Moonstone - Chapter 4: Baby Steps

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“I… Luna, I… I don’t-“

“Shh.” Luna’s soft breath hushed Fleur’s plaintive complaint, deepening her blush even more. “I gave this to you for several reasons. Would you like to hear them?” Fleur looked between Luna and the shiny ball gag a few more times, her cheeks heating up more and more by the second. After nearly a minute, she managed a slight nod.

“Y-yes…” she said, her voice hardly above a whisper. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but watch as Luna crossed the carpet towards her, wielding the vibrator as if it were some sort of weapon.

“First and foremost is this: You’re expressing a very healthy interest in BDSM, but with the purchase of those books and your attendance of social functions declining, I assumed you don’t have much money to be spending on… Equipment. A ball gag is a very simple and symbolic tool, and a very good starting point. This is for your use, however you see fit. You can use it on your own sub, or pick your dom to have them use it on you, or use it on yourself.” Luna stopped directly in front of her, smiling warmly.

“Or you can try it with me.”

Those few words, and the implications that came with them, sent a fiery shudder racing through Fleur's body. Did Princess Luna, the all-powerful co-ruler of Equestria and sister to Princess Celestia, just offer to demonstrate the proper use of a ball gag, and possibly expose all of her dirtiest, darkest fantasies?

Fleur had to know. Her mind was still reeling from Luna's sultry offer, yet her inner voice screamed at her for affirmation; for assurance that she wasn't just dreaming all of this up like a love-struck schoolfilly. Swallowing past the growing lump in her throat, she squeaked out just two small words.

“Are you…”

“Offering to be your dom? Yes I am, Fleur. And judging by your gift,” Luna smiled as she hefted the vibrator slightly, “-you’d like that as well, wouldn’t you?”

“I… I…” Fleur hadn’t entirely been thinking of that when she had bought the vibrator, but she wasn’t opposed to the thought, either. In fact, she felt her muscles twitching at the mere prospect. But she also didn’t mean to imply anything major when she gave Luna the gift. She had intended it to be used as a point of gossip, or even as a joke. But now, Luna was offering something much more meaningful.

An intimate relationship with the Princess, BDSM-related or not, had not been part of Fleur's original plans, but the idea had certainly crossed her mind a few times. After all, she had Luna to thank for all of her books, the fantastic fantasies she’d been having, and all of the stained bed sheets that resulted. If she was being honest with herself, Fleur owed every orgasm she’d had in the past four months to the princess.

Still, the gravity of the situation was weighing on Fleur's mind as she struggled to formulate a response to Luna's question. Her body, and more than a little part of her mind, wanted nothing more than to jump into the shadows and drown herself in whatever dark passions lived in the mind of the Lunar Princess. But could she really do it? Could she willingly enter into an intimate relationship with royalty? And even then, could she seriously ask this pony, this immortal, beautiful, wanton creature, to fulfill all of her wildest desires?

A million possibilities swirled in her head like a tornado as her mind waged war against her marehood to determine the fate of her and Luna's dalliance. After what seemed like hours to Fleur, the battle was won, and her mind was cowed into submission by her desire; her lust for even a taste of the experience that Princess Luna was offering to her. Decision made, she rushed to speak before her mind could even try to second guess her decision

“Yes.” Fleur managed to choke. The admission sent a wave of relief through her, one that she didn’t try to suppress in the slightest. It was almost like shrugging out of saddlebags that had been packed to the brim with bricks. She felt lighter, giddier, and much more energetic. The lump in her throat vanished, and she smiled up at Luna. “I… I would like that very much.”

“Well then.” Luna smiled as she turned around and went back to the table that held the box she had pulled the vibrator from. Fleur watched with a small amount of disappointment as Luna tucked the vibrator away and left the box there. “We’ll start with the basics. Come, have a seat.” Luna plodded across the thick rugs towards the fireplace and took a seat. Fleur followed, hesitantly setting the box and her ball gag next to the vibrator. When she took her seat, Luna leaned forward.

“Let me explain a few things for you.” Luna began, “About how a dom/sub relationship works. BDSM is, by nature, rough. And I’m assuming you are aware of the risks to your health involved with such things like multiple orgasms, being tied up, or subjected to any amount of pain or pleasure with no control over the input.”

“O-of course…” Fleur looked down at her hooves, trying not to look at Luna. Here they were, discussing a BDSM relationship as nonchalantly as two friends talking about the weather. At least, that’s the way Luna seemed to be approaching it. Fleur’s heart was galloping a trillion miles an hour, and she felt as if she were about to pass out. Her mind was giving her heart a run for its money, as well. So many different thoughts about what was happening flew through her mind. Luna drew her back to reality with a gentle touch.

