Moonstone - Chapter 15 "Exhibit(ion)"

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Fleur woke to the smell of sex and leather. Her nose noted emphatically that day-old sex and leather wasn't a particularly good combination, but she was too content to care at the moment. She gave a soft moan and nuzzled closer to the warmth at her side, and got a ginger kiss in response.

“Good morning, Cerulean.” Luna’s soft, changed voice sifted past her ear, further rousing her from a rather pleasant hash of dreams. Fleur opened her eyes, blinking at the sultry, low lighting of the expo room. Luna, still disguised as Aurora, smiled down at her warmly. “Did you sleep well, my little pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur admitted, blushing a little as she nuzzled into Luna’s neck. “I slept very well…”

“I’m sure you did. You wore me out so well last night, I might just have to reward you." Luna kissed the base of her ear gently, sending a shiver through Fleur’s body. The mere mention of a reward had Fleur squirming in an instant. 'If every morning started like this, I'd be one happy pony.' Luna continued lavishing attention on her ear, moaning and nibbling to her heart’s content. Fleur shuddered and groaned, her thighs squirming together. The memory of yesterday and all the things that had been promised came back readily, further heating her up.

“M-mistress,” Fleur whimpered, squirming on the leather. “A-are we going to…?”

“To what, Cerulean?” Luna growled, her mouth starting to spread a fair amount of saliva over Fleur’s ear.

“To do a session?” She sorely wanted to, even in the aftermath of yesterday’s amazing show. Luna gnawed on her ear a few more moments before giving a soft ‘hmm’ and pulling away.

“I think now might be a good time to explain a few things about exhibitionism.” Luna kissed her cheek, pulling away to look deep into Fleur’s eyes. “Roll onto your back, and spread your legs.” Fleur obeyed immediately, her core already beginning to glisten with arousal. Luna rolled onto her hooves and began walking a slow circle around Fleur.

“I’m watching you right now, Cerulean.” Luna began in a low, sultry voice. “Close your eyes. I want you to feel my eyes on you.”

“Yes, mistress.” Fleur immediately closed her eyes, excitement building inside of her by the second. The heated wake-up and the offer of a reward from Luna had Fleur riled-and-ready, but the prospect of stepping into more new territory set her heart racing inside her chest. The field of exhibitionism was a new and unexplored one, meaning Fleur was largely in the dark about what she was supposed to do, or how to do it. As darkness enveloped her eyes, Fleur felt Luna’s hooves indent the leather in a slow, purposeful circle around her.

“This is the main function of exhibitionism, Cerulean.” Luna continued, speaking low. “Ponies watching you. Right now it’s just me, my pet… But soon, it’ll be dozens. Hundreds, even. They’re going to watch us as we do a session, Fleur. Most of the time, you will not be able to see them. And even if you could, looking at them isn’t proper. They are there to watch you. Not the other way around. You only need to know that their eyes are on you.”

Luna stopped somewhere between Fleur’s spread legs. She felt a hoof brush over her core, sending a tantalizing shiver of pleasure through her stomach. It wasn’t much, but Fleur knew patience was key during these sorts of things. Before she knew it, she’d be wrapped up in some new intricate hold and brought to more orgasms than she could care to count.

’I just have to wait for it… Like a good pet.’

“This is good… It’s only me, and you’re already wet.” Luna resumed her pacing, still talking low and slow. “Normally, Cerulean, we’d start slow; with only one or two other ponies watching for the first session, maybe as many as a dozen within the first five sessions. But we’re going to move straight into dozens of ponies the very first session. This means you’re going to have to act like you know what you’re doing.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur whimpered. She tried her hardest to focus on Luna’s words, but doing so was tricky with her current predicament. She managed, just barely, to remain focused.

“Exhibitionism is about putting on a show, Cerulean. The ponies here have seen everything we’ve done. To give them something new, something interesting, we’re going to have to push your boundaries - within reason. We’ll start slow, but where we’d normally stop or level off, we’re going to keep going. More importantly, Cerulean…” Luna’s voice came from right next to her ear, her lips brushing the very edge.

“I’m going to give you tasks that you’re going to fail. And when you do, I will punish you.”

Fleur could have died. ’Heavens help me, I’m going to cum right here and now.’ Fleur’s lips pressed into a thin line and she nodded her head, giving a soft whimper of acknowledgement. Luna pulled away, giving a soft puff of breath in her wake.

“Sit tight, Cerulean, I’ll be right back. Oh, and don’t open your eyes. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur managed to choke, nodding just in case Luna didn’t hear her.

“Oh, and lest I forget…” A glimmer of magic reached Fleur’s ears, and she felt the leash press against her lips. “Open your mouth.”

Fleur obeyed instantly, opening her mouth to accept the leash. She held it in her teeth, her eyes still closed. Nopony would bother her like this. Then again, if anypony had half a mind, they could stand there and look at her. A few ponies had stopped to look at her after her meal the other day, but none of them said or did anything. If anypony were there now, she wouldn’t have known. Nothing in the world could have made Fleur open her eyes just then.

’But what’s wrong with just one peek? Luna’s away… I could do it. just this once. I could open my eyes… Luna told me not to, but I could! She’d never know. It’d be the perfect opportunity to sneak one over her. just this once…’

A sliver of the world revealed itself to her. Fleur’s eyes fluttered as she stole a tiny, miniscule peek…

Right into Aurora’s disapproving glare.

’Heavens help me, how does she do that?’

“Tsk tsk, pet…” Luna cooed, her lips spreading in a devious grin. “I told you to keep your eyes closed…”

“M-Mistress!” Fleur gasped. “I-I’m sorry, I-“

“Oh, you will be, Cerulean.” Luna’s grin intensified as she grasped the leash, giving it a firm, slow pull. Fleur gasped as she was lifted up by her neck, the collar digging into her coat a bit. She was face-to-face with Luna, open-mouthed and panting from arousal. Luna leaned past her face, whispering into her ear.

“You will be.”

It was then Fleur saw the ponies around them. There were six that she could see, four mares and two stallions. She spared them no more than a cursory glance before blushing furiously and casting her eyes downwards.

“I-I-“

“Shh.” Luna pressed a hoof to her lips, smiling still. She whispered the next, hardly loud enough for Fleur to hear. “Relax and be a good pet, Cerulean… We have to entertain our audience.” When Luna pulled away, it was with a gentle kiss to her cheek. Just like that, the devious, playful smile was gone, replaced by the cold, business-like demeanor that could only come from her dom. Fleur swallowed as Luna’s horn began to glow brighter. A rope materialized before her eyes, growing longer and longer by the moment.

“Strapon, would you be a dear?” Luna mused, passing one of the ends off to a nearby pegasus stallion. “Anywhere on the ceiling works, love.”

“With pleasure, Aurora.” The pegasus grinned wickedly at Fleur before flapping up to the ceiling, where he began working on tying the rope to one of the rafters. The rest of the rope dangled down towards where Fleur sat, still held up on her hips by the collar. Luna’s magic continued to work on the rope, making it grow before her eyes. Before long, a fair amount of the rope dangled onto the leather upholstery, coiling as it continued to grow.

“On your hooves, Cerulean.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Fleur scrambled to obey, falling over once thanks to the precarious booth she stood upon. A quick glance around showed her even more ponies were watching than she had originally thought. There were closer to a dozen, or maybe even twenty. She looked to the entrance of the showroom, where another group of ponies were trickling in; some of them just looking around, others on their way to investigate whatever was happening with the rope hanging from the ceiling. Fleur felt her cheeks flush as Luna finished summoning the rope.

“I told you not to open your eyes, Cerulean… The first thing I’ve told you to do today and you’ve already disobeyed me…” She began to pace around Fleur, talking in a low and husky voice. “Eyes down, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur snapped her gaze to her hooves, still blushing. Luna’s words came back to her. ’They are here to watch you. Not the other way around. You need only to know that their eyes are on you.’

’By the heavens, everypony’s here to watch me do this… They aren’t even looking at her, they’re looking at me. Some of them have already seen me. Seen my… My pussy…’ Fleur gnawed on her lip, standing still and staring at her hooves. She was blushing so much, it felt like her face was on fire.

“First thing’s first, Cerulean…” Luna’s voice came from behind her. Fleur fought the urge to glance back, to see what it was Luna was doing. Instead, she gave a soft yelp as her tail was tugged, hard enough to lift her rear hooves from the booth. “Let’s get this pesky tail out of the way.”

“Yes Mist-ugh!” Fleur’s collar cinched tight around her throat as Luna pulled the looped end of her leash tight. She couldn’t quite see, but if the insistent tugs on her rear end were any indication, Luna was stuffing the strands of her tail through the end of the leash. Sure enough, whenever she tried to lean forwards, a gentle pressure built up on the base of her tail. Her leash was stretched tight, the looped end filled with her blonde tail. She tried to lean forward a few times, but only succeeded in pulling her tail even harder. It was getting increasingly difficult to look at the ground, as Luna had instructed.

