Moonstone – Chapter 3: Down and Dirty

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It started innocently. Well, as innocently as reading a book about BDSM could start, anyway. Fleur didn’t know exactly what to expect from the new book she had borrowed from Luna, and much like her growing addiction to the genre, the book had started innocently as well. It was about a small-town farm mare who had recently moved to a big city and had to take up work as a receptionist for a law firm. The main lawyer began to draw an eye for her, and the two soon found themselves dating.

She had always been a rough-and-tumble sort of lover, preferring a roll in the hay to fancy sheets and pretentious schmoozing, and in that regard, her new lover did not disappoint. She had enjoyed her first foray with the lawyer, and the second even more, During their third meeting, however, he revealed some of his 'darker' addictions, and she was hooked instantly. Before she knew it, they were discussing plans for tying her up, causing orgasm after orgasm without any control from her side, and dozens of other deviant ways to draw pleasure from each other.

Thankfully, Fleur had plenty of time to soak up - and soak herself in - every detail of this latest book. She attended the Thursday dinner with Luna and Hoity Toity, and despite a few heated words, managed to arrange plans for their joined charities. Luna lent some considerable help, and in the end, the evening had actually been quite enjoyable. Fleur took Friday to relax, and with no plans for the weekend, she had plenty of time to dive into the book. She was halfway through now, and while her mind wanted to nothing more than continue, her already sore marehood was asking quite pointedly for a break.

Perhaps I should take a break, she thought as she stole a glance at her sweat-dampened coat and her thoroughly frayed mane. But the book had really begun to heat up, and was just getting into some truly remarkable territory. Fleur had never even heard of vibrators before now, but she had already made a mental note to buy one of them...or maybe ten. The author described them in vivid detail, and the way that he used them on his characters made Fleur positively drip with anticipation.

Still staring at the sultry words on the page in front of her, she stole a glance at her still swollen lips, and her primal urges quickly overtook her soreness, and her sense of decency.

I will take a break....right after I finish this chapter.

’Rosy was begging for it before her master had even begun. She had been two whole weeks without an orgasm, on threat of severe punishment, and her reward was imminent. Why did he have to be so incorrigible about it? There she was, wrapped up in yet another intricate rope harness, her legs splayed wide for him to see her glistening marehood. His cock dangled in front of her face, oozing pre-cum and looking almost too good to be true. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

“Please,” Rosy whimpered. “Please, master… Fuck me?”

“Aah… Not just yet, my little pet.” He waved a hoof in front of her face, his thick rod bobbing up and down. She could see he was lathered already, still oozing the musky, thick fluid she had come to crave. “I want to watch you squirm a little longer…”

“Ooh, yessss…” Fleur let her breath hiss out past her teeth, moaning and clenching her eyes as her hooves brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She whimpered and arched her hips up into the air. Through the fog of pleasure, her mind barely focused enough to keep the book levitated above her. She continued reading, grinding her hoof against her dripping hole, and panting as loud as she could.

’His shaft was like cool relief bursting through her. She cried out in ecstasy as he slid in, her voice echoing back off of the cold stone walls. The vibrators on her nipples buzzed more insistently, and she flexed against the hard ropes holding her back-‘

Fleur arched her hips higher, her hooves a blur of motion as she spun her clit in rapid circles.

”Harder!” Rosy cried out, her voice raised to a near-scream. “Fuck me harder!”

“Ooh…”

”Beg for it.” The low growl of his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and Rosy had to oblige.

“Please! Fuck me harder!”

“Aaaahhn!”

’She could feel him twitch inside of her. She was filled to the brim with his delicious cock, her legs bound, her nipples numb with pleasure. Rosy was going to cum, but she knew she couldn’t without the permission from her master-‘

“Uuh! Uuhn! Yes!”

”Not yet, Rosy. Don’t you dare cum without my permission.”

“Please!”

”Not yet…”

“PLEASE!”

’He drove in one last time, and Rosy felt him pump inside of her. A warmth flooded her middle, oozing into all the warm, moist spots inside of her aching cunt. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Flexing around his rod once, twice, she-‘

“CUM!” Fleur collapsed as wave after wave of intense energy coursed through her body, shaking her to her core.. She was only idly aware of the wet, spattering sound reaching her ears, but she was acutely aware of how badly her legs were shaking. Pleasure, thick and fast, thundered through her veins. She drooled helplessly, all the while trying to keep herself from passing out.

