Moonstone – Chapter 14 “Expo(sed)”

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Fleur slouched in her seat a bit, looking out of the window as their train pulled out of Canterlot, destined for Trottingham and what was allegedly the largest and most prominent BDSM expo in all of Equestria. Bigger even than the one in Canterlot. She didn’t quite feel like herself at the moment; then again, she didn’t look it either. “Remind me again,” Fleur grimaced down at her petite hooves and short, stubby-feeling legs. “Why we have to wear disguises.”

"Come on, Fleur. Or, should I say Cerulean..." Luna – or Aurora, as she had taken to calling herself – rolled her eyes patronizingly. “Do you really think we can go to a BDSM expo without being recognized?”

“You, I understand… But why me? Why do I have to be disguised?” She disliked being short; except when it was around Luna. Granted, she was normally shorter than Luna, but now she was shorter than everypony else as well.

“I think you’re going to be surprised how many from your ‘inner circle’ attend this event.” Luna whispered cryptically. Fleur shuddered, as it felt almost like Luna had whispered right into her ear, even though she was seated across the short aisle from her. Despite the unassuming disguise, Luna was still as mysterious and powerful as she had ever been. 'I still don't like being this short though.' Fleur grumbled a bit as she took a more careful look at their disguises, seemingly resigning herself to the temporary new look.

Luna wore the guise of a slender, tall white unicorn mare, not unlike Fleur used to look. Instead of a magnificent, long mane, though, Luna’s raven-black hair hung in a whip-tight braid down the side of her neck. Her tail was relatively short, and Fleur was certain it would eventually be braided as well. What’s more, ‘Aurora’s’ cutie mark was a very distinct picture of a leather riding crop. 'Hmm, never experienced one of those before, she thought as she gazed at the new mark adorning Luna's disguised flank. 'But I have a feeling that won't be the case before the end of this expo...'

Fleur - or Cerulean as she was now to be known - was on the opposite end of the spectrum. She had been filled out as compensation, but she was still short. ’Still too damn short.’ Her coat was a rather nice shade of sky blue to offset her platinum-blonde mane and tail, and her cutie mark resembled two metallic rings intertwined. Her cover was that she was a wedding planner, and also ‘Aurora’s’ sub.

There were maybe a dozen ponies she had passed on the street on their way to the train station that were as tall as she was, and the one pony that she found to be shorter than her didn’t have their cutie mark yet. Needless to say, Fleur didn’t quite feel happy with her disguise. Luna was tall and slender and very beautiful in her mysterious, domineering sort of way. Fleur, on the other hoof, felt rather ugly, and a little bit pudgy to boot.

Fleur felt rather heated under the gaze of Luna’s new form. The princess had dropped almost all of her previous demeanor, where she would be kind and compassionate up until the moment they started a session. Now, she seemed to always be hard and unforgiving. The walk to the train station had been rather eventful, and eye-opening as well. They seemed to be among a relatively large group of ponies bound for the expo as well, so Luna got the chance to chat it up about popular domineering tactics. It also gave her a chance to cow Fleur into submission in public. At least to an extent.

She may not have been wearing her collar, but simply being around Luna’s disguised self made Fleur feel rather intimidated. She fell silent and averted her gaze to the ground whenever a new pony approached Luna. She was even introduced as ‘my sub, Cerulean’ a few times. While the name felt nice, Fleur was more intrigued by the title preceding it. Luna had come straight out and announced her as her very own sub in front of other ponies! Each time, Fleur gave a dainty curtsy but remained silent otherwise. She was actually kind of enjoying the role of ‘quiet, obedient sub.’

“There are some things you want to talk about, huh?” Luna leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she peered at Fleur.

“A few, yeah…” Fleur admitted as her mind sifted through the rush of questions that had filled her mind in the last few days. The whole ordeal with the wedding had been a rather eye-opening experience, filled to the brim with some rather mysterious revelations and intriguing notions. It was hardly a week after the wedding when Luna had suddenly appeared in her home and commanded Fleur to pack her bags for a trip to a BDSM expo. Fleur, not being one to question her dom’s strict commands, packed immediately. But she still had a few serious questions; chiefly, ‘doesn’t Equestria need you right now?’

‘Equestria needs a princess who is better capable of handling this threat than I. I’m simply not cut out for this sort of debacle… Not right now.’ Luna had fallen silent after that, doing nothing but urging Fleur to pack with increasing urgency.

Then came the disguises. Luna had cast a pair of extremely powerful spells on both herself and Fleur, transforming them quickly and painlessly. Fleur had originally been very excited to wear a new skin, but it seemed Luna had ulterior motives for doing such a thing - she didn’t want either of them to be recognized. While that much was understandable, Fleur secretly yearned for the day when she could openly and unabashedly be Luna’s sub. A day that very likely might never come, but she could still wish for it.

After a long walk to the train station and some rather eye-opening conversations between Luna and several other doms and subs, they were now alone in their train car, rattling along uphill towards Trottingham.

“We have some time.” Luna mused, settling into her bench comfortably. “Why don’t we have that talk now?”

“Okay…” Fleur sighed and took a deep breath, wincing inwardly at the different tone to her voice. She paused for another moment before choosing a question at random from the dozens that were swirling around her mind. “What are changelings?”

“Changelings are creatures from lands beyond the long-lost Crystal Empire whose sole purpose is to thrive off of love.” Luna began, talking rather succinctly. “They impersonate ponies, sometimes incapacitating or even killing the ones they disguise themselves as. They then effectively take their place, feeding off of whoever loves the pony they’re disguised as.”

“So Cadance…”

“Was a changeling.” Luna nodded to affirm the point. “More so, the changeling impersonating Cadance was the queen of the changelings, Chrysalis. She used Shining Armor’s love for Cadance to become even more powerful than Celestia.”

“Now there’s a frightening thought.” Fleur shuddered. “Even more powerful than Celestia? Does that mean she could have… Overpowered you?”

“It’s very likely.” Luna nodded solemnly. “I had considered the possibility, so when I discovered her, I ran.” Luna’s cheeks darkened suddenly, though. Fleur got the impression there was something more to it than that. For once, she decided to press the point.

“I don’t think so,” Fleur looked straight into Luna’s eyes. “I think you could have handled Chrysalis. Was there another reason you ran?” Luna’s mouth opened for a brief moment, but she closed it again. 'Ha, I knew there was something else, some other reason why she ran.' Fleur remained silent, but kept up a steady, piercing gaze at Luna, who returned it with a dark expression that would have sent a lesser pony screaming in fright. The stoicism faded as quickly as it appeared though. Luna had been called out, and she knew it.

