Moonstone – Chapter 9 “Speechless”

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Bath complete, Fleur and Luna retired to Luna’s extravagant bedroom upstairs. In the aftermath of what could arguably be described as her first true BDSM session, Fleur almost felt too giddy to sleep. But exhaustion soon took her, and she dozed off peacefully, her back pressed warmly against Luna’s. The night passed without incident, and Fleur awoke in the early hours of the morning. Luna was mysteriously absent, but that did not surprise Fleur in the least. Luna was one half of the Equestrian diarchy, after all, and likely had many duties to attend to. Musing on this for a second, Fleur wondered if Luna even slept at all.

Despite the somewhat early hour, Fleur felt surprisingly well-rested. 'Hmm... get tied up and ravished by the Princess of the Night, and still sleep like a foal?' she asked herself, a small smile crossing her lips as her mind replayed last night's sultry escapades. 'Yes, I could definitely get used to this.'

Stretching her legs as she slipped out of bed, Fleur padded across the room and stole a look out of the large, gold-framed window. A crisp, clear morning welcomed Celestia's sun, which had just risen fully above the horizon. Fleur had admired the view from the royal castle before, but never from this vantage point. Luna's upper bedroom was situated more than halfway up the massive tower that capped the Western wing of the castle, and from here, Fleur could only stare slack-jawed as her eyes took in the entirety of Canterlot laid out before her. With crystal-clear skies, she could literally see for miles and miles in nearly every direction. For just a moment, Fleur's mind was lost in fantasy, trying to imagine this magnificent view from behind Luna's ageless eyes.

A slight tightness in her leg muscles broke her reverie, and reminded her that she was in need of some normal exercise. Fleur slipped out of the bedroom and down the extravagant hall to Luna's personal exercise suite. It was separate from her bedroom, and relatively utilitarian in comparison to the warm furnishings and candlelit comfort of the bedroom. Fleur noticed that the workout space was outfitted with equipment very similar to her own, so she could get started with minimal need to familiarize herself. Fleur felt just as comfortable here as anywhere else. And with it being New Year’s Eve, nopony was around to check on her or share the room.

Nopony except Luna, that is.

“Good morning, Fleur.” The princess arrived about halfway through Fleur’s normal routine, and received a warm smile in return.

“Good morning, Luna. Did you sleep well?”

“To be perfectly honest, Fleur,” Luna stepped up beside the treadmill Fleur was jogging on. “I don’t sleep that much. An hour or two each night is enough for me.”

“Consider yourself lucky.” Fleur grumbled, her coat starting to lather with sweat. Sore muscles notwithstanding, she felt compelled to burn off the extra calories from yesterday's extravagant lunch. The torrid pace of last night's session likely did the trick, but better to be safe than sorry. Fleur enjoyed feeling slender and fit; whip-tight and sexy. Luna, it seemed, appreciated it as well - Fleur caught the Princess’ eyes roaming perhaps a little bit more than they ought to have in this type of setting. Fleur's inner filly relished the attention though, and she couldn't resist putting just a bit more swing in her hips as she increased her pace on the treadmill.

“Oh I do,” Luna mused, walking around the treadmill slowly. Fleur was acutely aware of the Princess’ eyes on her every move. She swallowed hard, panting from more than just physical exertion now. “Very lucky indeed…” Luna was already talking in a low, husky voice. Fleur hated to admit it, but she wasn’t entirely opposed to being this aroused this early in the morning. After all, how long had she been looking forward to this weekend? Six days? Seven? No sense in letting her long-awaited fulfillment go to waste. Whenever Luna passed behind her, Fleur made a point to flick her tail aside, giving the Princess teasing peaks of what she was doing to the poor unicorn.

“Hmm. I’ll be in my room when you’re finished. I dare say you’re going to need a shower.” Luna stopped in front of the treadmill, smiling deviously at Fleur.

“As long as my master joins me.” Fleur returned, her smile equally provocative. Luna just gave a soft ‘hmm’ of acknowledgement before she left. Fleur let a breath out as the door closed behind Luna. As much as Fleur loved the extra attention, she needed to finish this workout, a task that was becoming increasingly difficult with Luna's wandering eyes all over her body.

About fifteen minutes and a few cool down stretches later, Fleur returned to Luna’s bedroom. As promised, Luna was inside, and she was reading another book. Now that she thought about it, Fleur had seldom seen Luna do anything else in her free time. Arousal forgotten for the moment, Fleur tentatively peeked over Luna’s shoulder at the book. Once more, she was surveying complex magical diagrams and archaic text, and once again, she couldn’t understand what the book said at all.

