Brightstar grinned, the unicorn feeling remarkably at peace while he watched the scenery of the south eastern coastal town whizz past the van. A rather devilish, fiendish idea came to him, a good bad plan to earn some quality fun later at the bar. He reached a hoof for the stereo. “Care for some music while we drive, Mistress?”

Moonbeak caught what he was about to do and reached for his hoof with her clawed hand. She seized that hoof and lightly dug her talons in, not enough to draw blood, but enough that he got the message. “You put on that punk station, you're walking, pet.”

“How did you know I was thinking that?”

“There was this crazy getaway driver that thought it would be good driving music the other day,” Moonbeak grinned, her grip on his hoof neither loosening nor tightening. “I think he said some word because it wasn't his best idea.”

“Fine,” Brightstar relented, not wanting to be bad bad. Good bad was the order of the day. “No Sex Pistols today. Don't feel like walking. Now, if it would get me a spanking, that'd be different…”

Finally, Moonbeak released her claw. Partly because she was satisfied, partly because she needed her claw to steer the van. “You get a spanking for just thinking about it, pet.”

“I was thinking about turning it up full blast. I won't do that either.”

Moonbeak snorted. “Seems my pony has gained a tiny amount of wisdom.”

“The pony doesn't want to walk, more like,” Brightstar rested the hoof that had been recently seized on his beloved partner and Mistress’s leg. “I'm glad you came today, to the graduation. Seeing you in the auditorium got me through all the speeches.”

“There were speeches?” Moonbeak asked, her eyebrow raised, “Maybe I zoned out a bit.” She then turned her attention back to the road. It wasn’t long before they arrived in the somewhat less well-kept area of Fillydelphia south of the river. Their ultimate destination soon came into view amid the desolate boarded up houses and abandoned shop fronts.

The place in question happened to be a two storey bare brick building with dark blue doors and window frames. The name plate, worn and faded, heralded The Twisted Tail bar. The sign outside, which promised the best whiskey this side of the Delamare River, as well as the best atmosphere, made the place seem just what they needed right now for the night ahead.

“Will you need a map to get to the bar?” Moonbeak asked as she parked up in the suspiciously empty lot.

“Nah,” Brightstar replied with a grin and, while his partner killed the engine, the royal blue stallion got out of the passenger side of the van and he trotted smartly around to the driver’s side door. After so long, he didn’t have to be told, it was second nature. “I'm sure I can find it, Mistress.”

Moonbeak flashed her pony a smile once her door had been opened for her. “Okay, I don't want to be late.”

Still grinning, he shut the door as soon as Moonbeak had alighted from her van. Now leading the way up to the two storey building, he paused for a moment of brief reflection at just how far he had come since he stood here for the first time. It had indeed been quite a journey. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on the point of view, his reflection was halted by some very sharp claws in his ass. This he took as a prompt to expedite the opening of the doors. With hooves, since he was wearing his collar.

The first thing Brightstar noticed upon entering the bar was it was quiet. And dark. He could hear bodies in the dark and he immediately realised it was a ‘surprise’ party. He resolved to act surprised. Since he was hesitating, Moonbeak’s claws again prompted him to move further inside. No sooner had he taken a step though than the lights came on and many voices shouted surprise!

This shout though was timed with the digging in of Moonbeak’s claws so Brightstar’s pained ‘eep!’ was mistaken for genuine surprise. On a table beside the bar was placed a large round sponge cake with 'Rookie of the Year' written on it. Adorning the top were a lone candle and the figures of a unicorn and griffon, but the colours were reversed. “I think I look good in blue,” the griffon noted as she nipped at her lover’s ear. “I'm guessing you told them the colours?”

“Hmmmm y-yes Mistress, I did, and you do, look good in blue…” he sighed happily, so distracted was he by the sharp pain in his ear that he admitted to it when it hadn’t been him at all. Blossomseed, the over excitable earth pony mare stood beside Forge, was still cheering and bouncing on her hooves. Wearing her Master’s collar, she was cheering the loudest of all until she tripped over her hooves and landed on her ass.

Standing next to Olive Branch, Sour Sweet was most surprised that Brightstar took the fall for the colour mix up and she put away a piece of paper. It seemed this rookie was full of surprises. She supposed she should stop underestimating him. At least for now. She lit the candle. “Get over here and blow out the candle, rookie, so we can start the party!”

Blossomseed got back on her hooves and her Forge rubbed his pet’s ass. Thanks to the presence of her Master’s hoof on her hindquarters, Blossomseed automatically had her dark green tail up high, making sure her ‘everywhere’ was exposed for him just like she had been trained.

Brightstar had, by now, learnt not to question things and just go with the flow. Something that would’ve been anathema to him back in Canterlot. Besides, now he knew Sour Sweet owed him one, a valuable resource. “Yes ma'am, Sour!” While he walked over and blew out the candle, Selene busied herself setting up drinks all along the bar. He was thankful went out in one blow and wasn’t one of those trick candles Darkie liked to use.

Olive Branch called out, “Speech!”

As if he knew this was coming, Brightstar sighed. He hated speeches with a passion. “Alright. Today I…”

After the word 'Today', Sour Sweet interrupted him with a shout that seemed to fill the whole bar. “Great speech! Drinks at the bar. Rookie, cut cake till everyp...everyone has a slice then you can get your drink.”

“Yes ma'am!” Brightstar blushed very hard, his tail flagging up just a little at being cut off. It was embarrassing and he did so like being embarrassed. It made him hot in a very good way. He promptly cut the cake into enough slices for them all to have two, like he planned.

A griffon waitress whom the unicorn didn’t know set out pony and griffon snacks at a table next to the one bearing the cake. Glancing around the bar, Brightstar saw, for the first time, Liara, the female minotaur from the bar they had gone to a month ago now. He saw her beside Brass Knuckles and he froze, not having seen her since 'the incident', and not having seen much of Brass either, for that matter. Summoning his nerve, he went to the bar to get drinks. “Brass, um...miss,” he courteously nodded to them both, a drink for himself and Moonbeak held in his hooves, “How are you?”

“Still winning, pony.” Brass Knuckles, the walking slab of muscle, commented by way of reply while her companion simply smiled.

Liara, by no means as muscular as Brass was, still cut an imposing figure thanks in no small part to her parts, which were not small by any means. She would have been indecent, were it not for the crop top she wore which barely contained her exceptional breasts. Giving Brightstar a wink, she looked at his undercarriage. “How's it hanging, pony?”

Brightstar could literally feel the gaze from Moonbeak burning into the back of his head, the poor unicorn blushing harder than he already was. “I ah...um...err...glad you could make it!” he eventually managed the complete sentence. “Enjoy the um...well, enjoy!” Blossomseed didn’t help, as he scurried back to his partner with the drinks, the clumsy mare was sniggering so hard she snorted her drink onto the floor.

“Moony,” Liara called over to the dark grey furred griffon, “Did you massage out that dent my hoof made in the pony's chest?”

It seemed, as Brightstar passed her her drink, that Moonbeak had developed laser eyes, so narrowed and dangerous was her stare. When her pony placed the beer in her clawed hand though, her stare lessened, just a little. This wasn’t the time or place for a scene. Her pony was hers, after all. “I left the divot though as a place to rest my head.” She answered carefully.

Standing by his lover’s side, Brightstar tactfully decided to quietly sip his drink in the hope that Liara would not pursue this, though he was thankful that Moonbeak's eye lasers seemed to have dissipated. Over at Forge’s table, Blossomseed sipped her drink and nestled into the grizzled old earth pony stallion’s side. “Want anything, Master?”

Forge ran his callused hoof along the collar that adorned his young pet’s neck. “Cake, your mouth to mine.”

“Yes Master.” Blossomseed got up from her seating pad and went over to the cake table, though the cluzty young mare tripped over her hooves on the way there. Thanks to Olive Branch, who caught her in his magic, she was able to steady herself. Once she had four slices on a plate, she very carefully made her way back.

With a wiggle of her eyebrows, Liara gave her muscular friend a meaningful look. Brass Knuckles, who was working on her third pint of stout, just shrugged, both minotaurs turning back to Brightstar and Moonbeak’s table. “Moony,” she said once the silent communication was concluded, “Do let me know if you need a hoof to put the pony in his place.”

“Good to see you making new friends, rookie.” Sour Sweet commented as she drank her beer and Blossomseed set the plate down on the table and took a bite, transferring said bite to Forge's mouth via long and sloppy kiss. Brightstar, whose blush was by now threatening to become permanent, raised his glass to the senior Shadowbolt by way of reply, the unicorn realising then just how much fun this party was going to be.

“I might take you up on that,” Moonbeak replied to Liara and, while her comment was a throwaway one, the dark grey griffon actually found herself entertaining the idea. “Why am I not eating cake?” she asked her pony sharply, the idea having sown seeds in her head, said seeds taking root.

“Forgive me, Mistress.” Brightstar bowed to his dominant partner and, a quick trip to the cake table later, he came back with four slices, one of which he attempted to pick up with his hoof to feed to his Mistress.

The other attendees, a griffon couple and an earth pony pair that Brightstar vaguely knew, were served by Selene as Moonbeak ate the offered slice of cake from her submissive stallion’s hoof. She was careful not to ‘beak’ the sole. Watching the show, Sour Sweet laughed. “Olly, remember that incident in the chow hall?”

“With Brightstar and Smoke Ring?” the stallion laughed, very nearly spilling his beer, he was laughing so hard. That the newly graduated pony coughed and dropped the piece of cake that Moonbeak was eating from his hoof only made him laugh harder. They had teased him relentlessly over the ‘Smoke Ring Incident’.

Moonbeak gave her lover a most imperious stare, her green eyes flitting between him and the cake that had just splatted onto the floor. “Who is Smoke Ring?”

“Aaaaah...” Brightstar was sure he was going to combust if he blushed any more than he already was. He briefly wondered if the other graduates were getting a hazing like this. “You see, we-well...um...Smoke Ring is a mare, a pegasus. I ah, I spilled my drink, she slipped and ran into me…” he looked down at the cake on the floor, “When we stopped colliding, my muzzle was, well…it was…” his voice went very small indeed, “between her legs. We were separated by my banana cream pie…”

Forge, who had just taken delivery of more cake via his pet’s mouth, laughed, “I like cream pie!”

