“Finally, it's curfew!” Vice Principal Luna sighed, sounding a lot like a child who had been counting down the seconds on Christmas Eve until it was finally Christmas Day and time to open her presents. In a way, she was. Not that the wait in her cabin with Cheerilee had been laborious, far from it. The three hour massage that her pet had given to her feet was nothing short of magical. Still, the clock had felt like it was going backwards. “I do hope my sister’s doing okay out there, Leelee.”

“She said she'd message if there was a problem, Mistress,” Cheerilee smiled as she ran her talented fingers and thumbs over the raised soles of Luna’s perfect feet, feet she simply adored lavishing attention on. While three hours was not, in her opinion, enough for a full and proper worship, she hoped, as she kissed each of her toes, that Luna was satisfied.

Seconds after Cheerilee had spoken though, Luna’s cell phone beeped, alerting them both to the arrival of a new photo message. When she opened it up, Luna discovered it was a selfie of her sister and Moonsilver both posing together with the impressive view of Raven’s Peak in the background. “Okay,” she laughed showing her lover the picture, “There’s no problem except we need a better selfie. I think the lake would be a good place for it.”

As the sun went down, just shy of lowering itself past the horizon, Cheerilee agreed. “I'm sure we can equal that, though I will say that's the best sunset I've seen in a long time.”

Luna couldn’t resist, not when she had been set up so perfectly. Sitting up on the bed she had been laid on for the past three hours, she gave Cheerilee her very best deadpan look, the one she reserved for students who dared to park in the faculty lot. “My sister looks nothing like Sunset. Moonsilver’s much closer with his pony gear.”

“Ha de ha. Ha. Ha.” Cheerilee treated Luna to her third best eye roll, the one that stopped students in their tracks when they were trying to take a book out without checking it first. “I suppose I walked into that, didn’t I?”

“You may wear your collar, and some sandals. I don't want your feet hurt.” Luna said as she checked the time one last time. Getting up from the bed, she donned her extremely tiny dark blue bikini that left absolutely nothing to anyone’s imagination before slipping her bare feet into a pair of teasing sandals.

“Thank you Mistress!” Springing to her feet, Cheerilee pecked Luna's cheek before she too put on her open toed sandals. Since she was already wearing nothing but her dark blue collar, she was good to go.

Making a pose, Luna saw that her pet’s gaze was drifting downwards to her feet and, smirking, she walked past her to the door and motioned for her to follow. Cheerilee, with her eyes still locked on Luna's feet, walked behind her Mistress, not concerned in the slightest that she was outside wearing almost nothing at all. It was a beautiful late summer evening, hardly any breeze at all. When they got near the dock, Luna said, “Leelee, we can either play at the end of the dock, to the right on the sandy beach area, or to the left in the grassy area with a few trees. Your choice.”

She knew which one Cheerilee would choose. The one she wanted her to choose. Her lover was so easy to read.

Cheerilee wasn’t stupid. While all those options were perfectly fine, she knew full well which one she was expected to choose. That it was the one she would have chosen anyway was just a bonus. “Right at the end of the dock, please Mistress. Sand gets in my everywhere…”

The smile she got from Luna was worth a hundred diamonds. Cheerilee smiled, her lover was so easy to read.

Appreciatively, Luna patted Cheerilee’s head, “I’m a fortunate Mistress indeed to have such an intelligent pet.” Without looking back, the dominant woman walked out to the end of the dock that she was sure would endure in everyone’s memory for the number of times it had been destroyed and rebuilt by her students. Following Luna obediently, Cheerilee was glad it was a nice warm evening. Pointing at a piling at the very end of the dock on the right side, Luna directed traffic. “Lean against that, I want your legs spread, knees bent so your feet are close to your ass.”

“Yes Mistress!” Cheerilee was only too happy to obey her dominant and, as she got in position, she wore a wide smile and knelt on the dock, she placed her hands behind her back.

While she hadn’t ordered her to place her hands behind her back, Luna was nonetheless pleased. She admired the way her partner went out of her way to please her. Sitting on the dock, in front of her pet, Luna dipped her right foot into the lake before shaking the excess water off. “Now to see if we can do a better selfie.” She moved her foot between Cheerilee's open legs and played with her slit moving her toes in and up and down until she inserted part of her foot.

When she was satisfied they were ready, Luna laid back and she held her phone so that the camera could capture both of them and she took a photo which she fired off to her big sister. Cheerilee looked straight at the camera and, as her Mistress took a second picture, she smiled and she let out a pleasured sigh, spreading her legs just a little further and she sank lower on Luna's foot so that her toes entered her properly. “Ooooh yeeeah…”

Happy that she had, for the moment at least, upstaged her sister, Luna set her phone down safely on the dock where it was in no danger of going for an impromptu swim. “Now that that’s out of the way, I want your toes in me, Leelee. First to cum is the loser.”

“I understand, Mistress,” Cheerilee giggled in anticipation, because they had played this game before, many times, and the fuchsia submissive had lost every time. ‘Doesn’t stop me from enjoying the game though…’ she thought as she adjusted her position so she could press her own well-cared for toes into Luna's snatch.

Luna knew perfectly well that her girlfriend loved doing this to her almost as much as Cheerilee got off on it being done to her. Smirking deviously, the Vice Principal moved her foot in and out, up and down and, going straight for the kill, she aimed to capture Cheerilee's hard clitoris. For her part, Cheerilee did try to give as good as she got, but the moment that her clit was trapped between Luna's big toe and the toe next to it, she came hard, squirting all over her foot. “Victory is mine!” Luna crowed.

“One...day...” Cheerilee panted after riding her climax, “I'll win…you just see…”

“I don't know about that,” Luna giggled, though her giggles turned to low moans as Cheerilee kept rubbing her pussy with her foot, slipping those talented toes in and out of her own sopping wet tunnel. Cheerilee knew how her lover liked to play dirty and, when she sensed she was close to cumming, she rubbed her big toe around Luna's clitoris, flicking the hard nub with her nails. “Leeleeeleeeeleeeeeeeleeeeeeee!” she screamed seconds later, “W-Well pl-played pet,” she panted for breath, “but my foot is a mess…” she waved it scant centimetres from the transfixed submissive’s face, “Whatever should I do?”

Cheerilee was cross eyed, the foot was so close. She licked her lips as she saw the ejaculate dripping down from the toes down over her sole. “M-May I lick it clean, Mistress, please?” she was almost too afraid to ask, in case Luna said no.

As it happened, Cheerilee needn’t have worried. “Brilliant!” Luna clapped her hands, “You may, my sweet Leelee!”

“Thank you Mistress!” no sooner had permission been given than Cheerilee, who had what Luna described as her ‘Christmas Day’ look about her, took a hold of her dominant partner’s soiled foot and licked it slowly from the heel all the way up to her toes. Preliminary lick done, Cheerilee pressed her lips against the soft sole of Luna’s foot, sticking her tongue out and tasting her heel. Luna’s sole was exceptionally soft, Cheerilee’s nose poking into the wrinkles of her arch. Cheerilee licked past her heel, placing her mouth in the arch, trying to capture some of the wet wrinkles between her lips, feeling her Mistress’s foot twitch against her tongue.

Sighing happily, Luna took her pet’s wet foot and started to massage it. Letting out a lust filled moan, Cheerilee steeled herself, staring down at the perfectly pedicured little toes, her heart fluttering at the sight. She started back at the heel and dragged her tongue all the way up Luna’s foot, earning a squeak from the older woman, which encouraged her to keep going. Cheerilee went back after her delicious, soft arch, approaching it more gently. She pressed her lips against it in a small kiss, flicking her tongue over each individual wrinkle, placing the flat of her tongue fully against the sole. Tasting her own juices there, Cheerilee opened her mouth a little wider, pushing her lips into the delicate skin, massaging it with her tongue.