“Why…” Fleur began with a slight frown. “Do you always read these books?”

“Well…” Luna flipped the page, her tone halfway distracted. She spared Fleur a glance over her shoulder, though. “It’s a little complicated, but it has to deal with my banishment. Would you care to hear?”

“If it isn’t any trouble…” Fleur offered, glancing between Luna and the book curiously.

“A thousand years is a long, long time to be absent.” Luna began, slowly closing the book she was reading. She continued speaking, though the distant expression in her eyes showed that her mind was somewhere else at the moment. “My return was less-than-friendly, to put it mildly. The Elements of Harmony came together once more to show me their power, although thankfully, I wasn’t returned to my prison. I was shown the error of my ways, and was able to join my sister in ruling Equestria once more. But, like I said, one thousand years is a long time to be absent.” Luna gestured at the book she had been reading as she continued.

“Magical theory and its applications had advanced by leaps and bounds in my absence, not to mention the massive changes to the manner in which Equestria was run. Back in my prime, Equestria was a diarchy, with Celestia and I at the fore. Now, the two of us are more advisors than anything else; We give our input on major decisions, but for the most part, we stay back and let ponies do what ponies do. We’re a reactionary force now. We come to the assistance of Equestria when it’s most needed, not before problems develop.” Luna sighed, shaking her head.

“I miss the days when I could act on problems before they came to bear. Why Celestia keeps us from using our full potential, I’ll never know. Still, though…” Luna looked out of the nearby window, past the balcony and out towards the rest of Equestria. “Our citizens are becoming stronger and stronger with each lesson they learn, solving the problems that Celestia and I would normally handle.” A faint smile crossed the Princess’ lips then, and Fleur felt her own mirror the effect; seeing Luna smile made Fleur genuinely happy.

“But as for the books,” Luna continued after a short pause. “I’ve tasked myself with catching up on all of the magical developments that have transpired in my absence, and so far, I’m maybe a tenth of the way through. There was much speculation and research done when the Elements of Harmony were introduced into the world, and all of this,” She gestured to the stacks of books on the tables around the room. “Is the result.”

“All of this?” Fleur looked around the room as her mind tried to digest what it had just heard. Of the five tables in the room, nearly all of them were jam-packed with books. Only the table nearest to them had any space left on it, though even that could not hold more than another book or two. 'Still, a thousand years is a long time.' Fleur thought. 'Surely, a millennium of magical development had to lead to more books than this, right?' Fleur frowned as she looked over them all once more. “It doesn’t seem like that much.”

“Well,” Luna chuckled. “Let’s go downstairs. I'm sure you want to shower after your workout, and the room I want to show you is on the way." A shower sounded divine indeed. Fleur followed Luna to the lift, and they began their descent to the basement in silence. The cramped confines of the lift made that fact increasingly apparent to Fleur's nose. Thankfully, Luna didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she betrayed no reaction to it.

They arrived in the warm hallway that Fleur was becoming comfortably familiar with, and she followed Luna only a short way down it. They hadn’t even reached the first intersection when Luna ushered her into a door. Fleur entered the room behind Luna, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Okay,” she whispered in wide-eyed wonder. “This is impressive.” The room Fleur had just entered was the greatest feat of spatial manipulation she had ever seen. It was likely the size of the entire Canterlot castle, including the palace grounds. The walls soared upwards to impossible heights, and Fleur couldn't tell if the room had a ceiling, or simply stretched into infinity. The same set of walls stretched on and on, the edge of the room looking like a miniscule speck in the distance. Fleur could barely imagine how long it might take to reach even one corner of this room - if it had corners at all.

“This isn’t what I’m researching…” Luna nudged Fleur’s side and led her down a small staircase into the library proper. From atop the staircase, Fleur gazed out on the intricate maze of shelves. To the untrained eye, the seemingly endless rows could easily be mistaken for an immaculate carpet or tapestry. “But it is all of the books I own. Celestia and I make it a point to collect as many as we can, in the hopes of preserving knowledge for the ages. As you can see, we’ve had to resort to rather drastic measures to keep them all in one place.”

“This is amazing.” Fleur breathed, following Luna along.

“This,” Luna pulled up near the bottom of the staircase. Fleur paused for a moment to take a better look at her surroundings, and saw there was a large section that had been roped off with stanchions. Luna swept a hoof out towards it. “Is what I’ve missed in my absence.” The section was easily half of the floor, but it didn’t appear to stretch up onto the walls. Still, Fleur had to appreciate such a vast collection of knowledge.

