Harmony University: Blind Streak

The day that Wildfire had been looking forward to and dreading in equal measure was finally at hand. The day she was heading off to Harmony University. The day she was leaving Manehatten behind.

To say she was quietly crapping herself was the world’s greatest understatement.

Fortunately, Air Raid was there to brighten the otherwise bleak September Thursday morning and lighten the heavy mood, just a little bit. She knew her best friend was leaving to embrace her future, but she too had some news of her own to share. As their lunch was settling in their bellies, she said, “Hey, I made it past the internship and I'm part of Windcharger's racing team now!”

“Yay for you!” Wildfire lifted up her bottle of cola, chilled from the fridge, in a salute to her best friend, “That's awesomes Raid!”

“Yeah,” Air Raid clinked their bottles together, “But you're going on to do even better things. Nothing you can see will stand in your way.”

“Good thing I can't see then,” Wildfire joined Air Raid in her little burst of giggles before she took a hefty swig of her soft drink, “Just remember to touch the brake pedal every once in a while, huh?”

Air Raid shot her friend a grin that made it into her voice, “Only when I’m going into the victory lane, Wily.”

Just then, Fireflight poked her head through the open living room door. It was time. “Okay, girls, it’s time to head for the station.”

Practically on cue, Heatwave opened the front door and walked in, “Had to twist several arms and call in a few favours from Chief Rung, but I got the rest of the day off. Are we ready?”

“Yuppers, dad!” Wildfire sprang from the couch up to her feet, where she tugged her hoodie down over the tops of her jeans. “All packed, we got everything I need for the trip ready already!”

Air Raid, who was making the most of the early autumn sun in a tee shirt and long shorts, stood up and grabbed her best friend’s backpack. “Need some help?” she offered, “I think I can carry a kitchen sink.”

Laughing, Wildfire quickly agreed, though she wouldn’t have allowed Air Raid to not be at the station to see her off. “I think mom packed one somewhere along the line,” she hefted her backpack full of her writing things onto her shoulder, “There’s two massive suitcases that are bigger than me, my backpack and a travel suitcase, dad.”

Air Raid burst out laughing, because almost everything was bigger than Wildfire. “Say, Ms Flight, can I call dibs on the bed since she won't be needing it?” she asked, hoping beyond hope that they’d say yes and she would be closer to her crush.

“Hey!” Wildfire pouted and stamped her foot, “Let me at least get out the house before you steal my bed!” her pout was ruined slightly by the wide smile that spread across her face.

“Air Raid is always welcome to come over for some entertainment,” Heatwave shared a wink and a chuckle with his wife and slave, while Air Raid couldn’t believe what she had just heard and was about to pass out from sheer happiness.

“Oh great,” huffed Wildfire as she made her way to the door, “So instead of just gross parent sex, I'm now imagining gross parent / best friend sex. Thanks guys!”

All three laughed as they loaded up the trunk of the family station wagon with Wildfire’s luggage. Heatwave took the two largest cases that were almost bigger than his daughter while Fireflight bought the smaller suitcase. Air Raid was left with a new fantasy to add to her collection for her alone time. “Hey, I can send you the audio files if you want?” she teased.

“You would too, wouldn't you?” retorted Wildfire as she got into the back of the loaded station wagon with Air Raid by her side and once they were both seated, she held her hand. “I'm going to carry on writing that story we started, the wasteland one.”

That relieved Air Raid a great deal. “It’d be nice to see that finished, Wily. We’ll have to schedule some online RP time around your classes and my work, but you can still send me bits for editing.”

“We started it,” said Wildfire, determined, “It should get finished. Who knows, this time next year, it might be a best seller and we’ll be rich!”

Smirking, Air Raid reached over and she bumped fists with her best friend, “Royalties here we come!”

Wildfire’s face dropped to become deadly serious, “Only on the condition that I get no audio files of you three getting up to whatever you’re gonna get up to.”

All three laughed again and, once Heatwave and Fireflight were seated in the driver’s and passenger seat respectively, he drove off. By his side, Fireflight was fidgeting on the seat thanks to the expertly applied ropes she wore under her dress.

The journey to the train station was mostly silent, seeing as Air Raid was sat lost in her newest fantasy of joining Heatwave in dominating Fireflight. Before long though, the car pulled into the Penn Station parking garage. “Excellent time,” announced Heatwave, “You have forty five minutes till departure time.”

As Wildfire and Air Raid got out the back, Heatwave and Fireflight got busy unloading the two large suitcases and the smaller travel suitcase. Air Raid helped carry her friend’s backpack and in her other hand she held Wildfire’s tight. “Wowsers,” Wildfire said nervously, “This is it; this is really it…”

Gently, Air Raid pressed her forehead to Wildfire’s, “You got this, Wily.”

Wildfire smiled and then she laughed, “Promise me you won't ever let me say 'wowsers' again. That was so uncool,” she giggled, a note of unsurety in her voice, “Do I, Raid? Do I got this? I'm about to go one thousand two hundred miles on my own to a strange city, strange school, strange everything! I've only ever been as far as Baltimare before!”

“You do got this, Wily.” Air Raid said determinedly, “You have your fancy stick, you have a GPS phone, and you have me and your folks just a phone call away. Maybe you'll find a friend on the train, and you'll meet more in Canterlot…” she trailed off and started to cry openly, not caring for once who might see her, “Try not to forget me, please?”

“Like I'd ever forget my best friend,” Wildfire smiled, though she quickly started to cry as well, both girls sobbing into each other’s shoulders, “Don't forget me when you're a big famous racer-lady. I want a 'this is for my bestest friend' speech when you get your first win.”

“Besties till the end of time, Wily.”

“Wily,” Heatwave called out over the background noise of people on the station getting on and off trains, trains departing, and the garbled tannoy system announcements, “Are you sure there’s nothing in the big cases you'll need for the trip? Once I check them in, you won't feel them until you get there.”

“Um...” Wildfire thought for a moment, then it came to her, “Can you squeeze my Dictaphone into my backpack please dad?” she smiled a broad smile, because it was time for her surprise. “Mom, have you got that thing I gave you to bring?”