While there was general laughter ringing around the bar, Moonbeak pointed a talon down at the mess on the floor – after giving it a cursory glance to make sure the floor was clean, of course. She then tipped her lover’s second slice down as well. “You eat that. Good you brought an extra slice for me.”

It was humiliating, yes, but in an oh-so-good way, for Brightstar as the young stallion lowered his head to the floor and began to lick up the fallen pieces of cake. It was strange, really how with his ass in the air and the eyes of everyone upon him, how the cake seemed to taste better. His embarrassment was only increased when he felt himself starting to emerge from his sheath.

Brass Knuckles didn’t help matters when the crimson minotaur bent down and took a long hard look at the pony’s equally hard stallionhood. “Looks harder than a banana.”

As Liara, and a few others, laughed, Brightstar had to work to get all of the cake from the floor. It wasn’t easy, using just his mouth. By the time he stood up again, he was as hard as can be. “Thank you for the cake, Mistress.”

Moonbeak regarded her lover with an appreciative smile before reaching out with her powerful wing and stroking his length with her dark grey primary feathers. “Who's the good pony?” she asked loudly.

As one single entity, the whole bar shouted out, with glasses raised in salute, “Brightstar is the good pony!”

Leaning in, Moonbeak licked away some errant frosting from Brightstar’s nose while the bar continued to cheer for her pony and celebrate his accomplishment of graduating top of his class. “Even when you're a bad pony,” she whispered so that only he could hear.

Smiling, Brightstar whispered, “especially when I'm a bad pony, Mistress.”

Blossomseed, having fed Forge the cake with her mouth, gave her Master a drink of his beer in much the similar fashion. Once the cheers from the bar had abated, a few others, individuals and couples, came over to congratulate Brightstar on his graduation. The royal blue stallion made sure to thank and nuzzle each and every one of them, he even bumped hooves, when he wasn’t distracted by Moonbeak stroking his erection.

Following the line of ponies and griffons, Brass Knuckles and Liara both came over, drinks in hand. “Good thing I didn't put you in hospital, pony.” She smiled, offering him a little bow that showed off her considerable cleavage to its fullest effect.

“It is, miss.” He replied politely as he bumped his hoof to her offered fist. “It’s nice to see you too, Brass.”

“Always available for my fans.” Brass Knuckles smiled as she too got in a fist bump with Brightstar. It amused her no end that all the while, Moonbeak had not stopped stroking his frankly impressive hard on with her wingtip. Brightstar winced as his cock started twitching. He bit his lip and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

The pleasured moan was not lost on the griffon – who did not stop or slow down. “Is there a problem, my pet?”

“I-I...Mi-Mistress...I'm close...”

“Ah my pony is close!” Moonbeak declared loudly, drawing any attention not already on them, to them. “Maybe I can get some help?”

Blossomseed very quickly raised her hoof, like she was trying to get the teacher’s attention in class, though Moonbeak gave her a slight shake of her head. Her earlier idea, that had taken root, was about to bear fruit. Seeing the head shake, Forge pulled his pet’s hoof down. “You have unfished work here to do, Seed.”

“I do?” she asked, though when she saw his raised eyebrow, the ditzy mare smiled, “I do!” While she got to her knees and openly began trailing wet licks and kisses up and down the old stallion’s sheath, at the bar, Selene tried to raise a claw, only for Brass Knuckles to stop her.

Selene turned a questioning look to the large crimson minotaur, who only nodded her head to her companion and smiled a very meaningful smile. Liara quickly got the message. “I guess I could help.” She tried very hard to sound indifferent, but if she was honest with herself, she had wanted to ride this pony ever since the incident at the bar almost a month ago.

As Blossomseed was busy coaxing Forge’s cock from its sheath with her sloppy kisses, Brightstar had a rather stunned look on his face like the time at the academy when the mare and stallion signs had been 'accidentally' swapped on the shower doors. “I ah...I'd love your help, miss,” he said softly, though at the same time he was wondering what Moonbeak was playing at.

Moonbeak waved Liara over to their table and, as the minotaur walked across the bar, swaying her wide hips with every step, the griffon stared a hole straight through her pony. “Do you love me?”

The noise of the bar seemed to slip away, until it was just them two sat alone. “Until Stormclaw herself returns from the Grey Spires, I love you, Moonbeak.”

“Then you won't cum.” Moonbeak pointed to the floor where the cake had completed its short journey not so long ago. “On your back.” She then addressed the bar as a whole. “I have five hundred bits that he won't cum until I release him!”

Sour Sweet was quick to take that bet as Brightstar got down on the floor, laying on his back where his Mistress had pointed. “I'll match Moony's with another five hundred!” The Shadowbolt had to work hard to not giggle when, with his forelegs behind his back, and his hind legs apart, Brightstar’s erect upright stallionhood made her think of a sundial.

“I'll take a hundred of that action,” Liara stated once she was at Moonbeak’s table. She confidently slapped her hundred bits in notes down and soon the thousand bit bet was matched. “Good luck, pony. You’ll need it.” The minotaur smirked as she straddled Brightstar’s head. Glancing upwards, the unicorn got a clear unobstructed view up her short skirt, a short skirt which she hiked up around her waist as lowered herself to her knees. The fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties only became more apparent the closer her pussy got to his muzzle. When she had finished squatting down, her crotch was barely centimetres from his face.

Soon though, the unicorn was given something else to think about other than the dangerous proximity of her neatly trimmed snatch. Liara reached back with her tail, which was thinner and more flexible than Moonbeak's. A fact that was clear when Brightstar felt it wrap around his iron hard rod. He was also aware that her tail fluff was softer and fluffier than Moonbeak's.

Smirking, Liara went to work, flexing her tail muscles she proceeded to give Brightstar a tail job, much to the amusement and the cheers of those watching. With his head between her toned thighs, the royal blue stallion looked straight up at the minotaur's crotch, with every breath he inhaled her musky scent, which didn't help his predicament in the slightest. In an effort to stave off the pleasure that flowed through his body with every stroke of her tail, Brightstar scrunched his eyes closed and he tried to think about anything, learning griffonian, anything to take his mind off it. “AAaaaAAAH...Mmmmmm!” he let out the moan, his thoughts not working.

Moonbeak saw, between Liara’s thighs, Brightstar squeeze his eyes shut. That was cheating! She wasn’t about to allow that. Carefully, she placed the talons of her left claw on the frog off his hoof. With enough pressure that he got the message. “Naughty. You will not close your eyes!”

Brightstar issued a most pitiful whimper but, obediently, he opened his eyes to be confronted by the Stormclaw-sent vision that was Liara's snatch, the scent hitting his nose hard as she stroked him. He knew at this rate he wouldn’t last very long at all. “Pl-Please...Mistress please...”

“I don't think the pony likes my snatch,” Liara huffed when it was clear Brightstar wasn’t going to orgasm straightaway. She was better than this! She shuffled backwards a little and, deciding to up her game, she leant forward. Though her tail never stopped moving, now she was bouncing as well.

Watching all this happen above him, Brightstar’s yellow eyes went very wide indeed as, after several bounces, Liara’s straining top gave up the fight and her large hefty breasts fell out, her nipples hard as pebbles. The poor pony stood this sight for a few more bounces until he let out another whimper and his balls contracted dangerously. “Pl-Please...”

Watching like the eagle she was, Moonbeak saw the signs and she lightly applied her claws to Liara's shapely peachy ass. Getting the instruction, the minotaur moved herself forwards until she was again straddling Brightstar’s head. Once room was made, Moonbeak sat astride her pony’s waist and she slid herself back, ready to receive his throbbing length. “Fill me!”

As soon as he heard the order, Brightstar thrust his hips upwards to meet Moonbeak's entrance, sliding his length smoothly inside her in one clean motion. Watching the show, Sour Sweet nudged Olive Branch with her hoof. “Is that the incident you reported about the suspicious van?”

“Close enough.” Olive Branch replied, though he didn’t take his eyes off the performance. Nor did he take his hoof away from his own erection. He wasn’t the only one. On the floor, Brightstar was able to see Moonbeak head-butting Liara's ass as her tail was caught between their bodies. The minotaur’s snatch was dripping on the poor pony’s face. She was down on all fours so he had a clear view of her massive hanging breasts, swaying like a cow’s udders with each thrust that Moonbeak made.

Over at their table, Forge exploded just from watching the show on the floor, though it was also thanks in no small part to Blossomseed deep throating him like a pro. “OOooOOOOH!” Brightstar moaned, the sight of his Mistress getting up close and personal with Liara's ass sending him over the top. “MMmmMM Buu-Buuuuck!” now, thoughts of the griffon’s ass entered his mind, him entering it, specifically. He licked his lips and tasted the minotaur’s arousal dripping from above. “Mi-Mistress...ca-can I cum, please?”

Blossomseed, the young mare slightly unprepared for her Master’s ejaculation on an upthrust, happily knelt there while Forge’s semen splattered all over and in her mouth, then on her muzzle and face as well as in her mane, until she was basted in his sticky white foal batter. Riding her pony, Moonbeak was a little confused about what part of 'fill me' he seemingly didn't understand. “Pony prefer minotaur?”

“No-Nooooo...” Brightstar definitely did not prefer minotaur, or anything or anyone or anypony other than his griffon. “MmmmmMM AAAaAAAAAAAAH!” he screamed, a scream that was muffled by Liara’s thighs, the comment from his Mistress sending him over his edge. With a last upward thrust, he erupted deep inside Moonbeak's pussy, the stallion filling her as much as he could.

When she felt her pony ejaculate, Moonbeak clenched down hard and she rode him out to the finish. “Buuuuuuuuck...” Brightstar sighed, the unicorn laying on the floor panting while Blossomseed sat up beside Forge like nothing was amiss, her cum facial still in place.

Brass Knuckles set her beer glass down and applauded. As did the rest of the bar. “Best money I ever lost.”