Reading was always one of Fleur's favorite hobbies, but her love of reading was more recreational, not intellectual. She was an above-average student when she was in school, and received good grades, but she never felt a drive to engage herself in a lifetime of study or research. Some of her friends had, and she didn’t blame them. But Fleur’s calling had been to social works and charity. She was a prominent member of the Social Club, and had even met Fancy Pants through one of their higher functions after graduation. Nevertheless, the room was astounding to say the least. Fleur knew that just six feet to the left of this room was the same one Luna had stored her Hearth’s Warming Eve ball dress in, but the very walls of this room were probably miles wide.

“You’ve got to catch up on all of this?” Fleur asked skeptically, peering down the long rows of books.

“I’m afraid so.” Luna sighed, her gaze following Fleur’s. “Some of it is very dry and hard to follow, but others are absolutely fascinating.” She smiled at Fleur then, drawing her attention with a gentle touch. “Let’s move on. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your time looking at dusty old books. Come, we have to get you clean.” Fleur cast one last sideways look at the massive collection of books in the room before following Luna back up the staircase. Once back in the hallway, Fleur felt an odd sense of vertigo. Going from such an immense space into the tiny hallway, and vice-versa, had left her a little bit dizzy. She slowed her pace a bit, taking slow, measured breaths to steady herself as she continued down the hall.

Thankfully, the bathroom was only a few doors down from their previous location, and once they entered, she moved to turn on the showers while Luna fetched towels, robes, and mane-care products for both of them. Fleur stepped into the shower immediately, letting out a contended sigh as the hot water relaxed her nerves once more. She glanced to her side to see Luna had entered as well, and was already busy fretting over her own coat. Part of her mind wanted to just sit and stare at Luna's every move, but her nose reminded her once more that her coat needed some fretting of its own. Hoping Luna wouldn’t make things more complicated, Fleur began to scrub her nether parts.

She wasn’t very sore, which was surprising, and the scrubbing didn’t do much in the way of arousal. Fleur was happy for that much; any other day, she’d have been dripping from the first contact against her marehood. 'I guess I'm getting more accustomed to this sort of pleasure,' she thought to herself. 'Good... That means I can handle longer,more intense sessions with Luna. Sure, it's only been a week, but if it's this good already...'

“Enjoying yourself over there?” Luna shot a teasing quip. Fleur glanced up with a flush as she grasped the removable shower head and rinsed off her nether region.

“Yes, thank you.” Fleur returned, her back slowly turning to the Princess.

“Would you like some help?” This time, Luna’s voice came from right beside Fleur’s ear. She stiffened, her heart leaping up into her throat. ’How does she do that?!’

“I-I’m fine, thanks.” She managed to whisper. Luna gave a soft chuckle from her throat, her hooves laying on Fleur’s spine.

“Are you sure?” Luna teased, her hooves slowly sliding upwards. Fleur shuddered at the soothing motion, her thighs squirming already. “Somepony might have to scrub your back.”

“I-I can manage.” Fleur returned, still holding the shower head against her thigh, where it had been spraying last. ’I’m not going to get to finish this shower, am I?’

“I’m not so sure about that…” Luna’s hooves slid higher up Fleur’s back, riding high enough to put tension on her neck muscles. Fleur shuddered and moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for half a moment. Luna persisted, now dragging her hooves down the length of her spine.

“Aah…” Luna's expert touch gently slid over each vertebrae, eliciting more moans, and an occasional wince, from Fleur. It was a strange sensation, but definitely not unwanted. If anything, it made Fleur’s heart flutter even more. Her eyes closed fully now, enjoying the sensation of being massaged by Luna.

“You’re enjoying this, Fleur.” Luna breathed into her ear.

“I’d be lying if… Ngh… I said I didn’t…” Fleur drew her lower lip between her teeth. The shower head had slowly begun to inch higher, back to where it had just rinsed off between her thighs. Combined with Luna’s tender ministrations, the shower head was beginning to become a devious tool.

“I think we ought to move.” Luna drew away, and once again, Fleur was left weak-kneed and panting. She still couldn't put a hoof on why Luna's mere presence set her off like a firework, but she was more than willing to conduct further research into the matter. She drew a deep breath and turned the shower off. Maybe later she could enjoy the unique water-based sensations a detachable shower head could bring her. Right now though, she had a much more powerful - and incredibly more skilled - way of fulfilling her desire. As quickly as she could manage, Fleur dried herself off and slipped into one of the big, fluffy robes Luna had set out for them.