“Relax.” She whispered, laying her hoof on Fleur’s shoulder. “There’s no need to be so worked up over something like this.”

“S-sorry,” Fleur blushed, though she offered Luna a brave smile. “First time.”

“Understandable.” Luna replied with a smile of her own. “But just try to take it easy. There’s no need for you to be so stressed… Yet.” Luna’s smile turned from ‘brave’ to ‘devious.’ She felt a nervous flutter take the place of the rampaging gallop her heart had previously been stuck in. Luna resumed her explanation promptly.

“I was saying that there are some health risks involved with undertaking a relationship such as this. You could be dehydrated, cut, or suffer from severe cramps if you’re held in one place for too long. Not to mention there’s a risk of asphyxiation, drowning, or muscle atrophy.”

“Drowning?” Fleur arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“In spit.” Luna responded, shrugging nonchalantly. “You can work up enough to drown in your own spit easier than you might think.”

“Huh.” Fleur had never heard of anypony drowning in their own spit before, but then again, she never knew Princess Luna had a taste for BDSM either. ’You learn something new every day.’ She grimaced, but nodded to let Luna know she was ready to continue.

“Should you be seriously injured, there may not be anything I can do to heal you; at least not completely, and not immediately. While pain and excitement go hand in hand, so too does injury. Are you well aware of the risks we take doing these sorts of things, and are you willing to accept those risks?”

“Of course.” Fleur smiled bravely. ’Anything for you,’ She added as an afterthought. Instead, she waved a hoof dismissively. “I’m a pretty tough pony. Don’t forget, I had to be to deal with Fancy Pants.”

“You speak the truth.” Luna chuckled slightly, shaking her head as she moved on to the next point. “We’ll cover anything you want, Fleur. I’ve told you before my interpretation of a dom/sub relationship, so you know what to expect. My greatest sexual thrill lies in fulfilling my sub’s wildest dreams. I live to serve, Fleur. You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen. That being said,” Luna smoothly transitioned from her couch to Fleur’s, sitting right next to her. Fleur nearly jumped. Luna had moved with hardly a sound, and she was so close now, Fleur could almost feel her warmth.

“I think we should pace ourselves. You’ve been a good friend to me, and I’d hate for us to rush into doing new and exciting things only to burn out and find ourselves growing tired of one another after a few short weeks or months.”

“Where would you suggest we… Start?” Fleur asked quietly, still acutely aware of just how close Princess Luna was. She could even smell her. She caught the scent of roses and fresh water, of earth and the slight metallic smell of magic. They all blended together into a sultry, faint musk that Fleur couldn’t quite get enough of. She leaned a little closer, her nostrils flaring wide as she tried to smell more.

“Simple, Fleur.” Luna smiled as she suddenly filled the space next to Fleur. “With a kiss.” Fleur’s heart leapt up into her throat at those words. It happened almost as quickly as she looked up at the princess. Their lips met smooth and easy, pressing close for a few tense, heart-pounding moments. When the kiss was over, Fleur could hardly believe it. She blinked several times, trying hard to reconcile what had just transpired. That had been her first kiss in six months. Maybe even more. When had she kissed anypony last? Then another thought struck her. That had been her first kiss with another mare! Lesbian and Gay relationships were no issue in Equestria, and Fleur held a certain appreciation for the feminine body, but she could never see herself making love to another mare. At least, not before Luna.

Not before that kiss.

“Was that so bad?” Luna teased, her half-lidded gaze igniting a fire inside Fleur she hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“N-no.” Fleur breathed, her chest rising and falling deeply. She felt like she was on the brink of passing out; and she was loving every second of it.

“Would you like another?”

“Yes.” Fleur answered almost immediately. The first kiss had ignited the fire, and now Fleur wanted to stoke it. She leaned in almost a little bit too anxiously, her lips plastering tight against Luna’s with an eager moan. Luna returned her attention readily, her hoof rising from Fleur’s shoulder up into her mane. She wasn’t sure when or how, but Luna’s tongue had entered the mix, and the introduction was just as exciting and pulse-pounding as anything Fleur had ever felt. She whimpered thinly, praying for more, hoping this wouldn’t end…

When it did. Luna pulled away, her hot breath washing over Fleur’s face in the aftermath of what was arguably the best kiss of her life. Fleur was trembling in Luna’s embrace, her head swimming with the pulse-pounding sensation of actually kissing another mare. And not just any mare; she had kissed Princess Luna! Fleur looked back up at Luna, her mouth slowly closing.

“That was… Incredible.”