“I hope my tail is still attached,” Liara snarked, while behind her, the griffon rotated her head a bit so that the ridge of her beak split the minotaur’s dripping wet slit. A move that caused her to squeal in delight. “I'm not complaining!”

“Oh wow...” was all the vocalisation Brightstar could give to the sensations coursing through the core of his being. He was still hard and throbbing just from that sight alone, Moonbeak’s beak where it had been was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen.

Situated behind Liara, Moonbeak had to push forward between the minotaur’s legs to get off of her pony so she could move back and free Liara's tail. Once it was free and she could move, she slid forward and stood up, stretching her toned legs as she turned to face the pony on the floor. At the bar, Brass Knuckles and Selene had their hands and claws buried deep in each other, both enjoying the performance. Like her companion, Brass Knuckles had her top down and her breasts exposed, much to Selene’s delight. And the delight of the watching patrons.

Moonbeak stood up and glanced around the bar. If the smell alone wasn’t evidence enough, then the sight of several erections, damp marehoods, Blossomseed proudly wearing Forge’s seed as well as Brass Knuckles and Selene making out convinced her that everyone – minus Sour Sweet – was ready for more. “Pony ready for round two?”

Still riding his wave of euphoria, Brightstar hadn’t even tried to get up. He could smell the amount of sex in the air though, even from the floor. It was a smell that kept him hard. “Oh yeah, pony is more than ready for round two!”

Liara was also hot as all hell. “I would like some satisfaction.”

Olive Branch caught Moonbeak’s look and, before anyone could say anything, he spoke up. “Since I'm the rookie’s supervisor, and he obviously didn't finish what he started, I'll take that task!” It helped that the Shadowbolt was horny and ready to go, thanks to what he had just watched.

“Take one for the team, boss.” Sour Sweet giggled, happy to drink her beer.

Liara didn’t think twice. Or once, for that matter. “That is acceptable.”

Since Forge had rolled over to his back, Blossomseed wasted no time in straddling her Master’s crotch, the young cum-covered mare impaling herself without waiting to be ordered. “I'm ready for round two!”

Another look around and Moonbeak smiled. At the bar, Brass Knuckles had Selene on her knees, the powerful, muscular minotaur humping her wet pussy into the black griffon’s face, her beak sliding in and out of her slit. Nice to see Selene get herself some. She made a point to ask if they were an item.

Later.

Squatting back down, Moonbeak leant back so she could get both paws on her pony’s chest and take it real slow. So slow she was barely moving. Liara stalked over to Olive Branch and kissed him hard, the minotaur easily driving her tongue into his mouth. “On your back pony. We do this cowgirl style," she said hefting her breasts.

Lost in his own little world of pleasure, Brightstar sighed happily as, with a loud “Yes ma’am!” Olive Branch got down on the floor. When Moonbeak moved slowly back and forth, slowly bucking him, the unicorn moved his hooves to caress her heavy teats. She had a happy glint in her eye. “Not as big as minotaur, even full of milk…”

Brightstar continued to rub his hooves in circles around her teats, teasing her erect nipples. “You are perfect.”

As soon as she was in place, Liara rode Olive Branch hard, like he were a bull at a rodeo. Not to be outdone, Blossomseed bounced on Forge’s cock like she was trying to tear it from his body with her marehood. Not that either stallion was complaining. Grinning, Moonbeak added her wings to her paws to shorten her pony’s willpower. “Look around. Look and bask in what you started.”

From his position on the floor, all Brightstar could do was look back and see, upside down from his perspective, Brass Knuckles using Selene’s face and beak like it was a yellow dildo. It was a magnificent sight to behold. “It's...it's beautiful, Mistress...I love you!” he flicked Moonbeak’s nipples as he started to thrust upwards haphazardly, nearing his second climax of the night.

When Brightstar did cum, Moonbeak allowed her primaries and paws take the load to the last drop. “Such a messy pony you are,” she purred softly. “I think my pony is responsible for big mess!” she declared, a statement to which several others agreed straightaway.

On his back, underneath his Mistress, Brightstar was is in no position to argue, “Y-Yes Mistress, I ah...I'm a very messy pony…”

“If my pony caused you any mess, he will clean you up. Step forward.” As soon as Moonbeak said that, an orderly line formed at the bar, made up of two earth pony mares, not including Blossomseed, who was sat next to Forge, two stallions, a pegasus and Olive Branch, Selene and her waitress and finally Brass Knuckles and Liara. Moonbeak kissed Brightstar’s nose. “You can clean me last.”

“Pony!” Forge yelled, happy to stay at his table, “You can come to us.”

While he was as eager to have fun as anyone else, Olive Branch had enough about him to be concerned, especially as he knew Brightstar wasn’t into stallions. After all, it was only fun if everyone was having fun. “You know you don't have to do this, Bright.”

Although he was uncertain at first, particularly when confronted with the stallions who expected their messy slimy cocks cleaning, when he saw the look of love and adoration on his Mistress’s face he was more than willing to oblige. He knew there was no way Moonbeak would force him to do anything he didn’t want to but, caught up in the moment, he got up on his knees like a good pony and placed his forelegs behind his back. “It's my duty as a good pony and it's my pleasure, sir.”

Brightstar had to admit, as he licked and sucked the first cock clean, that it was a little weird. It wasn’t a bad weird though. Just different. It wasn’t like he hadn’t eaten cum before, but that was his own. He did make sure to lavish some attention on Olive Branch’s shaft, almost going so far as to blow him. When he got to Liara, the minotaur patted the dick polisher’s mane. “Don't forget my tail, pony.” After he finished licking her crotch clean, she turned, squatted, and presented her raised tail.

“No ma'am!” Brightstar, ever the good and obedient pony, licked all the way along her tail from the end that had been wrapped around his penis to where it joined her body. He was only too happy to clean, basking in the honour of a job well done.

When the royal blue stallion at last made his way over to Forge, the old earth pony master smith was already cleaned up, but beside him, Blossomseed was a complete and utter mess. There was so much semen coating her face it was as if several ponies had used her as a cum rag. “Leave her be,” he held up his callused hoof to prevent Brightstar from cleaning her. “She is very pretty that way. I have a graduation gift for you, in my saddle bag.”

“Yes sir, as you wish.” Brightstar smiled, for there was more white in her coat than pale summer green fur. “She is adorable.” That said, he sat down, wondering what his gift was or what it could be. “Thank you, sir.”

“I'll get it!”

Forge turned a very withering glare to his young clumsy pet. As much as he loved her, and he loved her with all his heart, he didn’t want her laying her hooves on what he had to give. “Love, you won't touch it. You can bring me my bag.”

“Okay!” Not missing a beat, and as cheerful as ever, she went to get her Master’s bag from beside the table.

As she went to get his bag, Forge muttered, loud enough to be heard, “I fear she'd slice her own head off.” His fear wasn’t exactly unfounded, for Blossomseed returned with the saddlebag held in her mouth and only a couple stumbles, though she didn’t fall. Reverently, Forge reached into his bag and he removed an item wrapped in plain cloth, which he passed to the waiting unicorn.

Carefully, Brightstar unwrapped it and he was stunned by what he saw. What lay in his hooves was a twelve inch knife. Not just any knife. It was curved, resembling a griffon’s talon, in a black leather sheath. Brightstar slowly removed it by the red micarta handle and marvelled at the unblemished steel. “If you're lucky it will stop a bullet,” Forge smiled, knowing that Brightstar appreciated what he held. “It can and will slice through metal. It hasn't tasted blood yet.”

Brightstar had a wide eyed look of respectful awe on his face as he took the weapon in his hoof, the unicorn instantly recognising it for what it was, and its significance. “A Kizlyar knife...sir...” he bowed quite low to the floor, “I have not the words to thank you properly for this!” He was aware of the traditions regarding this knife, that it had to taste the owner's blood first, as most recipients were single. There was an older tradition, one that stated that the knife has to taste the blood of one the owner loved more than life itself.

Forge just nodded. “Outlive me, son.”

“Yes sir,” Brightstar gave the master smith a last bow before he returned with the priceless knife in his hoof to Moonbeak, who was still looking rather amused with how the night had gone so far.

Moonbeak surveyed her pony imperiously, as an empress would look at a serf coming to attend her. Of course, she saw the knife, but beyond knowing that it was a knife, she had no idea of its provenance or meaning. All she knew was that she was a mess. “You may start at my toes and work your way up to the tips of my feathers. End it with a kiss.”

“Forgive me love, but there is something I must do first,” stated Brightstar.

Moonbeak’s eyes narrowed, “What could be more important than cleaning me up?”

“This.” Brightstar held up the knife. Moonbeak looked at the knife and then back at her pony, but she said nothing. Brightstar pulled the knife from the sheath and held it in his right hoof. He set the sheath on the table and took Moonbeak’s left claw in his left hoof. She didn’t resist.

“My love, it is my honour and privilege to quench this blade’s hunger with the essence of your blood.” He drew a shallow binding cut into her claw. “I love you more than life itself.” He pressed the flat of the blade into the blood that pooled in her palm and repeated with the other side. “For you are my life!” He looked at the blade and the pattern left by the smith was clearly visible.

Brightstar kissed the blade and then kissed her beak leaving a bit of blood behind. Moonbeak was still unsure as to what just happened, but the ritual was as griffon as griffon could be. She licked the blood from her beak, “I accept your oath.”

Watching this whole exchange, Sour Sweet, who was one of the few in the bar that recognised the knife for what it was, was having an intense whispered conversation with Olive Branch, who was whispering back. Another that recognised the blade was Selene. She let out a victory scree when Brightstar kissed Moonbeak’s beak.

Brightstar set the blade on the table next to the sheath. He moved down his griffon lover and started with her toes. The stallion was very thorough in cleaning each one. He moved up her body looking for any spot of the earlier play. He paid close attention to her slit and teats, as one could never be too sure. Up her body he went and down each arm to clean the claws. He finished with a very well done preen to ensure her feathers were both clean and aligned. He could see the love in her eyes. A love reflected in his own and he kissed her deeply.

