If I go too far, stop me love.” Airmail said as she lovingly caressed her wife’s cheek with her hoof. She knew her lover knew the game, she just wanted her to be absolutely sure. “You are more important than anything else to me.”

“My safe word is Peaches and I know how to use it Mistress,” Wildfire replied with confidence and, as soon as she did, Airmail ran some more rope around the phalanges of the right wing. Wildfire did not flinch, even though her wings had not been toyed with since the casts had been removed a couple of weeks ago. “That feels good, Mistress.” Wildfire reported, grateful that Airmail was taking care to not over-extend the wing. It was then tied down and Airmail moved over to the other wing to do the same. “That's good, Mistress, thank you.”

Happy that her pet was safely secured on the bed and, more importantly, that her wings were in no danger, Airmail moved off the bed and she rummaged deep in the toy chest. She made sure to purposefully make as much noise as she could amid the wood, metal and glass. ‘What in Equestria is she doing?’ Wildfire wondered to herself, for the noises offered little clues but they did serve to add to the building anticipation. Without warning, cold thick liquid was spread on both of her teats and the smell of chocolate was in the air. Airmail could no longer hold in the giggles. Wildfire sniffed and giggled, “I've been turned into a dessert!”

“Almost,” Airmail proceeded to squirt whipped cream on top of the chocolate and on Wildfire’s muzzle. “Now you’re my sexy dessert. Lap away.”

Licking her lips, Wildfire tasted the cream. “You can never have too much squirty cream,” as Wildfire spoke the sage truth, Airmail held a maraschino cherry in her teeth and lowers it down to her wife's lips. Wildfire took the cherry in her lips and in one go, she bit it in half and kissed Airmail at the same time, sharing half.

“Now, my sweet dessert, it's time to pop your cherry and see how tasty you are,” moving down Wildfire’s body, Airmail stopped at her spread open hind legs and stuffed several cherries deep into Wildfire’s pussy. Then, she followed up with her teeth and tongue and did not stop until she had popped them all. Wildfire, as soon as she felt Airmail’s snout in her marehood, arched her back and moaned, her juices mixing with the cherries.

Wildfire’s lewd moans were music to Airmail’s ear. She was content to continue the oral assault until she gave Wildfire her first orgasm of the night. Before very long, what with the way Airmail was lashing her tongue all around her moist muscular walls and her nose was rubbing over her hard exposed clitoris, Wildfire came, screaming and squirting all over Airmail's muzzle.

After she had drank down her wife’s ejaculate, Airmail moved up to tackle the chocolate and cream that coated Wildfire’s titties, while her right forehoof made a bigger mess of what was left of the cherries. “AAaaaAAAAH!” Wildfire screamed, arching her back again as she felt Airmail's skilled tongue lapping and sucking on her nipples and, at the same time, her wonderful hoof thrust inside her soaked marehood. “Mmmmm-Mistressssss!” Airmail worked hard to get a second climax from her wife and she was rewarded for her efforts. “A-Ai-Aaaaaaaairy!” Wildfire screamed and came for a second time, coating Airmail's hoof.

“Oh no,” Airmail snickered as she watched Wildfire pant heavily through her orgasm, “My hoof is so dirty now. Whatever can I do?”

Wildfire’s head was spinning from the euphoric high of the two climaxes she had just had, but even so, she knew the correct answer. “You could use me to clean it, Mistress!”

“But that hole is the one that dirtied it, my beautiful pet.”

“I could lick it clean, please, Mistress?”

Airmail just adored the hopeful eagerness that Wildfire begged with. The feeling of power over her, albeit an illusion, was quite arousing. She was beginning to see what Mapper liked about it. “That is an amazing idea, pet!” Airmail then slid her way up Wildfire's little body until her wet and dirty hoof was pressed to the yellow mare's lips. Once that was done, she moved her head to nibble on the joint between her body and her left wing. Airmail’s right rear leg ground between Wildfire's open legs.

“Oooooooh buuuuuuuck!” Wildfire moaned out in utter ecstasy and, as she slathered her tongue all over Airmail's dirty hoof, she again felt the rising crescendo of pleasure build in the core of her being. Thankfully, her Mistress was content enough with the sloppy hoof worship to not punish her for it. It was after all her distractions that were affecting her performance.