Luna couldn’t hold back her voice, alternating between little moans and giggles, her face full of awe that no matter how many times her lover did this to her, it felt simply amazing every single time. Luna felt her toes twitching as Cheerilee’s nose poked and prodded beneath them, her slit imitating them and twitching with her increasing arousal. When she finished, Luna tapped her nose with her toes. “My other foot feels so lonely, Leelee…”

“Allow me, Mistress!” Cheerilee was panting as she took up Luna's other foot and Luna felt a shiver roll up her spine as her pet flicked her tongue underneath her smaller toes. Cheerilee then took the ball of her foot between her lips, nipping at it, her nose bumping into Luna’s big toe and catching her attention. Bringing her hand up to help, Cheerilee gently held her Mistress’s foot, pressing her thumbs into her sole in a firm massage, working on the delicate tendon within as she opened her mouth, placing her tongue against her big toes and enveloping it, suckling it much to Luna’s delight.

Taking up Cheerilee's other foot, Luna gave both of her lover’s feet as good a foot rub as she was getting. After a few moments of that, Cheerilee erupted, her cum gushing like a geyser all over the dock. Watching the show, Luna couldn’t help but giggle. “My pet loves her feet rubbed?” it was a thoroughly rhetorical question and, as she murmured that she did love it – which was all she could reply, given that her mouth was filled with five toes – Luna relaxed and enjoyed the attention she was getting.

Moments later when Cheerilee removed the perfect foot from her mouth, she said, “Damn Lu I love your feet...” and gulped down lungfuls of much needed air.

“I have an idea,” Luna said with a sly grin. “Now that you've heated me up,” she stood up and removed the few strips of material that barely qualified as a bikini, “Let's have a swim!”

“Oh, you are so on!” as Luna jumped from the end of the dock and performed a perfect dive into the water, Cheerilee wasn’t far behind, though her entrance to the water was more of a cannonball than a dive.

Once they were both in the water, Luna swam up for a kiss and then she backed away out of kissing range. “A game! Using only feet and legs, scissor me.” She was pleased to see that Cheerilee was up for playing. Luna helped by floating on her back and not resisting her pet as she moved into her. It was a little awkward, but Cheerilee managed to float herself over to and ‘docked’ between those long dark blue legs. “No race this time,” she reassured her, “but mutual pleasure.”

To demonstrate, Luna ground herself against Cheerilee’s crotch. She placed her upper leg so that it was crushing her pet’s left breast to wrap behind her head. Luna's lower leg came up Cheerilee's side to crush the right breast and she presented her toes for suckling. “Ye-Yes Mistress…” Cheerilee thrust her hips and ground their crotches together and, immediately, she took advantage of Luna’s toes, licking each one in turn. Likewise, Luna sucked on her pet’s toes if any came in range, which they did. “Oooooh god yeeees!” she didn't bother about being quiet, she was getting too into what they were doing.

After several too short minutes, Cheerilee began to pant and groan in the cool lake water. “I'm gonna cum...Oh fuck Lu I'm gonna cuuuum!” she screamed, not for a moment ceasing in her grinding against Luna's pussy. Hearing that, the dominant woman ground her crotch even harder to ensure that they came together. “Ooooh...ooooOOH LUUUUUNA!”

“FuuuuuuUUUUUUCK LEEEEEEELEEEEEEEEE!” Luna screamed into the night a split second later, squeezing her lower body around her lover as she too reached her climax. “L-Le-Leelee!” she panted breathlessly, “I love you!”

“I love you, Lu!”

Luna just adored the way her lover screamed that for the whole camp full of graduates to – possibly – hear. Moments later though, the Vice Principal noticed a light from one of the cabins as a door opened and quickly closed a couple of minutes later. Smiling, she swam over to hug Cheerilee, “I think we may have some curfew breakers in our midst.”

Cheerilee giggled softly and, as she kissed Luna’s cheek, she said, “Do you think it's those seven?”

“I hope so,” Luna replied with a giggle in her voice, “or at least Sunset the pony girl. Although, all of them can be fun.” She then had a most wistful look on her face, “I do so wish I had been home when they visited Tia…”

“Lu,” Cheerilee whispered into her lover’s ear, “I'd really like to watch what they do, especially Sunset and Applejack,” she kissed her again, an idea coming to her, “let’s hide under the dock, we can see through the gaps!”

Luna’s eyes shone with love and admiration in equal measure. “Brilliant!”

~ ~ ~

Now that the sun had properly gone down and dusk had well and truly descended upon Camp Everfree, nobody saw the seven teens as they made their way along the edges of the campsite to the dock. Nobody that is, except for the two women secreted away underneath said dock. At the head of the group Rarity was the first to reach the end of the dock that touched the beach. She noticed, at the end, the discarded bikini, and a moment later so did Pinkie Pie. “Ohhhhhh,” she squealed in mid-bounce, “can I have that?”

Rarity smiled to herself, for she had a very shrewd idea just to whom the skimpy dark blue bikini belonged. “I doubt it fits you, darling.” That wasn’t to say she didn’t want to see her pet try.

Pinkie Pie, still wearing her Mistress’s silk ribbons tied around her pudgy body, rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“If I allow it, darling, you can't say anything about them.” Rarity warned. She didn’t get hunches very often, and certainly not to the degree that her generously endowed girlfriend did, but she was very sure about this one. She could tell that Pinkie understood her. Then, Pinkie shot her a most forlorn pout, but Rarity was standing firm. “I mean it. Not. Anything.”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.”

Following close behind them, with Fluttershy at her left, Twilight Sparkle had all her concentration devoted to levitating Rainbow Dash. The athlete was doubly encased, first in her featureless lavender isolation suit and second in Twilight’s powerful magic. As such, the bespectacled teen didn't notice the bikini on the dock. She was more concerned with keeping her human shaped mannequin floating along safely. A quick flash of concentration started the toys that were already inserted in her buzzing on the low setting.

Bringing up the rear were Applejack leading Shimmer by her reins, the former not minding in the least that they were last, and the latter walking with deliberate high steps that she knew the apple farmer liked.

Stepping onto the dock, Rarity motioned with her hand and Pinkie took off towards her prize. Performing an elaborate drop and roll like she was playing a wargame on her X Station games console, Pinkie had the bikini top up and over her head and the bottoms in her mouth. “That will keep her quiet for a bit,” she said as Pinkie turned them over in her mouth like a wine taster presented with a new vintage to try out.

“Strange someone would leave a bikini on the dock,” Fluttershy commented.

“Shall we call it a night when she topples over?” Twilight said as she carefully set Rainbow down on her feet. The buzzing sound coming from the isolation suit increased ever so slightly when she cancelled her magic. “And what's this about a bikini?”

In answer to her question, Rarity pointed to Pinkie who was wearing a bikini top hopelessly too small for her tied up breasts and chewing on ‘something’. “It seems one of the swimmers must have left that behind.”

“Ooooh my gosh...” Twilight found herself openly gawking at Pinkie Pie and the way too small top, a top that had as much chance at covering her massive mammaries as she did at winning the Running of the Leaves marathon. Since she was turned on, she used the remote control and turned the dildo and butt plug in her pet up to medium, earning a squeak from within the suit.

“Twilight, darling,” Rarity asked, “did you leave it?”

“No, it's not mine, Rarity.” Twilight replied just as Applejack led Shimmer onto the dock, the horsehoes on the bottom of her hoof boots clopping loudly in the otherwise quiet and still evening. “Mine are a dark purple, not blue.”

“Hmm…” Rarity mused, mostly to herself, “Obviously too big for your pet, too small for Shy, so…AJ?”

Hearing her name mentioned, Applejack looked across from petting Shimmer's mane, all curious over the mystery item of clothing. “Nah, Rares, not mine. It ain't got an apple on it,” she stated as if that sealed the matter.