“There we go.” Luna cooed as she finished with Fleur’s tail. “Now everypony can see what really matters, no? Here, why don’t you give them a look, Cerulean. Turn around. Slowly, now.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur obeyed, slowly shuffling her hooves in a circle. Luna paced with her hindquarters, supposedly showcasing her to the gathered ponies. Fleur kept her eyes on the floor, but whenever she glanced up, she saw more and more ponies. There were easily more than twenty around now; maybe as many as forty, with even more coming every moment. They whispered among themselves, incomprehensible words of either praise or ljust. Fleur felt her blush intensify once again, heating her cheeks until the embarrassment radiated into her body, culminating in her dripping, exposed marehood.

Once she completed the turn, Luna cupped her chin, drawing her eyes up until she stared directly into her own. “You’re a naughty pet, Cerulean… Look at you, getting this wet over just a few ponies looking at you.” She curled the corner of her lip, leaning in to whisper in her ear yet again. “And this is just the beginning, Cerulean… I haven’t even started on you. What do you say we give these ponies a real show?”

Then the rope came. Fleur cried out as it wound around her hips, dipping in the gap between her thighs and her cunt, around the base of her tail, and one sturdy loop around her stomach. Her hind legs were lifted up and spread apart, the rope preventing her from resting any weight on them. Just the very edge of her hooves brushed the booth they stood on, and her forelegs trembled under the new weight they had to bear. Fleur was panting now, her mouth hanging open with each new exasperated breath.

“My, my, Cerulean.” Luna resumed her pacing, walking a slow circle around her. “You’ve just woken up and you’re already dripping. Look at this…” She swept around Fleur’s backside, wiping a hoof over Fleur’s dripping hole and holding it up for all to see. “Already this wet? Tsk, tsk…” The heat was beginning to be unbearable. Fleur could hardly look down like this, let alone keep from begging. 'Goddess, I want, no, need release.' she thought through the lusty haze. The heat in her cheeks was on-par with the fire in her core just then, begging to be quenched. 'But Luna won't give it to me just yet. She needs to punish me first...'

The tension was incredible. It made her feel tight and wound-up, like a spring ready to be released. The collar dug into her throat, not constricting her breathing, but making her struggle to pant each new breath. In a way, she felt drunk. So many eyes were on her; so many ponies talking and murmuring amongst themselves - and they were all talking about her. Luna continued to walk a circle around her, occasionally stopping to look into her face, or to brush a hoof over her flank. Fleur was dripping onto the upholstery now, each drop landing with an audible sound.

’Fuck me running, this is so GOOD.’ Fleur couldn’t help but think it. This was the most helpless she had felt since she started with Luna. This wasn’t even the most intricate harness they had done, not by a long shot. Fleur had been wrapped up and tied in many more different poses and much more debilitating ways, but the combination of her rampaging arousal and the audience had firmly put this simple harness on the top of her list of ‘favorite ways to be tied up.’

’There are so many ponies watching me… They can see me, see my pussy. I can FEEL their eyes on me.’

Something clicked in her head, and for a moment, the true meaning of Luna's description of 'exhibitionism' rang clear in her mind.

'They're watching us, but it's me that they want. They want to see, hear, and feel this session through me, as if they were in my place.' Like a dam bursting forth, she smiled inwardly as her very being was consumed by flames of unbridled lust and unadulterated love.

'Then I will show them what it means to love the night.'

Fleur lifted her head a little, closing her eyes to avoid looking at any of them. She didn’t need to look at them.

’THEY need to look at ME. Look at me, everypony.’ She flexed her core muscles, ushering a thin trickle of liquid.

’Look at my pussy.’ She swallowed against the tight collar.

’Look at me blush.’ Her tongue worked in her mouth, trying to muster the courage. The words…

’Watch me beg.’

“Mistress… C-can I cum?”

Luna stopped in front of her. Fleur dare not open her eyes. But she could tell what Luna’s face looked like now. Cold, stoic, with just a hint of amusement.

“What did you just say?” Luna growled.

“P-please, Mistress… May I cum?”

“I’m sorry, Cerulean, I couldn’t quite hear you… Say it again.”

“Please, Mistress. May I cum?” Fleur repeated herself. Her flanks quivered with anticipation. Her thighs were matted with arousal now.

“Again.” Luna growled, her lips right against Fleur’s cheek. “Louder.”

“Please, Mistress, may I cum?” Fleur repeated herself once more, louder this time.

“Oh I don’t know, Cerulean, you don’t seem to want it badly enough…”

“Please!” Fleur gasped, her voice quivering. “Please, Mistress, may I cum?!”

“Louder, Cerulean!”

“PLEASE!” Fleur cried out. “PLEASE MAY I CUM, MISTRESS?!”

”LOUDER!”

”PLEASE LET ME CUM, MISTRESS!”

Fleur’s world exploded. Her legs gave out, and she was idly aware of the booth smacking her in the face as she fell. Not that she cared, she was too busy being shredded to bits from the inside-out. If Fleur were a pane of glass, she had just been shattered into a trillion different pieces, each of them tinkling and falling down an endless spire of pure, undiluted orgasmic bliss.

“Stand up.” Luna’s words came to her through the haze, shearing through Fleur's distorted mind and slamming her back into reality. She was still dribbling cum when her forelegs scrambled to find purchase beneath her. The last tendrils of pleasure faded away, leaving her weak, hot, and completely insatiable. No single orgasm - even the one that was still echoing in her core - could satisfy her now. She planted her forelegs into the booth and forced herself up, using the rope harness for support on her hind legs.

It was the single most difficult thing she had ever done. Fleur’s muscles screamed in protest; she was at such an odd angle, she could hardly believe her back hadn’t broken. But she managed it. Somehow, some way, Fleur managed to stand up…

“Good.” The single word, short and low, whispered past Fleur’s ear, sending a shudder down her spine. “Good job, my little pet…” Luna’s hoof rose to stroke her cheek. Fleur could have died. She had just came and she was being praised.

’This.’ Fleur thought, nuzzling into Luna’s hoof lovingly. ’This right here. This is what I need… This is what I want. I don’t care if everypony sees this, or if it isn’t really us putting on the show…’ Fleur fought the urge to cry.

’This is Luna, and I love her.’

“Now let’s see if we can get you to beg like that again…”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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When the rope came down and ponies began to shuffle away, Fleur had came a total of four times. A paltry amount for even a regular session, but Luna had made a short, clipped announcement to their audience.

“We’ll be performing like this all day today. Please consider us for the competition this evening. And thank you all.” She had turned to Fleur, glaring slightly. “Bow for them, Cerulean.”

“Thank you, everypony.” Fleur panted. She dipped low, her muzzle nearly touching the puddle of her own cum on the booth’s floor.

But now it was breakfast time. Fleur scarfed down everything she could manage, taking in plenty of protein, and drinking more than her fair share of water. “Eat up, Cerulean.” Luna encouraged her. “This is, unfortunately, the only meal we’re going to get today, so it must last you until tonight.”

“But Mistress,” Fleur managed between bites. “What about… Cleanliness?”

“Gypsy will be on standby, I assure you.” Luna gestured to her food. “We’re going to see her after this, and I have a spell in mind to further help you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur returned to her meal, focusing on a rather delicious bed of hash browns with spicy sauce. When she had cleared her plate, she felt completely stuffed. And she had to use the bathroom something fierce. Luna seemed to anticipate that, and already had her leash in her magic when Fleur finished. Together, they made their way to the semi-busy restroom.

“Go ahead.” Luna unclipped her leash in front of an unoccupied stall. Fleur entered and handled her business, emerging with a blush. “Now we go see Gypsy.” Luna smiled and re-attached the leash, leading Fleur over towards the showers. She remembered the rather obtrusive older mare and her borderline magical way of cleaning a pony’s orifices, and just as soon as they arrived, she was set upon by the same mare.

“What did you eat? How much? When was the last time you went? Come, dear, come. Let’s get you cleaned up! I’m so glad to see you again, by the way.”

“Gypsy dear, I’ve a favor to ask.” Luna, rather than leaving her with the fluffy, white-maned old mare, followed them. “We’re in on this competition this evening, and my sub here had a rather large meal-“

“Say no more, Aurora my love.” Gypsy grinned. “I’ll get everything all set up.”

“Thank you, Gypsy.” Luna smiled at her as she ushered Fleur further into the showers, past the stall she had been in last. Fleur saw with a slight bit of apprehension that Luna was leading her towards a door simply marked ‘mud room.’

“Um… Mistress?”

“Relax, love.” Luna muttered quietly. “We’re just going to do some… Ahem… ‘Heavy duty’ cleaning, is all.”

“Oh… Okay.” Fleur followed, still feeling apprehensive. But she could trust Luna. ’And Gypsy, too, if yesterday’s cleaning was any indication.’ Fleur blushed a little at the memory of how clean and wonderful she had felt after that brilliant little visit. Without another word, Luna pushed the mudroom door open and ushered Fleur inside, flicking the light on.

