“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…”

“Did you bring the beer?” asked Moonsilver by way of greeting, the centaur loving the look of shock on Berryshine’s face.

Berryshine though looked at him confused, and not just because he was a centaur. “Um…I'm sorry?” she asked, her brow furrowing because she didn't understand Greek. Laughing, for Moonsilver had come to take for granted the fact that Celestia could speak his language, opened the door so that she could see his upper body and he gestured for her to enter. “Fuck...” was her considered opinion at that chiselled slab of muscle as she followed him inside. “Celly!” she called out, “Where you at girl?”

When no answer came to her, because Celestia had been forbidden from speaking without permission, Berryshine ventured deeper into her best friend’s house. Once she was inside, in the hall, Berryshine saw her stood in the rope harness. She also saw all of Moonsilver and looking at him stole all her questions. “Celly!?” she squeaked, utterly amazed for a split second, the bartender looking from him to her and back again. “Now…Now I know I haven't had enough of this to make me see what I'm seeing...” she referred to the beer under her arm and walked up to the pale grey centaur, “You are a handsome thing, aren't you?”

“I am!” Moonsilver laughed because, as the words left his mouth, he realised that Berryshine still couldn’t understand him. Fortunately, there was an easy solution to hand. “Pet, you speak our language well enough. Take your language stone and slip it into the front of her shorts so it touches her flesh. Let’s see if the magic has made it to her.”

“Yes Master,” Celestia spoke without thinking, though she hastened to do as she was told, making Berryshine squeak when she placed the white magical stone not just inside her denim shorts but also inside her white panties.

“Celly...girl...” Berryshine at last turned her attention to her best friend, her eyes going wide when she took in exactly what she was wearing. Or, to be more specific, what she wasn’t wearing. “I haven't seen you wearing something that racy in a long time!” she was about to say something else but then, when the wave of magic hit her like a momentary wave of nausea, she shook her head to clear it. “Whoa...”

That smirk was back on Moonsilver’s face. He directed a raised eyebrow at Celestia, communicating silently between the two of them that he had caught her transgression and that she was in trouble. Her guilty look in response just made him smirk all the more. Damn if he didn’t love that look on her. “So, Ms. overdressed,” he said, addressing their guest directly, “can you understand me now?”

To her very great surprise, Berryshine could understand what he was saying. “Hey,” she looked amazed as she set the crate she was carrying on an empty seat in the living room, “I can understand you! What gives? What was that stone thingy?” Not that she minded that Celestia had placed her hand in her panties. That was always welcome.

“It’s a language stone,” Moonsilver explained, eminently pleased to discover that Berryshine could use the stone Celestia had loaned to her. “It translates any language, although it has to touch…” he paused and brazenly he pressed his hand against the crotch of her denim shorts, “Flesh for it to work. I'm guessing my naughty pet did it right.”

“Your pet...” Berryshine looked again from Celestia to Moonsilver, a smile slowly spreading over her plum coloured face. The day was shaping up to be a very good day indeed. Almost worth getting out of bed early for. “So you're her mystery lover, the one who's turned her clock back?”

Moonsilver snickered, “And you're her bestest friend ever that hasn't peed on her. That I know of. I do accept hugs.”

Immediately, needing no further invitation, Berryshine strode over the living room and she wrapped him in a tight hug. She looked him square in the eyes as she smooshed her red flannel shirt covered breasts into his muscular chest. “Hmmm, now I know you're real.” She could have lived the rest of her life in that hug. “Centaur living in the Everfree Forest, huh?”

“My,” Moonsilver chuckled, the centaur felt his sheath throb – entirely not his fault, mind you, when he had Celestia naked and bound by his side and he had just endured that hug, “Your hug feels as good as the picture of you and my pet scampering in the woods. Thank you for the use of the trailer, it gave me a nice perspective of life outside the forest.”

“You're very welcome.” Berryshine sat on the couch, for the moment acting like Celestia wasn’t even there in the room. “I figured your pet was up to something. There's only one person she calls with instructions 'not to ask questions' and that's Berryshine!” the bartender struck an ‘awesome’ pose with both thumbs pointed at herself, “I take it then that you're Moonsilver?”

The centaur nodded, taking an instant liking to this new human. She reminded him greatly of a much younger Honeyside. Which was never a bad thing. “Good to know my fame proceeds me,” he smiled at her presumptuousness at sitting before she had been invited to do so, “Please have a seat so my pet may serve us.”