“This way,” Luna ushered her down the hall, towards the side of the hallway that Fleur had yet to explore in any great detail. She wasn't sure what was waiting for her in these new rooms, and already, Fleur could feel the anticipation building in her body. She and the Princess were undoubtedly going to engage in another BDSM session momentarily. The thought of wearing the collar again, of having to follow rules in order to orgasm, and of calling Luna ‘mistress’ was making Fleur positively giddy with excitement. About halfway down the hall, Luna turned into one of the doors, smiling as she led Fleur inside.

“Oh… Oh wow.” Fleur paused on the threshold, her eyes locked in a disbelieving stare. This room was unlike any of the others she had been in with Luna previously. Those rooms had been tame in comparison to this one. Those rooms were warm and welcoming, and helped arouse Fleur and put her in the mood for their sessions.

This room was…

It was something else.

While Fleur continued to stare wide-eyes at the room, Luna shed her robe, her body sliding out of the garment's embrace like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon. Her wings spread wide, and her still-damp tail hung down her backside, clinging to her legs like a pair of ephemeral stockings. Her mane didn’t shift and change as it normally did, but hung straight down her neck, further accentuating her brilliant curves. Luna was the picture of beauty and arousal just then, and as she turned towards Fleur, very dominating.

“I’d suggest putting your collar on, Fleur.” Luna’s husky request might as well have been a mandate from the moon itself. Fleur felt her throat tighten and her heart throb as she nodded, looking around for the device. She found it sitting on a table next to the door, and as she proceeded to wrap the thick band around her throat, she got a good, long look at the room.

The walls and floor were a bright white, and were it not for the subdued lighting provided by tall lamps in each corner of the room, the brightness would have been hard to stand for more than a few minutes. But the lighting is where the similarities between this room and the previous two came to an end. Where the previous rooms were warm and inviting, this room seemed austere, perhaps cold in a way, and to Fleur's mind, more than a little bit intimidating. Set against the far wall was a low bed, coming no higher than Fleur’s knees. The headboard was a strange contraption of metal and plastic and straps that seemed so complex, it was nearly impossible to decipher what went where. One glance to her side though, and her eyes locked onto what was by far the most intriguing thing in the room.

A few feet away, Luna stood in front of a dresser, her still-damp hair framing her beautiful form perfectly. Fleur's mouth ran dry as she watched Luna begin to slip into an outfit that her mind could only hope to describe as 'tight'. It squeaked and creaked as Luna wriggled her way into the chestpiece and pants, and when she finished, she might as well have been nude. The shiny black material, whatever it was, hugged Luna so intricately that Fleur could still see the gentle mound of Luna’s marehood through the sheer pants. The chestpiece crossed Luna’s breast, leaving several slits open for her dark blue coat to poke through. This was capped by an intricate neckpiece that flowed perfectly into the top of the chestpiece, giving the entire ensemble a unified look, as if it had been cut from a single bolt of material. It took nearly all of Fleur's concentration to finish buckling her collar. Task completed, she stood in silence, her eyes never leaving Luna's form as the princess began pulling her mane into a tight braid. Fleur would have been content to simply watch Luna for the rest of the day, but she didn't want to be rude either. Reluctantly, she forced her eyes away from Luna, and focused on the wall opposite her.

The wall was covered with hooks and pegs, and from these hung some of the strangest and intriguing pieces of BDSM equipment she had ever laid eyes upon. There were several body harnesses, a whole section of strap-on dildos, a few coiled lengths of rope, a riding crop, cat-o-ninetails, paddle, a small case with a selection of vibrators and other dildos, gags, chains, cuffs… This wall was everything Fleur had ever fantasized about, and then some.

“Fleur,” Luna drew her attention. “Don’t focus on the wall. Focus on me.”

“Yes… Mistress.” Fleur had to add the title as an afterthought; the collar was on, and the session had begun. Luna began to slide a set of sheer leggings up her forelegs, but her eyes were fixed on Fleur.

“Do you remember last week, Fleur? The gifts we gave one another?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Fleur swallowed. She had bought Luna a dildo; a foolish thought in hindsight, seeing how Luna had plenty of them to go around. But Luna’s gift to her… “Aah.” She gave a soft breath as Luna pulled the ball gag seemingly from nowhere. Fleur automatically felt her throat tighten up and her legs flex. Luna grinned deviously as she began her slow approach towards Fleur.