Forge was so pleased with Brightstar’s performance that he decided to give Blossomseed’s face a loving tongue bath. She would’ve walked home like that had he requested it, but he had no intentions of leaving just yet, not until Selene kicked him out at closing time.

Brightstar looked over at Forge and smiled. This was a gift that would leave him forever in debt to the old stallion. He picked up the knife and saw the blood had dried on the blade. He sheathed the blade and placed it in his bag. Brightstar hugged Moonbeak tightly. This was the best graduation of his life.

Sour Sweet giggled, “The pony does clean up well, as Lemon Zest and I well know.” The Shadowbolt was thinking in particular of the time they had pranked Brightstar by placing an out of order sign saying to use the staff showers. As it happened, she had been waiting with Lemon Zest when he entered that day.

Moonbeak hugged her pony tight to her and licked his nose. “I smell another story…” she also smelled another way to embarrass him. Which was a bonus.

Brightstar grimaced. “Let's just say stallions aren't the only ones to piss in the shower, and my fur is very absorbent.”

Sour Sweet broke out into gales of laughter at that, she remembered the rookie had been irate, almost apoplectic by the time they had finished with him. Olive Branch just rolled his eyes at her, for he had been the one to smooth it all over afterwards. “Very entertaining party. Invite me again, Brightstar.”

“Same for me, rookie.” Sour Sweet added, still laughing.

“Count on it, sir, ma'am.” Brightstar, who was well over the whole incident by now, bumped hooves with them both as they sank their drinks and took their leave of the bar.

Seeing that the party was over, Liara came over from her perch at the end of the bar and gave Brightstar a quick kiss on the cheek. “That was fun. I’m glad I was invited.”

Brass Knuckles managed to tear herself away from the bar, where she had been kissing and making out with Selene and she followed up with a kiss of her own. “You’re a good pony.” She then went back to snogging the beak off the black griffon behind the bar, allowing the others the opportunity the chance to get in their kisses or nuzzles, some were also for Moonbeak.

When the line finally ended, and most of the other party attendees had left, Forge waved them over to his table, the old stallion not bothering to get up. Brightstar walked over straightaway, not wanting to keep the pony he saw as a father figure waiting. “Sir.”

“You may kiss him, Blossom.” The young earth pony mare wasted no time at all giving Brightstar – and Moonbeak, for that matter – a lip lock tongue probe that they wouldn’t forget in a hurry. When she was finished, Forge, uncharacteristically, hugged the unicorn with all the strength he possessed. “May the blade never taste blood again, son.”

“I ah, I understand, sir…” he gasped, once Blossomseed had removed her tongue from his throat. “Thank you, again, and thank you for coming tonight.” Selene served him up another drink and, once he raised the glass in salute, Forge waved them both goodbye. Smiling, Brightstar walked with his lover back to their table. “I believe I'd like to take you and this party home, Mistress.”

“I'm in favour of that.”

“This way then, my lady.” On the way to the main doors, Brightstar paused long enough to give Selene a nuzzle of thanks for a great party. The barmaid wasn’t really into it though as she was far more into Brass Knuckles and her muscular body.

“I had fun,” Moonbeak said once they had crossed the small parking lot and reached her van. Despite now being late evening time, well on the way to night, there was still some light left in the sky, the last vestiges of day clinging on against the inky blackness of night. “Did you?”

“I did, lots of fun, my love.” Brightstar affirmed as he opened the van’s driver’s side door for her. It wasn’t even a Mistress / Pet thing anymore, it just came naturally for him to serve and obey her. “One of the best nights ever!”

Getting in her van, Moonbeak took a moment to press herself into the seat, waiting until her lover had gotten in the other side before she spoke again. When she did speak, her usual high, shrill voice was subdued, almost afraid. “I used you. Was it too much?”

Mulling that over, Brightstar was silent for a moment. It was only a short moment, but it was enough for the griffon to think she had overstepped the line. He could still taste the semen in his mouth from cleaning all the ponies in the bar. “I'll admit, cleaning the stallions was...new, but it was a nice new.” He added quickly when he saw the dismayed look on her face. Resting a hoof on her leg, he continued, “I did what I wanted to do. I trusted you, I was right to trust you, I had fun, love.”

Moonbeak let out a deep sigh. Brightstar’s assurances did little to quell the uncertainty blossoming in her breast. “I...Brass called me and I talked with Liara. She is a наемник, but she is okay. I know we need to talk so there is no misunderstanding. I still wanted to punish you, and I'm sorry to ever have doubted you.”

With a squeeze of her leg, the royal blue stallion smiled warmly. He felt nothing but love for his partner and soon to be wife. He did however appreciate the way they were talking now. “Love, really, it was and is fine. It was evident you had a thing planned. There's no misunderstanding. I love you.”

“I love you too, but I could tell that you thought she was hot.” Moonbeak leant over, closing the small gap between them that may as well have been a yawning chasm, should she allow it to be, and affectionately nuzzled his cheek. The admission was a hard one, but having him there made it easy. “That's okay, for you are mine.”

As she started the van’s engine and pulled out of the darkening lot, Brightstar smiled, though he didn’t move his hoof. Of course Liara was hot. Even a blind pony could see she was hot. “Only a fool would say she wasn't hot. I am no fool, Moony. I am, and always will be, yours.” While they drove along the darkening streets, heading towards home, he went quiet, what he saw in the Twisted Tail playing on his mind. Specifically, Moonbeak’s ass. “Love,” he ventured cautiously, “when we get back, would you be averse to trying something new?”

The griffon’s green eyes didn’t leave the road as she drove along, more careful at night than she would usually be. One never knew whom was abroad when it got dark, after all. Gang related carjacking had increased in recent weeks, and she was ready. “You think I'm hot, so your standards are high.” She giggled, “With you everything is new. I will try with you, whatever it is.”

“I don't think you're hot, I know you're hot.” Again, the unicorn went quiet a moment, seemingly summoning his nerve. Which he was. “Um, if you're willing, your pony would like to try anal, with you.”

It was the way that Brightstar squeaked the word ‘anal’, that drew Moonbeak’s attention. “You want me to put something in your ass?”

Blushing as hard as he did when he first entered the bar, Brightstar studied his hooves. “I ah...had thought of entering yours but...” as he stumbled over his words, he found himself emerging from his sheath again just at the thought. “Although, now you mention it, bearing your weight and to be rutted by you would be very hot.”

Wanting to make sure that she had heard everything right, Moonbeak pulled off to the side of the road, her engine still running. “My ass?”

“That was my first thought, yes.”

“I do poop, you know.” Moonbeak giggled, mostly at the way he was getting wonderfully embarrassed and humiliated without her having to do anything at all. She did wonder where this had come from though, out of the blue, as it were. “So do you. Have you done this before?”

Still studying his hooves, and his growing erection, Brightstar giggled nervously. “Once.”

“Which?”

“Both ways.” He admitted brazenly, with absolutely no shame whatsoever, as the van started moving again. He had been upfront and honest with his lover about his past. He had kept nothing from her, nor did he attempt to start now. He wasn’t shamed by what he had done. “It was when I was sexually active with Darkie. She wanted to experiment one time, so we did.”

Moonbeak just raised an eyebrow as she drove along. She knew of his incestuous relationship with his sister. She knew the reasons why it had happened. There was an honour in honesty that she appreciated about her young lover. “If you can fit a pony you can fit me. Have to find a toy for the other part, though.”

Brightstar sighed a sigh of deep relief. He was glad at least that his lover and his Mistress was open to trying what he had suggested. “I had to buy the one Darkie used too,” he said with a laugh. “Can you believe she wouldn't go in and buy it herself?”

“Oh,” Moonbeak exclaimed, “You mean that pony store where we got the collar!” She changed direction at the next junction, her new destination the MiAC store they had visited not all that long ago. She had to admit, as she parked up, that she was having mixed thoughts about what her lover had suggested. She was however as excited as he was. Brightstar was so excited that he scooted out and he got her door without having to be prompted. “You may enter first, in case some perverted pony is inside.”

When Moonbeak stepped out of her driver’s seat, Brightstar bowed to her on the sidewalk. “Yes Mistress, at once!” Like a giddy colt who was expecting his birthday presents, he walked on ahead to hoof open the door, preceding his Mistress into the store.

They were surprised, upon entering the store, that there were any ponies in there at all at this time of day. It was after all pushing eight thirty in the evening. Brightstar noted the two earth pony stallions, obviously a couple, judging by the rings in their ears. Next to them were two mare and stallion couples perusing the next aisles over. On the other end of the store were two female griffons looking adorable wearing matching feather necklaces. There was a zebra mare behind the counter and a zebra stallion, both wearing pink MiAC vests looking helpful.

Brightstar scanned the aisles, looking for what he had in mind, though he did linger a little as they had only been in the store twice. He ultimately resigned himself to having to ask the helpful looking stallion. Fortunately, or not, Moonbeak took the decision out of his hooves when she pushed past him and marched up to stallion in pink. “Hello,” she stated loudly, making sure that everyone in the store could hear her, “my pony wants to take it in the ass, but I don't have right equipment.”

The serving stallion just snickered, enjoying the newcomer’s obvious discomfort. By the blush and the bulge between his hind legs, he guessed he enjoyed it too. “I have the right equipment,” he quipped.

Moonbeak held up a clawed hand before he could offer his services to rut her pony. Amusing as that would be. “Too much equipment. Balls not needed.”

The zebra stallion grinned. “I see your point. I think what you need is down this aisle…” When he led the way down the aisle, Brightstar heard the snickers and the giggles coming from the other patrons in the store. Though he blushed with intense discomfort, it was the good kind. He walked quietly along, the snickers just making him feel worse and better all at the same time, especially when the stallion couple ogled him, enjoying the view.

“We have two models here that should work for you.” The zebra said once he had reached the strap on / dildo section. “This one,” he indicated a nine inch blue model, “the Marenomore, is strictly a strap on. Harness is built into the panties. “This one,” he pointed at another example, “the Stallionator, is a double ended dildo so you rut yourself while rutting your partner. It is really a preference for the wearer.”