“Neither has Shimmer,” Twilight pointed out, “and she belongs to you.” Applejack just rolled rolled her eyes at that and returned to petting her snickering pony’s red and yellow mane.

Swaying over to Fluttershy, Rarity gently nuzzled her friend’s ear in an effort to get her into action. “I believe you're still in charge, or at least until Dashie falls over.”

“Oh, yes, in charge…” Fluttershy shivered excitedly, a wonderfully familiar tingle running up and down the normally timid girl’s spine. It was a tingle she had learned to love over the past few months. “I've only ever been in charge with Dagi though.”

“That sounds like experience to me,” Rarity said with a shrug of her shoulders, “Really, it’s just a matter of; do you want Pinks to make me scream, or do you want AJ make Shimmer scream.” The designer then giggled, “I’m sure Dashie is screaming on the inside until Twi makes her topple.”

Looking around at her friends, Fluttershy’s eyes lit up in a completely adorable manner, one that made Rarity think on what she was like at home with her kitten. “Oh!” she had an idea. One that tickled her burgeoning dominant aspect no end, “I should very much like to see you make Pinkie scream, please Rarity. I want to see her curly hair stand on end. Shimmer, I want you to please make Jackie scream your name out loud.”

None of them had been expecting that. All four close friends looked to each other as if they were silently asking if it was allowed, almost. Rarity was the first to take the plunge, as it were. “Well, Jackie, it seems we have no choice.” She then turned to Pinkie, “I’m sorry my love, you'll have to spit those out.” Pinkie, for her part, was a little stunned at the role reversal and she spat out the bottoms.

Somewhat relieved, Fluttershy clapped her hands excitedly, “Thank you!”

Tugging on her pony’s reins, Applejack chuckled, “The things we do fer harmony and all that jazz, huh? C'mon Shimmer, y'all heard the lady.” Under the dock, Cheerilee shared a look with Luna and she had to stuff her hand in her mouth to keep from laughing, because Fluttershy was so adorable.

Lifting up her skirt, Rarity skilfully removed her panties, making sure to flash her bare ass at the others as she motioned Pinkie closer to her. “Let me remove the arm restraints for you dear,” As Pinkie turned around, Rarity removed just the silk ribbon holding her forearms secure and leaving the rest as they were. She then whispered in Pinkie's ear, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

When Pinkie nodded her head vigorously, Rarity stopped worrying. A little. “On your back then, darling.” Now her arms were freed, it was easier for Pinkie to get on her back. Rarity then followed her, getting in the classic 69 position when she swung her leg over her pet’s head. Fluttershy had told her to make Pinkie scream. Working her fingers slowly into her pudgy lover’s vagina, she knew just how she was going to accomplish that.

Using just her fingers, she made sure to keep her perfect ass raised up. Rarity hesitated just as she slipped her thumb inside the baker’s hot tunnel, for she had never done that in front of an audience before. Lowering her ass down to rest on Pinkie’s face, Rarity pressed her fingers into her again and she felt Pinkie shudder. Her fingers quested deeper. Pinkie sighed. Rarity’s hand passed her lips. She barely held back a moan. The muscles of her arm stretched the walls of her pet’s plump pussy as she went deeper. Pinkie Pie groaned heavily.

As Rarity stroked her insides with her fingertips and then slid them along the ridges of her walls, Pinkie gasped and bit into a pillow that had dropped from her hair. “Oh goodness Mistress! It’s like you’re massaging my insides!”

Rarity rubbed, stroked, and fingered; driving Pinkie wild. Her voice quavered as she moaned, her walls clenching up around her lover’s thrusting arm. “Are you ready my love?” Rarity asked, kissing her pet’s hard throbbing clit.

“Hm, yes please, yes, do it,” Pinkie moaned.

Inside her, Rarity made a fist of her delicate hand and began pumping her arm. Pinkie gasped, her back arching. Rarity kept the rhythm slow and steady. Her arm slid in all the way to her elbow and back out to her slender wrist. Pinkie Pie grunted as her Mistress thrust faster, her fist almost hitting her cervical wall. Her pudgy body bucked and she clenched around the thrusting arm. “Yes,” she moaned long and low.

Rarity flexed her arm inside her pet. Her forearm bulged slightly, stretching out her walls even farther. Pinkie screamed with pleasure. Rarity could feel her fluids build up around her fist as she reached orgasm. Pinkie’s pussy clenched painfully tight against the intruding arm, trying to suck it farther in. With all her skill, Rarity slowly withdrew her arm. Fluids gushed out of Pinkie’s slit as Rarity’s hand came away and she screamed with another intense orgasm.

Pinkie Pie panted heavily. Her body was weak. She lay there limply on the cushion while Applejack, not one to be outdone in what she saw as a challenge, effortlessly got Shimmer on her back on the dock. Then when she was in position, the farmer straddled her pony's face, facing towards her pussy. “Get to lickin, girl,” Applejack commanded and, without waiting, she ground her snatch over Shimmer’s nose.

“Oh my!” Fluttershy exclaimed. Having just spent ten minutes watching Rarity fist Pinkie to a screaming orgasm, she was now treated to Applejack roughly ride herself over Shimmer’s nose and face. She slumped down, using a low post on the dock like a stool, had her skirt up to her thighs and was busy rubbing one out as Twilight, beside her, turned the butt plug in Rainbow’s rear up high. She left the dildo on medium and she had her hand in her own shorts.

Watching under the dock, Cheerilee, like Fluttershy and Twilight, had her hand buried up to the second knuckle in her pussy, biting her lip as she saw, through the gaps in the wood, Sunset licking furiously at Applejack’s glistening snatch. Quietly, Luna whispered to her, “I'll bet you a foot massage that Applejack is a squirter…”

Just as softly, through a bitten lip, Cheerilee replied, “I'll take that bet and add in a tongue wash that they're all screamers…”

“C'mon Shimmer, there ya go girl!” Applejack screamed out loud as, though her girlfriend was eating her out for all she was worth, the farmer was riding her face like it was the saddle of a rodeo bronco. “Wohooooo yeeeehaaaaaaw!” she screamed as she squirted out a flood of her cum, grinding hard on Shimmer’s face and giving her pony some more special mane shampoo.

Nearing her own climax, Fluttershy leant close to Twilight, her hand thrusting into her pussy and the other groping her not insubstantial breast, “I want to see you make her fly!”

“You got it, Shy…” Only too happy to oblige, Twilight turned up both toys right up to full power and immediately she was rewarded with a series of very loud, very lewd, squeaks and moans from the lavender isolation suit. To her credit, Rainbow Dash endured the intense sensations buzzing through the core of her being for almost two minutes before she hopped in place and, when she at last came, wobbled on her feet like a screaming weeble wobble toy.

As Twilight levitated the still buzzing and still screaming Rainbow into the air, Fluttershy got herself off and Applejack slumped down with all her weight on Shimmer’s face. “Wh-Whoa nelly...” she gasped, because she pony was still licking her out.

Having recovered from their exploits, Rarity removed the extra bikini top that Pinkie was wearing and she dropped it next to the well chewed pair of bottoms on the dock. “But...” Pinkie didn’t have very long to look disappointed though, because Rarity picked up her own discarded panties and placed them in her pet’s mouth. “There you go, my love.”

Twilight didn’t notice Pinkie’s wide smile. Her eyes were scrunched up tight as she got herself off. As she came, her own ejaculate spattering on the dock, her magic faltered and Rainbow, suit and all, almost landed on her side had Fluttershy not been on hand to catch her at the last second. “Phew...” Twilight groaned, “th-that was intense!”

After Rarity had licked her fist clean, she whispered in Pinkie’s ear, “Where are they, dear?”