“There was.” Luna finally admitted. “I… Well, I wanted to protect… You.” Luna blushed, casting her gaze at the floor. “I knew it’d take a powerful changeling to take Cadance’s place, and where one powerful changeling is, there are several others. If… If failed, or if that changeling escaped, chances are they’d do so with the knowledge of who I… Who I cared for. Then their next target would have been you.” Luna met Fleur’s eyes once more, her own brimming with tears. “I couldn’t bear the thought of them getting their hooves on you. Or even worse, using you against me. So I ran, and I did what I could to protect you.” Luna looked back down at the floor, two tears dripping out of her eyes.

“To protect myself.”

Fleur watched Luna struggle with her tears before slipping out of her seat to curl up next to her.

“I’m sorry, Luna…” She whispered. “I didn’t know I meant so much to you… I didn’t know you were so worried about me.” ’I didn’t know I even COULD be used against her…’ Fleur added as an afterthought. Luna looped her hooves around Fleur, drawing them close together for a few moments. Luna’s words from the wedding came back to her.

”I’ve brought you here because I can’t stand the thought of losing you, Fleur. Because you being hurt scares me more than anything…

“Because I love you, Fleur.”

Luna had forcibly removed herself from a very important struggle just to protect Fleur. If that wasn’t love, Fleur didn’t know what was. She sighed into the simple embrace, a smile painted across her lips. Luna gingerly stroked her mane, humming her contentment. And Fleur had to admit, she did feel content.

’This is really nice. It’s just like how I felt when I first met Fancy… But we were not meant to be. Here, like this, even if we’re disguised, I can actually FEEL Luna…’ Fleur buried her nose into Luna’s chest, inhaling her scent deeply. 'Hmm, she even smells different too... Like leather and lotion. A mare could get used to this...'

“Fleur,” Luna pulled her head away tenderly. “Why don’t we go over our aliases?”

“Good idea.”

“Of course it’s a good idea,” Luna’s horn glowed as a leather collar materialized from nowhere and snapped around Fleur’s neck. She gasped as her eyes went wide. “All of my ideas are good.”

“M-mistress…?”

“Sit on the other bench, Cerulean.” Luna crossed her legs, looking rather poised and dignified just then. Fleur had no choice but to obey; she was wearing the collar, and like it or not, a session had begun. She knew the spells Luna had cast on their cabin kept sound from escaping, so she really didn’t have to worry if things got too noisy. She slipped up onto the bench, her cheeks heated up thoroughly. Luna – or rather, Aurora – looked her up and down in a very pointed fashion.

“What’s my name?” Aurora cooed.

“Aurora, mistress.” Fleur squeaked. Her voice was so high-pitched and thin. Fleur almost felt like a filly once more.

“And what’s your name?”

“Cerulean, Mistress.”

“Good… Now tell me, what are our professions?”

“I… I’m a wedding planner, mistress… And you own a BDSM boutique in Horseshoe Bay.”

“Hmm… I’m glad I got your disguise right.” Luna slid off of her seat to stand in front of Fleur. In the disguise, Aurora’s eyes were a brilliant, striking amber, seeming to blend well with both her coat and her raven hair. Fleur swallowed, wondering what it was Luna had in mind. “You’re awfully cute.”

“Y-yes, mistress…” Fleur panted.

“What do you think of me, my little slave? Hmm?” Luna turned a tight circle, showing her sleek body off. “Did I do well?”

“Y-yes, Mistress. Very well.” Fleur nodded readily, her eyes gliding over each inch of her master’s toned, lithe form. “I really like your look, mistress.”

“I’m sure you do, Cerulean.” Luna stopped and lifted a hoof to cup her chin. “I’m sure you do… Now, kiss me, Cerulean.”

“Yes, mistress.” She leaned in to her task with an eager moan, the two mare’s lips pressing together firmly. Luna’s tongue slid forth, filling her mouth very suddenly. Fleur whimpered at the feel, a heat already building in her core. Almost as soon as it began, though, the kiss seemed to stop. Fleur whimpered, a string of drool dangling from her lips.

“The expo we’re going to is a very important event, Cerulean.” Luna continued to speak quietly, her lips hovering a mere inch away from Fleur’s. “During the entirety of our time at the event, you’re going to be wearing that collar. It’s going to be an extended session, one that lasts three whole days.”

“Th-three days, mistress?” Fleur squirmed in her seat. She had been subject to extended sessions before, but never as long as three days.

“Yes indeed. We’ll be attending conferences, demonstrations, shows, and exhibitions that will fill up nearly every hour of the day. I’ll develop our schedule when we arrive, but there won’t be much opportunity for us to rest.” Luna grinned in her devious way, making Fleur whimper and squirm. “I’ll make sure to stay within your limits, Fleur, but remember this much:” She leaned in again, taking Fleur’s ear between her lips. She muttered her words, her teeth digging into the flesh now and then.

“Luna may not have a reputation in Trottingham, but Aurora does. I attend this expo at least once every other year. Ponies know me, and they know how my subs are expected to act. You’ve done well thus far, but embarrass me here, and I promise you your punishment will cost you in ways you can't possibly imagine.”

“Y-yes mistress!” Fleur panted, her vision swimming slightly. It had been over a week since their last session. She hated to admit it, but Fleur legitimately wanted one right about now. Perhaps denying her thus far had been done intentionally, to keep her ready for the expo. Fleur whimpered and leaned forwards to relieve pressure on her ear, her haunches squirming together all the more.

Luna responded by laying a hoof on her sternum, roughly forcing her back into the seat. At the same time, she pulled her own head back, dragging her teeth across Fleur’s ear. The hot flash of pain lanced into her head before slowly turning into a dull, radiating heat. She was still squirming when Luna planted both her hooves on the seat beside Fleur’s haunches. Luna loomed up in front of Fleur, completely filling her vision.

“Cerulean,” Luna breathed. “Lie down and get some rest. I dare say you’re going to need it.”

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The train pulled into Trottingham five uphill hours later. The ancient mountain city looked as proud as ever, filled to capacity with stone castles and wooden buildings of various shapes and sizes. The city had been well-kept over the centuries and modernized to sport updated facilities. Yet the old architecture remained, its still imposing visage a nod to the city's previous status as the old Equestrian capital.

Since then, the old city had become the home of preservationists and history enthusiasts. There was a prestigious college here and quite a few museums as well. It was still a very active, if somewhat quiet city. This expo was held in an old hotel over the course of three days. It would be Fleur’s first rodeo, so to speak, so she didn’t exactly know what to expect.

But she certainly wasn’t expecting the leash. She was woken with a slightly metallic-sounding snap, followed by a gentle pressure around her throat. Blearily, she looked down at the collar, and the leash that Luna now held in her magic.