While Heatwave pulled out the dictation machine from the packed case and transferred it to his daughter’s backpack, Fireflight placed a small package into Wildfire’s waiting hands. “Here it is, dear.”

“Trying to upstage me, Wily?” asked Air Raid wryly, looking down at the small case.

“Just making sure you don't forget me,” Wildfire opened up the little case, and she revealed inside were two rings. One was yellow, one was green, each had linked handcuffs at the top.

Smiling, Air Raid took the yellow ring from the box and she noted the ‘best friends forever’ inscription on the inside before she put it on her finger and she hugged the diminutive girl tight. When she showed it off to Heatwave and Fireflight, the submissive woman beamed, “Matches the necklace.”

After Wildfire had put on the green ring, Air Raid said, “I got you something too,” she reached into her own pack and pulled out an unwrapped shoe box, which she placed in Wildfire’s hands.

By the shape and the weight, Wildfire had an idea what it was. Not only was it a shoe box, but it was also a brand new shoe box. She explored the box with her hands and her smile widened. “Thanks Raid! New shoes!”

As Wildfire’s smile grew, so too did Air Raid’s. “Open it,” she urged her. She was pleased to see she did just that. When she opened the box, Wildfire could tell the shoes were not new by the smell – a few people walking past a couple of metres away could tell they weren’t new either – and the touch showed they were a pair of used track shoes. “I finally replaced mine after two years.”

Eagerly, Wildfire lifted the open box up to her nose and she took a deep, deep sniff. Instantly, she had to squeeze her legs together in her jeans because the smell alone was arousing her. “Oh fuck they stink!” It wasn’t a complaint. “They're really two years old?”

Lightly, Air Raid punched Wildfire in the shoulder, “Not all of us can afford new shoes every year. Every time I ran with you for the last two years I was wearing those.”

Wildfire’s smile was impossibly wide, “Raid...I will treasure these forever. I’ll sniff these and think of my bestest friend, whenever I'm lonely, I'll hold them close. Thank you!”

To hide her latest round of tears, Air Raid hugged Wildfire close. “In case you wash the socks by accident, you have the track shoes.”

Somewhat sympathetically, Heatwave came over and placed a hand on the girl’s shoulders, “I love the love fest, girls, but it’s time for you to board, honey.”

“Permission to kiss?” when Air Raid gave it, Wildfire gave her best friend a bone crushing hug and a kiss that went straight to her cheek. After that, she went and hugged her mother and father until they couldn’t breathe. “Be good naughty mom. Dad, I love you all.”

Air Raid, after returning the kiss to Wildfire’s cheek, went and stood with Heatwave and Fireflight. Her knees almost gave way when the former placed his strong hand on her shoulder and the latter held her hand tight. “This is conductor Pullman,” Heatwave introduced the tall lanky official, “He'll make sure you get to your seat.”

Conductor Pullman, who was doing a good impression of a lamp post with a moustache attached, smiled down at the teenager, “Hi there, welcome aboard the express, miss.”

“Thank you, sir,” Wildfire hefted her backpack onto her shoulder, the travel suitcase in her left hand and she had the shoe box under her other arm, “I'll try not to be a nuisance for you.”

Pullman waited until Wildfire, Air Raid, Heatwave and Fireflight had gotten in a last round of hugs before leading the small girl onto the steam train’s brightly coloured carriage. “This is your seat, and your row actually,” he indicated the two unoccupied seats, “Since there’s no one else in this row. The window will be on the north side, so there’s not a lot of sun. You can keep the case with you or put it above the seat.”

“I'll keep it with me, thank you sir,” Wildfire sat all the way over by the window and placed her suitcase and backpack on the empty seat by her side.

The conductor, who had been waiting for her to get seated, continued, “On the armrest near the window and on the one on your left are some controls. One closest to the back is a call button and one of the staff will come. In front of that is the light button, and then the volume control button. Closest to the front is the channel changer. There is a screen in front of you and has a USB charger port and a headphone jack. There are movie and music channels. I'll let you play with that, but I can put you on a channel now or you can call for staff later.”

“Thank you sir,” Wildfire, who heard other passengers getting on the train, struggled to concentrate purely on the conductor and his instructions. She ran her fingers over the controls he had mentioned. “I'll have a play with it later if that's alright. Can I ask, where are the toilets? Best to know now while I don't need to go.”

“You are at the back of the car,” Pullman explained, making sure to be clear, “Behind you are two toilets, and they are unisex. Be sure to push the lock when you use them. Same for every car in the coach section if you can't wait. There are three coach cars in front of you and one behind you. Going to the back is next a club car for snacks and place to play cards and such. It also has a bar. After that is the dining car. Dinner is not included with your ticket. If you'd like to have a seating, just press the call button. Breakfast is from six to nine, lunch from eleven to two, and dinner from five to seven. Beyond that is the sleeper cars.”

“I’ve got it, thank you sir,” Wildfire blushed ever so slightly, because she knew her ticket didn’t cover sleeping in the sleeper cars. Where she was sat was her for the next two days. She had though been given a load of bits for food on her journey. “I might call later to get a dinner sitting. Thank you again, you've been really helpful.”

“You're very welcome, miss” Pullman gave her an unnecessary bow, “Enjoy your trip to Canterlot.”

“I will, thank you,” little did Wildfire know that the conductor had gone, leaving her sat alone on her seat. She sat back and she fetched a bottle of juice from her backpack as the steam train began to move. Her nerves were a little frayed, the realisation that she was on her way hitting her full in the face. She reached for Air Raid’s old shoes to calm her down.

Further up the train in the second car, a tall six foot six girl by the name of Serenity was chatting with a number of her friends from her school that were attending Baltimare College for the first time. She had already stowed her stuff in her cabin in the sleeper car section and, following the catch up, the teal skinned teenager was walking back to read and be settled in before the train started moving.