Around the panties in her mouth, Pinkie mumbled, “Three boards to your right, Mistress…”

Smirking, Rarity kissed Pinkie’s lips and got up onto her feet. “Satisfied with the show, Shy?”

“Oh yes!” Fluttershy clapped her hands delightedly, “Yes, it's been a brilliant show, thank you all!”

“Well,” Applejack heaved herself up to her feet, mostly to allow her pony to take a breath of air that wasn’t flavoured by her pussy, “Ah guess we’d best be getting back before we're caught out.”

“Yes!” Twilight staggered to her feet, carrying Rainbow, whose toys were still buzzing on their high setting. While she was just starting to break the rules, well rules were rules. “I think Dashie can come out. She's done ever so well this evening.”

Quietly, Rarity moved over the dock until she was on the three boards to the gap and, without a word of explanation, the fashionista suddenly squatted down and proceeded to take a piss. Quite frankly it was the most unladylike thing the others had ever seen Rarity perform, ever. Underneath the dock, Luna moved as soon as Rarity squatted leaving Cheerilee to take it.

Like Twilight, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Sunset, Applejack was as stunned as if a teacher had just announced a pop quiz on a subject they had never studied for. Unlike them, the farmer managed to find her voice. “Wh-What the... Rares?” she found it hard to speak though as her friend was still urinating.

“When nature calls, one must answer her, Jackie.”

Cheerilee, who had not been paying attention, because she had been looking at Applejack and Sunset, squeaked loudly as the stream of hot pee spattered on her head and shoulders, “H-Heeey!” Then, her eyes went wide, “Ooops…” she then pouted at Luna, who was laughing at her fit to burst.

“Is someone under there?” Twilight looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a mack truck, “I definitely heard a squeak!”

“We are so busted!” all the dominance had left Fluttershy, leaving her once more the shy and timid teen, while inexplicably, Pinkie was laughing around the panties in her mouth.

Seconds later, now that the game was up, Luna and Cheerilee emerged from under the dock. Luna was laughing like the overgrown child she was deep down and Cheerilee, despite ducking under the lakewater, stepped out onto the dock smelling faintly of pee with an adorably frowny pout on her face. “Hello ladies,” she gave them all her best librarian glare.

“It’s good to see that at least one of you is in fashion,” Rarity addressed the collar that Cheerilee was wearing.

“You're in a collar!” Twilight squealed happily, only now noticing it, even though the teacher wore it all the time under her usual school clothes. “Oh my gosh, Miss Cheerilee!”

Cheerilee’s death glare turned to an easy going smile, “Well spotted, Twilight.”

Appreciatively, Luna ran her fingers over the collar which just so happened to blend in very well against her hand dark blue hand. “She’s a very beautiful pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Cheerilee’s smile turned to an expression of pride.

Twilight, staring open mouthed, had just enough presence of mind about her to turn down the toys that were buzzing away on high in Rainbow Dash. That sudden change made the ‘human weeble’ topple over. Luckily this time, Twilight caught her before she hit the deck – or the dock. “Um...Vice Principal Luna, do you mind if we go back to the cabin? I need to get Dashie out, she’s had enough.”

Luna delved into her repertoire of glares and chose the one she saved for when Mr. Cranky Doodle ‘accidentally’ used her coffee mug. “Are you seven aware there’s a curfew?” when they all nodded their heads, she continued, “Good. Then off you go back to your cabin.” She waved them on their way just as her glare became a smile.

Cheerilee placed her hand in her girlfriend’s and squeezed it tight, intertwining their fingers together. “Lu, that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen…”

“Well, pee is rather warm…” Luna chuckled as she picked up her chewed and cold bikini bottoms and her discarded top. “I think we can walk back as is, my love.”

~ ~ ~

High up on Raven’s Peak, Celestia and Moonsilver were laid on their bed in the tree cabin, both enjoying what was a beautiful late summer morning. They had both woken up, unhurried by schedule or responsibility, wrapped in each other’s arms as the warm sunlight shone through the wide door. Having spent the better part of twenty minutes or so just kissing and cuddling, they showed no immediate sign of getting up any time soon. “Silver?” Celestia murmured, placing yet another kiss on his cheek.

“Yes,” Moonsilver hardly stirred. Why would he when he had his beloved goddess in his arms? The view outside just could not compare to the beauty that laid beside him. “What is it, my love?”

“I want to play,” she said, and somewhat reluctantly, she sat up. As she did so it struck her completely out of nowhere just how far she had come. Just a few short weeks ago, she was laid on her bed staring up at her ceiling. She remembered how she had felt then, in those dark times. She had felt worn out, fat, ugly, unattractive and old. She stifled a laugh, because then she couldn’t imagine being naked with anyone, let alone her Master. Now, she was still old, and very pudgy, but she didn’t care anymore. Because she was appreciated and loved. “Your pet wants to play. Specifically, can you tie me up?”

Moonsilver laughed, not a mocking laugh, no, he was laughing because he was truly blessed to have such a woman by his side. Not for the first time, he offered up silent praise to Aphrodite for sending her to him. “I can, like a present fit for the gods. How immobile should I tie you up, my love?”

Celestia had been about to describe what she had in mind, when an idea came to her. “Oh, I have an example on my phone, just a moment,” leaning over the side of the bed, she fished in her bag and got it out. Once it was turned on, she quickly scrolled through a handful of photos until she came to one that Luna had taken of Cheerilee wearing a tortoise shell with a crotch rope disappearing between her legs, strategic knots at her clitoris and her anus and her arms behind her back in a box tie. “Can you do that?”

Curiously, Moonsilver looked at the image and when he saw the smiling fuchsia skinned woman looking back at the camera and he recognised a submissive who not only loved but adored their dominant partner. It was a look he saw on Celestia’s face every time she looked at him. It was a look that filled his heart so much it ached. “Do you know her?”

“I do,” Celestia answered, hugging Moonsilver’s strong powerful arm and resting her head on his shoulder. “That's my sister's girlfriend. She loves modelling almost as much as Luna loves showing her off.”

“You're prettier than her,” Moonsilver commented as he stared at the image of the woman on the screen. He had to admit though, she wasn’t without her charms, certainly her proud smiling face was most enduring and attractive. However as he nuzzled Celestia's ear, he was reminded again why he adored her so. He liked his females big and curvy, soft and squishy with folds he could lose himself in. “I can do that,” he stated confidently, “But you do have less limbs than your average centaur…”

“Thank you my love.” Celestia could tell that, when he said she was prettier, he absolutely meant it with all his heart and soul. Not for one second did she suspect him of blowing smoke up her chimney. As a reward, she kissed her way up his neck and along the poll. Then nibbled his ear before she licked the inside.

As he shuddered, Moonsilver flicked his ear. His lady knew just where to put her tongue to get him going! “For that, my beautiful little lady, I'm going to tie you up!”

Aware she was being incredibly naughty, Celestia repeated her ear lick, this time dragging her tongue up from the base to the pointed tip. The game was begun, it was time for her to assume her role and to play her part. “I'm ready, Master.”

Giving another shudder, Moonsilver jumps up from the bed, standing before his love with his hooves spread and his tail swishing. “You vixen!” he declared theatrically, stepping into his role just like Celestia did hers. Although he admittedly wasn't the best at treesinging, Applewood had taught him enough control over the magic in his geode that he could summon enough vines to tie his pet up.

As Moonsilver made a show of gathering up the vines, Celestia giggled playfully behind her hand. “Aren't I a naughty vixen?” she giggled, no, she laughed, and that too surprised her. She had giggled, laughed and smiled so much in the last few weeks that she was sure her face would freeze in a permanent grin. A month ago, she couldn’t imagine smiling ever again.

