“Coward.”

Stood by a tall centuries old conifer tree, dappled sunlight shining off of his dark grey skin and fur, Shadewalker was, on the face of it sharpening a flint arrowhead he held in his skilled hands. Two brace of rabbit draped over his equine back killed with a single shot to the head from that same arrow spoke to his considerable skill. “Oh,” he commented without looking up from his task, “how so?”

As he approached his, albeit reluctantly former, best friend, his hooves moving silently through the long grass and the undergrowth of the forest, Moonsilver knew two things for certain. Three, if you counted the fact he was still horny from thinking of his dalliance with Celestia. And he did. Those two things were that while he thought himself silent, to Shadewalker it sounded like a cacophony of noise, his hoofsteps, the rustling of grass as he moved and so on. He also knew that he could only see the centaur at all because Shadewalker allowed himself to be so, his stealth was that good. “I confront your fears while you hide from them!”

Shadewalker snorted, at last looking up from his incredibly sharp arrowhead to look the other Hunter in the eyes. Blue met green and neither blinked. “You're an idiot, Moonsilver!” he declared, “How many times must I warn you? Yet you are determined to bring about our doom.”

Sighing deeply, thoughts of his beautiful Celestia fled his mind, instead he steeled himself for what was fast becoming a regular argument between himself and the other members of the tribe who thought they had an opinion on his actions. “I'm determined to do something about it,” he countered, “I'll not hide in fear of the reality of today.”

“Did you know two others came with that creature today?” Shadewalker asked of his former friend. He had watched them arrive in the obnoxious noisy stinking metal box on wheels. “No doubt an advance party, scouting out our home with seeing glasses while you lay with ‘it’ near the lake!”

That, Moonsilver did not know. Nor was he concerned, not in the slightest. “She is no fool to wander into here past the Air stones unprepared. Did the other two you speak of follow her into the woods?”

“No.” Shaking his head, Shadewalker had to concede that much. “They stayed on the dock and turned their gaze to the woods. They left, no doubt when their reconnaissance was complete.”

Recognising the paranoia that seemed to represent his kind as of late, Moonsilver laughed. He didn’t mean to, he just couldn’t help it. That Celestia and her sister were an advance scouting party was a concept that was too ludicrous to countenance. “What bird did they recon, Shade? Or did they see you in your carelessness?”

About to rise to the taunt, the dark grey centaur saw it for what it was and at the last moment he stayed his rising ire. “Don't presume to insult me, Silver. How do you know what the human spies saw or did not see? Word will slip of us, and they will come in force. You know this!”

Of course Moonsilver knew their history. He knew well the disaster that had befallen the centaurs that had settled in Greece. Unlike most centaurs though, he knew there must have been fault on both sides, not just the humans. He was also determined that history would not repeat, at least not by his hand. “I do not know that. Had you taken steps to prevent her from leaving then you would seal our doom! Not hers.”

Taking up his prized master crafted longbow, Shadewalker took aim at a target that was not there, imagining the human female was in his sights. “I should place an arrow between ‘Its’ eyes, but for the fact it would contaminate a sound arrow!” he exclaimed, before sighing and shouldering his bow when he saw the look of outrage on Moonsilver’s face. “The council would thank me and so should you, if you stay this madness that has come over you.”

“You are the fool blinded by your hatred,” said Moonsilver with a shake of his head. Why could his kin not see the truth of what he was saying? “The death of one would be the death of us all. Do you even have an idea of what is happening?”

“What's happening,” Shadewalker retorted quickly, “is that we are being discovered. The Air stones no longer conceal us. We should be moving to another forest, not mating with the local savages like beasts in heat!”

“Then you are both a fool and short-sighted.” Moonsilver commented, for he saw his old friend’s refusal to look at the greater picture for what it was. Folly. “If they are failing here then they will fail everywhere. We must know why they are failing. Not run and hide like a rabbit from the hawk.”

“And you say I am blinded.” He snorted derisively as he adjusted his stance beside the tree. “I cannot believe I ever called you kin, Moonsilver. I will ask one more time,” in desperation he extended his hand. “Please, my oldest friend, I beg you. For all the times we hunted together and celebrated together. Turn from this path, drink with me in the Bee and Barb, like we used to.”

Tightly, Moonsilver clasped the hand that was offered to him in his own firm, unwavering grip. “Mayhap we are both fools to bait each other with words, but neither of us are idiots to rise to the bait.” Cautiously, he let go, but he did not step backwards. “The path I tread is to save us from tomorrow for yesterday is no more. I will not cast aside what I've done this day. Nor would I refuse a drink with you.” In a similar gesture, he extended his hand.

It took Shadewalker a long time – slow minutes passed by in complete silence where he just stared at the offered hand, it was almost as if the forest recognised the importance of the moment – before he ultimately gripped it and embraced his fellow Hunter. “I do not wish to see you share the same fate as your mother. I fear you'd be on the end of a human's bangstick, Silver.”

Now the pale grey centaur understood. “I seek to prevent that. I do not know enough truth other than to say that forces from our past have caught up with us. Should I fail to resolve why the stones have failed I fear you will not have a chance to say 'I told you so'.”

Shadewalker studied the brushy undergrowth at his hooves. Their hands were still held tightly, but he felt like he couldn’t meet his friend’s eye. “I liked Solstice. She was as much my mother as my mother. She always baked extra when I came around to your house. It hurt me almost as much as you when she joined the Great Forest. I do not wish that ending for you, nor do I wish to say I told you so.”

This admission from his friend stunned Moonsilver somewhat gravely. He could count on one hand the times he had heard him speak like this in the past. They were few and far between, and almost always after a heavy night in Honeyside’s tavern. Now though, he was stone cold sober. “You believe the humans are more dangerous to us than we are to them?”

In spite of himself, Shadewalker snorted and spat on the ground. “They are like a plague of vermin upon this world...” again, he caught the look in his friend’s eye and he sighed. Such an attitude wasn’t helpful if he was going to mend the bridge he had thought burned. “I apologise, please. They have numbers, Moonsilver. Bangsticks, fireboxes, metal birds in the sky that drop fire and death...you, you want the truth from me?”

“I'm neither blind, nor fool, nor idiot.” Moonsilver stated, though he nodded for he did want to hear what his friend had to say. “I must agree with what you just said, Shade.”

“The truth...” he trailed away to silence, the usually confident stallion looking all around him as if seeking inspiration from some unknown source as they walked back through the trees towards the main camp. “I am not just scared, I am terrified of what may happen. I am scared for you, our camp, for all of us. Tell anyone I said that, and I'll deny it, Silver.”

With his previous suspicion now confirmed, Moonsilver said, “Is it true that the humans have visited our forest for countless years? Recently they made a play area to swim, and use their seeing glasses to look at birds in our forest? Yet the stones kept us safe?”

“You know it is.” Shadewalker agreed as they walked, though he didn’t look at his companion, lest he see the blush that coloured his cheeks. “The human camp has been there for many moons, yet we have not been discovered before. Yet...there was the incident with the Sacred Geode Cave, since then, the Air stones have failed us more and more over the recent months.”