“You said that our last session could have been a little harder. Were you telling the truth, Fleur?” Luna’s husky tone made Fleur quiver. Fleur couldn't tell if she was quivering out of fear, anticipation, or both, but she had no time to debate the matter with herself. Her dom had asked a question, and Fleur had to answer.

“Y-yes, Mistress. I-I asked you if you could be a little more rough with- ah!“

Luna was suddenly in front of her. It happened in the blink of an eye, without sound or any sort of indication she was going to move. Fleur tensed immediately, her eyes wide as the ball gag hovered barely an inch away from her mouth. It was so close, she could feel her breath wash over the shiny red ball. “Enough talking, Fleur. Open your mouth.”

“Haah…” Fleur had no choice but to obey. She opened her mouth tentatively.

“Wider.” Luna commanded. The ball gag pressed against her teeth. Fleur opened her jaw a little more, almost to the point of tension. “Wider.” Luna stepped closer, looming up in Fleur’s vision. She swallowed hard and opened more…

“There we go… That’s a good pony.” Luna smiled as the ball gag slipped past Fleur’s teeth. She felt the buckle wind around her head and cinch tightly into her mane. The gag wasn't painful, but was just tight enough to set her nerves on edge, eliciting a small whimper from her throat - and a new wave of wetness down her thighs. “Bite down on it.” Each short sentence Luna said, Fleur had to obey. She didn’t know what the punishment was, and she wasn’t entirely certain she wanted to find out. Her teeth clenched onto the ball gag, and she found it was surprisingly solid. Her saliva was already beginning to build up, but without the ability to fully close her mouth, she couldn’t swallow it properly. “Look at that…” Luna teased, her hoof rising to wipe across Fleur’s lips and the gag. “You’re already drooling.” Fleur began to squirm helplessly as she watched Luna pull her hoof away, the sheer fabric of her leggings glistening with Fleur's saliva.

“Hmm, you look simply delicious, Fleur…” Luna continued, her tongue peeking out to lick at the saliva on her hoof. "Hmm... I'm not certain that I will be able to control myself tonight... Not with you looking like that, Fleur. Now, follow me... And we'll see if I'm wrong or not." Luna turned abruptly, ushering Fleur across the floor towards the bed. Fleur followed, her eyes darting from the wall of equipment, to the bed, to Luna and back again. She swallowed as best she could, but only managed a strange, guttural sound as her mouth filled with saliva once more. It began to drip a little, and she watched the slimy strands fall onto her chest, and then down to the floor.

“Get up on the bed.” Luna commanded, laying one hoof on the surface. Fleur leapt up, and discovered the bed wasn’t fitted with a mattress and sheets and a blanket, but was instead hard plastic. She felt her heart beat faster, even as she turned around to face her Master. “Lie down.” Luna gestured towards her, and Fleur slowly lowered herself onto her stomach. Luna’s face was set in stone as she looked Fleur over. She was still drooling, the long strands now landing on her forelegs.

“The rules for this session,” Luna turned from Fleur, padding towards the far wall. “Are as follows: as always, you must address me as one of my three appropriate titles. That is, if you can.” She glanced over her shoulder at Fleur, and the small puddle of spit she was beginning to accumulate. “The second rule is this: spit the gag out, earn two orgasms. Drool too much, or drool anywhere on me, earn two orgasms. If you squirt and get any of it anywhere other than the bed, that’s another two orgasms, and I’ll make you clean it with your tongue. Understood?” Luna hoisted one length of rope from the wall and carried the entire case of vibrators over. All Fleur could do to signal her acquiescence was nod.

“Good.” Luna smiled as she uncoiled the rope. Fleur could hear the coils impact the floor, and her heart began pounding in her ears. “Since you can’t say the safe word, we’ll have a signal. If ever you want this session to end, I want you to blink once, pause, and then blink three times. Can you do that?” Fleur gave a noise from her throat and nodded. “Demonstrate.” Relishing another chance to please her master, Fleur did as she was instructed, blinking once, pausing, and then blinking three more times in quick succession. The entire time, Luna looked into her eyes, never once averting her gaze.

