Having completed a thoroughly uneventful Thursday at work, in which she spent most of her time personalising her computer and her office, Wildfire completed an equally uneventful flight home. Not that the day had been a waste, far from it. Teaching her office computer her braille instructions and installing her voice recognition software had been an adventure in itself. Still, with the absence of a fire, everything was put in place by the end of the day.

The time had just passed four thirty in the afternoon when, all happy and proud with herself at the completion of her fourth day of work, Wildfire trotted up to the back door of her town house and let herself in. “Hi Honey!” she sang out loudly, “I'm hoooome!”

From upstairs, somewhere in the vicinity of the bedroom / office, Tempest called back, “Welcome home to a clean kitchen!”

“Huh?” Wildfire questioned as she walked into the kitchen, thoroughly puzzled for a moment until she remembered the early morning. “Oh!” memories of her breakfast with Airmail, empty bowls of Oateos and mugs of coffee that she had accidentally left in the sink when she had gone to work. “Um...thank you!”

“You're welcome!” Tempest called back, switching her computer to idle for the moment.

“Yuppers, that was totally my fault!” Wildfire yelled back, shrugging off her saddle bags into their usual spot by the back door where she knew she could find them in the morning. “Pretty cooked, I should've washed. Sorry!”

As Wildfire carefully removed her flight suit and headset, an act she had become accustomed to by now, she heard Tempest trot down the stairs. “Are you now?” the violet weather pony asked with a smirk in her voice.

“Uh huh!” Wildfire nodded, hanging up her suit on a hook by the back door above her saddlebag. “I totally forgot…” she trailed off when, detecting Tempest’s scent, her black tail flagged a couple of times, reminding her that her heat was just around the corner.

Tempest walked straight over to the little blind mare and, without any preamble, kissed her lips long and hard. “You don't sound very sorry.”

“I am Stormy,” Wildfire said, returning the kiss with her tail flagging once more, “I promise!”

Tempest grinned, all Wildfire’s signs being noted. She took the yellow riding crop she held under her wing in her hoof and rubbed the end of it teasingly along Wildfire’s cheek, just under her scars. “Well,” she purred, “if you are then I'll just let this go.”

“Hmmm!” Wildfire’s wings fluttered, “w-well...I-I might need a bit of help, to see how sorry I am…”

Again, Tempest kissed her lover’s lips. It didn’t take a genius to see she was clearly in the early stages of heat, and Tempest knew just how to help her out with that. “I can help you with that, if you really want my help, Wily.”

Leaning upwards, on the tips of her hooves, Wildfire returned the kiss as her wings fluttered out further from her barrel. “Yes please, Honey!”

Tempest walked quietly around her diminutive mare, her hoof steps quietened by the carpet in the dining room. Without any warning, she used the crop. The strikes to Wildfire’s cutie marks were as swift as the breeze from the hoof that brought it. “I'll be happy too, love.”

“AAH!” Wildfire gasped with each well-placed strike and her tail hiked upwards, revealing to Tempest that she was instantly wet. “T-Thank you!”

“The correct response is, 'May I have another?’” Tempest corrected her with two more swats to each of the stylised fireball cutie marks.

“Mmmm!” Wildfire moaned, her tail stayed firmly up, she could feel traces of her arousal leaking down her inner thighs with each hit. “M-May I have another?” Oh by Luna did she want another. She needed another.

“You may.” Tempest kissed Wildfire’s ear, then, with a resounding whap, whap, whap, whap, she placed four strikes of the riding crop on each butt cheek. Teasingly, the violet pegasus stroked her wingtips up and down Wildfire’s flanks.

“MmMMmm! Aaaah! AAaaaAAAH!” she moaned lustily with each hit, she could smell the heady aroma of her arousal, she was spreading it in the air with her flagged tail. “M-May aaah I h-have an-other?” she parted her hind legs, she was leaking arousal all the way down her thighs as Tempest used her forehoof on her ass. “Oooh yeees!” her left hind hoof pawed at the floor. “M-May I have another?”

Sitting behind Wildfire now, Tempest got on her haunches so that she could use both forehooves on her yellow ass while her wing kept the crop in play. With every swing of the crop and hoof, the blind mare could tell she was doing the job, but she wasn't hitting her anywhere near what she used to get. “MMmMMM ooooh m-my yeeees...” by now, both wings were fully erect, her hind legs were apart and she was panting. “H-Honey...what's wrong, love?”