Bending ever so slightly, Moonsilver gave Celestia a full tongue face lick from her chin up to between her eyes. “You are…” Smirking, he picked her up with a hand over those large fleshy breasts that he loved so much and one from the back between her thick legs. “I think I'll start with these mischievous hands of yours.”

“Mmmmm!” Celestia moaned, her arousal wetting the hand that was between her legs. “They are very mischievous hands, Master.”

“That area is reserved for me, pet.” Squeezing that hand that was between her legs, Moonsilver was rewarded with a delightful squeak from his submissive as he then pulled her hands behind her back and, working quickly but not rushing, he bound them together working his way from her hands all the way up her arms past her elbows.

Shuddering nervously, Celestia realised that Moonsilver wasn’t doing a box tie. She had watched Luna and Cheerilee enough to know that what he was doing was an arm binder. ‘Oh my…’ she thought as he looped a vine over her shoulders. She felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, though she tried to hide it with her smile.

Working with an assuredness that came from practise, Moonsilver switched to his pet’s lower legs next with the same binding starting at her bare feet and ending at just below her knees. As he tied each perfect diamond, he was ready, keeping her her steady every time it looked like she might wobble. “Hhhhnf...” Celestia grunted, getting very damp indeed between her tightly tied together legs. Now she was immobile, it was all getting very real. When Moonsilver’s hands roamed freely over her body, it got very hot, as well. Next, he created a body harness, the vines making a shell around Celestia in such a way that it would support her weight when suspended. “Aaaaahn...” she moaned, fully aroused, though she flashed that hopefully confident smile once more. ‘So this is what it feels like...’

When he was satisfied that his lady was tied properly, securely and most of all, safely, Moonsilver stepped back for a moment to admire his handiwork. Truly, she was the most beautiful creature that drew breath! ‘By the Forest, I’m so lucky…’ He caressed her face, sealing her smile with his palm, “I think I know just what to do with you.”

Curiously, Celestia watched when he began to tie more vines to the harness, specifically to four points on her front. He started at each shoulder and then he tied vines to each of her hips. “And aaaah…what do they do, exactly?” In truth, she had a very good idea what they were for, it didn’t take a genius to work it out. She just wanted that calm, reassuring, dominant voice to tell her.

Moonsilver chose to answer her question by wordlessly running the vines out and then he placed a stout four foot wide stick between the shoulder vines and again between the vines at her hips. He felt her wide eyes following his every movement as he then joined them together and looped the join over a vine that was hanging from the ceiling and fused them together. “Still wondering, pet?”

No, Celestia wasn’t wondering any longer. Although, she had always known what they were for and what was going to happen next. “You're going to suspend me, aren't you, Master?”

When Moonsilver sang, the vine moved up and, for good measure the pale grey centaur made sure Celestia didn't hit her head on the way from vertical to horizontal. He was fairly sure that such a happenstance would, as they say, ruin the mood. He stopped her when she was roughly three feet above the ground, suspended belly up and her head easily able to fall back. Perfect. “Nice view from here, pet.”

He was not referring to Raven’s Peak.

Upside down, from her perspective, Celestia looked at her Master’s crotch which just happened to be at her eye level. “It’s not a bad view from here either, Master.”

She was definitely not referring to Raven’s Peak.

As he played with Celestia’s beautiful full fleshy breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples around until they became hard as bullets and just as big, Moonsilver felt his stallionhood slip from its sheath and grow by the second until it was standing hard and ready. He casually strode around her, making sure she got a full view of his fourteen inch member. “I’m so very glad you approve,” he said in his deep voice as he squeezed those nipples, “Can you guess what’s next?”

“Yo-You're aaaaaaAAAAH…you’re going to use my mouth to pleasure yourself, Master?” There was a hopeful eagerness that Celestia couldn’t quite banish from her voice, not that she wanted to, even if she could.

“Such a smart filly you are, my pet.” Bearing a smile on his equine face, Moonsilver stepped through the first gap under the branch and he used his hands to swing Celestia so that she could get close enough to barely lick him, but no closer. He did so like playing with his food. When she was close enough, Celestia stuck her tongue out and just managed to lick at the tip of the centaur’s hard cock. She couldn’t help but whine in frustration when she couldn't get more.

Several more swings like that, and Celestia’s frustrated whimpers were naut but music to his ears. On yet another swing, try as she might to take him into her wet and willing maw, all she was able to do was touch his flat head. “Hhhhnf...damn...” she grunted, again denied her prize when she was so very close!

While he could have continued teasing her like this all day long, Moonsilver suspected, as he stopped the swinging and stepped through the next opening, that when he eventually released her, he would pay for it. Now, closer, the head of his turgid cock was but an inch from her mouth. “Happy now?”

All at once, Celestia was assailed by the hot musky scent of his heavy swinging balls and the sight of the penis that was as long and wide as her forearm. Not a bad place to be suspended, she surmised with a smile. “Yes Master, I’m very happy…” to show it, she stuck out her tongue and licked at all she could reach, savoring the taste of his scent as she washed his wide flat head.

Smirking, Moonsilver pushed her back to that she lost all contact with him. “Still happy?”

“No,” Celestia deadpanned under Moonsilver’s belly and, to show him just how ‘not happy’ she was, she used her teeth to nip at his short belly fur quite hard so that he could get a sense of the pout on her face.

“Ouch,” Moonsilver exclaimed, though she no more hurt him than if he had stubbed his hoof in the forest, “such a bitty mare you are. I should gag you to stop that…”

‘In for a penny, in for a pound...’ Celestia thought and, snickering underneath him, she nipped him again just as hard to see if he would follow through with his threat.

“Enough!” Moonsilver declared firmly in a tone that would countenance no such further behaviour. Though his tone had been stern, when he swung her forwards and she made contact, he gently swung her back and forth so as to allow her dictate how deep she was willing and able to go. Appearances were one thing, his lover’s safety was quite another.

Since she had been practising her oral technique at home, on her sister’s largest dildo, a ten inch specimen that had a suction cup on the end that she could stick to the wall of her bedroom, Celestia surprised Moonsilver as she managed to get him deeper in her mouth than she had before. Slathering her tongue around his majestic shaft, she even took his head into her throat.

“MmMMmmmm Ce-Cel-Celestia…” Moonsilver allowed himself to moan as she pleasured him. Though it appeared that he was swinging her to fuck her face, he let her signal with a tight clamp of her lips when it was time to move her back again. The centaur swung her back and forth on his dick but never all the way off.

After several moments, he almost blew his load when she took another few inches of him into her tight wet throat. Only by a suprememe act of will did he pull her off so she could breathe. Not all the way though oh no, he used his flaring head against her teeth to push her back on.

“AAAaaaAAAH!” Celestia gasped as she sucked in a huge and much-needed lungful of air. She was about to take another when he slid her back down his throbbing fuckstick like she was a human shaped fleshlight. “MmmMMMMM! Mmmm!” Celestia moaned as the breath was quite literally fucked out of her through her nose. Not that Celestia minded, she was focused on giving him a very wet and sloppy oral treat, drool and slobber leaking out of her mouth down over her face.

So distracted was Moonsilver as he desperately tried to hold back his climax, that he failed to notice a series of heavy and deliberate hoof steps from outside of the tree cabin. Although, it had to be said, he was so lost in his world of sensation right then, that a freight train could have sneaked up on him.

Outside, Equinox, who had been intent on meeting his son’s partner, looked inside and he had to do a double take at what he saw. Namely, the sight of his oldest offspring screwing the face off of the tied up and suspended human. Looking harder purely out of curiosity, he could see the obscene bulge in her throat. He walked inside and wasn’t surprised that neither of them noticed his presence, even when, with a thud, he set the case of beers down on the table.

Or so he had thought.