“Oh darling,” Luna chuckled. “We’ve only just begun. Come with me.” Luna slid off of the couch and onto her hooves. Fleur felt almost barren in her absence, but at Luna’s insistent nod, she slipped off behind the princess, following her around the edge of the couch towards the one door Fleur hadn’t yet explored.

Luna’s room had five doors total: the one leading into the hall, the one into the bathroom, and two out onto the balcony. The door Luna walked towards now was still a mystery to Fleur. Her curiosity won a temporary victory over her arousal, and she followed Luna wordlessly. What she previously thought was a wardrobe or a closet for clothing turned out instead to be a lift. Luna smiled as she lifted a vertical gate with her magic and ushered Fleur inside. The quarters were tight, and Fleur felt Luna’s side brush her own more than once. The lift was lit by a single solitary candle that guttered and flickered in some unseen breeze, and as the lift lurched downwards, it flickered almost as if it intended to go out. Luna’s horn lit what the candle didn’t, and as Fleur looked up, she saw a very utilitarian end of the shaft. The only way for them to go was down. Fleur felt her excitement grow as the lift continued to descend, carrying them further and further away from the landing.

The old but well-cared-for lift moved slowly, taking about three minutes to reach the bottom of the shaft. When the floor came to a jarring halt, before them sat another door. Luna opened it smoothly, and ushered Fleur out with a gentle nudge. This hallway was well-appointed and had several warm candles lighting the way down a hall filled with doors to the left and right. If Fleur had to guess, she’d say they were two or three stories beneath the castle grounds.

“Wow,” She breathed. “I never suspected this would be in here. I always thought you had just some sort of wardrobe behind that door.”

“No, I’m afraid not.” Luna chuckled as she lifted one candle from its sconce and carried it down the hall. “My hobbies range far beyond the scope of a single room. In fact, I seldom spend any time in that bedroom at all, save to read…”

“So what’s down here, then?” Fleur asked, curious what lay behind the numerous doors Luna led her past.

“Rooms… Of various utility.” Luna’s elusive answer only intrigued Fleur more. “If you must know, some of them are extra bedrooms fitted with… Equipment. Others are relatively utilitarian rooms that serve one or two purposes. Or more, if you can be imaginative.” Fleur didn’t miss the pointed glance Luna shot her way. “And others still are storage for clothing, other belongings of mine, or even magical artifacts. You see,” Luna stopped at one door and opened it with a small glimmer of magic. “This one holds all of my formal dresses. If you’ll excuse me, I do believe I need to change. You’re welcome to store your own dress here, if you’d like.”

“Um… Okay.” Fleur swallowed her doubt and followed Luna inside. The room appeared to be much bigger than she had originally thought, with racks of dresses stretching on well past where she thought the walls would be in relation to the next few doors over. These rooms had to have been enchanted, then. That was the only explanation. Luna could probably fit an entire castle’s worth of space down here with some very key enchantments.

The last thing on her mind, though, was magic. She watched intently as Luna began to extricate herself from her alluring dress, emerging from the fabric like some cocooned goddess. Fleur quickly found herself staring at Luna’s magnificent curves rather than undressing herself. Only when Luna hovered a few hangars towards her did she snap out of her reverie. After fumbling around in the small of her back for the zipper, Fleur drew the tricky thing down and shrugged out of her own dress. The fabric fell to the floor in a heap, leaving her in just the necklace and leggings. Luna gathered the dress and hung it on a hangar, though her eyes never left Fleur for even a moment.

“I’m sorry, I should have worn something a little bit more practical-“

“Nonsense.” Luna smiled as she leaned forward to kiss Fleur’s cheek. “You look beautiful. I can keep the necklace with the dress if you’d like. And the leggings… Although.” Luna’s eyes slid down to Fleur’s clad legs, drinking in the sight of the sheer black leggings that stood in stark contrast to her white coat. “They do look rather alluring… You could keep them on, should you so wish…”

“Would you… Like that?” Fleur asked, her blush returning in force.

“I would like that very much.” Luna’s smile made Fleur’s heart do flips inside of her chest. She nodded and threw the clasp on her necklace, passing it off to Luna smoothly. The princess hung her dress and the necklace up on a nearby empty rack, and together they left the room for the hallway once more. Fleur took a moment to count the doors here. There were twelve that she could see, and an intersection at the far end. Luna led her there next, and as she looked left and right, she noted even more dark, polished wood doors. Fleur never got to count them though, as Luna led her into the first door on the left-hoof hallway. Fleur breathed a sigh of wonderment at what was inside.