“Shadewalker,” Moonsilver stopped his friend suddenly and turned his face so that he had to look him in the eye. “I will tell you what I fear and you can tell any about it. What I fear is asked in a question. What is the greater danger? The humans of this world, or that which we fled from in the last world has found a way to follow us to this world?”

For two reasons, Shadewalker went pale. One, and the greatest, was that he was so close, almost muzzle to muzzle with the one he loved. An inch closer and he would kiss him, but he dared not. He knew well where his preferences lay, and they were not with him. The second reason, was the reference to The Destroyer. “You...You can't mean...'Him'...surely 'He' is long dead by now?” he dared not speak the fell centaur’s name. It was long considered an ill omen. “I’m afraid I must add to your fears. You did not hear this from me. I overheard the council members at the Old Watering Hole. The Sacred Geodes, in the Cave, they are gone. They have been missing since the camp incident.”

“If The Destroyer comes to this world he will consume centaur and human alike. Humans cannot use magic, yet that is no longer true. I fear our past has found us, and I will tread this path to know the truth. I will seize what love I can while I can. I will not dishonour my mother's sacrifice.”

“Moonsilver, don't you get it? The Elders lied. We were told the Geodes were returned to the cave. But I heard the Oracles tell the council that they bonded with seven human females. Should He come, our defences are in the hands of human foals!”

“So they lied?” Moonsilver shrugged his shoulders before placing his strong hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Do you think they cannot fall to fear? That is why I tread this path. If I die I will die seeking the truth. Shade, I don't ask that you stand with me. I ask that you don't actively stand against me. Your words carry weight as would your silence.”

Shadewalker had no real stomach to stand against the one he cared so much for, even if he could never admit his truest feelings. Even if his affections would never be reciprocated, at least not by Moonsilver. “I would ask that you ask the human about these Geodes, Silver.” At the edge of the camp, he stood by his side. “I will say no more of this now but, before we go to the tavern, should you bring her into the camp...I am willing to sit with her. I will drink with her. I can promise no more than that.”

“I will bring her into the camp only when she is ready to face down our elders with truth. Until then I will not risk what I have so recently found.”

Shadewalker nodded, he could see the wisdom of that decision. “Then let us have a drink, to the hunt, and you can tell me all about your rare find.”

“I will bet you a pheasant against a rabbit, Honeyside's jaw falls open when we walk in together.”

“Like mine fell open when I saw her remove that toy? You're on, Silver.”

~ ~ ~

Following her wonderful-but-all-too dalliance with her lover and Master at the north end of the lake, Principal Celestia had decided to have a little walk. She had waved him until the trees had obscured her view then, wearing just her new pale grey choker, she made her way slowly through the trees. Both of her swimsuits were in her shoulder bag and she didn't have a care in the world.

The fifty year old woman delighted in the feel of the sunlight and the cool breeze blowing gently over her naked body. It was like Whitetail Woods all over again. It had been way too long since she had done this, way too long. For the first time in a very long time, she reflected as she hobbled along on her crutches, she didn’t give a damn if anyone saw her. In fact, a little spark inside her wanted someone to see her.

Similarly, once she had watched her brother and the human having their intimate moment – and having had her own intimate moment with her whole hand - Dawnglow had left the scene from her vantage point overlooking the secluded north lake. She was reminded, sadly, as she walked back towards the main camp with a freshly killed boar draped over her back, of the meal she had eaten at home. As such, with thoughts of her vast weight and inherent ugliness, as well as Nightingale's laughing face running through her mind, she ran blindly into a nearby glade to purge herself.

Unfortunately, as if through some divine guidance, the small leafy glade that the burnt orange centaur chose to purge herself in was also the same one that Celestia was walking by at that exact moment. The tall white skinned woman paused when she heard the unmistakeable sound of someone being violently sick. ‘I know that sound’ she thought, carefully making her way towards it, the ‘mother’ in her taking over.

“EEeeeEEEEUuuuuUURRGH!” Dawnglow retched, her fingers jammed down her throat so as to bring up the last of the meal her father had prepared. “EUUUURGH…” on her knees, with her kills on the floor, her bow and quiver next to her other side, the eighteen year old centaur sobbed pathetically as she once again thrust her fingers in her throat and threw up.

Attracted by the sound, Celestia made it to the trees that lined the leafy glade just in time to witness the crying centaur vomit onto the grass beside her. It broke her heart, for she herself had a number of students, past and present, that did the same thing. She stood, partially hidden by the trees for a few minutes longer, the teacher in her studying the centaur.

From her – admittedly limited – experience, Celestia guessed she was a Hunter, what with the bow and quiver of arrows as well as the boars. ‘Hmmm, she’s a young one…’ she looked to be not much older than her students, late teens if she had to hazard a guess at her age. She was pretty though, with an inch or so of fat around her waist, a flat-ish belly and small B cup breasts. As she watched her cry though, she couldn’t remain hidden any longer. “Are you all right?”

“Gah!” caught wholly unprepared and unawares, Dawnglow fell back on her Hunter’s instincts and, quick as a flash, in one smooth motion, she had her bow in hand, an arrow notched and drawn, though there was still vomit on her bow hand. “Wh-Who's there?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Celestia had to smile. Though she had an arrow pointed at her, it was unlikely the poor young mare could shoot straight, given how badly she was shaking. “I'm sorry I startled you. I'm Celestia, I was worried about the sounds I heard.”

“I kn-know you…” she let out a sniffle and lowered her bow. Now she got a proper look at the intruder to her misery she saw it was the human that her brother had laid with not fifteen minutes ago. “I um, I-I'm Da-Dawnglow.”

“Oh!” Celestia had exclaimed when, judging it was safe and that she wasn’t going to get shot, she hobbled closer. It was then she noted the summer green collar that adorned her neck, just like the choker adorned hers. “Oh, um, I’m sorry to intrude, but are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Dawnglow snivelled, wiping her nose with her soiled hand, then she got a leaf to wipe that clean. She didn’t know how much this human had seen, just that she had heard her, and so she tried to pass off what had happened. “I um...I'm just a little unwell, that's all.”

‘A little unwell, my fat ass,’ Celestia thought solemnly. She had been around long enough to recognise purging when she saw it. “Okay, if you'd like to talk about it?” she asked as kindly as she could though, now she was up close, the old Celestia in her started to compare herself to Dawnglow. Her breasts were several sizes bigger, as were her nipples and areola. Her pudgy pot belly was also massive compared to the centaur’s own flatter example. But, and it was a big but, she stepped forward as she was. She wasn’t tempted, thanks to her time with Moonsilver, to cover herself up. “It is good to finally meet you.”

“It's a bug, bad food, you know? Bad tummy...” Dawnglow sniffled but she managed a smile anyway. She had a feeling she was fooling nobody with her act. “So you're the human everyone is going nuts about in camp?” she asked in an attempt to draw attention away from what she had done, what she had been caught doing and the evidence on the grass by her side.