She regained muscle control maybe a minute later. Slowly, she sat up, looking around at the devastation wrought by her latest, and perhaps strongest orgasm yet. Fleur had always been wet downstairs, and even Fancy had managed to make her squirt now and then… But this was something else. She felt famished, and after looking at the small puddles dotting the sheets – and the floor – she groaned.

“Okay… No more tonight.” She was now about three-quarters through the book, but she didn’t know if she could handle another orgasm. She dog-eared the page and set it on her nightstand before limping into the bathroom. She drank straight from the faucet to replenish what she lost and moved directly to the shower to cool off. The water remained cold to avoid any more arousal, and she tried her hardest to stay away from her still-tender center. As she cleaned herself up, a deep blush colored her face as she thought back on the day of furious masturbation, the mental images from the book, and her own ecstasy, still fresh in her mind.

Coat cleaned, and pulse lowered, Fleur stepped out of the shower to dry off, then made her way back into her bedroom, where the air still smelled faintly of her arousal. “Honestly, Luna…” Fleur shook her head at the book on the nightstand before turning her attention to the ruined sheets. “I ought to make you pay my utility bill.” She used her magic to strip the soiled linens from the bed and shove them into the wash before covering the mattress with all-new ones. She only had two pairs, one to be used while the other was being washed. In hindsight, she should have invested in new ones. Just in case one of these little forays ruined one set or another.

The rest of the day she spent in bed, reading something other than a trashy romance. It was an adventure tale, of dashing heroes fighting evil to save their land. She didn’t really pay much attention to it though, as these sorts of books had never really interested her. However, they were a nice distraction for the mind, especially at times like this when she felt too tired to pay attention to any meaningful books.

And so started her addiction. She tried to be reasonable about it, but after the first book, she couldn’t help but indulge in the others. Luna provided her with the publisher’s name, and she bought the entire collection of the author’s work. It was awfully pricey, but Fleur would sometimes finish an entire book in a day, and she couldn’t pester Luna with them all the time.

Yet, there was still another side to Fleur's new addiction - discussing the books with Luna. While Fleur enjoyed the main character’s development into establishing a dom/sub relationship or an acquired taste for chains and hoof-cuffs, Luna enjoyed the act itself. Fleur wasn’t entirely surprised to find herself discussing such things like orgasm denial, piercings, or even rope bondage with the princess. They did so nonchalantly at first, keeping discussions based solely around the books and the author’s works…

But soon enough, Fleur began to share some things with Luna. Things she would never dream of sharing with anypony else.

“I don’t know, Luna, I just…” Fleur gnawed on her lower lip. “I kind of want to try some of the things in these books.” She lifted her most recent read, a racy novel about the pleasures of a full-time dom/sub relationship.

“Oh trust me,” Luna waved a hoof nonchalantly. “It’s an experience once you do.”

“Have you ever?” Fleur asked, her cheeks already flushed. She seemed to be constantly afflicted with red cheeks whenever she discussed these sorts of things with the Princess. It had been three months since she had started reading these books, and at least two since she and Luna had begun discussing them in detail. She shouldn’t be this shy about these sorts of things anymore.

“Ever what? Done these things?” Luna’s devious smile spoke volumes to Fleur’s searching eyes. “Of course. Now and then, I manage to find somepony who’s… Shall I say, willing.”

“Oh.” Fleur didn’t exactly know how to feel about that. She and Gem had, of course, shared their passionate exploits in the past. Fleur was always jealous that Diamond Cutter was a passionate lover and very intimate in bed, as opposed to Fancy Pants. But whenever they touched on the subject of specific happenings, Fleur seemed to shut down.

Not so with Luna. Maybe it was because Luna was to blame for her addiction, or maybe she just trusted the princess more than she did Gemstone. Whatever the reason, curiosity took over. She leaned in, her tone hushed as she asked the question that had been nagging her since she arrived.

“What’s it like?”

“What? A dom/sub relationship?” Luna have a soft ‘hmm’ of thought and tapped her lower lip. “It’s difficult to describe, and I prefer to kind of take things away from the author’s interpretation of a typical dom/sub relationship…”

“How so?”

“Well, you know in ’Captured’ he described how the sub, what’s her name…”

“Inkwell?”

“Right. Her. You know how he describes her as being almost fearful of her dom?”

