“I see,” Luna said seriously. Night court had concluded and she was now resting in her bed with Moonlight in her left arm and Thomas in her right. Silver had done her part to tend to her Princess before dismissing herself, seemingly paranoid about overstaying her welcome. That was a while ago and Thomas and Moonlight had just finished explaining what they had done all night and what Silver had asked of them. “What did you say?”

Moonlight answered first. “That you’re the sort of mare who likes to take charge. You also like a pony who can make you laugh.”

“You’re also a cuddle bug who likes to role play,” Thomas added, pressing himself into Luna’s side.

Luna grinned. “And what was her response?”

“Kind of weird,” Thomas answered uncertainly. “I said her best bet would be to wine and dine you like she would anyone else, but I don’t think she really understood.” He leaned up and looked over at Moonlight, silently asking for help.

“I noticed that too,” the unicorn agreed. “It sounded like she’s got this mental image of herself just bowing down and completely submitting to you and, well...” she trailed off.

“You just using her like a fuck toy and nothing else,” Thomas finished.

Luna chuckled halfheartedly. “Such an image is hardly unwelcome, but I find it upsetting that this is all she expects to come of this post. Surely the House of Bell would have instructed her better.”

“Chinese whispers,” Thomas said to the confusion of the mares. “You whisper something in someone’s ear. They don’t hear it quite right and pass it on to the next person down the line. It goes on like that for a while with each new telling being further and further from the original until it becomes completely different by the end.”

Luna’s frown deepened as she took in his words. “Rumors,” she surmised. “And you think this is what has become of House Bell’s teachings?”

Thomas sighed soberly. “A thousand years is a lot of time to hold a single message. Frankly I’d be surprised if it didn’t get at least a little twisted.”

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad,” Moonlight posited. “All you have to do is tell her what the original message was, right?”

“It’s not that simple,” Luna said. “Even with common rumors, it is difficult for ponies to accept the truth after believing the lie or misunderstanding for an extended period. But this is a deeply held belief passed down over a thousand years. It will not be so easily shaken.”

“I guess so,” Moonlight conceded. “Come to think of it, even by bat pony standards she sounded extreme in how she seems to idolize you.”

A minute of silence passed as the mares and man contemplated the dilemma they now faced until Thomas had a thought.

“What if we use that against her?”

“Pardon?” Luna asked.

“If she thinks of you like a goddess, then just telling her otherwise probably won’t be enough,” he reasoned as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “You guys need to explain things to me before I get them, but what if it’s the reverse with her? What if we did something to, you know, show her you like to be treated more normal?”

Luna nodded thoughtfully. “Interesting, but how would that be used ‘against her’, as you described?”

“I was thinking of this show I used to watch, Gargoyles,” Thomas explained. “In it, this character named Goliath was put under a spell that made him have to obey anyone who held the pages with the spell on it. The counter spell was destroyed, so this other character realized that if they couldn’t undo the spell, they’d use it. So she took the pages in her hand and ordered Goliath to act for the rest of his life like he wasn’t under a spell. Then boom. It worked.”

“Order her to treat the Pr-I mean Luna like she might treat a common mare?” Moonlight asked, correcting herself.

The Princess touched her chin thoughtfully. “The base idea holds merit,” she said, though didn’t sound as though she were fully convinced. “But even then she might think that she is only putting on an act of some sort.”

Thomas looked disparaged, only to perk up with another idea as a grin grew across his face and he beamed down at Luna.

“That look in your eye,” Luna said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “It gives me chills.” There was a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Looking at it a different way,” Thomas began. “Normal is just another way of saying equal. Equal partnership and all that. But what if it weren’t equal?” His grin grew as a low chuckle escaped his throat. “What if it was unequal, but not like she’s expecting?”

“Go on,” Luna said, her eyes full of intrigue. When Thomas had finished explaining his idea, she yanked him down, body wedged between her mammoth breasts as she kissed him aggressively. Moonlight, despite her training, had hesitated long enough to also be caught off guard by the alicorn’s advances. The assault of their lips was short-lived; however, as Luna demanded they begin practicing for their upcoming scheme.

**********

It was finally Saturday, the night Silver had been promised as the next step in her initiation. She’d tried to press the others for more information, but the solar concubines insisted not to know while Thomas and Moonlight started laughing whenever the subject came up. It did nothing to ease her nerves when they said there was nothing to worry about, especially when she noticed the Princesses had started laughing too.