“Father,” Moonsilver said in a most strained voice, though he didn’t stop swinging Celestia up and down his cock, “H-How nice t-to see you…”

Celestia all but had a heart attack. “UUUuuuuUUUK?” she gasped and spluttered, which just served to make her cough more drool down over her face, slicking her hair to her head and spattering on the floor. However she kept on sucking like a champ, mostly because she had very little choice in the matter.

“Good day, son,” Equinox chuckled, unashamedly watching his thoroughbred of a son pound away into the woman’s mouth and throat. He was almost jealous at how well she was fellating him. “Forgive me, but I won't get grandfoals that way…”

Moonsilver heard the jibe and chose to ignore it. He was concentrating on the task at hand, or rather the mouth on his meat. “Just practicing for when it’s time.”

“So I see,” lowering his head down to her level, Equinox could clearly see the bulge in Celestia's throat that was obviously the medial ring plowing into her time and again. The old centaur had to confess himself impressed by what he saw. “Your mother was gifted in that trick, too, you know.”

“They do say you look for one that reminds you of your mother,” Moonsilver replied as nonchalantly as he could, though he was fast losing the battle he was fighting in trying to last as long as he could.

‘Oh merciful heavens...th-they're just talking!’ Celestia thought, amazed at what she was hearing. She had to admit though, she found that just incredibly hot. There she was, bound and immobile, with her lover’s schlong buried deep in her throat, her face a drool covered mask, and they were just talking like it was nothing!

And she loved it.

Celestia loved every lewd second of it.

Equinox wasn’t shy about getting a good look at what was going on. Every puff of the human’s cheeks, every splutter of spit that shot out of her lips and her nose, every time she took his son into her throat, he memorised it all. “Out of interest, is she...?” he started to ask, meaning was she any good, but by his son’s groaning and grunting, she was very good.

“Pr-Practice hhhhnnngggg…has improved her aaaah…her technique. Any advice on how to resist her... efforts?”

“Talking to me isn't enough?”

Desperately, Moonsilver shook his head, “She's doing a very good job, father.”

Equinox chuckled, for he had just the trick. “Imagine High Elder Artemis,” he grinned as he placed that horrific image in his son’s mind, “I once caught her and Honeyside going at it like rabbits in the council chambers.”

Instantly, Moonsilver’s eyes went wide as saucers and his pupils dilated. “I didn't need that image!” he reached down to slip his fingers deep in Celestia’s pussy. He then wiped his eyes with her juices in an attempt to get the image of the Mistress of the Hunt and the Moon and the bartender out of his head. He failed. “Must remove!”

“You asked, son,” Equinox just laughed as he took a seat at the table and got comfortable to watch the rest of the show. It was a good show, too.

For the umpteenth time, Moonsilver grunted animalistically, “O-Open a couple of bottles HHHNNNNNNGGGG…please…” As much as he wanted to just fuck his woman’s throat with all abandon, Moonsilver forced those desires and urges far away his mind. Never on the eternal soul of his mother would he harm her. He knew from the past fifteen minutes how deep Celestia could currently go and, nearing his peak, he swung her hard and fast, though he never went beyond her limit.

“You got it, son.” While on the face of it, the old centaur was just leering, as he cracked open three bottles from the crate he had gotten from Honeyside, he carefully watched that his son didn’t go too hard or too deep. To his relief, he needn’t have been concerned, for while Moonsilver went at it, Celestia glucked and swallowed, sucked and slurped, her drool leaking profusely into her long hair.

After several moments, Moonsilver finally accepted fate – no amount of thinking about High Elder Artemis stopped him from giving a final thrust and emptying his load into Celestia’s throat. As her mouth was sealed with his flare, all the bound submissive could do was make a whole load of very cute sucking and swallowing noises as her belly swelled up thanks to the sheer amount of semen the centaur produced. As Equinox applauded, Moonsilver pulled her back enough so that she could breathe and he pushed his muzzle between her legs. “She does smell very nice…” he then gave her dripping wet pussy a long slow lick.

Eventually, nature taking its course allowed Moonsilver to fully pull out of his pet’s mouth and then he carefully stepped backwards until he was clear of the vines. Using his limited magic, he raised the shoulder vines until Celestia was resting at a forty five degree angle. “Are the bindings still comfortable, my love?”

Somewhat dazed, Celestia nodded her head, her face a complete mess. “Yes Master. Um...if you could wipe my face, please?”

Moonsilver was quick to oblige. The pale grey centaur used his tongue to wipe her down, but he didn't stop at her face. He covered both of her breasts and lapped his way down her fat pot belly to the juncture between her legs, his most favourite place. “You should have a sniff of this, father.”

“I don't mind if I do!” Equinox considered it rude to refuse an offer like that, and he was most certainly not rude. He got up and, walking over to her, he adored the beet red glow on Celestia's face as he bent down and got his nose right in close, inhaling deeply. “My...she's a proper mare alright, son.”

“She is,” Moonsilver agreed as, taking a seat at the table, he picked up one of the open bottles of Honeyside’s best and he held it to Celestia's lips and tilts it a bit so she could take a much-needed drink. Once she had swallowed, Moonsilver drank from the same bottle until they finished it and then he started on the second. “It was nice of you to stop by and bring some beers, father.”

“It was, wasn't it?” Equinox smiled and he remained seated, showing no signs at all of getting up and leaving. “It was nice to finally meet your mate, seeing as how you weren't going to bring her to me.”

Moonsilver shrugged, “You know how it is father, sometimes it’s hard to visit when you're tied up with other projects.” He caressed that ‘other project’s’ breasts, getting a squeak when he pinched her nipples between his fingers.

“Or when you're tying up other projects?” Equinox added with a chuckle as he watched Moonsilver carefully give Celestia some more beer. “Honeyside said such nice things about her the other day, I just had to meet her. She doesn't impress easily, that mare.”

“I think Honeyside was impressed with how appreciative my Tia was for holding onto her possession.”

Equinox laughed out loud at that. “Ah yes, she did tell me about that.” The old centaur then quickly drained his whole beer in one fluid gulp. “Oh, yes, there was another reason why I came. On behalf of the Council of Elders, I wish to invite your lady to the Harvest Festival. I'll assume you haven't done so already?”

Moonsilver turned an expectant look to Celestia, who admittedly was looking a little flustered, having been caught a little off guard by the invitation. “I ah, I-I'd love to come!” she spluttered, though she hadn’t stopped being beet red sine their guest had joined them. “Silver...Master...hadn't mentioned it, sir, we thought it wasn't allowed, you see.”

Pointedly, Equinox looked at his son’s crotch and closely examined his sheath. “I'm sure it may have slipped his mind due to blood loss.”

Sure it would earn her a spanking, Celestia snorted out a laugh, because her lover was so big it was a wonder he didn’t suffer a heart attack every time he got hard. “Sir,” she spoke up once her laughter was under control, “if I may enquire, may I bring guests to this event? Namely two Princesses from Equestria?”

Moonsilver shared a look with his father over the table. He shook his head in answer to an unspoken question, because it was news to him like it was to his sire. He knew of course that Celestia had been in contact with the Princesses and that one was coming to see her, though he didn't know anything them attending the festival. “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” he said after a moment’s thought, “for they may set the elders straight.”

“That was what I was thinking, Master.” Celestia explained, feeling rather relieved that her request hadn’t caused an argument, “They are coming to see me anyway, I thought they could talk to the elders directly.”

Equinox, his curiosity piqued, asked, “What could they know about us to offer any advice or wisdom to the council?”

Moonsilver just smiled a very smug smile and, content to let Celestia speak, he took a long draught from his beer bottle. “The Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle, has been communicating with me.” She said after taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. She was after all still tied up. “She has extensive information about the centaurs and why...Scorpan sought refuge in this world. The Princess herself recently fought and defeated Tirek the Destroyer in personal combat…”

“Say not that name!” Equinox thundered, interrupting her with a hand banging on the table.