“Thank you kind sir,” Berryshine giggled, then she laughed when her belly rumbled. Since she had been woken up at such an ungodly hour, she had skipped breakfast in an attempt to get over as fast as she could. “I haven't had time to eat, because someone got me up early,” she shot Celestia the same kind of look she reserved for when a drunk punter threw up on her boots, “So some bread and meat is just what I need!”

Despite what she had said, Moonsilver saw the wink that Berryshine shot his pet as she obediently served them both and he decided that he definitely liked this human. “I'm waiting to see if my naughty pet will talk and be naughty again,” he said after taking a long draught from the beer bottle, he tested her by picking up the photo album and flipping the page until he saw the two friends naked in the wood.

Blushing, Celestia opened her mouth to object but at the last minute she realised she was being tested and, with that in mind, just a squeak came out as she looked at the page from where she was standing, ready to serve. “That was fun!” Berryshine enthused, her eyes alight with nostalgia at the old photo. “We used to spend all our school holidays naked in Whitetail Woods. We'd camp, swim, just hang out.”

“Yes, hang out…” Moonsilver couldn’t resist. The joke was right there! His father would have never forgiven him had he passed up such an opportunity. “Who took the picture?”

Part of the way through drinking her beer, Berryshine suddenly snickered and she guffawed out a full on belly laugh, snorting a small amount of the beer over Celestia who was being very well behaved now as she got the joke. “Oh I see what you mean! Hanging out!” As she laughed harder, she suspected that he had waited until she had a mouthful on purpose. She liked this guy. He had a sense of humour. “Our friend Roseluck took it. She was our third Wild Girl.”

“Is there a picture of her in this book, maybe dressed the same way?” Moonsilver hated how eager he sounded, after all, he was not a colt lusting after his first female in season.

“There should be…” Berryshine took the album from him and she flicks through a few of the pages and, ten pages later, sure enough there was a picture of the three of them, arm in arm, side by side at a camp site, naked as the day they were born and smiling broad smiles at the camera. On the following pages there was a picture of Celestia and Roseluck taken by Berryshine, the two lounging in a hammock together. “Little Luna took the one of the three of us together. She sneaked out after us one time to see what we were doing.”

“I'm sure she was just looking for practice tips before she pounced Cheerilee.”

“Oh, so you know about Leelee?” Berryshine asked and Celestia just blushed harder and made a second squeaking noise. “I'm the last to know!” she raised her hand dramatically to her head, “Oh wait, I’m not, Rosie is!”

“Pet, you may have food and drink.” Moonsilver gestured to the tray and to the platter. After all, she had been good since her one instance of speaking out of turn. “I do like how she looks, Berryshine,” he spoke to the bartender as Celestia quietly got some meat and cheese on some bread and ate delicately. “She is quite beautiful.”

“Yeah, she is!” Berryshine playfully swatted Celestia’s wide fat ass as she quietly ate, finding the look she gave her absolutely priceless. “I've been telling her she's beautiful for years. I’m glad you've got through to her. I'd love to have her size up here though,” Berryshine patted her own chest which, while not flat by any means, was still a couple of cup sizes smaller than her best friend’s D’s. “So...” she changed the subject after eating her second sandwich, “I'm guessing you're magic, from that horse realm?”

Moonsilver paused halfway through his third sandwich and looked at Celestia, suddenly unsure of what to say. “You may speak, pet.”

Celestia, who – while she may have been relatively new to the whole BDSM scene - was not stupid. She knew full well that she had only been invited to speak to cover the fact that she knew more about that other world than he did, and he didn’t wish to appear ill informed. “Yes Berry, my Master’s people are originally from Equestria.”

“Ha!” Berryshine exclaimed victoriously before helping herself to another of her beers. “I thought so! Everything out of the ordinary around here lately is magic from there!”

“Berry,” Celestia winced, not just because she wasn’t sure if she was still allowed to speak or not, but mostly at her best friend’s ‘exuberance’, “You will be discreet, won't you?”

“Celly please,” Berryshine looked offended, and it wasn’t wholly playful, either. “You know me! I've kept your secrets for years. I know when to yap and when to keep my trap shut. Now,” she paused, because she had a very pressing thing to ask the both of them. An urgent thing she had just thought of. “Have you two...y'know?”

