Moonstone – Chapter 10 “With a Bang”

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“Are you feeling okay?” Luna asked quietly. Fleur swallowed past the soreness in her throat and managed a brave nod. Her voice cracked a little as she summoned the will to speak, though her words were still badly slurred.

“Yeth, I’m fine.”

“Keep drinking.” Luna gestured towards the hot mug of honey-and-lemon tea she was drinking, and Fleur dutifully took another sip. Their session concluded, the two had taken their leave of the imposing but very fun room, and were now back in the warm embrace of Luna's upstairs bedroom. Getting there had been a bit of a challenge, as Fleur's body was as weak and helpless as her voice after their last session. Luna had cast several spells on Fleur to return some strength and coordination to her muscles, but Fleur’s cramped jaw and exhausted tongue were another matter entirely. For that, Luna had concocted a mixture from tea leaves, lemon, honey, and a few other choice spells. The drink was scalding hot and tingled in Fleur's throat as she swallowed, making speech all the more difficult.

But as Fleur sipped her way through the steaming drink, she could feel her body returning to a somewhat normal state; tension melted away from her jaw, and real feeling began to return to her tongue. Her tongue felt a bit fuzzy as she worked it around her mouth, as if she hadn't brushed in a day or so, but at least the pain and soreness were gone. Indeed, the same tingling sensation in her mouth and throat began to radiate from her stomach. She grinned at the strange and not unwelcome feeling.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you.” Fleur was able to speak regularly now. 'This is just amazing!' Fleur thought to herself. 'We finished barely half an hour ago, yet I feel rested and energized, as if I had slept eight hours.'

Fleur stole a glance at Luna over the edge of her mug as she continued to marvel at the many talents that her master possessed. 'Look at her... She's absolutely perfect; caring and tender, ruthless and indomitable, and everything in between. She can be exactly what I want - exactly what I need - at any time. She really is the perfect dom... And she's all mine.'

“Good. That last session was likely the hardest we’ve indulged in yet, but it seems you recuperated magnificently.” Luna visibly relaxed as she spoke, and Fleur cocked an eyebrow at the obvious change in the Princess' expression. “I’m relieved to hear that.”

“Any… Particular reason why…?” Fleur led into the question with a soft inflection, but she didn’t miss the dark look that crossed the Princess’ eyes before Luna gave a brave smile.

“I’ll tell you some other time, Fleur. I promise. But for now, let’s just say I’m glad we can do sessions like that without having to worry about you pushing yourself too far.”

“Hmm.” Fleur frowned a little at Luna’s disinclination to share, but didn’t pressure her further. Instead, she made a mental note to ask the Princess about it later, when they shared a little bit more trust with one another. Her thoughts were quickly distracted, however, when Luna’s smile turned from concerned to devious.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Thoroughly.” Fleur admitted with a blush. "I've never felt like that before in my life. It was... It was just perfect." Luna's eyes closed as Fleur spoke, and a soft 'hmm' escaped her lips as Fleur described her feelings during their last session. Fleur noticed the contented look on Luna's face, and a sly grin crept across her muzzle.

'She's enjoying this that much? Well then, I best not leave out any of the details...'

Putting on her best bedroom voice, Fleur continued her recollections of the previous session. "Having a ball gag in your mouth is simply amazing... It's like you're nothing more than an animal with its mouth gagged to keep from biting, or as it turns out, from even breathing properly."

Luna began to squirm as Fleur continued.

“Your tongue starts to go numb…”

The Princess began to pant.

“And oh my gosh, the amount of saliva you can produce…”

“Ex-excuse me!” Luna gasped, dashing away suddenly. Fleur blinked in surprise, watching as Luna snatched something from her bedside drawer before disappearing into the bathroom. She heard the lock click home and a faucet turn on.

'Did... Did I do something wrong?' Fleur thought as she tried to process the nature of the Princess' hasty departure. 'Was it something I said? Did I push too many buttons... Or the wrong buttons entirely?' A worried sensation was quickly building inside of Fleur, and as she looked around, Luna's bedroom seemed ten times larger without the Princess next to her. Just as she was about to go and politely knock, Luna poked her head out and smiled at Fleur.