“Nothing!” Tempest beamed. She had such a smile on her face it showed in her voice. “I love the shade of red!” she laid two more hoof slaps on Wildfire’s now reddened ass, admiring her hoofiwork of criss-crossed crop strikes and welts. “Welcome to non-abusive spanking!”

Wildfire sighed happily with each spank that landed on her butt, imagining her ass was as hot and red as she felt inside. Her marehood was swollen with need, her labia was puffy and glistening wet, juices ran freely now down her thighs. Grinning at a job well done, Tempest added her muzzle to the mix, complete with her lips and tongue dancing all over Wildfire’s dripping pussy. “AAAAAH!” Wildfire screamed, “Right there!”

Tempest dropped the crop to the floor, she used both wings to rub all over Wildfire’s body, over her back, her yellow wings and her sensitive barrel. Her violet hooves rubbed her little lover’s hot ass while her tongue probed deep into her plumbing, her muzzle splitting her snatch. “Oooh…oooAAAAH H-Hooooney!” Wildfire screamed, leaking all around her nuzzle, already on her edge.

Just then, the back door by the kitchen opened, but Airmail was silent as she could hear Wildfire’s screams when she landed on the wooden decking outside. Tartarus, she could hear her when she reached the oak tree in the garden, let alone the decking. 'Now I wish I had Darkie's spell’, she thought. She saw the scene before her, she saw Tempest raise a shushing hoof to her lips. She smelled her fiancé’s arousal, thick in the air. As quietly as she could, she sneaked up and around her to add her mouth to Wildfire’s underbelly.

“GAAaaaAAAAH!” Wildfire howled when she felt the pair of lips latch onto her teats. Seconds later, with another loud howling scream, she came, all her legs going weak as she rode the high of her raging climax.

Without missing a beat, Airmail had her hooves up supportively to keep her fiancé from falling on her. She did, however, allow her front legs go as she suckled harder on her nipples. Tempest was laughing like a demented pony with her muzzle still under Wildfire’s tail. “Uuuuugh!” Wildfire grunted, her face down into the carpet, her ass up in the air, quivering hind legs apart.

“Airy, you need to come back here and see this.” Tempest said as she pulled back, Wildfire’s cum plastered and smeared all over her violet face. “She’s so embarrassed, her cheeks are blushing!”

Curiously, carefully, Airmail moved out from under her lover’s heaving body and looked at her sopping wet marehood and bright red ass. “Hmm, I wonder if they sell that colour red?” she asked with a giggle in her voice. “It looks like that physical she had has worn her out though…” a belly rumble later and she glanced at Tempest. “Did you make dinner?”

“Nope,” Tempest replied, still admiring Wildfire’s behind. She couldn’t not, really, seeing as she was slumped face first into the carpet, forelegs under her and her hind legs locked. “But, I ordered pizza for us, and it should be here at five p.m.”

Airmail watched Wildfire’s breathing, making sure she was alright. “How was your evening with Maps and Ser?” she asked curiously, eager for the horny, dirty details.

“Stellar!” Tempest cheered, even going so far as to pull a very heroic pose. Airmail had been asking all day what had gone on, and she had been purposefully stalling, knowing full well Airmail would be guessing. “It was nice to have an ass I can pound till I get tired. Mapper and I even did her in the same hole at the same time.”

Airmail shared a celebratory hoof bump with her herd-mate. “Oh,” she said as she saw Wildfire stagger at last to stand on all four legs. “It looks like Wily finally may be able to put a couple words together.”

Wildfire just whimpered into the room, all this time she had been getting hotter and hotter. The talk about Tempest and Mapper rutting Serenity to within an inch of her life not helping the conflagration that was growing between her hind legs. Very, very hot indeed, her wings were still hard and erect, and her marehood was winking she was so turned on and aroused. “Damn....that's...” she tried hard to speak coherently. “I-I want you both so bad!”

Tempest checked the clock. “We have time, Airy.”

“We do!” Wholly in agreement, Airmail ducked down between Wildfire’s open hind legs and lifted her panting lover up on her back. As the azure blue mare carried her up the stairs to the bedroom, Tempest assisted, holding Wildfire steady so she didn’t fall.

In the bedroom, Airmail turned side-on to the foot of their wide bed and rolled Wildfire off of her and onto the waiting cloud mattress. While she was doing that, Tempest rummaged around in their toy box in the closet. After a few minutes she had what she was looking for. “Mmm! MmMmm!” Wildfire whimpered when her sensitive flanks hit the bed. “Mmmm!”

“She has it bad,” Tempest commented as she shut the closet door, “really bad, and I could taste it.”

