Wildfire - Lighting the Flame (M)

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Wildfire - Lighting the Flame

© John Duncan Pearl

Part 1 - Wildfire's taking her math exam. Everypony knows exams are boring and hard.

luckily for the reserve Firefighter a blaze breaks out in downtown Canterlot and she's called to attend. Unluckily Wildfire will realise the high price of trying to save everypony.

She'll also realise the power of her friends, and one mare in particular.


Part 2 - On her 19th birthday Wildfire wakes up to a very nice present from her marefriend.

Following a party at a funfair with her friends Dusk, Cyclone, Brightstar, Darkstar and Slingshot and her marefriend Air Raid the next day it's back to school for Wildfire. Luckily for the pegasus its her last year.

Unfortunately for Wildfire an accident in science class changes her life forever.


Part 3 - Following the accident in the science class Wildfire has to re-evaluate her life in Canterlot Royal Hospital. While her friends support her and try to help her, her father however has different ideas. Faced with a future caring for his handicapped daughter Cold Front contacts Helping Hooves Care Home and it's director, the unicorn Amethyst Glory.

Left in the care of the sadistic unicorn and her merciless staff Wildfire faces a dark and terrifying future in Canterlot. Told by her father that Wildfire is in Fillydelphia her friends separate to try and find her and bring her home.

Although as Darkstar is soon to learn to her cost, some things aren't worth the price she'll pay for trying to find her friend.

Original link - www.fimfiction.net/story/252923/wildfire---lighting-the-flame

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WILDFIRE LIGHTING THE FLAME 

PART ONE 

CHAPTER ONE 

Wildfire slumped at her desk, holding her head in her hoof as she spat her pen out in sheer frustration. Staring at the gibberish in front of her the yellow pegasus was acutely aware of two very simple facts.



One; it was a very nice warm summer’s afternoon in Canterlot, which meant that time she could put to better use in a park writing her beloved poems in the lazy afternoon sun was criminally being wasted in this dusty old college hall.



Two; that this math exam was utterly beyond her. Oh, she had studied, of course she had. That simply made it worse in her opinion. Months of sitting through Dusk’s study evenings just compounded the indignity of not understanding the first thing on the page before her.



Brushing the bangs of her black mane from her chestnut brown eyes Wildfire once more picked up her pen and attempted to decode the formulae and equations of question one. Ten minutes later she decided she’d have better luck if it had been written in Zebran.



Casting a glance over to her left she saw Dusk Melody hard at work, his pen moving across the paper so fast she could swear smoke was coming from the nib. He might have been her best friend of many years but at that precise moment she hated him with a passion she usually reserved for Blitzwing the class bully. Wildfire resented the ease with which the dark blue pegasus just ‘got’ it, while after months of study she herself was no closer to understanding it than she was to unravelling the secrets of the universe.



It wasn’t that she was thick, far from it, but math and its associated gibberish was just that. Gibberish. Wildfire sighed as she picked up her pen once more, wishing some sort of answer would leap forth from her uncooperative brain.



As she began to absentmindedly doodle in the margins of her exam paper her mind started to wander, her thoughts drifting to the pager permanently strapped to her right foreleg just above her hoof. She had never wanted it to beep and flash red more in her life.



Of all the things Wildfire had done with her life so far joining the Canterlot Fire Service as a reserve at fifteen was by far the best. She had been with them for three years now, and her Captain, Hot Spot, had all but guaranteed her a full time job with them when she left school. Unfortunately for her that was still two years away.



“C’mon…beep you bucking thing, beep!” Wildfire muttered, almost willing the pager to summon her, to release her from the math induced hell that was this exam, but the device remained resolutely silent, as if mocking her desire to flee the musty old exam hall. “Sure, you want me when I’m just in a hot bath or at the movies, but when I actually want you, nothing!” She thought to herself, her frustration manifesting itself as she idly kicked her desk with a hind leg.



Even a little, tiny fire would be a blessed relief at this point. “Seriously,” she thought to herself as she spat her pen out for a third time, “I thought the Princesses outlawed forms of torture centuries ago!”



Wildfire’s wandering mind meandered to her last call, a small fire in the residential kitchen of a two story building with a bakery on the ground floor last week in Canterlot’s Market District. Being only the second pegasus on the Fire Team ensured she was usually called, mainly because she was quicker on the wing than her team mate Heatwave. While the middle aged pegasus was extremely knowledgeable and full of advice when he had quite literally taken her under his wing, fast he was not. “Still, his experience is great on the training weekends.” Wildfire admitted to herself, plus she also kinda liked the old guy, in a ‘substitute father figure who actually gave a flying feather’ way too.



That bakery building fire had been a fairly standard operation, grab the nearest cloud, fly it over to the emergency and make it rain until the fire was out while the ground based team tackled the fire from ground level. Sometimes a second cloud was called for, in the case of the bakery, and that was when her speed mattered.



Beep!...Beep!…Beep!…



The shrill beeping of her pager wrenched Wildfire from her reverie, echoing throughout the examination hall, drawing everypony’s attention. “Yes!” She gave a silent cheer.



Holding up her right forehoof she politely waited the few seconds for the mediating pony to excuse her, which of course he did. Standing from her desk and the hated math exam Wildfire began to make her way to the doors of the hall, before she was stopped by a call from her least favourite pony.



“Look everypony! Blank Flanks are go!” Blitzwing, situated two desks behind Dusk laughed at his own jibe, Wildfire stalked past the bully without even a sideways glance, secretly elated that nopony else had joined in with him.



The fact that at eighteen she still hadn’t gotten her cutie mark didn’t bother Wildfire too much, she knew at some point it would appear, she just figured she hadn’t done something worthwhile enough to earn it yet. That didn’t stop it stinging when she was the last ‘Blank Flank’ in her class, and when idiotic morons like Blitzwing took joy in reminding her of the fact on a semi daily basis.



Still, she couldn’t worry about that now. Right now she had a job to do, and most importantly, she was free of the math exam. Or so she thought.



“Wildfire, please see me when you get back to reschedule your exam!” The mediator called after her as she quickly left the hall and the college itself. Rolling her brown eyes she quickly checked the typed message on her pager.



“Four storey building ablaze, Canterlot Residential District, West side, Third Street. Heavy Raincloud required, Urgent.”



Lifting her right hoof to her eyes Wildfire scanned the sky, she quickly selected a very pregnant looking Nimbostratus, left by the Weather Team for that evening’s scheduled rain. It looked a few hundred feet bigger than most clouds she had moved before, but Captain Hot Spot had said it was a four storey blaze. Spreading her yellow wings wide Wildfire gave a few powerful flaps, propelling herself into the air, quickly gaining the thousand feet of altitude she needed to contact the cloud.



Seizing the large Nimbostratus in her forehooves she grunted with the effort of moving it, steering the cloud towards the Residential District. From the college Wildfire guessed it was a five minute flight, though the sheer weight and bulk of her cargo would add precious minutes to her time.



A few minutes into her flight Wildfire felt sweat slicken her yellow fur, her leg and flight muscles screamed for relief, but still she flew, keeping her forty mile per hour speed. Breathless she grimaced with the effort, “Next time, Heatwave does the heavy lifting.” She promised herself with a grim smile. Although she grumbled, Wildfire loved it, fighting fires was the one thing she had wanted to do since before she could remember.



“Sweet Mother of Celestia!”



Wildfire slowed her flight to a hover, pure shock momentarily overcoming her at what she saw in the coming distance. Thick black smoke billowed hundreds of feet into the air, roaring flames licked hungrily at the outer façade of the building. This was by far and away the biggest blaze of her career, of that she was most definitely sure. Hastily the Firefighter redoubled her efforts to cover the last few thousand feet to the blazing inferno, her already tired muscles screaming in defiance.



Once she neared the emergency zone Wildfire pushed the cloud into a steep descent, levelling it off at one hundred feet above the ground, roughly fifty feet above the burning building. Leaving the Nimbostratus floating Wildfire hovered down to twenty feet, searching out her Captain. Thankfully after a moment or two Hot Spot found her, his gruff no-nonsense voice reverberated around the area, emanating command.



“Wily! Park that cloud above the building, make it rain ASAP Rookie!” The crimson coloured earth pony bellowed out further orders, getting a chorus of ‘yes sirs’ in response.



Wildfire added her own to the song, “Yes Sir!” She didn’t bother with the salute, merely turning in mid-air and hoofing the cloud over the blazing building. As large as the cloud was Wildfire seriously doubted it held enough water to combat a fire this size. Still, she did as she was told, leaping upon the cloud once it was in position and savagely bouncing around on the surface in an attempt to agitate the water for the rain.



“Need any help, Kid?”



Wildfire looked up to see the most welcome sight of the day, her mentor Heatwave, the only pony she allowed to call her ‘Kid’ landed beside her on the rain sodden cloud ready to offer his assistance.



“Heatwave, thank buck you’re here! Quick, take that far side and get to making it pour!” Wildfire told him sharply, before turning her attention back to her own section of semi-agitated cloud. “I got this side!”



“Yes ma’am!” The older orange pegasus didn’t question his young protégé, he knew her well enough to know she had her section well in hoof, instead Heatwave went where he was directed and got to work.



With a loud crack the captured Nimbostratus finally gave up its water, a steady drizzle starting to unload on the blaze below. “Faster!” Wildfire shouted to her partner, who didn’t answer, merely doubled his efforts on his end as the yellow pegasus did the same, causing the rain to fall at double the speed, bouncing off the building’s roof with its force. Chancing a glance over the edge of the rapidly diminishing cloud Wildfire could see they were having an effect, but not much.



Then she heard the terrified screams from within the still burning building.



“Heatwave, take over!” Wildfire spread her wings to take off, and was already in the air when her partner called out behind her.



“Wily, no! Captain’s orders, nopony enters while it’s still burning!”



“Yeah…tell that to them trapped inside!” Wildfire shouted over her shoulder, dipping below the edge of the cloud and aiming for one of the fourth floor windows.



She knew she was disobeying direct orders, but at that moment Wildfire didn’t give a flying buck if Hot Spot had her flank on a plate after this, right now there were ponies trapped in that inferno. As she neared twenty feet from the building the young mare could feel the heat radiating from the fire. Despite the rainfall the blaze had lost little of its intensity. Flying nearer she could feel the very heat start to singe her fur, and for a split second she hesitated, hovering before the glass window.



“Somepony help us!” The pitiful scream of a terrified mare reached her ears and her mind was made up. Thrusting her hooves forward Wildfire burst through the window, ignoring the lancing pain as shards of glass dug into her sides. Looking around the inside was a black smoky hell, illuminated by guttering flames as they burned through from the floor below.



“Help’s here! Where are you?” Wildfire coughed as she took in a burning lungful of the acrid smoke, her vision blurred as it stung her eyes. Quickly hovering to the left she just dodged a falling beam covered in flames.



“Over here! Help us!” Wildfire put on a burst of speed, flying through the building towards the trapped ponies. Huddled in the farthest corner were a family of four earth ponies, a mare, stallion and two small colts.



Steam began to billow from Wildfire’s wings as she crouched in front of the colts, her makeshift fire proofing from the raincloud disappearing. She knew she only had moments before the intense heat ignited her feathers. “C’mon kids, let’s get you out.” The Firefighter coaxed gently, beckoning them with her hooves. To her dismay the colts, scared as they were huddled nearer to their mother’s legs.



Thinking quickly Wildfire asked the mare; “What are their names?”



“S-summer, and A-autumn…”



“Summer, Autumn, wanna go on a fun adventure and fly with your auntie Wildfire?”



The two colts hesitantly left their mother’s legs and took hold of Wildfire’s outstretched hooves. Scooping them up tightly she turned to face the broken window, readying her wings as her feathers began to smoulder. Over her shoulder she called to the two adults. “Follow me to the window, somepony will help you out.” Wildfire was out of the building with seconds to spare, flying under the Nimbostratus to cool herself down in the rain. Before she headed down she shouted to her partner who was still working the cloud. “Heatwave! Earth pony mare and stallion are following me, get one and get them out!”



Without looking back Wildfire glided hard and fast to the ground, depositing the two colts at her Captain’s hooves. For a brief split second she noted the look of fury on Hot Spot’s face. She knew she’d have Tartarus to pay once it was over, but she’d worry about that later.



Wildfire spun on her hooves and took off once more for the fourth floor window as she heard Hot Spot’s orders behind her. “Red Alert! First aid over here now! Smoke inhalation!”



Heatwave burst out of the window, sending shards of glass to the street below as Wildfire reached the second floor, carrying the earth pony stallion on his back. Coughing from the acrid smoke larger pegasus seemed dizzy on his wings as he addressed her. “Mare…at the…window…” Her partner coughed hard, and he fought to regain his breath before continuing, “Hurry, floor’s collapsing in…”



As if on cue a thunderous crashing noise was followed by an ear splitting scream from the fourth floor window. Hovering at the window Wildfire could see at least half of the floor had collapsed in, consumed by the raging inferno on the third floor. Luckily the earth pony mare had managed to cling to the window frame as the floor gave way, leaving her dangling precariously over the flames below.



Wildfire hovered as close to the window as she could manage, a mere hoof’s width away. Extending her hoof to the terrified mare she raised her voice to shout over the noise of the driving rain. “Take my hoof!”



The poor mare gripped the window frame tighter, jagged glass cutting into her forelegs. “I-I can’t! I’ll fall!”



“You stay there you’ll burn!” As if to prove her point the flames reached the mare’s tail, adding the smell of burning hair to the stench of the smoke. “Take my bucking hoof now!”



Spurred on by the flames licking at her tail the mare lunged her hoof towards Wildfire, who caught it and wrapped her own around it, and with a few powerful flaps of her tortured wings heaved the mare from the window as the rest of the floor fell in behind her.



Landing breathless on the ground the earth pony mare immediately hurried over to her family, the unicorn medic Red Alert on hoof to check her out. Wildfire looked around for her partner, “Heatwave! We did it, we saved them all!” The exhausted pegasus trotted over to her Captain, casting glances about for her mentor. “Captain Hot Spot, where’s Heatwave? I want to tell him we saved them.”