“Sorry, Fleur.” She simpered. “I, uh… Had to handle some business, as it were… Would you like to join me for a bath?”

“Oh, uuh… Sure…” Fleur frowned a little, but followed Luna into the bathroom. The tub here was markedly smaller than the one downstairs, but still large enough to fit the both of them easily. With a blush, Fleur noticed the object Luna had snatched from the drawer was a vibrator, and it rested on a folded rag next to the sink. Luna had already entered the bath and appeared to be settling down for a prolonged soak. Fleur followed after, albeit with a bit more trepidation. Luna appeared to be waiting for her, and as soon as Fleur settled down into the hot water, Luna began to speak.

“Pardon me for the hasty departure, Fleur, but… Well, you see…” Luna’s polite smile had evolved to a worried frown, and she stared down at the surface of the water as if she were contemplating the best way to explain a delicate situation. “I told you before that my greatest sexual desire comes, not from my own orgasmic fulfillment, but from that of others… It’s safe to say that there are periods of time where I go without a certain amount of… Ahem… Release.”

“Oh… I see.” Fleur chuckled, her cheeks darkening a little. “I’m sure my teasing just set you over the edge.”

“To say the least.” Luna affirmed, glancing back at the vibrator next to the sink. “Sorry for running off like that, but it isn’t the most productive thing for the sub to see the dom… Incapacitated.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Since shortly after the session that Hearths Warming Eve.” Luna nodded stoically. “We… Tend to get a little busy around the holidays.”

“You don’t say…” Fleur didn’t know if knowing this about Luna was a good thing or not… She understood a little more about the Princess now, but she also had a weapon now; something to use against her dom. As a sub, Fleur knew that she wasn’t supposed to know – or use – those sorts of things. “But you’re okay now?” Fleur leaned in, her expression concerned. Luna nodded slowly.

“I haven't exactly relieved all of the tension, but yes, I assure you I’m fine now.” A sly grin crossed Fleur's face at that moment, and Luna returned it with a mild frown of her own. “What’s that look for?”

“Don’t let me stop you, Princess.” Fleur teased, slowly backing away. “If you want to continue your little relief session, you’re more than welcome to.”

“Fleur my dear,” Luna drew Fleur closer with a firm field of magic. “Fortunately for you, we don’t have any collars nearby, or I’d punish you for ever insinuating that your master masturbates.” Fleur silently cursed the sudden lack of apparel, as she wanted nothing more than that.

“I could… Ngh… Go fetch one…?” Fleur drew her sentence out, a breathy groan escaping her lips as Luna began to kiss the nape of her neck.

“Hmm…” Luna appeared to seriously consider it, but shook her head after a short pause. She leaned in to nuzzle Fleur’s neck. “No, not right now… Besides, I want you nice and rested for tonight.”

“T-tonight?” Luna's lips felt divine against Fleur's coat, and she was quickly losing control of her voice. "Wh-what's happening tonight...?"

“Why, my dear Fleur, have all the orgasms addled your brain?” Luna drew away from the kiss with another devious grin.

“It’s New Years. And we have a party to attend.”

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Even though the New Year’s party was one of the most relaxed and informal events on the calendar, wearing the same dress that one wore to the Hearths Warming Eve ball was scandalous, to say the least, and was sure to set off a lot of gossip and posturing among the other guests. Nevertheless, Fleur was left with nothing else to wear. Luna mentioned something about bringing in a seamstress to help fit one of Luna’s own dresses to Fleur’s slender stature, but Fleur respectfully declined.

'Even if it is the same dress, it's still the best one in my entire wardrobe.' Fleur thought to herself. 'Besides, the last time I wore this dress, I had a fantastic evening.' The tantalizing memories of the Hearth's Warming Eve ball brought a smile to Fleur's face as she joined Luna to begin their preparations. Luna’s downstairs bathroom had a whole range of beautification products, and as the two of them settled before the mirror, Fleur made use of almost every one of them.

They primped, preened, pulled, and prodded until both mares were absolutely stunning. Fleur’s mane shimmered in the low light, and hung down her neck in its signature wave, while Luna’s wafted about her head just as mysteriously as it had been since Fleur knew her, albeit with a little bit more life than usual. If Fleur watched closely, she could see the galaxies and constellations winking and swirling in a slow, graceful dance.