“Yes, that would be me.” Celestia replied, kneeling by her side on the grass. This close she could look properly into those green eyes. She recognised those beautiful, kind and caring green eyes. “It is good that your brother watches over me, Moonsilver is your brother?”

Thinking about how much she should open up to her, Dawnglow ultimately decided that Celestia was okay. Her brother liked and trusted her enough to mate with, after all. She also spoke their language like a born centaur, and that gave her confidence too. “Yeah, he's my brother. We're both Hunters.”

“Well, since I'm with your brother, you should know you can talk to me, and nothing you say will reach his ears. We would be like sisters.”

Dawnglow rather liked the sound of that. Her eternal soul had been heavy of late. “Well...I just graduated my class, passed my test, I can go on hunts on my own now!” she waved a proud hand to the boars she had killed so she could feed the camp. “But Master Sagittarius says my stealth needs work.” Looking down, she sighed deeply. “Anyone else would have seen you coming, but not me,” she muttered, “I-I can tell you stuff? Really?”

Naked, Celestia leaned forward and she placed a comforting hand on the shoulder of Dawnglow's foreleg. “I run a school,” she said kindly, “I have many students, all with different problems. I listen, and sometimes give advice, but I don't break their confidence, well most times. I will not leave a life in danger.”

“I-I...um...” the burnt orange centaur mumbled, on the verge of tears once again, “I um, should be honest then, with you. I watched you, with Moonsilver. He said he was meeting you, and I was curious, so I followed. I'm sorry.”

Not embarrassed in the slightest, Celestia smiled. She appreciated honesty. Honest, she could work with. “Did I put on a good show? I’d love some feedback.”

“You were very hot...I ah...I mean you are hot!” She had not been expecting a question like that and so she blushed so hard her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of crimson. “You...those...” she trailed off, waving a hand at the human’s large breasts, “hot!”

Now that she saw an opening, Celestia continued to smile. “These beauties?” having abandoned her crutches, she placed a hand under each of her fleshy beach balls and hefted them, bouncing them up and down on purpose, smirking when she saw the centaur’s green eyes follow the movement. She quickly stomped on the tiny bit of guilt she felt at exploiting the young mare like that. “If I wasn't so fat, they wouldn't be like this.”

“You gave me something to admit to my girlfriend about,” said Dawnglow swishing her bright yellow tail and wafting her excited scent into the air. “Hopefully I’ll get spanked later,” she then sighed and looked away, but she stared at Celestia's hefty breasts out of the corner of her eyes. “I wouldn't say you're fat,” she muttered, her self-loathing coming out, “Not like me.”

“Not like you?” Celestia repeated, though her inflection phrased it like a question. She placed her hands at her waist and jiggled her pudgy not-as-fat-as-she-thought belly and then she did the same to Dawnglow, jiggling her not-at-all-fat belly. “Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place?” she moved beside the troubled mare, on the vomit free side, and looked openly at her undercarriage. After hearing 'girlfriend', she made sure to make her breasts sway as she was bent over looking, and that her wide ass was in clear view.

“Not like me…” Dawnglow whispered. Whilst unremarkable, she was by no means large, in fact if anything she was a little thin, thanks to her constant purging. To her shame though, her earlier arousal was still quite evident, judging by the smell that pervaded the air. “I'm fat and ugly, just look at me, just flab...fat...fat...oh m-my...” Staring at Celestia’s raised ass, she was somehow unable to finish her sentence.

“Maybe it is back here?” she asked and, after standing up, Celestia carefully made her way around Dawnglow’s back end, her hand trailing her fingers over her haunches. She then leant on her butt looking forward. “I told my sister I was fat and ugly, and she wouldn't believe me! Such nerve! Can you believe that?”

“HMmmMMMmm!” Dawnglow moaned and her tail lifted up on reflex, exposing her slick puffy marehood swollen with arousal. “Well um...I don't know, I haven't seen many of your kind, you don't seem fat to me,” she commented, looking down at the grass beneath her. Again she was on the verge of tears, for in her head she was nothing but a huge revolting mound of flesh.

Noticing the tail rising between her breasts, how could she not? Celestia was unsure how far to take the teasing. Her attempt with Cheerilee had the fuchsia skinned submissive offering to bed her. She decided to slide a hand along Dawnglow's lower back as she walked to the front and she turned to face her. “But look at my belly!”

Letting out a little squeak of pleasure, her tail flagged up the highest it had gone so far and then she looked at Celestia stood before her. Her eyes went wide as her face was inches away from her shaved pussy. She got a good look at her pot belly and the stretch marks. “Look at mine!” she retorted, squeezing her flat belly. What little fat there was made a tiny mound in her hands. In her head, she looked obscene. “I don't know how you can look at me...I don't know how Applewood looks at me!” she cried, a little tear escaping down her cheek.

As she was standing up, and therefore much taller than her new friend, Celestia lowered herself to her knees where they were the same height. She wrapped her arms around Dawnglow's upper back and squeezed their bellies and breasts together. After a moment, a long, torturous moment, she leant back a bit so Dawnglow could see their bellies between the breasts. She was going to enjoy this lesson. “Who has the bigger belly?”

“Gaaaaaaah...” For a good long moment, Dawnglow couldn’t think at all, let alone answer a question. All she was aware of was the large fleshy breasts pressed to hers and the arousal now dripping from her to the floor. “Ah, y-you do.”

“I must admit that I do, don’t I?” she smiled, closing the distance between them so that their breasts were smooshed together again. “Who has the bigger breasts?”

Poor Dawnglow’s face was almost on fire she was blushing so hard. Her tail hiked up again. She wished her Mistress was here so she could be allowed to climax, she was that turned on. “You...You do…”

Grinning, Celestia pressed her point. “But...But you said I wasn't fat?”

“Not like me,” Dawnglow whimpered, a pathetic tone that Celestia did not like now entering her voice, “you aren't an ugly useless lump that dishonours her people, her fellow Hunters and the animals she kills.”

“True,” Celestia frowned, sensing a deep underlying reason for her purging about to be revealed. She also sensed she had never revealed this before. “I'm not. Who told you that?”

“Nightingale. In school, she said she wasn't sure if I was a centaur or a whale. But it's not just that. I know I let down everything I am…”

Again, tenderly this time, Celestia wrapped up the young Hunter in a hug. “I think I'm old, ugly, and fat. I'm sure of it, but my sister says I'm not, her girlfriend says I'm not, and your brother says I'm not. Who is wrong?”

“I don't know,” Dawnglow sobbed miserably, “You don't understand, if Nightingale singles you out, everyone reminds you how worthless you are! But I don't need their taunts, I betray the Hunters every day. If she knew what I did, if they knew what I did...”

As she listened, Celestia was reminded rather forcefully of the pre-Fall Formal Sunset Shimmer by the way Dawnglow described this Nightingale. Still, she couldn’t understand some of what she was saying. “You must help me understand. Nightingale is the one you go to because you value her opinion and honesty over others?”