She was humming absent mindedly to herself as she made her way through the many carriages back to her cabin when she happened upon a sight she wasn’t expecting to see. In fact, Serenity had to look twice and then stare to make sure she was actually seeing it.

There, before her, was a comically small yellow skinned girl with straight black hair. That wasn’t what drew her attention. The girl was obviously blind, if her milky white eyes were any indication. That hadn’t been what caught her eye either. No, that went to the rotten old sneaker she had her nose in and the hand that was groping her tiny little breast.

Amused by the spectacle, Serenity stopped and enjoyed the show the girl was putting on for her. However, when she saw the girl’s hand caressed her crotch through her jeans, Serenity knew she had to intervene. “That must be some shoe,” she smiled.

“Eeeek!” Wildfire jumped and startled, because she hadn’t just been sniffing the shoe, she had her face in the hole at the top and she was practically kissing it, “U-Um...I-I wasn't doing anything!”

Again, Serenity noticed the small girl’s eyes, then she took note of the case and backpack on the seat. “Sure you weren’t,” she giggled, “How far are you traveling?”

“To Canterlot, miss,” Wildfire tried to cover what she had been doing by hurriedly putting the smelly shoe back in the box and closing it shut. “I'm going to Harmony U.”

“Wow, what a coincidence, so am I!” Serenity commented, “Is the seat next to you taken?”

“No miss, you can sit if you like,” Wildfire sat up a little straighter and she was sure, listening to the strange girl’s voice that there was a distinct musical lilt to her Manehatten accent, “Are you a singer?”

All at once, Serenity was rather impressed with this girl. She suspected that even blind as she was, there wasn’t much that got past her. “I hope to be. I'll be back in a few minutes, don’t go anywhere,” she had an idea, and she continued to walk past to the next car.

“Alrighty…” then, Wildfire blushed as she realised she was on her on her own once more. At least she wasn’t blushing at being caught feeling herself up while indulging her fetish in a public place…and just like that, her blush deepened.

It didn’t take Serenity long to find what she was looking for. Not her cabin, but a conductor. “Excuse me, that girl in Seat 1A says she's going to Canterlot, is that true?”

The conductor, who happened to be Pullman, took a moment to admire the teal vision stood before him in her Manehatten Prep Academy uniform, “Yes, miss, why do you ask?”

“I'm in the first Sleeper Room E and I'd like to upgrade her ticket to join me,” Serenity caught where the lanky conductor was looking – namely all of her – and she decided a little twirl wouldn’t hurt her cause.

“If she agrees,” said Pullman, who was not immune to the attractive girl’s charms, “It would be five hundred bits.”

Serenity waved that off like it was nothing at all. To her, five hundred bits was small change. “Okay, if she does agree, she doesn't need to know I paid for it, okay?”

Pullman nodded swiftly, “I can do that, miss.”

Smiling like the cat who had all the cream, Serenity walked back with the conductor through the train and when she saw the girl had moved her case above her, she took a seat next to her new friend. “So, where's the shoe gone?”

“Hello again!” Wildfire smiled way too widely for it to be natural, “I put it away in its box. Being caught once indulging my fetish is bad enough, thank you, miss.”

In glee, Serenity clapped her hands, “Fetish!” she exclaimed, “Seems like a mild one to me. Was it one of your shoes?”

Shaking her head, Wildfire explained, “My best friend gave me her old pair as a parting gift. She was my pace runner when I ran track at high school.”

Unapologetically, Serenity had the look of disbelief on her face and a note of incredulity in her voice. “You run track?” she asked sceptically. Not that she was calling her a liar, but she was blind!

“That I do, miss,” the diminutive girl didn’t mind the tone of the other’s voice, she got it all the time. “Wildfire, that's me. Equestrian record holder and Manehatten record holder. Here,” she plucked her phone out of her backpack so she could show her some pictures as proof of what she claimed.

As she looked at picture after picture of Wildfire on podium after podium being presented with all manner of awards, medals and trophies, Serenity had to concede she was telling the truth. “Is that cute green girl with you your girlfriend?”

“I wish,” Wildfire said with a hint of regret, “She’s my best friend. The bestest ever.”

It happened that Wildfire wasn’t the only one with sharp ears. Serenity perked up when she heard that. “You wish?”

“She's straight,” Wildfire sighed, “And I'm not.”

Serenity didn’t even try to hide the eagerness in her musical voice, “Did you want to dominate her?” she was practically bouncing in her seat in anticipation of her new friend’s reply.

“I wanted her to dominate me, miss.” Wildfire didn’t know what it was, why she was being so open with this girl she had only just met, she had a kind of ‘aura’ that put her so at ease, “I dreamed of being her foot cleaner.”

“Oh,” Serenity’s eagerness evaporated like mist on car window, to be replaced with a wistful sigh, “I'm looking for a girl to dominate me. Really dominate me.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire agreed, “Me too. I want a girl who isn't afraid I'll break, to rub her feet all over her personal door mat.”

“You do have a foot fetish, don’t you?” Serenity asked rhetorically, before she moved onto what she really wanted to talk about. After all, the conductor was looking very uncomfortable in the aisle. “Hey, would you like to sniff your sneaker in a bit more privacy?”

“I'd love to, miss,” Wildfire’s blush returned in full force, and she had only just got it to go away. “Um, what's your name? I can't keep calling you miss, can I?” then something occurred to her, “My ticket is just for these seats, miss.”

“My name’s Serenity, and yours I recall is Wildfire?” when the short girl nodded her head, Serenity made her mind up. “Come on, us subs have to stick together. I have a bedroom in the first sleeper car to myself. Let's tell the conductor you're moving in with me.”

“Alrighty, miss Serenity!” Wildfire was only too happy to get her travel suitcase and her backpack from the overhead compartment. Her new friend sounded nice, and the bed had to be better than a couple of days on the seats.

While Wildfire got her things together, Serenity turned her attention to the waiting conductor. “Mr. Pullman, Wildfire of 31A is now moving into 1E with me.”

“Very good, is that what you want, Ms. Wildfire?”