What Fleur thought was a utility room actually turned out to be an extension of the showers. Instead of warm brown tile and neat little stalls, however, this was just one large concrete slab sunk into the ground a few inches. Several spouts and showerheads lined the walls, all of them leading down to large, industrial-sized drains set in the floor.

“You see, Trottingham has a very large Archeological society, and they host their own expo here at this hotel once a year. The expo involves a long hike to a nearby ruin, and a public excavation. This room was constructed per their request not too long ago, as the regular showers couldn’t handle the mud and dirt from the excavation.” Luna explained, unclipping Fleur’s leash and depositing her near one of the spouts. Her collar came off next, and Fleur opened her mouth to complain.

“Aah,” Luna shushed her with a hoof. “We’re not done, but I don’t want your collar getting dirty.” She grinned and set the collar and leash off to the side, out of the concrete slab. “You see, we’re going to… Well, for lack of a better word, purge you.”

“P-purge… Mistress?”

“Yes, purge. You see,” Luna glanced over her shoulder as Gypsy entered the mud room, pulling a small cart along with her. “The two of us will soon be getting very, very dirty, but since we won’t have the chance to visit our dear friend Gypsy here later on today, we’re going to preemptively empty you out, but without robbing you of the valuable energy you’re going to need. Ahem.” Luna’s horn began to glow, filling the concrete area with a scintillating, rushing sound. “The process can be a bit messy, Cerulean, so do me a favor?”

“Mistress?”

“Try to aim for the drain?”

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Thirty minutes and a few rather gut-wrenching, eye-opening moments later, Fleur was arguably cleaner than she had ever been before in her life. Luna’s spell had rapidly processed the food in her system; what hadn’t been absorbed by her muscles was condensed by Luna’s spell, stripped of any waste, and then forcibly passed through her system, leaving behind a solid brick of pure energy and nutrition that would easily last the entire day. It was a rather messy affair, even with all of the showers in the mud room running on high. Afterwards, the three of them had vigorously scrubbed and cleaned the entire shower area.

Now, as Luna clipped her leash back onto the collar, Fleur felt energized, clean, and ready for the day. If their morning session was any indication, she was going to love every minute of it.

“First stop,” Luna bubbled as she led Fleur out of the restroom. “We need some equipment. So, we’re going back to our room.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur nodded warmly.

“Keep your head up, Cerulean. I needn’t remind you you’re on display today. Smile for the ponies.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur obeyed, lifting her head to smile at several passers-by. Luna was all smiles and warmth as well, stopping to chat with two other doms on their way upstairs. Fleur was brought to her side and instructed to sit quietly during the discussions, and one time had been rather thoroughly surveyed at Luna’s insistence. Having one other pony, a dom Luna apparently knew well, look her over so thoroughly was arousing, and her clean core was glistening and wet by the time the other dom had finished.

When they were finally done chatting, Luna led them upstairs to their massive suite. Luggage had been deposited there since their last visit, including Fleur’s suitcase. She realized now that the fancy dresses she had packed would probably see very little use, especially since she had been disguised as a pony much smaller than her usual self. Luna didn’t seem very interested in the luggage, though. She marched across the floor to a rather mysterious-looking crate, her magic already at work undoing the locks and enchantments that kept its contents secured.

“Here we are.” She sighed as she withdrew a rather familiar-looking outfit. Luna began shedding her current outfit, slipping out of the crotchless pants and criss-crossing belts on her chest with practiced ease. She tossed them all aside haphazardly, giggling now and then as Fleur watched her.

Fleur had only seen this outfit once before, hanging on a wall in one of Luna's basement-level rooms. In fact, she could not recall ever seeing Luna wear it. Clearly though, this piece was special to Luna, as she took great care in handling it.

“Come help me, love.” Luna beckoned her over as she began to peel it apart. The outfit was incredibly large, much bigger than anything Luna had worn previously. Fleur was about to ask why Luna would ever consider wearing such a large outfit when the princess stepped into the legs. As she drew them up, Fleur’s gasped audibly.

The leather shrunk around Luna’s legs, hugging her like a second coat. As she pulled it up and over her rump, the fabric split, giving her a slot to fit her braided tail. Fleur helped her shimmy the fabric up over her solid backside and fit her tail through the designated hole so it was out of the way. The fabric continually shrunk as Luna slid into it, smoothing out whatever miniscule wrinkles there was and pressing close into her form.

She then slipped her forelegs into their sleeves, the fabric hugging her intimately from her hooves up to her neck. Watching Luna slip into the black fabric was less like watching her change into an outfit and more like watching her take on a second skin. When she was completely encased, she grasped a small zipper by her neck and drew it down the spine of her outfit until it cinched against her tail.

“Oh, it’s been far too long…” Luna sighed, stretching languorously. “I had nearly forgotten…”

“You look incredible, Mistress…” Fleur breathed, her jaw hanging in shock. The only parts of Luna that weren’t completely encased in whatever magical material this outfit was made of were her head, mane, and tail. But the outfit didn’t quite conceal her as much as it did accentuate her. Luna was absolutely ravishing in her new outfit... Curvaceous and sensual beyond measure or description. 'Were there a goddess of beauty, even she would be envious.' just looking at her warmed Fleur in places she hated to admit were growing more and more wet by the moment.

“Why thank you, Cerulean.” Luna cooed, cupping Fleur’s chin gingerly. “I’d have a similar outfit for you, but I think that defeats the purpose. After all, ponies need to be able to see all those juicy bits of yours…” Luna released her chin and began to walk a slow circle around her. Much like in the group, Fleur could feel Luna’s eyes on her, caressing each inch of her own short, curvy form.

“Hmm,” she moaned, as if inspecting what she saw. Fleur flexed her core muscles, feeling a small bit of wetness seep from her hole. “I’ve decided.”

“Mistress?”

“I’ve decided what I’m going to have you wear.” Luna emerged in front of Fleur once more, smiling warmly. “Your tail, beautiful as it is, conceals my favorite little part of you. I think it’s about time we got it out of the way, so everypony can see you. Sit tight, love. I’ll be right back.” Luna kissed her cheek before swaggering over to the crate she had opened and rummaging around. Fleur waited patiently, her core tingling with anticipation.

“Here we are.” Luna emerged from the crate with what could effectively be called a tube. Fleur peered at it curiously, noting a slight protrusion from one of the openings of the device. Luna wiggled it teasingly at Fleur, her eyes dancing gleefully. “Have you seen this one yet?”

“I can’t say I have, Mistress.” Fleur shrugged, frowning at the strange new device.

“Well, here’s what we’re going to do with it…” Luna pulled her own braid up and passed it through one of the openings, pushing it through until the tube rested against her neck. Her braid poked out of the other end, dangling in the air. “See how my hair now hangs away from my body?”

“Oh. Oh!” Fleur saw it an instant, and the protrusion became even more clear. Luna grinned as Fleur connected the dots. Smoothly, she pulled the tube off, approaching Fleur with it.

“Turn around, Cerulean… I think it’s about time we get that pesky tail lifted away from you…”

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Their arrival back among the ponies of the expo was one for the record books. Luna held her leash haughtily, her head high as she looked down at the ponies around her. She was every bit as intimidating and commanding as a Princess might be. Fleur was shocked to see how many ponies she drew looks from. Here she was, trussed up and ready for show, and playing second fiddle to the most beautiful pony at the entire expo.

The whispers were back in force. Luna hardly glanced at anypony else, even other doms Fleur recognized as past acquaintances of hers. Fleur smiled inwardly as she took in the scene. 'Of course she's not looking at any other ponies; Luna's here to give them a show - me.'

“Lead.” Luna quipped at her about halfway through the expo hall. “I want you first.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur jumped to obey, walking to the extent of her leash. She was now the center of attention, though she caught many ponies staring at Luna instead of her. Not that she minded, of course. Luna certainly was a worthy mare to stare at.

’But it’s MY pussy that’s exposed, MY body that’s on display for them… They really ought to be looking at me.’ Fleur tossed her mane over her neck and twitched her tail, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the tube’s protrusion shifted inside her anus. The tube itself kept her tail up and away from her marehood, but to keep it in place, a small protrusion was inserted into her anus, holding the whole thing in place. Whenever Fleur flexed her tail, that little round-tipped shaft pulsed inside of her, making her ooze more wetness.

And she really was oozing. It soon became apparent to the ponies they paraded in front of that she was the focus here, not Luna. Her cheeks heated as Luna pulled her to a stop, giving her a few short, clipped commands.

“Sit.” Luna barked. Fleur plopped down immediately, her gaze fixed straight ahead, not focused on any particular point. They had passed through just about the entire convention space by now, and were on their second lap. They were in the middle of a busy hall when other ponies began to form a ring around the two of them; it had enough space to move around and stretch out, but not much else. There was no buffer between Fleur and these ponies. No stanchions or walls or barriers of any sort. The only thing keeping their rampaging desires at bay was respect for Luna.

Or rather, respect for Aurora.

