Moonstone – Chapter 11 "A Brief Respite" - Part 2

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The month passed by rather quickly. Between Luna’s more amiable gifts and the early-year rush, Fleur remained busy with social engagements, charities, and various other tasks. Whatever free time Fleur had was spent familiarizing herself with the equipment she had been given. Not the anal package, as it were, but the others. Over the course of a month, Fleur had become intimately familiar with her new repertoire. She could get into and out of the body harness on her own, tie and untie herself with magic, and was beginning to get a feel for her limit – the point where she didn’t feel comfortable passing. She had tenuously hoofed that line a few times, and each time had been an eye-opening experience for her. The first, she nearly screamed. The second, she couldn’t feel her hooves. And the last, most recent one, she had to lie in the shower for almost an hour before feeling returned to her lower legs.

But now, after a month of experience, Fleur could legitimately say she was getting comfortable with being helpless. She had tied herself up with vibrators buzzing away at her clitoris, hoof-cuffed herself to her bedpost for a full hour, and ridden dildos for exceptional amounts of time. She had even gone so far as to take photos of herself in the body harness, making an extra copy of the alluring spread to give to the Princess.

The anal package, however, remained untouched. It wasn’t that she was scared or apprehensive… Just disinclined. The book that came with that portion of her gifts had gone into some rather frightening and absurd details that were still fresh in her memory. Even now, the mere thought of the hygiene procedures required sent a small shudder down her spine.

'Spend a whole day doing Celestia-knows-what to my rear-end just to prepare?' she grumbled to herself. 'This can't possibly be worth the trouble.'

As she killed the batteries on the first dildo, though, Fleur began to realize she was growing tired of her new collection of toys. As varied and pleasurable as they were, what she had been given was but a small fraction of the arsenal that her dom had at her disposal. Granted, there were still different types of ropes for her to try, but she had more-or-less exhausted all the knots she could use on herself.

Fleur’s self-restraint exercises seldom bound more than just her legs, yet she knew that she had barely even scratched the surface of what ropes and binds could do for and to her. There were ways to tie a pony up that took almost a full half an hour of winding, knotting, cinching, and maneuvering before they were complete. Some of them were utterly debilitating, leaving a pony so spread apart that their dom would have no choice but to look at something lewd, no matter the angle they approached. Others were discreet, designed to intimately hug a pony's body, making them feel tightly bound. Branded.

Owned.

These scenarios excited Fleur the most, but they were also the ones that Fleur couldn't do without Luna present. They were too complex, too difficult, and most importantly, dangerous. Fleur had already cut her circulation off with her most recent edge-discovering fiasco, and that wasn’t something she wanted to revisit. Feeling disinterested in anything else her toys offered, Fleur let out a slightly exasperated sigh and reached again for the book on anal care.

The first page of the book was a diagram designed to help the reader identify all of the pieces that made up the kit. A quick burst of magic levitated the box that contained the gear over to her, and Fleur began carefully laying out the equipment in front of her.

All-in-all, there were seven pieces. The first and foremost was an enema bulb, the most basic of tools for anal hygiene. Using this and a combination of soapy, hot water and ointment, she would clean her backside of any… Undesirable materials. The ointment itself was the second piece of the kit. She skimmed the label and discovered this was simply a numbing agent, designed to help deaden her nerves to the pain. The book was very adamant on that point; there would be pain the first time - perhaps even the first couple of times. With proper training and care, however, she would soon feel nothing but pleasure.

She grimaced and moved on. The enema bulb and the ointment gave way to what was arguably the most important two pieces of the entire set: a relatively large bottle of silicone-based lubricant and an applicator. Like the enema bulb, the applicator was intended to deposit a discharge inside. As she read the instructions for the applicator, Fleur felt her muscles in that area clench for what felt like the thousandth time. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. Her anus lacked the natural mucous glands that her vagina did, and therefore was unable to produce lubrication naturally. Granted, with as much as she squirted, they could likely use her own, but this was a safer and more reliable alternative. And, according to the book, much more fun. It also doubled as a sterilizer of sorts, and the book recommended using a healthy dose on anything that would be inserted into her anus, no matter how big or small.