When Wildfire nodded and confirmed that everything was above board, Serenity took the travel suitcase, leaving Wildfire to carry her backpack and shoe box. She led the way through the train to her cabin where she held the door open for her guest. “Counter to the right, and above that you can put away your case. Bunk beds are on the left, but it’s a couch now. There’s a toilet at the back right. Do you want top or bottom bunk?”

For a moment, Wildfire didn’t answer her host. She was busy exploring the cabin with her fingers, finding every feature as Serenity called it out to her. “I’ll take bottom, if you don't mind, miss Serenity,” she giggled nervously, “I’m sorry to always say 'miss'. Growing up with my mom and dad, I learnt to always use honorifics.”

“It’s just us subs in here, Wildfire,” Serenity said kindly in her musical voice, “We can be naughty.”

“Serenity!” Wildfire exclaimed and giggled again having proved she could say her name without adding ‘miss’ at the front. “That felt good, even without a dom about.”

“I found one that tried to be a dom to me in high school,” Serenity stated somewhat wistfully as she sat down on the couch, “I'm hoping for better things at Harmony U.”

“I'm gonna guess it didn't go well?” Wildfire replied and, after setting her travel case and backpack down, she hopped up onto the couch and sat cross legged, her special shoe box by her side, “You don't have to go into details if you don't want. That was a personal question.”

Serenity took a deep breath before she answered, “She tried, and we did have some fun together, but she just wouldn't go far enough. I take what I can get.”

“At least you had a dom,” Wildfire pointed out as she got comfortable on the couch. To say it was also a bunk bed, it was remarkably nice. “I'd love to have that. I-I've had girlfriends!” she quickly tried to cover herself, even though it was a teeny lie, “But um...nothing came of it.”

“Friends are nice. We'll meet a couple of mine at dinner,” continued Serenity, who was thinking ahead to filling her belly, “They're going to Baltimare. Sex isn't everything, you know,” she giggled playfully, “Even if it did bring me into the world.”

“Sex would be nice though, Serenity, y'know, just to feel what it's like…” Wildfire trailed off to silence and her blush took over and her whole face was bright red, “Oh bugger.”

“Are you sure?” asked Serenity with a raised eyebrow and a wickedly evil smile she had sure her new friend could hear, “I don't want you to think this would be pity sex or something.”

It was a good thing Wildfire wasn’t drinking anything. Had she been, it would have been spat out. “W-W-Wha...y-you're really...what!?”

Serenity's laugh was as musical as her voice, especially as Wildfire’s face was as red as the flames on her hoodie she wore. “Naughty subs are naughty. Really, no one has ever eaten you out?”

Wildfire shook her head to try and cover her blush. “Like I said, I've had girlfriends, and I’ve made out with them,” that was technically true. After all, she had kissed Air Raid that one time, “But when I try and go further, they run faster than me.”

“Then I shall be your mistress of instruction!” declared Serenity boldly, “If you really want. I'm okay if we just snuggle.”

“A-Alrighty,” stammered Wildfire, who was wondering how they had gotten here, when she had been expecting to spend the journey on her own on the two seats. “I do really want, a lot.”

“That can wait till after dinner,” Serenity stated, “I'm going to read my book.” She gave Wildfire a sly look, deciding to tease her, “Sniffing your shoe and playing with yourself won't bother me.”

As she heard Serenity pick up what she assumed was a book, Wildfire let out a giggle, “I'm sure I'm gonna ruin myself for a pair of sexy feet,” she opened the shoe box and took out one of the dirty old sneakers, “Like, I'll get to the point I’ll only be able to cum with a foot pressed on my face or something like that.”

“Give me a good show and maybe my foot will leave the floor…” Serenity chuckled and she moved herself on the couch so that her back was to the hallway wall and her feet – which had somehow lost their shoes - were now against Wildfire's thighs.

“O-Okay...” Wildfire had to pinch herself that this was really happening, then, when she was sure she was in fact awake, she unzipped the front of her hoodie. When it was open, she lifted up her white tee shirt, exposing her tiny A cup breasts - no bra – and she groped herself while taking a deep sniff of the sneaker.

While Wildfire was moaning into the sweaty running shoe, Serenity only made a show of reading her book. She was really watching the blind girl, taking note of how easily she moved around.

After several breast gropes and nipple tugs, Wildfire, who was quickly getting lost in the moment, flicked open her jeans and she pulled the zipper down. She revealed to her host she wore no panties, there was just a little black bush of unshaven pubic hair which her hand lowered to. Serenity made an obvious loud sniff. “To each their own,” she giggled, “But I do think that smells sweeter than your shoe.”

As Wildfire burst out into a fit of giggles, she set the shoe aside so she could go at herself with both hands, one on her small breast and the other slipped down the front of her jeans. “I like to pretend I've been ordered not to wear anything under my clothes.”

Suddenly, hearing that, an idea occurred to Serenity. “Are you an exhibitionist?”

“A bit, yuppers,” admitted Wildfire with a hitch in her voice as her descending hand found its target, “It's hard not to be with my dad domming mom at home.” Realising her jeans were stopping her getting full access, she tugged them down just past her butt so sat crossed legged she was showing herself off.

“Pfft,” Serenity snorted, “My parents were soooooo vanilla. So,” she set her book aside, having given up trying to read it, “What would you do right now if someone walked in?”

“And saw me like this?” Wildfire smiled, “I'd ask my Mistress if I could carry on pleasuring myself. I'd trust her to take care of me.” She didn’t know why she was trusting this girl she had literally only just met so much. She just had a disarming quality that Wildfire liked.

Now, Serenity had to put that to test, didn’t she? “Do you like coffee?”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire’s two fingers of her left hand stroking around her pussy, all up and down her labia, “I like it black, with three sugars please.”

Enacting her plan, Serenity pushed a call button and about three minutes later the door of the cabin opened. “Hello Mr. Sandman,” Serenity greeted the crewman with a generous smile, “Did Mr. Pullman let you know I have a roommate for the trip to Canterlot?”