“Good.” Luna smiled at her, pulling away slowly. She flipped her braided mane over her shoulder and went to stand opposite Fleur. Clad in a shiny black-and-blue ensemble, Luna was a picture of sultry domination; the contrast with Fleur, who was collared, gagged, and covered in drool, could not be sharper. The plastic bed was bound to get a workout, considering she was already drooling and dripping wetness. She slurped around the gag once more, making a delightfully wet, almost guttural sound that Luna couldn't help but chuckle at. Seeing another smile cross her Master's face sent another wave of joy through Fleur's mind, and even more wetness through her already-soaked marehood. Fleur was dripping from both ends - and she was relishing every delicious second of it.

“You look awfully yummy like that, Fleur,” Luna stood away from the bed by a decent distance, her eyes wandering over Fleur’s form. “But I think we can sweeten the dish further… What do you say we…”

“HMMN!” Fleur gave a short, clipped cry; at least, the best she could give with a ball gag in her mouth. Luna’s magic gripped her entire body, sliding her up against the intimidating headboard.

“Keep those hooves out of the way.” Fleur’s forelegs were stretched above her head, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. But there seemed to a rounded joint where the headboard met the bed, keeping her shoulder blades elevated. She felt wide shackles close around her hooves, pinning them in place. Fleur barely had time to adjust herself before Luna appeared next to the bed and reached across the expanse of textured plastic to lift her hind legs into the air, fastening them into their own set of cuffs. Soon enough, Fleur’s hips were propped up, her legs spread wide open, and her tail splayed out on the bed beneath her. The way she was laying, her hind legs were almost on level with her head, and her center was very obviously exposed. Her glistening slit pulsed in the air, and it was there that Luna turned her attention next.

“My, my…” Luna teased, slowly lifting herself onto the bed. “Look at this… You’re already wet. Why, my dear pet, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this…” Heavens damn it all, Fleur was enjoying this. She could hardly move, and the way her legs were bent over made breathing difficult, to say nothing of the ball gag in her mouth. She dribbled more drool and more arousal, her chest rising and falling in smooth motions. She looked up at Luna with a half-lidded expression, a plaintive moan escaping from her throat. She felt as if she were a powder keg – one touch, and she’d explode.

“Hmm, you smell divine, Fleur.” Luna continued to tease her in the most delightful way possible. Fleur watched intently as Luna padded around in a half-circle, her hips swaying enough to make even Photo Finish blush. The half-lidded, smoldering gaze in Luna's aqua eyes made it perfectly clear to Fleur that she was being stalked by the Princess - and she would not be denied her quarry. The effect was immediate and pronounced as Fleur’s core emitted a fair bit more arousal, dripping down onto her sodden tail. Luna gave a small chuckle and leaned in, her nose hardly six inches from Fleur’s vagina.

“Hmmn.” Fleur moaned, drooling even more. She could feel Luna’s hot breath against her. Her hips swayed back and forth as best she could manage, given the restraints on her legs. She was dying for release, but the way Luna paced and hovered, never really touching her, made Fleur shudder with even more anticipation. She wanted release, to cum and scream and moan and squirt; yet she didn’t want this teasing to end, either. Luna hovered over her crotch, her hot breath washing over Fleur’s dripping slit, and her entire midsection, like a slow-moving tidal wave.

“Look at it drip.” Luna teased. Each new word sent a pulse of breath over Fleur’s center, eliciting yet another wave of arousal. "My, aren't you a naughty mare? You're so wet, you're going to make a puddle." Luna’s half-lidded gaze was fixed solely on Fleur’s twitching walls, though she spared an occasional glance up the length of Fleur’s pale body to look into her eyes. Fleur never blinked during those stares. She wouldn’t give the sign - she was enjoying herself far too much to stop now.

'This is going to beat our last session by a mile,' Fleur thought. 'The ropes were great, but a bed like this... A bed meant solely to restrain a pony so much that they can barely move? It's borderline oppressive.'

'… And I love it.'

“I bet you want me to lick you, hmm?” Luna continued to talk, her muzzle mere inches from Fleur’s core; she was so close, and yet so far. Fleur could have sworn each breathy sentence was sliding into her, penetrating her with hot air. “I bet it’d feel so good to have my tongue against you... In fact, I bet you’re just dying to be pleased right now.”

’Yes, oh fuck me, yes I am.’ Fleur couldn’t say it, but she could close her eyes and think it.

“Do you want me to lick you?” Luna was incorrigible. Fleur looked up at her with half-lidded, desperate eyes. She nodded firmly, her legs squirming in their bonds. “I can’t hear you, Fleur. I asked if you wanted me to lick you.”