“We’re going to showcase you for everypony now, Cerulean. Be on your best behavior. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur could feel her chest tighten immediately. ’Right here? Right in the middle of the hallway?’ A short ways away, though, Fleur spotted another group of ponies gathering, their attention turned away from her and Luna. ’Oh, okay… I see. Everypony in the competition is in this hallway… I wonder how many of us there are?’ Fleur remained still, her eyes still straight forwards. Luna remained behind her, but issued no further commands for the moment. Fleur sat there, not looking at anypony, but getting many envious looks in return. Not to mention, the odd angle she was sitting at had the tail attachment pressing right into her prostate, making her entire nether region tingle pleasantly.

They sat there for maybe three or four minutes. Fleur was beginning to grow restless, her core dripping and twitching with anticipation. Luna stood and issued her first real command, other than to sit there and behave. “Stand up, Cerulean. And keep your eyes down.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur obeyed instantly, giving a soft sigh as the pressure on her prostate was relieved. It was beginning to get debilitating, sitting there like that with no way to be relieved. At least now they were making progress, even if it was only to stand there and be ogled. She felt the eyes on her again, that familiar heat of exposure and embarrassment rising in her cheeks and in her core. She felt a bead of arousal drip down her thighs as Luna began to speak.

“My name is Aurora of Horseshoe Bay, and this is Cerulean, of the same. We are here to compete for the title of best dom and sub at the Eighty-Seventh Annual Trottingham BDSM Expo. Please consider us when voting.” She sounded awfully official, and unless Fleur was mistaken, she had actually bowed to the audience. Before Fleur could get a concise look, though, Luna stepped up to her side. A firm tug pulled her head back, her scalp screaming in protest as her mane was yanked.

“Bow for the ponies, Cerulean.” She growled into Fleur’s ear. Fleur could do nothing but give a thin whimper, her mouth hanging open, on the cusp of screaming and staying quiet. She managed to win out against a scream, and forced her head down against the pressure on her scalp. The field of magic raked through her hair, probably tearing a few platinum-blonde strands out, but she managed to pull her head down low enough to nearly kiss the floor.

“I am unworthy,” She managed to croak. “Thank you for viewing me…”

“Hmm.” Luna gave a soft hum as the field of magic released from around her mane. From somewhere behind her, she thought she heard a pen click.

“Very good, Mistress Aurora, Cerulean… We look forward to seeing what you two have in store for us.” A rather official-looking pony swept around, just inside the ring of ponies. He handed Luna a small leaflet. “All the information you need is in there. Votes will be tallied this evening after ten.”

“Thank you.” Luna turned to Cerulean, smiling wickedly. “I know just where to put this… For safe-keeping.” Her horn glowed as the pamphlet levitated down to Fleur’s tail, wrapping around her until it could slide neatly inside the tube holding her tail away from her haunches. “There we go, my pet… Try not to get it wet, hmm?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur whimpered. Even the slight shifting had worked the bulb inside her anus, further eliciting more fluid from her marehood. Dear goddess, I hope I'm not on my back much; I really don't want to ruin that pamphlet.'

“You’re in room one, stage one.” The pony handed a small ticket to Luna next, smiling warmly at her. “Top pick, it seems. Enjoy yourself.”

“Oh we will.” Luna grinned wickedly at Fleur. “Because there’ll be hell to pay if we don’t.”

Fleur swallowed.

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Room one, stage one was indeed the first and largest room in the expo, and their stage was located in the middle of the floor. Ponies were milling about in disorganized groups, chatting or looking around disinterestedly. Fleur felt a shiver of magic pass over her rump as Luna pulled the pamphlet free.

“Hmm… Seems we’re not expected to begin until five… That gives us five hours to impress, Cerulean. It’s three now, so we have two hours to prepare.” She rolled the pamphlet shut and replaced it in Fleur’s tail holder, arching an eyebrow teasingly at her. “What do you want to do, my little pet?”

“I don’t know, mistress…” Fleur looked about disinterestedly. “Perhaps we could get a look at our competition?”

“Not allowed.” Luna sighed. “They don’t want doms getting a look at other dom’s techniques… They might try something their sub isn’t prepared or trained for in an attempt to one-up the competition. It really isn’t that much of a competition, to be honest. There’s no prize other than bragging rights at next year’s expo.” Luna gestured around at the ponies gathered. “It’s a little loose, and there aren’t any real rules against peeking in on another session, but it’s more out of respect than anything else. Most of the day tomorrow is geared towards doms, and discussion of methods and practices. It’s a day to be open with one another. Tonight’s about tooting our horns, so to speak.” Luna smiled at Fleur.

“Pick something else to do, and I’ll gladly do it for you.”

“I’m just happy being here with you, mistress.” Fleur smiled back at Luna. “I can wait until we’re supposed to begin.”

“Socializing, then.” Luna settled with a slight smile. Fleur realized Luna had hit the nail on the head; she had no problems with standing here, talking with other subs and doms before the show began.

“You could say that.” Fleur muttered with a blush. She shot a glance to the moderately large group of ponies gathering in the main room, her heart picking up in her chest. “That’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Encouraged, even.” Luna chuckled. “Come, Cerulean. Let’s make ourselves available.”

The next two hours were spent standing in front of their stage, smiling and chatting with other ponies who approached them. Most of them were either moderate or experienced doms with very specific and technical questions for Luna. Some of them required a brief demonstration, which Fleur was only all too happy to offer her body for. There were even a few positions or knots that Luna told Fleur to give her own opinion on. Those moments were her favorites, along with the short discussions that she had with a few other subs who had questions of their own.

Through these conversations, Fleur was shocked to learn that many other relationships were based upon pleasure for the dom, rather than the sub. The vast majority of subs at this event were here at the behest of their dom, either having been strong-hoofed into coming, or attended simply because they were expected to. Dozens of other subs had approached her, and none of them were in a position nearly unique as her own... An observation which spun up some very personal - and very concerning - questions in her mind.

’Am I truly a deviant? It seems like I’m the only pony here who actually enjoys being tied up… Everypony else just seems to tank through it, just so their dom can enjoy themselves. It’s almost the other way around for Luna and I; she enjoys tying me up only because I enjoy it– Wait, does Luna enjoy being a dom…? Or does she like seeing me enjoy myself?’ Fleur cast a surreptitious glance to her beautiful dom, frowning just a bit.

’When I really get down to it, this relationship is all about me, isn’t it? I really ought to ask Luna what all she gets out of this… How much she’s actually enjoying herself.’

“Cerulean,” Luna drew Fleur out of her reverie with a soft utterance. Fleur started a bit as she was brought back to reality. Everypony was looking at her then, and she realized she had been- “You’re staring.”

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress!” Fleur stuttered, dipping her head. “I-It’s just that you’re so beautiful, I couldn’t help it… I… I’m just…”

“Being naughty, Cerulean.” Luna cooed, lifting her chin. “We start soon, my little pet… I’ll delegate your punishment then.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur sheepishly blushed up at Luna, feeling bad for having broken etiquette.

’Focus, girl… You’re here for a reason. And besides…’ She glanced down the length of Luna’s slender, disguised form, to where her cutie mark rested underneath the form-fitting outfit. ’Maybe this punishment will involve one of those crops…’

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“Here,” Luna hovered two small pills towards Fleur, minutes before they stepped onto the stage.

“Headache medicine?” Fleur peered at the pills questioningly.

“To help with the pain… Taking them preemptively makes the session a little more… Bearable. We’re going to push some of your limits, ‘Cerulean.’ I want you to feel it, but not that much.”

Fleur was silent for a moment as she glanced again between the pills and Luna. She reached forward, took the pills from Luna...

And dropped them on the floor.

“Not today, mistress.”

Luna stared at her, jaw open.

“Oh my dear, sweet pet…” She groaned after a short while. “You’ve no idea the hell you’ve just condemned yourself to.”

“I think I’ve got an inkling.” Fleur teased, watching as Luna glared down at her. The lights in the room dimmed briefly; the show would begin in a few minutes. Luna stepped closer, her face now inches away from Fleur's.

“This is going to hurt, you know.”

Fleur stared deeply into Luna's eyes. "How long before showtime? And are we alone back here?"

"About two minutes." Luna said before raising an eyebrow at her. "And yes. But, why?"

"Mistress, can you remove my collar for a moment?"

Luna's eyes widened in near-shock. "Cerulean, this really isn't the tim—"

Fleur was undeterred. "Mistress, please? I must say something, but I have to say it as me, and nopony else.

After a moment, the soft hum of magic enveloped her neck, and Fleur felt the collar pop open. "Clock is ticking, so talk quickly."

Luna was wholly unprepared for what happened next.

“I know.” Fleur breathed, her heart hammering. “But I don’t care. It’s not the pain I’m in it for…” She looked up at Luna with tears in her eyes. Happy tears.

“It’s because I love you.”