“Hmm,” Airmail thought about it, quickly hopping up behind a sprawling Wildfire on the bed. “Her heat may be a bit earlier than she planned this month.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tempest smiled, “she’s spending the weekend with Belle and Tinkerer. I guess you'll be extra frisky this weekend too.”

Airmail shot Tempest her best bedroom eyes. “Are you saying I'm not always extra frisky?”

“To quote the Wildfire,” Tempest shot back with a snicker, “You are the ‘Oldenmare’.” As Airmail raspberried her, Tempest passed her the toys she had pulled from the toy box. “I have the wings and you take care of the rear bits.”

“Deal.”

While usually Wildfire would’ve giggled at being quoted like that by Tempest, now, in the throes of her tormenting heat, she sniffed the air for any trace of her herd-mates, her wings painfully stiff and her marehood swollen with heat and need, winking away like crazy. “S-Somepony rut me, please!” she begged, wanting nothing more than the inferno in her crotch to be put out.

Nodding to Airmail, their plan agreed, Tempest went into her super sensual preen mode, starting with the primaries on Wildfire’s right wing. While she did that, Airmail liberally lubed up the butt plug with her fiancé’s pussy juices and slid it inside her welcoming asshole.

Once that was secured in place, Airmail slid the medium vibrator into Wildfire’s sopping entrance. From here, she could taste Wildfire’s heat in the air on her tongue. “N-Na-aaaaah...” Wildfire moaned as Airmail sawed the toy in and out of her snatch, her tail hiked all the way up. “Mmmmm th-that's soooo good!”

Airmail thrust the buzzing toy in and out of Wildfire’ glistening honey pot, her goal, as she added her lips to her clit was to get her to pass out. Tempest's goal, as she sucked and nibbled on her feathers, was to not pass out while preening. After twenty minutes of this, and screaming her way through three solid Equestria shattering climaxes, Wildfire did indeed pass out in a haze of post coital bliss.

After Wildfire’s third throaty scream, Airmail noticed, at last, that her lover had stopped twitching. Grinning, she checked on Tempest’s progress and saw that she was only half way through preening the second wing. Carefully, Airmail pulled the toys out and gave Wildfire’s nether lips a light kiss.

Once she had laid the used toys on the nightstand for cleaning later, she then moved to the left wing that Tempest was working on to meet up with her, as it was the only way she knew to bring Tempest back to reality. When the violet mare bumped into Airmail’s muzzle she blinked and looked around. Seeing Wildfire passed out with, she smiled a big smile. “Now I want to do a makeover like we did to Dusk back at Caffy’s.”

“We could,” Airmail agreed, nodding eagerly, “she would be pretty for tomorrow’s cloud run, after all.”

“Oh, that test,” Tempest giggled, waving a hoof in the air. “She should be able to pass it easy.” She said confidently, remembering how well Wildfire performed with her weather team on that Friday before the Open Mic night, before her wings had been healed. “Frost says she knows how to push a cloud around.”

Airmail nodded, “That was good practice for her to remember how she used to do it.” As she said that, Wildfire began to take quick shallow breathes, her ears were down, her tongue out and drooling, wings fluttering with each inhalation. She was well and truly out for the count.

“Red.” Tempest stated, looking around for their makeup kit. While not as extensive as Thespian’s (let’s face it, nopony’s makeup kit is that extensive) it would more than suffice for this makeover. “Red will really pop out against her yellow fur.” Tempest explained, answering Airmail’s questioning look and pointing to the fireball cutie mark for emphasis.

Airmail nodded her agreement to that plan. “Add light blue tips for her mane and tail, too.”

“Yes,” Tempest agreed, “That would work. I'll go get the kit from the closet, you can mop up the drool.” She slid off the bed with a giggle, and as Airmail gently wiped Wildfire’s mouth, the little blind mare was dreaming sweet dreams of taking Fireflight to school on her first day.

While their lover dreamed, Airmail and Tempest both worked quite efficiently applying the makeup, the tints and even the hoof polish. “What about the wings?” Airmail asked when they were both done.

“Leave them bare.” Tempest said as she packed the makeup supplies back in their kit. “I just did a nice preen and I don't want any potential drag when she flies.”

“Will you need the second alarm?” Airmail asked as she too stood up from the bed. When Tempest nodded, she set the alarm clock while she thought about it. After pizza, with a full belly, she might forget. “I'll take the far side snuggles later when we come up.”

At the bedroom door, Tempest smiled. “I take the near side then.” As both mares departed down the stairs towards dinner, they left Wildfire dreaming in her own little Wilyverse.