About an hour later, both of them were as primped as they could be, and together, they headed back to Luna's expansive wardrobe room, where their dresses awaited them. While Fleur busied herself changing into her outfit, Luna disappeared between the racks of her own clothes. It was then Fleur noticed something about her own dress.

’Is my dress a little more… Snug?’ A few tentative steps confirmed for Fleur that the dress was indeed a bit tighter than before. Last time she had worn it, the dress fit perfectly around her hips and flanks; loose enough for her to breathe in it, but still form-fitting. Now though, she felt the fabric hug her cutie mark intimately with each movement. ’I haven’t put on weight, have I?’ Fleur's mind was quickly building into a mini-panic attack when Luna emerged from the maze of clothing racks.

And what an emergence it was. Fleur’s dress was alluring and revealing, and was designed to turn heads and draw stares with ease. But Luna’s dress was something else entirely. It wasn't overly revealing, and was miles away from being even remotely scandalous in any way; but it was mysterious from head-to-hoof, and very well-fit.

From Luna’s neck, the wide loop of what appeared to be a silk sash wound around her collarbone, hugging her form intimately. The sash wound around the back of her neck and crossed her chest, sweeping down under her forelegs and along the length of her stomach to the skirt. Here, the fabric seemed to mold onto Luna’s coat like a second skin, hugging her ever so close. Fleur could make out each gentle curve and rise of Luna’s flanks through the dress, though the dark fabric concealed as many physical details as it accentuated.

Up and over her haunches, the fabric flowed like water, cascading down her legs into a graceful and elegant display of mystery and intrigue. Fleur found herself guessing what lay beyond the delicate folds, but wasn’t left without an appreciation for the Princess’ femininity. In some spots, the deep purple fabric was so dark, it appeared to be black; yet on the hemline, where the skirt gave way to Luna's flawless coat, the purple hues shown like a deep, shining amethyst. The combined effect of the fabric contrasted perfectly with Luna's sparkling turquoise eyes, leaving them gleaming like a pair of miniature moons. Even in the dim light of this wardrobe room, the fabric had a brilliant sheen to it, and Fleur knew that under the bright lights of the party, Luna would glow like the moon - her very own, very personal moon.

Her dom.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Luna teased, drawing Fleur out of her reverie.

“S-sorry,” Fleur flustered. “You just look so… So…”

“Beautiful? Awe-inspiring?” Luna’s teasing smile made Fleur blush.

“Both.” Fleur whispered shyly, trying to hide behind her bangs. Fleur felt totally relaxed around Luna, yet there was still something about the Princess made her feel… Inadequate. And when she thought of all the intimate things she did with this mysterious, brilliant being, it made her feel even more so.

“Fleur,” Luna reached her hoof out, gingerly cupping Fleur’s chin. “None of that. I’ll not have my sub moping about all night because she thinks her dom looks better than her.” Luna’s tone was a mixture of playful teasing and seriousness, the sort she took on whenever they were engaged in a session. Despite herself, Fleur couldn’t help but give a giddy smile.

“S-sorry, you just look so incredible… I feel ugly next to you.”

“You shouldn’t, Fleur.” Luna moved her hoof to stroke Fleur’s mane. “You look absolutely stunning… I can think of nopony else I’d rather have by my side this evening. Come now,” Luna gave Fleur a smile and a gentle nudge with her hip. “No need to mope like this. Let’s go to the party. Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”

“It’s hardly eight… We’ll be there far too early.” Fleur’s plaintive complaint fell short, as Luna fixed her with a devious grin.

“A good reason for us to cut out and retire back here, then, don’t you think?” Luna’s half-lidded glance spoke volumes to Fleur, and despite her feelings of inadequacy, she found herself blushing and squirming already.

“R-right…” Fleur followed the Princess out into the luxurious hallway and back up into the castle proper. As she walked through the central part of the castle, Fleur realized that she hadn’t left the Princess’ chambers in two days now. She did go exercise once, but even that was just one door down from Luna’s bedroom as it was. She really hadn’t been outside in two days.