“I'm sorry!” Celestia meeped in a very, very accurate imitation of Fluttershy.

Taking long, deep, calming breaths – because his son looked like he was about to throw him from Raven’s Peak for the crime of upsetting his mate, Equinox held up his hands in apology, “I’m…sorry, please, name these two Princesses.”

She flushed deeply. “One is Her Regal Majesty, Celestia, Princess of the Sun and Diarch of the Kingdom of Equestria and the other is Her Highness, Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic and newly crowned Princess of Friendship of the Kingdom of Equestria.” She paused, wondering if they used those official titles all the time. “They also know why your magic is failing to keep you hidden, why the air stones are failing, and where seven of your eight geodes are.”

“The Celestia, of the old legends?” Equinox asked.

“Yes,” Moonsilver replied, “it has to be her.”

“And this...Sparkle?”

“The newest of the alilcorns of old.”

“We know that humans have seven of the geodes,” Equinox once more addressed Celestia after the brief exchange with his son. “Do you know these humans?”

“They are...or rather, they were, my students, sir.” Celestia spoke up proudly, “They are in the camp below by the lake, enjoying a break and doing some charity work for the community before they leave my school.”

“So, son, you'd make the elders confront their fears?” Equinox after he considered that for a short time, the council member himself able to see the positives and negatives of what they were suggesting. “Maybe that’s the only way.”

“If not then they are fools.” Moonsilver stated firmly, “And I don't think they would like that title.”

“Moonsilver has taught me it's better to confront one’s fears than pretend they don't exist, sir.”

Opening up a second bottle of beer, Equinox snorted disdainfully out through his nose, “Their heads are so deep in the sand they fart silica.”

“Father!” Moonsilver exclaimed while beside him, Celestia lost it in a fit of giggles so intense that she snorted her latest mouthful of beer all over herself, dribbling it over her chin and chest like she was a toddler. Fortunately, her galant Master was quickly on hand to lick up the spill from her heavy jiggling breasts.

“I haven't seen you suck tit like that since you were a little colt, Silver,” Equinox said appreciatively as he watched his son give her another mouthful of beer.

“MMMmmmm!” Celestia moaned, her crotch getting very wet, and she herself got incredibly aroused, when he returned to licking circles around her engorged nipples. At least she had stopped blushing enough that she could enjoy her Master’s most welcome attention.

“I've finally found one whose tits are worthy of sucking.”

“Oooooh please do that again!” Celestia begged as she panted like she was in heat. Thankfully, Moonsilver obliged, pouring some more beer on his pet’s breasts and again sucking off the liquid. Celestia didn't care in the slightest that Moonsilver’s dad was there and watching and that she was all tied up. The simple fact was that she was hot, this situation was hot and by the Great Forest she was having the time of her life! “HMmmmMMMMM Master, thank you!”

“As much as I'd love to watch you service your mare, again,” Equinox chuckled as he saw that Celestia was openly drooling from both ends, “I do have other duties to attend to. Oh,” he said, standing up and stretching, “And you may want to do something about that leak down below…”

“Se-See y-you sir,” Celestia whimpered when Moonsilver put his talented tongue to good use, “it MmmMMMM it was aaaaah pleasure!”

“We will be at the festival, father.” Moonsilver assured him, “And it’s good to know you still give good advice.” Getting down on his knees, the dominant centaur was working on plugging that leak with that talented tongue before Equinox had even left the house. Tied in her bonds, Celestia squirmed as much as the vines allowed, her pussy leaking like a faucet over her Master's face. Moonsilver gently lapped at her until she had calmed down a bit. “Are the bindings still okay?” he asked.

“Oh yes, yes they are my love,” Celestia answered, immensely grateful that he had taken the time to ask how she was doing, especially as the way she was tied up was very constraining. “I've never felt so...free than I do now!”

Moonsilver still checked her over though, for good measure. He carefully inspected every vine and knot to make sure no hotspots were building up anywhere on her skin. “Very well,” he said when he was satisfied, “I'm going to unbind your legs and use a different binding, I think.”

"As you wish, Master,” Celestia smiled, quite prepared to let Moonsilver do whatever he wanted with her. Honestly she was having the time of her life. She was getting exactly what she had hoped and prayed for, and for once in a long time, she was not concerned about her body shape at all, she just wanted this to continue and last forever.

Once he had her legs unbound, Moonsilver lifted Celestia back to her horizontal position three feet above the ground and, taking her ankles in his hands, he spread her legs apart and bound them to the suspension ropes at Celestia’s hips. He left her arms in the arm binder though as he caressed her now exposed puffy vagina with his hand. “I think that will improve access.”

“Mmmm…yes I think it will…” Testing the bindings at her ankles, Celestia wriggles a little, more than happy with the new arrangement. Although, the last time she had been in a similar situation had been when her OB-GYN had placed her in some rather unflattering stirrups for her examination. Fortunately, as Moonsilver stepped between the suspension vines at her hips and started to swing her again, that thought was pushed to the back of her mind. When his rapidly hardening stallionhood was riding along her pudgy stomach and between her breasts, that thought was pushed out of her head altogether.

Lifting her head so she could see, Celestia got very damp indeed at the lewd display on her chubby belly. “OOooh my...rut me Master, please!”

“When I'm done rutting your tits, I may acquiesce to your request.” Moonsilver smiled, he did so love it when his lover begged like that. He wished he could have it on a loop to enjoy in times when he was alone. Celestia, more than happy to have her body serve him, was content for the moment to shut up and enjoy it. When he thrust his hard cock up her front though, she took the opportunity to lap at her prize when his beautiful flat head came within reach, thoroughly loving the taste of it on her tongue.

Moonsilver, like the cat who had gotten all the cream, was enjoying the show so much that he lingered after each thrust to let Celestia play with his head before he pulled back. The breast binding he had placed on his pet had turned her breasts into a tight and now slippery tunnel. “MMMmmmMM Ma-Mas-Master...AAaaaAH Silver...” she moaned, losing herself in the moment of sucking on his head. It didn’t take long at all for the centaur to blow his load with his head just past Celestia's breasts, giving her a facial from chin to forehead. Celestia licked her lips, a happy sigh on her whiter than white face. Luckily, she closed her eyes, now the dripping seed kept them closed. “Thank you Master!”

Once he was finished ejaculating all over her face, Moonsilver began to untie the vines that held Celestia’s ankles up and spread. He didn't bother to ask about the bindings again, he knew it was time to release her or risk an injury due to the restriction of blood flow around her body. He adjusted the vines and he set her on her feet, ready to catch her if she should fall. “Whoa!” she gasped blindly, “Oh...oh my...” she stood on her wobbly legs and steadied herself against his strong firm body. As soon as he had unfastened the arm bindings, she wipes the mask of semen from her face, licking her hands clean while he removed the vines binding her breasts.

After thumbing a hard nipple, Moonsilver quietly removed the rest of the body harness. He did take a moment to enjoy the faint red lines that criss-crossed her white skinned body, evidence of the vine’s presence. ‘So, so beautiful…’ he thought committing the sight to memory. “Climb on, I'll take you to a refreshing stream to bathe.”

Without a second thought, Celestia was up on his back, hugging him tight. “I love you, Silver.”

“I love you too, Tia,” he said over his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on her head. Stepping outside into the sunlight, Moonsilver made use of a wide sturdy vine and he lowered the two of them down to the ground below and he trotted off to the nearby clear blue stream.

On the way, Celestia playfully licked and nibbled at his ear in the way she knew he really liked. “You make me surprise myself, you know that?”

“The real surprise is just how much you didn't know your own true self.” Moonsilver commented as he effortlessly made his way through the thinning undergrowth and the trees. The fast flowing bathing stream wasn’t far away, and he was ready to be clean. He was sure he’d be dirty again soon enough.