“Nightingale is of the Air School. Her School commands a lot of sway in the camp. I'm a Hunter. It's my duty and honour to feed the camp. We honour the animals by using all of them, they gave their lives so we can live…” Now, Dawnglow really properly cried, hot salty tears rolling down her cheeks. “Every time I make myself sick, I dishonour them and the other Hunters. I can be exiled for that!”

Carefully, Celestia wiped away her tears. “You didn't answer my question.”

“I don't go to Nightingale. I stay away from her. I don't value her opinion, but it's true, so I keep my weight down, or...or...”

Nodding her head, for a vision of times just recently passed at her school swam into her mind, Celestia asked gently, “Do you value Applewood's opinion and honesty?”

“I love her.”

“That's good. I'm sure she has brought up your weight problem and offered you ways to trim down, right?” Celestia asked, the Principal falling back on the psychology 101 that Requiem, the school counsellor, had taught her.

“She says I'm beautiful and that she'd never leave me,” Dawnglow confessed miserably, “She doesn't see though. She doesn't know what I do, but I have to!”

“Dawnglow,” said Celestia, placing a reassuring had again on the young centaur’s shoulder, “one step at a time. Nightingale thinks you're fat but Applewood doesn't think that. Who do you trust?”

“I trust my girlfriend and my Mistress.”

Celestia couldn’t help but giggle at that. She was immediately put in mind of Luna and Cheerilee. “I think you'd like my sister. Anyways. I do think I'm fat. Do you think I'm wrong to think that?”

Dawnglow shook her head, causing her bright yellow mane to cascade over her shoulder. She didn’t know what to say, what the human wanted to hear, so she told the truth. “No, you're not wrong.”

Still smiling, Celestia raised a hand and she caressed Dawnglow’s cheek. “Thank you. Now, do you think I'm fat?”

Quietly, Dawnglow nodded her head. She wanted to be honest with this human, but she didn’t want to upset her. She was nice, and her brother liked her. “I um, I do, kinda, but you don't 'act' fat, you know?” Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, she realised how lame they sounded.

“How we think of ourselves matters, but sometimes we fail to see who we really are.” Celestia caught herself rapidly entering ‘Principal mode’ and she giggled. Her mother would be proud. “That is why we find others we trust and tell them how we feel so they can understand. I told your brother I was fat, and he told me that was more for him to hug. I don't act fat, because he loves me as I am. Do you act fat with Applewood?”

“Not with her, no I don't. I can be who I am with her. She gets me. She hurts me in the way I love to be hurt. She pushes my limits. I wish I could dance with her at the festivals like she wants.”

“Are you afraid you will embarrass her because you’re fat?” Predictably, Dawnglow nodded and sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “You said you love her and trust her. I love and trust your brother and I told him how I feel about everything. Do you think you should do the same?” Again, the burnt orange mare nodded. Celestia cupped her cheeks in her hands. “Do you know what Bulimia is?”

“No, Celestia.”

“I have students who think they are fat. I tell them I'm fat, but they know that I'm not as fat as they are.” She took a deep breath to marshal her thoughts, happy that if Requiem were here, she’d be smiling at her. “I could tell them they are not fat, but they wouldn't believe me. I need to find a friend that they trust to look at themselves without a mirror. What these students have in common is Bulimia. It isn't pretty, nor is it healthy.” She paused in her explanation, her hands gently at the sides of her face. “Can you guess what Bulimia is now?”

“It's what I do, isn't it? When I make myself sick, right?”

“Yes, they also claim they are sick. The only time you need to force yourself to vomit is if you ate something poisonous. I don't know your customs or ways, but I would love for you to teach me so I can be a better person for your brother. I think I know you associate being sick with dishonouring hunters. Why?”

Dawnglow shuddered. She didn’t want to have to explain this. Still, here she was, the one her brother loved. She resolved to try and put her shame into words. “Because it is the Hunters’ duty to provide food for the camp. When we kill an animal, it is also our duty to do it as clean as possible, so the animal doesn't suffer. Then, we honour it by using as much as we can, not just the meat. Bones are used for knife handles, the skins are used in winter, and apothecaries use some organs, and so on. By being sick, I dishonour the other Hunters, my prey and my people.”

Celestia listened, but she didn’t quite follow. “I’m afraid I still don't understand, how does that have anything to do with how you hunt?”

“It doesn't affect how I hunt,” Dawnglow tried again to adequately explain, briefly, their customs. “I kill them swiftly, but other Hunters provide the food that I eat, then throw back up. The farmers provide the vegetables I eat then throw back up. What I do is a disservice to them all, to the hard work they do.”

“Oh!” Celestia exclaimed, her eyes bright with understanding. Now she was beginning to get it. “I think I understand. It is by eating and then you throw what you ate in the ground that you dishonour who toiled provided the food.”

“Yes, that's it. Allowances are made if you are genuinely ill, not like me.”

“Have you dishonoured yourself?”

“Every time I'm sick, Celestia.”

“So you eat the animals you hunt and then you throw that back up?” asked Celestia, to which Dawnglow quietly nodded. Under such scrutiny, she didn’t know where to look, so in the end she chose to stare at Celestia’s enormous breasts. “Why do you eat the food?” she asked, not minding in the slightest where she was staring. “Does someone make you in case it is poisonous?”

“No, I have to eat!” Dawnglow giggled uncertainly, “You know, like, when I'm hungry!”

“Remember I said it wasn't healthy?” Celestia asked somewhat rhetorically, “You eat because you are hungry. You throw up before you digest it. Does that solve your hunger, or just leave you hungry again?” She didn’t want to lecture her, but she couldn’t avoid it. She had to make her see!

“It leaves me hungry,” Dawnglow admitted sadly, “but at least I don't put weight on.”

Celestia understood. She had seen it before so many times over the years. If it wasn’t an eating disorder it was bullying, or self-harming, or, more recently, magic related stress amongst her students at CHS. The latter she could sympathise with. “It is a vicious cycle. You eat because you are always hungry. You are always hungry because you don't keep what you eat.” She then decided to try a different tack, come at it from a different angle. “Do you know what it means to diet?”

Eagerly, Dawnglow nodded her head. “I know what that means.”

“Why don't you do it?”

“I've tried, and it works for a day or two, then I'm sick again!” Dawnglow exclaimed and in exasperation, Celestia sighed and slumped her forehead onto the centaur’s upper shoulder to think. “I um...I'll try, again, I want to be better, really I do!”

“It won't help.” Celestia tried very hard to keep her tone light, to not sound accusatory as she moved her head back to look at the young mare. It buoyed her that she wanted to get better. It meant she knew she was ill, and that was a big step. “First we need to be honest. It's not sick if you shove your hand down your own throat.”

“Um…it's not?” asked Dawnglow, nervously fiddling her fingers together.

“I value honesty, and I hope you do too. Is there a way you can weigh yourself?”

Almost straightaway, in the dappled sunlight of the leafy forest glade, Dawnglow perked up. She had a chance to show off a little. “Oh yes, there are stones in the bathroom at home!”

“Stones?” Of all the things Celestia had been expecting, that hadn’t been one of them. She cocked her head to one side, trying to figure how that would work. After a few moments’ thought though she drew a blank. “Do you mean like these?” she asked, touching the stones that rested in the choker around her neck.