After several moments, Airmail switched forehooves so she could nibble on her pet’s right wing juncture. “GAAaaaAAAH Wooooowsers!” Wildfire squirmed uselessly in the ropes she was bound in and her snatch dripped so much it was a faucet. Airmail kept it up, happy to tease her lover up to, but not all the way to, a third climax. Once Wildfire was so very close, the azure blue mare got off the bed.

Immediately, predictably, Wildfire whined in frustration at the lack of contact, particularly when she had been so very close to cumming, a fact she vocalised, “Mi-Mistressssss!” she squirmed like a baited hook, “I was so close!”

Swiftly, after a quick visit to the toy chest, Airmail returned armed with a blue butt plug and vibrator. Smearing the plug over her soaked pussy and, when she judged it was sufficiently lubricated, she placed it in its proper hole, followed shortly afterwards by the larger vibrator in the other. She made sure that both toys were set to the low setting. “Oh, dear me! I need to check something on deck, back in a bit, pet!” she then kissed Wildfire’s lips and she left the room.

“Yo-You...whu...ebil…” Wildfire gasped when she realised that her Mistress had left the room and left her alone. She struggled a little in her bonds, which was a completely pointless gesture, as she was just as immobile now as she had been before. Unlike the first time she thought she had been left alone though, she did not panic, she moaned at the effects of the toys buzzing away inside her.

What Wildfire did not know was that Airmail was stood outside the door, with her head and ear pressed tight against the door just in case Wildfire was in any real distress. What she heard turned her on even more than she already was. Several extremely lewd “ooooohs!” and “aaaaaahs!” made their way through the door and made Airmail’s tail lift upwards.

Ten minutes later, and Airmail had to struggle to compose both her wings and her tail as she saw one of the ship’s army of stewards walking her way down the corridor. After speaking with him, Airmail had a bottle of fresh champagne on ice held under her wing. She stood outside the door, enjoying the sounds that her lover was making for a few more moments.

Seconds later and sure enough, Airmail heard the unmistakeable scream through the stateroom door that heralded Wildfire’s third orgasm of the evening and, smirking, she returned to the room. “So much for low setting.”

“I-I’m…aaaaaaAAAAH…I’m s-sorry Mistress!” Wildfire moaned, though she didn’t sound very sorry at all, far from it, in fact.

“I thought you might be thirsty,” Airmail opened the bottle with a deliberate ‘pop’ of the cork, “So I came back to my sexy pet, even though she was having a fun time without me.” Pouring out a glass of the champagne, Airmail held the glass to Wildfire’s lips so she could take a drink. The last thing she wanted her to do was dehydrate.

Wildfire, who knew what the drink was for, took a few short sips of the champagne rather than one large gulp and she sighed in relief. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Smirking, Airmail took a drink from the same glass she had allowed Wildfire to drink from. Still smirking, the azure blue mare then casually turned up the butt plug and the vibrator to their highest setting and she again held the glass for Wildfire to drink from. The blind pony’s reaction was instantaneous. “BUUUUUUUCK!” Wildfire thrust her crotch up into the air like a fish out of water, as if electricity was being passed through her body.

Airmail was thoroughly enjoying the show she was being treated to, as well as the many mewling screams that her pet was making as a fourth climax was well on its way. “Oh…oooooh Ai-Airy...Aaaaaairy!” she moaned between sips of the cool drink. Due to the near constant squirming Wildfire was doing, Airmail chose to deliver the champagne via a deep kiss. A few moments later, still locked in a tight passionate kiss, Wildfire climaxed for the fourth time.

As soon as Wildfire had stopped bucking about on the bed, Airmail turned off the toys, but she did not remove them. Instead, she left them in where they were. “How are you holding up, my love?”

Laying motionless on the bed, Wildfire panted hard from the many climaxes she had endured in the stateroom. “Th-The last one was a hard one, but I'm good, love.” She answered truthfully.

