Roughly an hour or so later, with the warm late summer sunlight shining dappled through the overhanging canopy of the surrounding trees, Moonsilver woke from his nap. The pale grey centaur’s first instinct was to see if Celestia was awake. He was pleasantly greeted from his slumber by a pair of lips he knew very well pressing into his own. As it happened, she had awoken not five minutes before and was content to watch him sleep and enjoy the view. “There is a place I'd like to revisit,” he said once he was fully roused.

“Oh?” Celestia smiled down on him from her perch atop his belly and chest, a perch she had very little intention of moving from. “And where would that be, sexy?”

It was a good thing that Moonsilver liked his human shaped bodywarmer. He could have laid with her like that in that space, surrounded by the forest he loved and the woman he adored until time itself ceased, but… “I’m thinking of the place you felt it worth breaking a leg just to meet me.”

Celestia’s eyes went very wide and, as he smiled up at her, she giggled delightfully down at him. “That's where I wanted to go!”

It seemed a shame, nay, a crime, to move from the spot they were laid at. With the trees all around them, the stream by their side, the gentle breeze and the beautiful sun, the chirp and chatter of various unseen animals, it felt to them both that the day might last forever. Still, move they had to, eventually. Gently, he pushed her up off him and he stood up on his hooves. “Would you like to ride or walk?”

“You've just ridden me,” Celestia grinned as she stood up and stretched, bending over and treating him to a look at her upturned behind before she hopped up onto his back. “I'll return the favour.”

“One bit of advice,” Moonsilver looked back over his shoulder and kissed his charge, “Hold on tight.” No sooner had Celestia squeezed with her legs and wrapped her arms around his body, pressing herself into his back, than Moonsilver took off, leaping like the deer that he hunted as he moved through the forest. He moved with the assured confidence of one who had lived in the forest all his life, never ducking under branches, making Celestia duck out of instinct. He jumped ravines some twenty feet wide, making her scream in fright. Eventually, having took the long way, he stopped at the place where Celestia had fallen. “It’s a beautiful view from here,” he commented, looking down into the gully.

“That. Was. Awesome!” Celestia giggled as she realised just who she had just quoted. It had been an adequate description of the fifteen minute thrill ride through the forest though, so she felt at least a little vindicated. Still on his back, she looked down at the twenty foot gully and pointed, “That's where I fell, just there. I can see the stones and ground still messed up.”

Looking where she pointed, Moonsilver could just about see the surface of the gully lightly plowed and turned over there the soil and stones had been dislodged, the track still visible after a month if you knew what to look for. Quietly he stepped forward and, after a skidding glide, both himself and Celestia were at the bottom about ten feet to the left of where she had landed. “Yes,” he snickered, “that may have been from me peeking into your shirt.”

Celestia giggled brightly, “Dirty centaur. I remember hiking up there, and I saw you, in the corner of my eye. I turned and that's when I fell.” She hugged him and kissed the back of his neck, looking at the ground, she saw the two large sharp rocks that her ankle had been wedged in between. Not far from them was the boulder that had broken her leg. “You stayed with me till I woke up.”

“You were an exotic and beautiful sight to behold. I saw you were injured and had to help, even if it was forbidden by the elders.” As he settled down to sit on the ground, he blushed, because at least fifty percent of her injuries had been caused by him. He had, after all, caused the mini rockslide that had resulted in her broken leg.

Despite him sitting down, Celestia had no intention of getting off. “For that I'm grateful.” She recalled how much pain she had been in when she had come around, how desperate her situation had been. Had he not intervened, she knew full well she would have died where she had been pinned. “What were you doing, that day?”

“My trade, hunting.” Moonsilver explained simply. “I did have a brace of rabbits I had just caught. As for you, I believe you were reliving your past?” he laughed, for the irony was not lost upon him. “Seems you found a future for both of us.”

Reliving that day, a day that seemed a whole lifetime away at that point, Celestia sighed. “I was running away. I was tired and so very, very depressed. I felt like everything was getting on top of me, what with all the magical things happening at my school. It was like swimming with weights pulling me down under the water. I'd fallen into a self loathing so deep that I wasn't sure if I was going to recover from it. Or if I even wanted to…”

Hearing her voice taking on a maudlin tone that he hadn’t heard from her in some time, Moonsilver twisted his torso so that he could give his partner a loving nuzzle and a deep kiss. “It often takes another set of eyes away from the mirror to find one’s true beauty.”

“And you helped me to find mine.” Celestia returned the kiss, eminently grateful that he had not attempted to ply her with empty platitudes, or claim that he knew best for her, or tell her to cheer up or anything like that. He was just…there, and that was all she needed. “That nightmare you witnessed, I had them regularly. I almost never slept. I think...had I not fell that day, I was ready to find Lookout Point and jump off.”

He well recalled the horrific nightmare that he had intercepted not long after meeting his lover. He saw then, that she was haunted and plagued by demons that he could not easily overcome. These demons could not be quelled by his skill at the bow, or the strength in his arm, but by the love in his heart. Celestia was hounded, he knew, by these demons that would never stop, never tire, never relent, in their attempt to destroy her. Gently, he covered her lips with his fingers. “Never say that. If you think that, you must tell someone, anyone. Life is too short to make it shorter.”

“You live to two hundred…” Celestia shot back, though she smiled and kissed his fingers. In truth, she still felt those demons, her hated pursuers, on the edge of her mind, like a thousand tentacled monster eternally trying to break down her barriers. Fear, doubt, loathing, ridicule, every time they were repelled by the love she had for Moonsilver, her sister and her friends, the monster would regroup and try again and again and again, always trying to find a chink in her armour. “You have nothing to fear, my love. I promise. I'm not going to say I'm 'over it', but I'll talk to you, if I need to.”

Moonsilver knew her better than to be fooled by the smile she placed on her face. “I didn't suggest you were 'over it', nor would I ever presume to do so. I know well the demons you fight, have fought and will fight again. Know you have an ally in that fight,” he winked at her, “More than one, I’ll wager. Besides, you never know, centaur sperm may be the fountain of youth.”

When Celestia giggled, it was to cover the fact that she had tears brimmed at her eyes ready to shed. She knew the long war would never truly be over, that all she could do was to keep fighting, second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day. Just when that monster was about to break her barrier though, it was repelled by the knowledge that no matter what, he would stand by her, as would Luna, and Cheerilee, and Berryshine and Roseluck. They would forever stand as her shield, her barrier. “Silver,” she said as that thought warmed her, “did you say that you can travel to any wood in the world, that they are all connected by portals?”

“I did say I could, but the portals are guarded, and I need reason to travel.” Moonsilver grinned, “I’m not sure if ‘my human marefriend needs a vacation’ will work.”

“That's a shame,” Celestia smiled, her demons for the moment forgotten, the latest battle won. “The Whitetail Woods are right by my house. I'd love to show it you in person, so you can see where Rehanos keeps stealing things from.”

Moonsilver had never, ever wanted to leave the forest he called home in over thirty years. Now though, hearing that, the idea was planted in his head and he so desperately wanted to see where she lived that he couldn’t think of anything else. “Do you know someone with a covered trailer?” he asked, for he had seen such vehicles on the roads, “I'd love to visit your house.”