“Well, yes, but… Isn’t that the point?”

“No!” Luna seemed offended. “Not at all! Quite the opposite, in fact.” Luna leaned in, beckoning Fleur closer. “You see, to me… A dom/sub relationship is all about one thing.” She lifted her hoof up, smiling at Fleur. “Trust.”

“Trust?”

“Trust. You see…” Luna sat back up with a warm smile as she began to explain. “The sub’s main role in the relationship is to be pleased. It’s the dom’s job to make the sub’s wildest dreams come true-“ Luna was explaining something way out of left field. Fleur had never even imagined it was something like this, and she listened with rapt attention as Luna continued. “The dom, in my mind, gets their greatest sexual thrill from fulfilling the sub’s desires. When a sub says ‘I’ve never done that before’ and they like it, when it’s exactly what they wanted… That. That’s what I think a dom/sub relationship is all about.” Luna finished by pointing at Fleur.

“Most ponies think relationships like that are based around self-gratification. That the dom’s the one who’s having all the fun, and it’s the sub who’s forced to endure it, or to grant her ‘master’s’ every wish. It’s the exact opposite. The dom’s the one doing all the fulfilling, and it’s the sub who’s having all the fun.” Luna’s smile was radiant as she sat back a little. “You might ask my justification for all this, well…” She looked Fleur up and down very pointedly. Her half-lidded expression spoke volumes. Fleur felt herself heat up all the more as Luna spoke the next words.

“Who’s really in control? Who decides when to start, when to stop? Who decides the boundaries, and what’s safe and what isn’t?” Luna leaned in once more, this time punctuating her point with a low, husky question.

”If the dom is in control, then why does the sub have a safe word?”

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The normal books didn’t do it for her after that. Fleur could read them, could enjoy the scenarios and rough play they indulged in, but she saw them in an entirely different light. She began to get an appreciation for both ends of the spectrum. On one end, the dom enjoyed fulfilling somepony else’s fantasy. Indeed, that was their ultimate fantasy. They wanted nothing more than to make the sub’s wildest dreams come true, to grant them pure bliss in any form they desired.

BDSM, to Fleur, became less about whips, chains, and cuffs and more about trust, about forming an unshakable bond between two ponies who trusted one another implicitly. That the sub would set parameters and trust the dom to not step past them, and the dom would do everything in their power to fulfill the sub’s wildest dreams.

She continued to read the books, and get more than a little excited over the subject material, but she began to long for something more meaningful than words on a page, or exposition and character development.

She began to yearn for a dom.

Someone she trusted. Someone who knew her boundaries, or would at least respect what she said her boundaries were. But at the same time, someone who wasn’t afraid to push her limits, to test her strength and endurance, and to give her the most blissful time of her life.

Was she being selfish?

Probably.

Was she desperate?

Maybe a little.

Was she eager?

“Yes. Heavens, yes.” Fleur sighed, sagging back down into her abused sheets once more. Evidence of her most recent session remain dotted on the fabric around her thighs and under her tail, filling the air with the slightly musky, delightfully feminine smell of release. Rather than roll off of her bed and cleaning up, Fleur lay there for a while, stewing in more than one way. She began an inner dialogue with herself.

’Look at that… You’ve made a mess again.’

‘I’m sorry, master… Please, forgive me.’

‘Maybe. I might forgive you if you beg me to.’

Fleur gnawed on her lower lip.

’Please, master… Forgive me. I’ve been very bad…’

‘Ooh, yes you have… What did you do?’

‘I… I made a mess again…’

Her hoof began to trail lower along her stomach.

’What kind of mess, my little pet?’

‘I… I squirted everywhere. Please forgive me.’

‘Look at all of it. You squirted a lot… Did you enjoy yourself?’

‘Yes I did, master. I’m sorry-‘

‘You will be, my sweet. You will be.’

She was whimpering again.

’Please, master, forgive me- I’ll do anything! Anything for your forgiveness!’

‘Anything?’

‘Anything.’

‘Good… Now, let’s see you-‘

Fleur inhaled through her nose as a flash of pain shot through her. Her hoof had brushed her overly-sensitive clit, sending a shock into her system. She whimpered and squirmed for a few seconds, slowly sagging back down onto the sheets.