Celestia’s deep, intense beet red blush answered her better than any vocal response ever could.

“Yes, we have kissed,” Moonsilver laughed, “among other things.”

That sealed it as far as Berryshine was concerned. “Oh, well now I know my Wild Girl is back!” Still holding her beer bottle and somehow not spilling a single drop, she applauded her best friend’s blush. “Well done, Celly!”

“It does seem that there are no secrets between the two of you,” Moonsilver smiled, for he approved. It was like himself and Shadewalker, or his father and Honeyside, or his sister and Applewood. Everyone should have someone they could confide everything to, no matter what it was. “She told you of our meeting, then?”

“She told me she had met the love of her life hiking in the forest,” Berryshine confirmed, telling him a much condensed version of all the sappy gushing that Celestia had inflicted upon her this past month, “And she told me she had been screwed by him in the woods. The only thing she didn't tell me was that you were a centaur. A very handsome centaur.”

Moonsilver had felt his sheath throbbing since Berryshine had first hugged him. Now, what with his goddess all tied up like a Winter Solstice offering, and the talk of sex, he felt his stallionhood slip out and show. “Yes, we ah…‘screwed’, all the way up to my ring.”

“No way!” Berryshine slapped her thigh, “Really?” Meanwhile, poor Celestia was as red as a Trottingham telephone box. “You have a medial ring?”

Looking at Celestia, and picturing his mighty cock sliding between those wondrous breasts, it was so easy for him to get fully aroused. Something he was not shy of. He decided to answer her question with one of his own, plus a little show and tell. “I understand you know your way around earth horses?”

“I do, very much I do!” Berryshine, who had noticed the fifth leg growing between the centaur’s hind legs because she had eyes, quickly necked her latest beer and ducked down to get a good look at Moonsilver’s undercarriage with a look on her face like it was covered in chocolate and it had a winning lottery ticket on the end. “My oh my...” she estimated he was easily as long as her forearm. “Celly you are a lucky girl!”

Even Moonsilver blushed gently, but thankfully she wasn’t looking at his face, “I think I'm the lucky stallion, Berry.”

“I think you're right, Moonsilver,” Berryshine agreed and, as she sat back up, ate the last of her meat, cheese and bread, though she gracefully declined Celestia’s silent offer of more with a raised hand. She had something much better in mind. “Now that I’ve seen it, I don't suppose I could get a demonstration?”

“I would have to undo some of the knots,” Moonsilver started, though he certainly wasn’t against taking his goddess right then and there. However, he wanted to give Celestia the chance to back out and refuse. No way would he take her without her consent. “It would be a tight squeeze right now. Pet,” he gestured for her to get down, “on your knees, legs apart. As you can see.”

When she saw the crotch rope disappearing between her best friend’s labia and the knot pressing on her clitoral hood, she understood what he meant. “Do whatever you need to do. And don't rush, I have aaaaall day…” Berryshine said in her most sultry voice as she got comfy on the couch. ‘Comfy’ meant opening up her denim shorts so that she could slip a hand inside and hauling up her red shirt so she could grope her breasts.

Standing, and not at all worried about showing his length off – especially since their guest had already had a good look at it – Moonsilver slid his right hand under Celestia's crotch, placed the other to lift her up to a standing position. His pet’s aroused squeaks of pleasure were as music to his ears. “Well, I guess that’s enough rope for today…” He had intended for her to wear it longer but, as he untied the breast bondage, he wasn’t too disappointed, because sex was about to be had.

“You know what you're doing with rope, I’ll give you that,” Berryshine complimented the centaur as she watched him skilfully removed the quality ropes that formed the tortoiseshell from her best friend’s body. She herself had chosen to shed her shorts and shirt altogether and she was in the process of removing her panties when Moonsilver held up a hand.

“You may want to move the language stone to your ass cheek so it stays in contact.” He stated before returning his attention back to ‘undressing’ his pet. He did so love the faint red lines left behind on her meaty body.

“Oh, I know!” Berryshine had an idea, because she really wanted to be out of her damp panties. She withdrew the magic stone from its resting place in the front of her lacy underwear and instead she pushed it into her sock. She saw no need to remove her boots. “Sorted!” Just like that, the bartender was reclined on the couch with her legs spread to enjoy the show. Then again, Berryshine didn't need much encouragement to be naked.

