Moonstone – Chapter 11 “A Brief Respite” - Part 1

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'Oh no... Not here, not now!'

Fleur didn't have to even look to realize that she had squirted - a lot. The back of her dress and the inside of her thighs were soaked, and judging by the rapidly-expanding puddle at her hooves, the floor wasn't far behind. Anxiety and a healthy amount of fear quickly overtook Fleur, and she began quivering on the spot.

’Did anypony notice? Can I get away?’

A firm pressure ripped her martini glass out of her magic. She gasped as the glass tumbled to the floor, shattering on impact. The sound of broken glass rang out all around her, and she reflexively jumped back as some of the contents of her drink splashed back onto her leggings. Her face was a mixture of confusion and horror as she looked down to see the contents of her drink now mixing with her release. Then, like a match against flint, a thought struck Fleur. She looked around and saw that at least four other ponies had dropped their own drinks at nearly the same time. All of the dropped drinks just so happened to dump their contents in just the right places to thoroughly obscure the more personalized puddle that she had just left behind.

At least now she had a viable reason to run to the bathroom. The ponies around her were too busy calling for waiters to bring towels over and sop up the mess to ask why she was leaving, much less why they had all very inexplicably dropped their drinks at the same time.

Cutting through the crowd as quickly as she could, Fleur let out a heavy sigh as she finally slipped into the bathroom.

“You made quite the mess out there, my pet.”

“Gah!” Fleur gasped as Luna materialized right in front of her, setting her heart to galloping as fast as a track pony. Luna just smiled at her and passed off a towel.

“Clean yourself up and take off your leggings.”

“Y-yes, mistress.” Fleur obeyed, stripping the alcohol-and-cum sodden leggings from her slender legs. As she did so, she held her breath a bit at the rather unpleasant scent of her release mixed with alcohol.

'Well, these are definitely ruined' she mused, but the thought had barely crossed her mind when Luna levitated them away and began enveloping them in a magical aura. As she pulled the vibrator out of her dripping slit and dabbed the area with the towel, Luna buffed all of the stains out of the sheer leggings, leaving them as clean and pristine as the day they were made.

“That was fun, was it not?” Luna teased, passing the leggings back to Fleur, who carefully folded them and tucked them into the waistline of her dress.

“I’m just lucky everypony dropped their drinks just then…” Fleur blushed, looking down at the ground.

“That’s one way to put it...” Luna's words may have been opaque, but the teasing smile on her face spoke volumes. Fleur gave her an appraising stare for a second, and then it all clicked in her head; the feeling of magic around her, nearly a half dozen drinks spilling at once, and all right on top of her own release...

“You did that…” Fleur mused, breathing up at Luna.

“Indeed I did. I had a contingency, just in case you happened to make a mess; and like I said, there was no punishment for doing so. To be honest, I think your self-shame would have sufficed anyways. Most importantly, Fleur…” Luna hoisted the glistening vibrator into the air with a very pointed grin.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Fleur’s thighs squirmed as she grinned up at Luna.

“Actually, I was going to ask… Maybe I could keep it in me… On the way out?”

Luna looked at her for a few long moments before breaking into a devious grin.

“… Put your leggings back on, my pet.”

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For Fleur, leaving the party at Luna’s side with the vibrator still buzzing inside of her had been a blush-inducing experience, to say nothing of the chilly and muscle-straining walk back to the castle.

Much to her dismay, she and Luna did not engage in another full-blown session upon their return to the castle. However, she was not left totally unfulfilled; upon reaching her bedroom, the Princess pulled Fleur up onto her bed and engaged in some delightful cunnilingus. Fleur was hoping for more hoof-cuffs, or perhaps another rope or two, but she certainly didn't mind the four mind-blowing orgasms that Luna's magnificently skilled tongue drove her to, or the very unexpected opportunity to return the favor. Luna’s taste lingered on her tongue like a medicine - a very delicious, arousal-inducing medicine.

Their unofficial 'session' over, they indulged in a luxurious bath, then retired to Luna's bedroom. Fleur was all smiles in the aftermath of what was arguably her best New Years party yet. But Luna seemed a touch withdrawn… Or maybe that was just Fleur’s exhausted mind playing tricks on her. Whatever the case, Fleur's eyes closed as soon as her head hit the pillow. In her dreams, Fleur went on a flight of fancy the likes of which she’d never even imagined was possible before meeting Luna. She imagined being caught at the party with the vibrator inside of her, and then showcased for everypony there. The dream persisted all through the night; as did the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She awoke well into the morning, blinking away the sleep with a soft, contended groan. Luna was missing, but the bedroom didn’t seem large or imposing. The cool grey January light filtered through the windows, but was softened by the candles glowing about the room. ’This is a perfect day to sleep in’ she thought to herself. She was about to tuck herself back into the warm sheets when a hoofservant suddenly stepped into the bedchamber. Caught totally by surprise, Fleur jumped a bit and scrambled to cover herself. As she hurriedly grabbed the sheets around her upper body, she silently prayed that the vibrator from last night was lost somewhere in the tangle of fabric; and not exposed for this poor, unwitting hoofservant to see.