“No more today.” She decided, letting her hooves fall into the sheets on either side of her bed. As much as she wanted to, she didn’t dare risk hurting herself. She couldn’t afford to, with Hearth’s Warming Eve around the corner. Fleur was both apprehensive and excited for the holiday season, since she knew all the best formal balls were held during this time of year. This would be her first Hearth-Warming season without Fancy Pants, but it would also be her first major holiday with her newest friend, and friends always exchanged gifts on Hearth's Warming Eve.

But her's was no ordinary friend, and no ordinary gift would do. After all, how many other ponies got to buy a personal gift for one of the immortal regents of Equestria, and who just happened to have a deep love of BDSM?

No ordinary gift, indeed Fleur thought as she cast a wicked smile at the already-wrapped gift that sat on her bedside dresser.

After a few minutes and more than a few pleasant thoughts, Fleur finally slipped off of her bed and began to clean up.

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Hearth’s Warming Eve approached much more rapidly than Fleur cared to think about. She became rather bogged down with several requests and formal invitations, and actually had managed to fill her schedule up for the first time in the past four months. Not that she minded; all of her spare time was beginning to wreak havoc on her bedroom linens. But for the next week and a half, Fleur’s days were spent preparing, and her evenings were spent at charity dinners, private functions, and silent auctions.

Before she knew it, the day before Hearth’s Warming Eve was upon her. A thin dusting of snow was on the ground outside, and there was a chill to the air. Fleur dreaded the cold, and almost denied herself going outside, but she did have an errand to run that day. She put on boots and a thick scarf to make the short hike to the castle.

She arrived flustered and slightly sweaty, but not unhappy. Luna was waiting for her just inside the main entry. “I saw you coming.” Luna smiled at her.

“Thank you for meeting me. I don’t have much to say, but I was going to ask... If you’re going… To the Hearth’s Warming Eve ball?” Fleur drew her question out with plenty of pausing and stammering, silently hoping Luna was attending after all. The only reason the princess really attended any function was for Fleur’s benefit. Attending one this large would put some stress on her for certain.

“I am indeed, but only if you are.” Luna’s acquiescence confirmed Fleur’s suspicions. She thought back to the present she had at home, and blushed a little bit. She hoped this time Luna might attribute it to the cold air.

“I’ll be happy to meet you there.” Fleur knew all of her ex-husbands old friends would be attending. She had actively avoided meeting them all together, since one-on-one, she could handle them well. But all together, she was rather apprehensive about meeting them. She managed to shake it off, however, since Luna would be attending as well. “I suppose that’s all I had to ask…”

“Well, it’d be a shame to send you home after such a short time. Would you like a drink? Maybe lunch?” Luna offered, sweeping her hoof out. Fleur smiled up at her.

“That’d be divine.”

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The night of, Fleur pulled out all the stops. This was likely one of the most important social events of the entire season, and she had to look her best. She wore sheer leggings that hugged her tight beneath a high-cut and rather revealing black dress, and a delicate, intricately-designed necklace. The ensemble was provocative to say the least, but it was incredibly fashionable, and would make Fleur the talk of the ball - and the subject of many pairs of wandering eyes. Some small part of her wondered if she really wanted the attention. Maybe not from some ponies she knew would be attending, but she certainly wanted it from one pony in particular.

Her mane she spent close to an hour on, styling and fretting over each delicate strand until it fell into the perfect place. As night descended and the time came to attend the ball, Fleur called her usual carriage driver and asked him to deliver her. Arriving at these sorts of things was an affair in and of itself, but not one she was unfamiliar with. Fleur shrugged into a heavy black coat and gripped Luna’s gift as her ride arrived.

The red carpet was, quite literally, rolled out for everypony’s arrival. When her carriage pulled up, she gracefully stepped down onto the lush carpet, drawing eyes and whispers from all the others gathered inside. A smattering of cold reporters shivered on the short drive to the palace, and they all began snapping photos as Fleur made her way to the entrance. Inside, she swiftly became the center of attention.

Even Luna watched as she shrugged out of her coat, revealing the alluring dress and sheer leggings, the graceful necklace, and her brilliant mane. Fleur had gone all-out in her preparations for this evening. Mostly to shut the mouths of everypony who doubted her capability without Fancy Pants, but mostly to impress the only pony in the room she really cared about. There were murmurs of appreciation, envy, and even a few of lust that she managed to snag. The palace’s main throne room had been decorated for the event, and ponies stood in small groups in and around the columns. Near where the throne normally sat, Luna had been greeting a small, steady group of admirers. It was there that Fleur went to first, drawing looks the entire way.