“Hmm-mm.” Fleur moaned, trying hard to work her tongue against the gag. She couldn’t, of course, and the anticipation was killing her. Luna continued to tease her, her lips hovering just above Fleur's pulsing marehood.

“I can’t hear you, Fleur… You’re going to have to speak up. Do you want me to lick you?”

“Hmm-mm!”

“Oh, stop that animal-like grunting, Fleur. You’re a pony. Speak properly, like the refined mare that you are. Now, tell me if you want me to lick you… And no grunting this time.” Luna was hovering just above her core now.

“Hmm! Hmm!” Each new moan coaxed another thin trail of drool from her mouth. It had lathered her lips and chin by now, and was working on coating her neck from top to bottom.

“Beg for it.” Luna commanded, her sultry tone low and eager. Her lips brushed the mound of Fleur’s marehood, giving her the first tantalizing touch of pleasure. It wasn’t enough, though. Fleur wanted more. No, she needed more.

“HMMMMN!” She closed her eyes and screamed it. The guttural sound came with even more drool, and her pulsing walls flexed visibly. Luna stood over her, surveying the display, a wide grin across her lips.

“Good.” She leaned in, kissing Fleur’s twitching stomach. "Now, let's see if we can't find other ways to make you scream..." The kiss was only the beginning. Even without the ball gag, she couldn't properly vocalize what happened next.

Fleur's mind exploded in ecstasy as Luna's tongue lanced into her core, delving deep between her soaked walls. It writhed about, pressing against all the right spots that sent Fleur careening over the edge of decency and into the depths of a wild, wet, and strength-robbing orgasm. Jerking and panting atop the bed, Fleur felt her squirt impact her stomach, and seemingly everything around her. She hoped against hope that she hadn't broken the rule and squirted on Luna, but a quick glance at Luna's partially-soaked chest and face told her that she most definitely had. Luna stopped to lick some of Fleur's juices from her lips, the princess' face a mixture of amusement and anger. “Hmm, well that was impressive.” She teased, her smile turning more devious by the second. “But I did tell you that if you squirted anywhere other than on the bed, I’d make you clean it with your tongue. Not only that, but you’d owe me two orgasms as well. Tell me, my delicious little pet, which would you like to do first? Do you want to clean your mistress, or pay her what she is owed?”

Fleur couldn’t respond, of course. The best she could do was flex her walls and look pleadingly up at Luna. Her last orgasm had only just faded away, and heavens help her, she wanted another one. Luna had said her punishment was two orgasms, right? Didn’t she? Her mind was a haze… She couldn’t remember. But Fleur would do just about anything to have another one just then. She didn’t care what it took. She would beg, plead, scream… She just needed to cum again.

“I think I’ll make you pay first.” Luna said after a long, pulse-pounding pause. “No sense in getting all cleaned up only to make another mess. Although…” Luna raised her hoof, dragging it across Fleur’s mouth. “There’s fun to be had either way.” She pulled her hoof back to her own lips, licking the shining spot of saliva. “Hmm, delicious. Stay right there, Fleur, and don’t move.” She gave a soft chuckle of amusement before turning around and slipping off of the bed. Fleur watched her go, craning her neck to follow the Princess. Luna retreated to the far wall, picking up the box of assorted vibrators and dildos she had left there previously. Fleur watched with ever-growing anticipation as Luna came back, carrying the case and a small bottle with her.

Luna mounted the bed once more and opened the case. She gave a small ‘hmm’ of thought as she looked over her choices, the added delay making Fleur whimper and squirm all the more. She couldn’t quite see what lay inside the case, and she was dying to discover what it was. She knew the vibrators and dildos could grant her untold amounts of pleasure, but seeing what she was going to be subject to was rather important.

Thankfully, Luna settled on a slender dildo, not too long or too thick. She lifted it from the box with her magic, hovering it forwards until it pressed against Fleur’s gag. She mopped up the spare drool, rubbing the toy until it was lathered with spit. Fleur jumped at the chance to help her Master, forcing more out of her mouth; a difficult task that required many moans, a sore tongue, and perhaps a bit too much guttural grunting. Luna chuckled at her, displaying the glistening dildo for Fleur to see clearly.

The dildo dripped a little on its way down her body, the slight impacts making Fleur pant and writhe all the more. When it reached its destination, Luna held it there for a few long moments, hovering over Fleur like the dom she was. “Two orgasms, Fleur… And you had better not squirt on me this time.”