Affectionately, Airmail patted her wife’s head and then, as an idea occurred to her, the blue mare shook up what was left of the bottle and, sticking the bottle in her vagina, she let it go inside her, filling her hole with the champagne. “Now it’s my turn!” With a hoof in place over her pussy, Airmail sat down on Wildfire's face. When she removed her hoof, Wildfire moaned upwards and started to lick away with abandon.

Seated above her, Airmail could not hold in the champagne and, as Wildfire rubbed her nose left and right over Airmail’s clitoris, the yellow mare got plenty of fluids to drink. “Phhbbbbt…” Wildfire spluttered as she drank, and then she returned to eating out her wife's snatch like it was a four course meal. “Thank you Mistress!”

Wildfire’s words though were muffled deeply as Airmail leaned back, fully enjoying the tongue lashing her lover was giving her down below. She was in no rush to cum, instead of fucking her lover’s face she allowed her climax to come naturally. When she did orgasm, Wildfire drank it down like she had done with the champagne. But, she did not stop eating her out, she shoved her tongue all the way inside Airmail’s dripping tunnel.

Momentarily, Airmail lifted herself off of her wife’s muzzle and she spun around so that they were now in the classic sixty nine position. “That was a nice effort, Wily, now do try again.”

“Eeeeth Iiiiithreth…” Wildfire’s voice was muffled by the strategic placing of Airmail’s sodden crotch on her face. Though she immediately began to eat out her wife, this time she found it considerably more difficult seeing as how Airmail was working a distraction with her own mouth.

Using just her teeth, Airmail removed the blue vibrator, which meant she had to really dig it out of where it had been lodged for the past hour, which in turn meant driving Wildfire crazy underneath her. However, she left the big blue butt plug where it was. “I think we’ll need to change the sheets.”

“I-I'm sure they have plenty on the ship,” Wildfire answered quickly, managing to draw breath when her wife adjusted her seated position on top of her.

“Maybe so, but I bet you would look cute in the ship's laundry…” and, with that, Airmail dived muzzle first into Wildfire’s puffy swollen marehood like a pony possessed.

“AaaaAAAAH I'd nest in it!” Wildfire screamed upwards as she too ate out Airmail’s pussy, lashing the insides of her muscular tunnel with her tongue. Airmail had said this night would be memorable, and indeed it had been thus far. And, seconds later, it got even better when Airmail turned the butt plug back on to ‘high’ and used her hoof to wiggle it about in her asshole. “BUUuuuUUUUUCK!” Wildfire’s scream went all the way up Airmail's snatch, before her tongue followed it. At the same time, she bucked her hips upwards to meet the blue mare’s face.

Since she wanted to properly enjoy the experience, Airmail slowed down so that she could take all that Wildfire was giving her. Feeling the change in tempo, Wildfire slowed down as well but, when the plug vibrated inside her once more, she swirled her tongue all around Airmail's inner walls with a renewed vigour. Above her, Airmail clenched her pussy together and she focused on playing 'capture the tongue’.

Underneath her, Wildfire squirmed as her tongue was held in place, Wildfire licked and lapped as best she could, and moaned as her latest orgasm was achieved, spraying yet again all over Airmail's face. Above her, Airmail thought that was sooooo HOT, with a capital H, O and T and soon she followed suit relaxing her hold as she drenched the yellow mare’s scarred face. “Are…ooooh a-are you hungry yet?”

“Yu-Yup-Yuppers...getting hungry now, Pretty.”

Airmail giggled, “well, I'm not Stormy, so I'm not giving you a drink.” She crawled off of Wildfire and, after a long, very long hard moment in which she admired her lover’s prone form, she began to untie her, starting with her wings first and then her hooves. Somewhat reverently – she was sure it was Mapper’s influence – she wrapped up the rope and placed it back in the chest. “Now,” she stroked the blue and purple collar, “you're already dressed for the meal. Though, I think I need something.”

Wildfire only pouted a little and then she giggled, “Alrighty Pretty. No tasty golden drinks for me.” She then sat herself up on the bed, panting hard and shaking out her feathers to straighten up any that got put out of place during the bondage. “Oh…that was awesomes, I came so many times!”