“As it happens I do!” Celestia thought the exact same thing that Moonsilver did at almost the exact same time. “One of my best friends, Berry, breeds horses as well as running the best bar in town.”

“Can you drive her vehicle?” Moonsilver asked, barely succeeding in keeping the excited smile under control.

“I can, yes!” Unlike him, Celestia didn’t even try to keep the excited look from her face.

“Sounds like a good plan for me to get away from it all. Your sister will be away this week, right?”

“Yes, she will. She'll be here at the camp for another four days.”

This was almost too good to be true! “Our Harvest Festival is over the summer solstice,” Moonsilver offered helpfully, “which is a few weeks away, if now is inconvenient.”

“Nonono...let me call my sister and Berry, get things sorted!”

Moonsilver snickered, unable to resist the tease that came to his mind, “I haven't explored the other hole yet. Is that where your phone is, and why you chose the tail hole?” The deep glare that she shot him in response to his snark was well worth the tease, and made him laugh all the harder.

“No!” Celestia playfully swatted at his ear with the back of her hand, “it's back at our cabin at Raven's Peak, as you well know. And I chose that hole because I happen to love it there, and I haven't had it that way for a very long time.”

“No complaints here,” Moonsilver shrugged, making a mental note to spank his pretty goddess later for the swat to his ear, even though he had deserved it. “Of course, my father would have reminded me that you still can't get a mare pregnant that way, either.”

“Can you?” Celestia asked, the seemingly throwaway comment making her stop and think. “Get me pregnant, I mean?”

“I’m sorry, but I think not.” Moonsilver conceded with a kiss, “No Centaur has ever gotten a human pregnant, nor a human impregnated a centaur,” again, his lips met hers, “Not that it isn't worth trying.”

“Oh…I'd say it was worth trying,” Celestia purred and returned the kiss with one of her own. “Back to the cabin, my faithful steed! I have calls to make,” she appreciated the way that Moonsilver stood up slowly to ensure that she had her grip and then, when it was safe, he took off like a champion racer through the woods with many unerring jumps, twists, and turns. When they were back at the cabin, they saw that Rehanos the snake eagle was perched on the table, looking very pleased with himself. “Looks like we have company.”

Moonsilver gave his companion a deep frown. “Often, not the most polite of company.”

“If I am not wanted,” Rehanos cawed and screeched. Moonsilver could understand his age old hunting partner because of the language stone he wore, but the centaur could see that Celestia was lost, “Then I shall go and find my new friend instead.”

“I don't know if that pink vibrator will fit you, Rehanos.”

The snake eagle laughed, a harsh, cawing laugh that drilled right down into the marrow of Celestia’s bones. It was the same kind of mocking laugh he had made when he had stolen the pink toy. “If you must know,” he screeched, “I met a nice pink haired girl in the camp. She had a gem like yours. We spoke for a long time!”

Moonsilver looked at Celestia, who shrugged her shoulders, completely lost. “What did he say?”

The centaur mentally facepalmed. He had gotten so used to just speaking with Celestia, he had forgotten it was because she could speak Greek and not because of the language stone. “He says he has been to the camp and talked with a pink haired girl.”

“Oh, that would be Fluttershy!” Celestia said without thinking, “She can speak with animals. She’s bonded with the main language geode, rem...em...ber…” As she spoke, her eyes went wide as saucers and Rehanos laughed again. “Oh no…” her shoulders sagged, “Let me guess. He told her everything?”

This time when Moonsilver facepalmed, it was literal. “You did...” Of course he had, it was just the sort of thing the eagle would have done!

“I was doing my duty!” Rehanos declared proudly as he struck what was obviously a heroic pose on the table, “I’ve been warning the humans to stay away! Then this girl asked me why. None has ever answered me before. She was nice. We got talking.”

For as long as they had been companions, both on the sacred hunt and off of it, Moonsilver dearly wished he had his bow to hand. He wagered an arrow through the eagle’s secondary feathers would go a long way to silencing that infernal laugh of his. “Do you trust this, Fluttershy, Tia?” he asked.

“Implicitly,” Celestia answered without having to think about it. “She and her friends, for that matter.”

Curiously, and a little hopefully, Rehanos looked around the cabin. “Do you have food?” he asked bluntly.

“It’s not my day to hunt, Rehanos, nor will it be tomorrow.” Moonsilver wasn’t sorry in the slightest. If anything, he suspected his companion, though bonded as they were and beloved as he was, was getting lazy as of late. “I’ve no food to give you.”

If it was possible for an eagle to wear a look of sheer and utter disgust on its face, then the one he gave Moonsilver then was the dictionary definition of said expresson. “The pink haired girl has food!” he spat angrily and, with that, he spread his wings and took off but, as he flew through the open doorway, expressed his feelings by leaving his droppings in his wake.

“Oh…oh dear!” Celestia couldn’t help but giggle as she got out her phone from her bag. Turning it on, she was relieved to see no messages from her sister. That at least meant that everything was normal in the camp. ‘Or as normal as things ever get round here…’ she thought as she dialled Luna’s number. “We have a saying,” she giggled to her lover, “With friends like that, you don't need enemies.”

“He can hunt for himself,” Moonsilver replied, using a handful of gathered leaves to clean away what Rehanos had left behind, “but he thinks such a regal bird shouldn't have to. More like, he’s a friend that finds joy in teasing you.”

“He's a lot like my sister then,” Ceelestia smiled, thinking back to the exploding chocolate cake incident of a few months ago. When her sister at last answered, she said, with an entirely artificial breeziness in her tone, “Oh hey Lulu! In about half an hour, I'll need to drive your car back home.”

“No speeding tickets,” Luna snarked, “and I don't think we have a pregnancy test kit at home.”

All things considered, Celestia thought her raspberry was an adequate response, as was the whack she gave the laughing centaur’s shoulder – she had the phone on speaker – as she rolled her eyes. “You're okay riding the bus back with Leelee and the kids?”

“What?” Luna picked up on that in a heartbeat, her demeanour flipping from good natured to concerned and worried with all the ferocity of a steel trap that had been triggered. “You're not coming back? Did something happen with Moonslilver? Are you okay?”

Sighing, Celestia wasn’t surprised her sister had reacted like that. It was one of the things she loved about her. As much as they bickered and argued, were one of them to be in trouble, then no force in Heaven or on Earth would prevent the other from being there for her. “No, I'm not coming back. And calm down, Lu. I'm fine. Silver's fine. He's just coming over to the house that's all, for the rest of the week.”

“In my car!” Just like that, Luna’s concern flipped one hundred and eighty degrees to outrage.

“No, silly,” Celestia shook her head and laughed, “How will he fit into that brute of a thing you call a car?” she giggled, “I'm going to borrow Berry's trailer and pick him up from the west road, I just need to get home first.”

“Oh, okay,” Luna breathed, forcing herself to be calm, “I thought you forgot my car is 'not' a convertible. Fine,” she gave a most overdramatic sigh, “I suppose I'll suffer Pinkie's singing on the way back. Just for you.”