The last three items were a little more daunting. The first of them was a very simple set of anal beads. There were five of them strung together, each the same size as the one before it. The string ended in a simple iron ring, large enough for somepony to bite down on it. The book recommended starting with these the first time, as they were simple and didn’t push limits at all.

The second was effectively a vibrator, though it was shaped differently from any of the ones Fleur had used to date. According to the text, this vibrator was designed to stimulate the prostate directly, and looked like a smaller version of the vibrators that were designed specifically to stimulate a pony's g-spot.

The last piece, though, had Fleur tensing muscles she didn’t even know she had. It could best be described as a cone of sorts, with a wide base that tapered into a relatively slender cylinder, a small disc sitting on top of the whole thing. This ‘plug’ was intended to be inserted all the way past the base of the cone, until her sphincter tightened around the cylinder; the disc would then rest against her, keeping the whole thing from sliding in. There was a long section of the book devoted to ‘anal exercise,’ and the utilization of these sorts of plugs. Apparently this was the smallest the market offered, and was a starting point for anypony interested. Still, as Fleur looked at the thing, she felt intimidated.

’Baby steps’ she told herself. Fleur took a deep breath and set the book aside, looking over the collection of anal gear. She teetered on the edge of indecision, her lower lip drawn between her teeth. ’Do I really want to go through with this?’ Her eyes glided over each piece, running through the notes she had assimilated in her head over the past month - What each piece was for, where it went, what it did, what its purpose was… She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and much to her surprise, a small bit of arousal trickle down her thigh.

“Okay.” She said to nopony in particular. “Let’s do this.” Resigned to her fate, Fleur picked up the enema bulb, the lubricant, and the ointment in her magic and headed down the hallway. A thought hit her as she walked, and Fleur changed directions, heading for the smaller guest bathroom on the ground floor. 'The master bathroom is far more comfortable, but I am not cleaning the whole thing again just to take a shower.' After entering the bathroom, Fleur set the items down on the counter, and quickly realized that she forgot the instructional book. Cursing the small delay, she hurried out to fetch the book, and opened it to the appropriate page.

The tools were in place, and the knowledge was at-hoof. Steeling herself for the task, Fleur began the preparations before her mind could second-guess itself again.

First step, she had to ready the solution. She plugged the drain in the sink and began to fill the basin with hot water, the recommended type of soap from the book, and the ointment - which she used in abundance.

'At this point, there's no such thing as too much ointment.' Once the sink was filled, she took a careful breath and moved onto the next step - exterior cleaning.

This was, essentially, just a thorough wiping. The book cautioned she might be on or near the toilet for a few hours from this point onwards, so she went to fetch a different book to read to pass the time. Then, with no small amount of blushing or trepidation, she settled on the toilet and set to the task.

“Okay,” She breathed, flushing down the toilet paper. “First step completed. Now…” She glanced at the sink filled with soapy water, and the enema bulb sitting right next to it. “Now…”

’No guts no glory, right?’ Fleur slowly filled the bulb with a healthy dosage of water, grimacing as she squeezed a healthy drop of lubricant onto the pointed tip. In just a few moments, she’d be flooded with this stuff, but that was the whole point of this drill. She’d push it in and pass it out, along with all of the undesirable stuff inside. ’Lather, rinse, repeat’, indeed.’

The book assured her that after this first time, doing this regularly became commonplace. Eventually, she’d be able to clean herself with just one bulb before intercourse. And, if she trusted Luna, which she did, her dom could do it for her. The mere thought of the Princess brought a flush to Fleur’s cheeks.

’No time for that now - concentrate.’ she mentally chastised herself. Fleur levitated the bulb between her legs and down into the bowl. The pointed tip rubbed against her in places that made her tense and whimper.

’How am I supposed to do this without seeing where I’m putting it?’ Gnawing her lower lip in concentration, Fleur rubbed around until she was sure it was in…

’It’s in, right?’

Hesitantly, she pushed down on the bulb.