“Eer, pardon me, Ms. De Lis…” The hoofservant blushed and tried to look anywhere but at the bed. “B-but the Princess has tasked me to come… Eer, escort you from the castle.”

“Oh.” Fleur’s voice fell, her heart returning to its normal pace. “I, uuh… Give me a few moments to prepare?” Fleur requested meekly. Somehow, she couldn’t help but get the feeling she was being forcibly excused. The hoofservant responded with a curt nod of his head and a low, well-practiced bow.

“She instructed me to let you take as long as you needed. It’s just that the Princess is awfully busy today, and won’t have time to tend to you herself until late tomorrow. She apologizes immensely, and has sent a gift for you.”

“Oh. Well then.” Fleur’s hopes were lifted when she discovered it wasn’t Luna dismissing her, just that her dom was busy. With a slight smirk, she realized the new year likely meant a lot of paperwork for the throne. The hoofservant bowed out of the room, leaving her to gather her thoughts and meager possessions. She left her dress and leggings on the bedstand; it seemed Luna rather enjoyed them both. After grabbing her toiletry bag from the bathroom, Fleur exited the bedchamber, using her magic to lift her heavy coat from the adjacent coat rack as she passed.

She had just stepped out into the hallway when she came to a sudden stop.

“Eer, what is this?” She asked, looking the rather large pile over.

“Your gift, Ms. De Lis. From Princess Luna.” There was a small mountain of packages, each individually wrapped and sporting a frilly bow. They ranged in size from small boxes that were no larger than her hoof to one particularly intimidating parcel that was easily as large as a well-endowed pony’s torso.

“There is this, as well.” Fleur furrowed her brow a bit as the hoofservant passed a plain white envelope to her. “For your eyes only.” He muttered courteously. Looking at the otherwise unassuming envelope, Fleur immediately recognized the presence of an enhanced security spell. Such spells were very difficult to cast, and could only be broken by the pony to whom the spell was specifically tailored. Focusing on the contours of the spell, she quickly recognized the texture of Luna's magic over the envelope. It was immensely powerful, yet constructed with as much precision and care as the finest silks in the kingdom.

'Raw power honed to an incredible degree of balance... Just like the goddess that cast the spell.' She mused to herself. Whatever was in the letter, Fleur knew she couldn't risk opening it in front of the hoofservant; she needed to get home first.

“Thank you for all of your help today, but I’m afraid I must ask another favor… Could you help me get all of this home?”

“It’d be my pleasure, ma’am.” The hoofservant beamed as his horn blazed to life, and he hoisted all of the packages with ease. Gesturing with his hoof, he invited Fleur to lead them.

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The pony, whose name she discovered to be a very literal iteration of his coat color, was Charcoal; a hoofservant to Princess Luna herself. He was a very skilled unicorn, and didn't even break a sweat as he kept the parcels held in his magic through the entire journey from the castle to her home, including a rather bumpy carriage ride. He was relatively quiet, but Fleur had been able to pry his name and occupation from him with a few warm smiles and a sly wink or two.

'Well, I suppose I haven't totally lost my feminine charm.' she thought, suppressing a small chuckle at her own humor. 'Then again, I was never that charming to begin with. I certainly don't expect to be charming the crown right off of Luna's gorgeous head, that's for sure...' She had just begun to brood on why that was when the cart arrived in front of her home. The hoofservant very respectfully deposited Fleur’s ‘gifts’ and excused himself. As the carriage retreated in her field of vision, a slow realization passed over Fleur; for the first time in the past two days, she was utterly, totally, and completely alone.

Her home suddenly seemed much larger than it had ever before. Even immediately following her divorce, Fleur’s home was seldom unfilled; there was usually the friendly maid who kept the place clean, or one of Fleur’s fellow socialites, or a new business partner to entertain, or something! Now, the house was totally empty, save for Fleur, her increasingly swirling thoughts, and a rather large pile of presents from Luna.

Reaching out with her magic, Fleur lifted all of the items and levitated them upstairs to her bedroom, a smile growing on her muzzle with every step. They were all relatively dense, and in the case of one of them, extremely heavy; Fleur was panting with exertion by the time she reached the upstairs bedroom. She wiped a line of sweat from her brow as she set the array of packages down, leaning up against the nearby wall to catch her breath. As she looked again at the sheer volume of stuff in front of her, she realized a much deeper appreciation for Charcoal's magical prowess. Despite her tired condition, Fleur decided to open the gifts before taking a shower.