As they made their way out of the castle’s main entryway and onto the drive, the night air held December’s chill well, but the gentle breeze was soothing to Fleur. The bracing air burned away her feelings of inadequacy, and made her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Thankfully enough, they didn’t have far to go, as the New Year’s party was held in the castle’s Garden House, a building typically reserved for luncheons and other important social engagements. The gardens radiated outwards from the building, and at any other time of the year, they would be a wonderful place to take a short walk, breathe the night air, and get away from the stressors of posturing and social obligation, if only for a moment. Tonight though, the chilly night air would keep the gardens more-or-less off-limits. Still, the party itself was a fairly intimate affair, open only to the cream of the crop - the highest of Equestrian High Society.

Tonight, no more than fifty of Equestria’s well-to-do would celebrate the new year with good music, good drinks, and pleasant conversation. Luna was in attendance as well, meaning this year’s party was bound to be the best yet. As they crossed the chilly castle grounds towards the well-lit and warm-looking Garden House, Fleur found her apprehension and dissatisfaction giving way to anticipation and excitement. By the time they arrived at the front door, she was quivering from something other than the cold night air.

"Ah, here we are. Are you ready, Fleur?"

Fleur looked to her left, raising her eyes to meet Luna's. "To ring in the new year with the Princess of the Night as my escort? Pardon my language, Luna, but you bet your royal flank I am."

Fleur gave one last glance to the door, the band's melody softly wafting through to the outside, beckoning them inside. Taking a deep breath, she again turned to Luna. "Now, let's show these ponies how to make an entrance. After you, Princess."

A sly grin tugged at the corner of Luna's mouth as her magic sprung to life and threw the front door open in one fluid motion. As the light from inside spilled out into the night, Fleur and Luna stepped forward as one into the Garden House.

And what an entrance it was.

The entire room stopped at once as they strode through the doors. Conversations fell silent, eyes grew wider than dinner plates, and jaws hit the floor left-and-right. Somepony even dropped their drink, and the sound of the shattering glass even brought the band to a halt. As they made their way towards the bar, Fleur could feel the intense stares of nearly everypony in the room on her and the Princess. From the mares, Fleur saw smoldering looks of jealousy. From the stallions, she saw lust, envy, appreciation, and unabashed staring.

“You see?” Luna whispered into Fleur’s ear as they sidled up to the rich mahogany bar. “It wasn’t just me they were looking at.”

“I noticed.” Fleur panted, a slight flush already creeping up her cheeks. Maybe it was the warm interior after being outside in the chill December air, but this warm feeling wasn’t fading at all. “You were right… I guess I don’t have anything to worry about.”

“You say that...” Luna’s husky breath washed over her ear, making her tense up immediately. She glanced over her shoulder to respond, but was shocked to see Luna standing a good four feet away from her. ’Now, hold on - there’s no possible way she could be whispering in my ear!’

“Relax. It’s a spell.” The same, breathy tone pulsed over the fine hairs of her ear, making Fleur repress a shudder. "I hardly ever attend these functions, Fleur, so it's a very rare occasion for me to be here tonight. I usually don't enjoy myself at all at these events, but now that I'm here with you, I have something to look forward to..." Luna’s lips didn’t even move, but her voice was as clear as day in Fleur’s ear. It was an awfully disorienting experience, and Fleur felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up each time Luna spoke… It was almost as if Luna was hovering behind her at every moment. Fleur swallowed hard and gestured towards the bartender.

“S-sparkling water for now, please…”

“Are you sure, Ms. De Lis?” The bartender arched an eyebrow. “It’s New Years.”

“I don’t want to drink too much and not enjoy myself later. Sparkling water, please…” Fleur re-asserted herself even as Luna continued to talk to her through the spell.

“I’ll be watching you all night, Fleur… You might not be wearing a collar, but we’ll consider those leggings to be the sign of your submission for the evening. Do you agree to this session?”

A session? Here? Now?' Fleur had to stop and seriously consider Luna’s words. 'What sort of session could we possibly indulge in with so many ponies around? How would we even pull that off? Is Luna going to cast more spells on me, or spike my drink with something? Or, maybe she'll drag me off to one of the Garden House’s multiple smaller rooms? Well, ok, that one might not be so bad, but still...' All these questions and more plagued Fleur’s mind, even as she absently took the sparkling water from the bartender and sipped at it with quivering lips.