“Um, ah, yes, he did…” Sandman stammered, it was a very hard challenge to remain professional when he was confronted by the sight of the short girl with her jeans down openly masturbating right there.

“Wonderful!” Serenity clapped her hands, talking like Wildfire wasn’t there and didn’t have two fingers sawing in and out of her soaking wet vagina, “Could we have two coffees please. One black with three sugars and the other with a good portion of cream?”

“Of course Ms. Serenity, back in a moment,” thinking of his pay check and his job, Sandman turned and scooted out of the cabin.

When the door closed, Serenity asked, “Did you like that Wildfire?”

“MMMMmmm fuuuck someone actually saw me!” Wildfire exclaimed, her thumb now rubbing at her clit along with the two fingers that plunged in and out of her tunnel, her right hand pawing at a breast, “Damn I nearly came right then!”

“You can try again when the coffee arrives.”

“That was so naughty!” gushed Wildfire as her two fingers were going in as far as the second knuckle, accompanied by extremely lewd schlicking sounds, “I-I hope mmmmm I hope you're enjoying the show!”

“No complaints from me.”

It was just as Wildfire began thrusting her hips upwards in time with her fingers that the door opened for the second time. “Your coffees, Ms. Serenity.” He arrived in time to see the yellow skinned girl furiously pleasuring herself.

“Thank you, Mr. Sandman,” Serenity thanked him, he placed the tray down on the little table and, just as he opened the door to leave, Wildfire reached her rather noisy climax that saw her squirt a little over her jeans and onto the cabin floor. “Very naughty indeed,” Serenity didn’t bother to keep the amusement out of her voice, “Let me know when you're ready for your coffee.”

On the couch, Wildfire spent a couple of minutes coming down from her high, and with her top still up and her jeans now down around her ankles, she said, “I'm ready Serenity.”

In order to get the coffees from the tray, Serenity had to cross the cabin. ‘Accidentally’ she dipped a bare foot in the puddle of girl cum on the floor and smeared it in the mess. “Here you go, Wildfire. Sweet just like you,” she giggled at her own joke and, after giving the coffee, the wet foot came up and lightly touched Wildfire's hip, but not enough to dry it off. “I do like the coffee on the train.”

“Thank you, Serenity,” Wildfire gratefully took the coffee and then she sniffed, her head turning in the direction of her host's foot. “Did you?”

“I'm not the one that squirted on the floor,” Serenity innocently sipped her coffee while her toes tapped incessantly at the girl’s thigh. “Maybe you can do something about my dirty toes after you finish your coffee?”

“I'd so love to!” as Wildfire helped herself to a long sip of her coffee, a thought occurred to her, “So...when did you first know you were a sub?”

Softly, Serenity sighed and mulled the coffee in her mouth in thought. “I knew I was a sub when I knew I couldn't please myself, I needed another to do it. Being a dom and telling a sub to beat me just wouldn't work.”

“You must like it really hard, huh?”

Serenity’s musical voice was barely above a whisper, “I like to bleed.”

“Really?” Wildfire’s milky eyes were wide as saucers as she finished off her coffee, “That's intense!”

With the downing of her coffee, Serenity rested her heel on Wildfire's thigh, “Which is why my last dom didn't work out.”

“I'm not judging!” Wildfire giggled, “I mean, I like to worship feet and um...other stuff. As long as you both consent to it, you do you, right?” she stated as she set the empty mug down. Even though she had emptied her mug, thoughts of cleaning Serenity’s foot had left her mind.

“That’s part of my problem,” Serenity groaned, “I consent, but I have no boundaries. It’s hard to find a dom that will do it with concern for me and not just themselves.” She swallowed the rest of her coffee and studied the other girl carefully, “I guess your parents never took you to The Scene in Manehatten?”

Wildfire had never heard of that, whatever ‘The Scene’ was. “Not as far as I'm aware, no. They didn't tell me they were Master and Slave until I was sixteen. Since then they've been more and more open with what they did, even doing it around me.”

“I had to go underground to learn,” Serenity said solemnly, “Not everything in the Manehatten underground is pretty.”

“Did you get hurt?”

Rolling her eyes at the childish question, Serenity explained, “I wanted to get hurt, but things went bad. I was just cut up and bruised, but another person died. My parents were just disappointed when they got me from the jail. I wasn't charged, they were just holding me. I was still seventeen at the time.”

“Holy shit, really? Like, for reals killed?” Wildfire was amazed, awed and a little revolted, if she was honest. She was sure her parents had never been to a place like that. A thought though did occur to her, “Did they, y'know, scar you?”

Quietly, Serenity unbuttoned her school blouse and she skilfully removed her bra, while leaving her blouse on and open, freeing up her D cup breasts. “Feel my torso.”

Slowly, moving over to her, Wildfire ran her hands over Serenity’s body, starting at her waist. There, she felt the first of fifteen scars that went across her stomach, chest, and her back. “Wow. I mean, wow!” she exclaimed as her hands went up past her breasts to her face. “I won't ask if it hurt. Did you get off?”

Broadly, Serenity smiled, “Yes, many, many times.”

As Wildfire was exploring Serenity’s upper body with her hands, she didn’t feel any scars from her neck upwards or on her arms. Going down, she couldn’t feel past the top of her pants. “Then it was worth it,” she stated as she sat back, satisfied, “It’s like me and the shoes, or the socks.” She gave her new friend her best smile, “You have a beautiful smile, by the way.”

“I tend to practice it,” Serenity said sadly, “Keeps my parents happy.”

“Nonono...that was a real smile I felt then, Beauty,” Wildfire insisted, “I can tell these things.”

Serenity giggled, because there was a reason for that, “You're not my parents.”

“Good point,” Wildfire conceded as her delicate hands strayed lower onto Serenity’s bare breasts, “What else do you like, besides bleeding?”

“Pain.”

“I figured as much, what with the bleeding,” Wildfire said as she gently cupped the taller girl’s breasts and judged their size, “Bigger than mine. Still, liking pain is no more strange than me liking feet or pee play, I guess.”