~ ~ ~

“Mum! C’mon mum it’s the first day of school!” Fireflight buzzed her little wings happily, completely unable to hide her excitement as she bounced on her parents’ wide double bed.

“Ugh...” without opening her chestnut brown eyes Wildfire blindly reached her hoof out and felt around for her alarm clock, which was a difficult task under the orbital pegasi bombardment that her filly was currently unleashing upon her and her wife, who amazingly was still asleep. Blearily she cracked open an eye. ‘It’s still dark out…that’s not good…’ finally managing to focus, the pegasus looked at the clock like it was its fault she was up. “Flight…it’s five a.m.!” She groaned.

“I know! I know!” Fireflight squealed with delight, landing a huge bounce on the concealed snoring lump next to her mum that was her momma Airmail – who was either really asleep or a really good actor – who grunted out a loud snore and rolled over. “The whole day is almost over! C’mon, it’s school, I wanna go!”

Wildfire slumped exhaustedly back in her bed. She almost envied Tempest who was out making a huge storm over southern Manehatten. Almost. “Sweetie…school doesn’t start for another four hours! Go back to bed…” ‘pleeeeease!’

“But…muuuum!” Fireflight landed on her mum’s chest and gave her a little nip on the base of her neck that she knew she liked and nuzzled her tiny dark green muzzle in deep into her yellow fur, getting her wet nose right against her skin. “I’m too excited!”

Wildfire sighed in defeat. “Alright then, I’m up little one. Have you brushed your teeth?” She asked, propping herself up on her foreleg.

“Um…no mum.”

“Alrighty…well, have you at least had a bath then?” Wildfire yawned and stretched her wings as she sat up properly in the bed.

Her excited filly didn’t answer; Fireflight’s scarlet blush told her everything she needed to know.

“Yuppers, I thought not,” she grinned, wrinkling her nose playfully. “Go and run yourself a bath you smelly filly.” Wildfire giggled as she bopped her daughter’s nose with her hoof. “You can’t start school smelling like your auntie Tempest after a day in the clouds.”

“Alrighty mummy!” Fireflight chirped as she took off like a rocket to the upstairs bathroom.

Wildfire rolled over on the bed, now fully properly awake and accepting that sleep had been robbed from her. “You…” She grinned into her wife’s exposed right ear, “Are an evil pony for not waking up with me.” She whispered, nipping the tip of her azure blue ear hard. Very hard indeed.

“Ooow! Wily!” Airmail grunted, her grey eyes still closed as she flicked her ear. “Too early. Even for me. Need sleep. Make it up to you later.”

“I’ll wear my firefighter’s uniform; you’d better make it up to me.” Wildfire kissed her cheek as she heard the bathwater running. “I’d better go before she floods us again. You just go back to sleep like you don’t have a care in Equestria.”

Chainsaw-like snores were her only reply from the pony-shaped lump that was her wife.

~ ~ ~

“Alrighty…for the ninth time of asking, are you ready?” Wildfire asked her bubbling filly who was almost trembling with excitement as the wall clock announced the time of eight twenty five.

“Yes mum I’ve got everything, let’s go, c’mon we’ll be late let’s go!” Fireflight squealed as she pushed her glasses up her muzzle.

“Flight…we have twenty five minutes to make a fifteen minute walk.” Wildfire smiled as she placed a reassuring hoof on her daughter’s shoulder, trying in vain to calm her down. “We’ll be fine, you’ll see. Now, have you got your saddlebags?”

“Yes mum it’s here look!” Fireflight turned to show off her clearly visible bags slung over her barrel.

“Textbooks?” The yellow mare asked again.

“Yes mum! I have everything; textbooks, notebooks, pencil case, spare pencil case, spare glasses, everything!” The little filly pouted indignantly up at her mother. “You’ll want me to have spares of my spares next!”

“Hey little madam, no need to be sassy.” Wildfire extended a wing over her little filly and pulled her, bags and all, into a feathery hug. “You aren’t too big for a spanking y’know.” She added with a wink as she ushered her out of their front door into the bright Monday morning sun.

“Like the ones that momma Airmail and auntie Tempest give to you?” Fireflight asked innocently as she cocked her head up at the (slightly) larger pegasus.

“Yes…” Wildfire blushed a faint red on her cheeks and smiled down at her little filly. “Though you won’t get the hoof-cuffs.”

“Aww!” The little filly stomped her hoof in adorable indignation as she walked beside her mother. “But, mum! I wanna try them they look fun!”