Hot Spot turned to face the tired Firefighter, a grim expression on his face as he placed a hoof on Wildfire’s shoulder. “He knows Wily, he knows.”



“Where is he then?”



Hot Spot removed his hoof and pointed to a nearby stretcher Wildfire hadn’t noticed before. On it was a body she knew only too well, though her mind refused to believe what her eyes were telling her. “No…no, he can’t be…Heatwave!” Her partner had never failed to answer her before, and as she neared the stretcher, seeing his still glassy eyed stare, she knew he never would again. Wildfire nuzzled Heatwave’s still cheek, her tears wetting his orange coat. “We did it partner…we saved them, we saved them all…”



As the distraught pegasus wept into her dead partner’s coat, she completely ignored the dull tingling sensation that spread across her flanks. She just assumed it was another burn to add to those she had collected today. It wasn’t until Red Alert tapped her politely on her shoulder that Wildfire bothered to look at her flank. Thirty minutes ago she would’ve been the happiest pony in Equestria at the sight that greeted her. Thirty minutes ago the stylised burning fireball would have been a joyous occasion, something to celebrate. Now though, looking at her cutie mark, Wildfire cried all the harder, knowing what it had cost her to attain.



Eighteen years she had waited for her cutie mark to appear, Wildfire would’ve gladly waited another eighteen to have Heatwave back.

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CHAPTER TWO 

For the second time that day Wildfire sat a desk wishing she was someplace else. Hot Spot sat opposite her, pen in mouth as he finished the last of his paperwork. The pegasus cast a glance at the ticking clock on the wall. Two thirty in the afternoon. Half an hour since the fire had been bought under control and finally extinguished. Thirty minutes since she’d said goodbye to Heatwave as Red Alert had driven him to the morgue. Thirty minutes since she’d spoken to anypony. Wildfire’s world had fallen apart, what was there to say? Now she sat facing her Captain in silence, as she had for the past ten minutes.



Eventually Hot Spot laid his pen down on the last sheet of paper and looked over his glasses at the pegasus on the other side of his desk. “What happened out there Reserve?” He asked quietly, his gruff voice neither hostile nor friendly.



Wildfire looked up at him once before looking away, at the floor, the walls, anything to avoid his piercing dark green eyes. ‘Reserve’…Hot Spot hadn’t called her that since she had signed up three years ago. Usually it was ‘Rookie’ or ‘Wily’. Studying the pattern on the carpeted floor the yellow pegasus opened her mouth to reply, but found she had to attempt it another three times. “You know what happened, Sir.”



Hot Spot took his time cleaning his glasses, watching Wildfire fidget nervously before placing them back on his nose. “I want to hear it from you Reserve.”



Wildfire wrung her hooves together, trying to marshal her thoughts to answer her Captain. “I – I brought the cloud as requested on my pager, I was making it rain like you ordered when…” Wildfire choked back her tears at the thought of her partner, “When H – Heatwave landed and asked if I needed help. We, we worked the cloud together…” Her voice trailed off, she didn’t want to say aloud what happened next.



“And, then what happened?” Hot Spot gently coaxed her. Wildfire couldn’t understand why he was so calm, why he wasn’t shouting at her. It’d be easier to bear if he were shouting, angry, anything.



Wildfire sniffed, rubbing her eyes with a hoof. “Then…then I heard their screams. That family screaming for help. I – I didn’t stop to think, I was in the air, I asked…I asked Heatwave to take over the cloud and I went to help them.”



“You. Didn’t. Stop. To. Think.” Hot Spot repeated her words back to her, punctuating each word. To Wildfire each word felt like a crushing hammer blow to her heart. “Did Heatwave warn you of my standing orders?”



“Yes Sir. He did, Sir.”



“What were my orders, Reserve?”



“Nopony was to enter that building while it was burning, Sir.” Wildfire’s brown eyes were glued firmly to the floor, her voice barely above a whisper.



“What did you do?”



“I – I…I hovered at the window, I heard the mare scream for help. Sir, I…I burst through the window and…”



“You disobeyed my direct orders Reserve.” Hot Spot cut across her defence.



“Sir, I…I couldn’t let them burn! I just couldn’t. I had to do something!”



“It wasn’t your call to make Wildfire.” The use of her name finally made her look up at her Captain. She wished she hadn’t. The disappointment on Hot Spot’s face was almost too much for her to take. “Yes you saved those ponies. You also put yourself in very serious danger and endangered the life of your partner. Chain of command exists for a reason, and you broke that chain today.”



A feeble “Yes Sir” was all she managed in reply.



“Now, I’m entering this formal reprimand into your permanent file.” Hot Spot extended his hoof across the desk. “Pager please Wildfire.”



“You’re suspending me Sir?” Wildfire used her left hoof to slide the pager off her right foreleg, and dumped it on the desk top between herself and her Captain.



Picking up the pager Hot Spot turned it over in his crimson hooves before putting it in the drawer of his desk. “Your Captain is suspending you Wildfire.” He noted the saddened downcast look on her face before continuing, “Your friend is suggesting you take as much time as you need before coming back to the team.” Hot Spot finished with a gentle smile. “Is there anything else?”



Wildfire felt her chest constrict at the thought of her partner laid on the stretcher, her heart a leaden weight. “Heatwave was my fault.” She confessed miserably. “I don’t belong on your team, Sir.”



To her very great surprise Hot Spot actually chuckled at her. Wildfire could count on one hoof the times she had heard him laugh. “Let me tell you why you’re wrong on both counts Wily. Heatwave had a medical condition that left him with a weak heart. That’s why he was your trainer. He wasn’t on active duty for several months. However that fire earlier was so intense I had no choice but to return him to active status.”



If Hot Spot’s words were meant to comfort the pegasus they had the opposite effect, only deepening her melancholy. “So…it was my fault then, when I asked him to take over on that cloud, I had no idea he couldn’t handle it…”



“And you wouldn’t have had any idea. I was the only pony he told, apart from his wife. He loved the job Wily, Heatwave practically begged me to keep him on in any capacity. Remember he was my friend a lot longer than he was yours, I didn’t have the heart to refuse him.”



“I still disobeyed your orders, Heatwave only went in the building because I asked him to. You- you don’t need a liability on your team Sir.”



Hot Spot looked directly at Wildfire’s flank. “You say you don’t belong on my team Wily? Your cutie mark says otherwise.”



Wildfire looked at her Captain, confusion on her face. “I don’t understand, what’s that got to do with it?”



“Wily I’ve been with my team for years. I flatter myself that I know them all rather well, both at work and personally as well.” Hot Spot then proceeded to list off the names of the ponies under his command, “Heatwave did, Red Alert; Inferno; Firefly; Smokescreen; Trailblazer. Each one would’ve followed you into that fire. There isn’t a pony on my team that would’ve let that family burn.”



“Then…”



“Officially I have to reprimand you, my hooves are tied. Unofficially I’m very pleased to say I couldn’t be prouder to have you serve on my team.”



“But, Heatwave…”



“Wily, please understand Heatwave was on borrowed time. His heart would’ve killed him eventually. Do you really think he’d have wanted to waste away in a hospital bed? No, Wily. Heatwave died doing the job he loved, helping the pony he loved. He would’ve preferred it that way.



“I – I loved him too Sir, Heatwave…he was a father to me.” Wildfire started crying again. Openly sobbing as they splashed onto the desk she wondered how she had any tears left to cry out.



Now it was Hot Spot’s turn to be confused. “Pardon me Wily, last I heard your dad was alive and well?”



Wildfire choked back her tears and let out a bitter laugh, “Heh, since mum died all he loves is the bottom of a cider bottle. Most of the time he’s too drunk to realise I exist.” She glanced up at the clock, which read two fifty. “About now he’ll be face down in the living room or passed out in his bedroom.” ‘If I’m lucky…’ she thought to herself, rubbing a hoof-shaped bruise on her neck that had nothing to do with flying through the burning building.



Hot Spot caught her rubbing the curiously shaped bruise, thankfully she didn’t notice him looking. “You alright Wily?”



“Huh? Oh, yeah…yeah I’m fine, just thinking…” ‘Damn that sounded lame.’



“Where did you get the bruise?”



“This? Oh I, err, I dunno,” ‘Think! Think of something! Tell him anything!’ Wildfire’s brain scrambled, sorting through her long list of excuses for her dad’s behaviour. Usually she had at least five ready to go at all times, but Hot Spot had caught her with her guard down, and now her brain was coming up empty. “I – I must’ve flown into something in the rescue earlier. Not looking where I was going.”



“Uh huh.” Hot Spot looked at her with a raised sceptical eyebrow. “Flew into something shaped like a hoof did you?”



“It must’ve been Summer, y’know, the little colt?” Wildfire’s brain latched on to the first plausible sounding thing she could think of, and ran with it. “Yeah, that little guy, when he held on tight…sure was strong, for a colt I mean.” Meanwhile her brain kept its metaphorical hooves crossed. ‘Please buy it…please’



“Hmm…” Was all Hot Spot made as a reply. Anypony could clearly see that bruise was much too large to be made by a colt. It was as plain as the muzzle on the earth pony’s face what was happening, just as it was plain that Wildfire didn’t want to admit it. He knew he’d get nowhere if he pushed. “Wildfire, I’d like you to tell me if any other ‘colt’ decides it’s alright to leave a bruise like that.”



Wildfire sighed inwardly. It was clear her Captain didn’t believe her, but she was glad he hadn’t pushed the issue. “I will Sir.”



“One last thing, plans for this afternoon?”



Wildfire brightened almost instantly, as if somepony had flipped a light switch in her. “I’m going to visit mum, read her my new poem, and see how she’s doing.” Just as quick a shadow seemed to cross her brown eyes, “Then I’ll head home, take care of whatever mess dad’s left before he passed out today.”



“Dismissed then Rookie,” Hot Spot smiled at her as she got up to leave his office. When she was at the door he added, “Don’t be a stranger just because you’re suspended.”



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Wildfire trotted happily down the streets of Equestria’s capital city. The meeting with Hot Spot, while it hadn’t been all pleasant, hadn’t exactly been the roasted serving of her flank on a plate she had been expecting. True she was still upset about Heatwave, and while she would miss him in her life her Captain had gone a long way to reassuring her about the whole situation.



Carefully the yellow pegasus wove around the slower moving ponies around her. Some were families’ window shopping, little colts or fillies diligently pestering their tired looking parents for the latest whatever it was they wanted. Wildfire checked the clock outside a café as she passed. Three ten p.m. that gave her at least three hours until the scheduled rainfall later.



‘Heh,’ she giggled to herself, thinking of the absent Nimbostratus. ‘I know one part of Canterlot that won’t be getting any rain.’ Wildfire found her mind wandering as she trotted along, her saddle bags loaded with one of her most prized possessions, a real leather bound folder. A treasured gift from her mother, every poem she’d ever written from the age of ten was written in this folder. As it was there was a fresh sheet of parchment inside, along with her favourite calligraphy pen, also a gift from her mum, it was battered with teeth marks from years of writing, and while she had newer pens in her room, when it came to her poems it just didn’t feel right to use anything else.



Wildfire began humming to herself as she trotted towards the Cemetery at the far end of the Residential District, a habit she’d had for as long as she could remember. She only did it when she was really happy, and it was such an ingrained habit she didn’t realise she was doing it anymore, unless somepony pointed it out to her.

Line one is the time, that you, you first stayed over at mine. 

And we drank our first bottle of wine 

Wildfire skipped along the cobbled street as she hummed the first verse of a song called ‘Prettiest Eyes’ her favourite tune. A favourite of her mother’s, she’d always sing along to it when it came on the radio and to the skipping pegasus she equated that tune with feeling happy.



Reaching the gates of the cemetery Wildfire hit the first chorus, and without bothering to check if she could be overheard by anypony started to sing the words.

Now you’re older and I look at your face, 

Every wrinkle is so easy to place. 

And I only write them down just in case 

That you’d die. 

Take a look at these crow’s feet, just look, 

Sitting on the Prettiest Eyes. 

Sixty twenty-fifth of Decembers 

Fifty-nine fourth of Julys, 

Take a good look at these crow’s feet 

Sitting on the Prettiest Eyes. 

Wildfire was just about to hit the second verse with full gusto when thankfully, for those other ponies within earshot at least, the beeping of her phone alerted her to a newly received text message. Taking it from her left saddle bag she immediately blushed, her yellow cheeks flushing a fierce crimson at the name of the sender.



Air Raid.



In Wildfire’s opinion the nicest, prettiest lime green pegasus mare in Canterlot. Her oldest mare friend, Air Raid had the peculiar ability to make her lose the ability for coherent speech whenever she was around, which thankfully she was, rather a lot.



‘Saw your fire on the afternoon news. Awesome you rescuing that family. Proud of you my little hero. Party later?”

If Wildfire was happy before, she was fit to burst now. Air Raid, her crush, thought she was a hero! And she wanted to party, with her! Maybe today would be the day she admitted her years long crush and actually did something about it, or tomorrow. Fumbling her phone in her hooves Wildfire managed to reply on the fourth attempt that yes, she’d love to meet up later.



Presently, after not too much walking, Wildfire found the grave she was looking for. Not that she had to look anymore, she was sure she could find this headstone if she was blind given the number of times she’d made the journey. “Hi mum,” she said reverently as she pulled up the few weeds that were growing around the plot before sitting in front of the headstone. Wildfire didn’t need to but she read the carved letters anyway just as she always did when she visited.

In Loving Memory of 

Silverbolt 

1971 – 2018 

‘Death has the swiftest wings of all’ 

“I bought you something.” Wildfire took a single yellow daffodil and placed it at the foot of the grave marker, clearing away the other older ones that were getting past their best. Every time she visited her mum, which was at least twice weekly every week for the past six years she always bought her a single daffodil.