“I don't mind other things like those, but it’s pain that truly makes me orgasm,” Serenity said with a rather dreamy note to her voice, “I’m guessing this your first time having free play with some titties?”

“The pee thing was a total accident,” Wildfire felt the need to explain, “I'd had a bath, needed to pee really bad, tried to get out and slipped, went upside down, peed over myself.” She couldn’t stop the blush that crept over her features, “Can you tell it's my first time? Am I that bad?” she asked, pausing with her thumbs over Serenity's hard nipples.

“I can tell you've practiced on yourself,” said Serenity kindly, “But now you're unsure just how hard to do it to another. I'll tell you a secret,” she leant in right close to the smaller girl’s ear, “You can't do it too hard for me.”

Although Wildfire was extremely nervous about what she was going to do, she nonetheless took Serenity's hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them both as hard as she could. “Mmmmm,” Serenity purred, “Yes, like that, but you don't have to be kind.”

“Can't help it, Beauty. Born under the Sign of Kindness. I got off, and you are gonna let me clean your foot, so you should get off too.”

Reluctantly, Serenity placed her hands over Wildfire's to stop her in what she was doing. “I'm sorry, but just enjoy the moment. I've gone a long time without a true orgasm. I'll see what Canterlot has to offer. We're two subs, so don't force yourself to be something else.”

“I suppose you're right,” Wildfire then giggled as the absurdity of the situation caught up with her, “I've just realised I'm still sat here with my clothes half off!”

Now on that score, Serenity certainly had no complaints whatsoever. “Just draws the eye to what you want to show.”

Before Wildfire could answer her, there was a knock on the door, and Sandman poked his head through, conspicuously not looking in Wildfire’s direction. Which he regretted when he saw Serenity topless. “Pardon me, Ms, your seating for dinner is ready.”

“Thank you Mr. Sandman,” Serenity flashed him her best smile, along with her bare chest, “We'll be there shortly.”

“U-Um...”

When Sandman pointed mutely to both girls one after the other, Serenity couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t worry, we’ll be dressed.”

“Hint taken. Dressed it is,” Wildfire said once the door had closed. She got up to her feet and she pulled up her jeans, feeling the front to see if it was dry. When she was satisfied there was no wet patch, she then lowered her shirt over her chest.

Following suit, Serenity put her bra and school blouse back on and then she slipped on her sandals. “Now you can meet my friends who are going to Baltimare.” In a smiling voice, she asked, “Will you be able to go to dinner without your shoe?”

Wildfire smiled back, “I'm sure I'll manage.”

Once they were both dressed and decent, Serenity took hold of Wildfire's hand in hers, but then, as she led her out of their cabin, a thought worried her, “Does this bother you? I'm sure you could make it on your own.”

“It doesn't bother me, Serenity,” Wildfire replied when they were out in the aisle, “In fact, I'm glad you're holding my hand. I'm feeling very small right now, if I’m honest.” She was, and she was incredibly grateful she had met this nice girl to help her through this otherwise scary journey.

“I do know that feeling,” admitted Serenity as she led the way forward through the train to the dining car, the next car over. There at the table were seated Serenity’s two friends, Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest. Both were wearing their Manehatten Prep uniforms.

“Who's that, Sera?” asked Sugarcoat when she saw her friend with the strange girl in hand.

“This is my new friend, Wildfire,” Serenity introduced her to her two high school friends, “She is going to Harmony U too. Wildfire, these are my friends from Upper Park, Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat. They’re going to Townson.”

Wildfire knew that Upper Park Manehatten Prep was a wealthy private school, which meant that Serenity and her friends were either wealthy themselves or came from wealthy families. Not that she was concerned or overly impressed by that. They greeted her cheerfully enough, and she responded with a happy, “Hi guys!” she extended her hand, which they both shook, “That's Baltimare, right, Townson?”

“Yes it is,” agreed Lemon Zest, “We will get to go to college and enjoy the beach life.”

“You're welcome to it,” commented Wildfire, “Sand is coarse and grainy and it gets in places I never knew I had.”

All three girls laughed along with Wildfire’s joke, and then Serenity guided her to the dining table where there were two empty seats. “Do you want window or aisle?”

“Window please,” grinned Wildfire, “I like a view.”

That earned Wildfire a snort of laughter from Lemon Zest and a guffaw from Sugarcoat. “Well played,” she fist bumped the short girl once she had sat down, “So, Sera is going to Harmony U on a drama scholarship. What about you, Wildfire?”

“Sports scholarship,” Wildfire took a moment to savour the gasps that always came with those words, “Track and Field, specifically.”

“That was unexpected…” Sugarcoat commented before she was interrupted by a dig in the ribs from Lemon Zest.

“Wait, I remember Amaranth was saying something the other day...”

Sugarcoat snorted derisively, “You listen to that jock?”

“She's a jock,” Lemon Zest defended herself as she pointed to Wildfire sat across from them, “He said a blind girl still had the Equestrian record for the one hundred metres.”

“Amaranth is our local track star,” explained Serenity for her new friend’s benefit, “He's going to Princeton.”

“That would be me,” declared Wildfire proudly, “Eleven point seven four seconds! Held it for over a year now. I also have the Manehatten record for the two hundred. Ultimate goal is the Olympics in three years’ time.”

Just as Lemon Zest was about to comment further on that, a waiter hovered up so silently and unobtrusively that no-one was sure how long he’d been there, “Good afternoon ladies, today I'll start you with a garden salad, with a choice of dressing. Then either pot roast with mashed potatoes and gravy plus creamed corn, or salmon encrusted with garlic and asparagus and saffron rice.”

First to order, Serenity requested the salmon, with balsamic for dressing. Lemon Zest ordered her Salmon with ranch dressing. Sugarcoat and Wildfire both went for the pot roast with a balsamic dressing for the garden salad. When it came to the drinks, they were again split, with Serenity and Lemon Zest opting for white wine while Wildfire and Sugarcoat ordered beer.

“See,” said Sugarcoat when the waiter had headed off, “Someone knows the best drink!” Wildfire held up her hand for a high five which Sugarcoat gave her as both Serenity and Lemon Zest audibly rolled their eyes.