Wildfire paused on the path to the schoolhouse, a smile reaching her brown eyes. “They don't make them in your size, sweetie.” She laughed at the pout her little filly was making. “Grow a bit, then maybe we’ll get Santa Hooves to bring you a set for Hearths Warming, okay?”

“Okay mummy! I'll grow super fast you'll see!” Fireflight buzzed her little wings so hard and with such enthusiasm she left the cobbled path and landed perfectly upon her mother's back.

“I'm sure you will honey,” Wildfire couldn't help but laugh, not to be in any way cruel, her filly’s joy was just too infectious to not at least giggle with her. “Why I bet you’ll be the bestest growerer in Manehatten.”

Now it was Fireflight’s turn to laugh, giggling delightfully into her mother's black mane. “Mummy those aren't proper words, you made them up!”

“Of course I made them up sweetie.” Wildfire giggled to the little pony currently nestled tight to her back. “All words are made up at some point Flight, that’s how language evolves, honey.”

They walked along in silence for a good few yards, both ponies enjoying each other's company in the beautiful morning sunlight. “Mum…” Fireflight whispered, almost inaudibly into her mother's ear, “Mum I'm…I'm scared, a bit…well a lot, sort of…”

“Sweetie…you have nothing to be scared of. You have me, and momma Airmail and,” Wildfire giggled, “If anypony bullies you, just threaten to sic auntie Tempest on them.”

~ ~ ~

That Thursday night, midnight rolled around and Tempest woke up in the darkness of their bedroom. Her belly let her know she had just had a few slices of pizza for dinner. Her brain found that her empty stomach was just unacceptable. Being the mare nearest the bedroom door, she slid easily out of the bed.

Once she was out of the bed and her hooves were on the floor, the violet mare quietly cracked open the door and headed for the downstairs. Beside Wildfire on the bed, Airmail was very much sound asleep with a foreleg and a hind leg draped over her fiancé.

“W-Whu...” Wildfire, ever a light sleeper, stirred under the azure blue furry blanket as Tempest moved, her ears flicking upright at the disturbance.

As the bedroom was in darkness – Tempest didn’t dare risk the light lest she wake her herd-mate - Tempest didn't notice the ear movement from Wildfire, especially as right then, she was focused on procuring her midnight snack. Awake, Wildfire felt around the bed and she felt just one mare there. By her scent she asserted it was Airmail. “H-Honey...”

Very carefully, barely moving so as not to wake Airmail up, Wildfire disentangled herself and got out of the bed, feeling her way to the stairs. “Honey?”

In a low voice, Tempest replied, “In the kitchen, Wily.”

Like Tempest did before her, Wildfire made her way quietly down the stairs. “You alright?” she asked as she trotted through the dining room and into the kitchen.

“Making chocolate chip pancakes,” Tempest said by way of reply. “I found some chips on the table,” she giggled, “you want some?”

“Hmmm…aah!” Wildfire yawned. Even half sleepy she could smell pancake batter cooking and feel the heat from the stove. “Yuppers Honey, please.” She giggled, “did these run away from you?”

“The chocolate chips never had a chance!” Tempest snickered and, after adding more batter to her pan, asked, “did we scratch that itch of yours? I should warn Tinkerer you'll be riding him hard.”

“HmHmm!” again, Wildfire giggled. She only just now realised her heat had been abated, for now anyway. “you did, you did an awesomes job of it too. Heats always get me like that.”

Tempest laughed quietly as she cooked the pancakes. “Youth. Wasted on the young, I say.” Flipping the pancakes over, she turned to Wildfire who had seated herself at the breakfast bar. “Wily, there should be some strawberry jam in the fridge for me. Get what you like if you want something different.”

“Alrighty Honey, will do.” Slipping off the seating pad before she could get comfortable, Wildfire went to investigate the fridge. Before she opened the door she felt the dent she had left there while she had been drunk that one time. She was glad, once she opened it up, that everything in the fridge and the pantry were labelled now. Quickly she found the strawberry jam and, on the spur of the moment, a can of squirty cream. “Here you go, hun.”

“Thank you,” Tempest took the jam and the cream, smiling as she set them on the breakfast bar. “Oooh, good idea on the cream. I approve.”

“No such thing as too much cream, right?” Wildfire asked as she sat back down.

Tempest considered that for a brief moment as she finished cooking. “Not when you have wings, no. It would be hard for an earth pony to swim in, though.” With that, Tempest set a stack of pancakes onto two plates and transferred them skilfully to the breakfast bar. “I call to order the meeting of the Midnight Snackers. Wildfire, please call the role.”