“Aah! Wrong hole! Wrong hole!” The hot water flooded into Fleur’s vagina, making her curse and jump up from the toilet. Her hooves scrabbled all over, and she was relatively sure she dropped the bulb into the water. Cursing, dripping, and feeling much more embarrassed than she should have any right to, Fleur looked at the mess.

“Well…” She sighed, “Trial and error.”

It took three more tries until Fleur found the proper hole. And even then, the sensation was highly unpleasant. Pushing water into her anus left Fleur feeling bloated, and even worse, passing the solution along with whatever else was a sloppy, blush-inducing affair. She had to break for three showers, two fetal-position-crying breaks, and an unexpected delivery mare. The last had been greeted by a very flustered Fleur, who signed for the package and nearly slammed the door on her.

But, at long last, Fleur had done it. Nevermind how much ointment she had wasted rinsing the bulb out after dropping it into the toilet, or the messy feel she had downstairs, she had done it. A dozen cycles of ointment, soap, and hot water into her anus had left Fleur feeling clean, sanitary, and to be perfectly honest, a little slippery. She had gone until the discharge from the enema was as clear and soapy as it had been going in. Now, according to the book, she would be ready for anal stimulation.

Fleur was back upstairs in her own bedroom, having taken another long, hot shower after cleaning her mess downstairs. She was staring at three items: her go-to vibrator, a bottle of lubricant, and the set of anal beads from the kit. Cautiously, Fleur lifted the strung-together contraption, her cheeks heating thoroughly.

“The things I do for you, Luna…”

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February sixth. Fleur had been looking forward to this day for weeks. She hadn’t seen her dom in over a month, and that was too long to go without. After receiving a letter promising an overnight stay at the palace, Fleur had scheduled around tonight and the next day with haste. She was free of obligation, and sporting something she knew Luna would enjoy.

She had managed to consolidate her collection of gear as well. Now, everything, including the body harness, fit into two suitcases. Wearing a thick, heavy coat, she hauled both bags onto the cart that would take her to the castle. Much to her surprise, Charcoal greeted her on the drive.

“Hello again, Ms. De Lis.” Charcoal beamed as he levitated her bags out of the cart. “Princess Luna has been expecting you.”

“Thank you, Charcoal.” Fleur beamed at the friendly unicorn, cinching the neck of her coat up tightly against the chilly air. “I hope I haven’t kept her waiting.”

“Princess Luna is nothing if not patient,” Charcoal chuckled, sweeping a hoof out to invite her inside. Fleur winked at him as they entered the castle proper. Being escorted by Charcoal meant Fleur didn’t have to settle for the back hallways and service corridors. She was well-known as the Princess’ close friend now, and seeing her at the palace was commonplace. Or at least, it was bound to be soon.

They arrived in good time, and Charcoal left her with her bags and a smile. “Enjoy your evening with the Princess, Ms. De Lis. She’s missed you these past few weeks.”

“Thank you again, Charcoal.” Fleur glanced about before leaning in to give him a friendly peck on the cheek. “You’ve been a very big help.”

“N-nothing to it, ma’am.” Charcoal stuttered, blushing deeply. Fleur gave him a girlish chuckle and a wink as she slipped into Luna’s quarters. The door shut behind her with a sense of finality. She breathed out excitedly as Luna turned to face her.

“Fleur. So good to see you aga-” Luna’s expression quickly turned from warm to shocked, and then to something devious as Fleur shrugged out of her coat, already sporting the collar.

“It’s good to see you too… Mistress…”

“Oh? I suppose we ought not to waste any time, then…” Luna grinned mischievously as she approached Fleur. “Tell me, my pet, how badly did you miss your master?”

“So much… Mistress.” Fleur panted, her cheeks steadily growing flushed. Before, she could attribute it to the chill air, but now, Fleur was blushing from something else entirely. Swallowing hard, she peered up at Luna.

“Show me how much you missed me, Fleur.” Luna lifted a hoof, idly spinning it in a circle. “Turn around, and lift your tail.”

’Here it comes...’ Fleur’s smile was every bit as devious as the Princess’.

When she obeyed, she could hear Luna’s breath come up short.

Dangling from her pert little rosebud was a slender thread ending in a ring.