Are they mocking me? She’d thought more than once. Have I already failed, only to be kept around for their continued amusement? Those thoughts were never suffered for long as she’d assured herself that somepony as wonderful as Luna would never do such a thing.

Now she stood outside the door to Luna’s chambers, sweating bullets in her new and thoroughly cleaned loincloth while the night guards on either side did their best not to notice the jittering mare before them. She’d been told to arrive at this very minute, which was considerably later than usual, and also without eating first. As she arrived, she noted that a maid had just departed the room, likely having just delivered breakfast.

She is already ready, Silver reasoned, imagining Luna having already been properly brushed, scrubbed, and dressed to perfection. The image was small consolation to not being able to do the deed herself, as she’d come to savor the chances to brush the Princess’ mane and scrub her fur free of all unsightliness. Her mind had wandered, as it had a tendency to do, to imagining what perilous task the Princess had in store for her to determine her worth in satisfying the boundless lust of an alicorn.

Among the more persistent imaginings involved the Princess using Silver like a toy, impaling her lean little body on her massive stallion cock and rutting her like she was little more than a masturbation aid. Many such thoughts had bled over into her dreams, the very memory of which caused her wings to twitch and her tail to partially flag. She’d always had dreams like that, but they’d become more intense since Luna’s return, leaving her paranoid of what the Princess must think of her for holding such lewd thoughts, even if it was why she was here to begin with. The long held ideal of Luna simply refused to go away.

The door cracked open and Thomas poked his head out. “You’re on time. Good.”

“Naturally,” Silver curtsied in her concubine uniform. “I am ready to begin my duties.”

Thomas made an amused face, which Silver took to mean that he didn’t think she was. She held her chin up defiantly. “Whatever tasks my Princess has for me, I shall carry them out with obedience and humility,” she declared boldly.

“That might not be as easy as you imagine,” Luna called from behind the door in a teasing tone Silver found unbefitting of her station.

With a roll of his eyes, Thomas opened the door a bit wider and motioned for Silver to enter. She did, marching forward with the proud dignity of a soldier going to war, imagining herself facing a series of perilous obstacles to prove her devotion to her Princess. Her gaze immediately fell on Luna, naturally eye-catching as she was, and the bat pony’s heart skipped a beat as the lock of the door clicked.

Luna was not dressed, her fur was matted in several places, like she forgot to shower after some grueling exercise, and her starless, lifeless mane hung limply down her back and shoulders with too many split ends to count. This alone was a travesty, no doubt the result of some criminal behavior which would easily rouse the entire bat pony population into a frenzy of bloodlust, but Silver quickly rid herself of such thoughts to focus on the here and now. Luna, Princess of the Night and savior of the bat pony tribe, was standing before an alicorn sized ponyquin in the far corner of the room, staring intently at its frilly Prench maid uniform with the added bonus of a sapphire encrusted collar.

At Thomas’ urging, Silver was lead to an alicorn sized chair where he and Moonlight helped her in, facing the wall away from Luna. Silver felt small, like a filly in a highchair. When she realized that this chair was made special for Luna, she had to quell the urge to grind her rear into the seat where Luna’s glorious moon had once been. The table before her was filled with a hearty breakfast that even her entire family would have trouble finishing. As her eyes drifted from one mouthwatering morsel to the next, she looked up and counted two chairs besides her own and looked up questioningly at Moonlight, who was wearing the concubine uniform.

The unicorn grinned and leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. “This is your test. Luna wants to see how you react.”

Silver felt her blood run cold as her ears fell. React? React to what? She rewound her mind back to when she first entered the room, hoping for some clue as to the nature of the test. However, her thoughts were unable to move past the image of Princess Luna staring at that maid uniform. Her mind raced, puzzling over that look on Luna’s face, that subtle smile that made the bat pony’s heart melt, as well as the possibilities that went into having a maid outfit of that size; most of which were dismissed as absurd.

Silver heard sounds from behind and noticed that Thomas had gone. She recognized his voice, as well as Luna’s. Their words were quiet and sentences incomplete.

“This one?” Thomas asked.

“Over here,” Luna instructed.

