“That completes our mini-herd family tour,” Tempest announced once they were all three of them in the air, only this time they were at last headed for their home. “Looks like all parties have approved of the other. The only thing left is to visit Serenity's family.”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire smiled that same excited wild smile she always did when she was in the air, a pegasus enjoying the simple thrill of being in her element. “I must say, I'm rather relieved at being so well received by everypony.”

Airmail, as she had done so often, and would continue to do so, caressed her lover’s soft yellow flank as they flew home. “You were yourself and that is what counts, Wily.”

Wildfire giggled into the late afternoon sky, the chill sea breeze blowing through her feathers and her fur as she climbed up through two and three thousand feet, “who else would I be, Pretty?” she asked innocently, flying alongside Airmail and Tempest.

“I don't know,” Airmail replied honestly, flapping her azure blue wings hard to match Tempest’s easier rate of climb up to ten thousand feet, “because if you were a pretender I don't think we would be talking about this.

“What you see is what you get Airy, both good and bad,” Wildfire shot back. Listening to the proximity alerts fed into her ear by the headset, as well as using her nose and ears, she knew Airmail was to her left, while Tempest, who was on her right had sped up to once more take the lead position. Sensing she had the air space, she flew a horizontal rolling loop around Airmail, “and it’s all yours!”

“We are herd,” Airmail replied with a roll of her eyes she made sure Wildfire could hear, though she understood her sentiment. “I'll have to share, but you don't have to accept other offers.”

Grinning, Wildfire rolled over onto her back, partly for the thrill of having the chilling late afternoon breeze blow backwards through her mane, partly to show off but mostly to spread her legs and give Airmail a good show. “I know I don't. Pretty, but the other offers are fun, and how can I say no to Stormy?”

In response, Airmail accelerated just a little, sailing over her fiancé’s exposed upturned front and running her summer green tail up the middle of her yellow body. “Tag, you're it!” she called out with a foalish glee, and by the time Wildfire had flipped back over to initiate a pursuit, Airmail was already doing some wild manoeuvers to lose her.

Wildfire, sniffing this way and that, slowed almost to a hover in the air as she chased after Airmail, moving her muzzle about to try and sniff her direction. It was however a futile gesture as Airmail had taken off at full chaff and she couldn’t catch her scent, try as she might. Tempest, flying near her blind herd-mate, giggled, “Are you forgetting one of your tools, Wily?”

“What?” Instinctively, the little blind mare turned her head to the right and blushed at being reminded of something so basic. “Oooh those gizmos!” Carefully, Wildfire facehooved and remembered that she had her flight tech. “Point Two, direction and distance,” she requested, and a second later the computer in her ear responded with, ‘twenty seven degrees, negative thirty degrees, one thousand five hundred feet, one thousand five hundred and fifty feet.’

Over her shoulder, Tempest laughed as she flew away, “has it been that long, Wily?” she taunted her good naturedly, flying away after Airmail.

“Ha, ha, you'll not be laughing when I getcha!” Wildfire shot back as she matched the angle of Tempest’s ascent and got herself ready. “Range to ground, repeat.” She commanded her headset and she turned to face thirty degrees. A quick check of the whereabouts of Point One told her that Airmail was flying in a slow circle, but her gear kept her on track as she closed to within three hundred feet of her target.

Once she was that close, Wildfire used her headset and her flight suit’s proximity warning system to keep track of Airmail. She noticed her circular route and decided to cut a straight line across it to intercept her fiancé rather than follow her. “I'm coming for you, Pretty!” she giggled, increasing her speed and, as the azure blue mare didn’t alter her route, Wildfire lunged forward the last few feet. With a victorious grin on her muzzle, she touched her left forehoof to Airmail's body. “Tag!” she called out as she peeled away in another direction.

A wide smile on her face, Airmail shouted, “It! Is! On!”

When Wildfire heard Airmail’s call, and her headset tell her that Point One was catching up to her, she asked it to repeat range to ground, with a two hundred feet warning and turned over, entering into a vertical dive, like she had done when her Mistress had rode her in Canterlot.

Above her, she heard a lot of yelling and laughing, and after that, she heard Airmail cry out in joy, “Stormy's it!”

Pulling out of her dive, her face a furious crimson mask like the setting sun, Wildfire began to climb once more, calling out, “I knew that, Pretty!”

Mere seconds later, and violet feathers brushed the top of Wildfire’s head, ruffling her black mane. “Wily's it!” Tempest cried out triumphantly, her voice fading as she climbed up into the late afternoon sky. “Did you forget my number?”

Wildfire shot her herd-mate a raspberry that she didn’t hear. “No, Point One, I didn't!” thinking quickly, she spoke to her headset, “Point One and Two, direction and distance…” almost immediate, she got the now familiar computerised voice back in her ear. ‘Point one zero degrees, plus eighty degrees, three thousand feet, three thousand one hundred feet. Point Two, one hundred and eighty degrees, plus zero degrees, ten feet.’ “Buck!” Wildfire processed the thought that Airmail was ten feet behind her she resumed her dive.

A second later and Wildfire heard Airmail laughing in her ear, just behind her. “You're the one that's it silly!”

Grinning and blushing in equal measure, Wildfire pulled up and returned to where she was, sporting a little pout on her muzzle. “Gimme a break, it's been a while since I played tag!” As she said that, her flight gear told her that Airmail was flying level and was now two thousand feet away, while Tempest was four thousand feet above her. “Alrighty Honey,” she followed her point one, climbing as fast as she could manage.

As she got closer, Tempest laughed loudly, making sure she was heard. “Wily! Watch out for the rain!” giggling, she saw Wildfire take a wide curving path but she was still climbing to reach her. Grinning, the violet weather mare began to sing, “I'm just a little rain cloud, all full of yellow rain!”

“Keep singing, Honey!” Wildfire was very grateful her herd-mate was singing. She checked Point One’s distance and direction, she knew she was closing in fast, and the singing helped to further pinpoint her target’s location. “I’m coming!” she whooped with joy as she got closer. Just before she reached her though, she flew through a warm mist of a certain familiar odour. Wildfire giggled, lapping up the moisture on her muzzle as she tagged her, “gotcha Honey!”

Pausing for a hover, Tempest said, “You need to yell out ‘I'm it’ for Airy.”

“AIIIIIRY!” Wildfire hollered into the sky as loudly as she could, “HONEY'S IIIIIIIT!” with that, she very quickly turned and flew away from Tempest, lest she get re-tagged straightaway. A quick check of her headset told her that Airmail was about ten thousand feet north of both her and Tempest, flying at twenty thousand feet in altitude.

Looking up, Tempest’s keen eyes saw Airmail dip her wings, telling her she had heard. “Good enough.” She said, taking off to the north. Wildfire kept a track of Point One, flying north-west. She grinned when she heard from her tech that Point One was closing in on Point Two rather easily.

Altering her north-west course to fly north, Wildfire angled herself upwards. ‘Airy's gonna be it in a sec,’ she thought with a wry smile, ‘I wonder how high I up can go?’ Feeling the rush of air flowing over her feathers and her face, she once more requested the range to ground and asked it to repeat as she climbed. Requesting an altitude limit of twenty four thousand feet, she kept on climbing at her current speed, though she was starting to breathe heavy as the air began to get thinner. She heard a very faint cry of, 'Airy's it!’

Levelling off her climb, Wildfire slowed down a little. “Point Two, distance and direction.” Straight away, she was informed that in relation to her, Airmail was at ninety degrees horizontally, negative forty degrees, and at eight thousand feet away from her. Two seconds later and she was at seven thousand nine hundred and fifty feet. Wildfire put all this input into a mental picture and saw Airmail flying up to tag her. Another report told Wildfire that Airmail had changed now to one hundred degrees, negative forty five degrees and only six thousand feet away.

Though she was panting and breathing hard, mostly due to the extreme altitude but in no small part to the physical stress of the aerobatic manoeuvres she had pulled off, Wildfire kept flying level. When she reached twenty three thousand feet, the diminutive blind mare stopped, hovering in place to catch her breath. A grin spread over her face as she made a plan. ‘I'm gonna do that dive…I can do it this time!’ to her headset she requested, in preparation, the range to ground alarm be set to one thousand five hundred feet.

Flying upwards, Airmail saw – or rather, she thought she saw – a breathless prone Wildfire having a rest. Sensing easy prey, Airmail closed to five hundred feet.

Using her gear, Wildfire knew that Airmail was closing in on her. This was all part of her plan. Feigning breathlessness, she waited until Airmail was at one hundred and twenty degrees, negative sixty degrees, and four hundred feet. When her fiancé was three hundred feet away, Wildfire simultaneously rolled over and folded her wings, rolling into an inverted bullet dive. “Live with this, Preeeeeeetty!”

“Wily!” Airmail, about to tag her lover, saw what she thought was obviously Wildfire lose control and in genuine peril.

Almost immediately there was now eight hundred feet of clear sky between Wildfire and Airmail. “Come get meee!” she screamed as she sped towards the ground. She decided to add a couple of corkscrew spins to her dive, thrilling at the rush of the chill wind over her face and mane.

Airmail, falling further and further behind, saw the corkscrew spins and that just confirmed to her that Wildfire was in serious trouble. Already she was two thousand feet below her and getting further away by the second. Looking for Tempest, for she knew she couldn’t catch her. “Stormy!” she screamed in terror.