Dawnglow nodded the affirmative. “Almost everything we need for life in the forest is provided by the stones. We make some things. For instance, Applewood made my bow. She's a Treesinger. She sang the wood into shape.”

Celestia thought was too occupied with trying to work out how the centaurs used the magic stones as a set of scales to think about the possibility of singing that could manipulate wood to grow a certain shape. “How does a stone tell you your weight? Do numbers appear, or does it whisper you weight with examples, such as much as a mouse or a cow?”

“Numbers appear. It was created by the Earth and Water Schools.” Dawnglow admittedly didn’t know how they worked exactly, but then again she was a Hunter, not a Craftsmith. It was enough for her that they worked. “You step on the stone, underneath is water in a trough. Then, it does something very clever with how much water is moved and you get your weight, just like that!”

“I'm sure you check it ten or fifteen times a day then?”

“Sometimes twenty…”

“Do you remember how much you weighed last week when you woke up?” asked the Principal with a tinkling laugh in her voice. When the young centaur nodded, she continued, “So, how much more did you weigh when you woke up today?”

“I didn't, I weighed a little less.”

That was to be expected. Celestia thought to herself. Outwardly she just nodded. “Do you just skip meals when you diet?”

“Yes, Celestia.”

Again, that was wholly expected and she was not surprised in the slightest to hear that she skipped meals. She assumed, safely, that it was better to not eat at all than to eat and throw up, dishonouring herself. “You should diet like I do then. That way makes you hungrier and then you eat more and well, then you do what you do. Do you know how much food you have to eat to not be hungry?”

“It's not a lot. I try not to eat a lot.”

“Yes, but you're hungry right now, aren't you?”

“Yes I am,” Dawnglow admitted, her rumbling empty belly evidence to that fact.

“Maybe,” Celestia started, a playful twinkle in her eye, “because your stomach is trying to escape and it’s gnawing to get out is what let this clumsy human sneak up on you?”

“Maybe…” Dawnglow’s shoulders shook slightly with a giggle she was holding in.

The twinkle in Celestia’s eye became a full on giggle fit. “It would look silly to watch your stomach run off with a spear to go hunting!” At that, Dawnglow gave up the fight and she burst out laughing, holding her sides she was laughing so hard.

“Here is how I diet,” said Celestia after she had managed to ease her laughter. “I know what I need to make the hunger go away, but that is too much. So I eat only half that much. The next meal if I'm as hungry as the first I eat half as much again, if not I only eat one fourth as much. Same for the third meal. I always eat three small meals so I don't wake up at night and eat all the ice cream my sister has.”

“Ice cream?” Dawnglow cocked her head to one side at the words she didn’t understand. All throughout this meeting, the human had spoken flawless Centaur, but she didn’t know what this ‘ice cream’ was.

Again, Celestia laughed, though it was not a mean laugh, not at all. “Ice cream is very, very bad for a diet, but it tastes really, really good. I think my sister likes to tempt me with it.”

Dawnglow didn’t know what it was, but she knew she wanted to try some of it, whatever it was. “Can you bring some of this...icy cream?”

“Would you dishonour me if I brought you a little bit of ice cream?”

Earnestly, she shook her head. “No, Celestia.”

Celestia’s laugh became a smile. “Then I will bring you some ice cream after you tell me how my diet works for you. Weigh yourself after every time you poop. And don't get lazy and stop hunting! That is bad for a diet too.” She booped the young centaur’s nose with her fingers, again making her giggle.

“I promise, Celestia.” Dawnglow smiled. For the first time in a very long time, she felt a little optimistic about her purging beating it once and for all. “Thank you, for taking with me!” to show how thankful she was, the burnt orange mare pulled her into a very tight hug.

Immediately, Celestia returned the hug with a bit of added breast wiggle for good measure. “One other thing, you need to ask Applewood to help you get a better figure so you can go to the next dance. Don't let her go alone. And don't just accept her opinion that you look fine. You need to make sure you want to look even better than fine.”

Dawnglow didn’t answer for a moment. She was really, really loving the breast wiggle. She could’ve happily stayed there for a very long time. “You're teasing me aren't you?” she asked with a smile on her blushing face. Suddenly, an idea came to her. “Would you like to see her, Applewood, I mean?”

“I am,” Celestia admitted with an unashamed look on her face. “I learned from a professional and I'm having fun.” Then, she turned her attention to the question she had been asked. “Would I? Yes. Now? No. I plan on seeing Moonsilver again in one week, if he will let me. Tell him you want to meet his human, and bring Applewood with you to keep you, um, safe?” she giggled, “He brought Honeyside to him safe from my pounces.”

“I like your teasing. It makes me hot.” Dawnglow admitted with a bright little giggle and, after she had reached into her shoulder pouch, she pulled out a flat polished stone the size of her hand. Proudly, she showed off the mirror finish on the stone’s surface. “This is an Image Stone, but I thank you for your kind offer too.”

Taking the offered stone, Celestia pulled away from her companion, the separation leaving her exposed. She studied the stone. It weighed as much as a pound bag of sugar, and it was completely devoid of any markings at all, just a reflective smooth surface. “What does it do?”

Dawnglow, distracted by Celestia’s magnificent melons, didn't answer right away, she was too busy licking her lips imagining how they would taste. “Ah, it ah, shows images,” she said presently. “Hold it level in your hand, like this, see?” she waited for Celestia to do so, then she leant in and said, in a clear voice, "Applewood." Instantly, a three dimensional image of the summer green centaur appeared 'standing' on the flat stone surface.

Though she was startled, Celestia didn’t drop the stone. “This-this is magic?”

“Centaur magic!” Dawnglow nodded proudly. “You try. Lean in close to it and say "Family".”

“First,” Celestia wanted to try something else before she did that. With a confident voice, she said, “Moonsilver.”

In an instant, the image changed from Applewood to show Moonsilver. As it did so though, the Principal felt a strong tingling sensation in her arms as the image shifted. She guessed it was the magic at work. Dawnglow had a very impressed look on her face. “How did you know?”

Now it was Celestia’s turn to not answer. She was staring long and hard at the image on the stone before her. It was a perfect image, and she should know, having bounced on him very recently. “I didn't. I think that I can now do some magic. The stones that Moonsilver gave me are responding, so I hope this one would too.”

If Dawnglow was impressed before, she was awed now. “Wow...you have centaur magic! This is so cool! Go on, do it again, say family!”

Though she still held the stone, Celestia was unsure about saying family, there was only her and Luna left. She took a deep breath, regardless. “Family.”

As Celestia was holding the Image Stone, the image upon its surface changed, as she now knew it would. In place of Moonsilver, there now stood an image of Luna and Cheerilee. Dawnglow was mystified. “Who are they?” she asked with genuine interest. Then she giggled, “Ooooh...you're holding it! Duh!”

Celestia pointed to each figure in turn, starting with the taller of the two. “The darker skinned one is my sister Luna. The other is her girlfriend, Cheerilee. Luna is like your Applewood and Cheerilee is like you.”