The words had barely left her mouth when Fleur lunged forward, locking the Princess in a fiery kiss. Her tongue dove into Luna's mouth, immediately wrapping itself around Luna's own. The Princess could only moan as Fleur wrapped a hoof around her neck and pulled the kiss deeper still, as though she were pouring her heart out in a single motion.

Then, just as quickly as it started, the kiss was over. Fleur pulled back from Luna, lowering her hoof so that it came to rest on her cheek. The look in Luna's eyes at that moment could have melted the earth.

"...I love you too." Luna flashed her a brief smile, filled with warmth and appreciation. Fleur knew that smile, whether it be Aurora’s face or Luna’s that it graced. It was her smile.

A smile that could only belong to her lover.

She heard a faint click as the collar slipped back on.

A smile that could only belong to her dom.

The lights went up, and Fleur was airborne.

“OOF!” She grunted as the stage greeted her in a less-than-friendly fashion. She skidded about a foot along the smooth plastic surface before coming to a halt, her legs askew. Her mane flipped into her face, halfway blocking what she was seeing. But she did manage to see Luna mounting the stage behind her. Gone was that warm and compassionate look. It was replaced by a cold, stoic mistress. Unforgiving and hard.

'But that's okay. I'm not in the mood to be forgiven, or to be handled softly.'

She grinned as she flipped her mane out of her eyes and rose to her hooves.

'It's show time.'

Only to cry out as Luna gripped her mane in a tight field of magic.

“AAHN!” She closed her eyes as the pressure on her scalp ripped through her senses, sending waves of hot pain pulsing into her body. Sweet, blessed pain… It dulled instantly into waves of heat that radiated through her entire body. She was in it now, and there was no going back. Ponies were looking at her, and not just a dozen, or forty, or however many had been watching her before.

In this room alone, there were close to a thousand ponies. And after their dramatic entrance, all of their eyes were upon her. She could feel those eyes on her, boring into her; through her. Fleur was naked in every sense of the word. Her body was the audience's to behold - and Luna's to own. It was her body Luna was focused on just then, and if the pain in her head was any indication, she had just begun what was destined to be their hardest, longest session to date.

“You filthy little cunt.” Luna growled, her muzzle right next to Fleur’s. She hardly had to breathe a word to be heard, yet Fleur knew many of the ponies gathered around the stage were privy to this conversation. “You forgot your manners, Cerulean. I expected better from you.” Luna pulled hard enough to lift Fleur off of her forelegs, leaving only her hind hooves on the stage. Her mane was pulled taut, holding the rest of her weight up.

“Tell everypony what you did. Tell everypony why I have to punish you, Cerulean.”

“AHN! I- I- I was l-l-looking at you, Mistress!” Fleur panted, her chest heaving with each new breath. Her heart was thundering in her chest now. She could have sworn everypony would be able to see the lump of her heart pumping against her ribs.

“Not just looking, Cerulean.” Luna pulled back, but kept Fleur there by her hair. “You were staring at me.”

“AHH! Yes, Mistress! I was st-staring at you!” Luna was more domineering and forceful than she had ever seen her. Fleur closed her eyes, feeling another wave of arousal seep from her core. It felt like the first brush to her sensitive clit would rocket her over the edge. 'I hope she makes me cum soon.'

“My pets don’t get the pleasure of staring at me, Cerulean. They are meant to be stared at.” Luna lifted her up with a combination of her mane and a firm field of magic around her rump. Fleur gasped as she was lifted above the stage, spinning in a slow circle. “Let’s give these ponies a good look, huh? Oh, and lookie here…” Luna’s hoof rose to flick the tube around the base of her tail. The bulb in her anus twitched, making her jump and whimper thinly.

“Why, your pesky tail has already been taken care of. And you’re soaking wet, Cerulean.” A hoof ran over her dripping core, making Fleur open her mouth in shock. The hoof glided over her coat with ease. "Are you actually enjoying this, pet?"

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Fleur whimpered, squirming in Luna’s magic hold.

“What was that, Cerulean?” Luna rose a hoof to her ear, smiling thinly. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Y-yes, Mistress!” Fleur gasped once more, her entire body throbbing in time with her heartbeat by now.

“What are you enjoying, Cerulean?” Luna called her out, holding her open for everypony to see. The entire room was looking at her in that one moment. She closed her eyes, swallowed once, and let it go.

“I’m enjoying everypony watching me!” She gasped. Luna grinned and lowered her onto her back, legs splayed wide open.

“Good, Cerulean… Good. Now that you admit you’re a dirty little slut, we can get on to your punishment.” Luna’s horn glowed once more, gripping a small bundle off to the side of the stage. Fleur swallowed as Luna hovered it over, peeling it apart to reveal the contents. Somehow, she got the feeling she’d be on the business end of many of them before these three hours were up.

First and foremost in the group was Luna’s new cutie mark in corporeal form. Fleur gave a thin whimper of distress as Luna lifted the riding crop, dragging the flat tip over her twitching stomach. She was winding Fleur up, getting her ready for the blow. Fleur knew it was coming; it was inevitable. She had to be punished for staring at her dom whilst other ponies were around. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Fleur was excited for it. The other part of her was scared…

And rightfully so.

*THWA-CRACK!*

Fleur had never screamed so loudly in her life. The ear-wrenching exhalation pulsed from her in force, driven on a wave of searing agony like she had never felt before. She was detached; completely separated from herself. She had died, she was sure of it.

’Too much! Too much! The safeword! I need to say the safewo-oh!’ As soon as the pain came, so did the heat. It stung hard, but the pain dulled down just as quickly as it came on. just like it always did. Fleur knew it would. The panic was gone, replaced with trust.

It hurt…

But the pain soon made way for a kind of pleasure that Fleur had never before felt. The heat spread into her core, permeating every last muscle. She gasped as she released a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, looking up at Luna with a pleading expression. Luna tapped the flat end of the riding crop against Fleur’s body at intervals, along her stomach and chest, up her neck, on the tip of her horn, down her foreleg, on the inside of her thigh…

“My, my…” Luna teased, rubbing the flat tip against Fleur’s dripping marehood. “Look at this… You’re so wet, Cerulean… I do hope you didn’t get the pamphlet wet?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress…” Fleur feared to move her body where the crop had struck her, but Luna’s dangerously cold expression was enough to make her want to squirm. The pain intensified in waves, but turned to heat faster and faster. Fleur was quickly growing accustomed to it, but that wasn’t a good thing just then. She was dripping wet, enough to easily have soaked through to the pamphlet held in her tail’s tube.

“Let’s see, Cerulean… Oh, look…” Luna pulled the pamphlet out, the bottom half of it dark and warped with liquid. “You’ve gotten it all wet… And your precious tail, too… Well, this isn’t going to do us any more good…” Luna’s horn glowed gently, and Fleur felt the bulb inside of her shift a little. She gave a soft gasp, her eyes opening.

“M-mistress!” She panted, writhing underneath Luna.

“Ooh, yes, my love?” Luna teased, rotating the tube in a slow, purposeful circle. Fleur could have melted.

“Aah! Mistress, please, may I cum?” Fleur panted breathily, her chest shaking with each breath now. The heat from her whipping and the tube’s protrusion in her tailhole were proving to be a difficult combination to deal with. Fleur’s vagina hadn’t even been touched yet, and she was on the verge of letting it all go.

“No, Cerulean. You may not cum.” Luna teased, still rotating the tube inside of her. “Do not cum, Cerulean… Whatever you do.”

“M-mistress! Please!” Fleur cried out, her eyes clenched shut. “I-I can’t hold back anymore!”

“Don’t do it, Cerulean! Don’t you dare cum!”

“AAAAAAAAAHN~!” Fleur arched her back, spurting a thin stream of cum all over Luna’s hoof. She knew she was going to pay dearly for that, but damn it all she didn’t give a single fuck. The heat culminated in her cunt, blasted away in one cool wave of orgasmic release. Fleur could hear her cum splattering onto the plastic stage, and even onto Luna’s outfit. When her giddy smile came to bear on Luna, she was greeted with a glare, and a slowly tapping riding crop.

“I told you not to cum, Cerulean.” Luna began to pace a slow circle around her. One of her hooves was darkened with liquid, the other still dry save for the underside, where she stepped into the puddle of cum. “You didn’t have my permission, and yet you still came… You’re being exceptionally naughty tonight. You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Uuhn, yes Mistress…” Fleur closed her eyes, sighing as she resigned herself to her fate. “I’ll just-“

*THWA-CRACK!*

“AAAAAIIIIIIIEEE!” Fleur’s scream even hurt her own ears. The pain impaled her, shot straight into the core of her being, gripped her, and beat her soul with two iron-clad hooves. She was lost on a wave of pain, slowly sinking into a warm haven of heated arousal. That riding crop was excruciating, but the product was incredible. Every muscle in her body contracted again as the heat rolled over her, causing more arousal to seep out onto her already-soaked thighs

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” Luna dragged the tip of the crop over Fleur’s dripping gash once more, displaying the glistening whip for all to see. “I barely even took the tube out and freed your tail. Is your anus really that sensitive, my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur managed to grunt through gritted teeth.