There was the jingle of magic and the patter of footsteps, not hoof steps, as the pair continued their hidden machinations. Despite the overwhelming urge to peek, Silver reminded herself that, unconventional as it was, this was still a test and cheating would be frowned upon. She jumped and gave a small squeak when Moonlight grabbed her hand and began stroking it reassuringly. The bat pony met the unicorn’s smiling gaze and let out a relieved sigh. Though small, the gesture from her fellow mare proved immensely helpful. The moment of peace was broken as the footsteps came up beside her and she turned anxiously to find a smiling Thomas.

“Silver Bell,” he said, sounding forcefully formal.

“Sir Thomas,” she greeted with equal courtesy.

“This evening will be the final test of your initiation into Princess Luna’s Harem.” He glanced nervously towards the still unseen alicorn, looking like he was checking on something. “Your devotion and sense of propriety are without question. And while your actual skills in…” he gulped, “bed have yet to be explored, exactly,” he chuckled at the absurdity of his words. “This is not the most important thing for a concubine.”

Silver blinked, taken aback in surprise. What he’d just listed had been what she was taught to be THE quintessential traits of a concubine. What else is there?

“The objective of this test,” Thomas continued, “is to determine your ability to treat Princess Luna as if she weren’t a Princess, but a common mare.”

Silver blinked, her brain having to perform a full reboot. She’d heard Thomas speak words, finely spoken words, yet they paradoxically combined to form a statement that somehow didn’t exist to her. “What?” she heard herself ask dumbly.

Thomas made a sound of amusement before continuing. “There’s a pony you’re about to see named Blue Sapphire. She’s a very pretty mare who wants to be your maid for the evening. Your test will be on your ability to give her orders. And if she does something wrong,” Thomas glanced over in Luna’s direction to check again, “you’ll have to punish her. Understand?”

This statement was at least something comprehensible, but the broader meaning still escaped her. Fearful of exposing her ignorance, she tried putting the pieces together. The name Blue Sapphire sounded familiar, but she could not place where she’d heard it before. Whoever she was, she must be tall if she’s going to wear that maid outfit. Why else would it be here if not for her? Surely Princess Luna wouldn’t keep such a thing for herself, right? Taking a calming breath and deciding that it was best to rip off the bandage quickly; Silver nodded and braced herself for her test.

A few soft clops later and the mare in question came up and stood beside Thomas. Blue Sapphire was a unicorn with sky-blue fur, and a plain violet mane and tail. Though tall, the size of an earth mare in fact, she was nowhere near the height of an alicorn, leading the bat mare to conclude that the maid outfit she was wearing was not the one seen earlier, despite looking identical in all other aspects. Silver felt her heart skip a beat when she realized that the mare had the same teal eyes as Luna, but told herself that it was just a coincidence. There was no doubt that the mare was pretty, so pretty that Silver wondered if perhaps she was another applicant. She stood with poise and pride befitting one of noble birth, but curtsied with calm humility when her eyes met her…

“Mistress,” Blue greeted with a voice that made Silver want to grind her thighs together. “It is my honor to serve you.”

Feeling her mouth suddenly turn dry, Silver snatched up a glass of orange juice and downed the entire cup in one gulp. She had a test to pass and was not about to choke on the first breath. Figuring that Luna was still behind her, watching and judging her every move, Silver beamed at the unicorn maid. “The honor is mine, Blue. Know that you have my utmost gratitude for aiding me in my service to the Princess.”

“Luna,” Blue corrected softly. “For those meant to hold her trust and share her bed, she prefers to be called Luna.”

Silver frowned skeptically at the mare, but figured she had acquired such knowledge as part of her task of instructor. “While the sentiment is appreciated, I must warn that it is most inappropriate for a servant to correct her mistress in front of others.”

Thomas and Moonlight averted their eyes and stifled their laughter.

“What?” Silver asked, feeling her cheeks turn hot as the others seemed to laugh at her expense. “What did I say?”

“You are correct, my mistress,” Blue curtsied apologetically, paying no mind to the other concubines. “Shall I be punished for my impropriety?” she asked with subdued eagerness.

Blue’s emphasis was not lost on Silver as she recalled Thomas using a similar tone for the same word. Does the Princess mean to test my aptitude as a mistress? Thinking logically, it made sense to Silver that one as old as the Princess, or rather Luna, would have had the time to experiment with a variety of tastes. Figuring that this was in preparation for performing such play on the other concubines, Silver straightened up, trying to look authoritative. “I am letting you off with a warning this time. However, I’d advise against testing my patience further.”