As she dived towards the ground, Wildfire was informed that Point One, Tempest, was closing on her rapidly from behind. ‘Two hundred and seventy degrees, plus forty five degrees, six thousand feet. Grinning like a lunatic, utterly lost in the intoxicating sensations of speed, she kept up her dive. “Repeat Point One distance and direction,” she commanded, and was told that in the space of a few seconds that Tempest had closed to just four thousand feet.

Several seconds later and Tempest was three thousand feet away from her, Wildfire herself was down to ten thousand feet. Still enjoying the feelings of the dive, Wildfire decided to try a roll. Flaring her yellow wings, she barrel rolled to the left. The manoeuvre, while a success, came at a price. The sheer force of the air rushing over her now spread wings buffeted her wing joints with the force of an earth pony kick.

Usually not a problem, Wildfire’s magically healed wings and her muscles were still weak. ‘Point Two, one hundred and eighty degrees, plus eighty degrees, five thousand feet. Point One, one hundred and eighty degrees, negative twenty degrees, two thousand feet,’

Wildfire, changing her mind, spread her wings wide in an attempt to arrest the dive she was in and fly level. Alas…her weakened muscles weren’t strong enough to overcome the natural downforce and the low pressure created by the air blasting over her wings. Breathing hard and heavy, she again tried to recover her dive. ‘Point One, one hundred and eighty degrees, negative forty five degrees, five hundred feet. Point Two, one hundred and eighty degrees, plus eighty degrees, four thousand feet.’

Wildfire knew her lover and her herd-mate were coming for her.

Wildfire also knew she was in trouble.

A lot of trouble.

Speeding almost at her top speed, faster than she had flown in a very long time, Tempest closed the last five hundred feet with an extremely scared look plastered all over her face. “Y-You okay, Wily?”

Finally, at last, Wildfire felt herself begin to slow down, though her breathing was hard and laboured, shallow and fast. “N-No...m-my wings...hurts to breathe…” she gasped, barely able to breathe at all. Her headset reported to her that Point One, Tempest, was right behind her now and just a little below her, while Airmail was catching them up at a slower rate, being two thousand feet behind her.

“You want me to carry you down or just be your wing mare?” Tempest asked, her fear diminishing somewhat when she heard Wildfire answer her. At least she was conscious and alert.

Ahead of the violet weather pony, Wildfire wobbled in the air, her wings flapping dangerously out of sync. “H-Help...help Tempest! Help me, I'm gonna fall!”

“Spread your wings and glide.” Tempest ordered calmly, the polar opposite of Wildfire’s panicked state. “Spread your legs wide, I'm coming up under you.” Obediently, Wildfire spread her wings and her hind legs, and her headset told her that her herd-mate was flying forward underneath her. A second later and Tempest lifted her up, supporting Wildfire’s body with her own. “Fold your wings tight.”

Doing as she was told, Wildfire folded her wings away to her barrel and hugged Tempest’s body tightly. “I'm sorry, Honey…” she whispered in her ear.

“We’re going to glide down now.” Tempest said with a satisfied smile, happy that at last her little lover was safe. “Nothing to be sorry for, love.” She scanned the ground and was very pleased to see a little coastal village just a mile ahead. “Airy was going to ask for a rest break after our tag game, you just beat her to it.”

When her headset informed her that Airmail was only a thousand feet away, Wildfire lowered her head into Tempest's unruly black mane, still holding on tight. “Did...did it at least look cool?”

Tempest had to admit that the dive had looked very cool, even more so when she was sure her lover wasn’t out of control. “Is that the ride you gave Mapper?” she asked, thinking back to the ride back to the palace after the big fancy meal and the show they had put on back in Canterlot the week before.

Utterly breathless, Airmail was really winded as she at last caught up with Tempest and Wildfire. “We...are, are we lan...ding?” she breathed, sounding remarkably like a ninety year old asthmatic pony who had just run the marathon of her life.

“Y-Yuppers...the inverted dive...” Wildfire gasped, she was sure Tempest could feel her heart hammering away in her chest. “M-Mistress really loved it…Airy, I’m sorry Airy, you sounded really worried when I rolled and dived.”

Airmail nodded, still not fully in control of her breathing. “I...was...”

“There’s a little rest stop,” Tempest said, pointing out the coastal village she had seen a few seconds before, “let's get us some snacks and coffee.”

“I'm so sorry babe...” Wildfire whispered quietly, keeping her head well down in Tempest’s mane, “I was in control until I tried to pull up. The um, the wind felt like it was pulling my wings off.”

“You okay, Airy?” Tempest asked, casting a worried glance over at her struggling herd-mate.

“Fine, I’m fine, as...long as we...glide,” Airmail answered, her azure blue wings wide and stiff.

Wildfire felt horrid, and was in the process of beating herself up over her mistake. “I really...thought I could...pull it off this time, Honey.”

“You tried,” Tempest replied comfortingly as she flew a little closer to Airmail, “and that does matter.”

Airmail saw that Tempest was closer to her, she took the opportunity to briefly caress Wildfire’s flank with her stiff wingtip. “S-Still love...you, Wily.”

Wildfire however still felt extremely guilty and wretched. “I didn't mean to worry you. The Point Two said you were right under me, so I dived.”

“Almost had...you too,” Airmail gasped, “you are fast!”

Wildfire managed a brief shaky smile in her fiancé’s direction. “I guess it was a little mean, diving after you climbed all that way to get me.”

“All is fair in tag.” Tempest announced like she was reading a rulebook, “after all, I misted you.”

Now, Wildfire actually giggled at that. All of a sudden she felt a little bit better about things. “Yuppers, I thought that was a treat for catching you up. I was gonna go a bit lower before pulling up, I'm kinda glad I didn't now.”

Arriving at the little village, Tempest made haste to locate and land at a little local diner that was still open and Airmail landed thankfully beside her. “I'm glad too,” she said as she looked over the tiny little diner, a Hay-In-The-Bale outlet, “I can't move trees like Mapper can.”

On very wobbly legs, Wildfire slid off Tempest's back and sat on her haunches, her head down to the sidewalk. She was so focussed on her error that she didn’t notice the beautiful sea air or wonder where they were. “That was a dumb move to pull, wasn't it?” she mumbled to the ground.

“You aren't dumb,” Airmail stated definitely as she stepped closer to the despondent Wildfire and, nuzzling her cheek, lifted her head up until she was able to kiss her. “But, you are still youthful. Would have been cool if you pulled off, right?”

“Yuppers!” Wildfire squealed as she returned the kiss. Her mood flipped a complete one eighty, she giggled, “It would've been super awesomes!” In sheer excitement she buzzed her tired wings, “I knew you were above and Stormy was below, I was gonna spin around and fly back between you both…”

“I'm just glad Stormy is both fast and strong at flying.” Airmail interrupted her tiny mare before she could enter into another self-deprecating rant. Tempest, rolling her eyes, had hoofed open the door and was holding it for them to enter. “Hi there,” Airmail trotted up to the counter mare, “three coffees and some daisy sandwiches please.”

The caramel coloured earth pony mare nodded and flashed Airmail a practised smile. “Coming right up, ma’am.”

Tempest led them over to an empty table and they all sat down, Airmail next to Wildfire, and Tempest opposite them both. “Yuppers, so am I, Pretty.” Wildfire was very, very grateful that Tempest was as good a flyer as she was. The alternative didn’t bear thinking about.

“Two sugars for you, my dear Wily?” Airmail asked when the waitress set the tray down on their table between them.

“Please, Pretty.”

“At least I have my breath back,” Airmail smiled as she dunked two sugar cubes into Wildfire’s coffee and slid it and a sandwich in front of her. “You want some pepper sauce on your daisies?”

“Yes please…” Wildfire went quiet as she thought for a moment on what Airmail and Tempest had both said to her outside the little diner. “Um, was I really fast?”

Tempest, looking around the diner, was pleased to find it was like a miniature version of Caffeinated’s coffee shop, from the black and white checked floor tiles to the pale blue painted walls. She approved. “Yes you were,” she replied to Wildfire, her head snapping out of her musings, “You made me work to catch you.”

“Left me in your draft, you did.” Airmail smirked, playfully nipping Wildfire’s left ear.

Wildfire beamed, bouncing a little from the praise she was getting from the two older ponies with her. Feeling rather more buoyed than she had before, she took a happy sip of her coffee. “Hey, does that mean I'm getting better?” she asked, reaching for her sandwich.

Tempest considered that for a second, mulling it over with a few bites of her own sandwich before she answered. “You are getting stronger, to be sure.”

“You still are young and brash though,” Airmail smiled as she kissed Wildfire’s cheek, “and I love you for it.”

Wildfire returned the kiss, aiming for lips but getting cheek. “So, you like me pulling crazy manoeuvers?”

“I don't mind when you have back up.” Airmail clarified gently but firmly. “Think what would have happened if you had been alone.”

“I'd be a Wily coloured smear on the ground by now…” Wildfire replied, lowering her head to the table, her muzzle hitting her sandwiches.

“But you're not,” Tempest interjected, leaning over the table and lifting up Wildfire’s head with her hoof, “and that is what matters, Wily.”

Wildfire nodded thoughtfully. “I um, I panicked when my wings didn't work...Honey, you had to tell me to glide. I would've fallen on my own.” She knew that for a fact.