'If I agree to this, I'd be Luna’s toy for the night. She would have free reign over my every move, and could command me to do anything and everything she wanted.' Fleur took another sip from her drink, forcing it past the growing lump in her throat as she swallowed. 'The only problem is, I have no idea what Luna has in mind here. She could ask me to strip nude and masturbate in front of everypony, or take somepony into one of those rooms and do something naughty.'

Images of these scenarios and more flash in Fleur's mind, and she had to repress a shudder. If Luna so desired, she could impress upon Fleur social embarrassment and degradation the likes of which she had never known… Or she could do something that Fleur would actually enjoy.

Fleur just had to trust Luna.

If all else failed, there would be the safe word.

’Moonstone.’

“… I agree.”

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Nopony dared approach either of them. Luna and Fleur stood at the bar for nearly an hour before Hoity Toity showed his greasy face. Given their past professional relationship, it’d be unseemly if he was too bashful to approach Fleur. Still, as he slid across the ballroom floor like the snake he was, he approached with caution, and a very pronounced blush.

“My goodness, Fleur, you look incredible.” He stammered upon reaching her. Fleur gave a dainty smile and offered her hoof.

“Thank you, Hoity. It’s nice to know I can count on somepony here to be straightforward.” His lips pressing into her hoof nearly made her stomach churn; if she had been drinking anything other than sparkling water for the past hour, it most certainly would have.

“My dear, I can’t possibly see how anypony else could ever think of approaching you. Why, it’d be like trying to court a dragon for a spin on the dance floor.”

“Are you saying I’m intimidating?” Fleur teased, her smile actually turning genuine for half a moment.

“Perhaps a little… Though not nearly as much as a dragon would be…” Hoity’s aloof smile nearly made her cringe.

“Well I’m glad to hear I’m more approachable than a scaly behemoth.” Luna appeared over Hoity’s shoulder, a worrisome look on her face. Fleur gave her a surreptitious shake of the head. She could handle him this time, unlike Hearths Warming Eve. For a moment, she wondered if she could use the knowledge of Hoity’s plans that evening one week ago against him somehow… Luna must have seen the thoughts in her head though, as she quickly gave her a brief, dark look in return. Quickly dismissing the idea, Fleur raised her hoof to the bartender.

“Two martinis, please.”

“Right away, miss.” The bartender began constructing their drinks hastily, and she passed one off to Hoity once they were finished.

“To the new year, Hoity.”

“To the new year.” Hoity smiled and clinked their glasses together before taking a tentative sip. Thankfully enough, that seemed to satisfy the greasy pony, and he slid off to darken somepony else’s night. But his brief conversation with Fleur opened up a whole new batch of ponies, many of whom wanted to compliment her on her attire. It seemed Hoity had broken the proverbial ice.

She lost track of Luna just then. Somewhere in the press of ponies, she would catch a small glimpse of the princess, but she was too wrapped up with her own visitors and socialization to spare Fleur more than a passing glance. Not that Fleur minded, she was having the time of her life. Without Fancy Pants here making raucous remarks, getting drunk, and slurring his speech, she could actually unwind and enjoy herself. The previous years at this particular little engagement were suddenly thrown into stark relief as she talked, joked, laughed, and mingled.

“Over here.”

The whisper again. Fleur instinctively flinched and glanced over her shoulder, expecting Luna to be standing right behind her. Instead, the Princess was half the room away, standing in stark relief against the opening of a hallway. She had a look about her, a half-lidded, dangerous sort of expression. Fleur knew better than to disobey, so she politely excused herself from the group of ponies she was currently chatting with and went to go see what it was Luna wanted.

In the process of doing so, she lost the Princess. One moment, Luna was standing in the hallway, and the next she was gone. Fleur furrowed her brow and approached the hallway slowly. The whisper came again, setting the hairs on the back of her neck on end.

“Bathroom.”

Swallowing hard, Fleur followed the hallway, searching for a vaguely-familiar door. She found what she was looking for and quietly slipped inside. Luna was waiting for her, wearing that stunning dress and a very devious smile.

“Mistress.” Fleur whispered, lowering her gaze to the floor. “I came when you called.”

“Indeed you did, Fleur. You did well. But I have a question for you. Do you remember the types of vibrators we’ve used thus far?” Fleur could feel her throat pulse as she swallowed, her cheeks heating up immediately.