“Understood, mistress,” Blue acknowledged with a bow. “However, should you change your mind…” she said nothing more as she extracted a riding crop from behind her back and set it on the table, right next to the silverware.

Silver nodded, taking the hint, and looked up to find Moonlight and Thomas had already taken their seats across from her, leaving the last seat suspiciously empty. “Will anypony else be joining us for breakfast?”

A growl from Blue’s stomach was the first to answer.

“Just us,” Thomas chuckled softly. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to let Blue sit with us, at least for breakfast?”

Silver scowled, catching the suggestive tone in Thomas’ voice. “While I have come to expect such deliberate lapses in etiquette since my arrival, I am afraid this is a line that should not be crossed. A servant must always know her place. Blue!” she barked.

With a wide, giddy grin, Blue snapped to attention.

Silver narrowed her eyes on the taller mare. If she was going to be a mistress, she might as well get into the role as quickly as possible. “You will remain standing until I say otherwise. Do this, and maybe I will let you have our leftovers.” While Silver had never asked her own servants to be degraded in such a fashion, she’d done a bit of research over this kind of play and knew such humiliation was often a crucial characteristic.

Blue was shaking with giddy excitement, finding her own role immensely enjoyable. Her mind raced with all the possible orders Silver would give her, finding the more humiliating ones to be the most exhilarating.

As the others dug in, Silver had not even had the time to reach for her utensils before a spoon full of oats was set directly in front of her snout. She followed along the metal utensil, across the hand holding it, until she met with Blue’s sweetly smiling face.

“Mistress,” she cooed. “Say ahh…”

Recovering quickly from the initial surprise, Silver decided to just roll with it and opened her mouth welcomingly. It was all part of the game, after all. Besides that, being fed like this felt nice, like she was a very important pony who deserves to be catered to. Blue giggled again, that same lovely voice that threatened to make Silver start leaking all over Luna’s nice chair. She closed her lips around the spoon and hummed in delight, not expecting the oats to have been coated with such delectable frosting.

“Does my mistress appreciate her treat?”

“She does,” Silver chuckled. “What is it?”

“Something from the exotic spice rack,” Thomas answered. “Luna made it special just for us.” And he took another bite of his own meal.

Luna made this… for us? She continued to stammer until Blue brought her back to reality with a fork full of fish, which she gobbled down greedily. The others laughed, but she didn’t care. She was just too excited by the prospect of enjoying Luna’s cooking. With Blue’s eager help she sampled from every plate in her reach, savoring every bite for several seconds before swallowing.

Silver blinked, as if waking from a trance, and found the table empty. She vaguely remembered light conversation and the meal she inhaled, only to do a double take on her slightly expanded stomach and the formerly full plates and bowls. It didn’t seem possible that she had eaten everything, but what other explanation could there be? Just to be sure, she glanced over at Blue and found the mare’s midsection perfectly flat, yet the look in the unicorn’s eye, that mischievous glint, suggested she was hiding something.

“Blue.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“I’d hate to think you’d leave me with an unclean face,” she said warningly.

Blue bolted upright, snatched a napkin, and set about gently dabbing at Silver’s mouth while the others watched. It was a struggle for the bat to not smirk at the power she held over this mare.

“So like I was saying,” Thomas spoke up. “Me and Moon were thinking about moving into one of the spare guest rooms in the castle.”

“It would save money and even be a nice place to live long-term,” Moonlight added. “What do you think, Blue?”

Silver frowned, wondering why Moonlight would ask this stranger, if that was what she was, such a personal question. When she saw that Blue was looking at her, waiting for approval, Silver gave a nod.

“I think it’s a fine idea,” Blue said gently. “Luna,” she stressed suspiciously, “should have no problem with such an arrangement. So long as you remain within reach, all should be fine.”

Silver scowled. Instructor or no, it still rubbed her the wrong way to hear a servant speak of Princess Luna so casually. Worse, Thomas and Moonlight seemed to have no qualms with it at all. They had all been chatting with the familiarity of close friends that left Silver utterly baffled. While she knew it was immature, she began considering taking her frustrations out on the maid as she finished wiping her mouth clean.

“Blue.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Regarding my test, what manner of orders am I expected to give?”

“Whatever you wish, my mistress,” Blue curtsied. “I am no expert, but I would happily give you a massage or hooficure. If there are,” she tittered, “other tasks you’d like me to perform, I’d be more than happy to satisfy. I only ask that you treat me as kindly as you see fit, and punish me fairly should I fail in my duties.”