“Sera,” started Lemon Zest, “Why do we hang out with such juvenile friends?”

Serenity affected a ‘nose in the air voice’ so she could properly reply to that, “It’s so we can have that air of maturity.”

While they all shared a laugh, the waiter returned with their drinks and salads. Sugarcoat cheered, “Saved by the beer! A toast to Wildfire's Olympic dreams,” she raised up her mug as the other two did the same with their wine glasses.

Likewise, Wildfire raised up her beer, “To all our dreams.” All the glasses and mugs clinked together, along with a round of ‘here, here!’

After the toast, the other three got to eating, and Wildfire did the same like food was going out of fashion and she would never eat again. After all, she was hungry. The main course included a second drink, even if the first was not finished. “That's what's better than one beer,” grinned Wildfire, “Two!”

Smirking at the other two girls shared eye roll, Sugarcoat moved her second mug to clink against Wildfire's, “You got it sister.”

Under the influence of one excellent beer, Wildfire giggled, “Always wanted a sister.”

“Zesty is the only one with a sibling,” said Sugarcoat as she chugged on her beer.

“Yeah,” Lemon Zest grunted, “Two brothers…”

“You poor thing,” Wildfire passed on her sympathies, “Having to put up with two boys!”

Serenity giggled after taking a delicate sip of her wine, “She's just mad they wouldn't play dress up.”

“That's a good story, Zesty, and you have someone new to tell it to.”

Lemon Zest downed the rest of her white wine before she was ready to tell her story. “They are two and three years younger than me,” she explained to Wildfire, because her friends already knew the story. “I caught them snooping in my underwear drawer. I told them you touch it you wear it. I took down one but the other ran off. Mom came in before I could get the bra on the one I had and rescued him. Did chew them both out for messing in my room.”

By the end of her friend’s story, Sugarcoat was laughing like an idiot, “And you teased them no end after that about wearing panties!”

Wildfire couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “Oh that is good!” she snickered and drank her beer from her mug, “I got one. This one time a girl asked me out at school, probably for a dare, I dunno, and she used a whole load of cheesy lines. Did it hurt when I fell from heaven, all that. Then she said, your skin is as golden as the sun!”

“Was she a good lay?” asked Sugarcoat, who immediately asked the important question.

“Never got that far, Sugar, cos I asked her how golden, and she was like, you're yellow, like a buttercup. How yellow is that?”

“And here I thought you were talking about a different kind of 'golden',” winked Serenity, who knew of Wildfire’s fetish.

Lemon Zest choked on her wine, “Sera!” which just made Serenity and Sugarcoat laugh at their squeamish friend.

“Trust me, Sera, I wish I was,” Wildfire said with a dreamy note to her voice, “That would've been sweet!” she was then interrupted by Lemon Zest who was making a gagging motion that just made the other two laugh louder. “Well, it might be sweet. Depends on what you've been eating I suppose.”

“Speaking of sweets,” the waiter was back as quietly as ever, “We have apple cobbler, chocolate mousse pie, or a fruit cup for your choice of dessert.” Wildfire quickly chose the chocolate mousse, and the other three were just as quick to follow suit. Chocolate was, after all, the only choice.

The waiter was back with their mousse pies in a flash and he also had a much needed coffee service to round off their meal. “Coffee anyone?” all four of them said yes, with Serenity having cream in hers, Lemon Zest going for sweet and creamy, Sugarcoat had hers black and Wildfire requested hers to be black with three sugars.

Once the food had been eaten and the coffee drank, Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest both hugged Serenity and bade her a fond good bye as they would both be arriving in Baltimare in a couple of hours’ time. They also took the time to shake Wildfire's hand and wish her well at Harmony University.

When it just Wildfire and Serenity alone back in the sleeper cabin, Wildfire said, “I liked them. Your friends were nice.”

“They can be,” admitted Serenity as she reclined back on the couch / bed, a wistful longing in her voice at the potential losing of her school friends, “And they can be real snobs too. I'll miss them as friends, but I’m sure I’ll move on.”

“Yuppers,” Wildfire’s voice lost a good degree of her cheer as she reached for the old shoe and one of the smelly socks that Air Raid had left her. Hugging them both tight to her chest like she was trying to summon her best friend to her, she said, “Move on…”

Seeing the turmoil her new friend was going through, Serenity leant over the couch and, ignoring the frankly ripe smell from the footwear, she hugged the diminutive girl to her side. “The future may bring us back together and it may not. I'll try to stay in touch online, but my future may take me elsewhere.”

“I promised Air Raid the same. Stay in touch. Be online. All that…” as she said it, Wildfire knew on an intuitive level that she and her best friend would drift apart from there on, as much as they promised each other they’d meet up online.

Hug complete, Serenity reached for her book she had been reading and she waited for Wildfire to sit comfortably then she placed her bare feet against her thighs. “I'll be reading, but I'm usually to bed around ten.”

“Do you mind if I write?” asked Wildfire, whose thoughts of her distant best friend put her in mind of the book they had been writing together. “I'll be quiet, I won't disturb you.”

“I'll be fine,” Serenity assured her as she turned to her current page, “Now if you start to sing, I'll stop and listen.”

Wildfire giggled, “If I sing, you'll probably cry,” she laughed as she set the old shoe and the sock aside back in their box and she fished in her backpack for her Dictaphone. While Wildfire spoke her book, Serenity zoned her out. After an hour of 'writing', she set her Dictaphone to one side. “Okay, had enough of that for now. I hope I didn't disturb you too much?”

“Nope, you didn’t,” Serenity assured her, “So you going to publish that so I can read it?”

“That's the idea,” Wildfire nodded eagerly, “Well, eventually. We called it 'Wasteland'.”

That sounded like a good, appropriate title to Serenity, given what she had heard over the last hour in between turning the pages. “So, it’s a post-apocalyptic story then?” she asked, genuinely interested.