Airmail wasn’t having any of this anymore. “Hey, don't beat yourself up over this,” she said as she swallowed her sandwich along with a gulp of coffee. “Any landing you walk away from is a good landing, and a lesson well learned. I bet somepony is going to be practicing in the lake, I think.”

“Damn right I will, Pretty.” Wildfire smiled, her coffee tasting a lot better now. “Will somepony be cheering me on?”

“That will have to be me.” Tempest said with a sly grin over at Airmail, who simply stuck out her tongue and put on an air of indifference. “Airy will be in a beach chair sucking on a beer.”

Wildfire giggled, “as long as she saves me a beer.”

Airmail shrugged, “It's a big cooler.”

“Awesomes!” Wildfire giggled, brightening up even further, “I guess I didn't do that badly, did I?”

Airmail nodded at that, her hoof resting tenderly on Wildfire’s. “As soon as I get my wind back, we can finish the flight home.”

“We have time Airy,” Tempest said thoughtfully, munching slowly on a peppered daisy sandwich, “you're off tomorrow and I have no scheduled work to do.”

“Yuppers Pretty,” Wildfire agreed, “there's totally no rush.”

Airmail giggled before reaching for her coffee, “That's good as I'm not rushing.”

“Oh Pretty, you're not up for a huge race back home then?” she asked with a giggle, affectionately nuzzling Airmail's shoulder. “Airy, I'm really sorry I scared you up there.”

“As well you should be.” Airmail smiled, sharing a series of quick silent ear flicks with Tempest as she returned the nuzzle to her fiancé’s cheek and neck. “I need you to marry me before I can get the insurance money.”

Tempest giggled while Wildfire sniggered, she knew deep down right then that she was absolutely and completely forgiven, by Airmail and Tempest. “Well, the last time I scared you that bad, you spanked my flank and wouldn't let me cum for like, aaaaages, so I thought I'd get the apology in while I had the chance.”

“Apology accepted.” Airmail smiled, she recalled that day, that Monday now that seemed so far away. Wildfire had indeed scared her when she had pretended that she hadn’t got the firefighter’s job. Just like she had quite deservedly punished her on the bed later that day. “So, you're not in trouble and any spanking done is out of love for you.”

“Aw!” the blind mare let out a little squee, and in typically reserved ‘Wily style’, wrapped her forelegs around Airmail and peppered her muzzle with many kisses. “Aren't you just the best?” although, that said, she did nuzzle her warily, “and the orgasm denial?”

“Not tonight,” Airmail made up her mind following another set of ear flicks between herself and Tempest. “I want you too tired to play straight at Mortal Kombat tomorrow night.”

Wildfire, giggling with relief, slumped back in the seating pad in the diner. “Phew…that's alright then!” she smiled, reaching for the rest of her coffee. “I can stand losing a few games to your hacked character if it means I get bucked silly.”

“Well, that isn't much of a challenge,” Tempest snarked as she too drained the coffee in her cup, “you're silly already Wily.”

“Yuppers, and I'm proud of it too,” Wildfire grinned, “cos I'm young and I’m allowed to be silly until I grow up!” She giggled at that, “plus I'll be trying to hold the controller with sore hooves.”

Setting her own empty cup down, Airmail's voice turned deadly serious. “And, I'm not allowed to be silly?”

“That depends Pretty,” Wildfire smiled, “have you grown up? My mum used to say 'You're only as old as the pony you feel'.”

With a wide smile on her face, the forty eight year old lead editor ran a forehoof over Wildfire’s chest and belly. “In that case, I'm feeling pretty young then.” Airmail caught Tempest’s eye then, and again, they shared ear flicks between them. A more serious set of flicks as Airmail questioned her herd-mate. Finally, she was satisfied. “You’re young enough to fly some more.”

Nodding, for she knew she was right in this, Tempest reached over and patted Wildfire’s hoof with her own. “Set your system for home then love, as we will be somewhere.” Again, she caught Airmail’s concerned look, but she shook her head. After the very near miss, she knew Wildfire needed to do this, for the sake of her burgeoning independence.

“I gotcha Honey,” Wildfire really did understand, she understood the amount of trust and faith that her two lovers were about to place in her, given what had just happened in the sky. “You two let me know if you enjoy ‘somewhere’.” She flicked the activation button of her headset with her tongue. “Point Three, direction and distance.”

Airmail giggled like a little filly behind her hoof, “Wily, I'd recommend you exiting the building first, love.”

Wildfire pouted dramatically in an attempt to cover her faux pas. “And here I was going to Power Pony my way through the wall, too.”

“Well, you could,” Tempest laughed, “but there might be the arch villain Refrigerator in your way.”

“Aaah Refrigerator...my nemesis!” Wildfire declared loudly, drawing the attention of an elderly couple of zebra stallions snuggling over by the far window who were the only other patrons in the diner. “Very well, citizen Tempest, I shall avail myself of this 'door' you speak of, then I shall away post haste to Maretropolis to do honourable battle once more!” to accentuate her declaration, she made a very heroic pose on the seating pad that earned her generous applause from the two watching stallions.

Airmail snickered, bowing generously to the two stallions and their kind applause. “See how cute she is, Stormy?”

“I do,” Tempest giggled, “I do, and sat here I feel safer all ready.”

Wildfire giggled, carefully standing down from her heroic pose. “I'll feel you soon Pretty. Stormy, you look after her. You're my super pony deputy till you get home.”

“Wow…” Airmail was suitably impressed. “You have a promotion. So Deputy Stormy, what shall we do now?”

“Ha, ha.” Wildfire smiled, “just be safe doing whatever it is you're doing in Somewhere. I do want kisses before I let you go though.”

Immediately, Tempest slid off of her seating pad and, moving around the table, pulled Wildfire into a bone crushing hug and placed a lip lock on her such that she struggled to breathe after a few seconds, checking that she had no daisies in her teeth. Tempest decided to double check by running her tongue through Wildfire’s mouth a second time. “Yes,” she said breathlessly, “it is good to be the deputy.”

In return, Wildfire stole a quick kiss from Tempest’s lips. “Awesomes!” to Airmail, she turned to face her scent, “Pretty, kiss please.”

“Not sure if I need to use a napkin first,” Airmail smiled, “you have Stormy drool all over your...” Airmail didn’t finish her sentence and instead she applied a very severe lip lock as well as a thorough tonsil inspection.

As she had the chance, Wildfire flicked her tongue over Airmail’s before breaking the kiss so she could breathe. “Alrighty, I'm off home. I'll even get the coffee on for you once I'm done battling the fridge.”

“Okay, but you be careful,” Airmail giggled, “The fridge has upgraded to magnet power.”

“At least you’re immune to the cute drawings on it,” Tempest giggled.

“I borrowed Harry Trotters cloak of blindness to protect me from cute overload.” Wildfire giggled, then she whispered, “Just in case of sneak attacks.” She paused to blow them both a kiss and, trotting to the exit, she rechecked the direction and distance of Point Three, which was their home. Immediately, her headset returned with ‘Point Three, twenty eight degrees, seventy two miles.’ Turning just right of north, to face twenty eight degrees, Wildfire took off towards the north east, 28 humming to herself as she flew at a steady sixty five miles per hour.

Back in the quaint little diner, the two old zebra stallions had gone back to cuddling, and Airmail and Tempest both decided to indulge in a coffee refill. They also took the opportunity to make some phone calls while they were alone with each other. Wildfire, on the other hoof, performed a couple of easy left and right barrel rolls for fun as she hit the chorus of 'Prettiest Eyes'.

“Should we turn off our transponders?” Airmail asked, her brown eyes glued to the rapidly diminishing speck that was her fiancé as she disappeared into the darkening early evening sky.

Tempest shook her head. “What good will that do?” she asked seriously, “she'll know if we do.”

“Yeah,” Airmail agreed with that. She was also worried that Wildfire would suddenly panic if her transponders were switched off with no warning. “I guess it doesn't matter that she can track us going home.”

Wildfire, now out of visual range of the diner, now angled herself up to climb back up to twenty thousand feet. She knew up this high it would be easier to fly as the air was thinner. Increasing her speed to seventy, she was left alone with her thoughts. Chief among these was the fact that she was indeed alone. ‘Hmm, I’d better stop arsing about doing rolls, I'm solo and I'm not smearing on the ground…’

“Let’s give her space to get home.” Tempest smiled over the table, very grateful that Airmail came around to her side and snuggled into her side. “She has directions. She has a card key, and the smoke detector works.”

“I'm sure she can do coffee,” Airmail stated definitely, snuggling a little deeper into her lover’s violet flank. “How long to get there with me on your back?”

“Twenty five minutes with take-off and landing.”

Airmail nodded at that. “Enough time to have coffee ready.” Just in case though, so that they’d be ready, Airmail reached into her bag and pulled out her home security monitor while Tempest waved for another refill to pass the time.

Flying along comfortably at her current speed of seventy miles per hour, Wildfire had another thought. “Point One and Two, direction and distance.” Immediately, her headset responded. ‘Point One, one hundred and eighty degrees, negative sixty degrees, five miles. Point Two, one hundred and eighty degrees, negative sixty degrees, five miles.’ That actually stunned and surprised Wildfire for a few moments. ‘Wow...I actually am on my own...first time since that shopping trip that Monday...oh, I'd so best not mess this up!’