There was that word again. “Very well,” Silver agreed as she stood, retrieving the riding crop, and motioned for Blue to follow. She glanced over at the ponyquin, finding it bare, save for the still present collar, and the Princess missing. She did not dwell, certain that the Princess was still watching, and lead the way to the bed where she sat on the edge and folded her legs. “For starters, I think I will have that hooficure you promised.”

Blue suddenly looked hesitant and glanced back at the others, who seemed equally concerned.

“Is there a problem?” Silver tapped her hoof irately.

“Well…” Blue’s ears folded back. “The thing is… I don’t actually…”

“You made a promise you could not fulfill,” Silver said judgmentally and let out an annoyed sigh. “You said you would give me a something you have no knowledge of.” She made sure to draw out as much of her irritation as possible, enjoying the way it made the large mare squirm. “How do you propose to make it up to-oh!” She gasped as the mare fell to her knees, seized her hoof in her hands, and brought it up to her muzzle. Taking a brief sniff, she extended her tongue and took a broad lick up the bottom of Silver’s hoof, causing the bat mare to shudder at the sensation.

“Is this to your liking, Mistress?” Blue asked, batting her eyelids seductively. What she’d done had been terribly humiliating, but the wetness running down her thighs told her it was the right decision. It had been too long since she’d been on the receiving end of a mistress, and she hoped from the bottom of her heart that Silver could amend this terrible lapse.

Silver felt a tingle run from her hoof all the way up her spine as a faint chill blew across the dampness of her hoof. Looking into the unicorn’s eyes, she knew she enjoyed it even more than the pony she was supposed to be serving. Worse yet, Silver didn’t feel at all bothered. If this mare got a kick out of being dominated and doing humiliating things, then who was she to stop her? “I want these hooves to shine. Understand?” She tapped her hoof in midair.

“Very much, Mistress.” And Blue set about her task, leaving a pair of onlookers wondering what to do with themselves.

At Silver’s puzzled look, Thomas clarified. “We’re basically just referees, here to make sure everyone plays nicely.” His eyes lingered on Blue’s swaying rump as she worked on her Mistress’s hoof. “So far so good.”

Silver chuckled lightly. “While I admit that I am enjoying being the dominant one for a change, I really have to wonder what this has to do with what you said earlier. How does this help me look at Luna…” she trailed off, finding herself unable to comprehend what it was she was supposed to be doing.

“That’s the one thing we can’t say,” Moonlight answered. “And don’t try ordering L-Blue to answer either,” she corrected at the last second. “Luna would be upset if we spoiled the surprise too soon.”

Silver furrowed her brow skeptically before resting her eyes on her maid. “Are you sure?” She smirked sinisterly. “I can be very… persuasive when I want to.”

Blue looked up at her Mistress, shivering excitedly. “What did you have in mind, Mistress?”

Silver toyed with the riding crop in her fingers, frowning in dissatisfaction before setting it down. “For a proper punishment,” she cracked her knuckles, “I think I would prefer to go old fashioned.”

“Told you,” Moonlight whispered to Thomas.

“Glad I didn’t take the bet, then,” he replied.

Blue gazed wantingly up at her mistress, lip pouting and rump shaking anxiously. “Are you going to finally punish me?” she asked excitedly.

Silver patted her lap, giving the larger mare a smirk. Blue practically scampered up and rested her belly over Silver’s thighs. Hands held up to her face and balled in excitement, her tail flagged high and revealing her lack of undergarments. Silver set her hand on the unicorn’s rump, rubbing it gently as her servant cooed.

“A fine balance of muscle and fat,” Silver appraised thoughtfully as she tightened her grip, sinking her fingers into the mare’s butt flesh. “Yes. Very nice,” she purred. As her mind wandered with all that she could do with this rump, she spotted the sparkling wetness dripping from the unicorn’s lower lips and felt her mouth water. She shook her head to regain focus. “It would be such a shame to damage such a pert little plot.”

Blue whined from the contact and her mistress’s honeyed words. She felt her marehood begin to wink with ever increasing frequency as her plump cheeks were teased. She wanted this. She needed this, and it was taking all her strength not to break character and just give the order. “I… won’t tell,” she squeaked, wagging her hips to entice the bat mare further.

“Such dedication,” Silver purred.