“Good morning, Cerulean.” Luna cooed. Fleur froze when she saw her mistress. She had changed into another form-fitting outfit of intricate leather straps and impossibly tight pants. With her tail braided as tightly as her mane, the pants took up the task of covering Luna's most intimate parts - though they left little to the imagination. A criss-crossed harness covered her chest, and her forelegs were clad in sheer fishnets. Where her creamy white coat poked through the leather blended well with the dark fabric, her raven hair, and her brilliant amber eyes.

“G-good morning, Mistress.” Fleur was very suddenly and very painfully awake, her entire body heated with arousal. All around, she could hear ponies bustling about the train, preparing to depart. The fact that she could hear them meant they could hear her. No more discussions or deliberations. They were in character and ready to go.

“Are you ready, Cerulean?”

She actually had to swallow and take a steadying breath. ’I can do this. I can trust Luna to respect my boundaries. Or even better…

‘To push them.’

When she looked back up at Luna, it was with a glimmer in her eye.

“Yes, Mistress. Your slave is ready.”

Luna gave her a wicked grin before they swept out of the cabin and into the hall. Almost immediately, everypony stopped and stared. Aurora’s head was held high as she walked, her horn glowing as she carried the end of Fleur’s leash. She seemed to be looking down her nose at them. She was aloof. Above them.

In all reality, Princess Luna likely was. Her name may be Aurora now, but she exuded the same air of confidence and command that was normally on display when Night Court was in session. Ponies were entranced as she parted the sea of bodies to walk untouched down the middle of the aisle. Fleur was getting plenty of looks herself, most of them dripping with envy. She thought she looked rather unassuming and plain in this guise, but she soon saw how her petite stature and full curves were actually drawing many looks.

She adjusted her perspective with this in mind, and suddenly, the differences became obvious to Fleur. Doms would let their gazes linger on Aurora before smoothly sliding onto her, analyzing every inch of her, from her posture to her facial expressions.. These ponies, she couldn’t look at for long. Not just because she was a sub, but because she was truly intimidated by them.

Then, there were the subs. They would do nothing but glance at Luna before shamefully lowering their gaze, staring at the floor or their own hooves. Whenever she met eyes with another sub, though, there was a connection there - a true understanding to be had. They would share a smile, or in some cases a surreptitious wink.

As they stepped off of the train and onto the platform, things were a little more busy with the unloading of many suitcases and chests, but the two of them were still given a wide berth. Anypony who lifted their gaze to meet theirs immediately stepped back, some of them with looks of awe on their face, others with looks of outright admiration. There were a few, however, whom Luna shared a solemn, almost imperceptible nod with. 'I guess those are other doms - ones that know Aurora.'

A carriage with two midnight-black stallions pulling it arrived at the station, almost in perfect time with Fleur’s leisurely pace. She mounted the cabin and jerked Fleur up behind her. She went with a soft gasp and a stumble, all but falling into the cabin. “Stay on the floor. Beneath my hooves.” Luna commanded. “I need a place to rest them.”

“Y-yes Mistress.” Fleur panted, laying out on the floor. Luna casually lifted her hooves to rest on Fleur’s back, smiling faintly as she nodded to the two stallions.

“To the hotel. And don’t make me wait.”

“Yes ma’am.” The stallions set off quickly, hardly jostling either of them as they dashed down the wide, open streets. Fleur couldn’t see much of anything, but Luna’s hooves gingerly massaged her back, hardly putting any of her weight on Fleur. Hmm, well, perhaps this isn't so bad...' she thought as Luna's hooves continued their slow dance over her back. She had closed her eyes to enjoy the soothing sensation when the carriage came to a stop.

“You first, Cerulean.” Luna growled, lifting her hooves. She scrambled to obey, slipping over the side to land on her hooves. “Help me down.” Luna’s next command came from above. Fleur lifted her forelegs, her head bowed as Luna gracefully stepped down and off of the carriage.

When Fleur finally lifted her gaze once more, she froze.

Luna had led them to the front of the hotel, where a lush red carpet split the path between two groups of photographers, interviewers, and eagerly-staring ponies. She didn’t get the chance to question what was happening or why, she had to obey. Her dom’s name rippled out through the crowd quietly. Most ponies seemed too stunned to do or say anything major though, opting instead to just stare slack-jawed at the two of them. Fleur could hear the strains of whispered conversations rippling outwards.

“That’s Aurora.”

“She’s the greatest Dom of our age…”

“Who’s her sub?”

“She looks so beautiful-“

“Fuck me, I’m jealous…”

“Woah. That’s the Aurora.”

Eventually, the pictures started. Luna continued to hold her head high, pulling Fleur along as they walked the carpet towards the hotel entrance. What started slowly eventually turned into a waterfall of shutters and flashing lights, nearly blinding Fleur.

Then, just as soon as it had started, it was done. They were inside a lavishly-appointed hotel lobby, the dull roar of shutters and flashing lights behind the tinted doors. The lobby was warm and well-appointed, the furniture dark leather. The floor beneath her hooves was the same color as the crimson carpet they had just crossed, and near the center of the room, a massive, circular fire pit crackled merrily.

The wooden-and-granite counter appeared to be rich mahogany, and it was there that Luna turned next. She hardly even spared the receptionist a glance, her horn’s glow intensifying as she accepted a slender folder from the busy-looking stallion there. She flipped it open and frowned at the contents before yanking Fleur along.

“Good. I’m glad to see the suite I requested wasn’t reserved yet. I sense Quill’s hooves in this matter…”

“Q-quill, Mistress?” Fleur whimpered. She just got a cursory glance before Luna smiled and ushered her along with another tug.

“You’ll meet him soon enough, my pet…” They departed the lavish lobby for an equally well-appointed hallway. To her left and right, Fleur could glimpse ponies bustling about in large conference-room-looking areas. While these rooms appeared to normally be walled-off into separate partitions, a large crew of ponies were busy removing those partitions to open the room up, while other crews worked to set up stages, sound equipment, and other materials. She didn’t get a very good look at any of them, since Luna set a quick and ruthless pace. With the ongoing preparations in these rooms, and the light hoof-traffic in the hallways, Fleur surmised that they were some of the first to arrive for the expo.

They ascended a wide stone stairwell, their hoof-falls echoing mysteriously among the stone columns and warm wood panels. Fleur hardly got to look at anything, but that was only because Luna’s long legs made her trot half the time to keep pace. She wasn’t sure if Luna was just normally this fast, or if her shorter stature was to blame. Either way, it felt like Luna wanted nothing more than to get her to the aforementioned suite.

On the second floor, Luna referenced the folder once more before pulling a slender-looking card and swiping it along the door jamb of a wide set of double doors. Fleur gasped as the doors glimmered and opened immediately, ushering them into one of the most grand and extravagant rooms Fleur had ever seen… And living most of her social life in and around Canterlot's palace, that was saying something.