Dawnglow understood that. “Oooh I see, so you're like me and this Cheerilee then, with Silvy, I mean?”

Since they both wore signs of their devotion, Dawnglow a collar and Celestia a choker, the white skinned woman nodded her head. “Very much so.”

Excitedly, Dawnglow clapped her hands. At last she had another submissive who she could talk to! A sister too! She’d never had that before. She was so giddy she began to babble. “You two like pain too? I really like it when my Mistress ties a rope harness on me around my breasts and canes them. She canes my nipples too, and my hooves! Or she'll cane my you know...down there…” she blushed and her tail rose upwards once more at the thought.

Reflexively, Celestia shuddered. “I don't know about that level of pain. I'm not sure about that. Cheerilee does like some pain, and to be tickled, though.”

Almost like she was sharing a deep secret, she said, “Last time, Mistress got her whole forearm in me! Mistress likes to tickle me till I pee.”

That did stay Celestia somewhat. “D-di-did you se-see how m-much of your brother I took inside me?”

Furiously, Dawnglow blushed so hard she thought she might burst into flames at any moment. “I was watching, yes. You took a lot, all the way to the middle ring. Can all humans do that?”

“I'm not sure, but I'm tall for a woman.”

“Huh.” Having not seen many human females before, apart from Gloriosa at the camp, she didn’t really know how to judge that, other than yes, she was tall. “Okay, well you were into him, by the way you screamed his name like that.” She then prodded her pudgy white belly with her index finger, feeling the taut skin. “Maybe that's why your belly's so large? He came inside you, didn't he?”

Celestia giggles at the poke to her belly, loving the way it jiggled like that. “Maybe it is.” She wasn’t about to deny it. “So, your tail keeps going up and down. I take it you like my teasing?”

“I do, Celestia.” Oh by the Great Forest, did she like her teasing!

“Well if I have left you wanting, then now would be a good time to see if Applewood will help you tone your body. I need to head back home. I will ask you about your weight numbers.” She paused and giggled, “I won’t forget. I think you'll find a diet like mine will keep me from sneaking up on you, not that I won't try.”

“I look forward to you sneaking up on me again.” Dawnglow smiled as she stood up, not surprised in the slightest that Celestia was slightly taller than her. “Now, I need to get these boar back to the camp, and I need to confess many sins to my Mistress. Hopefully I won't be able to sit tomorrow.” She leant in and kissed Celestia’s cheek. “Keep the stone, I insist.”

With her crutches in hand under her arms, Celestia held herself up and kissed Dawnglow’s cheek in turn. “I will, as I can look at my Master.”

“Enjoy it, sister.” Dawnglow hugged her close to her one last time before she slung the slain boars over her equine back and she shouldered her bow and quiver. She stole a very last hug and then she turned to make her way back to the main camp

Very carefully indeed, Celestia placed the Image Stone away safely in her shoulder bag and, happy that she was done in the forest, she headed towards the parking lot. Once there, she wasn’t surprised to see her car was not there. As the evening was starting to draw in, and with it a manageable but slight chill, she pulled out her phone and sent her sister a text message. ‘Lulu, I’m done with my Master. I will be sunbathing on the end of the dock. Please come get me.’

~ ~ ~

An hour after her older sister had sent her the text message to come collect her, Vice Principal Luna pulled into the parking lot. Once she had Rosie, her sister’s beloved faded blue station wagon parked, she and Cheerilee got out, heading straight for the dock. “Mistress,” Cheerilee pointed to a sunbathing Celestia – a naked sunbathing Celestia, “I think she found him.”

Luna took a closer look at her sister the closer she got to the dock. “By that smile I think you may be right, Leelee.” She was rather impressed that the older woman had the nerve to lay there in just her birthday suit. “I'm happy to see you working on your moon tan.”

Laid on her front, with the two women approaching from behind, Celestia was absolutely not ashamed in the slightest. In fact she was rather enjoying the feel of the late afternoon / early evening sunlight on her back. Casually, she rolled over, smiling at Cheerilee’s reaction when one of her breasts slapped against the other. “Oh,” she said dreamily, “I found him alright, Leelee.”

Luna inspected her fingernails and the back of her hand. “I told her you just waited to call so you could pretend to find him. Leelee though was certain you would.” In response to that, the fuchsia skinned submissive nodded rapidly, a smile on her face.

“I think I found more than him, Lu.” She sat up and smiled at Cheerilee as they joined her on the dock. She noted that while her younger sister was still wearing the mini skirt and fuchsia top from earlier in the day, she was wearing the new heeled sandals on her perfectly manicured feet while her girlfriend was in a different dark blue dress. She also noted, when she sat up, that her braid had fallen out during the long afternoon. “Leelee, would you please be a dear and braid it again, Lee, before we leave?”

Unmoving, Cheerilee looked at her Mistress who straightaway gave her a brief nod. “At once.” With permission granted, she stepped behind Celestia and knelt down on the wooden dock. As she took the long multi coloured pastel hair in her hands, Luna sat by her sister’s side.

The younger sibling dangled her feet in the water of the lake. “Get any pictures?”

“I did!” she replied proudly, “Would you like to see?”

Though she had started the Prench braid, Cheerilee froze and directed her best, most deadly puppy dog eyes attack at her Mistress, the one she knew she couldn’t resist, even if its use did earn her a harsh spanking afterwards. As expected, Luna relented under the onslaught of the eyes. “Yes we would, Tia.” Happy, Cheerilee went back to braiding hair.

“This one is a little boring,” Celestia admitted as she took her phone from her shoulder bag and showed them both the mundane picture that was going to be her crown jewel that had, unfortunately, been overshadowed by Dawnglow’s amazing gift. Still, she was rightly proud to show off the photograph of her in her new choker by her Master’s side. “That's my Moonsilver.”

While the centaur was admittedly handsome, with an equine-esque face and a torso that looked like it had been carved from stone, Luna couldn’t resist a tease. “Why the long face?” she asked, as Cheerilee just groaned at the bad joke.

Celestia treated her younger sister to her best eye roll. “I should put you in detention with miss Dash for that, Lu. Now, this is much better!” Thoughts of making her sibling sit for an hour next to Rainbow Dash evaporated from her mind as she again reached into her bag and fished out the Image Stone. “This is amazing.”

Quietly, Cheerilee continued to braid her friend’s hair, though she was greatly curious at the object Celestia had produced. “Sorry,” Luna snickered, not sounding very sorry at all, “but I've been waiting all day for that.”

Celestia’s best eye roll returned along with her second best in a killer one – two combo that succeeded in shutting her sister up. She did however have an idea how she could return the tease. Like she had been taught by Dawnglow in the forest, she held the polished stone level, a smirk playing on her face. “My sister's butt!”

The very instant that Cheerilee saw the globes of her girlfriend’s bare rounded peachy ass, she broke out in gales of laughter. So hard was she laughing that she fell over, clutching her sides. By contrast, Luna simply raised an eyebrow at them both. “I thought you were with a centaur, not such a fine ass, sister,” she giggled, “That’s a really good hologram, by the way.”