'After I shower, I'm going to bed, so I might as well unwrap these and dispose of the paper trash first.' she thought to herself as she padded over to the pile of gifts

As she opened the first box, Fleur quickly discovered that in addition to discarded wrapping paper, she was likely going to be cleaning up sweat as well as some... Other fluids. Her core muscles contracted immediately, as if on reflex, as she looked down at a mirror replica of the vibrator Luna had tormented her with just last night. Swallowing, Fleur decided it was time to open that letter Luna had given her.

Fleur-

Happy New Year! I’m very excited – and moderately anxious – to rein in the new year with you by my side. I’m writing this a few days in advance, but provided my plans go as I predicted, last night’s party was truly one to remember. As it stands, I’m afraid the beginning of the new year is a dreadfully busy time for both myself and Princess Celestia. There are many matters of state that we must attend to, and much work to be done.

Have heart, my little pet… For the packages this letter has been sent with contain some very helpful and time-occupying devices. (Not implying your schedule won’t keep you busy as well.) I have an exercise for you, to be taken at your leisure (Should you choose to accept it at all) while we work through this busy period.

I’ve included further directions in the related packages. Again, no pressure here, but it’s almost commonplace for us to indulge in some extra activities as this little arrangement progresses. The boxes marked with the silver bow I would save for last; all the others are my gifts to you, from an appreciative dom to a brilliant sub… And from one friend to another.

Enjoy, and remember! Silver-bow-boxes last.

Yours,

-Princess Luna

’Assignment?’ Fleur found herself wondering as she began to note that a number of the boxes were adorned with a silver, lacy bow. Furrowing her brow slightly, she began to separate the silver-bowed boxes from the regular ones, which she happily noted were adorned with white and pink bows. Fleur smiled warmly at the attention to detail in the bows; Luna was full of mystery and intrigue, but she also seemed to have a very girlish charm about her. Still, Fleur couldn’t contain her excitement as she opened the first few boxes. She looked inside of the first box and her breath caught in her throat.

She was definitely going to need a shower after this.

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Luna’s presents were definitely of a 'personal' nature, but they were just as magnificent as anything Fleur had ever received, and they handily beat the fancy diamonds and over-wrought dresses that Fancy Pants had been wont to throw at her.

Inside the ‘normal’ boxes, Fleur had received a plethora of BDSM gear, all of which was designed to (or at least could be re-appropriated to) be used by herself. There were two different dildos, a set of four vibrators in various sizes to go with the single console-based one she had first unwrapped, a mirror to the collar that she wore whenever she and Luna engaged in a session, another ball gag, and a full-body harness. 'Hmm... I'll figure that out later.' She thought to herself as she pushed the opened gifts off to one side.

The final ‘normal’ box contained a full set of bundled and knotted rope, chains, hoof-cuffs and and many other devices that were clearly designed to render a pony immobile. Digging to the bottom of the box, Fleur was rewarded with two fairly thick books; one offering invaluable advice on tying, improving, and escaping from all manner of knots, ropes, and harnesses, and another detailing the proper care and maintenance of all of the equipment she had just been given.

But nothing could have prepared her for what lie in the silver-bow boxes.

The first box opened with a glimmer of magic, and another envelope materialized in the air before her. Fleur chuckled and cracked it open, reading the contents with interest. Her interest, however, quickly turned to something else.

Fleur,

Be forewarned – anal intercourse is not for everypony. For some, it is incredibly uncomfortable and even a little bit painful. But for those of us who know and understand prostate stimulation - and hygiene - it’s incredibly enjoyable. In these packages you’re going to find what could best be described as an introduction kit of sorts.

Your assignment, as I mentioned in the letter before this, is as such: Clean your anus, and follow the exercise booklet contained in one of these boxes. Then, should you feel ready, try masturbating while using one of the included sets of anal beads. If you follow the guidance and instruction, I think you will find the experience to be very pleasurable.

Again, this is only to be indulged in at your discretion. Should you so choose, the two of us will resign ourselves to engaging solely in vaginal stimulation and nothing else.

However, I must recommend, both as a practitioner and an active user of anal stimulation, you try it at least once.

Sincerely yours,

-Princess Luna

Fleur frowned at the silver-bow boxes now, her heart thundering in her ears.

’Anal? As in, tail-hole anal? Like, the place that we… Eew!’

Fleur felt her abdominal muscles tighten at the mere thought. She re-read Luna’s second letter before looking tentatively at the miniature assortment of boxes. Granted, they were the minority of the ones provided to her already, but that didn’t change her feelings at whatever their contents might be. Shuddering, she lifted the first one…

Thankfully, it was just a book on proper hygiene and personal care. 'A book? Well, this seems like a good, safe place to start.' Fleur thought to herself. Leaving the rest of the boxes unopened for now, Fleur began to leaf through the short book, and quickly became enraptured with the surprisingly informative and eye-opening contents. Swallowing past her apprehension, Fleur retired to her den and began to read.