The entire room was bedecked in dark, earthy colors. Lavender and crimson and mahogany were in abundance, lending the whole room a very dark, but welcoming light. The middle of the lushly-carpeted floor was dominated by an absolutely massive four-poster bed, the canopy draped with see-through lavender drapes. The comforter looked so large and fluffy, Fleur felt like she would get lost if she tried to lay on it. The rest of the room was relatively bare, although along one wall was a series of pictures. These drew Fleur’s attention the most, and as she slowly approached them, the tingle that had been ignited from Luna’s kiss steadily grew into a blaze inside of her.

“These are some of my favorites.” Luna walked up behind her, the two of them standing side-by-side in front of the wall. Each picture was an incredibly detailed rendition of various BDSM techniques and positions. The first mare was suspended from the ceiling, her rear legs spread so far that Fleur wondered how they had possibly managed. Her face was screwed upwards in an expression of pure bliss, her flared lips glistening and oozing liquid.

The second showed another mare, her throat distended around a stallion’s cock. The artist had gone to great lengths to put detail into the saliva and sperm, shot through in lines along the stallion’s shaft. The mare’s eyes were screwed up, and her tongue hung loosely out of her mouth. She too looked to be in bliss.

It went on for another twelve pictures, each just as lewd and arousing as the last. “Are they the same artist?” Fleur asked, her thighs tingling with excitement.

“They are, most of them, anyways. This one here,” She pointed at the most recent – a racy picture of forced cunnilingus – with a warm smile. “Is from a different author. And the first one was as well.”

“Incredible. They’re so detailed…” The closer Fleur looked, the more she realized the artist had even drawn the individual hairs on each mare’s coat. If somepony told her these were photographs, or even ponies trapped in frames, she would be inclined to believe them.

“That’s why they’re my favorite.” Luna’s voice sounded much closer to her now. Fleur had previously been wrapped up looking at the pictures to even notice the princess’ closeness, but now she was acutely aware of it. And unless she was mistaken, the scent was back. She inhaled a deep breath, mainly to calm her nerves, but also to catch a whiff of that elusive, addictive smell. “I’m glad I could share this with you, Fleur.” Luna was very close now. Fleur could have leaned into her easily. “It’s my favorite room for… Firsts.”

“Th-thank you.” Fleur was trembling again. Her deep breathing was only stoking the growing fire inside her stomach.

“What are you thanking me for?” Luna teased, drawing closer still. Fleur could feel the hot pulse of the Princess’ breath washing over her ear, and another shudder raced through her body. “We haven’t even begun.”

“I-I meant thanks for… Showing me this place.” Fleur looked over the pictures once more, as a single drop of arousal traced its way down her thigh. “And… And being my dom.”

“Well, for that you’re welcome.” Luna hardly had to breathe the words for Fleur to hear them. Her breath washed over all of Fleur’s neck, sending a shock through her system. Fleur felt like she was overloaded. She could feel everything. The carpet beneath her hooves, the puff of air from Luna’s breath, the-

“Aah!” Fleur gasped as Luna’s lips pressed against her upper neck, close to where it met her jaw. Relief flowed through her like a wave, washing over her sides, her flanks, and down to her hooves. Her eyes fluttered closed with the sweet sensation as the trembling slowly abated. The combined effect was so liberating, she could have cried. But while Fleur was able to hold back the tears, she could do nothing to hold back a different sort of liquid. Luna must have smelled her arousal, because she leaned into the hot kiss with a deep, throaty moan. Fleur could feel the vibrations in her neck, and they seemed to resonate in her head. She felt her knees grow weak as Luna pulled away.

“Join me on the bed?” Luna’s husky tone could not be disobeyed. Fleur nodded and turned towards the princess, following her towards the massive, fluffy-looking bed. True to her suspicions, the comforter was massive and as soon as Luna put a hoof up onto the bed, she sunk into it a good six inches. Fleur followed after her, amazed at how soft and cushiony the comforter was. As the air began to vacate the fibers, the whole thing seemed to deflate a little. Fleur felt as if she could lay down without being swallowed up by the blanket. Luna slowly lowered herself, patting the area next to where she lay.

Fleur was no big pony, not by any stretch of imagination. Her slender, long legs gave the appearance of size to her otherwise slight frame. Fancy Pants was on the far side of heavy, and bearing his weight was troublesome at times. But now, Fleur found her long and lean frame to be a blessing rather than a curse. She tucked her legs up against herself and curled against Luna’s side almost perfectly. Luna smiled at her, leaning in to kiss her neck once more.