A series of four floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end of the room let in the muted, overcast light from outside, casting the whole room in a pearly, low light. To the left and right, two additional rooms opened up, the first of which was a massive bedroom with a bed the could just as easily have slept a large family than just Fleur and Luna. The other seemed to be a combination of a kitchen, dining room, entertainment suite, exercise room, and full-blown bar. This was the sort of suite that only very important ponies checked out, and only when they expected a lot of company. Fleur swallowed as she struggled to take in the enormity and extravagance of the space around her.

Luna whirled on her and plastered their lips together, moaning deeply. The double doors slammed shut behind her, and Fleur sagged into the kiss with a return groan. They stayed like that for a few long moments, their tongues peeking forth to wrestle for a few moments. Luna broke the kiss suddenly, panting a little.

“You performed magnificently.”

“I-I hardly did anything!” Fleur objected, her cheeks flushed.

“Exactly. You didn’t speak to anyone, didn’t freeze up in front of the cameras… That was brilliant! Oh, this is going to be a very good expo. Still…” Luna’s stoic expression returned as she looked expectantly at the doors behind Fleur. “I smell a rat. Hah!” Her horn leapt to life, ripping the double doors open. Fleur gasped and side-stepped as a pony came stumbling through, sprawling onto the floor at their hooves.

“Well, well, well. At my hooves again, Quill? This is an awfully familiar sight…”

“I thought you’d be used to ponies groveling by now…” The stallion grunted as he stood and brushed his rather well-fit suit off in annoyance. “Being a Princess and all.”

Fleur’s heart could have stopped. She met the stallion’s gaze, and he met hers.

“Relax, my little pet.” Luna cooed, her horn glowing as the doors closed once more. “You ought to recognize him.”

The scary part was she actually did. Quill, as Luna called him, was actually known in Canterlot as Paper Prose, a columnist of moderate renown. He had been a prominent member of Fleur’s oh-so-familiar high society until scandal struck. He had published a bombshell article a while ago that had all but ostracized him from Canterlot outright. What the article had been about, nopony really knew outside of the Observer staff themselves. The Canterlot Observer had killed the article immediately. Only a few dozen papers had been printed by then, and none of them were ever distributed. But, given Fleur’s higher-up connections, she had been able to get her hooves on one of the printed copies.

Paper Prose’s career-ending article had been about the intricacies of a BDSM relationship, and more specifically, the implementation of a questionably-legal aphrodisiac. Back when the whole ordeal had happened, Fleur had been much too shy to read the whole thing, and she had been among the dozens of ponies who openly disowned Paper Prose for his deviances. And yet, here he was, standing right in front of her.

“Oh? Who is this, then?” Quill arched an eyebrow at her. “She’s new, that much I know… But she’s not from Canterlot, is she?”

“I…”

“Relax,” Aurora disappeared in a glimmer of magic, and the familiar form of Luna took her place. “Quill here is the best secret-keeper I know. He’s the only one here who knows my true identity, and he makes it possible for me to attend each year.”

“All I can do, Milady.” Quill bowed low to her before returning his gaze to Fleur. “I’m guessing you’re going to make me deduce who she is?”

“You guessed right.” Luna’s horn glowed as she began casting spells on the double doors, ensuring that their next words would be heard by nopony. “Now let’s see if you can guess who my most recent partner is.”

“Gosh, I don’t keep up with the crowd from Canterlot anymore… Do I get questions?” Quill began to walk a circle around her, as if that might help him determine who she was. On the outside, Cerulean stood confidently, but on the inside, Fleur was squirming with nervousness.

’Quill doesn’t have any sway in Canterlot anymore. Even if he did, Luna trusts him with her identity. I can trust him with mine, right?’

“Alright… Is she a socialite?” Quill paused his pacing, turning to address Luna directly. Luna smiled and nodded.

“A very prominent one, yes.”

“Is she a unicorn?”

“She is indeed.” Luna confirmed his second question.

“What color is her coat?”

“Now, Quill, you know's that would be cheating... You have to make it a yes or no question.” Luna shook her head. “I already made a mistake telling you she was a prominent socialite. If anything, I should penalize you a question and five spankings.”

“Anything but that.” Quill rolled his eyes and glanced back at Fleur before frowning intently. “Fine… Is her coat blue?”

“No.”

“Is she short?”

“No. Last question, Quill.”

“Hmm…” Quill began to circle Fleur once more, though the disguise was concrete. Looking at her would do no good. Luna watched with an interested expression, even while Fleur looked at her dom pleadingly.

“Does she have a pink mane?” Quill finally asked his last question. Luna smiled warmly and nodded at her friend.

“She does indeed.”

“Ah, then this must be Gemstone! How you ever managed to get her from Diamond Cutter, I’ll never guess-“

“*SNRK!*” Fleur snorted a laugh, unable to help it any more. Gemstone had a pink mane like hers, but while Fleur’s coat was white (not blue, as he had asked earlier) Gemstone’s coat was red. (Also not blue.) He had come so close, and was so far off she couldn’t possibly have held back the laugh any longer. Luna, it seemed, was in the same boat. The two of them devolved into a helpless fit of giggles as Quill looked on.

“Well, I obviously got it wrong." Quill grumbled in annoyance. "Come on, tell me who it is, then.”

“H-hang on,” Luna wiped a hoof across her eyes, her horn glowing for a brief moment. Fleur felt the changes revert and her old body become hers once more, the guise of Cerulean all but gone. A grin spread across her lips as Quill’s eyes went wide.

“Fleur De Lis… Never in a million years…”

“Oh come now, ‘Paper Prose.’” Fleur coyly covered her smile with a hoof. “Surely you can’t be too shocked?”

“Well, fuck me silly...” Quill shook his head, but just earned a dangerous look from Luna.

“That could be arranged.”

“Nope, not again. Not after last time.” Quill shuddered and turned towards the door. “I’ll take my leave, now. I just wanted to make sure you were settled in.”

“Thank you again, Quill.” Luna finally recovered from her giggles enough to smile warmly at the older unicorn. “I’m glad I got to come again this year. It sounds like it’s going to be an amazing show.”

“There’s a competition this time around.” Quill muttered, pausing at the door. He looked back at the two of them, frowning slightly. “I don’t know if you’re going to want to enter, though.”

“Why’s that?” Luna frowned.

“Just take my word on this one, Princess. Don’t sign up for any competition. There’s some new blood here now. Let’s just say that the game isn’t what it used to be.” Quill shook his head slowly, opening the door. “Just don’t do it. For your sub’s sake.”