“Hmm-hmm.” Fleur moaned into the gag. Her jaw was beginning to ache, but it was a dull and pleasurable sort of feeling; the kind that would make her slur her words and drool after the gag was removed. Coupled with the collar around her throat and the binds around her legs, Fleur was in no position to argue Luna’s authority. Not that she wanted to; doing so might just lead to more punishments.

’Then again,’ she thought, ’that might not be such a bad thing...’

Luna held the vibrator over Fleur’s pulsing hole for a few tense moments before smoothly and easily guiding it inside of her. Fleur gasped as she felt the toy delve deep into her, pressing into spots that sent shockwaves through her body. She whimpered and moaned, but couldn’t do anything other than flex around the toy. Then again, with how wet she was, and how much drool had been on the slender shaft, even that couldn’t stop Luna from fucking her with it.

And fuck her she did.

The toy glided deep and easy, hilting itself inside Fleur’s pulsing vagina. She whimpered and moaned, her muscles tensing over and over. Her vision began to blur as unfettered pleasure flooded her body, but Fleur wasn't worried in the slightest. In fact, she loved the sensation, and she wanted more and more of it. She looked down at Luna with half-lidded eyes, begging the princess to continue. The vibrator began buzzing then, sending the pleasure into a whole new dimension. Fleur gave a short, clipped moan and arched her back from the plastic bed. She could feel her juices stream down her rear, dampening her coat at the small of her back, just above her tail. She was soaked downstairs, and thankfully, Luna wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

Her orgasm approached suddenly, and Fleur had no control of the speed of the vibrator inside of her. The buzzing and the expert way the slender toy pressed into her pleasure points drove her well over the edge of another blissful squirt. Thankfully, this squirt was much less pronounced, with only a small stream of her juices dripping onto her tail, avoiding the Princess entirely. Fleur was reduced to a barely coherent puddle, but Luna continued unabated, plunging the soaked toy deeper still into her inner walls again and again. It was beginning to make erotic wet noises now, the kind that only helped burn this memory more firmly into Fleur’s mind.

The second orgasm was just as blissful as the first, and came with a fair bit more liquid as well. Fleur twitched and grunted as she came all over her own tail, positively drenching the luxurious pink strands. Luna held the dripping toy above her spurting hole, smiling down at Fleur as she came long and hard. When the whole ordeal was over, Fleur slumped onto the plastic surface of the bed, whimpering and moaning thinly.

“Our session isn’t over yet,” Luna mused, licking the toy with a soft moan. “But you may spit out your gag. Additionally, the rules about drooling no longer apply. You nearly broke them, but I don’t think you deserve any more punishment.” Fleur nodded slowly and worked her jaw, willing her muscles to respond properly. With a little work, she managed to slide the strap of the ball gag a little further down her neck, and after a few more moments of struggle, was able to get it over her bottom jaw.

“Uehh…” She released the gag with a large bit of drool, her mouth not quite working properly. She lay there for a few more moments, feeling the ball gag rest loosely on top of the collar she already wore. The excess drool slowly ran down her neck, further adding to the mess she had made. It wasn’t just her jaw, either; the rest of her muscles struggled to comply with her commands to move in some semblance of order. Luna just smiled and continued to lick the dildo, swirling her tongue around the toy as if it were an obscene lollipop. She continued for a few moments before her horn lit up with a mysterious, ephemeral glow. Fleur felt the tension release around her legs and hooves. Lacking any sort of muscle coordination, Fleur’s hooves flopped onto the bed. She lay there for a few moments, relishing the tingling sensation of blood returning to her extremities and the wonderful post-coital glow of several brilliant orgasms.

Cumming in the midst of regular sex was one thing, but cumming while being truly subjected to pleasure... While being tied up, with no muscle control, and no way to speak... That was a new deal entirely. Fleur had never felt like that before. No simple masturbation session, no dildo, no one vibrator could ever make her feel like that. She was drunk on the sensation, and as Luna straddled her, it was all she could do to woodenly open her mouth further.

“Now clean me, Fleur.” Luna lowered herself until her cum-flecked chest smothered her face. Fleur moaned and dragged her tongue over the intricate chestpiece Luna wore, catching random expanses of the princess’ coat between licks. She tasted plastic and cum and flesh and a multitude of other tastes, each of them just as exciting and arousing as the last.

In the end, it was Luna’s kiss that drew her out of her love-drunk reverie. A pressure released from around her neck, and Fleur took a deep breath as Luna pulled away. “The session is over, Fleur.”

“Thah wath increhibuh…”