“It will go into my pony,” said Moonbeak, neatly covering the fact that she didn’t have any idea which one to get, “so I'll ask my pony his opinion.”

Brightstar looked at both and grinned, his mind made up almost straight away. There was no reason his lover shouldn’t have her fun as well. “The Stallionator, Mistress.”

“I see, my pony wants to pretend to rut me too. Is acceptable. I'll take that. Would you recommend anything else?”

“Well, unless he is into pain, I would recommend some lube.”

“Lube.” Brightstar answered very quickly when Moonbeak just gave him a pointed look. “Definitely, lube, Mistress. They do cherry?” he offered, knowing how much she liked cherries.

“Yes, we do have cherry along with other floral and fruit flavours,” the zebra stallion offered helpfully. “I can check the catalogue to see if we can order a griffon flavour, should you like?”

Moonbeak smiled, highly approving of her pony’s choice. “Cherry is good, but I want to check if Hydra is available.”

“Of course. Will there be anything else?”

“Can I try on here?” Moonbeak looked at the Stallionator, at once curious of the new device and cautious of it as well. At eleven inches from base to tip, complete with medial ring, it was bigger than her own toy.

The zebra beamed, smelling a sale. “Of course! Do you need assistance, or will your pony do that?”

Again, Moonbeak gave her pony that pointed look that spoke volumes to him, communicating whole paragraphs with nothing but a furrow of her brow. Brightstar got the message. “I can assist with that, Mistress!” He was only too eager to help get it on her.

The pair of earth pony stallions, who were about to go down a different aisle, heard that Moonbeak was going to put the toy on in the store and, deciding amongst themselves that staring at the royal blue stallion’s tight ass would greatly help to pass the time, hung around and openly stared. The dark grey furred griffon did assist her pony as he worked the harness up her legs and over her wide thick thighs. “Interesting,” she commented while the straps were being adjusted to fit her.

The slimmer of the two stallions couldn’t help himself. “Need to test drive that?” he asked, receiving an elbow to the ribs for his trouble.

Moonbeak snickered at that. “May be good idea,” she then held up her clawed hand, “I can get messy, though.”

“On him!” the stallion changed his mind quickly, pointing at Brightstar’s shapely ass. A shapely ass that was taunting him with tantalising half-views of his balls and the good stuff with its swishing black tail.

The zebra stallion wearing the pink vest immediately stepped on that before anything could get out of hoof. Again. “No free shows.”

Slightly regretfully, Moonbeak sighed. “Okay, lead on to lube and we will purchase.” As it happened, the lube was nearby, just further along the same aisle they were on. The dominant griffon simply pointed her talon at the tube of cherry and looked at her pony. Then, without looking twice, she headed up to the counter to checkout.

As directed, Brightstar swiped the lube, though the thought of Moonbeak mounting him right there in the store had him hard and showing. Sensing the eyes of the two stallions upon him, he lifted up his black tail high as he could. Being naughty, he casually slipped a vibrating butt plug into the basket as well, just to see if he could get away with it.

The other patrons, in particular the two griffons, paid them no mind at all. The zebra stallion had peeled away to assist one of the heterosexual couples with a purchase. “Nice stallion in pink said we might order some griffon flavoured lube.”

The zebra mare, who had orange fur that clashed beautifully with her pink MiAC vest, beamed a wide smile. “You can. There is a choice of fish, salted or pickled. The Princess is always eager for feedback if there is a flavour you'd like added to the catalogue.”

“Order some pickled fish for us, and please suggest hydra for a flavour.”

The mare nodded to Moonbeak, her smile still in place. “I will!”

At the counter, Moonbeak turned sideways on and she lifted up her leg to show off the Stallionator strapped to her waist. It was an odd thing to feel the weight of it bobbing around while the end in her teased her. “Pony will buy this plus what is in basket.”

Right then, one of the mares, a white pegasus, turned to her tan unicorn partner and jabbed him in the chest with her hoof. “I've been taking it in the ass all this time, how about we do a switch, huh?” the stallion she was with, wholly unprepared for that, just stammered in disbelief.

“I think that's a good idea...” Brightstar tried, and very much failed, to stifle a loud laugh as the items they had chosen were taken from the basket and scanned. Once that was done, he paid for their purchases and turned to face his Mistress. While seeming to ignore what was around her, Moonbeak was watching her pony carefully get the bag on his back, making sure he didn’t use magic. She was bouncing on her claws and paws, making the Stallionator thump against her belly.

“Oh...my…” he noticed this rather straightaway, all manner of kinky, sexy, wonderful things running through his head at the sight, his own erection mirroring the toy under his partner. “Oh wow…”

“We always like a satisfied customer at MiAC!” the zebra mare smiled as she dumped the bits in her cash register. “Do you want us to call for free pick up when the lube comes in, or we can have it shipped to you, for a small fee of fifty bits.”

“I'm sure we can collect it, Mistress?”

“That is acceptable.” No sooner had they left the shop, with the gaudy pink façade of the MiAC store behind them, than Moonbeak stuck her arm out, stopping Brightstar in his tracks. So abrupt was it that he almost dropped the bag he carried on his back. “Pony,” she said, a glint in her eye, “did you know there is a coffee shop over there? I think a coffee would help my performance.”

Yellow eyes wide, Brightstar saw that there was indeed a coffee shop over the street. As rundown and weatherworn as everything else in this part of Fillydelphia – except MiAC – that was so bright pink it was visible in the dark, it nonetheless promised hot fresh coffee. “I ah, I agree, Mistress.” He muttered, his blush practically permanent at this point.

Not waiting to hear what he had to say about it, Moonbeak crossed the street, the griffon very much prancing as she moved towards the coffee shop, but not so fast that her submissive pony couldn’t pass her to the door. Brightstar, his eyes now locked on his Mistress’s new equipment, almost walked into the door, not looking where he was going. He managed to stop himself just in time though and, with the door held open, he entered the shop, his black tail still high. “Order a pastry for me, pet.” Moonbeak ordered as she walked over to a highly visible table.

“Yes Mistress,” Brightstar walked up to the counter and inclined his head to the pale grey zebra mare waiting with a practised smile on her face. “Good evening, Ms. Liqueur,” he greeted her after a quick scan of her nametag, “I'd like to place an order, please.”

Very slowly, Liqueur dragged her blue eyes off of the griffon who was sat on her side, the toy she was wearing on full display like the most scandalously randy stallions. Not that she was complaining. “Yes, sir?”

“Two milky coffees please, and two cherry pastries as well.”

“I'll have that out to your table in a moment.” Liqueur smiled, eager for an up close look of the thing that would be in her dreams tonight. Brightstar thanked her with a smile and, mindful to keep his tail up, walked back over to the table in the shabby-chic café where Moonbeak was waiting.

As soon as he hopped up onto the seating pad opposite her though, the griffon turned completely onto her side so that she was properly showing off her new equipment and she pointed to the pad next to her. “Face me.” Brightstar nodded wordlessly and he moved over to the pad in front of her. Once there, Moonbeak used her nearest paw to ensure that his erection did not wilt. While she stroked his cock, treating him to a slow paw job, the waitress came over with the drinks on a tray on her back. “Do you think I compare to him?”

Liqueur stopped at the table and looked long and 'hard' at both the unicorn and the griffon. She basked in the new thing that would be in her dreams tonight. Her new fantasy was to be the filling in their sandwich. “He is a bit more colourful,” she said presently, commenting on his mottled shaft. She set the drinks and pastries on the table in front of them. “But I'm sure you can out last him.”

“Thank you,” Moonbeak’s green eyes twinkled as she stroked her grey phallus, “I'll have to see if that is true.”

“Mmmmmm!” Brightstar whimpered. So aroused was he that a little pre appeared at his tip and slid down his flat head, his shaft throbbing as Moonbeak's paw made sure he stayed hard. He hadn't even looked at anything else other than his Mistress. For all that he was concerned, the universe consisted of just them, there, and the two seating pads.

As Moonbeak took a moment to enjoy her pastry and her coffee, the stroking of her paw along her lover’s length slowed to barely a movement at all. By contrast, the very last thing on the unicorn’s lust addled mind was his coffee. His focus, unsurprisingly, was on his shaft, his Mistress’s paw and the pleasure he was receiving from it. She saw this hesitation and grinned. “Only naughty ponies in a bad way would leave with food and coffee behind.” To emphasise her point, her claws came out of her paw, but not hard enough to scratch.

“MMmmm!” Brightstar whimpered, feeling the sharp claws on the shaft of his cock. He got the message. “Y-Ye-Yes Mistress!” With that squeak, he reached for the pastry with his hoof. Satisfied, Moonbeak quickly ate her treat. It was clear that she wasn’t going to wait for him. She expected him to catch up or choke it all down. He quickly realised this and, much to Liqueur’s amusement, he ate his pastry a lot faster, finishing off his coffee just after his partner finished hers.

Wasting no time at all, Moonbeak retracted her paw and stood up, the dominant griffon heading for the exit. She did however pause at the counter, sparing the zebra mare a smile. “Thank you, miss, for excellent coffee and advice.” Eager to get out of the coffee shop and away from the giggling mare, Brightstar trotted ahead of her. Getting to the van first, he made sure to open the driver’s side door, too occupied with thoughts of his boner, Moonbeak’s boner and his ass to say or do much of anything else.

Moonbeak marched smartly, making a beeline straight to the open door of her van. By the time she reached her door, the poor stallion was shifting eagerly from hoof to hoof. The nervous energy released by the dance amused her no end. “I wonder if I can drive with this?” she asked with a giggle as she sat down, the head of the Stallionator reaching her belly. “Time to find out.”

“It's...hmmm…” as he was looking at her crotch again, licking his lips, Brightstar found it rather hard to concentrate on the arduous task of putting two words together in a coherent sentence. Just the thought of that toy exciting his prostate had him leaking pre. “It does suit you, Mistress,” he said weakly.