“Busy day today mum,” Wildfire began, “Had a fire in the Residential District, a big one too. Hope you were watching, Air Raid thinks I’m her hero!” She stopped and smiled coyly at the stone. “No, before you start I haven’t asked her out yet, I will do soon, in my own time alright?”



Wildfire took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t feel much like a hero mum, we lost Heatwave today. I know you’d have liked him.”



“Hey!” She exclaimed as an idea hit her. “He’s up with you right? Can you say hi from me? Let him know I’m sorry he had to go, and tell him I’ll miss him.” Wildfire looked at her hooves, embarrassed at what she asked next. “Could you maybe hang out with him, keep him company?” She sniffed away a little tear. “Thanks mum.”



Wildfire dug in to her saddle bag, retrieving the leather folder and her pen. “Wanna help me write something while I’m here? I’ll read it to you then you can show Heatwave ‘kay?” The yellow pegasus took her pen in her mouth and began to write, her beautifully crafted letters that she reserved for her poems almost an art in themselves. Occasionally she’d raise her head, think of a different line or word and put her pen to paper once more. While she was writing Wildfire didn’t notice the midnight blue pegasus walk behind her, sitting quietly a respectful distance away while she worked.



Twenty five minutes later she put her pen away. “Right mum it’s finished. Honest opinion alrighty? Tell me if you don’t like it.” Holding the folder open with a hoof Wildfire read aloud the poem she’d just written.

I stand alone with you in my mind 

Your words taught me how to survive 

Your strength never let me down 

Now you're gone 

I won't disappoint you daddy 

But my tears will remain in my eyes 

My heart will hurt forever 

Sorry I never told you what you deserved 

You cared for me and I took you for granted 

You live alive in my heart 

Thank you for loving me from the start 

“Not bad Wily.” Dusk said quietly from behind her, making the yellow pegasus squeak in shock and surprise. "At least your mum has decent company up there now."



“Gaaaah! Horseapples D you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Wildfire stuck out her tongue as he sat there sniggering at her. “Warn a pony next time mate.”



“Sorry Wily, I saw your back was turned and I couldn’t resist, besides your mum said it’d be funny.” He got up and walked the few steps to sit beside her at Silverbolt’s grave.



Wildfire scowled at the stone, “Thanks mum, ganging up on me now are we?” Her scowl turned into a reluctant smile, before she giggled. “Guess it was pretty funny.”



The yellow pegasus then cast a sideways glance at her best friend as he tucked his wings away. “Royalty stalking me now are they?”



Dusk laughed at that, “Hardly Wily. It’s Thursday. Where else would you be?”



“Alrighty, good point you got me there.” She conceded as she packed her folder and pen back in her saddle bags.



Dusk laid a dark blue wing over her shoulder, draping it over Wildfire’s own wings as he nuzzled her neck gently. “How you doing, really?”



“What d’you mean?”



“Saw you on the news? Y’know, as in the ‘news’ programme on TV? You have heard of it right?” Dusk withdrew his nuzzle but kept his wing firmly over his friend.



“Har har. I speak sarcasm too D. I’m alright I guess, chat with Hot Spot helped some.



“We’re meeting up for a party at mine later, you in?”



Wildfire turned to look her best friend in the face. “You. A party. You are throwing a party. Air Raid put you up to it didn’t she?”



Dusk blushed. “Is it that obvious?”



Wildfire lifted a hoof to her chin in mock thought, “Well let’s see. Your idea of a party is studying for a math exam, and you don’t know one end of a party popper from the other.”



“Alright I’m busted, yes Air Raid suggested it’d be a good night, thought you’d need it.”



“By that you mean she badgered you and pestered you until you gave in and said yes? Wildfire sniggered as Dusk nodded. “How many times did she ring you?”



“Only eight.” Wildfire’s snigger turned into a full blown laugh. “The eighth time I gave in and told her she could use my suite however she liked as long as she stopped calling me.”



“Anypony else coming?” She asked, after her laughter had died down.



“Well I’ll ask Brightstar, you know he’ll bring his sister. Darkstar will almost certainly bring Cyclone. It’s a foregone thing that Air Raid will ask Slingshot to come and that just leaves us, so seven in total.” Dusk finished counting off the list of possible attendees. “So, gonna finally ask her out tonight?”



“Yes…no…maybe, what if she says no?” Wildfire stuttered out.



“I don’t think she will. I reckon Air Raid fancies the fur off your flank.”



“Yeah right D.” Wildfire chuckled at her friend. “Air Raid could have the pick of anypony in Canterlot, what makes you think she fancies me?” Her voice was sceptical, however her brain was performing somersaults. ‘She might fancy me! She might fancy me!’



“Because the seventh time she rung she used the phrase; ‘That cute little pegasus deserves a party.’ That’s why.”

Wildfire’s brain had given up the somersaults and was now attempting barrel rolls in her head. ‘She called me cute…woot!’ “Alrighty then, I’ll come. And who knows, maybe I will ask Air Raid out.” Wildfire dug her phone out of her bag. “Let me ring dad, let him know what I’m doing.”



Dusk noted the time on his watch, it was fast approaching four p.m. “Wily Will he even be conscious this late in the day?”





Wildfire gave Dusk a ‘look’ which succeeded in shutting him up as she dialled her home number. Part of her hoped her dad would answer, the other part, the bit nearest her bruise, hoped he’d be passed out. She was about to cancel her call when it was answered on the eleventh ring, the slurred voice on the other end didn’t fill her with confidence.



“What?”



“Dad it’s me Wildfire…” She began, but was cut across.



“Huh…you is it…whadaya want now?” As he hiccupped down the phone Wildfire winced, she could practically smell the drink from here.



“I’m just letting you know I’m staying at Dusk’s tonight.”



“Do as you like…” Wildfire was sure she could hear him muttering something about pointless stuck up royals, but decided not to argue.



“Dad I got my cu…” Wildfire paused mid-word as her dad hung up on her, the dial tone ringing in her ears. “…tie mark today.” She stared at her phone for a few seconds, wanting nothing more than to launch it as far as equinely possible. For what felt like the millionth time that day she felt tears build up as she stomped a hoof into the grass.



"Bastard..." Once again Dusk was at Wildfire's side, nuzzling her neck as a comforting wing held her in a tight hug.

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CHAPTER THREE 

Dusk Melody rolled the eight sided dice, the number coming up eight. The dice certainly had not been kind to the young prince during this game, and he had started to suspect it was weighted. Sighing he admitted to the assembled group, “I’m a coltcuddler.” Before taking the dice again, this time rolling a three.



“C’mon Dusky, we all knew that already, tell us something we don’t know.” Brightstar piped up, the blue unicorn earning himself a raspberry from Dusk for his trouble.



"Cyclone, it's your turn." Dusk said, hoofing the dice over to the black coated pegasus.



The party for Wildfire was in full swing and had been going almost two hours when Darkstar had, to the great surprise of everypony present, suggested Truth or Dare as the next game to play. The shy unicorn had lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree and had practically hid under the large round table but once voiced everypony had jumped on the idea. Order of play had been decided with a suit from the deck of cards they had used for poker just previously. Air Raid had gotten the ace, Dusk the two; Cyclone the three; Bright Star the four; Slingshot the five; Dark Star the six and finally Wildfire the seven. Using an eight sided dice to determine who was next whoever rolled the eight had to reveal a truth about themselves before rolling again. Fuelled with a keg of moonshine courtesy of Dusk’s mom the game had predictably gotten out of hoof rather quickly.



“Truth.” Cyclone declared as she took a mouthful of Luna’s finest liquor.



“Who was your first kiss with?” Dusk asked with a wolfish grin as Cyclone muttered something darkly his way.



“You Dusk, aged nine and a half, Palace Library.” She replied, flicking her turquoise mane from her eyes.



“No surprise you like stallions then D.”



“Buck you Wily.” Wildfire giggled as Cyclone rolled the dice, getting a four.



Bright Star put his drink down, thinking for a moment. “Truth please Cyclone.”



This time it was the bookish pegasus’s turn to deliver a predatory smile, which worried the unicorn somewhat. “Have you ever made out with your sister?”



Dusk couldn’t help but feel sorry for the timid unicorn, although that didn’t stop him laughing with the others when the white unicorn spat her mouthful of moonshine over the table. Dark Star’s white fur turned a fierce crimson as her brother answered.



“Yes,” He answered shamelessly, “Once when we were eight, and only because she was curious.”



Hoots of glee sounded out around the table, making Dark Star’s blush threaten to become permanent as her brother rolled a seven.



Wildfire looked at the dice like it was a traitor. “Dare.”



“I dare you to kiss the pony of your choice at this table.” Bright Star looked at her triumphantly, the dare earning more whoops from the friends, especially from Slingshot, the earth pony nudged Wildfire in the ribs as he dramatically puckered up.



“You wish.” Wildfire snickered at her friend as she trotted around the table. There was only one pony here she wanted to kiss, and she silently thanked Bright Star for giving her the chance. Standing in front of Air Raid she gave her long time crush a hopeful smile, which she was relieved to see answered with a wink from the lime green pegasus. Wildfire closed her eyes as she gently pressed her lips to Air Raid’s own. She had fantasized about this for years, and now she was actually doing it she wanted to take her time, to savour it. The yellow pegasus marvelled at the texture of the soft lips hers touched, and would’ve been happy to leave it there had she not felt a hoof caress her black mane, pulling her into a deeper kiss as Air Raid ran her tongue across Wildfire’s lips. Understanding the request she opened her mouth slightly, granting Air Raid access to her mouth. Slowly, carefully, she entered Wildfire’s mouth, pushing her tongue to one side and claiming the younger pegasus’s mouth. It wasn’t a forceful kiss, rather a steady domination that Wildfire was more than happy to give in to.



Eventually the need for air caused the kiss to be broken, and with flushed cheeks Air Raid laid a peck on Wildfire’s lips as she turned to go back to her seat, her progress somewhat hampered by her wings, which at this moment her spread almost painfully erect either side of her body. Hoots and whoops followed her as she found her seat, Air Raid’s being the loudest of the lot. Picking up the dice Wildfire noted with a smirk that Dusk’s wings were also spread wide.



Wildfire promptly rolled an eight. “Oh buck.” Everypony around the table sniggered, as she prepared to tell a rather large truth. ‘In for a bit,’ she thought nervously. “I have a crush on Air Raid.” She said as she proceeded to roll a six on the dice. Wildfire ignored the various sniggers, looking straight at her crush to see she wasn’t doing anything but smiling warmly at her.



“Dare.” Wildfire suspected it was the quantity of moonshine she had consumed that gave Dark Star her current resolve, but whatever the reason she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.



“Alrighty, Dark Star, I dare you to tell us your fetish.”



Silence. The sniggers and jokes around the table died away to silence, and Dark Star was all of a sudden very aware of six pairs of eyes looking directly at her, boring into her very soul. “Um…o – okay,” the shy unicorn stuttered, “But e – everypony has to tell theirs too, if that’s alright, I mean…”



A chorus of ‘yes’s’ immediately went up from everypony present. “A – alright then…I like my coltfriend to hoof-cuff me and…s – spank me before we, you know, ‘do it’.”



Dusk sat open-mouthed at Dark Star’s admission. Of all the things he’d expected from the timid unicorn, that was low on the list. “Really?” He asked incredulously.



Dark Star’s blush was back in full force. “Oh yes. It makes me warm and tingly when he spanks me.”



“I like to watch as her coltfriend ties her up and spanks her.” Now it was Bright Star’s turn to get stared at. “What?” He asked, “It’s not as if I join in or anything, I just watch the show.”



“Dude, that’s still creepy as buck.” Slingshot commented from the other side of the table as he took a generous gulp of his drink.



“Alright, what’s your fetish then?” Bright Star asked, eyebrow raised.



“Socks, me and my marefriend both wear ‘em in bed.” Slingshot blew a raspberry at Bright Star’s snigger, “Least I don’t watch my sister getting bucked.”



“Preening is mine.” Dusk voiced his fetish to the group, earning a few nods in his direction. “Slingshot you up for giving me a preen?” He asked with a grin.



“I would, your majesty, but my palace door swings the other way.”



“I’m not too fussed about being tied up, but I like to be spanked too, with a good heavy book.” Cyclone piped up from her seat next to Dusk.



“You’re in the right spot then cyclone,” Air Raid giggled, “Dusk practically lives in the Royal Library. Just return a book late, I’m sure he’ll grant your wish.”



“Depends how late the book is…” Dusk snickered with a wink at Cyclone, whose wings promptly sprang out, to gales of laughter from the others.



“I do have one that’s a month overdue.” The black pegasus admitted with an excited shiver.



“Score for Cyclone!” Slingshot cheered.



“I like Hooves.” Wildfire said, and to the questioning glances she received added, “Y’know, licking and sucking them, it…turns me on…”



"Eww, gross Wily!” Dark Star pulled a disgusted face after taking another drink.



“And letting your brother watch you get screwed isn’t?” Dark Star immediately shut up, merely taking another quick sip of her moonshine.



“Okay, my turn.” Air Raid said, “I like to pee outside where somepony might catch me.” Then she quickly added before she could be interrupted, looking Wildfire square in her brown eyes, “And I love it when somepony sucks my hooves.”



Wildfire really wished Air Raid would look somewhere else as her wings once again flared out wide. ‘I love you…’ her horny brain wished her to say, instead of the gibberish she ended up muttering under her breath.



Dark Star rolled a five on the dice as Dusk returned with a tray of refills for everypony.



“Truth.” Slingshot requested as the earth pony took a deep swig of his moonshine, emptying half the glass and starting to sway happily in his seat.



“What are you afraid of?”



“We all sharing again?” Slingshot asked the group nervously. The ‘yes’s’ went a great way to boosting his confidence.



“I don’t think that’s how the game is played…” Dusk began but was cut off mid-sentence by Bright Star.



“Maybe not but it is fun, chill out Dusky.”



“Alright then, I’m scared of heights.” Slingshot admitted with a shudder as he emptied his fifth glass.