“I love you!” Celestia beamed down the phone, knowing perfectly well that ‘just for you’ meant ‘you owe me big style’. “And don't come back early. And I love you!”

“Having seen the Image Stone, one never knows, dear sister of mine…” Luna dissolved into cackling laughter before hanging up.

As the call ended, Celestia sighed, “I have an utter child for a sister,” in spite of that though, she was giggling when she called Berryshine’s number. Rather wisely, Moonsilver chose to say nothing, but if the smile on his face was anything to go by, Celestia knew that he had a fair idea what was on that stone. “Oh, hey Berry! How's my bestest ever friend?”

“Losing money with your absence,” came Berryshine’s giggled reply, “How’s your school camping trip going?”

“It's going very well thank you. Listen...Berry, I need three favours, please.”

“I'm not putting your drinks on Luna's tab.”

Fortunately, Moonsilver had just enough wit about him to thrust a pillow over his muzzle to stifle his laughter, unfortunately, he earned himself another playful whack from Celestia for his trouble. “No, it’s not that,” Celestia made sure her friend could hear the eye roll in her voice. “I need to borrow your trailer. I need you not to ask why. And I need a crate of beers. Please.”

Berryshine, to her credit, didn’t flinch. “I have a horse show in the city on Sunday, you’ll have it back to me sometime before noon?”

“Promise I will, Berry.”

“Okay, there’s a couple of crates of lager in the trailer. You know that song, whiskey for my girls and beer for my horses,” she giggled, “It's parked by the barn and the keys are in the truck. You know where to get it.”

“Thanks Berry! I owe you one or two.” ‘More like three, four and maybe five…’ Celestia corrected herself.

“Miss ya girl, and you're sounding happy. Stop in and bend my ear a bit.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Celestia missed her weekly chats with her best friends. It had been way too long since the three of them – including Roseluck – had just hung out like they used to. “Tell you what. Sunday night I'll get Rosie and stop by and we'll have a proper catch up, okay?” After all, she had a lot to catch them up on…

~ ~ ~

“Here are the keys,” Luna held her car keys out for her sister but, just before she took hold of them, the younger sibling pulled them away, leaving her sister dangling like a fish on the hook. It was fun to see her squirm and, in the skimpy swim suit she was wearing, to make her jump for them. “Where are you picking him up, again?”

“Thank you, Lulu,” with a little effort, and a jump that almost saw the Principal bounce out of the bikini top that only just covered her nipples and barely passed as decent, grabbed the keys. “I’m picking him up on the west road, about two hundred yards before the park entrance, just in case…” that was because she didn’t want to risk the gate guy at the entrance seeing Moonsilver. “It’ll be after sunset, so there's some cover.”

“I hope you don't mind that Leelee and I see you off safely.” Luna smiled sweetly. While it had been true the other day that she had passed up the opportunity to meet her sister’s partner, after a couple of days being badgered by Cheerilee it was easier to just give in.

“Of course I don't mind!” Celestia embraced her sister in a very tight hug, at the same time making a note to thank Cheerilee for her sister’s change of mind. “I would love for you to meet him!”

Four hours later and, just as the sun was making its way south below the horizon leaving the forest and the city shrouded in dusk, and the camp was settling down for the night, two women stood on the grass verge at the side of the west road. Luna and Cheerilee had been waiting roughly half an hour, both out of sight of the campsite guard. This was a good idea, because Luna was wearing her skimpy bikini, knee high boots and, for a reason known only to her, a pirate hat she had found in the camp storage. Cheerilee was wearing her collar and nothing else.

“Mistress,” Cheerilee spoke up, not caring in the slightest that she was stood by the roadside, for all intents and purposes, naked and on display for any driver that happened to be passing, “do you think he'll actually show up?”

“Fail and face my sister's rage?” Luna snorted out a laugh, very sure that a failure by him to be there would prompt a return by her sister to ‘Daybreaker’, the rebellious pierced punk who had terrorised the neighbourhood way back when. “He's been watching us I'm sure, but I haven't detected him at all.”

“Forgive me,” Cheerilee fidgeted her fingertips together, “but I can't believe Celestia is being this adventurous!” Though she had known her for a good long while, the librarian had only ever known Celestia as the Principal she was now.

Luna smiled fondly. “My sister was a force of nature in her college days.” She well remembered all the times that her parents had received official letters threatening Daybreaker’s expulsion if her behaviour did not improve. “I know she’ll be here with Berry's truck and trailer. Those two are inseparable.”

“It's good to see her back to the 'force' she was then, Mistress.” Cheerilee stated as, in the distance, a pair of bright headlights could be seen coming their way.

After a few more moments, the bright white lights revealed themselves to belong to Berryshine’s truck and trailer. When she got out to greet them, Celestia was again wearing her extremely thin and skimpy bikini and her collar. She took one look at the waiting pair and decided not to point out that she could have been anyone and they wouldn’t have known. “Nice hat, Lu!” she opened instead.

“Arrrr, it goes well with me booty!” Luna declared in a very good – or very poor, depending on the point of view – of Captain Celaeno from the Pirates of the Skies movies, while Cheerilee just lost it in a giggle fit that made her double over clutching her belly.

“I thought it was Leelee that went well with your booty?” Celestia looked around excitedly, both at her sister and her girlfriend and also at the treeline behind them. She felt giddy, like she was back on her very first date. “Have you two been waiting long?”

“Thirty minutes, ish,” Cheerilee answered when she had stopped laughing.

“Long enough that he doesn't know what to do with us here,” Luna put in, “But now you're here…” she left that hanging in the air because, thanks to Cheerilee’s non-stop pestering, she really did want to meet him.

Seconds passed by and then Celestia saw the rustle in the trees just past Luna’s right shoulder. A shape that had been standing there for half an hour appeared between two trees, and as she looked at it, that shape took three steps forwards and no longer was it a formless shape. The moment the last few rays of the sun shone on Moonsilver’s face, Celestia broke into a smile. “He's behind you.”

Fast as lightning, Luna’s arm shot out to her right and she stopped Cheerilee from turning. She didn’t want her to get whiplash. “Of course he is, and maybe, if you don’t mind, you could introduce us to him?”

She was about to do just that, when Celestia looked down and she remembered she was wearing the bikini. “One moment, I fear I may be overdressed.” She made all haste to remove it and, when it was thrown onto the front seat of Berryshine’s truck, she walked over to the trees.

Just as fast as when she had stopped Cheerilee turning around, Luna placed a warning finger on Cheerilee’s lips. “No Leelee,” she answered the unspoken question, “I'm not doing the same. No need to start a competition.”

Celestia didn’t see Cheerilee affect a deep fake pout, nor did she pay any attention to what her sister had said. As she closed the distance to the trees, she only had eyes for the pale grey centaur stood before her. “I'm so glad you came!” she squealed in sheer delight, hugging her lover close to her the moment she was able.

“I recognise your sister and her pet,” Moonsilver said with a warm welcome smile as he nuzzled Celestia’s ear, “but I was unsure if I should show myself to them.”

“Come and meet them,” Celestia encouraged him, though she could have stood and took the nuzzle all night long. “Luna doesn't bite, unless you ask nicely, and Cheerilee is likely to pounce-hug you.”