“Wha-hey!” The door shut suddenly, leaving Luna and Fleur alone in the impressive bedroom. Quill had come and gone so quickly that Fleur almost couldn’t believe it. Even Luna seemed miffed at his sudden departure. She turned to Fleur with a slight frown. “What do you-“

“Please sign us up, Mistress.” Fleur blurted before she could stop herself. Luna stopped mid-sentence and blinked at her. Fleur’s cheeks began to heat up as she realized that not only was she still her old self, but the collar was no longer around her neck. 'Technically, this isn't a session, yet I called her Mistress anyway. The lines are definitely blurred now.' she thought. 'But, who needs to see straight when the fog is so much fun?'

“Fleur, do you even know what a BDSM competition entails?” Luna asked quietly. Fleur's breath caught in her throat. 'She has a point - I have no idea what these competitions entail. But this is my Luna. My dom. And I will do anything for her.'

“I don’t care what it takes, mistress. I know that proving myself a good sub, worthy enough to be yours, would make you happy. I’ll do whatever it takes, and I’ll do it well.” She puffed up with confidence. “I can win whatever competition they throw at us.”

“Fleur…” Luna closed her eyes with a sigh. “These competitions have judges. Judges who are going to watch a session of ours. And not just the judges… These are more-or-less open displays. Everypony attending this expo is going to watch us.” Luna opened them again to meet Fleur’s gaze head-on. “Everything we’ve done, everything we’ve covered will be tested to the fullest. What’s more, there’s going to be ponies watching your every move. And I’m going to have to play off of that as well. "The collar's off, Fleur, so be honest with me here."

Luna's stepped over and laid a gentle hoof on Fleur's withers, but the expression on the Princess's face was very serious.

"I'm not going to do any of this unless you're going to really enjoy other ponies watching us."

Fleur had to mull that over for a moment. Flashes of all of their sessions returned to her then, playing in her mind’s eye like a rapid-fire slideshow. All of the naughty, dirty, depraved things they had done to one another, from the tender and passionate to the sweaty and debauched. She’d have to do them all again, and not just alone with Luna…

On a stage. At the center of attention. No barriers, no walls, nothing but a clever disguise spell and whatever contrivances Luna could dream up keeping her identity from everypony in Trottingham.

“Hmm,” Fleur wiped a hoof across her marehood, bringing a fair amount of glistening arousal with her. “Does this prove it to you, mistress?”

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The first day, it seemed, was more-or-less an amateur’s introduction. Fleur guessed that with the large scale of ponies attending the event, many of them would be first-timers, or casual partakers who didn’t know much or were seeking a sturdier base than whatever they had learned about BDSM thus far. Thankfully enough, Luna didn’t take her to the rather dull speeches about relationships between subs and masters. They skipped straight past those alongside what could roughly be described as the ‘veteran’ doms and subs.

Instead, Luna took her to a few social gatherings, where it seemed she was subject to as much poise and pomp as an undisguised Fleur might have been at a social dinner back in Canterlot. All of the ponies not in one of the seminars or demonstrations knew her by sight, if not by name. Aurora, it seemed, was a very popular pony. Fleur got plenty of attention as Cerulean, too; and after volunteering to enter the competition – whatever that entailed – Luna was determined to expose her to as many ponies as possible.

'I suppose this is Luna's way of showcasing the goods.' she thought. 'Luna's introducing me to as many ponies as possible, letting them know ‘this is my sub. This is who I’m going to be showing off for you all. Look at her.’' A small shudder raced down her spine at the thought. 'Yes, look at me, indeed.'

And Fleur was rather enjoying the attention. The arrival of most of the attendees had taken up much of the first day, leaving the late afternoon and evening free for everypony to settle in for the coming events. 'No sessions yet, but that's ok.' Fleur thought with a bit of relief. 'That just gives us plenty of time for warm-ups.'

As the night crept upon them, Luna’s approach began to get more and more heated. They were, of course, disguised once more. But it was during dinner when Luna began to get more restless. The dinner they had been invited to seemed to be a rather high-class affair, where Luna sat at the table with a group of other doms, while Fleur acted as her footrest once more. Luna was doing a very good job of keeping her relaxed with tender hoof motions though, and Fleur was rather enjoying being ‘put in her place.’ There were subs underneath the table whose masters didn’t seem to be as compassionate or caring as Luna. Or as concerned with decency.

Fleur watched with interest as one dom sitting opposite Luna at the head table forced her sub to roll onto her back, spread her legs, and submit herself to a very intimate and rough hoof-job. Her breathy moans and pleading didn’t go missed by a single sub at the table. Fleur almost felt ashamed for witnessing such a thing, but some small part of her subconscious reminded her that this was a BDSM expo. She was probably going to see much, much more than this before the weekend was over.

Luna chatted and ate above the table, where the conversation existed only in muffled whispers. But down below, the subs had to remain quiet. They could only look at one another and blush as their master’s hooves began to trail to different places. Some of them were set upon by their doms, panting and moaning as they were pleasured roughly. The spectacle included both male and female subs, the latter of which Fleur honestly didn’t care much for. Though she had to admit, watching a pair of hind legs massage a stallion’s twitching member was rather intriguing, if slightly arousing to watch.

And then it struck her. She realized there was a pattern to the hoof-jobs taking place beneath the table. And each sub was beginning to look at the next in line. 'I guess this is my cue then...' Fleur swallowed a lump in her throat as she tried to calm herself for what was about to happen.

Fleur swallowed as Luna’s left hoof suddenly dragged along her spine. A tingle of apprehension was soon washed away by pure excitement. Luna began alternating her hooves, rubbing them smoothly and roughly down her back. The shudders of pleasure shot over her coat, culminating between her heated thighs. It was their turn to perform, and Fleur felt like she was under a spotlight even under the table. After watching a half a dozen other mares and stallions orgasm underneath the table, though, Fleur was more than ready for it.

When Luna’s hooves began to roll her flanks side-to-side, she readily flopped onto her back and spread her legs open. Luna’s hooves lay flat on her stomach then, alternating between teasing bits of pressure. She could feel the eyes of every other sub underneath the table on her, watching Luna’s hooves steadily work their way towards her most intimate, wet parts. She closed her eyes, reminding herself this was just a hoof-full of the number of ponies that would be watching her during whatever competition they would be holding. 'Come on Fleur, you can handle this.'

And as soon as that thought crossed her mind, it happened. She arched her back with a gasp, even as pleasure ripped through her midsection. Something had just been done to her clitoris, and damn it all if she didn’t want it to happen again. She shoved a hoof into her mouth, trying hard to keep from crying out loud.

“Aurora, why is your horn glowing?” The strains of conversation met her ears. She realized Luna was probably using magic to cue her into the dom’s conversation above the thick table.

“You see, Spire, that’s why Aurora here is the best among us… She’s got this way of feeling out her subs. No matter who they are, she can use magic on them without directly looking at them.”