“How much I'd forgotten, you mean. You've helped me rediscover that part of me,” Celestia kissed and licked his ear, “The part of me that laughed, and smiled, and ran naked through Whitetail Woods. The part I thought had been lost to decades of school work, and all of that nonsense.” When they neared the stream, without warning, Moonsilver broke into a gallop and he leapt to the middle where the water was eight feet deep.

And cold.

“Yikes!” Celestia shrieked, first due to the unexpected leap and then again with the coldness of the water when said cold water was suddenly up over her head drenching her in a microsecond.

In the refreshingly cold water, Moonsilver slipped out from under Celestia but he quickly turned so he could catch and hold her in his strong powerful arms. “Now,” he couldn’t quite keep the chuckles from his voice, “It’s time to get you clean.”

“Oh my fu-fuuuuu…goooooodness it's cold!” Celestia wanted to swear so that she could adequately express the temperature, or lack thereof, of the water.

“Not my fault you lack fur,” Moonsilver shrugged and laughed unapologetically as she scooped up handfuls of the clear, cold water and rubbed it all over his upper body. In order to ‘help’, and totally not grope her, Moonsilver gave his lover a thorough scrubbing in the cold water, but after a few minutes, she started to get used to it. Outwardly, the only sign of the water’s coldness was her bullet sized nipples. “I believe the best source of scrubbing my back and flank would be to use those nipples of yours.”

Looking down, Celestia laughed, “Oh my...they're huge!” She did however follow his advice and, as she cleaned him, she pressed her hefty breasts into his back and anywhere else for that matter.

“I do love all your body, and the beautiful mind you have, but those...um, those are really nice…” For all the dominance and control he had shown towards her since Celestia had set foot around those trees at the north edge of the lake, when Moonsilver placed a heavy emphasis on the word ‘those’, he looked and sounded like a gliggly teenager seeing a pair for the first time.

“They are, aren't they?” Celestia giggled, for the look her lover gave her fleshy melons did not go unnoticed. She reserved the fact that he was so obviously a breast centaur in her mind for future use. “You know, I'm so lucky you like my curves, Silver.”

Playfully, Moonsilver swatted Celestia’s ample behind. Her breasts weren’t the only things he loved to see ripple and jiggle when smacked. Damn if they didn’t feel good in the hand, too. “That I do.”

“Are they clean?” Celestia asked innocently enough, “I think you need to check,” at his front, she took her breasts in her hands and, lifting them up, thrust her funbags either side of his muzzle, pressing them together. Immediately, the centaur blew a loud raspberry between them. “I'll take that as a yes!” she giggled and stepped back, kissing his lips with a hug. “Now that we're clean, I want to be dirty…”

“Might I suggest on dry land?”

Looking around at her surroundings for inspiration, Celestia found it when she spotted a wide low tree stump not far away from the edge of the stream. “I have just the spot,” she turned and kissed him once again. “You remember the dream of mine you looked in on?”

At first, Moonsilver had to admit that he did not. Then, when he looked in the direction she indicated and saw the tree stump, his muzzle split into a wide smile. ‘Oh…she means that dream…’ “Yes, I do.”

“Then just give me a moment to get in position, okay?” As Celestia skipped out of the stream, Moonsilver watched her walk over to and bend over the tree stump. It was all he could do not to bound out and take her right that instant! Instead, he forced himself to take his time, walking around her with light caresses of his fingertips to her upturned ass cheeks. Just to be authentic, Celestia had her hands behind her back, box tie style.

The position she was in, added to the dream that he vividly recalled, Moonsilver was once more ready to go. The pale grey centaur walked behind her and, to add to the image, he took both of her wrists in one hand and her long hair in another, pulling on it just enough that she knew who was in control. “Are you ready for your dream to come true, Tia?”

“Yes!” Celestia cried out as she felt his long heavy cock flop on her back, smearing his hot pre-cum all over her perfect endless ass, “Silver I'm ready!”

Keeping a hold of Celestia’s wrists and her hair, Moonsilver thrust his hips forward. Intentionally high, he missed her holes and hotdogged his cock between her ass cheeks. “High or low?” he asked with a snicker. He knew her dream was low, but he wanted to give her a choice.

Moaning lustily, Celestia at that point was willing to go for either. “Try the top!” she cried in a wild moment. Not expecting her to say that, Moonsilver backed up slowly, he let go of her hair, curious to see what she did next. Provocatively, she wiggled her ass teasingly up in the air. Letting go of her hands, he took another step backwards. As soon as her hands were free, she reached back with them both and spread her fat ass apart, displaying herself for him.

The red blooded centaur needed no further encouragement. Bending down, Moonsilver dove in muzzle first, intent on giving his lover a grade A rim job, in the process he wanted to make sure she was ready. “OOOooooOOOH Siiiiiiiiiilver…” Celestia moans and practically purred at the attention her anus was receiving. While she had done anal before, in her wilder days with Berryshine and Roseluck, this was something else, particularly when she felt his tongue enter her puckered asshole.

While Moonsilver lapped over her whole crotch, licking from her clit to her ring, he did concentrate more of his attention on eating her ass out so she would be adequately lubricated. “AAaaaAAAHN!” Celestia moaned lewdly and, squirming on the tree stump, her holes flexed when he pulled out leaving her sphincter nice and sopping wet. Moving quickly forward, he took back her wrists and hair as he slid into her moist vagina. Once he was lubricated with her pussy juices, he pulled out and, after a moment of pressing his wide flat head to her butthole, he plunged deep into her backdoor. “AAAaaAH ooOOOOH yeeeees!” her lewd moan became a scream of sheer pleasure for the whole forest to hear. She didn't care who or what heard or saw.

Her screams, not of pain but of pleasure drove Moonsilver onwards to push himself deeper into her ass. It was so tight he felt every inch as it penetrated ever deeper. Eventually, he held himself at roughly eight inches but when he pulled back, he stopped at his flare and plunged inside her again. “Oh yeeees! Ooooh yeeeeeesssss! Fuck me Silver please!” Celestia screamed. As he built up a steady rhythm and screwed her ass, part of her wished it was being done in front of her school. She wanted them to see her reamed, fucked, screwed like a slut and claimed. As the thick member plowed her butt good and hard, she reached her climax and she knew she was his forever.

Moonsilver continued to rut Celestia’s anus until she had a second orgasm. Then, he finally allowed himself to cum. She let out a loud piercing scream when he exploded and filled her anal cavity with his hot sticky seed, seed that blasted its way all through her bowels and bloated her belly until she looked heavily pregnant. He was still ejaculating when she flopped all limp and exhausted on the tree stump.

Once he was finished, Moonsilver very slowly and very carefully pulled out of her butt. “Uuuuuuh…” at the front, Celestia’s eyed had rolled in her head, while at the back, her asshole gaped open in a perfect O shape and the semen that had not reached her gut spewed out on the ground making a puddle between her legs. “Oh by the Great Forest...”

Carefully laying down besides his lover on a clean patch of grass, Moonsilver gently pulled Celestia off of the stump and onto his belly and chest. “My goddess, and my pet.”

Thoroughly spent, Celestia flopped on top of him and giggled sillily at him, because her wits had just been screwed out of her. “Master, I love you and your dad and your forest...”

Moonsilver tutted, “So unfortunate that father couldn't see your performance on that stump.”

Celestia had just enough presence of mind about her to kiss Moonsilver’s lips. “Later, when my brain finds its way back in my ears, and backside isn't a tunnel, I fancy a walk.”

“In that case, then, we can rest here for now and let the sun do it's work. You dry quick, but my coat takes longer.” They both shared a long, drawn out yawn, as fatigue from their exertions threatened to overcome them. Tenderly, he kissed her forehead and held her tight in a loving embrace. “You can guard me while I nap, and the Forest can watch over us both.”