2.1 - Make A Wish

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 hoofkerchief. “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.