“And now it’s time to go eat,” Airmail reached for her corset that was also helpfully packed into the chest. “You can help me into this corset, Wily.”

“Yes Mistress,” Wildfire got up from the bed and, once she had her hooves on the floor, she walked over to her lover and helped tie the corset up reasonably tight but not so much that Airmail might pass out. “Ooooh...” the soft moan accompanied every move she made, “I can still feel those orgasms in my fluffy bits!”

Airmail giggled, for she had watched Mapper and Serenity doing the forced orgasm play enough times to know how it left the recipient feeling. The last time, Serenity had been left a scrambled mess. “Wily? I'm putting on the yellow and purple socks now.”

“Socks are sexy!”

“No panties for me,” Airmail said, thoughtfully tapping her chin with her hoof once she had the socks on her four legs, “But guess who is going to be wearing some?”

“Would that be me, Mistress?”

“It would!” Airmail chuckled and, after delving into the chest once more, Airmail found the same green panties that she and Mapper had dressed Wildfire in all the way back on that first BDSM party at Caffeinated’s ranch, when they had taken both her and Serenity on a public walk. She thought them very fitting. “Lift your left hoof, and now the other,” she said as she slid the forest green panties up her hind legs. Straightaway, the dampness of her crotch made a patch on the gusset, and they outlined the base of the plug still in her ass. “Now that is the 'wet' look. I like it.”

Playfully, Wildfire wiggled her panty clad ass for Airmail's benefit, and she let out a moan of pleasure thanks to the plug. “I'm a sexy pet!”

Will I need a leash, or will you be a good pet?”

“I'll be good, Mistress.”

“It just so happens that some awesomes mare got us tickets to the Captain's table!” Airmail snickered, her snickers quickly turning into giggles, “I'm so excited, are you excited?”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire exclaimed, “I'm super excited!” and she was too, as was evidenced by the happy dance she did in the stateroom. This was only her second time on a real ship and it was her honeymoon, so she wanted to really go for it, to get the whole experience.

Smiling, Airmail kissed her wife’s lips to calm her down. “Loves you, now to dinner, my beautiful and sexy pet.”

“To dinner!” Wildfire declared heroically before walking out into the corridor with Airmail leading the way. At nine hundred feet long, a hundred feet wide and with fifteen decks, Wildfire wasn’t even going to try and memorise the vast ocean liner’s complex layout. Instead she walked with a wing pressed to Airmail’s flank, like old times. “At least there's none of that pitching and up and down stuff like there was in Vanhoover,” she said gratefully.

“Well,” Airmail commented, “The sea and sky are a bit different. They can move around storm systems too. Plus, we’re in the Celestial Sea, not the North Luna Ocean. Pretty big difference.” When they arrived at the first class dining room, the azure blue mare was glad she got dressed as it seemed to her that most of the ponies in attendance were wearing at least something to dinner, if only a tie or scarf, while more than a few were in full evening dress.

“What's it look like?” Wildfire asked eagerly. She knew what the brochure had said about the ornate luxury of the grand ballroom and the dining room, but she wanted Airmail’s take on it.

“There’s wood and marble everywhere. Panelling, tables, even the carts are wood. The three huge chandeliers, I think, are crystal. Every where’s got gold inlay. It looks like Celestia’s uprooted her whole wing of the palace and put it on a ship. Looks like sixty per seating with six per table. Ahhh, there are name cards, and I see ours where the fancy dress uniform is sitting.”

“Oooooh!” Wildfire again found herself dancing excitedly on her four hooves, “It's just like that ship in that old movie! This is what I wanted!” While that was the case, she did hope the liner they were on did not meet with the same fate as the ship in the movie.

As the two mares approached the head table, the Captain of the cruise ship stood and, just as he was about to welcome his appointed guests, he slightly wrinkled his nose, but swiftly recovered. He bowed to Airmail and Wildfire, giving each mare a fake fetlock kiss. “Our newlyweds!” At least that explained the smell of sex that hung around the two like a miasma. “Welcome aboard. Mrs. Wildfire, Mrs. Airmail. I'm Captain Long Jump.” The tan coloured pegasus introduced himself, his beard as bright a red as his mane. “Please be seated. This is my first officer,” he pointed to a light blue unicorn with a yellow and pink mane, “Starshine.” The other two seats at the table were empty, but had nametags, Northern Lights and Artic Breeze, ready for their occupants to arrive. “You are the first to arrive. Would you like champagne?”