If he hadn’t been before, Moonsilver was absolutely sure he liked this human. He gave the naked Berryshine an appraising look of great interest, drinking in the details of her firm, toned body. As he did so, he surreptitiously watched Celestia out of the corner of his eye, carefully gauging her reaction. Sure enough, there came the look of deep envy from her at Berryshine’s fit tight body with her flat belly and perky breasts, a result of her exercise around animals. Deciding to stomp on that pretty quickly, Moonsilver nipped Celestia’s ear. “You're the one I love, but some extra eye candy is not something I'd spit out of my mouth.”

Of course, Berryshine heard that. “Woot!” she cheered, punching the air in celebration, “I'm eye candy!” Eye candy was fine with her. She didn’t have to look down at where the blushing Celestia was looking to know her pussy was glistening wet. After he had finished untying her, Berryshine watched Moonsilver move around the coffee table so that his flank and member were right next to her on the couch as he admired his pet. “Wow...” the bartender adjusted herself on the couch and groped her chest. “I'm gonna enjoy today!”

‘You aren’t the only one,’ Moonsilver thought with a sly smile. “I thought our honoured guest might want to lube me up before I play hide the sausage with my pet.”

Never one to say no, Berryshine cast her gaze around the living room in search of any lube, but she saw none. That only left one option. One very sexy, very hot, option. An option she had been chomping at the bit for the moment she had seen his impressive meat stand erect between his legs. “Is it okay to use my mouth to apply that lube?” she asked, wanting to be sure.

“Well, I'm sure your hand is well lubricated right now,” Moonsilver snarked, pointing out – quite unnecessarily – that Berryshine had been knuckle deep in her snatch for the last couple of minutes, “but improvisation is a worthy trait.” Again, he watched Celestia for her reaction, sure from the way she bit her lip and fidgeted on her knees that she too was getting very wet from that display.

“Then get ready, because I showed her all she knows!” Eagerly, Berryshine got down on her knees underneath Moonsilver and without any hesitation whatsoever, she ran her tongue along the centaur’s fourteen inch length. Pulling away for a moment, she licked her lips instinctively, the mix of unwashed sweat and musk a fleeting, not unpleasant presence on her tongue. Celestia got ever wetter as she watched this incredibly lewd display. Determined to have more than just a mere taste, Berryshine leaned closer, licking the blunt head of Moonsilver’s dick. It was ten times stronger, here at the source, the taste and smell like a physical force, making her slit tremble and drip in time with the pulse she could feel in the cock in her mouth.

“Take it deeper…” Moonsilver urged her gently but firmly, pushing another inch into Berryshine’s wet willing mouth. It was almost too big for her, even taking part of it meant the tip was starting to push into the back of her throat, filling all her senses at once. Fortunately, Berryshine was as adept at sucking a cock as Celestia was. Licking around the thick shaft, swallowing the heady mix of musk and precum that leaked into her mouth.

Looking Celestia in the eyes, Moonsilver placed an encouraging hand on the back of Berryshine’s head, helping her bob up and down, easing it deeper. As if any such help was necessary. Another thick drop of pre fell onto Berryshine’s skilled tongue, meaty and strong. “Just a little more,” Moonsilver gasped, pressing harder. He was most intrigued to discover that the bartender was as submissive as his pet was. That just made him harder and more aroused.

Berryshine felt the cock in her mouth throb, pulsing with the beat of the centaur’s heart. She looked up, her whole vision taken up with the pale grey body above her and the mighty package fucking her mouth. Incredibly turned on, so much more so than she had been in a long time, she allowed the cock to slide deeper while she struggled not to choke on the meat she was being fed. “Not bad,” Moonsilver smiled when he pulled out. He could have let Berryshine get him off, but he wanted to save that for his goddess. He did gently cup her cheek in his hand, “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

The ‘reward’, Berryshine was to discover, was joining in. When Moonsilver laid down on the living room floor, Celestia swung her leg over him so that she was straddling his belly. At the same time, Berryshine, at a gesture from her best friend, lifted her leg and positioned herself on the centaur’s face so the two women were facing each other.

The Whitetail Wild Girls shared a wink and, at the same time, they sat down. Celestia took a deep breath and thrust back, sighing and groaning into Berryshine’s mouth as his broad flat head enters her, spreading her wide with the entry. Simultaneously, Berryshine let out a moan into Celestia’s mouth as she felt Moonsilver’s wide equine tongue split her folds and enter her sopping pussy.