Moonsilver laughed, “I think that’s what Honeyside says every time she sees a stallion or mare enter her bar.”

At the sound of the conversation, having waited what she judged to be a respectful amount of time, Luna at last turned around to face the voices behind her. To save herself a full night of pouting, she turned Cheerilee with her, too. She was not disappointed in the slightest when she saw that the centaur’s body matched his deep masculine voice. “My, you are an impressive bit of flesh, aren’t you? I can certainly see why my sister has fallen for you.”

Proudly, like a student who knew for sure that her show and tell presentation was going to earn her an A+, Celestia walked out of the trees with Moonsilver by her side. “Luna, Cheerilee, may I present Moonsilver, my lover, my soul-mate and my Master.”

Luna gave the pale grey centaur an appraising look, the sort of look that most students - and adults – shied away from. She was most impressed to see that he did not. That he possessed the courage of his convictions sent him up in her estimations straight away. Both dominants shared a look then, the look of one eminently proud of their partners and pets. “Are you accepting hugs?”

Still bearing that composed, assured look, Moonsilver stepped forwards, “I am.”

Luna placed her hand on the small of her pet’s back. “You have first hug, Leelee.”

“Yay!” Cheerilee squeed and, not needing to be invited to do so twice, the fuchsia submissive closed the distance quickly and she wrapped her arms around Moonsilver's body. As he was a bit taller than her, roughly Celestia’s height, she had to stand on the tips of her toes. That didn’t stop her from giving him the type of hug that he would not forget in a hurry.

While Cheerilee was doing that, Luna surrupticiously checked out the centaur’s undercarriage, interested to see if Moonsilver had real control after her pet had given him her best tit rub hug. She was pleased to see that he did have that control, because, she assumed, he only had eyes for her sister, in that regard. “An admirable hug, Cheerilee.” Luna complimented her, “Challenge accepted, but I think I’ll still lose to my sister of magnificent hugs.” She giggled as she replaced Cheerilee, but when she got close in the hug, she whispered, “I'm a very protective and vindictive sister. Yet I know that you will only show her love.”

In the hug, Moonsilver bit and nuzzled Luna’s ear. “Should I ever wrong her, I expect no less than the fury of you and the forest bought down upon me.”

‘Damn…’ Luna thought as she fanned herself, suddenly finding herself rather hot and bothered, “One hot stallion you have here sis.” Beaming, she walked over and hugged Celestia as tightly as she had hugged him. “I love you, and I hope you have fun.”

“I intend to, sister.” Standing by Moonsilver, Celestia kissed her lover’s cheek, “I'll see you both at home after the camp's done.”

“We should be home sometime after seven p.m. on Friday.”

Beaming out a smile that lit up her face like the sun had risen once more, Celestia hugged her sister. “I love you, Lu.” She watched as Luna took Cheerilee’s hand and led her back to the cabins, going the long way around so as not to give the gate guard an early Christmas present thanks to the naked Cheerilee. Celestia then turned back to Moonsilver. “Your carriage awaits, Master.”

Moonsilver cast an appraising glance over the trailer. While he admittedly didn’t know much about such vehicles, he could tell almost straightaway that it was one of decent quality. “I'm traveling in style I see.” He then looked in the open back door and smiled, “oh, you have it stocked too.”

“I do. Berryshine's best beer. Are you comfortable in there?” She asked as Moonsilver walked up the little ramp and into the back of the spotlessly clean trailer. Berryshine cared more for her horses than she did most humans, and it showed, too. “It's going to be over an hour’s drive.”

“I'm fine in my human driven chariot, thank you my sweet love,” Moonsilver laughed, though he did greatly appreciate her concern.

Since she knew she wouldn’t be able to talk to him once she got into the truck, Celestia thought it would be an idea to tell him what she was going to show him. That, and she knew that stopping and getting out over and over again would draw unwelcome attention. “I'm going to take you to my school first. I'll show you that, and then the portal to Equestria, and then we'll see Berry’s bar, and from there we’ll go on to my place.”

That surprised the centaur. “The portal is visiable?”

“Well,” Celestia mentally kicked herself, “The portal itself isn’t, but the statue where it is located is.”

“Okay...well, let us begin our tour of your fair city.” Moonsilver smiled as Celestia lifted the ramp and secured the doors. Just like she had said, the journey did indeed take roughly an hour. Far from being bored though, the centaur was fascinated by his first time in a human vehicle. He was amazed, first, by the sheer speed. He had never, ever gone that fast, even at his most determined gallop. Second, he was bewildered at the fact that he was going that fast while at the same time standing still.

When they eventually reached the city, the first stop on the tour was Canterlot High School, which Celestia was proud to show off. Looking out of the windows, Moonsilver saw a statue of a rearing horse – the statue, he assumed – where he had been told the portal to Equestria lay hidden. Had he not been told though, he wouldn’t have been any the wiser to the fact.

After that, Celestia drove them past what he had no trouble at all as identifying as Berryshine’s bar. The bight multi-coloured neon sign stating “Berry’s Punch Bowl” may have gone a long way to that conclusion. Finally, she turned the truck and she headed for her home. “Your city is very active at night,” Moonsilver said once Celestia had pulled up outside her one storey villa she shared with her sister. Behind it, he could make out Whitetail Wood. “It seems appropriate that there would be a stallion in front of your school.”

“I never really knew how appropriate it was until last year.” Celestia replied as, under the cover of darkness, she walked up to her door with Moonsilver beside her, not worried in the slightest that they would be seen. Her nearest neighbour, an elderly woman of almost eighty, would be asleep by now. “I hope you like the house.”

“The outside looks fine,” Moonsilver chuckled as he stood on the immaculately kept grass. By the light of the street lights, he could see that all the other houses were just as well kept, orderly and tidy, a marked step up from some parts of the city he had been driven through. Quite correctly, he assumed this was an upmarket part to live in. “Are we staying on the lawn?”

“No silly, we're going inside,” she opened the door and politely she stood aside, gesturing for him to enter ahead of her. “After you.”

Easily, Moonsilver walked into the spacious hallway and he looked around. Naturally, he was not surprised in the least to see that it was unlike any other dwelling he had ever been in before. Though it was different, it was a good different. Far from being imposing, the villa was warm and welcoming. With the soft carpets and clean stylish décor, he suspected that his pet and her sister lived comfortably. He approved. “Nice,” he passed his considered judgement, “Very nice.”

Celestia, who was as giddy as a teenager who had just bought her first boyfriend home for the first time, quickly dipped into the kitchen and had two cold beers at the ready from Luna’s stash in the fridge. “Would you like one? We can sit in the living room.”

Walking into the large room that Celestia had indicated as the living room, Moonsilver again took it all in. Here, the decoration was split in the middle widthways. One half was pure white, with a stylised blazing sun motif, while the other was the dark blue of midnight, with the moon and stars decorating the ceiling. Like before, everything was modern. There were furniture he recognised of course, couches, tables and chairs, then there were things he had no idea about. He moved the coffee table so that he could recline in front of the couch. “This will work. Since you didn't seem to mind going nude from the car to here, I thought it safe for me too. You live in a nice quiet neighborhood.”