“Silvy's sister gave it to me,” Celestia explained over Cheerilee’s laughing. “As I understand it, whoever holds it says what they want to see and it appears. Moonsilver.” Just like before, when she said his name, the image on the stone’s surface changed to her Master.

Laughing fit over, thanks in no small part to the short sharp slap that her Mistress delivered to her ass, Cheerilee sat back up and she continued to braid Celestia’s hair. Like her, Luna was appraising the pale grey centaur. “He is a rather handsome stallion. Still a stallion, though. Did you 'experiment', sis?”

“I certainly did!” Celestia sang out, her heart soaring at the wonderful memory. She had been expecting such a question sooner or later and she wasn’t disappointed. “It was a most satisfactory outcome indeed,” she spared her sibling a knowing wink, “I rode him like a cowboy rides a rodeo mustang!”

Both Luna and Cheerilee clapped their hands at that. In a rare show of affection, Luna gave her sister a warm tight hug. She was so proud of and happy for her sister. “For a while there, you were making me feel like a daughter. Now I feel like a sister again, Tia.”

In the hug, Celestia kissed Luna's cheek. “It took me a while to find myself again, sis.” She then gave the Image Stone to her sister, an idea having occurred to her. “Speaking of experiments, I have a theory. You try it.”

“Okay.” The midnight blue skinned woman took the smooth shiny stone in her hands and studied it with a critical eye. There were no markings, no features. The side she held was a little rougher than the polished side, though she suspected that was to give her something to grip. She felt the underside expecting some sort of power button but there was nothing. Feeling a little foolish, she said, “Cheerilee.”

Instantly, the image of Moonsilver changed to Cheerilee wearing nothing but her choker and a dark blue wasp corset with matching gloves and thigh high boots. She hadn’t been expecting the tingle in her arms. She didn't drop the stone, but she did quickly hand it back. “That was what I was thinking, but it felt really weird…”

Cheerilee though was looking fondly at the image of her. “That was a fun day, Mistress.”

Celestia, smiling broadly, passed the stone to Cheerilee. “Leelee, your turn.”

“Okay…” hesitantly, almost like she expected it to set her alight, Cheerilee took the Image Stone in her hands. Like Luna had done, she inspected it for any signs of mechanical workings but found none. Quickly though she had an image in her mind. “My Mistress's family.”

The image of Cheerilee and her corset vanished, to be replaced with one of Celestia and Luna holding hands. The fuchsia skinned submissive’s cheeks burned bright red when her Mistress and her sister appeared naked. That was how she pictured them, but still. Celestia’s smile though was like the proverbial Cheshire cat. Her theory was on good ground, it seemed. “I thought so! Now ah, this last one requires a bit of a large ask, I'm afraid, if you'd both be willing.”

“So-Sorry Mistress…” Poor Cheerilee looked like she could boil the lake water, she was blushing so hard. Taking a little pity on her, Luna leant over her naked sister and kissed her pet’s lips.

“Don’t be,” she whispered, “It was a very pretty picture.” Still blushing though, Cheerilee passed back the stone and finished the braid. Sitting back down on the dock, Luna nodded. “Sure, I'm game.”

Taking back the Image Stone, Celestia placed it reverently in her shoulder bag and she took out the Healing Stone from its place on her choker. This experiment was, admittedly, rather a big one. “May I strike you, just once each?” she asked, showing them the green stone she held in her palm. “This is a Healing Stone.”

At once, Cheerilee raised her hand like a student in class trying to get the teacher’s attention. “Please, Mistress, allow her to strike me!”

Luna though looked dubious. Not that she distrusted her sister, it was the stone she was unsure of. “Should it not be both of us?”

“Don't worry Lu,” Celestia giggled, “I won't hurt you.”

“Sis,” said Luna with a roll of her eyes, “that is the least of my worries. I'll not let my pet experience what I have not. You may strike us both, but me first.”

“I know, sis. Alright.” On a silent count of three, Celestia brought her left hand hard across her sister’s face, the forceful slap sounding like a cannon blast across the calm peaceful lake. It wasn’t a very hard slap, but it was enough that she could feel it, enough to bruise up. After a moment, she tried to give her the stone.

Before she would accept it though, Luna shook her head. “You may strike Leelee first.”

Recognising the love and trust on display, Celestia hugged first her sister then her long-time friend. “Ready?”

“Always!” Cheerilee nodded enthusiastically, her head held high.

Before she could change her mind, Celestia gave Cheerilee the same sort of slap she had just given Luna. It was a slap hard enough to sting and bruise up to a decent black eye. As soon as it does, she gave her the stone in her hand. “Hold it tight to your face, Leelee.”

Luna nodded to her pet. “Yes, Mistress.” Cheerilee took the stone and she held it to her bruised cheek, just as she had been directed. She smiled when she felt a pleasant warmth, like a heat pack, spread over her face. As it did so, the pain diminished until it was gone and the bruise was healed.

Watching earnestly, Celestia asked, “What do you feel, Leelee?”

“The pain is gone,” Cheerilee reported with a look of surprise on her face, for she hadn’t been expecting that at all. “The stone was nice and warm to the touch, but not too hot.”

Satisfied, Luna reached for the stone and she placed it on her cheek. “Consider this an experiment to see if older wounds take longer to heal.” Just like her pet’s bruised eye and cheek, Luna’s face healed, but hers, being slightly older, did take a few seconds longer to heal. “Interesting,” she commented, once she felt the warmth spread across her face, “why are you not using this on your leg?”

“I am!” Celestia admitted, “I have been, I mean, using it.”

Luna snickered at that, “I wonder what the doc will think of that. Still, go for it, sis.”

Celestia joined her sister in a good natured laugh, for she could picture doctor Bone Meal’s astounded face. “Probably think it's a miracle I've healed way quicker than he said but, better than spending another five weeks in this infernal cast. Well,” she said, changing the subject, “I think this confirms it. We all have Equestrian magic!”

“I have magic?”

Vice Principal Luna rolled her eyes at her excited girlfriend. “Isn't ‘magic’ just another name for technology you don't understand?”

“Yes you do, Leelee, Equestrian magic.” Celestia shot her sister a pouting frown for almost squashing Cheerilee’s enjoyment. She placed the Healing Stone back in her pale grey choker and indicated the other two. “These should just be stones. Unremarkable stones. But they aren't. We can use them, because we have magic. And, Lu, usually I'd be the first to agree with you, but after all we've seen? This is real magic, sis.”

Happy as a child on Christmas morning, Cheerilee danced on the dock. “I got magic! I got magic!”

Luna sighed deeply, as her pet seemed immune to her eye roll number three at that moment. “I suppose it does explain away what has happened, but it’s not an explanation I care for. Sounds like some fantasy movie.”

Celestia giggled hard at Cheerilee, before turning her attention to her sister. “It is what it is, Lulu. We've all been exposed to Equestrian magic multiple times over the past several months. The Fall Formal, the Musical Showcase, the Friendship Games, here at camp, I think, and now I know, that every time, we've absorbed the magic we've been exposed to.”