As the little blind pegasus flew on towards Manehatten, she kept checking the locations of her two transponders. Periodic checks did indeed show her that the pair hadn't moved. At ten miles out from her home city, Wildfire got a warning over her flight headset. "Pegasus traffic is restricted to a maximum altitude of ten thousand feet.”

Wildfire, responding to the traffic warning, grinned to herself as she descended from twenty to ten thousand feet. ‘I wonder what they're plotting back there…’ reaching the required altitude for the traffic zones in and around Manehatten, Wildfire knew she was approaching the city proper. To her mouthpiece, she requested, “Active Traffic Mode.”

Thankfully, the flight through the city was uneventful. There was a couple of soft target collision alarms, but she responded to them as she should, and no further incident happened on the flight back to the red bricked town house where she lived by the lake. The only alarm she received was the one for Point Three, alerting her to the fact it was now at negative ninety degrees.

“Negative ninety…that's below me...” she said aloud as she began her descent to the ground. “Range to ground.” Her headset began a countdown and gave her a proximity warning at a thousand feet. Carrying on, Wildfire eventually landed in the back yard of their house, on the grass by the old oak tree. Trotting up onto the decking, she skipped outside the door, thoroughly pleased with her little self that she'd made it home safely in one piece.

Almost as an afterthought, as she reached in her bag for the card key, she checked her transponders. Her headset told her that both points were now seventy two miles away. “Oh, I see,” she giggled, “diner coffee without me!” Giggling at the thought, she had another. “Canterlot Residential Cemetery, direction, distance.”

Straightaway, her headset computed what its wearer wanted to know and came back with a result. ‘Canterlot Residential Cemetery, two hundred and sixty seven degrees, one thousand nine hundred and eighty six miles.”

Wildfire smiled a slightly sad smile to herself as she swiped her security card key through the reader and hoofed open the door. “Rest well mum,” she said to the otherwise empty house. She had a lot to talk about with her mum after what she had learnt back in Trottingham. “I'll be seeing you soon, 'kay? We really need to have a chat.”

Airmail, who had just sunk her fourth coffee in the little diner, was immediately alerted by the flashing green light on her security reader. “Wily's key card just disabled the system!”

Likewise, Tempest swallowed her coffee. “Ready to fly?”

Airmail looked up at her lover and her herd-mate. “With you, always.”

Entering the kitchen, Wildfire took several moments to familiarise herself once more with the layout of the work surfaces and where things were. It had after all been a week since she had been here. In her eagerness to reacquaint herself with the kitchen, Wildfire forgot to turn off her headset. ‘Point One, seventy eight degrees, seventy miles. Point Two, seventy eight degrees, seventy miles.’ Wildfire giggled, “Oh I get it, I disable the security, then they take off…” with that, she busied herself with filling the kettle and flipped it on to boil. “Now...mugs.”

As she pulled the mugs from the cupboard, Wildfire was receiving a near constant update on her transponders. She quickly figured out that there was no way Airmail could fly that fast, certainly not as fast as was being reported. Added to that the fact that both points were always the same distance, Wildfire guessed what was happening as she spooned in the coffee and listened to her points getting closer. “I wonder what the fare is on Stormy Cabs...I'll have to ask if it's a kiss per mile…”

Shrugging off her saddlebag, Wildfire retrieved her scrapbook and her mother’s medal and, setting them both down on the kitchen table, she waited while the kettle boiled. Both of her transponders were fifty four miles away when the water started to boil. Bustling over to the kettle, Wildfire made sure to be very, very careful when it came to adding the water with her hoof while checking the water level with a wingtip for each mug.

When Wildfire finally had the coffee ready, her headset told her that Airmail and Tempest were thirty miles out. Knowing they weren’t long away now, she got a tray and carefully carried the three mugs over to the table, using a wing to find it before sitting back down with her scrapbook. “Why?” she asked it as she opened the book up at the fourth page that she knew held her mother’s picture. “Why didn't you say anything, mum? Why?”

Airmail and Tempest were five miles out when Wildfire’s cell phone rang, disturbing the diminutive blind mare’s many thoughts regarding her mother and what she had, and had not, done. “Wily,” Tempest said once Wildfire had found her phone and answered the call, “Could you please make your way to the tub and get in it?”

“Yuppers Honey, will do!” Wildfire answered.

“Too much coffee!” Airmail yelled, managing to make herself heard on Tempest’s back.

“I gotcha, Pretty.” Wildfire giggled and, once Tempest had hung up, she set her phone down on the table next to her scrapbook and she got up from the seating pad, leaving the scrapbook open and the medal out. “Saved by the bell mum, but we will talk about this, I promise you that.” With that, she made her way over to the stairs and ascended up to the landing, counting the doors along to the bathroom.

As she climbed up the stairs, Wildfire heard the range quickly go down from miles to feet until they are twenty five feet away. Wildfire quickly hopped in the bath, laying back to rest her head on the side as she at last turned off the headset, listening intently.

After a moment she giggled to herself, “I don't think I want pee on this suit…” very quickly, she peeled herself out of the advanced flight suit and, removing it and the headset, she laid both of them on the floor out of the way beside the tub. “I bet the dry cleaning bill would be huge!”

Just then, tack door opened and two ponies charged up the stairs. Wildfire snorted out a laugh. “The stealthy cat burglars have arrived!”

Tempest was the first in the bathroom and she jumped into the wide bathtub next to Wildfire and laid down like she was. “Ready Airy!” the violet weather mare called out, excited and breathless as Airmail followed her in and hovered up so that she could straddle both Tempest and Wildfire. Lifting up her summer green tail, she pressed her forehoof to her belly and with a deep sigh she relaxed her bladder muscles and released her hot stream of piss over the two of them.

Immediately, as soon as the first drops hit her nose, Wildfire opened her mouth in an attempt to catch some of the hot urine that spattered all over her face and muzzle. “So,” she said as the yellow rain hit her face, “how much was the fare Pretty?”

“Lots and lots of coffee!” Airmail moaned with a deep sigh in her voice, her stream seemingly never ending.

Wildfire drank some more, allowing some of the piss to splash on her face, she felt some of the hot steaming liquid pool in the bathtub under her. “Stormy Cabs is best taxi!”

Once her stream had at last diminished, Airmail let out a very contented sigh. “That was hard to hold in.”

“Out,” Tempest squealed as soon as Airmail’s stream had ran out, “It’s my turn.” Straightaway, Airmail exited the tub, hovering over to the sink to thoroughly wash and scrub her hooves as Tempest took her place.

“Ooh do I get more?” Wildfire asked as she licked her lips, “I am a lucky little mare today!”

“We get more…” Tempest clarified kindly as she straddled Wildfire’s chest. Unlike Airmail, she sat very low on the yelloe pegasus’s body, she was almost rubbing her marehood on her yellow fur. A deep sigh and a clenching of her abdominal muscles later and Tempest’s urine hit Wildfire’s body. Dry humping her as she pissed, Tempest used her hooves to direct the stream everywhere to make a real mess in the tub.

“Hmmm…” Wildfire giggled, “I like that...” she stroked a forehoof though her wet stinking fur, lifting the sodden hoof to her lips for a thorough licking. Tempest, once her own stream had ran out, leant forward and passionately kissed Wildfire’s lips. Wildfire returned the kiss just as passionately, sliding their tongues together they spent minutes tasting each other and the urine. As Tempest rubbed her body against her little herd-mate’s, Wildfire giggled as she kissed her way down Tempest's wet body. “This is wonderfully dirty, Honey.”

“It isn't dirty,” Tempest protested, “there is no mud on me. Just good wet fun!” she smiled as she nibbled on Wildfire’s dripping wet black mane.

“I'm glad there isn't,” Wildfire cooed, squirming all the time under Tempest’s tender loving touch, “I'd have to ask you to clean it off first.” Tempest giggled at that and rolled over, dragging Wildfire up on top of her. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, her weight falling on top of the violet pony, squishing her into the shallow puddle in the tub.

As Wildfire began kissing and nibbling Tempest’s neck, she tasted Airmail’s pee, while Airmail herself giggled and left the bathroom now that her hooves were sparkling clean. Tempest leaned up and kissed Wildfire’s pee stained cheek. “I'll be here for you for this.”

“Thanks Honey,” Wildfire smiled, adding slurpy little kisses to the licks she was delivering to Tempest’s neck.

Tempest giggled, “You taste wonderful, did you already relieve yourself?”

“Oh no,” Wildfire shook her head, “I haven't gone since visiting Wind's bathroom earlier.” She smiled though as a delicious little thought crept into her head along with a familiar little cramp that crept into her abdomen. “I kinda need to though, now you mention it.”

“You are on top,” Tempest reminded her, her voice hitching up a little in anticipation.

“Why, so I am!” Wildfire had a gleeful smile on her face as she pushed herself upright so that she was sat straddling Tempest’s belly just as she released her own hot steaming stream. “So...you left your points switched on?” she sighed as she pissed all over Tempest’s violet belly, even grinding herself down to force the stream everywhere.

“Thought you'd worry if we turned them off,” Tempest replied as she used her hooves to spread the piss all over her chest.

“Mmm…that's sweet, but I was cool,” Wildfire said as her stream started to putter out. “I minded what you said about being careful going solo, and I listened to my directions.”