Smirking, Moonbeak glanced down and then at her lover. “Everything suits me. I'm a griffon.” She stated simply as she started up the van and drove off, heading for home. While she kept all her limbs to herself, Brightstar allowed his hoof to wander until it contacted her thigh, squeezing gently in lieu of saying anything. Moonbeak was happy to allow that as long as it the hoof didn't wander to himself.

As they made their way back to Horsehead Square and the treehouse, Brightstar couldn’t help but notice that they were taking the scenic route home as opposed to the more direct route that the griffon usually favoured. The royal blue pony squeezed her thigh with his hoof, a well-known nervous gesture. “Mistress?” he asked, looking out of the window, “We don't usually take this route home.”

“Just making sure I can drive with this,” Moonbeak gestured to the toy strapped to her waist as she changed gear, ‘And,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m making sure you don't stay hard all the way…’ Sure enough, the longer she drove, the stallion did start to soften up, his erection retreating into his sheath. Eventually though, Moonbeak did pull into her parking spot at the base of her house. “That zebra was right, I can outlast you!”

Brightstar’s blush returned in full force, the crimson red tinting even his dark blue fur. The more Moonbeak giggled and laughed, the more he felt wonderfully inadequate next to his Mistress’s ever hard length. “Yes, she was right, Mistress.”

Pointedly, she glanced at her door. Her pony’s attention was slipping. Something she reminded him of with a clawed hand and a painful squeeze of his balls. “Maybe I can do something about that.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes please Mistress!” Like a flash, he was out and had the door open for his dominant partner. Moonbeak though took her time getting out, knowing full well that every moment she took locking up was a moment of torturous anticipation for her pony. Spreading her wings, she was about to take off when… “Mistress!” Brightstar squeaked, the unicorn shuffling his hooves because, as per his Mistress’s orders, the collar he wore prevented the use of his magic.

‘Oh by Stormclaw’s talon he is adorable!’ Moonbeak thought, her heart on the verge of melting. She was so proud of him, the way he obeyed her so completely was such a turn on for her. “Pony need a ride?”

Brightstar walked up, his head bowed. “Yes Mistress.”

She gave him a last, withering look in the darkness at the base of her house, she saw his stallionhood was fully retreated into his sheath. Proudly, she displayed herself, her dominance on full show in the glow of the streetlights. “At least now you won't stab me in the back, pet.”

Brightstar, who was already feeling rather hot and embarrassed, only felt more so when she laughed at him. It was an amazing feeling. Knowing that he had to get on her back to be carried up to his house, that he wasn’t allowed to teleport up, almost made him cum then and there. Once he was on her back, she flew up and let them inside. Sauntering inside, she flicked on the hallway lights. “Hop off, take the purchases to the bedroom and wait for me.”

Moonbeak didn’t give her pony a second look as she headed for the kitchen. She expected to be obeyed. That she heard the clopping of hooves on the hardwood floor told her that he had obediently gone straight to the bedroom. Once there, with the light on but dimmed just so, the stallion laid the contents of the pink MiAC bag out on the bed. As he had been ordered, he then sat patiently by the bed. Soon enough, Moonbeak came in, carrying a tray with her with two glasses of 1979 vintage blood wine, a shot glass of dark amber liquid, and a beer. She set the tray down on the nightstand and she offered him a blood wine. “To new things.”

Taking the offered glass, Brightstar raised the slightly warm wine up and returned the toast. “To new things, Mistress.”

When they had drained their glasses, Moonbeak placed the empties next to the other drinks on the tray and, sitting on the bed, she surveyed the purchases as they had been laid out. “I see something else fell into the basket while I wasn’t looking.”

Knowing his place, Brightstar stayed on his knees on the floor. “I ah, I may have helped it fall into the basket, Mistress.” He admitted with a not-very-guilty smile plastered on his muzzle. Just the thought of her making him wear the plug out in public had him whimpering.

Moonbeak surveyed the new toy, from its pointed tip to the wide bulbous end and the base, wondering how it fit in an asshole. “Something for another time,” she decided, her attention back to the grey Stallionator. “Now, pet. Your mouth, lube, and this…” she winked at him, her clawed hand stroking the shaft of her new phallus.”

“Yes Mistress,” not needing to be told twice, Brightstar picked up the tube of cherry flavoured lube and, using his hooves, he squirted a dollop of the gel onto his tongue. Quickly, the then slathered it all over the Stallionator, licking it hard enough for the end in his partner to wiggle.

Confused at first, for it looked like her stallion was giving her a blowjob, Moonbeak soon saw the benefits of such a toy when, with a loud, “Ohhh, yesssss!” she felt it rub the insides of her now-wet tunnel. “Bed,” she started when he was finished, “centre, on your back. Now.”

Making sure to give the Stallionator one last wiggle, even taking it between his teeth to do so, Brightstar hopped up onto the bed. As he laid on his back, Moonbeak gathered a dollop of lube in her beak and then she spread his hind legs so she could prepare his ass for what was to come. “Aaaahn...” the stallion moaned, both at the cold feeling and at the tongue probing his sphincter.

While she was liberally applying the cherry lube, Moonbeak ‘accidentally’ slipped and spread it all over his sheath and balls. “Ooops!”

“Mmmmmm!” Brightstar moaned, his bslls tightened and his shaft emerged once more, swiftly growing to full mast. He sincerely doubted whether the slip was an accident or not but, right then, he didn’t really care. He was horny from the party at the Twisted Tail and he wanted to be rutted.

As it happened, a fully erect cock was just what Moonbeak wanted to see. It was like symmetry, seeing both her pony and her toy hard and a whole fourteen inches. “Ready?”

Oh sweet Stormclaw was he ready. “Yes Mistress!” Positioned between her submissive’s hind legs, Moonbeak moved up and, after taking a couple of practise attempts, she had herself centred and then she just pushed. “OooOOOOH!” Brightstar mewled in pleasure when he felt the head of the toy enter his asshole.

Moonbeak paused. She paused because it was so odd, the fact that he had obviously done this before by how easily his backdoor took the phallus she wore. She also paused because of what the other end was doing to her. She pushed in further and her wings spread wide and erect as her pussy was rubbed in the very right way. This was new. “Ohhhh, myyyyyy!”

As she pulled out and thrust inside his asshole again, she entered him all the way to the toy’s medial ring. Brightstar arched his back. “AaaaAAAH buuuuuck!” he screamed, for it had been some years since he had done this, the sensation of the insertion making him harder than ever.

After several thrusts, the last of which Moonbeak used to slip the medial ring all the way inside her pet’s glistening accommodating hole, the griffon was lost in the rhythm of her thrusts. Underneath her, Brightstar panted and moaned, “Ha-Harder...Mistress yeeeees!”

Another couple of thrusts later and the griffon’s attention was drawn back to her stallion. Reluctantly so, as she was loving the way the end that was inside her thrust into her as well as him. It was like nothing else she had ever done. “As you wish, my pet!” she declared, her shrill voice full of wanton lust. Not only did she thrust her hips harder, she lifted up the pony’s hind legs so that his hooves were resting either side of her white feathered head.

Ever harder and faster now, Moonbeak bucked her hips and thrust into her pony’s giving asshole, each motion driving her onwards with lewd schlepping sounds. “BUuuuuUUUUUCK!” he screamed, letting out a loud yelp as the head of the toy rubbed against his prostate, his hind legs quivering. She was considerably rougher than Darkstar had been when she had rutted him. Not that he was complaining. “Mmmm mmMMM!”

Now totally focused on the stallion bent almost double underneath her, she moaned as she glanced down and saw that with every thrust of the cock into his butt, the head of his own member was brushing against his lips. The idea of rutting him so hard that he sucked his own dick almost sent her over the edge. However, after a few more solid thrusts like that, he was panting hard, his balls contracted and he was throbbing, definitely 'ready' as his tip began to flare. “Open wide!” she commanded.

Obediently, without question, Brightstar opened his mouth wide, his tongue hanging out as she hilted all the way inside him. Just two thrusts later, two intense massages of his prostate later, and Brightstar came. So hard was her thrusting though that the flared tip was forced into his mouth. Brightstar’s yellow eyes went wide indeed as he ejaculated into his own mouth, though, like a good pony, he didn’t swallow it.

Seeing he had a mouthful of his own seed, Moonbeak shifted her position, allowing his hind legs to lay on the bed. She leant down, not worried in the slightest about messing her chest feathers on his cock. “Kiss me,” she ordered, wanting a taste of what he held in his mouth.

Exhausted, Brightstar leant up to meet her half way and kissed her with all the passion he can muster, complete with his loaded tongue sliding deep into her beak. With an eeep, Moonbeak enjoyed and reciprocated the kiss, both of them swallowing half of the load together. “One of your better ideas, I think, my beautiful pet.” Still buried deep inside his hole, she was content to wait while he started to soften up. “Zebra mare was right again.”

While Moonbeak giggled, Brightstar was convinced he could hear colours and taste sounds. “I-I bu-buuuuucking love you...”

“I buuuuuuking love you too!” Only slightly worried that she had broken him, Moonbeak affectionately nuzzled her lover’s cheek, licking up some of the semen that had splattered onto his face. “You look good in cream.”

“Oh...oh hush...” Brightstar sighed and happily returned the nuzzle, still a little out of it. “Th-That was amazing…”

Slowly, Moonbeak pulled out, and said, “We can repeat this.” She just adored the little gape his asshole did, the orifice gradually closing up. She wondered if that was a backstage pass. “Shower time and then some sleep. I want you to wake me with some lube to my ass, and I’ll see if this is as good as you think it is.”

“You got it Moony!” Brightstar exclaimed, though as he still though he knew what colours smelled like, he sighed again now that the play seemed to be done. He did so love being her pet. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what he looked like back there. “I can use a shower. Want me to get it ready?”

“Help me out of this first.”

Getting up off his back, Brightstar helped her out of the straps that held the Stallionator to her waist. As he did so, he couldn’t help but giggle. Now the heat of the passion had quelled a little, it did look pretty funny. “You had to pick a grey one?” he chuckled as he removed it, “I told you it suited you.”

Moonbeak held it up like a knight victorious on the battlefield. “That. Was a fun toy. The other toy will be fun later. If I like the first time, then you and that toy filling both my holes will double the fun, my love.”