The flames leapt to life again, this time kept at bay by the cool relief from Luna’s lips, but still there. But as time went on, the hot kisses were doing less and less to quench the flames and more and more to stoke them. Fleur wanted to return the kiss, and to feel Luna’s lips elsewhere on her body. While she didn’t exactly get the former, the latter came within a few short moments. Luna planted one last kiss on the crook of Fleur’s neck before plunging much lower, hitting all the spots along her collarbone that made Fleur gasp and groan even louder. The soft bed underneath her suddenly felt much more like an ocean that she was bound to plunge into at any moment than a simple mattress and covers.

Luna moaned into the next few kisses, her vocalization sending enough vibrations into Fleur’s chest to make her start panting. Her mouth hung open listlessly, but she didn’t want to stop Luna at all. If anything, she willed the princess’ lips lower and lower. Her wish was fulfilled, but Luna took her sweet time getting around to it. The kisses became more and more wet, varying from light little flecks of moisture to wide damp spots on Fleur’s coat that began to cool in the air of the bedroom. Luna moaned now and then, and whenever she did so into Fleur’s stomach, the sensation made her writhe with indomitable pleasure.

At long last, Luna arrived between Fleur’s thighs. Fleur could hardly believe this was happening. She was here in what could arguably be called the basement of the castle, her every nerve on fire under the tender ministrations of another mare for the first time in her life. But the velvety lips that were now mere inches away from her glistening marehood belonged to no ordinary mare. No, Fleur's most sacred of places was about to be beset upon by none other than Princess Luna. How many years - how many centuries - of experience did Luna have?

Luna inhaled deeply, taking in the delicate, very feminine scent of Fleur's arousal. With a smoldering look in her eyes, Luna exhaled, letting her burning-hot breath wash over Fleur's midsection, as if to ask her body for one final confirmation before proceeding. Fleur's response was loud and unequivocal.

“F-fuck me!” She panted, her stomach twitching. Luna’s long, flat tongue pressed against her dripping slit, dragging along the entire fleshy length in one smooth motion. Fleur could feel Luna’s saliva mix with her own arousal, turning the entire area into a slippery, wet mess - and she loved every last second of it. The pleasure coursed through her veins like a firestorm, building in intensity the faster and harder Luna licked. Fleur could keep up with each lick and the new sensations it brought at first, but hardly thirty seconds in, she couldn’t handle it anymore. Luna wasn’t just good, she was unbelievably good.

“Luna!” She panted, her hooves digging into the blankets. “I’m cumming!”

“So soon?” Luna pulled her mouth away from Fleur, the fine hairs around her muzzle matted down with arousal. Fleur moaned in the absence of pleasure, especially when she was so close to reaching her climax. She looked down the length of her body at Luna with a half-lidded, plaintive look. Luna just kissed her twitching stomach with a smile. “I think you can hold out a little bit longer.”

“Lunaaaaaa…” Fleur groaned and writhed on the bed, her hips swaying back and forth seductively. “Please?”

“Oh, since you insist.” Luna rolled her eyes and grinned up at Fleur, kissing her stomach once more. “But don’t make a habit of it… It’s going to take a lot more begging to get me to do anything in the future.”

“O-okay… Hnn!” Fleur gasped as the pleasure rocked through her, harder and faster than ever before. She shuddered atop the sheets, and downstairs her muscles twitched and quivered like mad. When Luna slid her tongue in, Fleur cried out and arched up from the bed.

“Pwah! Woah!” Luna pulled back, her mouth open in a wide, giddy grin as Fleur came. Her liquid release spurted forth, gushing up onto Luna’s face in prodigious amounts. Luna grinned down at the slack-jawed, twitching Fleur with a warm, devious smile. “You never told me you squirted, Fleur.”

“N-never… Used to be… Any reason… Hnnnn…” Fleur shuddered. The bed was less like an ocean and more like a cloud now, and she was floating away on a blissful wave. Luna’s tongue beat her hooves and the vibrator by a million miles and then some. The orgasm she had just received was unlike any other she had ever felt. She couldn’t feel her legs, or more accurately, she couldn’t coordinate them at all. But as she looked up at Luna’s beautiful, cum-flecked face, she smiled warmly. “That was… That was… So…”

“Good?” Luna teased, slowly rising to her hooves. “I know it was. Now relax, Fleur. There’s no need to rush things.” She slowly lowered herself down to Fleur’s side, nuzzling into her neck gingerly. Fleur sighed and returned the nuzzle into Luna’s mane, inhaling her intoxicating scent deeply. Between the dancing, their flight from the ball, the revelation of Fleur’s desire to have Luna as her dom, and the unbelievably good orgasm, Fleur was tapped. She felt consciousness slipping away from her, fading into a warm haze filled with nothing but Luna’s scent, the fluffy blanket, and the wet feeling of leftover cum between her thighs.

“Baby steps.”