“No problems then, on the return flight?”

“Nopes!” Wildfire squealed and, as she finished her pee, she leaned forward to wrap Tempest up in a tight hug so that the hot urine was squelched between them both. “I barrel rolled twice, sang a little song, climbed to twenty thousand and I flew at seventy. Before I knew it I was home.”

Very much impressed, Tempest kissed Wildfire’s nose. “And your mind didn't think of all the things we might be doing?”

Wildfire blushed at that. “Um, a little, I checked your positions once or twice. “I noticed you hadn't moved. I figured you wanted some alone time, y'know, just you and Airy.”

“Aw, that was sweet of you to think that,” Tempest smiled, “Truth is we thought you needed some alone time. Not to prove anything to us, but to yourself.”

Wildfire got it. She knew that Tempest was referring to the very close near miss that had happened while they had been playing tag, and she was pleased that they had given her the space. “I was kinda chuffed I managed it on my own, and I was tempted to go nuts and do something crazy, but like you said, time and a place for being a silly filly, and a time for doing as I was told and flying properly.”

“You were asked to go home without us.” Tempest commented gently but firmly, “How you did that was up to you. Until you disabled the security system there was no way for us to track you.”

“Exactly!” Wildfire made an excited little squee as she rubbed herself against Tempest’s body, once more squishing their wet fur together. “There was no way for you to know if I binned it and smeared on the ground.”

“We trust you Wily.” Tempest said definitely, “And we love you enough to let you go. I was happy when you answered the phone. Airy was afraid she'd piss on me mid-flight.”

“I had a feeling you'd ring, and you didn't interrupt anything that can't wait.” Wildfire smiled as she kissed Tempest’s lips, “thanks, for letting me go on my own, Honey.”

Tempest simply squeezed her little lover just that bit tighter to her at that. “You're welcome, Wily. Being able to doesn't mean you have to, but that you can when you want to.” As soon as she said that, she sniffed herself, as well as Wildfire in the tub. While she enjoyed watersports, she knew Airmail wouldn’t let them within five miles unless they cleaned up. “After we shower though, we'll drink that coffee I smelled coming in and I think there is some of Thespy's black forest cake waiting in the fridge.”

Immediately, Wildfire brightened up, if that was even necessary. “Oh well, that's alright then!” after one more very deep kiss, Wildfire sat up and felt blindly for the shower controls. Tempest laid back and watched, not helping, confident she could do it.

After a moment, Wildfire found the faucets and, with hot water pouring over them both, Wildfire and Tempest both shampooed each other. “Plus,” Tempest smiled as she worked the scented soap into Wildfire’s mane and fur, “now that I've made room for coffee, it’s time to drink what you made for us.”

“I just managed to get it done before you and Airy came home.” Wildfire replied as she too massaged the shampoo deep into Tempest’s violet fur, “I hope you like it, I even remembered where everything was!”

“Ah,” Tempest tried very hard to supress her giggles, “but did you put everything back when you were done. No lids on the worktops?” she asked, knowing full well that the lids had been left off of the coffee and the sugar jars. Wildfire had, she noticed, put the milk away. On that note she made a reminder to thank Thespian for replacing the perishables while they had been away.

“Oh...” Wildfire blushed, only just remembering the coffee jar. “Well, maybe the coffee lid kinda found its way off the jar...”

The giggles that Tempest was supressing burst forth, “You are soooooo in trouble!” she sang in a singsong voice.

Wildfire hung her head just a little. “I know...but Honey, there was a thing, and it happened, then you rang...and I forgot...sorry…”

“Time for black forest cake and coffee, then we’ll go from there.” Tempest replied and, once they were both sufficiently cleaned and dried, she led the way back down the stairs, going down considerably slower than when she charged up them.

Airmail was sat at the kitchen table, she looked up when she heard hoof-steps coming down the stairs. She saw Wildfire following Tempest and she grinned. “I was worried you both went down the drain.” She giggled, taking a sip of her coffee. “This is good coffee Wily, but you really do need to put stuff away correctly. At least you turned off the gas.”

“Thanks Airy, I’m sorry about that.” Wildfire shuffled her hooves nervously in the kitchen, “I um, I was distracted.”

“So,” Airmail giggled, “you are going to blame Stormy's phone call?”

Wildfire shook her head, “oh no...well, not entirely, maybe it put me off a little, but while the kettle was boiling I got the scrapbook out…” she rested her forehoof on the table and found the book was still there where she had left it, “I know I can't read it, I just wanted to touch the pictures.”

“Okay,” Airmail admitted, pulling Wildfire into a tight hug and sitting her down on the pad next to her, “it is a beautiful book, even by hoof. Still, you put away the coffee without a lid!”

Quickly, Wildfire returned the kiss to her fiancé’s lips. “I know...and I shouldn't use mum as an excuse either...I’m sorry, Pretty.”

“Yeah, you need to save that for a good time, like the dishes.” Tempest laughed out loud as she sat down at the table and took up her still warm coffee, “like, ‘sorry, gotta go, I hear my mum calling,’ sort of thing.”

Somewhat calmer, Wildfire took a sip of her own coffee. “How was the cab ride home, Airy?” she asked with a little giggle, “I assumed you hitched a lift, your transponder returns were too close together and too fast to be otherwise.”

Airmail shrugged, “I know when it's time to let others help me.”

“And she is still an independent cuss.”

“Backseat flier?” Wildfire snickered, “I bet she was all 'there's a tree over there, careful, or watch out for that lake'?”

Again, Tempest laughed, though this time she struggled not to spit coffee everywhere. “No, the worse part was the old mare drooling on me after she fell asleep.”

Wildfire giggled when she heard Airmail deliver a perfect raspberry to Tempest. “You’d better keep the false teeth in Pretty, maybe you won't drool so much?”

Playfully, Airmail nipped Wildfire’s ear. “All the better to bite you, my dear.”

“Eeek!” Wildfire squealed at the sudden bite, thankfully she wasn’t holding her coffee mug at the moment Airmail bit her ear, “y-yes, oh big bad wolf.”

As Airmail howled up into the kitchen ceiling, Tempest facehooved. “Please, Wily, don't get her started.”

Wildfire just snorted out a laugh, “I don't think you need to worry about being silly, Airy.”

“I don't know,” Airmail sniffed, affecting an air of indifference, “you're a major challenge for all the silly ones in the herd.”

“Oh good!” In a very good imitation of Airmail, Wildfire howled as loudly as she could. She could almost hear Tempest’s second facehoof. “I need to keep you all on your hooves!”

“That you are, my fine mare.” Tempest grinned around her facehoof, “The serious ones will hold onto the scorecards.”

“I should hope so!” Wildfire put on her very finest Canterlot accent as she took a delicate sip of her coffee, “growing up doesn't mean growing old, and if someponie's keeping score, I want to win!” she pulled a very heroic pose before finishing her coffee and reverting to her regular tone of voice, “that really wasn't bad. I'll have to make it more often.”

“Yes,” Airmail giggled, “you will.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire snickered, “and who knows, with more practise I'll be able to clean up afterwards…”

Tempest leaned over the table and squeezed Wildfire’s hoof with her own. “You don't have to clean up on your own, Wily,” she explained tenderly, “just ask for help and we'll be happy to do so.”

“I know Honey,” Wildfire’s smile grew larger when her hoof was squeezed. She knew her lover and her herd-mate had her interests at heart. “And sometimes I will, but I really want to do stuffs by myself.”

Airmail piped up then, for she wanted Wildfire to know how she felt too. “And both of us want you to do stuff on your own, like flying from Fillydelphia to Manehatten.” Just like Tempest had done, she squeezed Wildfire’s hoof with her own. “Did you get any warnings close to town?” she asked, curious to know just how Wildfire had coped with the Manehatten traffic system.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire nodded eagerly, “ten miles out, I got a max altitude warning from the traffic system to descend to ten thousand feet, I was up at twenty most of the way.” She leant in close and tenderly kissed Airmail, “it was really cool flying like that.”

Tempest snorted and Airmail rolled her eyes, “yes it certainly is cooler at altitude.”

Wildfire giggled, “well yeah, but I meant like, following my flight gear's instructions as opposed to you two calling out directions and stuff…”

“We got it,” Tempest interrupted her little lover, “that was just Airy trying to play the straight mare on the comedy team.”

“Ah I see,” Wildfire giggled when she realised she had been had. She fell for it every single time, and she didn’t care. “The freedom really was, well, cool. I could've asked it for anywhere and just gone. I'm glad I didn't though, I'm not up to flying one thousand nine hundred and twenty six miles to Canterlot Cemetery just yet.”

Tempest’s hoof once more found Wildfire’s foreleg. “Keep up the practice and you'll be able to do that in two days.” She stated very confidently.

“Oh I'll keep up the practice,” Wildfire declared, just as confidently, “but not for just taking off when I feel like it, I got the work starting Monday morning.”

“Poor Wildfire,” Airmail sighed a very dramatic little sigh, “reduced to the working class just like the rest of us.”

“II know right?” Wildfire grumped playfully, “I should just get paid for being sexy and awesomes!”

Airmail and Tempest both giggled at that, and, following several quiet ear flicks, Airmail got up and retrieved the black forest cake from the fridge, seeing as she was closest. “You could,” she said as she served them each a very generous piece, “but I’m not sure that is a job you'd like.”