Blue felt the hand fall from her plot and inhaled sharply in anticipation.

“A shame it has to be,” The sharp report of Silver’s hand contacting Blue’s pert bubble butt sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room. “punished!”

Blue cried out, but quickly covered her muzzle as her mind registered the sharp pain in her rear. Her rump stung, but it stung so wonderfully.

Silver caught herself staring at the mare’s rump as it jiggled and rippled from the contact. It was hypnotic, and just begging to be smacked again, so she did.

Another sharp report sounded as Silver’s hand cracked against Blue’s rump.

The sound seemed to echo around the room, second only to the maids muffled cries as she endured her punishment. Silver felt her grin grow, proud of herself for eliciting such a reaction. She was really getting a kick out of dominating the larger mare. As Silver delivered spank after spank, part of her wondered if this enjoyment was taken partially from some deep resentment of unicorns for looking down on her family; not to mention the simple joy of dominating one so much bigger than herself. Another part wondered if Blue Sapphire might be available for future encounters. And a third part wondered what all of this had to do with her test.

The next smack was followed by a harsh grip as Silver dug her fingertips into Blue’s bum, earning another joyous cry. “Are you ready to talk, now?” She asked with a threatening growl, displaying her fangs for emphasis.

Blue took a moment to catch her breath. It had been centuries since anypony had touched her like that. Cheeks blushing and tongue hanging out, she turned to look back at her mistress. “For you,” she gasped, “anything.”

Silver nodded her approval and adjusted her grip into a more gentle caress. She nuzzled between the mare’s ears as an additional reward, enjoying her moans of approval. “Good. Now, what is it that the lot of you have been keeping from me?” Her caress paused as she gave the mare a surprise pinch. “Unless you want to upset me,” she whispered.

“Never!” Blue cried out, surprising herself at how insistent she was against displeasing her mistress. It embarrassed her to no end, especially when she remembered their audience, and her look of fear flipped to one of seduction. "What mistress wants, mistress gets,” she purred lustfully.

Thomas stifled a grunt, shooting Moonlight an accusing glare. She retaliated with a sly grin and quickened her actions under the table. The situation was turning her on immensely.

Blue Sapphire slid from Silver’s lap until she was once more on her knees, sitting obediently at her mistress’s hooves. Her face was still flushed, but she knew her mistress approved. “There is something we’ve been keeping from you, mistress. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

Silver nodded. If her instructor was willing to tell, then she must have been performing adequately. Still, that was no reason to start slacking. “You are right to be sorry.” Folding her legs, she extended a hoof to lift her maid’s chin up so that she could look her in the eye. “If you make amends, I promise to prove myself a fair mistress and reward you appropriately.”

Blue grinded her thighs together in excitement, but quickly sobered when she realized what was coming next. “Your test was to see how well you treat Luna as something other than a Princess.”

Silver’s brow furrowed as she made a thoughtful sound. “And how, precisely, did you propose to test this?”

Instead of answering, Blue lit her horn. Her body shimmered hazily as if a fog was lifting from her form. She grew, up and out as her body swelled with mass and her fur darkened from sky blue to indigo. Silver blinked, pulling back in surprise, though her hoof followed the mare’s chin as it rose higher and higher. The maid outfit remained intact as a pair of indigo wings burst from the unicorn’s back, fanning out with an elaborate glory. The shimmer finally ceased and Blue Sapphire was no more. In her place, sitting submissively on her knees, was Princess Luna.

Silver’s mouth opened as if to speak, but could only manage an irregular series of incomprehensible burbles, not unlike a toddler. This seemed to be a fitting analogy as she felt the higher functions of her brain shut down entirely. Princess Luna, Mistress of the Moon, savior of the bat ponies, with her chin still pressed against Silver’s hoof, could only give the mare a guilty smile. And with that, Silver lost consciousness and fell back onto the bed.

Not gonna lie that this one took a lot of work. For months I’d suffered terrible writer’s block as I tried figuring out how to make this chapter work as all my earlier attempts just felt uncomfortable. I had the premise of getting Silver to unknowingly dominate Luna, but just didn’t know how to go about it. Dominance play isn’t normally my thing, yet I still feel myself wanting to write it now and then. Finally, embarrassingly, I remembered there were a few dom/sub stories I’d already stocked in my favorites and went to them for inspiration. I found it and finally made the chapter work, hopefully to the approval of my readers.