“It's midnight?” that was news to Wildfire. “Huh...okies!” she heard Tempest seat herself opposite her at the bar and began. “Chief chairpony and fetcher of coffee, Tempest is present, and awesomes cutie Wily is present as well.”

“Now, on to new business.” Tempest stated very officially. “The pancakes before us must vanish!” She took up the knife and, by the sound of the knife in the jar, Wildfire guessed that Tempest was spreading jam between every pancake.

Judging by the sound of the squirty cream, Wildfire judged that Tempest was either hiding the cakes from view or squirting directly it directly into her violet muzzle. “By vanish,” Wildfire giggled, “are you hiding them under the cream mountain?”

“Only so I can sneak up on them.” Tempest asserted, “I've seen how devious those chips can be.”

“Sneaky chips indeed, Honey…” Wildfire was, at that moment, silenced when she heard Tempest who was usually a dainty eater but this time she dived in muzzle first to fill up on her pancakes. Likewise, Wildfire too went in muzzle deep in an effort to get sloppy creamy cakey kisses.

As she had the benefit of a head start, Tempest finished her stack first and sat back to watch Wildfire finish off hers. After a few moments, the little blind mare surfaced with cream smeared all over her muzzle. “Yummers!”

Tempest had to fight very hard not to giggle. Wildfire looked like she’d been on the set of a porn movie. “Oh…you have a little bit of…” she gave Wildfire a very sloppy lick, leaving behind more cream than she took, “right there. How about me? Am I good?”

“You might be, I best check,” Wildfire smiled and went in and licked Tempest’s face in kind. “I think I got it.”

“Well, you still have a bit here…” Tempest licked Wildfire’s face some more, just to make sure she was clean.

Wildfire did her very best to lick as well, until she noticed the drawn out yawn from her herd-mate. “You tired? You're up pretty late.”

Tempest giggled, yawning for a second time. “I get to sleep late. I move we move to other business. I, the fetcher of coffee, shall load the dishwasher while the mare of awesomes puts away the condiments.”

“The mare of awesomes agrees!” Wildfire smiled and, getting up, she put away the jam and cream in their respective places back in the fridge. “I heard you get up, I was worried if you were okay or not.”

“I substituted a little mare for dinner, but my tummy wasn't filled.”

“Oooh alrighty,” Wildfire giggled, realising she was that mare. “I should've known you were okay. I just felt you move and I was up.”

“And you call me 'Mother Hen',” Tempest giggled, standing up once the dishwasher was loaded. “I move our meeting of the Midnight Snackers be closed. Do I have a second?”

Wildfire patted her full belly. “Yuppers you do indeed have a second, now we're all full.”

“I move we adjourn to the bedroom for snuggles with the Pony-That-Sleeps.”

Wildfire yawned a very wide smile and nodded. “Seconded and thirded, Honey.” With that, Tempest brushed the little blind mare’s snout with a wingtip as she headed out of the kitchen through the dining room. Wildfire smiled at the touch as she got up and followed her larger herd-mate. “I love the way you walk.”

“Walking is fun,” Tempest said, pausing just before she reached the stairs, “but I'd rather be flying.”

“Hmhmm, you walk like you wanna take off at any minute.” Wildfire commented, her ears pointed directly at where Tempest was standing. “You always lead with your right forehoof and you put your weight forward.”

Now, that did impress Tempest rather a lot. “Okay, smarty feathers, which way to I lean my tail when I poop?”

Wildfire giggled, “I'm gonna say the right. That's the way you went at Caffy's that Thursday we met.”

“Nice to know I'm shacking up with an observant mare.” Tempest said with a smile and an appreciative caress of Wildfire’s cheek with her wing.

“It was necessary,” Wildfire replied. “In my cell I could tell who was coming by the hoof steps outside. Everypony's different.”

Again, Tempest caressed Wildfire with her wing. Now it made sense. “I thought you tracked us by smell alone, but I'm glad you've taken something from your past and put it to positive use in your future.”

Wildfire considered that for a moment. “Well, I do use smell too, but I use sound as well. Airy is the exact opposite of you. She leads with her right, but her weight is further back towards the heel of her hoof. Mistress is a lot like Amethyst. Strong powerful steps with the whole of the hoof hitting the ground at once.” It still unnerved her sometimes just how like Amethyst Glory Mapper was.

“And Serenity?” Tempest asked with a smile.