“I love it here,” Celestia smiled as she joined him on the floor and passed him a beer, “It's far enough away from the city to be quiet, and nobody bothers you.”

Holding up a hand to stop her sitting down next to him, he quickly motioned to the couch. “Sit there and spread your legs.”

“Yes, Master…” Celestia didn’t even stop to think about how easily she had slipped into her submissive role, she just obeyed, sitting naked on her couch, got comfy and spread her thick legs wide apart. She had to giggle to herself, as Moonsilver took a lewd sniff of her vagina, that it wasn’t that long ago she’d be rolling her eyes at Luna and Cheerilee for a similar display. When he held his beer up to her, she clinked hers to his and smiled, “I've dreamed about having you in my house.”

“Amongst other things, I'm sure.” Moonsilver grinned as he took a swig of the beer with the moon symbol on the bottle. “This is rather good.”

“I'm glad you like it.” Celestia chuckled, “It's Berry's best. She calls it Nighting-ale, because it’s brewed at night. That’s why Luna likes it so much. She’s convinced the moon makes it taste better. And Berry’s horses seem to like it too.”

As he had just taken a mouthful of the beer, Moonsilver snorted and almost choked. “Thank you for telling me that!”

“You're very welcome!” Celestia beamed, happy at a job well done, she tenderly stroked his strong muscular chest with a bare foot. The things she could do to him! The things she wanted him to do to her now they were alone in her house! “Would aah, would you like to snuggle and watch a movie before we go to bed?”

In a couple of gulps, Moonsilver finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the coffee table. “Let me see how well I fit on that couch and then you can snuggle up. As she got up and he carefully arranged himself, didn’t know what a ‘movie’ was, but he figured that Celestia would need to do something to make it happen.

While he got himself comfortable on the couch, not an easy task when one was his size, Celestia got busy. First, she set popcorn going in the microwave, then, Moonsilver watched without a word as she opened up a small case and took from it a small disc shaped thing, and placed it into one of the rectangular black things underneath a large shiny black thing he had no idea what they were.

Whatever it was, this ‘movie’ seemed quite the process.

Disappearing into the kitchen once more when a loud pinging noise was heard, Celestia came back with a large bowl of popcorn and two more beers. “Are you ready?” she asked when she sat back down beside him on the couch. At a nod of his head, he almost jumped out of his skin when, after dimming the lights in the room, he watched her point a small box at the big rectangle on the wall and the thing came to life with moving pictures and noise!

And that was before they started to watch Daring Do and the Raiders of the Lost Temple.

“That was…intersting…” Moonsilver voiced his considered opinion of what he had just seen an hour and fifty five minutes later when the credits began to roll. Once he had gotten over the shock and amazement of the moving pictures on the screen, he had, admittedly, enjoyed it. “Was it a…drama?”

Celestia giggled and, getting up, she removed the disc from the player and placed the movie back in its right place in her collection. “More like an...adventure romance, I think. And a bit of drama. I remember going to see this movie when it first came out in the cinema. Thirty years ago...”

“What?” Moonsilver affected a most genuine offended expression, “You didn't invite me!”

As she turned off the wall mounted flat screen TV, Celestia returned to the couch and resumed her snuggles. “I didn't know you existed back then, silly.” She laughed, because she was sure that if he had been around, he would have been but a foal. “I was so wild back then. My friends, Rosie and Berry, and I would run naked in Whitetail Woods all the time.”

Now it was the centaur’s turn to laugh, “Well, now you can add riding naked in the Everfree Forest to that claim.”

“And getting laid in the Everfree Forest, don’t forget,” Celestia wrapped her arms around his muscular upper arm and she snuggled her head onto his shoulder, “You'd like Berry. And Rosie. They’re so much fun.”

“I'm sure they are nice people, and I'd be happy to meet them, but you,” he placed a soft and loving kiss on her head, “are so much fun.”

Nestled into his side, Celestia was absolutely sure that he could feel the intense heat radiating from her cheeks. She smiled though, because she didn’t care about the blush spreading across her face. “Luna says I've become fun again, since meeting you, that I’ve become her sister once more, not a second mother.”

“So,” Moonsilver said after he let out a rather large, and totally not exaggerated in any way, yawn, “I have a bed, but I’ve heard that human beds are different.” There was a playful twinkle in his eye when he looked down at his beautiful lover, “I think I would like to try one and you would have to be there for me to have a good idea of its use.”

Celestia heard what he said, she saw the playful twinkle in his eyes. She heard and saw and, encouraged, she had a rather fun idea. “Ah! I know just the bed for us to test!” She had a look of impish glee as she got up and folded the blanket they were laid under and placed the empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table. It was about time that she pranked her sister. “How was the popcorn, by the way?”

“The popcorn was…interesting,” he replied after a moment’s thought on the subject, “with this microwave cooking. We use a cast iron skillet to make popcorn in the forest.”

“If it was thirty years ago, it would be Jiffy Pop on a stove top.” Celestia giggled as she took his hand in hers and she led him through the one storey house to a bedroom with a large half moon on the door. Her impish smile widened, hardly able to believe what she was about to do. “You know, I'm impressed how similar our societies are, you use the geodes and magic like we use technology.”

As he walked into the bedroom, Moonsilver smiled, because it was immediately apparent that the bedroom, with its very dark blue paint on the walls, constellations on the ceiling and indeed the moon, was not at all 'Celestia' in its design. “One of your writers wrote, ‘any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, and any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced’. My favorite though is, any technology you don’t understand is magic.”

“You make a good point, my love.” Celestia reached over, flicked on the light switch and in an instant, Luna's bedroom was lit up. “Here we go. This is a comfy bed!” she proceeded to bounce her bare ass on that comfortable bed, loving the feel of the duvet cover beneath her naked body.

Moonsilver looked the room, and the bed, over now that there was light to do so. As he suspected, this was most definitely not his pet’s bedroom. He could see by the very look on her face just what she was thinking, and he approved. “You are a naughty one, my pet, but it does look large enough.” Carefully, he got up onto the bed and onto his back, his legs in the air. “At least if I like diagonally. Come my little minx and let us test this comfy bed.”

“I am naughty, aren't I?” Celestia grinned, before crawling on top of him, between his open legs.

When he was able, Moonsilver played with Celestia's heavy fleshy breasts, breasts that he could happily get lost in forever. “You are very naughty and it would be best if you can distract me enough that I might forget how naughty you are.”

“Or?” Celestia whispered breathily into his ear as she moved back and forth, rubbing her wet crotch over and along his sheath, while at the same time kissing and nipping at his neck all the way up to his ear.

“Are you sure you want an ‘or’?” Moonsilver asked with a raised eyebrow that spoke volumes, “It won't be what you might be hoping it is.”

“Mmmm…” Celestia kept up her attention to his ear, attention she knew he liked and got him going, if the throbbing in his sheath below her damp pussy was anything to go by, “Perhaps not, if it's not going to be some spanky fun.”

Smirking, and without warning, the centaur brought down his left forehoof and he slapped Celestia's ass hard, something he was well aware he had not done with her before. “That’s for stalling, naughty pet.”