Tempest’s blue eyes were wide indeed when her slice of cake was placed in front of her. “You did do well on Coco's runway for that lingerie show, though.”

“I sure did, well I wanted to please you both. So I made sure to put on a good show…” Wildfire went quiet when she sniffed black forest cake under her nose. It was a concerted effort to not bury her face in the bowl. “It’s a good thing Serenity coughed though otherwise I'd have been off the edge on my ass, giving you all a different show.”

“A reminder that just because you can do it on your own, you don't have to.” Airmail said serenely as she placed a spoon touching Wildfire’s hoof and taking a reserved bite out of her own piece of cake.

“Don't worry Pretty, I know when to shout for help when I need to,” Wildfire commented, though she was thinking primarily of the ‘Wildflower’ code word when she said that. She just hoped against hope that she wouldn’t ever have to use it. “It's just good y'know, being able to do it myself.”

“That it is love, that it is.” Airmail smiled as she took another spoonful of her cake, “I'm proud of you for making it home, to our home.”

“Aw, thanks babes!” Wildfire, with a mouthful of cake, gave her fiancé a cake flavoured kiss, “I was kinda proud of my little self too!” she smiled then, actually genuinely proud, too. “I suppose it does sound better like that, 'our' home.”

“It is what it is,” Airmail commented, “Now then, are you enjoying your cake?”

“Yuppers! This cake's amazing!”

Tempest snickered, “I'll be sure to let Thespy know you approve, Wily.”

With that, Airmail flicked her ears in a complex pattern that Tempest immediately picked up on. Questioningly she flicked her ears in reply, to which the azure blue lead editor nodded. Since Wildfire had left the lids off the coffee and the sugar, some discipline was in order. “Please excuse me for a few minutes, love, I'll be right back.”

“Alrighty Pretty!” Wildfire, completely oblivious to the silent communication between the two older ponies, was focussed on her cake. “I thought it was Thespian's,” she commented as she heard Airmail’s hoof-steps disappear up their stairs. “We had one like it after the open mic night, remember?”

“True, but most of them were lost to Luna.” Tempest had her head cocked to one side, apparently in thought. She knew what Airmail had planned for the evening’s fun, but she was curious to see just how clueless Wildfire actually was to what was about to happen. “So, no troubles, or issues on the flight here?” she tried very hard to keep her voice natural, “Wing muscles feeling fine?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire answered, having already assessed herself on the way back. “Everything was sweet, I kept up a steady seventy, there were no cramps, tweaks or twinges. You have no idea how nice that is after those years of having them broken. Just to fly and not hurt.”

Tempest thought about that for a moment. “You're right, I do have no idea, nor do I want one.” She said, though she was mindful of the time that Airmail had shot her and blown her feather in half. “You did really good Wily, I can't say that enough. Tomorrow you can do some underwater swimming at the lake. After I'll preen you while Airy gives you a massage. Then the two of you can preen me and both of us preen Airy before we go to Caffy's.”

Wildfire nodded so hard she almost gave herself whiplash. “That sounds like a plan, Honey.”

“I'm going to have you...” whatever Tempest was going to ‘have her’ was unfortunately lost though when Airmail came silently back down the stairs and noisily cleared her throat. Tempest, looking at her herd-mate, had to force her jaw to not drop open. “Judging by what is in your mouth, everything is ready?”

“Yesh.”

Tempest nodded solemnly. “Time for phase two of our little plan, my pet. To the bedroom with you!”

Wildfire grinned the very second that Tempest uttered the word ‘pet’. “Yes Mistress!” immediately the little blind mare got up from her seating pad and she trotted her way through the kitchen and the dining room over to the stairs. Climbing up them, she quickly found the bedroom. Her search wasn’t exactly helped when she felt Airmail trailing a crop along her toned flank.

Just before she reached the bedroom, Wildfire paused at the door as a scent she hadn’t smelled in the house before made its way to her nostrils. Sniffing the air, she tried to place it. “Is…is that sandalwood?” she asked, sniffing all the time, “Hmmm what's that for?”

Stalking silently past Wildfire, Airmail set the crop down on the bed next to the other things she had arranged there. “I like it, what do you think?”

Wildfire was immediately confused. She knew Airmail had walked, because her hoof-steps affected the cadance of her voice like it always did, but she didn’t hear any steps. It was just like her hooves had been muffled again, like Darkstar had done to her back in Octavia’s nursery, but she knew that was impossible now. “I, I think it smells nice.”

“Good,” Airmail smirked for she could see Wildfire’s confusion and she could hazard a guess as to why that was. “I have a variety of incense.”

“Though she used to burn it to get the smell of war out of her nose.” Tempest purred behind Wildfire as she walked past her and stood by the bed.

“Now it’s something to set the mood.”

Wildfire flicked her ears. She was able to follow Tempest’s distinctive hoof-steps easily, but Airmails, it was like she was invisible, especially as the burning sandalwood incense overpowered her usual jasmine fragrance. “I um…I only noticed it cos I haven't smelt it here before. It is nice…” she shuffled her hooves uncertainly.

For their own benefit, the bedroom was lit by a few bunches of sandalwood scented candles placed in the corners where they wouldn't be hit by a stray wing or errant crop. Airmail, stalking over to the bottom of the bed, stood with her legs body width apart. “Come and feel what I'm wearing, Wily.”

It wasn’t a question.

“I’m coming, Airy.” Very quickly, hastening to obey, Wildfire followed the sound of Airmail’s voice. It was all she had to go on and, once she felt her way with a wingtip to the bottom of the bed, she found Airmail’s body. Running a tentative hoof over her, she felt what her fiancé was wearing.

She felt the skin tight body suit that perfectly followed the contours of Airmail’s body. She felt the suit that left only her hooves and eyes exposed, even her tail was tucked down her left leg. All this Wildfire felt, and she was unnerved in the extreme. “Her suit is blacker than Luna's night.” Tempest said in a very hushed, subdued voice. “It is what she wore when hunting.” She licked Wildfire’s ear. “You just might be her prey…”

Nervously, Wildfire shivered, once more touching Airmail's suit. “It…it feels...I dunno, silky...my hoof just slides off it.” If she was honest, it scared her just feeling it, she dreaded to think what she would feel like if she could see it.

“It reflects ground radar too,” Airmail giggled, but even the giggle sounded dangerous. “I'm supposed to look really scary, but I'll just have to see if it feels that way.”

“True,” Tempest commented, “it is hard to scare our Wily with just your looks.”

Wildfire shivered as she once again touched the strange suit, again trying again to feel...anything and coming up with almost nothing. “It feels a little scary,” she said, trying very hard to sound braver than she felt right then. It didn’t really work.

Wasting no further time, Airmail pressed her lips to Wildfire’s. She fancied she could feel her heartbeat hammering away in her little chest. It was…empowering, to know she was this intimidating even when she couldn’t be seen. “Now.” Her very voice was commanding, “I want you to feel the bed and tell me what is there.”

“Let us know if you'd like us to use any of the toys,” Tempest said, resting her hoof supportively on Wildfire’s shoulder.

Wildfire kissed Airmail’s lips, very grateful that Tempest’s hoof was there. It helped remind her that this was supposed to be loving and fun. Carefully, she moved back to the bed, feeling with her hooves as she went. Her experienced hooves told her, after a thorough search, that there were four cuffs, with leads attached to the bed posts. Feeling some more, she detected the crop that Airmail had teased her with and, with a shiver, there was a paddle and some toys. Notably a vibrating egg, a butt plug, a gag and a blindfold.

Feeling them all one more time, Wildfire made her mind up. “I'd like you to use them on me,” she pointed to the hoof cuffs, “And the crop, the egg, the plug and the gag, please.”

“Do you want to wear the collar,” Airmail started, her voice considerably softer, more like ‘herself’ than it was literally seconds before, “or are you past that now?”

Almost instinctively, Wildfire reached a hoof up and ran it along the two tone purple and blue collar around her neck. “Y-You um, you can take it off, Airy.” She said nervously.

“We will keep this though,” Airmail said as she slowly, carefully, removed the collar that had been a permanent feature of her fiancé’s neck for the last few weeks. “It will have a special place on the shelf near the feathers.” Placing it reverently on the nightstand by the bed, Airmail turned and kissed Wildfire once more. “Please climb up on the bed Wildfire, but remain standing.”

Smiling, feeling somewhat more at ease with herself and, more importantly, her present situation, Wildfire hopped up on the bed and, doing as she was told, she stood more or less in the centre. With a gentle nudge, Airmail and Tempest helped to centralise her and then they securely fastened the cuffs around her four hooves.

The next thing Wildfire detected was a shift in the weight of the bed, and this close, she smelled a faint hint of jasmine in front of her. Airmail gently kissed her, and yet again, Wildfire felt her heart beating like a huge drum in her chest. “You know that I love you.” The azure blue mare breathed into her lover’s ear.

Wildfire nodded. “Of course I do, Airy.”

“And that Tempest loves you too.”

The diminutive blind mare smiled. “I know with all my soul you both love me.”

“Wildfire, there are no safe words in sharing pleasure.” Airmail continued, not moving from her position in front of her fiancé on the bed. In the half-light offered by the bunches of flickering candles, she appeared to glow, “Just speak what you wish and we shall do so to please you and us, and we will do the same.”