“Beauty is a lot like Darkie,” Wildfire answered quickly, only too happy to not be thinking about her former owner. “She leads with her left hind leg, and she walks with the toe of her hooves like she wants to rear up and dance.”

Tempest giggled, “I do think Serenity is always dancing.”

“Yuppers, just like you're always flying.” Wildfire agreed. “Everypony has their way of walking. Like Amber, she had this habit of tapping her forehooves left then right when she was stood still. She couldn't be still.”

Tempest leant in and peppered Wildfire’s muzzle with kisses. “Some ponies you no longer need to keep an ear out for. But for the one upstairs, I'd always keep an ear out for the great and sneaky paper pony.”

“Point taken, Honey. Especially when she gets her hooves muffled by a cheeky unicorn.” Wildfire giggled, “after you, sexy.”

“That was fun to watch.” Tempest commented as she led the way up the stairs, intent on getting back into bed. “You 'eep' so well, too.”

“It was fun to experience, once I came back to firm ground.”

“So that you could experience it again, I assume.”

Wildfire let out a massive yawn that almost split her head open when they reached the upstairs hallway. “Of course, my sexy mare.”

Tempest made sure her voice was low when they got back in the bedroom. “You want your spot back in the middle or would you rather sandwich Airy?”

“I think we should sandwich the Pony-That-Sleeps.”

“You have near side, I'll move around to far side.” Tempest kissed Wildfire’s lips before she got on the bed. “Sleep well. I know I will.”

“I will Honey.” Wildfire felt for the bed and hopped up. She quickly discovered that Airmail hadn't moved since she had gotten out of the bed, so she snuggled up to her fiancé’s back. Once she was nestled in all close and warm, she was asleep almost straightaway.

In the cold chill of the early morning, outside on the sidewalk, a lone unicorn observed the townhouse where Airmail, Tempest and Wildfire slept, unaware of her presence. She observed and she smiled darkly. When she smiled, she tapped her forehooves, first the left then the right, as if she was unable to be still.

She watched, and she smiled, slinking away in the darkness as she drew her plans against the blind pony.

~ ~ ~

Later in the morning, the five a.m. alarm went off, alerting Airmail to the fact that it was Friday morning and time to get up. Opening her brown eyes, she found herself rather nicely as the mare in the middle of the snuggle pile. Properly awake, she reached across Wildfire to silence the alarm lest it wake the storm that was Tempest.

Alarm quieted, she proceeded to playfully nibble Wildfire's ear. “Hmm…” Wildfire twitched and flicked her ear. “Hmmm F-Fireflight no...it's a weekend...go back to bed!” she mumbled, awoken from her dream. After a few more nibbles she moved her head and smelled Airmail close to her. “Oh...h-hey Pretty.”

“Hey love,” Airmail smiled, trying hard not to laugh at the ‘Fireflight’ comment. “I'm climbing over you to get out of bed, because it’s the safer option.”

“I-I'm up…I’m up…” Before Airmail could climb over like she had said, though that wouldn’t have been a bad thing, Wildfire yawns herself properly awake and slid out of the bed. “That was a good dream, too.”

“Odd,” Airmail grinned as she too alighted onto the carpet by the bed and stretched, several muscles and joints popping, “I don't remember a player named Fireflight on the Sharks.”

“Ha, ha.” Wildfire giggled, stretching her legs one after the other, “This was way better than any of my Sharks sexy dreams. We, I mean all of us, took Fireflight and Hope on their first day of school.”

Now, Airmail found that to be utterly adorable. “Did you cry when they closed the door?”

Wildfire nodded. “I did. I cried buckets. She took off like a rocket not looking back and I was a complete mess.”

Airmail smiled at that. “That’s one of my few happy memories of my real mom.”

“C'mon sweet flanks,” Wildfire giggled as she turned towards the bedroom door. “I'll make us morning coffee and you can tell me all about it.”

“Isn't that your bedroom call sign?” Airmail giggled, following her diminutive fiancé out of the bedroom. “It is a memory, but not one I want to talk about, my love.”

Wildfire grinned, “Yuppers, it's mine but by Luna your flanks are sweet too.” She led the way out of the bedroom and trotted downstairs to the kitchen where coffee waited.

“Does that mean the one named Honey doesn't have flanks that are sweet?” Airmail asked with a teasing smile, her eyes again glued to Wildfire’s swaying tail and the teats hidden just behind it.

“Well...but...um, she um...” on the stairs, Wildfire squealed like a little filly at the teasing smile and she grinned, realising she had been gotten again. “Yuppers, you're all sweet,” she led the way to the kitchen, her cheeks flushed as red as her cutie mark.