“Ah!” Celestia gasped, first at the sound of the hoof slap on her bare ass, and then the sharp stinging pain of the hoof slap that blossomed in her fat behind. Quickly, she resumed the grinding of her crotch on his sheath. “I’m sorry Master!”

Seconds later, and Moonsilver’s other forehoof landed sharply and just as unexpectedly on Celestia’s other ass cheek. “I must maintain balance,” he snickered up to her shocked face, “And encouragement.”

“Aaaah…Aaaaaaah ye-yes you must...” Celestia, who hadn't been spanked in a very, very long time, was in a most euphoric state. The sweet, sweet stinging in her ass just served to get her wetter and wetter, and to make her grind harder onto his sheath. She was rewarded for her efforts when she felt his flat head emerge under her. Straight away, she got it wet with her arousal.

Considering just how far to push her, Moonsilver rubbed his forehooves hard on Celestia's ass. “My pet begs for encouragement?” while she seemed more that willing to go further and harder, he didn’t want to go too far.

“Ooooh...we-well um...in case I forget, Master…” Celestia’s reply was silenced to mere whimpers though when she felt the rest of his generous length – and girth – emerge from its sheath and she ground herself harder along it. A lewd moan escaped her when her wet pussy went over his medial ring.

Judging he was in safe territory, Moonsilver delivered two hard slaps to each of her jiggling, rippling ass cheeks, thouh he was careful to target different areas each time. “Imagine if they were shod like your earth horses,” he snickered, for the deluge of juices that flooded from her tunnel was his reward.

Celestia was getting wetter and wetter by the second, just thinking about that. “I am...imagining it, Master!” she panted through her lust addled haze of pain and pleasure. She wasn’t sure where one ended and the other began any longer. She just knew she wanted him to take her like the slut she was.

Underneath her, Moonsilver was watching Celestia closely, for her knew just how hard a hoof could hit. He could see she was slipping into that heady sensation filled subspace, and the look of sheer need on her face almost made him blow right there. “I don't think you're trying hard enough as I'm still under you, instead of in you.”

On top, Celestia knew he was fully erect just by the feel of his pulsing, throbbing member sliding between her moist thighs. Adjusting her position just slightly, she reached under him and pointed the head of his cock up to meet her descending pussy. Happy to let gravity do its thing, she slid down until, with a satisfyingly lewd and dirty squelch, he was inside her to his medial ring in one smooth movement. “Better, Master?”

Now he was in her, Moonsilver gave out a soft moan. Now his hands were free to play with those perfect breasts he loved so much. He stopped spanking her with his hooves, Tia's tits and his hooves, instead he placed them firmly on her ass as she rode him. “Much better,” he smirked, his thumbs and forefingers rolling and tweaking her hard nipples, “We really need to make a mess on this bed…”

~ ~ ~

“Well, with this cooking,” Moonsilver smiled the next morning after a most hearty breakfast consisting of chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes, cheesy scrambled eggs, and finally, several rounds of toast, “I think you’re a keeper!”

“Oh?” Celestia rolled her eyes at her lover and shot him a playful glare as she quickly cleaned the breakfast dishes in the sink, a quick task, seeing as how there had been literally nothing left on any of the plates after they were finished, “And I thought I was a keeper when you were screaming my name as your dad watched you screw me senseless.”

Getting up from the breakfast table, Moonsilver hugged his lover from behind, his strong firm hands pressing ever so slightly into her pudgy belly, and he kissed the back of her neck. “As far more than a pet, I mean, my goddess.”

Turning in his embrace, Celestia kissed his lips. “I know what you meant, Silver. So, you like my choccy pancakes? They were my mother's recipe.”

Looking down at her, he couldn’t help the rather juvenile smirk that spread over his muzzle. “I like how you look in an apron and nothing else, oh, and the pancakes are a wonderful bonus.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Celestia giggled as she stuck out her tongue out and wiggled her ass. “Now you've eaten that, you sweet talker, I'll make the coffee.” She froze though, her hand poised on the coffee machine when a thought occurred to her. Something she hadn’t considered before. “Um...have you had coffee, before?”

“Is it a type of tea?”

“Oh no...it's the best drink ever to wake you up and get you going in the morning!” Celestia enthused, then, as she got the machine working, she giggled. While she did love and adore her jasmine tea in the afternoons, and that was perfect for enjoying her soap operas on the TV in her rocking chair, she had to defer to coffee in the mornings. And not just to appease her sister. “You'll love it.”

“Is it dangerous enough to still need an apron?” Moonsilver laughed, though he watched what she was doing, what buttons she was pressing and so on.

“No,” Celestia quickly shed the apron she had been permitted to wear whilst cooking and, when the coffee was ready, she poured it out into two mugs she had taken from a cupboard on the wall and added some milk. “Enjoy.”

“I'm enjoying before my first sip,” he took the offered mug and raised it up to his lips.

“Aaaaaah that's the stuff!” Celestia sighed happily as she took a long draught, swilling it around her mouth before she swallowed, “Sometimes I need this to get started and I’m able to face the day.”

Tentatively, Moonsilver took his first ever sip of coffee, “That…is stronger than any black tea I've ever had.”

“It has the power to raise the dead, at least it does if you see the state of my sister in the mornings.”

“You were in a fine state this morning. I woke to true beauty,” Moonsilver started to laugh at the thoroughly adorable pout she levelled at him, for her multi-coloured hair had been in the style known as ‘hedge backwards’ when she had woken up in his arms, “and then you found a brush and tamed the beast.” He then took a larger drink, “A little bitter, but better than some bark teas.”

With her nose in the air, Celestia sniffed in a very good imitation of Rarity, “I'm sure I look beautiful no matter what my hair looks like…” she then sipped her coffee and sidled around the kitchen table for a snuggle. “So, what shall we do today?” she kissed his cheek, “or, where in the house shall we do it today?”

“Do I have to ask your sister to see your foal book?”

Hearing that, Celestia froze in mock horror. “Centaurs have baby books?”

“Is there a sentient species that doesn't?”

In utter defeat, Celestia sighed and, before she went, she threw the rest of her coffee down her neck. If she was going to look at ‘those’, she needed fortifying. “Probably not. Don't go away, I'll go get them,” Moonsilver clapped his hands in glee as her naked ass left the living room. Finishing his coffee, he used the machine to prepare another cup each like he had watched her do. Moments later, and Celestia returned with a small stack of photo albums. “Here they are, come on through,” she walked into the living room where she sat on the couch, the stack of albums on the coffee table in date order, the baby one on top. “Thank you for the coffee my love.”

Moonsilver sat next to her on the couch, but this sip of coffee was much harsher than the first had been. “Is this what you use to fuel your automobiles?”

Looking curiously at the dark brown sludge in the mug, Celestia giggled, noting that there was no milk. “Silly, you didn't add the milk, Master, hang on a moment,” she got up and went for the milk, fully aware, as she did so, that Moonsilver was watching every jiggly move she made. When she came back with the milk, she added much jiggle in her step.