“Fleur.” Luna smiled as she advanced. “You look radiant tonight…” Luna’s gaze swept over Fleur’s ensemble, taking in each sweep and curve of the dress, her flowing mane, the gleaming necklace, everything…

“Thank you.” Fleur’s blush wasn’t entirely attributed to the makeup. “I… Got you a gift.” She meekly handed the package off, which Luna accepted graciously. “It’s personal, so I’d consider opening it privately.”

“Of course.” Luna nodded her head with a sly wink, tucking the package away behind the other gifts she had received. “I… Have one for you as well,” Luna added in a low whisper, barely loud enough to be heard by anypony nearby. “Perhaps we could open them together?”

Fleur could have fainted. She had intended her gift to be a discreet sort of thing. To have Luna open it in her presence would be implying much… Then again, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. Fleur shuddered a little and nodded. “Yes, that’d be nice.”

“But not right now.” Luna straightened up with a smile. “I do believe the festivities are about to begin.” Almost as if on cue, the assembled quartet struck up a tune, and ponies began to make their way into the middle of the floor. Fleur spotted Hoity Toity, and in the absence of her own husband, figured her most prominent business partner would be the best start.

“May I?” Fleur asked, offering a hoof to the ever-pretentious pony.

“Fleur.” Hoity smiled at her, taking her hoof with a gentle touch. “I’d be honored.” They made their way onto the floor, among every other high-brow couple in attendance, and as the first waltz began, the two swung into the rhythm with ease. “I’m glad to see you here, darling. I think I may have been mistaken about you.”

“Oh?” Fleur arched her eyebrow at him. “Humility from the infamous Hoity Toity?”

“Oh, shush.” Hoity teased, spinning her once before they slipped back into the waltz. “I meant to say I underestimated you. Good ol’ Fancy Pants never spoke highly of you, that’s no lie, so I’m afraid his opinion somewhat rubbed off on us.”

“Hmm.” Fleur nodded, her expression drawn as they continued to dance.

“Myself, Filthy, all the others… Well, we were wrong about you. You’re perfectly capable on your own, darling.”

“Thank you.” Fleur managed to choke out at least that. She wasn’t sure if Hoity was being facetious or sincere, but the sympathy was too little, too late. She wondered how many other ponies would come groveling for her implied forgiveness before the night was up. She thought Hoity might have settled for silence after his apology, but she was mistaken. The song was nearly over when Hoity began again.

“I know it must have been hard on you these past few months-“

’Not as much as you think.’

“What between how horribly we’ve all been acting-“

’More than you think.’

“And Fancy Pants’ leaving you…”

’Still not as much as you think.’ Fleur was beginning to frown now. She thought she caught a glimpse of Luna making her way across the floor, but the dance turned her away and Hoity kept talking, his tone much lower now.

“But, my dear, we both know… We’re just ponies at the end of the day. And ponies have certain, ah… needs.”

’Oh no. Don’t you dare-‘

“So, I was hoping, if you weren’t opposed, we could… Cut out early? Maybe go back to my home?”

“Pardon me.” Luna’s low voice cut Hoity off in more ways than one. The song ended as Luna stepped forward. “May I have the next dance?” Hoity flustered for a moment, looking between Fleur and Luna several times.

“O-of course, princess! I’d be honored.” Hoity released Fleur and stepped forward, his hooves raised.

“Thank you.” Luna slipped past smooth as water, sweeping Fleur up in her forelegs as another song began. She and Fleur spun away, cutting a wide circle away from Hoity and the others. Fleur was flushed, half with thanks for being away from him, and half because she was dancing with Luna! Blushing brighter now, she managed to whisper to Luna.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Luna returned, smiling as she turned with Fleur. Ponies all around were dancing, spinning, laughing, having a good time. Fleur almost didn’t realize it when Luna cut harder towards the edge of the dance floor, aiming for a small gap between two dark pillars. Nopony even realized it when they slipped away from the floor, darting a short distance to a service door. They stopped just inside while Luna looked back out onto the floor.

“Ha.” She breathed, turning to Fleur with a smile. “The only one who saw us was that fat banker, and he’s probably too drunk to even realize who we were. Come on!” Luna ushered Fleur down the hallway, laughing like a schoolfilly. Fleur was too, mostly out of nervousness for being missed at such an important social event, but also because she was running with Luna.