“What a shock, an earth pony scared of heights.” Bright Star chuckled to himself as Slingshot stuck out his tongue at him.



“I’m…scared of the dark…” Bright Star muttered as all eyes focused on him, erupting in peals of giggles.



“The dark? Really bro?” Dark Star was thumping her hoof on the table, holding her sides with the other.



Recovering herself Dark Star took a steadying drink of her moonshine before she said; “I’m scared of being caught, when I’m hoof-cuffed outside.”



“I’m scared of heights too.” Cyclone admitted with a blush, partially hiding behind her wing.



“Really?”



“Yes Dusk, not every pegasus loves to fly y’know.” Cyclone sniffed, trying hard to not be offended.



“Sorry Cyclone. I think everypony here knows mine…”



“Yeah D, you’re scared witless of failing a test right?” Dusk’s quiet blush was all the answer the table needed, fresh giggles erupting once more.



“I’m claustrophobic, any small spaces I can’t stand. Give me open sky and I’m fine.” Wildfire said as she shuddered at the thought of being hemmed in gave her the cold chills.



“You all might laugh,” Air Raid started, “I’m scared of thunder, well loud noises in general really.” Only Slingshot laughed, but was immediately silenced by a vicious elbow nudge from Wildfire.



Slingshot then rolled a one.



“Dare me.” Air Raid said defiantly, staring a hole straight through the earth pony.



“I dare you to ask Wily on a date.”

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CHAPTER FOUR 

Best. Night. Ever!



If Wildfire were to be asked the question then that undoubtedly would have been her reply. Best. Night. Ever. Not only had she got to hang out with her circle of friends at the palace she was here, now, flying above Canterlot on a date with her crush! She had a sneaking suspicion that Air Raid had set the whole thing up, but at this very moment Wildfire found she wasn’t too bothered. All that mattered to her was the fact that she was on a date with Air Raid.



The two pegasi had flown together side by side since leaving the palace balcony overlooking the mountainside city below them.



Wildfire laid her forehooves over the edge of the Cirrocumulus she and her date were laid out on, looking at the twinkling, sparkling lights of the city far below them. Air Raid was laid next to her on the floating cloud, a lime green wing idly draped over her shoulders and back, holding the yellow pegasus in a feathery hug.



“How high do you think we are Raid?” Wildfire asked, laying her head on Air Raid’s shoulder.



“Let’s see, this is a Cirrocumulus cloud, so easy twenty six thousand feet.” She angled her head to kiss Wildfire’s forehead, “Too high for you Wily?”



“Hmm? No, not at all, I’m just enjoying the view.”



“Yeah, Canterlot looks beautiful from up here.”



“Not the city, I meant the moon and stars.” The view certainly was breathtaking. The clear night sky was illuminated by the light of the full moon, the millions of stars shining against their black canvas. “I feel like I could just reach out a hoof and touch forever.”



“O brave world, that has such wonders in it.” Air Raid sighed, laying a series of gentle kisses along Wildfire’s jawline.



Wildfire giggled, leaning her head the other way to better expose her neck to Air Raid’s sensuous attack. “You…ahh…misquoted it you know…”



Air Raid lifted her muzzle from her partner’s neck, a look of mock indignance on her face. “I did not.”



“You did,” Wildfire whimpered at the loss of the kisses. “It should be ‘O brave new world, that has such ponies in it. The Tempest, act five scene one. Miranda says it to Prospero.”



Wildfire squealed with surprise as Air Raid rolled her over onto her back, beginning a trail of wet kisses that began under her chin and stopped at the base of her neck. “Aren’t we the clever little pegasus then?” She teased, bringing her head back up and gently kissing her lips.



“Only…hmm…with literature, I do suck at math.” Wildfire giggled as she returned the kiss, starting at Air Raid’s lips and planting a string of flowery pecks up the side of her face to her ear, which she nipped with the slightest pressure, earning herself a tiny squeak.



“Well, my cute little hero can’t be good at everything, can she?” Air Raid drew her left hoof across the leading edge of Wildfire’s right wing, eliciting a low moan from the yellow pegasus under her.



“I’m not a hero Raid.”



“Hmm let’s see.” Air Raid made small circling motions with her hoof over Wildfire’s extended primaries. “You flew into a burning building, almost burnt your feathers off and single hoofedly rescued three ponies from burning to death.” Air Raid’s hoof crept down her wing, barely caressing her secondaries with the lightest of touches. “I’d say that was pretty bucking heroic, wouldn’t you?”



“Uh huh…” Wildfire found she wasn’t in much of a position to argue the point, the part of her brain that wanted to deny the fact had long since surrendered to the part that wanted to lie in this caress forever more. Especially when Air Raid leant over her and began nipping and sucking at the very base of her right wing, targeting the sensitive bundle of nerves where the wing met her barrel.



“Gaaah…oooh Raid that’s sooo nice…” Wildfire whined happily, her arousal building with every deliberate nip and suck, every touch of a delicate hoof on a feather.



“hm hmm,” Air Raid murmured into her wing, “And I haven’t started the other one yet babe.”



“W – wait…stop, Raid, can you stop a minute, please?”



Immediately Air Raid ceased her ministrations to Wildfire’s right wing, and propped herself up to look the fiercely blushing pegasus in her brown eyes. “What is it? Don’t you want to?” She asked, her face full of concern.



“N – no, I do, it’s just…this is my first time.”



“With a mare?” Air Raid asked softly, no pressure in her voice.



“With…anypony…” Wildfire’s voice was tiny, barely above a whisper, her embarrassment threatening to turn her blush permanent.



“Hey,” Air Raid kissed her nose, and then kissed her lips. “That’s alright, we can go as slow as you like sweetie, I’m not going to rush you.”



“It’s not that I don’t want to, I do…want to do it with you I mean, more than anything.” Wildfire flustered, barely getting her words out. “There’s somepony I want you to meet first, if you don’t mind.”



“For you, anything. Who is it?”



“My mum.”



~ ~ ~



Wildfire and Air Raid landed just outside the cemetery, the clear full moon bathing the multitudinous head stones in an eerie light that went a long way to unnerving the lime green mare. Had she been alone there was no way in Equestria Air Raid would’ve gone in there after dark.



Wildfire confidently pushed open the iron gate, leading the way along the well-trodden cobbled path she knew so well. “Mum’s waiting just over here,” the yellow mare said to her partner walking hesitantly beside her, pointing the way with a wingtip. “She’s been wanting to meet you for ages.”



Air Raid wasn’t sure how she felt about that, if she was honest with herself it sounded a little creepy, but it was obviously important to Wildfire that they do this, and do it right. “I hope I make a good first impression Wily.”



A few minutes later they were stood before Silverbolt’s grave. “Mum, I’ve got somepony I’d like you to meet.” Indicating the other pegasus with a wing she continued, “This is Air Raid. You’ll remember I spoke about her before, and well, she asked me out tonight!”



Wildfire gave Air Raid a gentle nudge in the ribs, mouthing ‘go on’.



“Hey Ma’am,” Air Raid began uncertainly, ‘what do you say to a head stone?’ she thought to herself, “My name’s Air Raid. Call me Raid, most ponies do. I uh…asked your little girl out tonight, and err, Wily wants to know if you’re okay with it, with us dating, going out and…stuff.”



There was a moment’s silence before Wildfire tenderly nuzzled Raid’s neck, and said with a whisper; “Mum likes you, she just wonders what took us so long to get together.”



Air Raid released a deep breath she didn’t realise she was holding in. She was still unsure of this whole thing, but it felt weird, good weird, to have her mum’s ‘blessing’. “You visit your mum often then Wily?”



“Every Monday and Thursday. I come to see her, have a chat, unload stuff that’s bothering me, get her advice.” Air Raid shot her a sceptical look before she could stop herself. “I know she can’t really hear me silly, but I dunno, being here feels like being with her, y’know? Cuddling mum’s stone, it’s like getting a cuddle from her. I know it’s silly…”



Air Raid placed a foreleg over Wildfire’s shoulder, “It’s not silly. I get it, you want to be near your mum. How did she…?”



“Die? Mum worked with the Canterlot Weather Team. One day when I was twelve they were creating a storm and an errant cloud got loose, mum got hit by a lightning strike, she was dead before she hit the ground.”



“I’m sorry to hear that Wily.” She tightened the hug, nuzzling her cheek. “What else do you do, when you come to visit?”



“I write my poems.” Wildfire turned her head and retrieved her treasured book from her saddle bag carefully in her mouth. Taking it in her hoof she passed it to Air Raid, who took it in her own hoof.



“Wily, this book is beautiful.” Air Raid admired the black leather cover, ‘Wildfire’ embossed upon it in flowing gold lettering, the smell of it, the parchment pages was a sensation in itself. “May I?”



At Wildfire’s nod she opened the book, noticing it was split into three sections. Tabs at the side read ‘Heatwave’, ‘Friends’, ‘Mum’ and ‘Air Raid’. With a blush of her own she couldn’t help but notice her section was by far the largest of the four, making up almost half of the book on its own. Reverently she hoofed the book back to its owner. “Could you read me a poem, please?”



“O – okay…” Wildfire took the book back, and sat in front of Air Raid, hoofing through the pages to find one about her she particularly liked. Finally she skimmed back to the start of her section, selecting the first poem she’d ever written about Air Raid, when she had first realised her crush for the pegasus. ‘Okay Wily, you got this, no big deal. Your crush, your marefriend, wants a poem read in front of your mum. No, no big deal. I got this…’ She cleared her throat and began to read.

Your lips speak soft sweetness 

Your touch a cool caress 

I am lost in your magic 

My heart beats within your chest 

I think of you each morning 

And dream of you each night 

I think of your wings being around me 

And cannot express my delight 

Never have I fallen 

But I am quickly on my way 

You hold a heart in your hooves 

That has never before been given away 

Air Raid was simply speechless. Listening to the poem, to Wildfire pouring her very heart and soul through those beautiful words…there were no words to describe it. “Wily…that, that was by far the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. That was the first you wrote about me?”



Wildfire nodded, closing the book up. ‘She likes it! Raid likes it!’ Her brain was doing its own little happy dance in her head, thrilled beyond measure that she hadn’t just made a huge foal of herself.



“How long?” Wildfire shot her a questioning look to which she quickly added, “Since you wrote that, how long have you had the crush?”



“Three and a half years.”



Air Raid giggled, creeping close enough to give Wildfire a tender kiss. A slow, unhurried, loving kiss. “Silly filly, why didn’t you ask me out?”



“Because you’re older…and pretty, and…you’re just cool! I was scared you’d laugh or say no…” Wildfire’s voice trailed off as Air Raid once more kissed her lips.



“Can you read me another poem, please my love?”



‘She called me her love! She loves me! Air Raid loves me!’ Wildfire felt like all her Hearth’s Warmings had come at once. “I can do better than that,” Wildfire enthused, almost giddy with inspiration, “I’ll write you a new one, right now!”



“Wily, love, you don’t have to go to any trouble for me.”



“It’s no trouble, It’s a pleasure.” Wildfire rummaged through her saddle bag, locating her special pen. “Gimme a minute,” the excited mare mumbled around the pen as she sat back down and got herself comfortable.



Air Raid sat a few feet away, quietly watching her work, ‘no, not work, create art is what she’s doing.’ She thought to herself as she watched the exquisite mouth-writing take shape. Just ten minutes later she was done.



“Alrighty it’s finished. Be honest and let me know what you think.”



Air Raid nodded as she began her second reading.

I love you so deeply, 

I love you so much, 

I love the sound of your voice 

And the way that we touch. 

I love your warm smile 

And your kind, thoughtful way, 

The joy that you bring 

To my life every day. 

I love you today 

As I have from the start, 

And I'll love you forever 

With all of my heart. 

“What do you think?” Wildfire asked uncertainly as she started packing her book away, “it might not be very good, I literally just thought of it, I’ll understand if you don’t like it…I can change it for you…”



Air Raid waited in polite silence while Wildfire rambled on as she put away her book and pen before spear tackling her to the ground with a surprised squeal from the yellow mare, smothering her neck and chest in nips and kisses.



“Does that mean you liked it?” She asked with a barely supressed giggle as she recovered from the tackle.



“Duh! You really are adorable when you’re flustered you know Wily. I love the poem, I really do. Now, where were we?” Air Raid purred as she delicately nibbled her marefriend’s jawline up to her ear, giving it a long slow lick.



“W – we…ooooh that’s niiiice…can’t…do it here…hmm…Raid.” Wildfire managed to pant out through Air Raid’s sensuous nibbling.



“Why not sweetie?”



Wildfire propped herself up and pointed to the headstone with a hoof. “Would you do it in front of your mum?” She deadpanned.



“Oh…ohh I see.” Air Raid giggled, “I guess you have a point hun.” She looked about, thinking before her eyes lit up as she spotted a low floating cloud. “There’s a Stratus cloud about two and a half thousand feet up, up for it?”





~



‘Best. Night. Ever.’ The thought ran through Air Raid’s mind as the lime green pegasus laid back on the Stratus cloud, looking deep into Wildfire’s brown eyes. The yellow mare had gently pushed her to lay back, supported by the body of the cloud they were on.



From her reclined position Air Raid had both forelegs out to her sides and let the weight of her hindlegs naturally spread them, exposing her waiting sex to her marefriend. Wildfire didn’t go for the prize straight away though like she was expecting. Instead the virgin pegasus shyly took Air Raid’s left hindleg in her forehooves, bringing the hoof to her lips and raising her eyebrows in a silent request to continue, to which Air Raid gladly nodded.



Wildfire started by laying soft kisses along the hard outer edge of the toe, savouring the salty tang of Air Raid’s sweat. Gently she nibbled along the inner edge of the toe, the soft fur of her muzzle stroking the wide inner sole as she licked around the hoof’s white line.



“Like that?” Wildfire breathed the question into the sole of her lover’s hoof sending tingling vibrations up her hindleg.