Wildfire nodded, “I got it…” no sooner had she said that than Airmail kissed her, deeply and passionately. “I love you…” again, Wildfire’s sentence was cut short. This time though, it wasn’t by a tongue, it was cut short by a very slippery hoof tip playing with her tail hole. She hadn’t even noticed Airmail slip around her on the bed. “Hmm,” she wiggled her ass, lifting up her black tail as the hoof tip was withdrawn and, a second later, she felt something larger push against her tail hole until the larger blub slipped past her well used anal ring. “Aaah...” she took several deep breaths as she felt full up.

“Have you been a naughty mare?” Airmail asked, gently but firmly tapping the base of the butt plug.

“Aaah, y-yes Airy,” Wildfire gasped as the plug wiggled inside her, stimulating her anal passage, “yes I have!”

No sooner had Wildfire said that, than Airmail swung the riding crop she held in her hoof. With perfect aim, the end slapped the base of the butt plug, forcing it deeper inside her for just a moment until the muscles of her spread sphincter forced it to sit where it had been. “I love my naughty mare because she is so sexy,” Airmail purred.

Wildfire, wincing from the effects of the slap of the crop on the plug, gasped, “I-I love being naughty!”

Swinging the crop, Airmail delivered two very forceful slaps to Wildfire’s left and right cutie marks, thrilling at how delightfully Wildfire whimpered before her. “Do you like me to be naughty, too?”

Wildfire did indeed whimper, she lifted up her tail and she could feel her marehood begin to leak onto the bedsheets underneath her. “AAaaAAH!” she screamed, “Yes, I love you being naughty!”

Without any warning, Airmail delivered another hard slap to both of Wildfire’s cutie marks. “Do you want to be naughty with my hooves?” she asked, while Tempest watched on, her blue eyes riveted to the action on the bed.

“AAH…Nggh! Gaah…” Wildfire winced at each slap, though her marehood got wetter with each slap too. “Y-Yes I do, v-very naughty!”

Wildfire then heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped, but she didn’t have time to process it as a hard slap landed on her right butt check. “Do you know what my hoof is doing right now?” Airmail asked.

Sniffing the heady scent of arousal that wasn’t hers, Wildfire’s nose told her what Airmail’s hoof was doing. “Oooh!” she tried to concentrate in spite of her own juices leaking down her inner thighs, “I...y-you’re touching yourself with your hoof, Airy.”

“I'm a naughty mare, aren't I?” Airmail asked rhetorically as she slapped Wildfire’s left butt cheek with the crop.

“Aaahn!” Wildfire squealed, “yes, you are naughty!”

Airmail, in her element, grinned. “Does my naughty mare want to lick my hoof?” she herself could only just see her own hoof, thanks to the meagre light from the scented candles.

About to answer, Wildfire paused when she felt the crop was now rubbing against her reddened ass cheeks. She had her mouth open to reply when the next thing she felt was the length of the crop pressed deeply into her sopping wet slit. “Aah…yes please!” she begged, her tail swishing and her wings fluttering in excitement. “I do, very much!”

Airmail ground the crop against her folds, loving the way her juices glistened in the candlelight. Seconds later, her hot wet tongue moved with it. “You are such a naughty mare, wanting to taste my hoof.” Brushing said hoof over Wildfire’s muzzle, she held it in front of her nose. “Reach for it with your tongue.”

Immediately, not wanting to be told twice, Wildfire stuck her tongue out and leant forward, searching the air for Airmail’s hoof. She found it a second later and tasted Airmail’s pussy on her tongue. The lead editor smiled over at the antsy look on her herd-mate’s face. “Stormy wants to mount you, may she?”

Wildfire nodded eagerly, “oh yes she may!” she squeaked, licking her tongue along the toe of Airmail's hoof, loving the taste of her on it. While she was doing that, she heard he squishing sound of Airmail's other hoof and the crop left her backside. As Wildfire was about to whine a little at the loss of contact, she straightaway felt somepony playing with the butt plug and it came alive with intense vibrations.

Once she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her hoof, Airmail switched it for her other hoof as Wildfire felt the weight of hooves on her back. Automatically, the little yellow pegasus shifted her stance a little to take the weight of Tempest bearing down upon her. “Hmmm…” she purred as she sucked Airmail’s pussy juices off the sole of her hoof.

Tempest, in position behind Wildfire, and with the stallionator strapped tightly around her waist, slid her full length into Wildfire’s very wet snatch in one smooth thrust of her hips. She was so wet and aroused that even the medial ring went in with no resistance at all. At her head, Airmail moved from kissing to nibble licking Wildfire's neck. “Ooh…oh wow...Stormy...hmmmm!”

Hearing that, Tempest wasted absolutely no time at all in going to town, for she was intent on rutting Wildfire’s marehood as hard as she could possibly manage. As Tempest picked up her tempo, Airmail’s nibbles turned into bites on her neck and upper shoulder. “YOOOW!” Wildfire screamed as she felt her inner muscles clench around the thrusting invader inside her. “Oh yes!” she braced herself against Tempest's hard rutting thrusts, “ngggh! Airy...”

Wildfire’s heavenly moans and screams were all the encouragement Tempest needed and she slammed into her little lover harder and harder, especially as she was bucking herself at the same time. Likewise, up front, Airmail got rougher, her bites deliciously painful as she moved towards a wing joint. “AAahaaAAH h-holy sh-shit!” Wildfire started shaking and panting, feeling an Equestria shattering orgasm fast approaching. “D-Damn...”

“N-Now…ngggh…now, Airy!” Tempest grunted and Airmail went for Wildfire’s left wing and dived under it.

“Wha...?” Underneath Tempest, Wildfire was at first confused about what Tempest meant by that when she felt Airmail going deep into her wing to tease her erogenous zones with her mouth. “Oooh!” she put those thoughts out of her mind as Tempest slammed in hard and reached her climax, holding Wildfire’s waist tightly as she thrust her shuddering self against her and the vibrating butt plug. “STOOOORMY!” Wildfire screamed her lover’s name as she too came, soaking Tempest's crotch with her cum. “Oooh buuuuuck! Oh buuuuck!”

Tempest, utterly and completely spent, though still deep inside Wildfire, rested her weight on her back just as Airmail emerged from under Wildfire’s wing. “Well done Wily,” Airmail congratulated her fiancé, “I think you wore Stormy out.”

On wobbling legs, Wildfire giggled a soft giggle. “I…I do my best, my loves.”

“Yes,” Tempest breathed, trying to get her breath back, “but some poor pony has yet to come. We can't have that, now can we, Wily?”

“N-No…” Wildfire gasped, also managing, just, to get breath back as she came down from her orgasmic high. “No, we can't…” she breathed while Airmail busied herself with unfastening the four leads from the bedposts and removing the hoof cuffs from Wildfire’s forelegs.

Once that was done, Tempest pulled herself and the toy out of Wildfire’s spread open pussy but she left the vibrating plug in her ass. As soon as the cuffs had been removed, Wildfire flexed her forelegs, “hmm…that was so good!”

Wildfire was pretty sure it was Tempest then, that crawled underneath her and pressed her back against her chest to lift your forehooves up off the bed. Then, she felt a warm cloth between her hooves scrubbing her forehooves very clean indeed. “Wh-Whoo!” she grinned, for she had a shrewd idea as to what was coming next, remembering the disaster of a few days ago.

Once Wildfire’s hooves were absolutely spotless, she felt herself lowered back to the bed. “Well,” Airmail said, trying to keep the level of confidence in her voice, “I know what to expect this time and I'm sure you can do better than last time, right my love?”

Wildfire smiled, “right you are, babes.”

“You want me on my back or on my belly?”

“On your back,” Wildfire directed her fiancé, “Just like last time.”

“What would you like me to do, Wildfire?” Tempest asked, more than willing, in this instance, to defer to the more experienced member of their little herd as Airmail flipped over onto her back and spread her wings out as well as her hind legs.

Wildfire knew what to do. She had this. “Help me get her ready, Stormy. Nibble her neck, play with a breast, whatever gets Airy wettest the fastest.” As she said that, she felt her way down to Airmail's left breast and started to rub around it, teasing her with the sole of her hoof.

Airmail giggled, “then I suggest you do what you do best, Stormy.”

“I’m on it.”

Wildfire giggled, knowing full well that the movement she felt was Tempest moving to begin her signature preening on Airmail’s wing. As soon as Tempest started, and Airmail cooed, Wildfire moved her hoof from Airmail’s breast down to her marehood and she was pleased to feel it glistening wet. “Oooh wow…” she felt around Airmail's puffy lust swollen labia. “Airy, this won't take long…” she then nudged the toe of her hoof into her dripping wet tunnel.

As soon as she entered her, even just a little, Wildfire felt her lover tense up. Tempest also felt Airmail tense up. The violet weather mare decided to fix this. Smiling, she nipped the blue primary feather in her mouth. “Ow!” Airmail squealed, immediately relaxing. “Oh, heh, yeah, don't shorten it on my account. I'm good, go for it, Wily.”

“You sure?” Wildfire asked, very gently pressing forward with her leg, getting the whole front half of her hoof inside her accommodating snatch.

“Oh yeah, I'm good.” Airmail purred, knowing she was on the way to heaven, “Ohh, Sweet Luna, on two fronts!”