What was it about the princess that struck her so? Was it her beauty, her inclination to BDSM? Their friendship? Whatever it was, Fleur couldn’t stop her heart from pounding against her ribcage as they ran headlong down the hallway.

Two wings and four floors later, Luna swept them into her bedroom once more. They were slightly winded, but thankfully not sweaty. Fleur didn’t want to be caught frumpy, especially at a moment like this. The conversation and music from the party had died down long ago, and now the only sound Fleur could make out was the pounding of her own heart and the crackling of a fire in Luna’s hearth.

“I’m glad I could get you away from them.” Luna breathed, smiling back at Fleur. “I don’t think you wanted to be there any longer.”

“Well, that’s no lie.” Fleur waved her off, her expression slightly drawn. “But what do you mean you don’t think I’d want to be there?”

“You should have heard what Hoity and his friends had planned for you.” Luna’s expression turned down slightly. “Being a princess comes with some perks… One of them being a foolproof eavesdropping spell. They were planning on trying to seduce you. One by one.”

“Eew!” Fleur scrunched her nose up at the revelation. “I mean, I halfway expected Hoity to, but all of them? Really?”

“It seems,” Luna sighed, setting Fleur’s present on one of her tables. Fleur hadn’t even noticed Luna carrying it away from the party. “They were planning on embarrassing you, one way or another. If you would have gone home with one of them, I’m sure it would have been in the headlines tomorrow morning. ‘Estranged ex-wife of charity board caught in infidelity scandal.’ Could you imagine?”

“Egh.” Fleur groaned, shaking her head. “I don’t know what’s worse, that they’d ever even think of doing something like that, or that I can actually see that headline.” Fleur normally didn’t touch the princess, mostly out of respect of her. But at the moment, it seemed rather fitting. She reached out and gently laid a hoof on Luna’s shoulder. “Thank you, Luna. Not just for tonight, but everything. I don’t think I’d have gotten through the divorce half as well as I did without your help.”

“Don’t worry about it, Fleur.” Luna stepped forward, wrapping her in a gentle hug. It wasn’t the first they had shared, but it was the most meaningful. Before, they had embraced as a greeting or a farewell, but this one was born out of thanks and gratitude. “I’m glad to have a friend like you.”

“You mean a friend who brings you presents?” Fleur teased. Luna gave a soft chuckle as she pulled away from the hug.

“I had nearly forgotten. Let me get yours.” Luna padded away towards the vanity next to her bed, retrieving a small black box from the top-most shelf. Fleur wondered what could be inside, since it was relatively smaller than the box she had given Luna. Then again, her present was meant to be opened in private. Well away from even Fleur herself. That much was forgotten, though, as Luna passed the box off to her. It had weight to it, and something rattled around inside when she gave it a gentle shake.

“Go ahead, open it.” Luna smiled, going to stand by her own present.

“No, you open yours first.” Fleur blushed, afraid yet excited at how Luna might react. Luna narrowed a playfully suspicious glare at her before nodding.

“Very well, Fleur.” Luna’s horn glowed as she stripped the paper off of her box and pulled the lid open. “Oh.” She gasped slightly at what lay inside.

And then she smiled.

“Fleur, you devil you.” Luna grinned as she pulled a moderately-sized vibrator from the box. Fleur’s cheeks were aflame as she looked down at the ground.

“I… Wanted to thank you for all the pleasure your books have given me… By giving you a little pleasure yourself. You know, for personal use…” She risked a glance up at Luna, kicking the carpet a little, instantly realizing how silly that must seem. Luna likely had one herself. Being the princess, she might have a hundred of them. Getting another from Fleur might have been not only inappropriate, but unnecessary.

“I love it.” Luna smiled as she hefted the toy, waving it teasingly at Fleur. “And I’m sure I’ll put it to good use. Now open yours.”

“R-right.” Fleur mumbled as she fumbled with her own gift. Hers wasn’t wrapped, it was a simple box fixed with a neat lace bow.

But what lay inside the box nearly stopped her heart.

A shiny red ball gag rested inside, glimmering in the faint light of the fire. Fleur’s heart thundered at the implications. She looked back up to Luna, and was greeted by a look that was nothing short of smoldering.

It was going to be a long night.