Airmail bowed readily to the Captain, as she did so she noticed, for the first time, the smell that undoubtedly came from her and her lover. Oh well. They were there now. “Thank you for the welcome. My wife isn't drinking any more alcohol today, but I would like some please. Sparkling grape for her.”

“Yuppers sir,” Wildfire said as she was helped to her seating pad, “Sparkling grape would be fine, thank you.”

“Best that way for expecting mothers,” Airmail said as the Captain turned to one of the army of stewards to put in the order. She also noticed that pony too wrinkled his nose and she had to stifle a fit of giggles. She leant in and whispered to Wildfire, “I think the others have noticed we didn't shower after our play just now.”

“Oooops!” Wildfire covered her muzzle with her hoof and she giggled, though she wasn’t that concerned. She was having too good a time to really care that much.

Moments later, and the Captain stood to welcome the other couple. “Our anniversary couple! Mr. Lights and Mrs. Breeze. Welcome,” he greeted each of them with a fake fetlock kiss for Arctic Breeze and a light hoof bump for Northern Lights. “They are celebrating their fiftieth with us today. Mrs. Airmail and Mrs. Wildfire are newlyweds.”

Airmail whispered just loud enough to be heard by the other ponies at the table, “Wily, Mr. Lights is a black unicorn stallion with pale blue mane and Mrs. Breeze is a white unicorn mare with sky blue mane.”

“Ah,” Arctic Breeze smiled sweetly at the young yellow pegasus, “So you had sight once. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

“Hey Mr Lights! Mrs Breeze!” Wildfire greeted both of the much older ponies with her signature hug before she sat back down next to Airmail. “Yuppers I did have sight, but I lost it when I wasn't looking.” Which was not just a pure joke, it was technically the truth. She had not been looking when the accident had happened.

Northern Lights snorted out a laugh, as did the first officer. “I know you've come to terms with it when you can joke about such things,” the old unicorn said, taking his drink from the steward who just happened to be returning with the table’s drinks order at the same time.

“Mr. Lights,” Wildfire snickered, lifting up her glass in a little salute to him, “There's no point hiding from it, it's a part of me.” She giggled, “Besides, I was rubbish at hiding when I could see.”

Northern Lights laughed, “Well, I think you're quite perceptive now. Are you by chance from Canterlot?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire answered quickly, though she couldn’t quite place Northern Lights or Arctic Breeze, as neither of them had a discernible accent or lilt and her accent compass was usually pretty reliable. “Well I am, originally. My wife is from Manehatten, where we both live now. I can't place you two though.”

“We’re from Baltimare, dear.”

Northern Lights nodded to his wife and tapped a hoof to his chin thoughtfully, “Manehatten, um, are you the Airmail with the paper?”

“Yes,” Airmail nodded, “That's my by-line in the Times.”

Arctic Breeze hoof bumped her husband, who turned to the Captain, “You didn't say anything about celebrities at the table, Captain.”

“I think fifty years is pretty celebratory,” Airmail countered, “Two more years till my parents make that grade.”

Wildfire giggled and kissed Airmail's nose. “You're famous, Pretty,” she then nodded to the two older ponies at the table, “Airy's right. Fifty years is awesomes!” With the ice well and truly broken, the conversation flowed light and lively throughout the meal that was easily as upmarket as the restaurant they had pranked in Canterlot. From the table there were no comments on how Wildfire and Airmail were dressed, although there were a few whispered comments from the nearby tables when the upper crust ponies did, quietly, take notice.

~ ~ ~

On the way back to the stateroom, following the completion of the meal, Airmail draped her wing over Wildfire’s back and pulled her young wife into a hug as they walked. “They were a really nice old couple, I do think we stirred up some more comments with our dress. I now see why Mapper never cares.”