“That’s amazing! I can’t use spells or even telekinesis on my Scarlet unless I’m staring right at her, and even then, it takes so much focus to pull off”

“That’s why she’s the best.” Another voice chimed in, this one deep and rich. If Fleur weren’t in the midst of being touched by Luna in her most private of areas, she might have been able to equate the voice to a pair of hooves dangling down to their sub beneath the table. “She doesn’t have to be looking at her sub to use magic. Fuck, I’ve seen Aurora make her sub cum from three rooms away before.”

“Hey, whatever happened to Quill, anyways?”

“He was… Not a good fit.” Luna’s voice chimed in then. “We decided to go our separate ways is all.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate. The things you did to that pony, Aurora… Color me green.”

“You are green, Malachite.” A soft chuckle rolled around the table, but it was quickly silenced as another glimmer of magic sounded out. Fleur grunted as her clitoris was tweaked side-to-side in a rapid manner, making her juices flow freely. Just that small motion, after so much winding up, nearly threw her over the edge.

She managed to hold on, if only barely. Luna pulled back again, keeping her teetering on the very edge of orgasm. 'I don't know how much longer I can hold out...’ The thoughts barely formed through the haze of lust in her Fleur's mind. ’If she keeps this up, I'll never make it.'

If Luna could indeed hear Fleur's thoughts, she certainly did at that moment, because that next touch never came. Fleur’s muscles were rigid and quivering from being flexed so hard, and she felt like she might cum with the next gentle brush to her nether-regions. That brush never came, though. At least, not when it would make her cum. Instead, it came after she took the one tentative step away from her limit, when she could handle just one more touch to her dripping hole.

“It’s always a pleasure watching Aurora work, isn’t it?”

“I’ll say… Just wait until later this weekend. You’re entering the competition, aren’t you?” Fleur hadn’t even realized it, but Luna’s hooves had trailed lower now. She was oozing wetness, her juices coating Luna’s hind hooves almost completely. But Luna was using a combination of magic and her hooves to pleasure Fleur. This was a completely new experience for her. Coupled with the other subs watching her, Fleur was on the very brink.

“Indeed we are.” Luna affirmed. Her hooves dug into Fleur’s snatch, squeezing her labia together with a wet, squelching noise. A few whimpers sounded from the ponies all around, watching her wetness gush forth lewdly. It took nearly all of her willpower to keep only a quiet whimper from escaping her lips.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cum. But those decisions were outside of her control just then. Only Luna could grant her release.

Then it happened. Almost like an angel descending from the heavens to bestow a great favor on some unworthy pony. It just took one flick, one dismissive gesture, and that was it. Fleur’s eyes closed as she let herself go and fell blissfully over the edge.

“Oh,”

“Woah.”

“Neat.”

“Oh my…” The other subs watched in amazement as Fleur came in their midst. All of the other subs had reached orgasm, but none of them had squirted. Even the more enthusiastic male subs hadn't spilled their juices as much as Fleur, who quivered is ecstasy as she squirted against Luna’s rear hooves and all over the carpet beneath the table.

Afterwards, Luna smoothly slid her hooves up Fleur’s stomach, over her neck, and against her lips. She responded immediately to the unspoken command, and her tongue eagerly set to the task of licking Luna’s hooves clean. She lapped up each droplet she could find, moaning at the musky taste. It had been so long since she had last done anything like this, it seemed. She was already flared and eager for more. Sadly though, the dinner was over. Luna stood on her now-clean hooves, gripping the collar’s leash in her magic.

“Come now, Cerulean… We’ve had enough fun here.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…” Fleur cast one last half-lidded, lusty look at the other subs beneath the table, whose masters were all guiding them away as well. Luna had been offered dinner during the affair, and as such had eaten. But cum only satiated a certain kind of hunger in her. As they left the small hall set up almost specifically for that rather intriguing event, Fleur’s stomach growled audibly.

“Aah… I think it’s time I fed you.” Luna mused, steering Fleur through the ground-floor hallways. The hotel was massive on the inside, many of its lower levels having been carved into the mountainside itself. The tantalizing smell of food reached Fleur’s nose, and she found herself sniffing eagerly.

Luna led her into the main banquet hall, where Fleur was smitten with the sudden and intense wave of heat and smell that engulfed her. The banquet hall was massive, with more than twenty large, long tables stretching out under a warmly-lit stone roof. Ponies bustled among the tables, filling platters with plenty of savory dishes, or refilling the stocks with carts from the kitchens.

“I’m going to let you go here for a moment. I need to find Quill and discuss something with him.” Luna whispered into Fleur’s ear. “Eat plenty of protein and drink lots of water. The night isn’t nearly over yet, Fleur.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur nodded and smiled at her dom. Luna grinned before laying the looped end of her leash against Fleur’s lips.

“Most doms know when a sub carries her own leash, they’re acting on direct orders from their master. If it isn’t food you’ve got in your mouth, it’s leather. Understood?”

“Yes mistress.” Fleur smiled and eagerly took the leather in her mouth, almost like a gag. She swallowed her saliva as Luna gave her one last long, pointed look.

“I will come for you when I’ve finished with Quill. As soon as you finish eating, you sit there by the door and wait for me, okay? Hold your leash in your mouth. Nopony will talk to you when you’re gagged in such a manner.”

“Yeh, mihwehss…” Fleur gnawed the leather eagerly, already enjoying the sensation of having something to chew on. Luna stared at her for a few long moments before nodding.

“Very well. Go and eat, my pet. And remember - protein and water.”

“Yeh, mihwehss.” Luna turned and left her then, but Fleur didn’t mind. She had already turned to the nearest salad bar, and was busy filling a bowl.

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As instructed, Fleur ate plenty, drank as much water as she could fit without wetting herself on the floor, and waited patiently for Luna. It didn’t take long before Luna appeared in the sea of ponies making their way into the banquet hall, parting them like a well-crafted boat on a perfectly still lake. She truly did part the way, as it were; it seemed her reputation earned her the respect (or extreme envy) of every other dom. Not to mention every sub was scared to look at her, and only did so with a very pronounced blush.

When Luna stopped in front of her, Fleur lifted her head, flashing the best smile that she could without dropping the leash from her mouth.

“Did you do as I asked?” Luna cooed, pulling the leash out of Fleur’s mouth.

“Yes, mistress! I ate lots of protein as you asked, and drank a lot of water as well.”

“Very good, Cerulean… Now, do you need to relieve yourself?”

“I think that would be best, mistress…” Fleur’s eyes went wide as she realized the rather unpleasant implications her diet might have on this whole event. Luna just smiled and gave the leash a slight tug, spurring Fleur into a brisk trot to catch up on slack. Rather than go upstairs to their suite, Luna led Fleur directly towards the ground-floor restrooms. She unabashedly stepped in, spurring Fleur to follow close with a gentle tug.