“Hum, that does make it better,” Moonsilver conceded when he tasted the now milky coffee, relieved that it was no longer putting hair on his eyeballs. He kissed her and casually groped her breast, “I bet your milk would make it taste even better. Now about these tombs of knowledge.”

There was a definite blush on Celestia’s face as she sat back on the couch and took the first book from the top of the stack. “I warn you. Once seen, it cannot be unseen,” warning given, she opened the book and, much to her mortification, one of the first few photos was of her as a baby in a bath peeing up a fountain from between her legs.

“I do hope you know how to revive someone,” Moonsilver sniggered, kissing her blushing cheeks, “This cuteness may stop my heart.”

“I forgot about that one...” Celestia murmured, hoping against hope that the following pictures weren’t as bad as that one had been. Alas, her hope was a forlorn one, for, a few pages in, there was another bath time photo. This one was of an older Celestia sharing a bath with her baby sister and this time it was Luna peeing on her.

Moonsilver didn’t even attempt to hide his sniggered giggles, “I see it runs in the family!”

“Ha, de ha, ha,” Poor Celestia was about to combust on the couch. She was offering up silent ‘thanks’ and curses to her parents for having took those pictures when, on the next page was a man and woman stood side by side. Celestia was stood between them, smiling at the camera in a white sundress and Luna was held in the woman’s arms. “There's mom and dad, may the Great Forest protect them.”

The fact that his lover was using centaur saying like they were her own did not escape Moonsilver. It only made her more attractive to him. “Your beauty has only increased with time, my love.”

“You sweet talker,” Celestia talked him through the next three photo albums, all of which were of her, Luna and their parents as the sisters had grown up. The next one she went for was entitled ‘Whitetail Wood’ and Celestia’s eyes lit up when she opened it. It opened with a picture of her and Berryshine, joined on the next pages by Roseluck, as youngsters. As the pages turned, the three girls grew older and they grew into naked teenagers in Whitetail Wood.

“What I know of humans,” Moonsilver commented, intently studying the pictures of the three carefree smiling friends, “This nudity isn't strange, but to find it in a book is...unusual. I will guess, based on this, that Berryshine and Roseluck aren't as well endowed as you are.” That much was painfully obvious, for neither of the other two girls had breasts as large as Celestia had.

“Berry is my best friend ever.” Celestia smiled warmly down at the old photo, her fingertips touching the image of her friend’s faces like she was touching the past, “Followed so closely by Rosie. Berry's the one of us who is most now like she was in this photo.”

“The one you want me to meet first.”

“I do. Because I don't want any secrets from her, well from both of them, to be honest. But...I also don't want you to shoot her, either.”

“Shoot...” Realisation dawned on Moonsilver’s face a fraction of a second later. “Oh, will she be visiting our forest unattended?”

“Oh no, no I shouldn't think so. I just want to know if I call her to come here now, it'll be okay?”

“And I forgot to bring my bow!” Moonsilver snapped his fingers and made a most exaggerated sigh of frustration, “Oh well, no shooting today, I suppose!”

“Okay,” she kissed him and reached for her phone. “I’ll call her,” As she thumbed through her menus to find Berryshine’s number, she absent mindedly turned the page to a photo of her, Berryshine, Roseluck and Luna at the newly opened Equestrian Land theme park. Very curious, Moonsilver took over the turning of the pages while she was on the phone. “Hey, Bez!” she exclaimed when her friend finally answered.

“Celly,” Berryshine sounded as though she had been woken up way too early in the day, which she had. It was only just past eight, and her bar had only been shut seven hours. “Uuuuugh…you still need my trailer?”

“For a day or two, yeah.” In start contrast, Celestia’s voice was bright and very awake. She had always been a morning person, but that morning, Moonsilver’s hand was groping her breast. Again. “I'll bring it back Saturday, like I said. But hey, you want to come over now, I can show you why I needed it.”

“Your house?”

“Yep!”

“Okay,” Berryshine struggled to wipe away the not-enough-sleep fug from her tired brain as she sat up in her bed – or sat up on her bed in a mess of yesterday’s clothes and a cocoon of duvet covers – and tried to think. “Your area isn't zoned for horses, so this I got to see. Give me an hour to get there.”

“You so do got to see it!” Celestia exclaimed as Moonsilver’s groping hand began to wander southwards. “Oh, and bring beer. Fair warning, Bez, I'll be wearing my Whitetail Woods clothes.”

Now, no matter how tired and sleep deprived she happened to be, and she was very to both, there was no way that Berryshine missed the meaning of what her best friend had just let slip. Whitetail Woods clothes meant nothing, nude, naked, starkers. “How many beers have you had this morning, Celly?”

“None,” she defended herself, “just two strong coffees.”

“Okaaaay,” Berryshine replied in a manner that just screamed that she didn’t believe her. “I’ll see you in fifty minutes. Ta ta!”

“See ya!” when she hung up her phone, Celestia saw that Moonsilver and his questing hand had moved onto a different book, this one was clearly of Luna. An older, teenage Luna. A teenage Luna wearing a dark blue dress, black stockings and long arm gloves and bright green contact lenses. “Oh, that…” Celestia giggled at Moonsilver’s questioning look, “I'm glad that phase didn't last. Luna insisted we all call her Nightmare Moon.”

“A bit too heavy on the makeup if you ask me,” the pale grey centaur passed his opinion. While Celestia’s sister was still admittedly beautiful, there was an eerie sinister menace to the pictures of ‘Nightmare Moon’ that made the fur on his neck stand up. Her parting words to him the day before came back to him, ‘I'm a very protective and vindictive sister’. He believed it, too.

Celestia rolled her eyes at the old picture of her sister. “She was a moody tempermental brat, full of jealousy, bitterness and rage. Thankfully I banished her to summer camp where she met Cheerilee, and that phase soon came to an end.”

“Her pet.”

“Yes Master. Cheerilee snapped Luna out of...whatever that was and I was able to welcome her back into the home once her issues had been dealt with.” Celestia, hoping that her lover wouldn’t pry too much into her younger sister’s troubled past, changed the subject with a kiss. “Shall we take a shower before Berry gets here?”

Moonsilver though, while he was willing to accept the subject change – after all, Celestia’s sister was little to do with him – he had something other than a shower in mind. “I noticed, last night, that your sister has some rope in her room. I wonder, do you by any chance have some in yours?”

“Yes I do,” Celestia shuffled her feet and fidgeted her fingers together, like a child caught with one hand in the cookie jar and the other in the tub of ice cream, “Because I ahem...'borrowed' some of Luna's. As well as some aah, ‘other’ things.”

Moonsilver loved the look and expression his lover was making right at that moment. He wished he could have it on a loop to watch at his leisure. “Bring it please, so I might inspect the rope.”

“Yes Master!” Celestia was only too grateful to be excused from the living room. Getting up, she all but ran through the villa to her bedroom, coming back moments later with her embarrassed blush cleared and with a quantity of quality rope in varying lengths and widths in her hands. She was glad, at that moment, that Luna only bought the best equipment. Along those lines, she also bought with her a pair of extremely sharp medical shears.