“Can I turn invisible?” asked Cheerilee eagerly and, with all the possibilities of that running through her mind, she started to concentrate very hard indeed.

“I do hope not,” Luna shuddered, “the naughty factor will skyrocket…”

“I think you'd need a special stone for that, Leelee,” Celestia explained, “the centaurs use them for that purpose, stealth. They call them Air Stones.”

Wearing a disappointed pout that didn’t go at all well with her dress, Cheerilee sat down heavily on the dock. Helpfully, Luna patted her head. “There go her dreams of sneaking up on my feet. How many of those special stones do you have? I take it those are some in the choker?”

“I have three. Healing, Language and Dreams. There are eight schools in total.”

Straightaway, Cheerilee stopped pouting and looked at Luna. Luna, in turn, shared a very meaningful look with her girlfriend and pet. Both women happened to be thinking the same thing. “Was that dream we interrupted just a dream or were you with him in a shared dream?”

“It was a shared dream. I was with Moonsilver in the forest. He has the twin to this stone, they're linked. It's how I've been seeing him.”

Now, Luna sat up straight. She was very interested in this little nugget. “You know I'm doing a thesis on the dreamscape,” she paused and held up a hand as she had seen her sister about to speak, “I will not ask for your stone as it has meaning to you. Should you get another pair, and everyone knows that they will go to me and Leelee, then that would be nice.”

“I'm sure I can get two for you, Lu.” Celestia replied confidently. She saw no issue getting the stones for her sister’s use. “I'm seeing Silvy next week.” She then stretched and sighed, seeing the sun getting low in the evening sky. “Ready to go home, now you know I'm not making it all up?”

“You're a good story teller, Tia, but this is far too believable.” Luna stood and then she helped her sister to her feet. In doing so she couldn’t help but glance up and down at the birthday suit her sibling was wearing so proudly. “Not to put a damper on the party, but are you riding home dressed like that?”

At that moment, Celestia looked down at her very naked self and realised just how naked she was. Which was very, but for her choker and cast. “I suppose I should dress. I don't want the young men creaming their pants, do I?” She took a few moments, but she eventually managed to dress herself in just the skimpy Brazilian bikini.

Cheerilee’s eyes widened and then they crossed as she watched the older woman adjust the bikini so that it just covered her nipples. She liked. Very much indeed. “Oh, can I have one of those?” she asked, making Luna giggle.

“So that is what you got at Rarity's?” Luna asked, though it wasn’t much of a question. “Very nice. I think Leelee will look good in that, only a nice navy blue one.” Hearing that, that she would be getting one very soon, Cheerilee clapped her hands excitedly.

“I'm glad I got this now,” Celestia giggled. Luna led the way from the dock back to the parking lot. As Cheerilee was bringing up the rear, the white skinned woman made a show of wiggling her rear, knowing full well the effect it would have on her.

“It does show off your assets!” Cheerilee exclaimed, quickly she covered her mouth when she realised she had spoken out of turn. Luna just grinned, now she had ammunition to spank her with later. Like she needed an excuse.

“That's the idea, Leelee!” Celestia giggled like an overgrown schoolgirl and she made a show of getting in the passenger seat of her station wagon, purely for her friend’s benefit. As it turned out, it was a nice and pleasant ride home. Both Luna and Cheerilee asked a few light probing questions about centaurs, and about the sex. Mainly they asked about the sex. All about the sex. Size, colour, position, time taken, the amount of orgasms… Both of them genuinely accepted what Celestia told them. After almost an hour’s drive and lots of questions, Celestia giggled as the car pulled into the driveway of the one storey villa she shared with her sister on the far side of Canterville amidst the trees.

Getting out of the old car, Cheerilee was still trying to process what she had been told regarding Moonsilver’s fourteen inch length and the amount Celestia had taken inside her. “I look at it as a challenge!” she declared as she opened the door for her boss to get out.

“A challenge I intend to work towards.” Luna stated with determination as she led the three of them up to the well-kept white villa. She was happy to be home, even though it was summer it was starting to get quite chilly now it was late in the evening.

“By the way, Leelee, his sister's a sub too,” said Celestia with a smile as she got to her door. All of a sudden, a thought occurred to her, almost out of nowhere. A memory of the fuchsia vibrator she currently had in her bag. “Oh, Lu, I ah, I have something for you in my bag.”

Having stepped a foot through the door, Luna kicked off her open toed sandals, much to Cheerilee’s delight. “Buggy whip, riding crop, paddle?”

“Fuchsia vibrator, very slightly used.”

Luna took it from her heavily blushing sister while her pet closed the door behind them. “Nice that it finally found its way home. Thank you, sis.”

When she was beckoned with a small finger motion, Cheerilee approached her Mistress and took the vibrator in her hands. Curiously she gave it a deep sniff and, when she found it didn’t smell like Celestia, she gave it a tentative lick, only to discover its taste. “Did he use it on you?”

“No,” with that admission, Celestia’s blush only deepened. “My Master's friend, Honeyside kept it safe, inside her. Master's eagle took it, the other night.”

Again, Cheerilee licked the tip of the toy. “Tastes normal.”

Stood in the entrance hall, Celestia was about to apologise for Rehanos having taken the toy when her sister turned and waved it aside like it was nothing. There was no sense in making a thing out of that now, not after everything she had learnt that day. The discovery that she now possessed Equestrian magic sort of put things into perspective. Besides, she had the toy back. So it was all good. She pointed one hand to the kitchen while the other swatted Cheerilee towards her bedroom. “Leftovers are in the fridge. We will see you in the morning.”

While she microwaved what was left of a half-pound burger and fries meal back up to temperature, Celestia took out the Image Stone and used it to stare longingly at her handsome Master. As she ate though, she had an idea. She requested “Moonsilver’s family” and smiled at the image of him stood beside his sister, Dawnglow.

Her meal eaten, she walked on through to her own bedroom, ignoring the pained and pleasured squeals that came from behind her sister’s closed door. After the events that had transpired, she was looking forward to laying on her bed and, with thoughts of her Master’s hand slapping her fat ass and groping her huge breasts, as well as his cock penetrating all the way inside her, she intended to masturbate herself unconscious.

However, when she walked into her bedroom, she discovered one last surprise. Her bedroom window, which she always left open, was wider open than usual. The drawers of her dresser were pulled out, the neatly folded contents spilled on the carpeted floor. Similarly, she found her closet had been ransacked as well. All her panties and most of her bras seemed to have been stolen. At first, she feared she had been burgled by some pervert, until she saw a very familiar note left on her bed.

Snatching up the parchment, she read it, smiled and read it again.

“My dearest Celestia,

I understand the importance of clothing to humans, but I believe you wear far too any layers.

I have instructed Rehanos to take as many undergarments as he could find from your home. When next we meet I expect you to wear none of these things. You must avoid wearing them at all times if you can. They hide your natural scent and beauty.

Your Master,
Moonsilver.”

Principal Celestia smiled and climbed into bed with a slight blush at the prospect. That was a command she was more than happy to live with.

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