“Hmmm.” Air Raid murmured in reply, her blue eyes were closed as she submitted to the waves of pleasure coming from her hoof. Her right forehoof snaked down her front, rubbing her teats as Wildfire continued with her hoof.



Wildfire grinned to herself as she started to smell Air Raid’s arousal on the air. Cupping the hoof she was working in her own right one she slid her left hoof up and down Air Raid’s hindleg, stroking all the way down to her inner thigh before moving it away again.



“Wiiily…” Air Raid whined as her hoof got tantalisingly close to her slick sex before being pulled away at the last moment. She tried bucking her hips upwards but there was nothing there. “Don’t tease…ahhhh!”



Wildfire placed her tongue on the splayed end of the sensitive frog of her hoof, gently increasing the pressure until Air Raid had gasped, cutting off what she was trying to say. Slowly, very slowly she drew her tongue in a torturous lick along its length before planting a wet kiss on the tapered point, eliciting further moans of pleasure from her marefriend.



Letting go of the hoof Wildfire kissed her way up the hindleg all the way to Air Raid’s inner thigh, breathing in the heady musky scent. Again she stopped just short of the target, instead leaving soft flowery kisses around the outer folds of her labia and slowly kissing her way down the other leg.



Air Raid squirmed under Wildfire’s teasing kisses, losing herself in the heavenly sensations she didn’t believe her inexperienced partner could provide. The yellow pegasus had reached her right hind hoof when she felt a familiar pressure from her bladder, those glasses of moonshine from the party requiring release.



“Wily…I…need to…gaaaah!” She groaned as Wildfire grazed her teeth along the inner white wall of her hoof, “Need…to pee…oooh” She was cut off by the wet feeling of Wildfire’s tongue swirling around the sole, gently flicking the point of the frog each time it passed.



Air Raid tried to hold her bladder as long as she could, but the built up pressure combined with the pleasure from her tongue-bathed rear hooves proved too much. Sighing in relief she relaxed her muscles, shooting a powerful stream of golden urine a few feet, soaking the surface of the cloud they were laid on.



A naughty idea occurred to Wildfire as she watched the seemingly never-ending stream gush forth from her marefriend’s urethra. Cupping Air Raid’s rear hoof in hers she bent her hindleg, angling her hoof across the stream, covering the outer wall of the toe and the sole with its owners own urine.



Bringing the soaked hoof back to her mouth Wildfire lapped at the hoof, tasting her partner's warm piss on her tongue as she savoured the saltiness. She began suckling on the white wall of the toe, earning further whimpers of joy from Air Raid.



A few moments later Air Raid’s stream began to lose its intensity as her bladder emptied. Lowering her head to her marefriend’s crotch Wildfire opened her mouth to take the last few drops on the pee as it splashed across her muzzle, licking her lips while she swallowed it down. Extending her tongue Wildfire licked slowly straight up the lime green pegasus’s moist slit, wiping the last traces of her pee with long slow licks that caused her to shiver and squirm with delight.



“Luna’s mane!” Air Raid exclaimed, feeling the heat of an orgasm building as Wildfire probed the soft inner walls of her tunnel with her tongue. What the yellow pegasus may have lacked in experience was offset by her sheer enthusiasm. Sloppy as her technique was it was having the desired effect, and Air Raid grasped the back of Wildfire’s mane, holding her head in place as she roughly bucked her hips forwards, grinding her sopping cunny into her marefriend’s face, almost forcing her muzzle deep inside her.



“Wily…sweet Luna I’m close…don’t stop…please…” She panted out through heavy deep breaths as she felt her walls contracting around the invading muzzle buried within her.



Angling her head upwards Wildfire found the swollen nub of Air Raid’s clit, hesitantly she took it in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it as she gave the nub a couple of hard sucks before flicking its surface with her tongue.



Air Raid’s world turned a bright white as her orgasm consumed her. “Sweet Goddesses!” She screamed into the night sky, her cum squirting into Wildfire’s waiting mouth.



Wildfire wiped the excess cum from her muzzle with a hoof, which she then in turn licked clean as she laid herself next to her still panting marefriend. “How was that?” She asked with a grin as she laid her head on Air Raid’s shoulder.



Air Raid didn’t answer straight away, she was still riding the afterglow of her orgasm and trying to get her breathing under control. When she was able she glanced at Wildfire. “That my love was amazing. Never knew you liked watersports though, that was soooo hot!”



“Me neither, till just then. It just seemed the thing to do.” Wildfire giggled in Air Raid’s hug, “Enjoy our first date?”



“It wasn’t bad, but It’s not done yet Wily.” Air Raid had a mischievous tone in her voice that didn’t go unnoticed.



Propping herself up on an elbow Wildfire gave her a puzzled look. “It’s not?” She asked, wondering if she’d done something wrong. ‘Unlikely,’ she thought to herself, ‘Raid sounded like she was enjoying it.’



“Nope, it’s not.” Without warning Air Raid rolled over, switching their positions on the cloud and pinning Wildfire underneath her body. “You made me cum, now it’s my turn sweetheart.”



Air Raid kissed her way down Wildfire’s trembling body, from her neck to just above her heated mound, stopping at the darkened pubic hair. “Close those beautiful brown eyes of yours for me.”



The yellow mare hastened to obey, the commanding edge to Air Raid’s voice sent a further shiver through her. “W – what’re you going to do?”



“You’ll see, or not, as the case may be.” Making sure Wildfire had her eyes firmly closed Air Raid gently spread her marefriend’s folds wide and looked upon her intact hymen. ‘Guess Wily wasn’t joking when she said this was her first time,’ she thought to herself.



Wildfire squeaked in surprise as she felt Air Raid’s tongue lap at her exposed sex, her marefriend’s saliva mixing with her own juices coating the inner walls of her tight tunnel. “hmm Raid…I like that…” She cooed happily, giving herself over to her ministrations. Just as she was starting to buck her hips she felt the wondrous tongue remove itself from inside her, leaving her shivering on the edge.



“Why…why’d you stop?” Wildfire whimpered as the waves of pleasure dissipated.



“That was just the warm up act sweetie,” Air Raid giggled as she spat on her hoof, liberally coating it in her glistening saliva. ‘Should be enough lube’. “This is the main event…” She teased as she placed the leading edge of her hoof at Wildfire’s entrance, not enough to penetrate her but enough for her to know what was coming next.



Wildfire felt the toe of the hoof resting on her sex, she had a very good idea what her marefriend had planned for her. She trembled in excitement, and a little in fear. Sure she’d pleasured herself before but she’d never had anything inside her.



“Are you ready for this Wildfire?” Air Raid asked gently, taking note of her partner’s nervous shivering.



Wildfire nodded, keeping her eyes closed. “Will, will it hurt?”



“You’ll feel a small sharp pain at first, then it’ll feel wonderful, like the best pleasure in the world.” Air Raid lowered her head to kiss Wildfire’s lips, “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to, I can do something else.”



"N - no...it’s, I’m, fine…I want you to, please…”



Air Raid kisses her lips once more as she applied a tiny bit of pressure to her foreleg, inching her hoof past Wildfire’s spread labia, breaking the hymen with one smooth, slow push.



“Oh…oww!” Wildfire squealed with the sharp pain she felt between her legs, her muscles tensing up with the warm sticky sensation trickling from her spread pussy as it flowed over the invading hoof and down the inside of her thigh. ‘I’m bleeding! That’s my blood!’



“Wily, relax, or it’ll hurt more sweetie.” Air Raid held her hoof in place, just barely inside her tunnel.



“I can’t…it hurts!”



Air Raid brought her other hoof over and started gently rubbing it around her marefriend’s hood, teasing her clitoris with half touches and near misses, wiping away most of the slowing trickle of blood in the process. Wildfire visibly relaxed with the sensuous circular motions, distracting her enough for Air Raid to slip more of her foreleg inside her.



‘Sweet Celestia’s mane she’s tight!’ Air Raid halted her pushing once more as she felt her vaginal muscles gripping her leg, instead pulling back out a tiny fraction, lowering her lips to plant several soft kisses around Wildfire’s hood.



“Ngh!...ahhh Raaaaid!” Wildfire squirmed with the renewed pleasure of her marefriend’s tongue against her, instinctively raising her hips, sliding further along the penetrating limb. She was no longer aware of the earlier pain, consumed with the overwhelming feeling of just how wonderful it felt.



Air Raid wrapped her lips around Wildfire’s sensitive swollen clit and suckled hard, thrusting her hoof forward, progress made easier with the flowing juices around her leg adding needed lubrication. Alternating between smooth licks and hard sucking Air Raid thrust deeper within her with each forward motion until to her very great surprise she felt the toe of her hoof touch her partner’s cervix. Withdrawing her leg a quarter of the way Air Raid thrust back in again, again tapping the closed opening of Wildfire’s womb.



“Cum for me Wily, spasm up and down my leg…” Air Raid cooed as she increased the pace of her sawing rhythm, pumping her leg into the wet whimpering mess that was her marefriend.



“Raid, I’m gonna…I’m close…”



“Cum for me…” Air Raid whispered right inside Wildfire’s ear, delivering a torturously long slow lick all the way up before nipping hard at the tip. This extra stimulation was the final push to tip her over her edge.



“AIIIR RAAAAAIIIID!!” Wildfire screamed her marefriend’s name into the night sky as the most intense orgasm of her life coursed through her body, her vision going bright white as her back arched from the cloud, her vaginal muscles clenching almost painfully around Air Raid’s knee deep leg.



“You alright sweetie?” Air Raid asked as she slowly withdrew her sopping hoof from her partner’s stretched snatch, laying down beside her and pulling her into a tight hug.



“Yeah…” Wildfire panted heavily, riding out the last waves of her climax. “I’m…fine. That was…wowsers!”



“I love you Wily.”



“I love y…” Wildfire never finished her reply, gentle snores sounding from her lips as her fatigue caught up with her, her chest rising and falling in Air Raid’s tight embrace. Air Raid giggled to herself as she watched her exhausted marefriend sleep.



“Be cheerful my love, our revels now are ended.” Air Raid whispered into a sleeping ear, laying a soft kiss upon it as she settled into the cuddle, content to watch the stars in the night sky while Wildfire slept beside her.

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WILDFIRE LIGHTING THE FLAME 

PART TWO 

CHAPTER ONE 

Wildfire stirred in the bed in which she was laid. Groggily she opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of her dream. Bleary eyed the pegasus searched for the alarm clock, which duly informed her it was five a.m. “Too early…” She murmured to herself, rolling over in the duvet, her foreleg searching for her marefriend. A moments fruitless search told her she was alone. Denied her usual morning snuggle Wildfire laid in the duvet debating her options.



On the hoof she could stay where she was, cocooned in the heavenly warm duvet. On the other she could get up and see where Air Raid had gone, and why she’d left her in bed alone. A second of contemplation later and she decided on the first option. Turning over with a grunt Wildfire found her partner’s pillow, which still retained her warmth and scent. Wherever Air Raid had gone, she hadn’t been gone long. Smiling to herself Wildfire buried her face into the pillow, breathing in the smell as she once more closed her eyes and pulled the duvet over her head.



Just as Wildfire was about to drift off into her slumber another scent assailed her nostrils, wrestling with her olfactory sense and beating it into submission.



No, the yellow pegasus thought to herself, her half asleep brain trying to fight back with reason. She always does this, and she always wins. Not today Wily. Today you sleep in. Don’t you let her win. Just as she was listening to the reasoned argument her tired brain presented, and was about to ferret herself deeper in the sheets her traitorous senses fired back with a devastating counter attack. She has coffee. Black coffee with two sugars. Just the way you like it. All you have to do is get up.



Wildfire did her very best to ignore this and concentrate on the warmth and comfort of the bed. Her resolve crumbled when she heard the clink of the cup and saucer as it was placed on the bedside table, the delicious coffee smell wafting under the covers.



No. She thought resolutely.



“Good morning sweetheart!” Air Raid chirped happily at the bundle of sheets and duvet that was her marefriend. “Is somepony awake?”



“No. Sleeping.” Came Wildfire’s muffled reply from somewhere under the sheets.



“If you’re asleep I can’t give you your birthday present.” Air Raid whispered to the bundle as she sprang onto the bed, her weight shifting the duvet to reveal a yellow ear.



“Don’t care. Sleeping.”



“Really?” Came the amused reply. Wildfire could virtually hear her smirk. “What’s this? Why it’s your phone! How did that get in my hooves?”



No…don’t give in…you’re sleeping… Wildfire could hear the muffled sounds of buttons being pressed, the keytones reaching her under the duvet.



“Let’s see…’I want your hoof in my pussy and your tongue in my ass’ aaaaand…send!” Air Raid licked Wildfire’s exposed ear and nipped the tip playfully. “I hope Darkstar likes the text you just sent her.”



She’s bluffing…ignore her…but…what if she isn’t? Wildfire struggled to extricate herself from her soft cocoon, throwing the duvet from herself as Air Raid sat beside her snorting with laughter. Wearing her best scowl she snatched her phone from her hyena of a marefriend and checked the message log, only to find nothing in the ‘sent’ box. Propping herself up against the headboard the rudely awoken mare crossed her hooves in a huff. “I hate you.”



“I love you too Wily.” Air Raid giggled as she placed a loving kiss on her lips. “Happy birthday baby.”



Wildfire took a drink of her coffee, savouring the sweet sugary taste as the much needed caffeine entered her system. As her mum used to say, the best coffee of the day is the one in your head before the first coffee of the day. “So, what’s my sexy pegasus got me?” She asked with a grin. “Whatever it is it’d better be worth dragging me from this cozy pit.”



“It’s a surprise…”



“C’mon Raid,” Wildfire huffed with impatience, “Y’know I hate surprises!”



“Oh…I think you’ll like this one Wily.” Air Raid sniggered, a devious twinkle in her grey eyes. “Hooves up, eyes closed.



“What? What d’you…”



“You heard me sexy. Get those hooves up and your eyes closed. Now.”