Without realising what she was doing, Celestia turned the groan into Berryshine’s mouth into a full on kiss, while Berryshine didn’t pause for a second, sliding her tongue into Celestia’s mouth. The friends swapped spit and groped each other’s breasts as they each respectively rode the centaur beneath them.

Moonsilver, on his back, was more than happy to allow them to control the pace. He knew by now that Celestia could take his member, so he concentrated on eating out the plum coloured snatch that was grinding on his face. Gripping Berryshine’s tight toned ass in his hands, he pulled her down further, drove his tongue deep in her, swirling it all around her walls.

He was rewarded by a deluge of juices splashed all over his face and a loud moan from somewhere above him. That Celestia was bouncing up and down on his cock, slowly riding him in just the way he liked, well that was just a bonus that drove him on to pleasure both of them all the more.

Berryshine, now seated on Moonsilver’s face with his muzzle practically inserted in her, wrapped her arms around Celestia’s neck, bringing her into a tight embrace as she tilted her head to one side, kissing her friend full on the lips. Celestia, who had just taken the centaur’s cock in her past his ring, returned the gesture, using her friend to stabilise herself as she rode her Master hard. She ran her hand through her hair as she ran her tongue across Berryshine’s lips, the submissive asking permission to enter.

The bartender granted it, parting her lips for a timely moan thanks to Moonsilver’s magic tongue finding and exciting her G-spot. Celestia’s questing tongue muffled her pleasured whimpers and, as she ran it over and around her mouth, she was rewarded with a few pleasurable moans from her of her own.

They continued to make out like this as they both rode Moonsilver. Even the need to breathe didn’t stop them for more than was absolutely necessary. Underneath them, Moonsilver’s hands still held Berryshine in place and then he crossed his forelegs behind his pet’s ass for something to bounce against. Roughly, he squeezed and mauled Berryshine’s ass cheeks and then, he went upwards until he groped her modest mounds, tweaking her hard nipples until she whimpered.

At his crotch, Celestia picked up the pace, impaling herself over and over again on his mighty cock. She built up the pace so much that she felt his medial ring well inside her dripping snatch. One more hard bounce and then his head rammed into her cervix and that was enough to drive her over her edge. Parting from the kiss that she had shared with Berryshine, she threw her head back, “OOoooOOH FuuuuUUUCK! FUUUCK YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!” she screamed.

As soon she came, Moonsilver thrust his hips upwards and, with a muffled scream, he emptied his balls deep into Celestia’s womb. At the same time, Berryshine clamped down hard on his face as she too reached her own shuddering squirting orgasm, “OOOOH FuuuuUUUUUUCK!” she screamed, twitching like a puppet when he continued to squeeze her breasts.

Gently as he could, Moonsilver lifted Berryshine off of his face so he could see what was going on. The look he got from his pet, though silent, spoke volumes. He knew, as they went back to making out, that this was the sort of fun they could all enjoy together again. Reluctantly, just because she did need to breathe, she pulled away from the kiss, wearing a dreamy look on her face. “That was amazing...”

“Damn right it was!” Berryshine whooped in agreement, her left leg still twitching thanks to one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had the pleasure of having. “Thanks for letting me in on that…” again, she kissed Celestia’s lips before placing a more chaste kiss on the centaur’s cheek. Moonsilver just responded to that with full tongue kiss flavoured with her own cum and he dragged Celestia down to repeat that on her. Held in their arms, Berryshine giggled, “We're just like a herd…”

His brain ticking over, Moonsilver gave Celestia a sideways look, though he didn’t try to hide his smirk, “Was this your plan all along, pet?”

In response to the look, Celestia blushed in that cute way he loved, “Well...it wasn’t like a masterplan or anything like that. I just wanted you two to meet. Then you tied me up, and Bez came, and then things...oooh wonderful things happened!”

Slowly, thoughtfully, Moonsilver licked his nose and tasted Berryshine’s essence. While it was true they were all in their post orgasmic state of euphoric bliss, he judged they still had their wits about them. “Yes, things happened,” he said softly, but about what Berryshine said. Herd is a real word, What do you think of that, Tia?”

Held in the three-way hug, Celestia got the message loud and clear. Particularly the use of her name in place of her title. He was asking her as an equal now, seeking her opinion and consent. “I think it's a wonderful idea, Silver!”

“And what do you think if the idea you suggested, Berryshine?”