“A moderate save, well played.” Airmail giggled, “Now, what shall we have for breakfast? Cold cereal?”

As her blush could quite easily heat the room, Wildfire giggled. “Cereal sounds awesomes, thank you, Pretty.” Choice made, the little blind mare got started with the much needed coffee.

Airmail spent a few moments watching her fiancé work. Quiet and confident, assured of every movement, she was impressed that Wildfire could operate the coffee maker as well as she could. “We have Almond and Oats, or you can have Stormy's cereal, Super Sugar Bombs.”

“Almond and Oats please, Pretty” Wildfire made her choice as she retrieved the mugs from the cupboard.

Airmail smiled, “Good choice, Wily.” While the yellow mare busied herself with the coffee, she got the bowls and spoons, then the required cereal and milk from the fridge.

“You know I like my oats,” Wildfire giggled a little for no apparent reason as she flicked her ears and listened to Airmail walk about the kitchen. She was happy that what she’d said to Tempest earlier in the meeting of the Midnight Snackers proved to be true.

Prepping the cereal, Airmail noticed the ear flicks as that was how the mare’s herd communicated silently with each other, but, as the ear flicks Wildfire was doing were random, she chose to say nothing. “Bet you like wild oats too,” she snickered.

Wildfire smiled, “I like sowing them, or I will do, over the weekend anyway.” She said as she bought over the two coffees to the breakfast bar and sat down. “Like I said to Stormy earlier, I love how you walk.”

“Have you been staring under my tail?”

“Guilty as charged,” Wildfire tapped her ears, “As well as listening, too.”

Setting the two bowls of cereal on the bar, Airmail giggled, now she understood the reason for her lover’s flicking ears. “Your ears do move with my tail.”

Wildfire sipped her coffee and giggled. “They move when you set off with your right hoof.” She then took a much longer sip, mulling a thought over in her head to see how it sounded before giving it voice. “I've decided. I'm going to keep Fireflight's name for my filly.”

“It is a fine name,” Airmail agreed once she’d swallowed her first spoonful. “Named after a brave, if troubled, mare.”

“I agree, Pretty.” Wildfire smiled but, for a long few moments, she went quiet as she ate more of her cereal and thought. Airmail, used to eating breakfast alone and in silence, said nothing, but watched Wildfire closely as she ate. She knew the little mare liked to fill silence with noise. After a few more minutes of eating in silence and finishing half of her cereal, Wildfire spoke up. “Pretty, I’ve been thinking about Chill Wind, I'd like to find him, see if there's pictures somewhere, or where he's buried.”

Airmail gave a soft sigh, rubbing her forehead with her free hoof. “Why?”

“Because...because he's family,” Wildfire answered quickly, her hoof at her coffee. “He's my big brother, and if I can find him then he'll know he's got a sister who's thinking about him, and give him flowers, at least I can tend his grave.”

Airmail smiled at that. “Well answered, Wily. Stormy has looked up where, so we can look for him on our next visit over to Canterlot.”

“Thank you, Pretty.” Wildfire finished her cereal, beaming a wide. “I know it's silly, but I don't want him thinking he's been forgotten…” she twiddled her hooves one over the other, biting her lip when another thought crept into her head.

“You're right.” Airmail said, emptying her own bowl of cereal. “He is family and he shouldn't be forgotten.”

Still twiddling her hooves together, Wildfire spoke up again. “Pretty...do ah...you um...think my mum and my brother are well, you know, okay with each other?”

Airmail giggled, though she understood what Wildfire meant. “I think they’re okay enough that there is no reason for you to rush off and join them.”

Wildfire blushed very hard and tried to hide behind her empty coffee cup. “I don't plan on it anytime soon, Pretty.”

“That’s a good filly.” Airmail finished off her coffee and got up, depositing it in the sink. “Don't sprain a wing pushing that cloud today,” She laughed, pulling Wildfire into a tight hug. “I'm off to work now.” She gave her lover a very deep passionate kiss. “Don't wait on Stormy for breakfast, or you'll be late.”

“I won't, sexy.” Wildfire gave Airmail a weapon's grade kiss. “I'll feel you later, my love.”

As Airmail left the townhouse by the back door and took off into the morning sky, her departure was observed by an orange unicorn hidden in the bushes. A unicorn who smiled deviously and tapped her hooves one after the other, first the left, then the right.

She melted back into the bushes, further out of sight. There was no need to rush her plans. She had waited a month for this. For her revenge, she was prepared to wait.