“Let’s see, then…”

“Woah!” Fleur gasped as she was wrapped in Luna’s magic and lifted from her back, hovering in mid-air, though she maintained the same position. “M-mistress!” Fleur gasped, writhing in the air.

“Shush, my pet…” Luna hushed her with a hoof. “We’re going to see how much you like getting your tailhole plugged…” Luna beamed as she withdrew a long, slender dildo, separated into several sections of rounded beads. Fleur swallowed as Luna pressed the head against her anus, teasing her with gentle bits of pressure. “Ooh, I do love the look of this… Your ass is so tight and clean…” Luna leaned in, replacing the dildo with her tongue for a moment. “Hmm, and clean… So tasty. I might just lick you for the next three hours instead…”

“P-please, Mistress…” Fleur whimpered. “Do what you want with me…”

“I had planned on it.” Luna gave her ass another quick lick before pulling the dildo into her mouth. She kept Fleur there, but paced another slow circle. Fleur kept her legs spread wide open, giving the ponies in the audience a good, long look at her dripping core. She was certain there were marks from the whips, one on her thigh and the other on her ribcage. She didn’t care. If anything, the thought of her body bearing her dom's hoofwork made her wetter

’Look at me, everypony’ she thought, closing her eyes in bliss.

’Look at how wet I am. Look at the marks on my body. Look at my dripping pussy… Do you like them? Does this arouse you? Are you going to remember this? Will you touch yourself to this? Doms, will you tell your subs to remember me when you whip them? Subs, will you try to be like me for your doms? To truly enjoy yourself? To enjoy the pain, the embarrassment?

To truly, fully enjoy being a sub?’

“AUHHHN!” Fleur arched her back as the dildo slid smoothly into her anus, popping past her rosebud in a series of six round protrusions. It was much larger than her tail holder, and each bump that passed her pucker to massage her insides made Fleur writhe. “Mistress!” Fleur panted, her thighs twitching. “Mistress, it feels so good! Please, may I cum?!”

“Oh my, dear Cerulean…” Luna teased, bringing the dildo to a halt inside of her. “This is your punishment. You’re not supposed to cum from this.”

“AHN!” Fleur’s mane was yanked hard once more, igniting her scalp with an intense, hot fire.

“Don’t you dare cum this time, or so help me I will not show you mercy.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Fleur panted, her eyes clenched firmly. Luna released her mane again, this time flipping Fleur over and setting her on her hooves. The sudden shift of her rear made the toy swirl inside of her, eliciting a trickle of arousal from her abused cunt. She was ravenous; she wanted to cum, and to cum hard. Luna was winding her up again. She knew her deliverance would come; she just had to be patient.

“Hold this in your ass, Cerulean.” Luna quipped, standing behind Fleur. When she looked back, she saw something with a hook. When Luna maneuvered it closer to her anus, she felt it scrape the base of the dildo, pushing them a little further. “Don’t drop it,” Luna hung a weight on the dildo, grinning wickedly. “Hold it for as long as you can. And don’t cum, either. I see you using your hooves to pleasure yourself, I’ll double your punishment. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress!” Fleur gasped, flexing her core muscles as hard as she could. The weight on the dildo was moderate, but she had done this a few times before for conditioning. She could handle this. Indeed, the weight settled, and Fleur kept the dildo inside of her. Moaning softly, she rolled her head, looking around for a brief second.

Ponies everywhere were watching. Some more actively than others, but watching they were. The pros, doms all of them, kept the rest of the crowd at-bay while Luna did her work. But past that, it was mayhem. Ponies were either kissing, fucking, or indulging in their own sessions. Everypony in the crowd seemed to hinge on her ability to hold onto the dildo. They stared with rapt attention as the weight dangled slightly between her sodden haunches. Fleur closed her eyes at the sight, a smile gracing her lips.

'I will hold onto this dildo. For me. For the crowd.

For Luna.'

“Hmm, you’re doing well.” Luna noted, standing behind Fleur. “Let’s up the ante a bit, hmm?”

“Yes, Mistress-s-s-s…” Fleur drew the last breath out as Luna pressed a devious vibrator against the base of the dildo, right where it disappeared into her ass. The buzzing of plastic on plastic drove her insane, filling her entire mind with the sensation of it. Luna just chuckled and held the vibrator there, her lips kissing up and down Fleur’s neck. The effect was her entire body shook with the vibrations, nice and low.

“Mistress,” Fleur whimpered, flexing her muscles around the dildo. “I… I wanna cum…”

“I know you do.” Luna teased, rubbing the vibrator in a small circle. “Why don’t you go ahead, Cerulean? Give these ponies a show…”

“C-can I, Mistress?” Fleur asked, her eyes wide like a foal’s. When Luna smiled and nodded, Fleur could have cried. She surrendered to her baser urges, her mouth hanging open as another orgasm instantly ripped its way through her psyche. Her cum dribbled onto the plastic stage noisily, forming a small puddle with how much she was emitting. Her legs shook under her own weight, but she managed to stay standing, panting and grinning like a fool.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Cerulean.” Luna pulled away, speaking loudly so everypony could hear. What few ponies had turned away to focus on other groups or even their own ministrations returned their gaze to her, some of them cheering, others politely clapping. Apparently squirters as accomplished as her were a rarity in the BDSM field. One of the other doms that had spoke with Luna just before their show had asked how to get his sub to squirt. Luna had told him some ponies simply couldn't, while others were incredibly proficient at it.

'Well, I'm clearly in the latter category.' she thought. 'And I love it each and every time it happens.'

Squirting for Fleur was an amazing sense of release, similar to to finally finding a bathroom after an excessively long wait. The wave of release was physical and mental at the same time; but in those moments, she was completely at the mercy of her body. It either came out in a vicious spurt, arcing well into the air or shooting into the ground, or a nice, prolonged dribble of liquid.

The prolonged dribbles were her favorite, and that's just what she got just then as she continued to add to the growing puddle of cum beneath her. Some of it was legitimate squirt, the rest was pure arousal. The eyes of a thousand ponies were on her, and she was determined to give them a show. Her mouth hung open, freely drooling onto the floor, each new pulse of the vibrator against her pucker eliciting another long, throaty moan from her.

“Good… Good, Cerulean.” Luna cooed now and then, still working the vibrator. “You’re making such a show… Ooh, I think I’ve just about punished you enough… I think it’s time you got a reward.” Luna pulled the dildo from her butt, smiling at the fair amount of glistening arousal it had accumulated. But the vibrator remained, pressed against her pulsing pucker. “Here we go, darling…” Luna pushed the vibrator inside of her, sliding it over her rigid walls with perfect ease. The vibrations never ceased, but now they were inside of her…

“Oooohh,” Fleur moaned, rolling her neck in a circle. “Mistress, this is incredible…”

“Isn't it just?” Luna cupped her chin with a hoof, forcing her eyes upwards. “Look at them, Cerulean… Look at all those ponies. They’re all watching you. Their eyes are on you, looking at you. At your pussy. At your asshole…” She pulled her hoof away, glistening with Fleur’s spit. “At your drool. You’re such a fucking mess, Cerulean… I think before I reward you, you’re going to have to clean it up.”

“Yes, Mistress! Ahn!” Fleur gasped as Luna pushed her face down, collapsing her forelegs forcibly. She fell face-first into the puddle of cum on the stage, but her tongue was already at work. She knew what to do. She didn't even need Luna to tell her.

'It's not the floor of the shower, but I won't complain...'

She began lapping at the pockets of musky, feminine ejaculate she had deposited, slurping up the large ones, fully licking the smaller ones. It made her tongue sore, and the taste wasn't the most ideal, but she was completely wrapped up in it. Luna’s hoof remained on the back of her head, keeping her down, never giving her a moment’s rest. All the while, her anus quivered with the vibrator inside of it, even as Luna began to massage that tiny hole with her hoof.

“Uhnf…” Fleur panted against the ground, drooling onto the stage some more. She had to clean up what she spilled, even while forcing herself to move on to the next bit of cum to wipe up. Luna put her right on the cusp. It wouldn't do to add to the mess Fleur had to clean up, even though she was still helplessly oozing. She knew now why Luna had her hydrate so much. She was losing so much fluid… If this pace continued, she might just need to refuel before they were done.

But things seemed to be slowing down. Fleur had cleaned up most everything on the floor, and she lay there panting with Luna’s hoof planted on the base of her skull. Luna looked down at her for a few long moments before lifting her hoof from the back of her head, and pressing it to Fleur’s lips.

“You missed a spot, my pet.” She cooed, poking at Fleur’s tongue playfully. Fleur just grinned and gave Luna her tongue, dragging it numbly over the outfit she wore. It was warm and smooth, and clung to Luna intimately… It almost felt no different from licking her actual hoof. Fleur moaned, squirming her hips to shift the vibrator around inside of herself. She was panting between licks now, and her tongue had stopped responding to her demands. Luna quickly capitalized on that, toying with Fleur's tongue over and over again. Fleur began to drool uncontrollably, splattering her chin with spit.