“The bathrooms are somewhat of a free zone,” Luna muttered, shooting a glare at a couple of stallions peering into the female’s side. “If you’re not accompanied by your dom specifically, things tend to get a little bit… Sticky.”

“Oh. I see.” Fleur glanced back at the two stallions with a slight blush.

“It’s only because of the showers here.” Luna gestured vaguely to what appeared to be a walled-off section of the mare’s room. “It makes for easy clean up. Some mares stay here, halfway begging for somepony daring enough to make a move… The more daring ones just walk right into the stallion’s side.”

“Oh.” Fleur’s blush deepened as Luna led her towards the stalls.

“Go ahead, Cerulean.” Luna unclipped the leash at the door, giving Fleur a quick swat to her flank. “We’ll move to the showers to clean you up shortly after this. That’s something I’ve actually been looking forward to…”

“O-okay, Mistress…” Fleur hastily shuffled into the stall and handled her business. Afterwards, Luna clipped the leash back onto her collar and pulled her along towards the walled-off area from before. As soon as Fleur turned the corner, she was set upon by a flurry of wild white hair and questions.

“What did you eat? How much water did you drink? How trained is your anus?” Fleur jumped a bit as the rather obtrusive pony began to bustle about her, her hooves going places Fleur hated to admit weren’t the cleanest just then.

“Answer her, Cerulean.” Luna un-clipped the leash once more, smiling teasingly.

“You always bring me fine specimens, Aurora. I’ll have her back to you in no time.”

“Wh-what do you need from me…?” Fleur whimpered, this new and rather energetic pony pulling her away from Luna insistently, towards the back area of the showers.

“I need you to answer questions.” The pony suddenly stopped long enough for Fleur to get a good look at her. She was a little older than most other ponies attending this expo, but slender. She just seemed larger thanks to her impossibly large and fluffy pure-white mane. Fleur found herself swallowing her apprehension as she was ushered behind a partition.

“Eer… I don’t kno- oh...” All suddenly became clear as the white-maned old mare trotted over to a small table nearby and hoisted a syringe into the air. A large one. And very similar-looking to the one she had back home.

Luna had sent her to get cleaned.

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Several syringe-loads of solution and a rather embarrassing toilet visit later, Fleur was feeling remarkably clean, if a touch… slippery. She was given a swift swat to her flank to get her jumping back Luna’s way, but when she looked back, the old mare was bustling around the partition to go handle something else. Fleur couldn’t quite make it out, but it involved some poor mare moaning like her whole world had ended… Or was just beginning.

“Did Gypsy do a good job?” Luna quickly snapped the leash onto Fleur’s collar, smiling at her warmly.

“Sh-she, uuh… yes, Mistress. I’m clean.”

“I’m sure you are… As good as I am at cleaning anuses, Gypsy puts everypony to shame.” Luna shook her head slowly and made for the exit, tugging Fleur along. “You’re going to get intimately familiar with her technique before this expo’s finished, I’m afraid.”

“M-mistress?”

“I told you before, Cerulean.” Luna yanked the leash, sending Fleur stumbling for a few steps. When she righted herself, Luna was facing her, towering well above her with an intimidating, dominating look on her face. It was somewhere between a devious grin and an angry glare. “I like my pets to be clean all the time.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur shuddered underneath Luna’s imposing stare. 'She's so different like this, yet somehow, it still works so well...'

“We’re going to a show.” Luna tugged her along with a soft chuckle. “Then we will rest for the night. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day for both of us, Cerulean. But tonight… Tonight will be relaxing.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…” 'Do I even need to ask what the BDSM version of 'dinner and a show' entails?' she mused as she followed Luna's lead. Her question was answered as Luna led her into one of the larger conference rooms, this one bedecked with a series of lounge-type hubs. Each hub had a slightly raised dais with comfortable-looking booths, tables, and even swaths of lounge pillows piled together around them in a circle. Luna approached the one pony in the room with a clipboard and gave their names curtly. The pony bowed his head before leading them towards the far side of the open-ended conference room.

He deposited the two of them at a shadowy booth that didn’t have a table. It was three-quarters of a circle, with the open quarter facing the table. Fleur blushed as Luna slipped into the leather cushion of the booth, patting the spot next to her with a slight smile. “Come sit with me, Cerulean. We have some time before the show starts.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur slinked across the wide expanse of leather to sit beside Luna, who nuzzled her neck gently.

“The showponies switch stages at an interval, and they’ll cycle the room twice. Afterwards, most ponies tend to sleep here. Some rent out rooms. Others simply cannot move after… Exerting themselves.”

“Mistress?”

“You’ll see.” Luna smiled and nodded towards the doors leading into the converted conference room. More ponies were beginning to flow in, steadily filling up some of the booths and tables closer to the entrance. The area back here, it seemed, was reserved for the VIP’s. Indeed, this particular stage only had about four lounges surrounding it. The others had anywhere from eight to twenty tables, booths, and swaths of pillows. Luna lifted a hoof, and another pony slipped through the shadowy room towards them.

“Four pillows, bottled water, a bucket of ice, and a towel please.”

“Right away, Mistress Aurora.”

“Thank you.” The pony bustled off to go fetch what Luna requested, and returned before anypony else had joined them in their shadowy corner. In fact, nopony else even showed up until the already-dim lights lowered even further, and the stage lights came on. The way they were positioned, the seven stages were bathed in a warm, healthy light, but all of the lounges were shrouded in shadow. As if things weren’t perfect enough already, all around their own personal booth, a thin curtain rose on a thread-thin track. Fleur could see through it if she really focused, but anypony passing by with even a modicum of respect for their privacy wouldn’t be able to see much; even if they tried to snoop, they’d only get a rough picture. But the quarter that was open towards the stage remained uncovered, so they had full view of everything that would transpire.

'Booths covered in shadow and all but completely obscured by curtains?' she thought as the room grew quiet around them. 'Maybe we should have asked for more than one towel.'

“Here we go.” Luna whispered in her ear. She unclipped the leash, haphazardly tossing it elsewhere among the booth they lie on. “You have my permission to please yourself, or please me, as you see fit, Cerulean.”

“R-really, Mistress?!” Fleur almost squealed with delight. ’I actually get to touch her? To please her?’

“You’ll see what I mean when it begins… The show is very evocative. I may simply force you to please me before this whole ordeal is done.” Luna nipped Fleur’s neck, sending the first shock of pleasure into her system. “You may do what you wish, but remember, you’re still wearing the collar. If I tell you to, you do it. Understood?”

“Of course, mistress!” Fleur squirmed on the booth, fighting the urge to just go ahead and get down to it. This entire expo thus far had done nothing but arouse her. Even the cleaning from Gypsy had put her on-edge. Fleur was ready to fulfill some of the desires that had been slowly filling her mind since the moment they had stepped off of the train.