Wildfire hastened to obey, shivering at the stern authoritative tone her marefriend had adopted. Closing her brown eyes the yellow pegasus raised her forelegs above her head, wondering what in Equestria her birthday present could be. She felt something like a bracelet wrap around her left hoof, tugging it upwards. Nervously she opened her eyes as Air Raid secured a second bracelet around her other hoof, pulling on it she found her forelegs bound above her head, the bracelets joined to each other by a twelve inch chain looped through two holes in the headboard. Hoofcuffs?



Panicking slightly Wildfire struggled against her bindings, to no effect. Her forehooves were fastened securely. “R – raid?” She stammered, “What’re you doing?”



Air Raid ignored her marefriend completely, instead securing hoofcuffs around each of her hind hooves and linking them with a three foot spreader bar, forcing Wildfire’s hind legs apart. Turning her back to her struggling partner the lime green pegasus searched in her bottom drawer for a moment before uttering a triumphant “Aha!”



Wildfire’s eyes went wide as she saw what Air Raid had in her mouth. Along with a truly evil smile she had her favourite ten inch vibrator. In spite of her nervous state, she was acutely aware of the growing moistness between her spread open legs.



“Someponies getting excited.” Air Raid sniggered, taking the toy in her hoof and generously applying some lube.



“A – air R – raid…” Wildfire whimpered, unsure whether to be nervous or excited her brain attempted to be both at once.



“You’ve been a bad pony Wildfire.” Air Raid said, that stern tone back in her voice. “Pretending to be asleep when I bought you coffee in bed. Bad pony!” She slowly slid the vibrator into Wildfire’s wet sex, earning her a couple of groans. “Opening your eyes when I told you to close them. Bad pony!” She clicked the vibrator to the ‘low’ setting. “What do you have to say for yourself?”



“I’m sorry!” Wildfire squeaked as the vibrations started to flow through her, enough to get her started but not enough to get her off.



“I don’t think you are Wily.” Air Raid grinned as she turned the toy to its ‘medium’ speed, making the bound pegasus buck her hips. Wildfire could feel the pressure begin to build in her lower stomach, tingling waves of pleasure starting to spread across her body.



“I am…I’m sorry!” Wildfire whimpered, her juices flowing around the toy in her pussy as the vibrator started drawing her closer to her climax.



“You will be sweetie. You will be…” Air Raid switched the toy to ‘high’ with a devious smirk. “It’s five fifteen, I’m gonna go get breakfast ready. Shouldn’t be more than…oh let’s say an hour…maybe…”



“Y – you can’t leave meeeeAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Wildfire threw her head back against the headboard and screamed through her orgasm, wetting the bed sheets beneath her with her climax.



Air Raid chuckled as she kissed her marefriend’s panting mouth, nipping her bottom lip. “Try not to enjoy yourself too much while you think how sorry you are.” She planted another kiss on her nose, “Happy birthday Wily.” With that the lime green pegasus jumped off the bed and trotted out the bedroom and made her way down the stairs without a backwards glance.



“Air Raid!” Wildfire squeaked, a second orgasm fast approaching, “Air Raid!” She heard her marefriend’s hooves on the stairs, she knew she wasn’t coming back any time soon. Struggling futilely against her bonds the vibrator teased her second climax from her. Panting heavily she looked over at the clock, which read five twenty five. As sweat began to slick her black mane to her head and a third orgasm started to build within her Wildfire slumped against the headboard, the chains of the hoofcuffs pulling tight on her hooves. On the verge of cumming a third time her brain offered one last thought before it surrendered itself to the pleasure in her crotch. This is gonna be a long fifty minutes girl.



~ ~ ~



Fifty minutes later Wildfire was vaguely aware of the vibrator being turned off and slowly removed from her dripping wet tunnel.



“How many did we have?” Asked an amused voice on the edge of her consciousness.



“Whaaaa?” The semi-coherent thought was the best she could manage after the vibrator’s merciless assault. At this point she wasn’t even sure who was asking or what they wanted to know. She was just pleased the orgasms had stopped.



“I asked, ‘how many did you have?’.” Air Raid placed a gentle kiss on Wildfire’s sweat soaked lips. “Did you enjoy your present sweetheart?”



“E – e –eight…teen.” Wildfire managed to breathe out. “I…came…eighteen times…” Her head rolled back against the board, her breathing coming under control.



“Well,” Air Raid frowned at her, “That won’t do at all will it? You’re nineteen today after all.”



Wildfire barely had time to register what her marefriend had said before she felt a hoof at the entrance of her sopping sex. As wet as she was Air Raid had no trouble inserting her hoof all the way to her elbow in one smooth thrust, tapping Wildfire’s cervix in a matter of seconds. Pulling out to her fetlock she thrust in again, once more bumping the closed entrance to Wily’s womb.



“Ah ah aaaAAAAAHHHH RAAAAIIIID!!!” Wildfire screamed as she climaxed for the nineteenth time, her marefriend thrusting her foreleg in and out of her like a piston, further wetting the already soaked bed and her partner’s leg with more of her cum. “Puh…p…please…no more, I can’t take any more…”



“And that makes number nineteen!” Air Raid smiled as she started to unbuckle the hoofcuffs, releasing Wildfire from her bindings. Once freed the exhausted pegasus flexed her aching muscles, rubbing circulation back to her shaking hooves.



Summoning what strength was left in her forelegs Wildfire pulled Air Raid into a tight hug, showering her muzzle in soft flowery kisses. “Thank you thank you!” She kissed her once more on the lips, “I love you y’know, like, a lot.”



“That’s a coincidence, ‘cause I love you too.” Air Raid gave her a kiss of her own, before breaking away from the tight hug. “Now my sweaty little sex kitten, ready for the next part?”



“Wha…there’s more?”



“It’s only six thirty. There’s the whole rest of the day to go yet baby.” Air Raid scooped Wildfire up in her forelegs, spreading her wings and flying them both to the bathroom. “But first, a certain somepony needs a bath. You stink of sweat and sex.”



“Whose fault is that?” She asked dreamily, her head still a daze of sensations from the hour of orgasms.



Air Raid shouldered open the bathroom door with a smirk. "It's yours of course. Not like I have a spray can of Wily Funk."



With that the lime green pegasus flapped over to the large oval bathtub, and gently laid her marefriend into the waiting hot water, disturbing the floating rose petals as she settled on her front. Looking around the bathroom Wildfire noticed for the first time the nineteen rose scented candles scattered around the room as the blessed hot water soothed her tight muscles.



“Spread your wings Wily.”



Air Raid seated herself behind Wildfire on the outside of the tub, and ran her hooves up her back from the dock of her tail to the shoulder joints, slowly circling her hooves around the bases of her wings to stimulate the uropygial gland at the base of her tail. Lowering her hooves to the base of her tail Air Raid coated her hooves in the oily substance and returned them to her marefriend’s wings, spreading the diester waxes over the feathers. Starting with the primaries she made sure that each was coated in the oil that would help waterproof the feathers and keep them flexible. Symmetrically she moved each hoof to the secondary and tertiary feathers in turn until her task was completed.



Wildfire felt herself relax into the soothing rose scented water almost to the loss of consciousness. Sensual pleasure shot through her sensitive wings with every delicate little nibble and tweak that Air Raid performed, every minute realignment of a feather sent fresh spikes of bliss through the yellow pegasus. A couple of times Air Raid used her teeth to remove the tough sheath from a newly moulted feather, or to gently remove a damaged feather altogether.



“OoooaaAAAhhh…” Wildfire cooed as her marefriend used a hoof to stroke and tease the underside of the feathers while she licked, nipped and sucked the topsides into their proper aerodynamic positions.



Once she was satisfied the preening was completed Air Raid reached for the shampoo, and squeezed a generous amount over Wildfire’s back before using her hooves to rub it into her fur. A few moments later and the smell of the previous hour had left her marefriend’s coat, replaced with the lavender and jasmine shampoo. Dipping herself under the warm water Wildfire washed off the soap while Air Raid fetched a towel to dry her off.



“Ready for breakfast babe?”



A rumble from the vicinity of Wildfire’s belly answered her question for her. “What you got?”



“Well at Chez Air Raid this morning ma’am we have oatmeal, with milk and assorted fruit. And don’t worry, I’ve removed the peaches.”



“I knew there was a reason I love you.” Wildfire grinned as she towelled herself dry.



“That the only reason? ‘cause I can always put them back y’know.” Air Raid held open for her marefriend to leave first.



The short trip down the stairs to the kitchen took a few moments, and revealed the prize. One large bowl of oatmeal, various fruits around it and a pitcher of milk to one side. Flying over to the kitchen table Wildfire wasted no time getting started, much to Air Raid’s amusement.



“Go on, you get stuck in, I’ll make some fresh coffee.” Air Raid had just flicked the kettle with a hoof when a small forest’s worth of mail was pushed through her door. Noticing Wildfire rising from her seating pad Air Raid admonished her to sit and resume her breakfast. “Sit you, I’ll get these.”



Air Raid trotted over to the door and picked up the pile of mail in a wing as Wildfire resumed her eating. “Let’s see, birthday card, birthday card, bill, bill, birthday card, junk, birthday card.” The green mare sorted the days mail into piles on the kitchen table with a rueful smile. “Typical, you get all the good stuff, I get the bills. Good job our friends know you’re staying at my place.”



“Well, they say a relationship’s all about sharing babe, but in this case you can keep your bills.” Wildfire giggled around a spoonful of oatmeal. “Can you open the birthday cards while I finish this?”



“So, giver of sexual pleasure, awesome preening, relaxing baths and breakfasts isn’t enough? I’m your secretary as well now?”



“Oh hush you,” Wildfire attempted her puppy dog look, and batted her eyelids for good measure. “Pleeease hun?”



“Oh…alright.” Air Raid proceeded to rip open the four birthday cards. “You have cards from ‘Dusk and family’, Brightstar and Darkstar – they sent one from them both, Cyclone and buck me even one from Slingshot. I’m impressed.”



Wildfire put her spoon down, suddenly not very hungry. “There nothing from dad?”



“No babes sorry. You did tell him you were staying here, like, you did tell him my address right?”



“No,” Wildfire shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I thought I’d let him guess!”



“Hey,” Air Raid looked genuinely upset, “What did I do to bring out the nasty snarkiness?”



Wildfire dropped her eyes to the kitchen table, her ears slicking back. “Sorry Raid, I just thought, I dunno I hoped…that maybe my dad would remember this year that’s all…” She spoke to the table, a quiet voice barely audible as tears leaked from her eyes and splashed onto the table.



“Hey…” Air Raid trotted behind her marefriend and reared up, wrapping her forehooves around her neck in a tight hug. “It’s alright babes,” She planted a trail of kisses down the back of Wildfire’s neck. “Sorry to say it Wily, but your dad’s a drunken dick.”



“I know…but he’s family, all the family I’ve got since mum died.”



“Now I know that’s not true.” Air Raid switched to the other side of her neck, nipping little patches of fur. “You have me – you’ll always have me, then there’s Dusk and all the others. We’re your family too Wildfire.”



"Yeah, yeah i do don’t I?” Wildfire took one of Air Raid’s hooves in her own and gave it a kiss. “Thanks Raid you’re the best.”



“Any time sweet flanks. So what d’you wanna do today?”



Wildfire cocked her head in thought as Air Raid let her go. “I’m gonna go to the Fire Station, tell Hot Spot I’m ready to return to duty.”



Air Raid boiled the kettle a second time, eyeing Wildfire warily. This time with no interruptions she served up two steaming mugs of black coffee, the one with two sugars she hoofed over to her marefriend. “You sure you’re ready Wily?”



Wildfire took a sip of her black coffee as she considered her answer. “Yuppers, I’ve been off two months. I don’t want Hot Spot thinking I’m never coming back do I?” She giggled as she took another sip, “Besides, if I have to listen to you drool over that silly car once more I swear I’m gonna go insane.”



“Hey! That car is not silly, its an Audi R8, and I swear by the horns of Dusk’s mom and aunt it will be mine!



Wildfire rolled her eyes playfully. “Raid, you already have a car…”



“Yeah,” Air Raid interrupted her, beginning the cyclic conversation once more. “That’s a Quattro TT. It’s okay, but nothing like the one I want. And when I earn enough winnings, I’m gonna get me the R8.”



“Of course you will babes. And while you’re saving your race winnings for a one and a quarter million bit super car I’ll use the bits from my boring steady job to pay our bills shall I?” Wildfire smirked as she drained her coffee.



“See? That’s why I love you Wily, you understand me so well.”



“For a mare of twenty three you can be such a filly, you know that right?”



“And for a mare of nineteen you can be such an old grandmare.” Air Raid blew her marefriend a kiss as she gulped down her own drink.



“Well, one of us has to be the adult in this relationship y’know.” Wildfire laughed at the tongue her partner stuck out at her, almost falling off the pad she was sat on.



“Yeah,” Air Raid giggled around her empty mug, “That’s why we’re friends with Dusk sweetheart. He’s enough of a grown up stick in the mud for the both of us.



Wildfire shot a scowl over the breakfast table at her marefriend. “You leave D alone. He has enough hassle with that spazzball Blitzwing giving him grief every chance he gets.” The yellow pegasus slammed her hoof into the table, punctuating her point as the coffee mugs rattled.



“I’m sorry!” Air Raid held up her hooves in apology. “It was a joke Wily, honest it was. Y’know I love him really, right?”



“You very nearly just joked your way out of sexy times later Missy.” Wildfire admonished with a slowly returning grin. Deep down she knew her marefriend didn’t mean anything nasty by what she’d said.



“Anyway,” Said Air Raid with a sly grin as she picked up the coffee mugs and deposited them in the sink for later, “It’s a good thing you’re going back to work.” She kissed Wildfire’s forehead before continuing, “You’ll need to practice your math as you fly, school starts for you in two months don’t forget.”



Wildfire banged her head on the kitchen table. “Ugh! How can I forget that? I’ll be a happy pony when I leave at the end of this year.” She lifted her head and banged it again. “I hate math. I can’t do it, you know I can’t!” The yellow pegasus wailed in mock despair.