“Alrighty Airy,” Wildfire, reassured, slowly inserted her hoof up to the bulbs of her heel, all the time using her other hoof to rub around Airmail’s clitoral hood. Straightaway she heard Airmail begin to pant, while Tempest was lost in the preening and has tuned out the world around her. Forging ahead, Wildfire pushed her hoof in up to her fetlock, she slowed the rubbing of her other hoof.

Feeling her already wet marehood get even wetter as it was spread open by Wildfire’s questing hoof, as well as Tempest’s awesome preening, Airmail’s hind legs spread even wider apart and straightened out while her forehooves dug into the cloud mattress underneath her.

Wildfire, feeling Airmail’s hind legs straighten up, withdrew her foreleg back to the heel of her hoof and pushed it back in a bit further. “Ow!” Airmail squeaked, then she giggled, “Heh, sorry, looks like I'm giving birth or something.”

Wildfire, as soon as heard the ‘ow’, she paused. “Airy, are you okay?”

“Yes, as long as Stormy stops biting.”

Wildfire giggled, “I think she's hungry…” carefully, the little blind mare pushed her foreleg in all the way up to her elbow, pulling out a bit then thrusting back in again.

“Ohhhh,” Airmail moaned, “I'm feeling so full and so good!”

“You're doing awesomes babes,” Wildfire tried her best to reassure her fiancé as she pushed on deeper into her stretched open wet snatch, while with her other hoof she found her hard exposed clitoris.

“Rock me, Wily!” Airmail pleaded as she moved her forehoof to rub at her breast.

“You got it, Airy.” Wildfire smiled as she felt the toe of her hoof reach her lover’s cervix before she pulled back part way and thrust back in again. Airmail, in sheer pleasure, went into spasm around Wildfire’s leg. “Somepony liked that, huh?” she thrust her leg a little harder, each thrust tapping the entrance to her womb.

“Oh, yes, yeeeeeees Wily!” stars exploded across Airmail’s vision as Wildfire pulled her leg out three quarters of the way then thrusts hard back inside again, and Airmail orgasmed long and hard. “Y-Yeeees, yeees Wildfire!”

Feeling her climax and her clenching tunnel squirting cum out with each movement, Wildfire slowed her thrusting down to a much gentler pace, pulling out a little so she could bend down and lap at her crotch. “How was that, sweetie?”

“Mmmmm…Mmmmm…Mmmmm…”

Smirking, Tempest pulled off of the wing the wing she had been preening. “I only got through one wing, so do it again.”

“Yesssssss…” Airmail hissed pleasurably as Tempest moved around the bed to start on the other wing. The azure blue mare’s hiss was cut short when Wildfire slid her hoof back inside her gaping marehood, this time much faster than before as she was so very wet and ready.

Airmail arched her back in an attempt to take more of her lover’s leg inside her snatch. Wildfire slid her leg all the way in as far as it would go and held it there at her cervix as she took a rock hard nipple in her mouth. “Gah! AAaaAAAH!” she screamed and shuddered as a violent orgasm surged through her.

“And I haven't tapped you yet,” Wildfire snickered as she sucked Airmail’s nipple harder, adding little nibbles while her hoof gently tapped at her cervical wall.

A second later and Airmail’s pussy muscles clamped down on Wildfire’s leg. “Ahhhhh!” she screamed, and in response, she pulled her leg out and thrust back in, adding little nips to the nipple she was sucking on. Airmail’s writhing and squirming grew even more frenzied, “AhhHHHHhahaahhHHHHaaAAAAhhh!” Airmail screamed her loudest scream yet as a third momentous orgasm ripped through her.

Wildfire leant over slightly and sucked hard on the other nipple, Airmail bucked her hips hard into Wildfire’s leg before going limp on the bed. “Oh sweet Luna! GAaaAAh!” she let out another weak scream, juice leaking out around Wildfire’s soaking wet foreleg.

Sensing Airmail’s whole body going limp, Tempest poked her head up from the wing she was preening. “Well done, Wily!”

Carefully, very slowly indeed, Wildfire pulled her hoof out of Airmail’s wet marehood. “Nice one, Stormy!”

As a precaution, Tempest rested a forehoof on Airmail's chest and was rewarded with a faint heaving. “Still ticking.”

Wildfire though sounded extremely worried. “Airy, are you still with us?”

“Y-Y-You…” Airmail panted, “you won't get rid of me that easy.”

Tempest snorted, “I guess I won't call the insurance company just yet then.”

Wildfire, after taking a few moments to lick her hoof clean, smiled down at where she imagined Airmail to be laying in front of her. “Have fun, babes?”

“I did,” Airmail panted, her breathing still a long way from being normal, “and it was far better this time.” A few long minutes later though, and the oldest mare in the bedroom was finally able to sit herself up, using the pillows of the bed for support. “Did you have fun, Wildfire?”

“Oh, oh yeah...it was way better this time around. I loved it…” Wildfire smiled, though when she touched the part of her neck where the collar had been, she went quiet.

“Do you miss it?” Airmail asked.

Wildfire nodded, “um, a little, but it was Wildflowers, not mine.”

“What about your relationship with Mapper and Luna?” Tempest asked curiously.

“That’s...that's a good question, Honey.”

Airmail rested her hoof on Wildfire’s foreleg. The dry one. “Didn’t Serenity say you had multiple Mistresses?”

“She did,” Wildfire nodded once more, “but...I don't think I'm calling you two 'Mistress' anymore.”

“Only if it is part of a game you wish to play.” Tempest attempted to clarify, “I did really enjoy swinging that crop, though.”

“I enjoyed receiving it Stormy,” Wildfire replied quickly, though her serious mood was lifted a little when she heard Tempest break out in giggles, “it's just saying goodbye to her, taking the collar off, I feel different y'know?”

Airmail knew just what the diminutive pegasus meant. “You mean like taking off the mane bow when you no longer thought of yourself as a filly?”

“Yuppers...that's it.” Wildfire agreed, “That’s it right there. I'd still like to be spanked and stuff, that's too cool not to do, but I don't need to be a pet anymore to do it.”

Listening and watching, Tempest got it too, she understood partly what Wildfire meant. “Wearing the collar makes you a sub, but not a pet per say. You see, Serenity always wears a collar not because she is Mapper's pet, but more because she’s her possession.”

“Yeah,” Airmail spoke up, “It took me time to understand it. For Serenity it is saying to the world, 'I'm taken'.”

Wildfire turned her head down towards the bed. “Amethyst Glory saw me as her possession, I know she’s not the same as Mapper, and being hers was nice, for a time...”

“She does love you and will let you go with no argument.” Airmail stated with absolute confidence in her pink herd-mate. “And Mapper will be happy to spank you should you feel that you deserve it.” she concluded with a giggle.

Still, Wildfire’s head was pointed downwards. “I…I kinda feel a bit ungrateful Airy...like you've done all this to help me these two weeks...”

Immediately there was a very tight hug from Airmail, along with an extra tight hug from Tempest from the other side. “Explain.” The violet weather mare said simply.

“It’s just…I dunno, I feel like I've used you all, you, Stormy, Mapper, Serenity, being your pet, and Mapper's pet, to get myself back together to something resembling me again and now I'm like 'fine thanks for that, don't need it no more'.”

Airmail blinked once then twice. “You saying you don't need us anymore?”

“No!” Wildfire exclaimed very quickly indeed, “no, not that, not ever that! I love the bones of you all, I'm marrying you Airy...I just, I dunno, it's kinda hard to put it in words.”

Tempest saw her little lover struggling and thought she knew a way to help her out. “If you think we didn't want you 'back together' then you're thinking wrong, Wily.”

Airmail added, “My love for you didn't change from the first day to now, but has only grown stronger.”

“If you want to do something serious then walk up to Caffy and say, 'I've given up coffee for tea'.” Tempest couldn’t help but erupt in a fit of giggles at her own joke.

Wildfire shook her head vehemently at that idea. “Dusky has tea, the freak!” she did join Tempest in the giggle fit. She knew she could always count on her mares to make her feel better. “I think...I think I see myself as an equal to you all, where before I didn't, y’know?”

“Good,” Airmail smiled as she pulled Wildfire down to lie next to her on the bed, “then you see us the way we've always seen you.”

“Don't worry about Mapper either.” Tempest said as she lay down on the opposite side to Wildfire, making her the mare in the middle of the snuggle pile, “She will let you be what you want to be, but you did have to work her over to be her pet.”

Snuggling down in between her two mares, Wildfire took a moment to kiss them both. “Hmhmm, smacking her was fun!” she giggled, “And I do still want the crop now and again, like we did here, if that's okay?”

Airmail draped her left wing over her fiancé’s body. “In love, all games are available. Only now, do I still need to let you know if you're doing something naughty?”

“No Airy, I don't think so,” Wildfire smiled as she felt Tempest’s right wing fold over her to complete the heavenly feathery cocoon, “I know I can get a decent spanking without leaving the lids off coffee jars.”

“I'm okay with that,” Airmail replied as she got herself comfortable on the bed, snuggling into the pillow under her head. “So, is this the end of the first day of the rest of your life?” she asked, kissing Wildfire’s nose while Tempest kissed her ears one after the other.

Wildfire could only think of one, very suitable word.

“Yuppers.”