“Now that does sound like fun!” Once she placed the toy on the nightstand for cleaning, he leant in and kissed the tip of her yellow beak. “Shower.” Sliding off of the bed, Moonbeak followed him down the short hallway and into the bathroom. Once there, she allowed her pony to get the water up to temperature before she joined him in the shower. When he had the water just so, he smiled at his fiancé. “Good to go, love?”

~ ~ ~

Once the shower was complete, and both pony and griffon were clean and smelling of cherry and rose shampoo, Moonbeak led the way back down the short hallway to the master bedroom. There, she carefully removed Brightstar's collar grey collar. “Play time was fun, but you may now use your magic, my love.” Placing the collar reverently on the nightstand, she sat on the bed and took her beer in her clawed hand. With a motion for him to take his shot glass, she lifted up her beer. “To Blood, which is life.”

With the removal of his collar, Brightstar gave a little shiver. He couldn’t help it. It was as if the pet inside was going to sleep, though he knew he would always be submissive to his partner, collar or no. Smiling, he took the little glass in his yellow magic and returned the traditional griffon toast. “Blood is everything.”

“It is,” Moonbeak agreed as she slowly swilled the beer around her mouth, relishing in its familiar taste, “which surprised me a bit when you took some at the bar. Your expression and Forge's smug look tells me there is more to that knife than cutting cheese.”

“It is a Kizlyar knife.” Brightstar said that in the manner that 'that is that, and explains everything'. He raised his glass to his lips and took a slow sip of his whiskey. “One does not wield such a blade without due care and respect, Moony.”

To buy herself a moment to think, Moonbeak sipped her beer, blinking once then twice. Try as she might though, and as much as the name was familiar, nothing would jump from the back of her mind. “I think I heard that name in school a couple of decades ago. So…is it a fancy cheese knife for fancy cheeses?”

Brightstar was certain she timed that question for when he was a mouthful of whiskey. “Ha-Hardly!” he coughed and choked, gagging as the liquid burned his throat. “Kizlyar was Queen Stormclaw's chief guard!” He couldn’t believe he was preaching griffon history to a griffon, but he remembered Moonbeak was an Equestrian griffon. Three quarters of her life had been spent here, not in Griffonstone. “The knife is named after him. During the Second Griffon War,” he referenced the conflict that had taken place on Equestria’s east coast a hundred and twenty years ago, “Blackheart the Executioner wielded a Kizlyar sword and knife to great effect in the invasion of Fillydelphia. He took seventy heads before he finally fell to Celestia herself.”

The names and references were lost on Moonbeak. She was certain her mother would recognise them though. “Will you be taking any heads?”

Brightstar laughed softly, coincidentally thinking the same thing, that Astraea would know whom and what he was talking about. “I doubt it, though I can think of a few that deserve it. Blackheart's sword and knife are on display in the Royal Canterlot Museum. I ah, I really can't believe Forge made one for me…”

“That's too bad,” Moonbeak giggled, “After Celestia took your head I'd join you in the Grey Spires trying to take hers.” She continued to giggle, then she laid her claw over his hoof. “This has more meaning than I thought. My jokes are still good, of course, but I'll not use it as a letter opener.”

Very gently, Brightstar elbowed his lover in her ribs as he laughed and levitated up his half empty shot glass. “I probably have more hooves than there are Kizlyar knives in Equestria.” He could not overstate just how rare and precious the knife was that he had been gifted. “Besides, you know I adore your jokes.”

“You are wise for a pony. Do I need to add that to the insurance?”

“Yes!” Brightstar exclaimed before blushing extremely hard as he sipped his whiskey. Never mind ‘add it to the insurance’, he knew there would be several museums and institutions across the land who would chew off their hind hoof to get a Kizlyar knife. “It's...well, I'd hate to guess at the value. The steel for the knife I have was mined in Griffonstone specifically for that knife, and it had to be shipped over. Then, a master smith, an earth pony, had to craft it over the space of at least a month.”

Apparently deep in thought, Moonbeak tapped her beak. “I have six hundred thousand bits on what I own now. I'll make it a straight million and say we have inherited a family heirloom.”

“Thank you love, I think that's best,” Brightstar agreed as he emptied his glass. How do you put a value on priceless?

Moonbeak on the claw, took more time to drink her beer. “You can get yourself a second as long as it doesn't affect your wake up performance.”

Grinning, Brightstar got up and went through to the kitchen, and a few moments later he returned with the quarter full bottle of vintage Dalwhinny whiskey. Sitting back on the bed, he poured himself a second shot. “No fear of that, my dearest.”

Moonbeak watched her beloved pony re-enter the bedroom and she was frankly amazed that his gait seemed unaffected by the recent experience. She thought there’d be at least some effect after having a fourteen inch long cock buried in his asshole. She wondered how she’d fare in the same situation. “After all, you're going to be my new butt plug, and you thoughtfully got that other toy to take care of all my holes that need plugging!”

“What can I say? I'm thoughtful like that!” Brightstar did note, as he spoke, that when Moonbeak had talked about a butt plug, that her voice had not been all that steady. There was an uncertainty in her tone of voice, a vulnerability that was at once endearing and heart breaking. He duly resolved to make her first experience the best he could.

When Moonbeak finished her beer at the same time as Brightstar finished his second glass, she placed both glasses on the tray and hesitantly, she scooted up close to her lover. She looked and felt like a barely of age kitten on her first date. She didn’t like it. “You can be the big spoon tonight so you're already in the right position.”

“A wise suggestion from a wise lady.” Brightstar smiled and lovingly, he kissed the tip of her beak.

Quietly, Moonbeak curled up on the bed. “I love you too.”

“I love you Moonbeak, more than life itself.” Getting into position on his side, he wrapped his left fore and hind hooves around her on the bed and he pulled up the duvet. Turning off the light with his magic, he nestled his head into the back of hers, kissing her neck until they were both asleep.

~ ~ ~

Saturday morning came, following Fridays as Saturdays are wont to do. This particular Saturday found Brightstar asleep, with his beloved held in his legs. Cheekily, Saturday sent the light of the sun shining through the window and onto the sleeping unicorn’s face. Once he was awake, the clock on the wall informed him that it was just after nine thirty a.m.

They had slept in!

Brightstar’s first thought was ‘who’s kitten-napped Athena and Zephyr?’ Because the treehouse was silent, but for Moonbeak’s gentle snoring and by now, the two kittens were usually tearing the place apart ‘playing’ if they were up first.

Then, Brightstar remembered they were at Astraea’s house. Then, he remembered the previous night's instruction, namely that he should wake his griffon with cherry lube and some sex. Seeing as he was 'ready', thanks to some very sexy dreams and a healthy libido, he levitated over the tube of cherry lube from the nightstand. Liberally, the unicorn applied it to himself, slathering his whole erect fourteen inches in the cold gel.

That done, he then added a very generous amount to Moonbeak's as yet untouched ‘virgin’ hole. With his horn lit, he took the time to use his magic to make sure her insides were well coated too. The touch of the chilly lube to her warm nethers woke her up but, as she was unsure about this venture, the griffon feigned sleep. She wanted to relax, but she just wasn’t relaxing.

As he was working the lube into her backdoor with his magic, which was roughly the width of a talon, very gently widening it to exercise her sphincter for the intrusion that was to come, Brightstar could feel the tension in her body. Fortunately, he knew how to sort that out. Slowly, the royal blue stallion kissed around her ear tuft before trailing his kisses down to 'that' bit of her neck he knew she liked being kissed.

The kisses did their work. They took her mind off of her ass and she did relax, as evidenced by her low murmured ‘mmmmmm's… Brightstar didn’t stop kissing her neck though. He added lots of little nips and licks to the kisses at her neck, while one hoof began circling her teats. All the while he used his magic and added more cherry lube to her ass. When he thought he had used enough, he added more to himself, just to be sure. “I'm ready,” Moonbeak said softly, “griffons are never scared,” she giggled, “much.”

“You were supposed to be asleep,” Brightstar muttered into her ear, still kissing her there, he very slowly prodded the flat head of his shaft to her puckered hole.

“And you are forgetting the toy.” Moonbeak raspberried him, giving up the illusion of being asleep.

“Guilty, my love.” Brightstar then levitated over the vibrating butt plug and rubbed it in his glowing yellow magical aura along her rapidly moistening slit as, with a very gentle thrust, he slid his penis inside Moonbeak's ass, the plug entering her pussy at the same time. With the intrusion into her asshole, the griffon stiffened up reflexively, but she quickly relaxed again. She had been expecting pain the likes of giving birth, but there was none.

Behind her, Brightstar felt his lover stiffen up and he lifted up her hind leg, his hoof rubbing her teats. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed her ear, his shaft slid inside her accommodating, stretching hole all the way up to the medial ring. At the same time, he shoved the toy into her pussy.

In front of her lover, Moonbeak was trying to process what was going on. Unfortunately, her brain wasn’t much help in this new unusual scenario. At once, she suddenly felt the need to poop and the walls of her colon did what they could to push the unicorn out of her. On the other claw, she was trying to suck the vibrator in. Sensing her uncertainty, Brightstar licked inside her ear just as his hoof roamed over her teats. Simultaneously, he pulled the vibrator back as he slid out a little and thrust back inside till his ring touched hers.

Moonbeak, who was still trying to poop, moaned a very lewd and needy moan as her clawed hands dug into the bedsheets. As a precaution, Brightstar magically applied more lube both to himself and to Moonbeak. Just in case, because he knew well that the anus, unlike the vagina, was not a self-lubricating hole. He continued along with his diversionary tactics as with the third thrust, he pushed his medial ring inside. “Mmmmmm M-Moooony...”

The griffon’s mind went blank. She let out a screech that was ninety per cent surprise, ten per cent pain. She felt her already stretched asshole stretch even more when his medial ring was forced inside her. She was more ‘full’ than in any pain. All she knew there was something shoved up her ass, it wasn't an endoscope and this wasn’t a colonoscopy and she was awake. Fighting the rising urge to panic, she reached back with a clawed hand and, grabbing his ass, she pulled him in.