“It’s a good job you have enough beauty to make up for the lack of brains then sexy.” Air Raid sniggered as Wildfire blew her a large raspberry. “Hey babe,” The lime green pegasus said over her shoulder as she picked up her car keys in a forehoof, “You want a lift to the Fire Station? I wanna go do a few laps of the rally cross short circuit, and maybe try shaving a second or two off my hill climb record. Your stop is on the way.”



“Ride with you?” Wildfire laughed out loud. “After last time? You really think I’m getting in a car with you again?”



“What? I thought you enjoyed it…” Air Raid asked, an innocent smile on her lips.



“Oh yuppers I enjoyed it alright.” The sarcasm was dripping from Wildfire’s tone. “I enjoyed getting out the passenger seat and kissing the ground after! I never knew you could slide a car around a hairpin bend at sixty miles per hour. I’m soooo very glad you proved you can!”



Air Raid pouted. “It was three hairpins actually…”



“Right, so thanks for the offer babe, but I believe I’ll fly, if it’s all the same to you.”



“Spoilsport.” Air Raid giggled. “Don’t come home before four this afternoon will you? I’ve got another birthday surprise for you, and you being early will ruin it.”



“It depends…does this ‘surprise’ involve me hoofcuffed to the bed with a vibrator hilted in my pussy for an hour?” She asked with a smirk.



“Wildfire. It’s. A. Sur. Prise. You are familiar with the concept right sexy? As in, I don’t tell you what the surprise entails, otherwise it’s not a surprise?”



“Whatever. I’ll see you back here after four then sweetie.” Wildfire gave her marefriend a kiss on her lips. “Love you Raid.”



“Love you Wily.”



~ ~ ~



Leaving the house Wildfire spread her yellow wings, giving them an experimental flap before taking off, effortlessly rising a couple of hundred feet into the crisp morning air above Canterlot’s Residential District. Hovering in place she looked to her right, enjoying the view of the castle in the distance. Idly she wondered if Prince Dusk was up yet before shaking her head with a wry smile. Among the many qualities of her best friend early rising wasn’t one of them. A perk of being royalty, she supposed, you can get up whenever you like. Then again, Wildfire giggled to herself, Dusk has never been a morning pony. I could go and blitz past his window, show him the early morning he’s missing. Giggling she pushed the thought out of her mind. One, she wasn’t that mean, and two you just don’t prank your best friend. Well, not too often anyway.



Wildfire shifted her attention to a brick red four storey building that made up the Residential District Fire Station two miles away from where she was hovering. She grinned, her Captain’s twelve hour shift didn’t start until nine a.m., but she knew Hot Spot would be there already, seated at his impeccably neat desk working through a stack of paperwork. Thinking of Hot Spot made her think of Heatwave, which in turn made the familiar pang of loss and guilt stab at her heart, especially as she hadn’t visited him in over a week.



Her mind made up Wildfire spun around in mid-air and flapped her wings hard, soaring through the sky at a steady thirty miles per hour towards the Residential District Cemetery. Flying over the main gate the yellow pegasus angled her wings, steering herself in a gentle descent towards her destination at the western side of the Cemetery. As she neared the ground Wildfire saw an aged cream coated earth pony mare sat by Heatwave’s grave, the morning breeze blowing at her powder blue mane. Clear River, Heatwave’s widow. Wildfire recognised her from the funeral. For a moment the young pegasus was tempted to change her mind and carry on flying, not wanting to intrude upon Clear’s private time with her husband.



Hovering in place twenty or so feet above the ground indecision halted her while the young mare made up her mind what to do. Ultimately Wildfire decided to stay, and folding her wings she dropped the last few feet, landing what she hoped was a respectful distance from the gravesite.



“Excuse me ma’am, do you mind if I sit with you?”



The old mare looked up from her silent reverie, a smile of recognition playing across her muzzle. “Of course you may dear…Wildflower isn’t it?”



“Wildfire, ma’am.” She corrected as she closed the few feet between them and sat next to the older mare on the grass beside the grave. “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting anything.”



“Oh yes, that’s right, Wildfire. We met at Heatwave’s funeral.” Clear gave a little giggle, “You must forgive these old grey cells my dear, the memory isn’t what it was.”



“It’s no problem ma’am…”



“Clear River. Call me Clear. ‘Ma’am’ makes me feel older than I am,” Clear laughed, and Wildfire could’ve sworn she saw a definite twinkle in her eyes. “At my age that’s a risk I can’t take.”



“Okay ma’…Clear, I’m sorry, about Heatwave I mean. I – I didn’t know he had a weak heart. If I did I’d…”



“You’d have treated him different?” Clear asked as Wildfire nodded silently. “You knew him Miss Wildfire, do you think that’s what he would’ve wanted?



“Well, no, but…”



“But nothing. My Heatwave died doing the job he loved,” Clear River gave Wildfire a gentle nuzzle, “What’s more he died working with the pony he loved, and from what I understand he helped save a family from burning. He went the way he wanted to go, not wasting away in a hospital bed.”



“He…loved me?”



“Like you were his own flesh and blood my dear. I remember he’d come home from a shift and spend half an hour grumbling about how much of a pain in the flank you were, how you had to do things your way, how you never listened to a word he said.” Clear River laughed as Wildfire’s face fell to the ground. Lifting her head up with a hoof she continued; “Then he’d spend the next hour telling my how much he admired and respected you as a pony and as a firefighter for the exact same reasons.”



Wildfire giggled, a shaky smile on her lips. “Heatwave was the best. I couldn’t have wished for a better partner Clear.”



“Heatwave said the exact same thing about you my dear. Now, was there something you came to tell him today?



Wildfire nodded, “I wanted to tell him I’m going back to work. I was on my way to see Hot Spot when I thought I’d come here first.”



Clear River smiled, “It’s about time. Heatwave wouldn’t want you grieving forever, he’d want you doing what you loved doing. And doing it well is the best way to remember him.”



“Yeah,” Wildfire gave Clear a nuzzle of her own, “You’re right. Thanks Clear. Speaking of remembering him, I’ve got a poem I wrote, if you’d like to hear it before I go see Hot Spot?”



“I would love to dear, Heatwave always spoke very highly of your poems.” With a little effort Clear River got to her hooves, shaking bits of loose grass from her coat. “In fact, he was surprised when your cutie mark was flames and not something like a scroll and quill.” The cream coated earth pony chuckled, “Maybe your mark was confused Wildfire?”



Wildfire grinned, nudging the chuckling old mare with an elbow. “I think it was,” She giggled along with the pony next to her. “I call this one ‘Memories’, and it’s for you partner.”



“Since the day the skies turned grey

It was then I thought of you

As the rain pondered upon my tin-roof

Tears from my eyes shown how much I missed you



It never crossed my mind that I'd feel so blue

That on that very day I'd lose a piece of you inside of me

Who would have thought it'd be you to leave so soon?

Leaving behind the ones you love and memories



I'm sure you've gone to a better place

Garnished with angel wings, halo, harps and other things

You're probably looking down from heaven up above

Sending out smiles with days of sunshine and showers of love



Not a day that goes by I don't think of you

How I wished you were still here to stay

All the fun and times we spent together

Your laughter and your smile you've always gave



These are moments I cherish and hold so dear

Moments spent and everlasting memories

Even though it's hard to accept the fact that you're gone

The distance between you and me are only...

Only temporarily!



Wildfire finished her recital to find Clear River sat on her haunches beside her, smiling as she wept into a hoof kerchief. “I’m sorry Clear, I – I didn’t mean to upset you.”



“Oh you haven’t, silly filly,” Clear said between her sobs, wiping away her tears. “That was just perfect, thank you dear.”



“My pleasure Clear.” Wildfire spread her wings, giving them a little test flap, as was her habit. At the last moment she changed her mind, sitting back down next to the earth pony.



“Is something wrong dear?”



“No, I was just thinking.” Wildfire gestured with a hoof to a spot roughly three hundred yards to their left. “My mum’s buried just over there.”



“Silverbolt?” Clear asked as Wildfire nodded. “I recall Heatwave mentioned her once or twice. Struck by lightning wasn’t she dear?”



“Yuppers, seven years ago now, Canterlot Cloud Factory let an errant cloud slip through quality control. Zapped her while she was busy creating a thunderstorm. Dead before she hit the ground.” Wildfire recited it almost mechanically.



“Not my preferred way to go if I’m honest,” Clear put a foreleg around Wildfire’s shoulder, pulling her into a surprisingly strong hug for such an old pony, “Your mum died like Heatwave, doing the thing they loved to do. Be happy they both went that way Wildfire.”



“Yeah…yeah you’re right.” Wildfire smiled into the hug.



“Were you very old, when your mum left?” Clear asked gently.



“Twelve. Not long after my birthday. I was watching mum work.” A little tear leaked its way down Wildfire’s cheek.



“You saw it happen?” Clear River nuzzled her tenderly. “That must have been awful dear.”



“Yeah…” Wildfire closed her eyes, more tears rolling down her face as she conjured up the image of her mother falling. “Nothing as unnatural as a pegasus falling out of control. All that grace just a falling lump of fur and feathers.



“Do you visit her often?”



“Every Tuesday and Friday,” Wildfire wiped away her tears with a wingtip, “I stop by and say hi, see how she’s doing.”



“You’re a good girl. I can see why Heatwave adored you so much.” Clear gave her another warm smile. “I’ll go and say hello to your mum in a moment, if you don’t mind dear.”



“Course not Clear, mum’ll love the company.” Wildfire spread her wings once more, “Sorry to take off and leave, but I’ve got Hot Spot to see.”



“Of course dear, you go. Perhaps I shall see you next Friday morning, if you have the time?”



“Yuppers, I’d like that. Take care Clear River.” With her mind a lot clearer than it was a few moments earlier Wildfire pushed off from the ground, a few flaps of her wings carrying her easily through fifty feet of empty sky. Continuing with her ascent Wildfire turned to face the Fire Station and sped off for her meeting with her Captain. While the two months off had been welcome, after listening to Air Raid talk almost non-stop about that car she wanted Wildfire was more than looking forward to getting back to work. At least until school starts again, she thought with a grin.



~ ~ ~



“Ow, ow, ow!…OOOOUUUCH!” Wildfire screamed in pain as the leather crop made contact twice with her left cutie mark and twice more on her right, the stinging pain lancing through her already sore and tender flanks.



Dancing on the tips of her hind hooves the yellow pegasus struggled against her bonds to no avail. She knew full well the ropes wouldn’t give, but she struggled anyway. Bent over the hardwood desk she had nowhere to go to escape the relentless swing of the damned crop.



The spreader bar kept her hind legs apart a full twelve inches past shoulder width, the attached hoofcuffs held her hind hooves on eight inch chains the legs of the desk. Extended in front of her on the desktop her forelegs were secured together by another pair of hoofcuffs joined by a D ring, which in turn had a chain looped through it extending down the side and under the desk to another D ring in the centre of the spreader bar. A knotted rope tied at the dock of her black tail was pulled taut by the clamps at the tips of her ears. The choice was easy, lower her tail and painfully pull her head back or ease the cramp in her neck by lowering her head and pulling her tail further up her back.



“The answer Miss Wildfire. Do you have it?” The unicorn stalked around the desk, watching the struggles of the bound pegasus as a predator observes its prey. Held in a glowing magical aura the crop gently stroked Wildfire’s cutie marks as its owner ceased her pacing behind the bound pony. “I’m waiting Miss Wildfire.”



“I – I don’t know!” What she did know was this was humiliating. Very humiliating. If the moisture and growing heat in her nethers was any judge, also a huge turn on. She had only been given twelve strokes of the crop, already she could feel the steady plick, plick, plick of her juices dripping from her exposed pussy.



“Pathetic Miss Wildfire. Absolutely pathetic.” The crop swished through the air, striking twice at each thigh, once on her labia and once on the pegasus’s exposed tailhole.



“Profess…AAAAGGGHHH!” Wildfire screamed as the crop smacked the ring of her anus, tears streaming down her face. The plick plick from her marehood had increased to roughly two per second, the sound and smell only adding to the reddening blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.



“We’ll try this again Miss Wildfire.” Her teacher’s cold voice echoed through the empty classroom. “Seven multiplied by eight. You have five seconds.”



Wildfire barely had time to register the question before the sadistic unicorn started her countdown.



"Four..."



Sweat poured down her face as she tried to work out the answer, try as she might, she just didn’t know.



“Three…”



Once more she struggled pointlessly at her bonds, the plick, plick, plick of her leaking marehood audible over the rattle of the chains.



“Two…”



The crop stroked her reddened flanks, massaging the areas already hit by the merciless teacher.



“One. Time’s up Miss Wildfire. Your answer?”



“I – I…I don’t know!” Wildfire buried her head into the desk, shame and humiliation burning her cheeks as red as her flanks. “I’m sorry…” She whimpered pathetically.



“You will be. Oh you will be Miss Wildfire.” Wildfire heard the crop drop to the floor behind her. Turning her head as much as she was able her brown eyes went wide as saucers as she saw a cane floating in the unicorn’s magical grasp towards her. “Fifty six. The answer is fifty six. What is it?”



“F – f – fifty s – six…” Wildfire trembled against the desk as the cane came to rest against her tender plot, the plick, plick of her juices now a uninterrupted stream creating a puddle between her hind legs. The swish of the cane was the only warning she got. A split second later the burning pain blossomed across her thighs as it hit below her pussy. She released an ear-splitting scream as the cane struck three more times, once on each cutie mark and finally at the perineum between her vagina and anus.



The unicorn stood in front of the bound pegasus. “Sixty divided by five. You have five seconds Miss Wildfire.”



Between her sobbing tears and intense pain Wildfire didn’t realise the five second count had gotten to ‘two’ already. She didn’t even know what the question was, let alone how to answer it.



“One…” The cane came to rest at the soles of her outstretched forehooves, bending with just enough flex to rub the sensitive frogs. Enough pressure to let Wildfire know what was going to happen next. “Your answer Miss Wildfire?”