“Y-yes, mistress.”

“Do you remember one that looked like this?” At Luna’s insistence, she looked up. Luna held in her magic one of the egg vibrators with an attached console. The console itself didn’t seem to have any switches or levers on it, but instead appeared to be a slender, miniscule box. Attached to that box, however, was a black strap.

Not unlike a strap to be worn around one’s thigh.

“Y-yes, mistress… I remember that vibrator.”

“So you know what this strap is for, then?” Luna drew one step closer. Almost on instinct, Fleur felt herself take a half-step back.

“I-it’s so the console can be worn on the thigh, mistress…” Fleur whimpered. She knew what Luna had in mind, and it was devious indeed - in the most erotic way possible.

She was dripping already.

“Good job, Fleur.” Luna praised her, an appreciative smile crossing both of their faces. “You’re going to wear this now. I will turn it on when I see fit, but if the sensation ever becomes too much for you, I want you to bring up the topic of tennis.”

“T-tennis…? Mistress?” Fleur had to add the title as an afterthought.

"As intriguing as it sounds, we can’t have you beg me for mercy in the middle of a party, can we?” Luna teased, waving the console suggestively. “Turn around, lift up your skirt.”

Fleur obeyed, her deepening blush betraying the steadily rising temperature in her body. She made a note to stick to water for the rest of the night, as she was likely going to be losing a lot of fluid. Her magic gingerly lifted the hem of her skirt high enough that Luna could see everything. Her tail flipped up over her rump, giving the Princess unrestricted access to her behind, and everything nestled between her creamy thighs. She bit her lower lip as the miniature bud slipped into her already-wet marehood, feeling delightfully static and reassuring. She knew at any moment, though, the lightning would strike.

She would be walking on eggshells all night long.

“There we are. Well done, my pet. Now, lift your leg for me.” Luna’s husky voice came from right next to her ear, but this time, no spell was needed for Fleur to feel her presence; she could feel Luna press against her side, her lips brushing the soft flesh of Fleur’s ear. With a slight whimper, Fleur lifted her leg up. She could feel tension in the wire as Luna pulled the console and the strap down and around her hoof. The tension soon released as the strap slid higher along her thigh, gliding over her leggings with remarkable ease. By the time Luna tightened the console around her upper thigh, Fleur was nearly panting from the mixture of arousal and adrenaline running through her veins. The extra wire dangled between her legs, feeling strange and alien in contrast to the silky-smooth fabric of her skirt. Luna unceremoniously pulled her skirt back down just then, bringing her tail with it. When her tail fell back around her haunches, it felt almost like the key turning in the lock, securing the vibrator inside of her.

"Now, rules. Tonight, there are no rules, and therefore, no punishments. Call me mistress if we’re alone, but you can speak with me normally outside of those times.” Luna lifted her chin, pulling Fleur’s eyes around to meet her own. “Enjoy yourself, Fleur. Forget about the vibrator… If you can.”

And then she was gone, leaving Fleur very much alone in the bathroom. 'Well, as alone as I can be with a vibrator resting inside of me.' Fleur mused. She rubbed her thighs together, giving a thin, plaintive moan at the tight feeling of the strap, the static vibrator, and the dangling wire.

Bzz!

”Get going to the party, Fleur.”

“Aahn! Yes, Mistress!” Fleur jumped and scrambled out of the door, praying nopony would call attention to the musky cloud that was bound to be following her the rest of the night.

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Luna was merciless. Fleur would be in the middle of a sentence when the vibrator would switch on, making her stutter and gasp.

“So, you see, when the chancellor- AH!”

“Haha! I remember when Hoity was dancing wi- OH!”

“Oh my goodness, those pearls are magnificent! Did you get them from- MEEP!”

It went on for the remainder of the night, and Fleur quickly became an expert in passing off her random outbursts as a severe case of the hiccups. All the while, Luna would whisper in her ear, making Fleur’s thoughts turn downright naughty in the midst of Equestria’s most influential socialites.