First, Moonsilver took the shears and he inspected them, finding they exceeded his expectations. They certainly knocked the spots off of his beloved flint knife that his grandfather had given him. “This looks a lot safer than a knife. Maybe you can acquire some of these for my use back home?”

“These are mine, I bought them after our first session when I met Honeyside. You can have them and I'll buy some more.”

“No,” Moonsilver shook his head firmly, “As you should always have these available for my visits. As you know, I have no shortage of binding instruments.” The dominant centaur then took one of the longer lengths of rope and he looped it over Celestia's head so that it draped down her front. He tapped the rope indicating that she should hold it in place.

‘Oh my gosh...Berry's on her way!’ Celestia thought, all of a sudden exceedingly nervous as she bit her lip and placed her fingers where her lover had tapped the rope. ‘She'll see me like this!’ It was one thing to have him tie her up, to dominate her in front of her sister and even to fuck her in front of his father, but this…this was quite another thing entirely.

Moonsilver saw the nervous, inhibited and shy look on Celestia’s face and he didn’t have to try very hard to work out why it was there. He decided to give her an out, in case it was all too much. “Wait, this isn’t fair.” He removed the fine rope from around her neck. “I surprised you with this. Do you need a moment to think it over, or do you want to stop?” he wore a big smile on his face, letting her know whatever she wanted to do was okay. “You can use the bathroom now if you need to, because it’ll be messy to do so later.”

“No Master,” Celestia said after she took several moments to compose herself. She knew he would be right there, and that he would care for her. “I'm good right now. Please, continue.”

With her consent given, Moonsilver picked up a coil of rope and rested it in his arms. He used his left hand to hold the rope loosely and pulled it through with his right hand which kept hold of the end. His left hand inspected the rope for any possible debris and judged his pulling speed to prevent any rope burn later. He watched Celestia carefully and he could tell from her smile and breathing that she looked forward to some bondage play.

When the rope reached its end in his left hand, he placed both ends in his right hand. Holding the ends together, he pulled the rope back through his left hand until it reached the center point. The centaur then stood and again he looped the rope over her head so it fell just past Celestia’s shoulder blades. Agsin, he tapped the rope on her upper chest and she moved both hands to hold it in place.

Full of curiosity, Celestia kept her head down and watched his skilled hands work while she held the rope in place. He made the first pearl, a figure eight, with the rope even with the top of her breasts. The rope flowed through the knot. Both strands side by side and there was no cross over in the knot with the two strands exiting the bottom.

Several more pearls followed with a practiced measured distance between each one. Still holding the rope, the centsur made a half twist gesture with his hand and Celestia obediently turned to face away from him. She could feel him near as he passed the rope between her legs and the rope pressed against each side of her ass. Without seeing, she knew from the times he had tied her up before he was making the last pearl that would rest above the small of her back.

Moonsilver then took the ends of the rope and ran them under the loop at her shoulder blades. After a simple half-hitch knot with each length of rope he let the ends fall to the floor. He reached around with his arms and tapped Celestia’s hands lightly. They immediately fell to her sides. Then, the centaur inspected the two pearls from behind to see one lay above her ass crack and the other over her anus. He moved around to the front to check that the others lay over the clitoral hood, her navel, and below and above her breasts. He completed his tour of his goddess and stood behind her once more.

Smiling at a job well done, Moonsilver took up the ends of the rope to finish his tortoise shell binding. In short order, the silent dance around her was complete and all Celestia could feel was the rope lightly touching her skin as it ran down her front, under, and up her back. The submissive woman could then feel another knot tied at the base of each shoulder before Moonsilver’s arms reached around to pass the rope ends over her breasts and between the two stands in her cleavage and then back under each breast.

This continued through the strands along her back and then between breast and navel. The ends were then threaded alongside her ass and back to the front between groin and navel. One last journey was made to her back above her butt and he pulled. The centaur continued to pull at various points driving the knots deep until they pressed into her skin. Her breasts were forced apart by the spreading diamond between them and squeezed by the top and bottom ropes. A diamond between her breasts and navel grew forcing that pearl into her bellybutton. The diamond below that drove those knots into her ass and under the hood rubbing against her love button.

Still, Moonsilver pulled, compressing the rope against her skin and she stood enchanted by his taking total control.

The dominant centaur let one hand roam over her body to verify the placement of each knot. He could feel the heat radiating between her thighs and he smiled. While he learned that she loved some firm discipline he was pleased that she also enjoyed his art. It was her total trust that allowed him to take total control. He tightened the full body wrap until the ropes lay flush against her pure white skin. There was enough left over for one last binding as he laid the rope over her shoulders to run down between her breasts. He placed his right hand in her vision and made the half twisting gesture.

Obediently, Celestia turned to face her Master and she watched him thread the ends above the first knot to run alongside her breasts. He then ran the ends under and back up over the ropes above and below her fleshy orbs to cinch then together, squeezing her breasts from top, bottom, and sides giving the illusion that she had far more than even her usual D cup size. He then passed the ends under her arms and pulled her close to finish with a pretty bow at the middle of her back. His kiss was fully returned and she wished she could wrap him in an identical hug, but knew that she didn’t have permission to do so.

All in all, it took Moonsilver just over half an hour to apply the ropes over Celestia’s body. He also knew it took an hour to get from Berryshine’s bar and that it had been roughly forty minutes since his pet had made the phone call. Just enough time to make some final preparations. “You may prepare refreshments for me and your guest, pet.”

“Yes Master. I have just the thing…” Celestia walked from the living room to the fridge in the kitchen and she took out two non-alcoholic beers, two glasses, some ice and a tray, then she carried those to the living room. All the time, with every step she took, it was like a fire was being stoked inside her. The knots pressed delightfully into her clitoris and her anus as she walked and she loved every second of it.

“Prepare for us a snack,” Moonsilver ordered once she had set the drinks tray down on the coffee table, “Maybe a meat and cheese plate with some bread.” He wasn’t purely being an ass, by sending her back where he had just sent her. As she walked, he watched her carefully, all the while assessing his ropework and how easily she moved.

“At once, Master.” Without question, Celestia returned to the kitchen, putting a lot of jiggle into her walk. She saw him watching her and she wanted to give him a treat. In the kitchen, she quickly placed some ham, chicken and beef, along with four different cheeses and slices of bread on a large plate.

The door bell rang almost as soon as Celestia placed that second plate on the coffee table beside the first. While she stood with wide eyes, Moonsilver was in complete and total control. “You may stand there, pet.” He pointed to a spot that he knew was not visible from the open door. “And you will remain silent until I say otherwise.”

With her cheeks flushing, Celestia nodded her head silently and she stood where she had been told. Outside in the mid-morning sun, Berryshine let out a frustrated snort and rang the door bell a second time. “C'mon Celly!” she yelled at the closed door before ringing the bell again. Just as she was about to yell that she had invited her, the front door opened just enough for Moonsilver to stick his head through. He saw Berryshine stood in her red flannel shirt that exposed her flat belly and her short denim shorts and her endless toned legs that ended in her boots and he snickered.

Berryshine, holding the crate of beers under her arm, slowly slid her sunglasses down her nose and summed up what she saw in three simple words. “Oh. My. Gosh…”