No…no…p – please Professor…not there…please…” Wildfire begged as she tried to shift her hind hooves out of the growing puddle of herself spreading on the floor. She knew it never did any good to beg. Her teacher never listened. Only a correct answer stopped the punishment Wildfire knew she deserved.



“The answer is twelve Miss Wildfire.” The cane stroked up and down the soles of the pegasus’s hooves, from the bulbs to the toes, “Twelve strokes should help you remember hmm?”



“T – twelve?” Wildfire shook her head in sheer panic. “No, no please!”



“You will count them Miss Wildfire. Miss a stroke and we start from one. Understand?”



“Please…Professor…” The pegasus lowered her head, pulling painfully on her tail, “I understand Professor.”



“Then we begin.”



Wildfire braced herself as much as she could against the unbearable amount of pain she knew she’d be receiving in a matter of seconds. She knew even if she counted to twelve in one go she wouldn’t be walking anywhere anytime soon. Only she would, because she was released from the desk the unicorn would fasten a spreader bar to her wings, holding them open and making flight impossible. She would feel these twelve strokes for days to come. The humiliation would be exquisite.



The cane floated back away from her exposed hooves, hovering in front of her.



The cane started to move.



Wildfire felt the air move ahead of the cane.



Wildfire shut her eyes.



~ ~ ~



“Wily!” A voice that sounded nothing like the unicorn Professor called her name.



“Wily! There was that voice again, more insistent this time.



“Wildfire!”



Wildfire opened her eyes, then closed them again as the early afternoon sun caught her square in the face, causing her to squint against its intense light. Yawning herself awake she looked around for the source of the voice. She didn’t have to look very far. Sat a few feet away from her on the Stratos cloud was her best friend Dusk Melody.



“You!…You. Annoying. Pegasus!” Wildfire accentuated each word with a stomp of both forehooves into the cloud they were sat on, almost dissipating it completely. “Couldn’t you have waited, like, two more minutes? Would it have killed you?”



“Happy birthday Wily,” Dusk chuckled, ignoring his friend’s outburst. “The teacher dream again was it?” He asked with a smirk.



“How’d you know anyway?” Wildfire huffed, crossing her fore legs across her chest and doing her best to scowl at the infuriating Prince sat in front of her.



“Mom told me. You know dreams are kinda her thing right?” Dusk giggled as he brushed an imaginary mote of dust off his shoulder. “So, how far did you get?”



“That’s cheating! Could you please tell Luna to leave my dreams alone?” Wildfire grumbled, much to her friend’s amusement. “If you must know D, I was about to get my hooves caned.” The yellow pegasus narrowed her eyes at Dusk, “Why?”



“Oh nothing…” Dusk tried and failed to look innocent, a faint blush standing out against his dark blue fur.



“What? Tell me!”



“Mom and I kinda had a bet, how far you’d get in the dream before I managed to wake you up. Mom said you wouldn’t get to the hoof caning, I said you would. Looks like she won…hey!” Dusk ducked with a loud laugh as a piece of cloud came flying his way.



“You utter shit!” Wildfire scooped up more bits of cloud and flung them at her giggling friend, who was too slow to move out the way this time and they dissipated harmlessly as they impacted his coat.



“Are you finished?” Dusk with some difficulty brought his giggles under control, his shoulders still shaking in silent mirth.



“Hmph! You’re lucky I don’t throw the bit I was leaking on at you.” Wildfire cracked a smile in spite o herself.



“Eww! No thanks, if I start smelling of marecum then ponies’ll get the wrong idea about me.” Dusk sniggered.



“Yuppers, more fun to leave it here anyway.”



“Again, Wily, eww!” Dusk wrinkled his nose in disgust. “I’d hate to be the pony that gets rained on by this…” He gestured with a hoof to where Wildfire was sat with a smug satisfied grin.



“So, what d’you want, besides waking me up from an awesome nap?”



“Well grumpy, to wish you happy birthday, and to take you to that café down there for ice creams and coffee.”



“Go on then,” Wildfire chuckled, “I could go for something chocolate flavoured after that nap.”



The glide from the cloud to the ground only took the two pegasi a matter of moments, the two of them landing near the outdoor tables of the café. Hopping onto the seating pads they made themselves comfortable while they waited for the waitress.



“Had a good birthday Wily?”



“Yuppers, it’s been really good so far. Air Raid woke me up with coffee, then she tied me to the bed and made me orgasm for an hour while she got a bath and breakfast ready for me.” Wildfire laughed out loud as Dusk’s wings shot out either side of his body. “And you tell ponies you like stallions…”



“I do, but that’s still hot.”



“Afternoon Highness, what can I get you today?” The familiar earth pony waitress appeared to take their order, a wide smile on her face.



Dusk gave her a forced smile in return, “Hi Sugar Rush, two ice creams please. Banana and caramel for me, coffee, chocolate and chocolate sprinkles for the choccy junkie.”



“At once Highness, anything to drink?”



“Earl grey and a black coffee, two sugars please.” Dusk said, a slight irritation in his voice. “And Sugar, please don’t call me ‘Highness’.”



Sugar Rush grinned as she took the order, “You got it your Majesty…” The waitress pony sauntered off with a giggle as Dusk facehooved.



Wildfire snickered as Sugar Rush left them to fill the orders. “You always gallop into that hooves first D, every time.”



“I know, I know…still I wish ponies would just call me Dusk.” He nodded to Wildfire sat across the table from him, “You manage it alright.”



“Yeah…but I’m your best friend, plus I’ve held your mane out the way when you’ve been throwing up from too much of your mom’s moonshine.” The two pegasi erupted in giggles at the memory, “No way I’m using titles after I seen that D.”



"Good point Wily, and as I recall I’ve held your mane more than once too.”



“Touche.” Wildfire held out her hoof, which Dusk bumped with his own.



Dusk noted for the first time the pager strapped to the wrist of her right foreleg. “You went to see Hot Spot then?”



“Yuppers, I went to see him just before you found me on the cloud.”



“How’d it go?”



“Not bad actually.” Wildfire flashed him a smile. “He asked me if I thought I was ready to go back to reserve duty. I said I was, said I’d had enough sat on my plot at my marefriend’s house. Hot Spot took about two seconds to think it over before giving me this back.” She waved the foreleg with the pager.



“Here you are, your order your Majesty.” Sugar Rush said with a wink and a cheery smile as she placed the tray she’d been carrying on her back on the table. “Enjoy guys.”



Dusk took a spoonful of his ice cream as he watched the dark brown waitress trot over to another table, flicking aside her mint green mane as she served another customer. “Got anything planned for tomorrow night?”



“Not s’far as I know, why D?” Wildfire just managed to make herself understood around the mouthful of ice cream she was trying to swallow.



“We’re all going to the funfair tomorrow night.” Dusk took another spoonful of ice cream, taking the time to savour it before swallowing, “Darkstar’s idea, she thought you’d like it better than a regular party.”



Wildfire took a sip of her coffee, the heated drink overpowering the cold of the ice cream. “All of us are going?”



“Yep, all of us. Even Cyclone…”



Wildfire spat her coffee on the floor at that. “How’d you swing that one? Cy hates funfairs and you know it.” She eyed Dusk suspiciously, “Why aren’t we going tonight?”



“Because Air Raid wants you to herself tonight that’s why, something about a ‘surprise’ she has planned for you.” Dusk took a drink of his tea, “Before you ask, no I don’t know what it is, only that Darkstar’s helping her set it up.”



“Air Raid’s got Darkie in on it?” Wildfire whistled in awe. Her birthday surprise could literally be anything if the white unicorn was involved.



Dusk sniggered over his tea, “I don’t know if you should be excited or terrified.”



“Hey, Darkie isn’t that bad D, she’s just…eccentric is all.”



Now it was Dusk’s turn to spit his tea on the café’s patio floor. “Eccentric? You don’t say? Remember what she did last year?”



Wildfire laughed out loud. “Yeah, went for a party at your place, got wasted on moonshine and the next thing we remember is waking up in Las Pegasus, no idea how we got there and no money to get back.”



“Exactly Wily. Just…be careful if Darkstar offers you a drink, that’s all I’m saying.”



“I will, thanks D.” Wildfire finished off the last of her ice cream with a smile and a lick of her lips. “I’m gonna get off home D, it’s a quarter to four and I’m expected.”



“Have fun.” Dusk remained on his seating pad as Wildfire blew him a kiss before she took off, partly to finish his tea, and partly because somepony had to pay the bill. Again.



~ ~ ~



"Raid! I’m back!” Wildfire called out as she hoofed open the front door to their house.



No response. The house was totally quiet.



“Raid! Wildfire trotted from the living room to the kitchen. The house was just as she’d left it earlier that day. “Air Raid!”



No reply whatsoever.



“Air Raid!” Wildfire tried and failed to fight the rising sense of unease and panic in her gut. Something was off, and she couldn’t put a hoof on what it was. Having checked the entire downstairs and found nothing the yellow pegasus started to climb the stairs.



“Mmmm! Mmmph!”



Wildfire froze as the faint noise reached her ears. Something’s up there…something’s in our room… Wildfire tentatively put a hoof in front of the other and climbed the stairs. Whatever it was, it sounded strangely familiar.



“Mmph!”



Resting her ear at the closed bedroom door she heard it again. Cautiously Wildfire hoofed open the bedroom door and immediately had to stifle a giggle at the sight that greeted her.



*Poomf!* She was vaguely aware her wings had shot out, almost painfully erect.



There before her on the bed, gagged and blindfolded were Air Raid and Cyclone. Both were facing away from the door, their forelegs pulled between their hindlegs, hooves tied to each other with bright red ribbons which had the effect of raising their asses in the air. Both had their tails tied flat to their backs, fully exposing themselves to whomever opened the bedroom door. Both, she noticed with a lustful smile, had vibrators buried deep in their marehoods, a faint buzzing telling her they were turned on. As Wildfire carefully approached the bed she checked the setting, which was ‘low’ on both toys.



Just as she was about to make her presence known to the bound mares, a note between them caught her eye. Taking it in her hoof she gave it a quick read.



‘Happy birthday Wily, have fun unwrapping your presents.

Love, Darkstar

P.S. if you’re reading this at four p.m. they’ve been ready for forty five minutes. Enjoy!’



Sniggering loudly so as to alert them she was there Wildfire pulled the gag out of Cyclone’s mouth, the black pegasus instinctively flexed her jaw.



“Oh Celestia thank you! Darkie just left us like this for you!”



“MmmM…Mmmph!” Air Raid mumbled in agreement behind her gag, turning her head where she thought her marefriend was standing.



Wildfire stroked a hoof over Cyclone’s flank, causing her turquoise tail to twitch in its binding. “So you’re my surprise huh?” Smirking she ran a hoof slowly over Air Raid’s butt, playing with the base of her tail. “Who should I unwrap first?”



Cyclone shivered as the vibrator tormented her; “D – darkstar said whoever you unwrapped first had to help you pleasure the other, and wasn’t allowed to cum until you two had, at least twice.”



“Hmm…interesting rules. Soooo,” Wildfire asked in a singsong voice, “Who wants to cum first?”



“Hmm…HMMM…Mmmmph!” Air Raid was practically bouncing on the bed, furiously shaking her head, hoping her marefriend got the message and didn’t untie her first.



“Oh…unwrap me sweet flanks, that toy on ‘low’ has been driving Raid crazy for the last twenty minutes.”



Obligingly Wildfire started to remove the blindfold from Cyclone’s green eyes. Just as she laid a kiss on the black mare’s forehead her pager beeped. She was tempted to ignore it when it beeped again.



“Uh oh…” Wildfire’s heart sank when she checked the message. A fire. Great. Just what she needed on her first day back. With her marefriend and close friend trussed up like Hearth’s Warming turkeys.



“Mmm!”



“Wily, what is it?” Clyclone asked on Air Raid’s behalf, seeing as she still couldn’t.



“I’ve been called in. Three storey nightclub five blocks from here on fire, sounds pretty bad.”



“Mmm…Mmph!” Wildfire finally thought to remove the gag from Air Raid’s mouth. “Wily, thank Luna for that…look if you have to go you have to go of course you do…please, promise me you’ll be careful.”



Wildfire gave her blindfolded marefriend a gentle loving kiss on her lips. “I’ll be as careful as I can babe, I promise.” She kissed her again, “Thanks for my surprise, it was an awesome idea.”



“Just come back home in one piece.”



Wildfire was halfway to the bedroom door when Cyclone stopped her. “Um…Wildfire? Any chance you could untie us sweet flanks? This is getting really uncomfortable.”



Wildfire stopped with a grin and flew back over to the side of the bed the mares were facing. “I suppose I could untie you, or I could leave you here for when I get back.” She snickered at their struggles, then popped Air Raid’s gag back in place with a giggle. “I’ll untie you I think Cy.”



“Mmmmph!!”



Wildfire quickly worked to untie the black mare, sniggering at her marefriend’s renewed struggles. “Cy, can you keep Raid entertained for me while I’m gone?”



Cyclone crawled off the bed, stretching and flexing her limbs as life returned to them. “I’ll make sure your marefriend doesn’t get bored sweet flanks,” She said as she trotted over to the yellow pegasus and gave her neck a nuzzle. “I second what Raid said though hun, you come back safe okay?”



“I really have to go…” Wildfire turned and hurried towards the door, as she got there she heard Air Raid squeal as Cyclone turned up her vibrator.

[lyraalluse]

Jan 5, 2016 16:13:05 GMT -8 @revolversdusk said:

Wildfire - Lighting the Flame

© John Duncan Pearl

Part 1 - Wildfire's taking her math exam. Everypony knows exams are boring and hard.

luckily for the reserve Firefighter a blaze breaks out in downtown Canterlot and she's called to attend. Unluckily Wildfire will realise the high price of trying to save everypony.

She'll also realise the power of her friends, and one mare in particular.

Great story! I can't wait to read more.