“Alright, Cerulean.” Luna’s horn glowed as she pulled a length of rope from the bundle. “I think it’s time for your reward…”

“Yehth, Mithtweth…” Fleur slurped past her tongue, looking up at her beautiful, perfect dom with half-lidded, lusty eyes.

“Hooves up.” Luna beckoned. Fleur obeyed, lifting her forelegs to allow Luna to tie them together. She left a long length of rope at the end, which she wound up and out of sight towards the rafters. Fleur came up on her hind legs as Luna lifted her ever-higher until she was standing upright, her forelegs stretched above her, her hind legs supporting all of her weight. “Spread your legs.” Luna held the crop in her magic, and tapped it on the inside of her thighs until Fleur spread her legs. This put more weight on her bound hooves, but she adjusted to it seamlessly. This was one of Luna's favorite ties, and she put it to use often.

“There we are…” Luna smiled as Fleur was finally set in place. Her mane was frazzled and matted in places where she had dragged it through her cum, and her tail looked much the same. The vibrator was still in her anus, buzzing away happily, but not hard enough to make her cum. It was close, but not quite there. Fleur swayed her hips a little, trying to shift it, to squeeze just a little bit more pleasure from it, but to no avail. Luna watched her endeavor with a teasing smile, her horn still holding the crop.

“You look divine, Cerulean… I could just eat you up.” Luna stepped forward, running her tongue and the crop along Fleur’s stomach at equal speeds. “Hmm… So good…” She moaned, closing her eyes with a soft smile. “You’re delicious, my pet… Why, I almost feel guilty keeping you all to myself…” Luna turned and stalked away to the side of the stage, smiling down at a couple standing just beyond the ring of event ponies.

“You there, what’s your name?”

“E-er, Cuff… Mistress Aurora.”

“Cuff, are you here alone or with somepony?”

“M-my master, Mistress… He’s-“

“Right here, ma’am.”

“Aah, your name?”

“Whiplash.” The stallion grunted. Luna just smiled at him softly.

“Would you mind if I borrowed Cuff for a moment? I only need her for her tongue.”

“She’s all yours, Mistress Aurora… just don’t leave any marks. On her, I mean… You’re welcome to leave all the marks you want on Cerulean.”

“Done deal.” Luna grinned and beckoned Cuff up onto the stage. Apparently guests were somewhat of a common occurrence at these sorts of events. Ponies all around began to gather closer, watching as a blushing Cuff mounted the stage, standing right in front of Fleur. “Don’t be shy,” Luna urged Cuff forwards, smiling warmly. “She doesn’t bite. That’s my ob.”

“Eer, y-yes, M-mistress…” Cuff was a rather unassuming young pony, but she was fairly cute. A touch pudgy around the middle but with a beautiful face and a moderate-length mane styled only with a few gentle waves. But her tongue was divine. Fleur’s back arched with a cry as Cuff laid her tongue against Fleur’s dripping hole, giving it a long, sloppy lick. Fleur could hear droplets of spit and arousal impact the stage, but she didn’t care. She’d gladly clean it again if it meant cumming by Cuff’s tongue. She was incredible, paying equal attention to Fleur’s labia and her clitoris. She’d alternate between three slow thrusts with her tongue and a few rapid flicks, which served to devolve Fleur into something less than a pony; something closer to an ooze in fur. She melted against her ropes, resting fully on her hind legs as Cuff continued to lick.

Meanwhile, Luna had moved around to her back. The dildo returned, rubbing her pucker gently. Before, the vibrator had rested on the outside, buzzing against the plastic and the rim of her anus. Now, the vibrator was inside of her, and Luna seemed intent on poking it with the dildo. As the first bead slid in, Fleur gave a clipped cry, oozing more liquid onto Cuff’s skilled tongue as it continued massaging every inch of her soaked marehood. Ponies all around were enjoying the show, many more of them masturbating or fucking to get rid of the pent-up arousal. Fleur probably enjoyed that the most.

’These ponies are watching me do what I love, and it’s turning them on. So much so they can’t resist anymore. Oh, I love it… I never thought I’d like having another mare lick me, but damn it all. Luna pulled her out of the audience. If she’s okay with it, so am I.’ Fleur craned her neck backwards, giving several breathy pants as her limit drew nearer.

“M-mistress, may I cum?”

“You have my permission, my love.” Luna nodded, which was like giving the answer to open the floodgates. Cuff gave a soft gurgle of surprise before coughing up the cum Fleur spurted into her mouth, her chin dripping long, shiny strands of it even as Fleur continued to pour her orgasmic juices onto the stage.

“Thank you, dear Cuff.” Luna waved the other pony off with the dildo, still glistening with spit and release. “Do tell Whiplash he’s got a brilliant sub…”

“Y-yes, of course… Th-thank you, Mistress…” Cuff shuffled off, though Fleur saw her bow to Whiplash at the edge of the stage. She didn’t see much after that, though. Luna’s magic sounded as she draped a blindfold over Fleur’s eyes.

“I think you've seen enough, my pet.” She cooed, stroking Fleur’s mane gently. “No more seeing… Only feeling. What do you feel, my love? Tell me what you’re feeling right now. Every bit of it.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…” Fleur worked her still-numb tongue in her mouth, whimpering a little. ’Best to start from the top down…’

“I feel… The rope around my hooves. I feel the burn in my legs. I can… I can feel your hoof in my mane.” Fleur nuzzled into the touch lovingly, her lips spreading in a smile. “I can feel the strands of my mane matted together with my delicious cum. I can feel the energy in my muscles, the strain that’s been placed on them already. I’m a little hungry.” A chuckle rippled outwards, but silenced instantly. Fleur guessed that Luna had given them a single look to silence the masses. Fleur raised her head, closing her eyes behind the blindfold.

“I can feel the air around me, and… And… I can feel everypony’s eyes on me.” She dripped. “I can feel the vibrator in my ass. I can feel your sillage.” She sniffed slightly, inhaling the scents… “I can feel the sex in the air.”

“Good, Cerulean… Now tell me, what do you feel when I do this?”

“Oh!” Fleur gasped as two hooves dove between her thighs, playing with her dripping labia. “I f-feel your hooves playing with my pussy.” Fleur panted, her cheeks flushing.

“Yes, Cerulean…” Luna breathed into her ear. “Tell them what you feel.” Luna’s hooves began peeling her apart, pulling even more liquid from her. Fleur craned her neck, her muscles flexing for a few blissful moments.

“I can feel your hooves… You’re – hnn… You’re touching my clitoris.” Fleur was panting again, her chest rising and falling smoothly. Luna gave a soft ‘hmm’ of acknowledgement against her ear, even as her hoof singled out Fleur’s clitoris, spinning it in tight circles. Fleur opened her mouth in a full-bodied groan of fulfilled desire, letting it carry out to everypony there.

“AAHN!” Her eyes clenched shut, even as another wave of pleasure rocked through her body. The vibrator was working together with Luna to push her rapidly towards yet another orgasm. “Mistress!” Fleur gasped, her whole world devolving into yet another warm haze of pleasure.

“Go ahead, Cerulean.” Luna whispered into her ear. “Let it go.”

“Y-yes, Mistress! UHN!” Fleur flexed every muscle in her abdomen, feeling the pleasure build up to a wet, rushing head. When it peaked, Fleur was loosed into the river of bliss, completely lost to the world. Pinpoints of light exploded behind her eyelids, and she felt her muscles shake uncontrollably. She was lost. Completely gone.

And nothing could possibly have made her happier.

“Oh Cerulean,” Luna’s voice floated to her, sounding distant and mysterious. Fleur struggled to bring herself around, to pay attention to her dom. “And to think…” Something pressed against Fleur’s vagina; something thick and round.

“We’ve only just begun.”

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The showers were packed to the brim. Not that Fleur minded, seeing so many ponies drenched through and through was actually kind of nice. Then again, given how sore she was, she didn’t quite feel like doing much of anything. Luna unclipped her leash and collar, leading her over to one of the only empty spaces in the packed shower floor.

“Here you go, Cerulean.” Luna bubbled, guiding her under the hot stream of water. “You feeling okay?”

“A little shaky,” Fleur admitted, closing her eyes under the water. “But perfectly fine otherwise.”

“How was it?” Luna asked, running her hooves through Fleur’s mane. “Too much? Too little?”

“Just right.” Fleur nuzzled Luna’s coat, now free of the clingy outfit. She had shed it halfway through the session for some forced cunnilingus, which might explain the tightness in Fleur’s jaw. Her muscles were regretting not taking the painkillers before their session, but the other part of her was still wet and rather thankful.

“We’ll get you some water after this, then the awards, and then we can sleep. Sound good?”

“Mmhmm.” Fleur buried her muzzle into Luna’s chest, sighing contentedly. The three-hour presentation they had done was just now over, and they had made a beeline for the showers to clean up. Fleur had been tied up, suspended, bound, whipped, spanked, and treated all manner of ways. Luna would alternate between caring and passionate, as she had been while Fleur was tied up, and rough, when they had begun their session.