“I know right? Actually,” Wildfire giggled softly, “I could feel a lot of eyes on us and hear the whispers on the back of my neck. It was flattering to be admired like that, all those other ponies wishing they could be like us. It was cool.”

“I’m admiring right now,” Airmail said as she opened the door and stood aside to let her wife enter ahead of her. “I fear you are going to lose your damp pantie privileges.” She had a cunning plan to round out their first day at sea, and underwear had no place in that plan.

Wildfire duly sauntered into the stateroom with a generous sway of her hips. “I think I can endure that. What about the plug, is that coming out too?”

“That can come out as well, not a problem.” With her teeth, Airmail removed the wet panties but she used her hoof to pull out the blue butt plug. She wasn’t getting her teeth in there, she wasn’t Tempest. “I don't think you want a stallionator wedgie back there,” Airmail said thoughtfully as she reached for and then helped Wildfire into the straps of the toy. “Now, for a stroll on the deck. I've been cheated in total number of orgasms today. I do love doing it under the stars.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire agreed quickly, touching a hoof to her belly. Deep in her core she still felt squiffy from her time on the bed. It was a nice kind of squiffy though. “I'm glad you stopped when you did. Those orgasms you made me have were starting to get less amazing and more ouch.” She nuzzled her wife’s cheek. “I had fun though.”

“The fun shall continue on the deck,” Airmail said as she returned the affectionate nuzzle to the smaller mare, “But I'll let you off light. I really just want one more.”

“Well, I wouldn't say no to just one more,” Wildfire smiled and took Airmail's wing in her own. “Shall we, my love?”

“Yes, we shall.” Airmail led the way from the stateroom to the deck. She didn’t expect her lover to memorise the labyrinth that was the ocean liner’s innards. “I was told that the aft deck was okay for outdoor activities.”

“Did you say what outdoor activity we'd be doing?”

“I did, as some foals don't need that much education.”

“Alrighty then, my Pretty mare. Let's go aft, so I can get on your aft.”

“I'm your mare for the rest of eternity,” Airmail said after she had finished laughing at Wildfire’s joke.

When they got up onto the deck, Wildfire allowed her wife to lead her towards the back of the large ship. The Celestial Sea was like a millpond, not a wave to be seen under the light of the moon shining down from the heavens. If all times on the water would be like this, she supposed she would like it more. “And I'm yours, Pretty, just like I promised in the Hall.”

As they walked along the deck, Airmail cast a sideways glance at her partner. She liked what she saw. “I do like the sound that thing makes on your belly, as well as the way it looks. It’s very sexy. When they reached the very back of the ship, Airmail reared up and placed her forelegs over the railing on the port side. “Make me yours, Wildfire.”

“Yes ma'am!” Wildfire kissed Airmail's cheek and pranced around her, making sure to let the toy slap on her belly. Once she was at the back, she made sure to check with her tongue to make sure her lover was wet enough, As it happened, Airmail had been leaving a trail all the way from the stateroom. “Ooooh you're ready alright!” Wildfire declared, her muzzle soaked in an instant. Satisfied, she reared up and, once in position, she thrust forwards, inserting the toy inside Airmail’s marehood to the hilt.

Hilted now, Wildfire paused just long enough for her wife to feel the toy in her depths. Pulling back, almost withdrawing from her completely, Wildfire then thrusted back into the hilt, her hips slapping Airmail’s ass a lot harder than she had when she had rutted her before. With the force of the hard thrust, Airmail's body lowered a bit as she spreads her legs wider for balance. “Give it to me, Wily!”

Spurred on by Airmail’s encouragement, she withdrew midway and she thrusted forwards a third and fourth times, picking up her speed with buck of her hips. “Oooh…” she moaned as the shaft in her felt properly squiffy now.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes buck me girl!” Airmail screamed in heaven with each hard thrust giving her more pleasure than the last, “buck me into next week!”

“Want it bad, huh?” Wildfire asked, grunting loudly as she pulled back for a harder thrust which mashed herself into Airmail’s ass end. It was fortunate she was hooked over the safety rail.

“Yes! Yes I want it!” Airmail begged as her eyes rolled up, “I want it bad!”