“Yuppers. Post the Last Great War,” explained Wildfire, who found it refreshing to find someone who wasn’t Air Raid who was interested in what she was trying to create. “We kept it vague on purpose so as not to tie it down to any one thing.”

“I'll read pretty much anything,” said Serenity, “This book I’m reading now is a historical fiction about the First Griffon War. It’s a romantic triangle between the Queen of Equestria, her sister and the Griffon King.”

“Awesomes!” Wildfire exclaimed, “In our story, the main character is a cyborg called Holocaust, or Holly. The Great War's still going on, and she has an AI in her head that can end the war by controlling all the planet's weapons. That's why she's always running, to stay away from the military and the church, who both want her to burn the world.”

Serenity considered that for a moment, her thought process helped along by the swaying motion of the steam train. “That seems to be a poor end game for either party. They think they can survive it?”

Wildfire was ready for that. “Underground bunkers for the chosen of each faction to live out the fire. Either the Ultimate Sanction or Divine Solution, depending on who gets the super weapon. Holly dies, world burns, one faction lives. Or, Holly keeps running, the war continues and she hopes one day it'll end on its own. What we wanted readers answering was – ‘What would you do, if you had the power?’.”

Snickering, Serenity knew exactly what she would do if she had ‘the power’. “That’s easy. Get cheesecake on demand!”

Wildfire laughed, because who wouldn’t want cheesecake on tap? “I know it's a bleak outlook, but sometimes the only choices you can make are bad ones. Sometimes nobody wins.”

“That is true,” Serenity was quietly impressed by the nature of the story her friend was writing. It definitely wasn’t the schmaltzy saccharine nonsense that filled the bookshelves these days. “Still, one must choose, even not choosing is a choice.”

“And so she runs,” concluded Wildfire, who was justly proud of her creation, “Never looking back because she dare not out of shame for those that are dying around her when she could end it.”

“Survival is a strong reason to run, though,” countered Serenity, who had to admit she rather liked the sound of the Holocaust character, “My survival instinct is somewhat weak.”

“Suppose you were in the story,” began Wildfire, who’d had an idea to get a fresh perspective for her story, and maybe a new character to include, “Would you be an enforcer for one faction sent to get Holly who instead befriends her, or a survivor she meets and runs with her?”

“I'm a survivor.”

“Done. Oooh,” Wildfire’s idea immediately took hold in her brain and a new character emerged just like that, “Oooh! With like, a psychic ability thing to make your voice a sonic weapon instead of carrying a gun!”

Serenity laughed at that, impressed how easily her friend came up with the character just like that, “Let me sing you a lullaby that will put you to sleep forever!” she declared heroically.

“Lullaby!” Wildfire exclaimed, “That’s the character’s name sorted!” she laughed and then a large yawn crept up on her from out of nowhere, “Oh, sorry about that, I didn’t realise how tired I was…”

“What time do you usually go to bed?”

“Nine.”

“Okay, that explains it, it’s just gone ten,” smirked Serenity at being a bad influence already, “We can set up the bunks. Do you want a shower now or in the morning?”

“I usually have one in the morning, after my exercises.”

“Just to be different, I'll do mine before bed. If you stand I'll get the beds ready.”

“Alrighty,” as she stood up and moved her backpack out of the way, a second yawn emerged, this one wider and longer than the first, “Ugh…can I help with anything?”

“Yes, but you're looking pretty already,” Serenity giggled as she pulled out the couch and turned it into the lower bunk bed. “Have a lay down to check the size. We need to see if it fits.”

Giggling, Wildfire sat and then laid on the bottom bunk that Serenity had just made from the couch. She estimated it was a metre wide and almost two metres long, more than enough for all four foot nine inches of her. While she did that, Serenity pulled down the top bunk. “I can sleep on the top bed, unless you’d rather I didn't.”

Now the beds were made, Wildfire realised she didn’t want to sleep alone, not tonight, anyway. She still had that unwelcome ‘small’ feeling. “I'd like friendly snuggles, if you don't mind, Serenity.”

“Of course I don't mind. I'm going to take that shower now,” the taller girl crossed the cabin and went into the cubical that was at once the toilet / sink / shower. While she was showering, Wildfire took the opportunity to get changed into her pyjamas.

When Serenity came out of the shower ten minutes later, she really had to fight back a peal of laughter, because Wildfire looked too cute in her white pyjamas with the pink bunnies on them. “I didn't bother to pack PJ’s; I hope that’s okay?”

“Yuppers, that's fine,” Wildfire blushed hard when she realised that for the first time ever, she would be sharing a bed with another girl, “I really should have grown out of pyjamas by now, especially cutesy bunny ones like these.”

Looking at her with a critical eye, Serenity had to admit that the outfit did look like it was meant for a child, but then she assumed all the girl’s clothing was like that. Still, she couldn’t deny she looked good in them. “You look cute, Wildfire,” she turned off the light and she got into the bottom bunk where she laid on her side and pulled close to Wildfire who was facing her.

It was when they were both laid side by side and facing each other on the bed that Wildfire felt how much taller than her Serenity was. At least one foot six, if she was any judge. They bid each other good night, and Wildfire allowed herself to be pulled in for a cuddle.

In said cuddle, Serenity’s teal hands began to wander a bit, with her left hand going low until it found the small girl’s perfectly toned ass and her other rested on her back. Wildfire’s squeak of surprise was adorable, as were her rather clumsy attempts to copy what Serenity was doing.

It didn’t help that Serenity was completely naked and her D cup breasts were less than a couple of inches away from her face. She had never felt like such a virgin in her life than she did right then, particularly as Serenity wasn’t stopping her or encouraging her, either.

Wildfire, who was feeling a little daring in the wandering hands department, tried her luck with the palm of her right pressed between Serenity’s legs. At least she knew that she shaved regularly, something that she did not.

Though Wildfire had her hands in some questionable places and her head using the taller girl’s breasts as pillows, it quickly became apparent that Serenity was content to just hold her close. Since nothing was happening, Wildfire lost her nerve and, after a few moments, closed her eyes and gave in to sleep.