As she watched, ponies began to mount the stages. Soft music began to play, even as the solo performers and pairs began to move together. Fleur suddenly realized what this was…

It was an exhibition. The ponies on stage began to touch one another, kissing and licking without any shame. There was a certain grace to their movements, like the kisses and licks were made out of practice and not lustful need. But if it was practice, it was very convincing. As she watched, one of the mares on their stage smoothly climbed atop the other, who bore her weight with ease. Then, moving with grace, the bottom pony spread herself open, exposing her backside to their booth first. The mare on top, balancing precariously on her partner’s back, began to sensuously tongue the other’s anus. Fleur’s mouth opened as the bottom mare seeped wetness, her arousal dribbling down her thighs.

“Cerulean.” Luna whispered, her lips brushing Fleur’s ear. “I do hope you’d let me lick you like that…”

“P-please, Mistress?” Fleur whispered, her own core already throbbing with arousal. “I-I would like that very much, mistress…”

“Lift your tail.” Luna disappeared from her side for half a moment, her breath making a sudden resurgence as it pulsed against Fleur’s puckered asshole. Her tongue immediately entered the fray, drooling onto Fleur’s back door prodigiously. Fleur couldn’t stifle the moan that slipped out of her mouth. Then she heard another moan, not her own, not Luna’s. She realized why the stages were so well-lit, and why the lounges remained so shadowy.

And why Luna had asked for a towel.

“M-mistress, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.” Fleur whispered, her eyes still affixed on the entrancing display before them. Luna didn’t stop, though, so she took that as an open invitation. Flexing her core muscles, Fleur let her orgasm ride, flowing through her system like she had become so familiar with over the past few months. She shuddered and panted on the leather, letting Luna’s drool join her juices.

The performance changed after that. Fleur watched the two mares go with a soft sigh of disappointment, but the next act was just as good. Two exotic-looking zebra mares mounted the stage, both of them immediately setting in on one another with heated, tongue-filled kisses. Luna mirrored them by plastering her musky-tasting lips against Fleur’s, robbing her of the sight of the two beautiful zebras. Luna let her go just long enough to watch them descend into an intricately-arranged congress of the crow. After that, all Fleur could see was Luna’s creamy-white coat pressed into her face.

Even her vagina was different in their disguises. Fleur moaned as her eager tongue explored the new territory, sloppily lapping up every droplet of arousal Luna managed to emit. Meanwhile, her dom was doing something truly devious with her clitoris, making Fleur give muffled cries into Luna’s crotch. Shocks of pleasure sped through her system, making Fleur shudder and shake. She felt her cum dribble out onto the booth, but Luna didn’t stop. She continued licking ruthlessly, her tongue a flurry of movement.

She wasn’t sure when, but the act had changed once more. This time, a stallion and mare mounted the stage, and wasted no time in fucking one another ruthlessly. Fleur could hear the fleshy impacts of hip-on-hip, punctuated by her own clipped cries of orgasmic release and the mare’s low, throaty moans.

’If I wasn’t enjoying this so damn much, I’d be upset about missing such an amazing show…’

“Oh!” Fleur gasped as something frigid and wet pressed into her stomach, just above her pubis. Luna had rolled her onto her back, and was now guiding a chill icecube over the fine hairs of her stomach’s coat. Fleur shuddered and moaned as the cold ice melted against her, spreading chills through her system but slowly warming up. The ice did nothing to quench the fire in her core. If anything, it stoked those flames, adding a burning sensation to the already-hot need for release.

Then Luna licked her with the icecube in her mouth. Fleur cried out loud when the first searing sensation rocked through her, but shoved a hoof in her mouth to silence herself. Luna was emitting some rather delightful noises from down there, her tongue lapping and slurping recklessly against her already-dripping fuckhole.

Meanwhile, a solo performer mounted the stage, using her magic to keep herself suspended a few inches off the stage while she played with her clitoris. Her juices dripped through the air, landing with audible impacts on the stage. Fleur could hear them land between sloppy licks from Luna.

The performance in the booth and on the stage continued, and Fleur quickly lost track of the number of orgasms that she had experienced. 'Was it four? Seven? Eh, who cares, as long as they don't stop.' she thought as Luna continued to explore every inch of her 'new' marehood. 'Speaking of which, I think I've let myself get too far ahead of Luna on that account...' The way her dom was positioned, they both had equal view of the stage, so Luna had to be seeing what she was seeing. Eagerly, Fleur opened her mouth and wrapped it around Luna’s dripping cunt, her tongue spearing deep into her dom’s delightful love canal. Luna moaned in return, her tongue having already melted the ice cube into lukewarm water that dribbled all over the leather booth.

Fleur and Luna were coming down from another shared orgasm when the final performer took the stage. She was a statuesque mare, with looks that could break hearts with a single glance. Her svelte figure stood out even more to Fleur when she saw the performer produce a very large dildo that, as best as she could tell, was designed to represent a dragon's penis.

Fleur watched with equal parts shock and lust as the mare teased herself into a frenzy, then straddled the dildo and slowly lowered herself down onto it. The huge toy seemed far too large for any mare, much less one as petite as the one on stage; yet the performer took it all in stride, crying out lustily as she rode the shaft in one continuous motion.

A new fire quickly built in Fleur's core as she watched the mare's hips work over the dildo, raising off of the glistening dildo to the tip before dropping her haunches again, hilting the shaft deep in her gaping pussy. The fire in her core quickly grew to an inferno, and Fleur forced herself to tear her gaze away from the stage, and back to Luna's still-soaked haunches.

By the end of the show, the towel was completely soaked through, and there was still a small puddle somewhere in the vicinity of Fleur’s left thigh. Luna lay sprawled atop her, all of her weight centered atop her thankful slave. She was panting heavily, and the strands of her braid had somehow come undone, giving her a wild, crazy look. Luna looked like a disheveled mess, but to Fleur, even in her disguise, the Princess had never looked more real.

The lights all throughout the conference room went out, plunging them into total darkness. Fleur made a motion to get up and move towards the solitary square of dim light from the door but was stopped by Luna.

“We can sleep here tonight.” Luna moaned, pulling Fleur back down to the damp leather. “I don’t want to move…”

“O-okay…” Fleur didn’t exactly have the strength to object. Even if she did, she wouldn’t. This was too lovely. Too nice. She nuzzled into Luna’s chest, smiling as the princess stroked her platinum-blonde mane tenderly.

“Tomorrow’s a big day for us, Fleur…” Luna muttered. Fleur felt sleep creep up on her, but just before it took her, Luna whispered something into her ear.

“You’re going to be on one of those stages next.”