Feeling her way, Wildfire lowered herself to Airmail’s ear. “Scream then, you pretty little pony, scream our love to the ocean,” she purred as she ran her hooves over the leading edges of her azure blue wings only to roughly pull her back as she thrust forward hard.

“Oh give it to meeeeee!” Airmail screamed, pushed as she was to the very edge of her climax, then with an ear shattering “OOooHHHHHH IIIIII GAAHAHHAHHH!” She reached her climax just as a flock of birds flew overhead.

As she gave a particularly hard thrust, Wildfire could feel the force of Airmail's orgasm under her barrel. “That's it Pretty, scream so that Seaquestria will know you love me,” she pulled out and thrust in as hard as she could, screaming, “GODEEESES!” She held it in as deep as she could, riding her own climax as she felt Airmail under her do the same.

“I Love You!” Airmail screamed as she came down from her high after a few moments of sheer bliss. “Oh, that was good, sooooo good!”

After she had climaxed, Wildfire slumped her slight weight down on Airmail's back, kissing and nibbling her ear. “I love you so much.”

“Stay in me,” Airmail said as she felt Wildfire behind her about to pull out, she wasn’t ready for that separation, not quite yet. She had something else to ask her wife. “I love your weight on my back. I love you, too. Watch the night with me.”

On her back, Wildfire adjusted her hips a little and she folded her forelegs over Airmail's shoulders so she could rest her head there. She loved the stars, and she had a sense of what the sky was like. “It's a pretty night, I’m sure. It's clear, there are no clouds, and all the stars are shining so brightly tonight.”

Airmail looked up and smiled, “They are beautiful, but as much as they try, they fall short of matching your beauty. The beauty of your heart had me at first glance.”

Tilting her head, Wildfire kissed Airmail's ear. “I remember. You were so taken with me the moment you saw me.”

“Sing Prettiest Eyes for me again, Wily.”

“Anything for you, my Pretty mare.” In her very best voice, the diminutive yellow mare began to sing the song her mother had taught her when she had been a little filly. A song she knew better than her own hoof, a song she intended to teach her own fillies.

“Line one is the time,
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried.

Line two we're away,
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay.
Well the bus-shelter's always OK
When you're young…”

Though Airmail had to admit she wasn’t the biggest Beautiful South fan in Equestria, she had grown to adore this song so very much. She would also admit, as would her wife she was sure, that Wildfire wasn’t the best singer ever, but that didn’t matter. What mattered to the azure blue mare was the emotion and feeling with which she sang. “I've married the mare with the prettiest eyes,” she smiled over her shoulder, “I look forward to when Fireflight and Chill Wind can dream.”

“Me too, so I can see what they look like and we can be with them together,” Wildfire grinned back, before she carried on singing, all the way to the first chorus of the song.

“Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die.

Let's take a look at these crow's feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys.

Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crow's feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes.”

Again, Airmail turned her head and lovingly she kissed Wildfire’s lips. “You can pull out now and come along side me, Wily. Thank you for putting up with me.”

Slowly, Wildfire withdrew, carefully pulling the stallionator out of her wife and, when she was back on her hooves, she made her way alongside her so that Airmail was on her left. As it should be. “I should be the one thanking you,” she said, turning her head upwards towards the stars. “Not for putting up with me though. For saving me. You saved me, Airmail, in every way a pony can be saved, you saved me.”

Airmail knew what Wildfire meant. It didn’t need saying. It was an unspoken thing, like the bond between them. “Let us both agree that we saved each other, shall we?” she smiled and again pressed their lips together. “I haven't gone cold and that is very big for me. Stormy kept me sane, but you keep me alive, Wily.”

“And I'll always be here to keep you alive, Pretty.” Wildfire returned the kiss and she settled into Airmail’s side as they rested against the safety rail, the gentle sway of the ocean liner almost hypnotic in its tranquillity. “Like mom used to say, ‘Fly hard. Live fast. Be kind’.” Wildfire fancied that, as they sailed up the east coast towards the Crystal Empire and Yakyakistan in the north, that her mother and Heatwave were among the stars, taking the journey with them.