The audience absolutely loved both of them. By the time they were done, almost everypony in their performance hall was watching, and when Fleur had been released from the final pair of hoofcuffs, it was to uproarious applause. The two of them bowed their way out, thanking everypony for watching them. Even now in the showers, Fleur was getting appreciative looks from members of the audience. They were sharing a stall with two other ponies, a couple of stallions who looked just about as exhausted as they did. Fleur paid them little mind, and got little in return. But anypony who peeked in on them – a common occurrence at such an event, she was sure – gave both herself and Luna a quick, appreciative smile, or at most a mumbled ‘thank you.’

Meanwhile, Luna had begun tenderly scrubbing Fleur’s body. She started with her mane, paying plenty of attention to the soaked strands of hair, rubbing and caressing each one, either with shampoo or conditioner, which was distributed from a roving cart tended by a rather cute earth pony mare. After that, she moved onto Fleur’s coat, moving slowly and carefully. There were places where the riding crop had kissed her that Fleur was still sensitive, and touching them made her draw a hissing breath between her teeth. At those places, Luna leaned in, her horn glowing, to heal her wound.

“I’m sorry.” Luna muttered after healing one particularly nasty welt. “I shouldn’t have gone that hard.”

“No, it’s fine.” Fleur clung to Luna, shaking a little as the healing spell finished its work. “Side-effects aside, I actually kind of liked it…”

“So that was right on, then?”

“Couldn’t have been better.” Fleur nodded. “A little harder would be too much, but it wasn’t too soft either. It was perfect.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. Now sit still, your tail’s a mess.” Luna got a chuckle from her as Fleur stood with her haunches underneath the water. Luna combed through it thoroughly, using plenty more shampoo and conditioner to treat the frazzled bits of her tail. The pulling and tugging were not helping her core muscles, which had been pushed to their absolute limit during the performance. On top of the sore muscles was the near dehydration. Fleur knew she had lost more fluids than most ponies could handle. She needed water badly, but their next meal was likely not coming until after the awards ceremony. Not wanting to alarm Luna, she slowly tilted her head up to swallow a few small mouthfuls of water from the shower head.

'Even water feels like a magic tonic.' she mused as she opened her mouth for a bit more. 'If not for Luna's food-cleaning spell, I would never have made it through in one piece. Either way, at least nothing major had been injured.’

It had been an incredibly hard session, and not just for Fleur, either. She and Luna had put on a hell of a show, displaying positions and maneuvers that some of the ponies in attendance had never even imagined before. Even as Luna scrubbed her tail obsessively, ponies continued to say so as they slipped past to an empty corner of the showers.

But more than the hard session or the praise, Fleur felt closer to Luna than ever before. She had trusted her dom to stay within her limits, never once pushing her past them. The first shock of the riding crop impacting her coat had been intense, and for a split-second, she was tempted to use the safe word.

She needn't have worried though, because Luna never even came close after that first hit. Luna had fallen into a pattern that was as seductive as it was symphonic, stepping right up to the boundary of Fleur’s tolerance, then stepping back gracefully. She had played her body, her mind, her very soul like an instrument, and together, they created what she could only hope was their magnum opus.

'Perfect. Flawless. Just like my dom…

Just like my Luna.'

Fleur had never before felt so thankful to have somepony like this to call her own. And Luna really did give herself to Fleur. She could feel it in the tender motions of her caressing Fleur’s tail. She was diligent and careful, but respectful as well. Each new stroke of her hoof through Fleur’s flowing tail was like a renewed wave of relief, making her sigh happily. She couldn’t go a moment longer without saying those words once more.

“I love you, L-Aurora.” She blushed and caught herself, glancing back at Luna. The Princess glanced at Fleur, giving her a serious look that quickly morphed into a warm smile. She leaned in and whispered in Fleur's ear, the words almost lost in the hiss of water against coat and tile.

“I love you too, Fleur.”

At those words, Fleur's legs turned to jelly, and she melted into Luna's waiting embrace. Tears of pure joy ran down her cheeks, falling against Luna's milky-white coat. 'She used my name... Dear goddess, she used my name.' All of the long years spent married to Fancy Pants had been completely forgotten the past few months, washed away by Luna’s tender passion and rough lovemaking. Fleur had completely fallen for Luna, and she didn’t care. They would have to keep their dalliances secret, the truth of their love hidden from the public, her friends, perhaps even Celestia herself.

As long as she could have this. These warm, passionate moments spent wrapped up in her embrace. Disguise or not, Fleur knew this was Luna, and that Luna loved her. She wept tears of happiness, clutching Luna’s slender, whip-tight body until she stopped.

“Come on.” Luna drew her out of the hot water. “We have to be present for the announcement.”

“Right. And I need some water… Mistress.”

“Oh, you.” Luna teased, picking her leash and collar up from their place at the edge of the showers. Fleur eagerly presented her neck, smiling warmly as Luna fastened the collar. “Always so naughty. I might just have to punish you again after we’re done here.”

“Please no, Mistress.” Fleur pouted. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“Too right you will.” Luna teased, giving her a gentle pull on the leash. Fleur followed Luna out of the bathrooms, her mane and tail a little damp but drying rapidly. Luna, however, looked thoroughly dry already, her mane already back in the same braid as before. Her tail was left alone though, and now hung naturally in place, covering her own marehood.

'At least that tube is out of the way.' Fleur mused. 'It's a bit refreshing to be decent again, at least for a time...' She smiled contentedly as she recalled the effects that the tube had on her. 'Not that I'd miss another chance to expose myself again.'

She saw now how wide a berth ponies gave her and Luna. The two of them parted the sea of expo-goers, and Fleur heard just as many whispers about her as she did about Luna.

“Oh, that’s Cerulean, Aurora’s new pet!”

“She’s so beautiful…”

“And petite. Look at that figure! She’s perfect.”

“The things I saw her do, you wouldn’t believe! I swear, she-“

“Three times! I can’t even do it once!”

“And when Aurora was wearing that strap-on, you wouldn’t believe how much she could take. I swear, Aurora was hitting the back of her throat.”

“She really looked like she was enjoying herself. Almost like the whole thing wasn’t even for Aurora’s benefit. Call me crazy, but it seemed like Aurora was doing it for Cerulean.”

“Now THAT’S a true sub right there. What I would give…”

Fleur felt herself swelling with pride at the whispers all around her, and began blushing almost immediately. She shyly looked away from the many appreciative glances, though she couldn't help putting a bit of extra swing in her hips as she walked. Subs and doms both were paying her more attention, and that attention was not unwanted. Fleur could have lit a blaze with her cheeks by the time they arrived back at the main performance room. It was 9:55, just before the announcement was to be made. Many ponies were still here, though the five individual stages had been broken down in favor of one larger stage. As they crossed the threshold of the room, a smattering of applause broke out.

“Head up, Cerulean.” Luna commanded, tugging on her leash a little. “They’re clapping for you.”

“That’s Cerulean and Aurora!”

“Whoo!”

“Alright! You two rock!”

Ponies began stamping their hooves, louder and louder now. It swelled in intensity, drowning out the individual cheers. Whistles and cat-calls chased Fleur and Luna towards the stage. She held her head high, smiling like a helpless young filly. They waded through the audience, smiling and nodding to appreciative fans until they arrived at the far side of the stage. An official-looking pony with a clipboard was waiting there, and ushered them behind the stage.

“Glad you could make it back, Cerulean, Aurora. We’re just waiting on one more couple before we begin.”

“Very good. Get some water for my pet.” Luna quipped, and the pony bowed their acquiescence. Behind the stage was a roped-off section of couches, cushions, and even a full-service bar. A smaller, more appreciative round of applause greeted the two of them as they entered the lounge. These were ponies Fleur recognized as other doms and subs that had approached Aurora during the expo. Quill was here as well, and as soon as the applause died down, he stepped forwards to meet them.

“We need to talk, ‘Aurora.’” He drew Luna aside with a look, glancing at Fleur as well. Luna just frowned and followed him, towards the far, darker side of the bar. Something seemed off about him from what Fleur remembered. He seemed more drawn and reserved. 'He's far too quiet for this environment.' she thought. Something's wrong.' Quill glanced furtively about as they drew up in the shadows, leaning close to Luna.

“Go back to your room. I’ll accept your reward for you.”

“What?!” Luna leaned in her tone thin. “Quill, I’ve been trying to win this award for years! You can’t take this from me now!”

“I know, I know!” Quill flustered. “You’re in the running for first place, but so is somepony else!” He glanced at Fleur again. “Somepony you really don’t want to see. trust me, Luna. Leave now before-“

“Here they are!” Both Fleur and Luna looked up as the last couple arrived to another reserved round of applause. Quill gave a throaty groan of exasperation. Fleur looked through the lounge at the entrance…

Her blood ran ice-cold in an instant.

“Fancy Pants.”