“You're amazing my love...” Brightstar sighed passionately, sliding his shaft inside her even further, now he started to vibrate the toy in her pussy and rubbing figure eights around her erect nipples with his hoof.

“I'm not scared,” Moonbeak whimpered, trying to keep herself together, “and I'm in need. Take me, my beloved Brightstar!”

Pulling out of her asshole midway, Brightstar started to rut her at a nice, relaxed, gentle pace. He didn’t want to overstress her inexperienced hole by going too fast too soon. This was a heaven unlike anything he had ever experienced before. “You are my sun, my moon, my beloved,” he said as he thrust inside her yet again.

“And...I...thought...sucking...toes...was...weird...”

“A hmmmm a...oooh, a g-good weird, mmMMmmm I hope?”

Moonbeak snorted through her nostrils at that, at the pure folly of being asked a question and being expected to answer it at a time like this, when there was a cock buried in her ass, a plug vibrating in her snatch and a hoof on her nipples. “I don't know, just buck me, pony!”

Hearing that, Brightstar picked up his pace, the royal blue unicorn sliding his cock in and out faster and faster. The bedroom echoed to exceptionally lewd shlopping sounds as he hilted inside her backdoor over and over again. As he magically thrust the vibrating plug in her dripping glistening snatch, he added his groans of ecstasy to the sexual orchestra. It wasn’t long before Moonbeak screeched, “I'm…I’m cum…cu-cumming...fill me!”

Four hard hilting thrusts later and Brightstar joined his beloved partner. He came, the stallion’s throbbing flared cock blasting her bowels and filling her insides with his hot sticky seed just as she was squirting her orgasm out as well. Neither of them said anything for a good few minutes, the only sounds were their panting breaths and the buzzing of the toy. “Y-Yo-You can turn off the plug, but keep it and you in me for a bit,” she giggled, “I fear if you pull out, I'll shit the bed.”

Brightstar burst out laughing as he turned off the toy, he found the change in language so funny right then, in that moment of riding their high. “Oh what beautiful poetic words doth leaveth your beak...eth, my loveth.”

Moonbeak snorted out a laugh too. “Griffon poetry is a fine art.”

“That's what they say about the six hour long operas, too.” Brightstar laughed, the pony snuggling deep into Moonbeak's back furry back, between her wings. “How are you doing,” he asked, concern evident in his tone. “How was it?”

“Strange? Constipated?” Moonbeak honestly didn’t know how she felt. “Hard to describe, but it didn't hurt like I thought it would.” In all truthfulness, it had been pleasurable, nice even, and he certainly seemed to know what he was doing back there, that had helped, a lot.

Leaning in behind her, Brightstar lovingly kissed his partner’s ear tuft. “Anything done right shouldn't hurt,” he chuckled, realising what he had just said. “Well, you know what I mean…”

Resisting a snicker, Moonbeak turned her head and gently she nipped Brightstar’s ear, hard enough for him to feel it but not enough to draw blood. “If you say so, beloved.”

Brightstar hissed and sighed, worried that his point had not been made. “There's good hurt, and there’s bad hurt, is what I meant. What you do is good hurt, because I allow it. Hurting you back then would be bad.”

Moonbeak saw the truth of his words and nodded. “Pony wisdom, indeed. I'm feeling less full. When you’re out take out the toy too.” As there was no rush, Brightstar was more than happy to allow nature to take care of that. When his shaft had retreated into his sheath, he carefully removed the toy. “I feel a breeze under my tail,” she giggled as he set the plug on the nightstand, “I bet I look like some tunnel back there.”

Taking a long hard look under her leonine tail, Brightstar saw her slowly closing sphincter and smiled, breathing out a cold breath onto the ring of her anus. “You look beautiful, my love. Absolutely beautiful.”

Feeling the breath on her hole, Moonbeak shivered. “Okay, that was different…” she muttered and, reaching back with a wing, she pulled him forward into a nuzzle. “We can do this again. It wasn't as bad as I feared. Um, do you need to wash up? I don't know what you took out with you, but what’s in my ass can't be good in your sheath.”

“You're right, washing up would be best. Want me to get breakfast ready when I'm done?”

“Please.” Moonbeak beamed, really quite happy with herself having said the word.

“Consider it done, my love!” Brightstar again demonstrated his wisdom by choosing not to make a big thing out of the fact that Moonbeak said please, instead, as he got up off the bed, he blew her a kiss and sauntered on through to the bathroom. Left on her own, Moonbeak took advantage of the fact that she was alone to check out her ass with a wing tip. Inspection complete, and happy that there was no blood, she thought, on the whole, that it was an experiment gone well. She was content to lay back and wait for breakfast.

After a little while in the bathroom, in which he fastidiously cleaned his everywhere and everything, Brightstar emerged, the pony once again smelling of rose shampoo. He bypassed the bedroom in favour of the kitchen, singing an old Canterlot folk song about making a little bird sing. Moments later, he got to frying meal worms and scrambling eggs with cheese and mushrooms.

Again, a little paranoid perhaps, Moonbeak checked her ass with her wingtip. Her worries of a gape so wide the Friendship Express could be driven through it were for naught as she felt her ring closing up to her normal standards. At least she was confident of walking out of her house now. Once breakfast was prepared, Brightstar walked in to the bedroom with a large tray loaded down with two plates covered with scrambled eggs, fried worms in two bowls, as well as hot coffee. “Breakfast, my lady.”

Seeing the food, especially the fried worms, Moonbeak hastily abandoned her examination of herself and rolled over, sitting up in the bed. “Well done, my faithful hunter.”

“Aah yes, the pantry never stood a chance against my daring raid!”

As Brightstar set the tray on its little legs on the bed, the griffon had an idea. “I fear you may have worn me out.” She said simply, opening her yellow beak wide but making absolutely zero effort to feed herself.

Brightstar though was very quick on the uptake. “By all means, allow me,” lighting his horn, he levitated up a small amount of worms from the bowl and he placed them in her open beak, “Mistress.”

Satisfied, both with herself and her lover, Moonbeak chewed and swallowed her fried worms. Possibly the best she had tasted. “Feed yourself, too. I can't have my hunter faint away from hunger.”

“Quite right, Mistress.” Brightstar then alternated feeding them both, Moonbeak first and then himself. “So, what shall we do on this fine…” he paused and looked out of the window to see an overcast sky with sunny spells here and there, “This cloudy day?”

As she ate her food, Moonbeak couldn’t suppress the very proud look that was on her face. She was proud that her pony had obeyed her suggestion. ‘Yes,’ she told herself, her brain chugging it over, “It was a suggestion, I didn't order him, did I?’ for a moment she doubted herself. ‘Of course not. At least he didn't expect me to feed him, maybe...’ so lost in her thoughts was she that she missed what he had said, and was only aware of it when she caught him looking at her like he expected a response. “Oh, um, well, ahh, Could you repeat the question?”

After feeding Moonbeak another small mixture of egg, cheese & mushrooms, Brightstar smiled, feeling rather proud that he obeyed without being ordered. He knew his place, and it was squarely under her talon, just how and where he liked it. “I asked what we should do on this cloudy day, Mistress?” he then noticed the look on the griffon’s face. “Is everything okay?”

Oh yes, everything was okay, alright. Moonbeak’s universe was very much more than okay. “I love you. Today, you may decide what we do. Tomorrow, do you work tomorrow?” she asked, as the graduation had been the day before, today was Saturday. She had no idea what his work schedule was or would be.

“No work Sunday. When I report in on Monday morning, I'll get my first assignment from Olive Branch himself. I don't know what it'll be, but it won't be traffic duty.” He was a Shadowbolt now, after all. “I think today I'd like to take you all to the beach, have dinner in a little eatery overlooking the Celestia Sea, and let Athena bury me in the sand.”

Moonbeak chewed and swallowed her latest beakful of breakfast, mulling over her stallion’s suggestion. “I think Athena would like that. Guernsey, Delamare, or Mareland?”

“Mareland,” he quickly made his choice, opting for the minute little coastal area on the extreme east of Fillydelphia, giggling as he did so, feeding them both. “As long as she doesn't leave me in the sand, that is.”

“Have no fear,” Moonbeak snorted, “I don't think Athena can open the van door yet from the outside.”

“Then I shall fear not!” Brightstar smiled, watching with a certain amount of pride as his lover polished off the last of the fried worms he had made for them – which meant, for her. “Were the worms to your liking, Mistress?” he asked politely, levitating the empty dishes back onto the tray.

“Brightstar,” Moonbeak’s usual high, shrill voice was suddenly soft, fragile. “We are to bind in a couple of weeks. I will share my life with you, and we well share our fantasies with each other.” Considerably more gently than one might assume possible, due to the razor sharp talons than adorned her clawed hand, she caressed his cheek lightly. “Are you truly happy with our life as it is now?”

Brightstar appreciated the tone in her voice. His love for her only grew in that moment. He looked her in her eyes, yellow meeting green. “I've never, ever been happier than I am now, Moonbeak. You are my life, my love, my everything. You are my Mistress and my soul mate. ”

Satisfied, Moonbeak nodded. She loved her stallion, she loved being obeyed and worshipped, as was her right. “We shall continue then, pony. For a pony that pretends to do what the pony thinks would please me is not a pony I want to know.” There was a glint in her eye. “You, Brightstar, are not that pony.” Leaning in, she affectionately nuzzled his cheek. “You are a good cook, so you are a keeper. Do we take momma to the beach?”

“I have never been nor will I ever be that pony. I love being your pet because I trust you with the control I choose to give up, and I know you won't abuse it. I'd stop it if I weren't happy.” He affirmed with a nuzzle of his own and kissed her beak. “I love you. Enough to take momma with us.”

Dramatically, Moonbeak lifted the back of her clawed hand up to her forehead. “The sacrifices you make for me!” she declared with a giggle in her voice, though she appreciated where he was coming from. At times, her mother was not the best passenger. Especially when placed between two kittens. “You have the dishes, I’ll get stuff ready, we’ll eat out for lunch.”

“You got it, my little Moon Pie.”