”Look at that stallion… Goodness, his wife must be a happy mare…”

“Hmm, imagine what she tastes like… What I’d give to see you lick her…”

“Look at that dress, Fleur… I should get one for you… Then again, I’d just have to rip it off the moment I saw you in it…”

It was non-stop. The innuendos were anywhere from corny to downright distracting. It was in the midst of staring at one particularly curvy mare’s shapely hindquarters that a hoof lay on her shoulder. She jumped and turned to the intrusion on her fantasy with a blush.

“Are you okay, Fleur? You’ve been acting awfully strange this evening…” Hoity Toity wore a genuine look of concern on his face. She shrugged out of his hoof as respectably as she could, given the vibrator was currently buzzing on its lowest intensity inside of her. She was sopping wet downstairs, and had caught tendrils of her own musk wafting past her nose now and then. She glanced furtively about for Luna, hoping she could beg the princess to stop the vibrator with a look, but she was nowhere to be found. Fleur took a deep breath, doing her best to compose herself again.

“I’m fine, thanks, Hoity… Just a bit too much to drink.” Her voice wavered, but thankfully Luna didn’t flicker the vibrator, making her stutter and squeak. “Curse these infernal hiccups.”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said they weren’t livening up the party quite a bit, but you seemed distracted, perhaps a bit tired, even. Now, I came to tell you that midnight’s almost upon us. I know you’ve had a bit much to drink, but here.” He handed a martini off to her, smiling his trademark greasy smile. Fleur accepted the drink and cursed herself for losing track of the time. This was her favorite part of the party, counting down and hollering with everypony else as the new year rolled in.

“May I?” Hoity offered his hoof to her. She took the drink and his hoof graciously, making her way with him back towards the main group of ponies. They had all gathered around a large clock in the center of the ballroom, chatting excitedly as the seconds counted down. It was 11:57; only three minutes to go.

”Hmm… This is going to be fun.” The whisper made her skin crawl. The vibrator stopped its incessant buzzing. These moments were the worst, since she didn’t know if or when it would turn on again. Hoity released her, but remained at her side. Thankfully, he engaged in conversation with some other banker stallion to his left, leaving her free to stand there and stew with her drink.

”Prepare yourself, Fleur… And do try to be quiet?”

“What is she- HNN!” The vibrator blasted to full intensity in a flash, making every muscle in Fleur’s body go rigid. Her eyes snapped wide open, and she stood quivering on the spot as it buzzed away inside of her. She could almost hear it over the din of conversation. Fleur anxiously looked up at the clock just as the second hand ticked over to 11:58. Only two minutes to go, but at the moment, it may as well have been two hours.

Just as Fleur was sure she couldn’t hold back her orgasm any longer, the vibrator died off, leaving her standing with weak knees.

”Aah, aah, aah… Not yet, Fleur.”

Hoity was still chatting with his friend. She slipped away, praying she could find solace in the bathroom. She was about to burst. But before she could make it three steps, a firm pressure wound around her chest. She could hear the magic as it gripped her, holding her in place.

”Don’t think you can leave, either… Stand right there as the countdown goes.”

“Fuck you, Luna.” Fleur grit her teeth and breathed a silent curse to her dom, her muscles shaking.

”Ooh, that was delightfully naughty, my little pet…”

’Fuck, she heard me!’ Fleur cursed herself now, her heart thundering against her ribcage.

She glanced again at the clock; 11:59. Ponies were starting to grow silent now, waiting for the second hand to inch towards the mark where they would start counting down.

Thirty seconds to go. Fleur sipped her drink to try to calm her nerves.

Twenty seconds to go. She inhaled deeply, watching the second hand inch on.

Fifteen seconds.

“Everypony ready? Here we go!”

”Ten!”

The vibrator turned on.

”Nine!”

Fleur’s breath caught in her throat.

”Eight!”

Her muscles quivered.

”Seven!”

The buzzing intensified. Level two

’ How many levels were there again?’

”Six!”

The excitement in the air began to rise. The countdown chant was getting louder and louder. Ponies were pressing closer to her, and Fleur was halfway to orgasm.

”Five!”

“T-t…”

”Four!”

The vibrator hit level three.

”Three!”

“Ten… Tenni-HNN!”

”TWO!”

Time could have stopped. Fleur looked up just as it hit.

”HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

“AAAAAHN!”

Fleur started the new year with a bang… And a puddle.