“I think, if you're both on board, it's an excellent idea.”

Tenderly, Moonsilver leaned over and licked Celestia’s nose. “As long as you understand that Tia is the alpha mare, then all should be fine.”

“I'm cool with that,” Berryshine shrugged, not wanting to get up from the floor, “She always was the leader of our group anyway.”

Again, Moonsilver licked his lips and tasted woman there. A glance down between his hind legs told a very similar story. He snickered, his mind bringing up a joke where at least the top and tail matched. “It seems that I'm in need of grooming.”

“Do I get a sexy choker like the one the alpha’s wearing?”

Moonsilver smiled, “I think I can find a match in white.”

“I think a grey accessory like hers would look good on my neck,” Berryshine said without thinking as they both shifted from the cuddle pile so that they could get to cleaning. Moonsilver though stopped her with a hand on her nose. To further emphasise what he meant, he wordlessly touched his pale grey fur and then he ran the same finger’s over Celestia’s collar. Then, he touched the white skin of Celestia’s neck and then he ran his fingers over Berryshine’s neck. She nodded. “I get it. White it is.”

As Celestia started to lick his face clean and Berryshine ducked down to tongue wash his sheath and balls, Moonsilver purred, “I do love agreeable mares.”

“You know...” Celestia said, her face still pressed down into her lover’s testicles, “if we're going to do this, we should get Rosie in on it too.”

“Rosie?” Moonsilver groaned. He was still unsure on whether or not this was all part of his pet’s diabolical master plan but, what with each woman willingly licking the other’s cum stains from his body, he would have agreed to literally anything at that moment, “Oh, Roseluck that took the picture!”

“The same,” Celestia affirmed, her face still bathing his balls, even though she was fairly certain by now they were clean. One had to be sure, though. And she liked doing a thorough job.

Hearing that, Berryshine paused in her kissing. Like Celestia, she was also sure the centaur’s face was clean, but she didn’t let that stop her. “Oh, that's an awesome idea, Celly!”

“Are you sure, Tia?”

“I am!” At last, Celestia removed her face from her lover’s crotch, Moonsilver’s sheath and balls so clean that they practically shone and clapped her hands excitedly.

“Now,” he wondered out loud, possibilities running through his mind, “will I need two collars? Maybe both grey and white striped?”

Celestia looked at Berryshine and Berryshine looked at Celestia. Both knew what the other was thinking. Both nodded at the same time. “I think grey and white striped collars would be perfect, Silver.”

That sealed matters as far as he was concerned. “It’s important to know one's place in the herd.”

“I agree with Celly,” Berryshine said, “I'd love a grey and white collar and I know Rosie would too!”

“Didn't want it to go to my pet's head if she had two mares in white collars…” Moonsilver chuckled, cuddling a pouting Celestia close to him on the floor. Her pout didn’t last very long though, when he offered her one of the beers, she soon cheered up.

“A wise choice, I think.”

“Oh ha de ha,” Celestia took a drink of her beer and rolled her eyes at her best friend’s snark, “It would not go to my head…”

“It'd go to your tits and stay there, by the looks of it!” Celestia just blushed as Moonsilver laughed.

Cracking open a beer with Berryshine, Moonsilver ran a hand appreciatively over Celestia's large breasts, “Fit for a queen.”

“Yeah she's a queen!” Berryshine leant over and gave Celestia a beer flavoured kiss as she too groped her friend’s – and now herd-mate’s – hefty melons. It only took a wide eyed Celestia a fraction of a second to recover and enthusiastically return the kiss.

“How much have you told her about Equestria?” Moonsilver asked, happy that his lover was happy.

“Almost nothing, my love.”

“What I know, I've pieced together over the past several months.” Berryshine put in after taking such a long draught from her bottle she almost emptied it in one swallow. “You don't need to be a genius to know when something's up. Also it’s hard to ignore a huge magic portal when it opens above your bar and you can see ponies on the other side.”

“Hmmm,” Moonsilver considered that. Berryshine’s bar was over on the other side of the city, “So it’s far more widespread than any of us knew.”

“Sunset and I suspected it had affected the whole city,” Celestia pointed out, “Seems we were right.”

Moonsilver pointed his beer bottle at Berryshine. “It seems the language stone’s working for Ms. Socks over there.”

“And it works for Luna and Cheerilee,” Celestia added, “There’s no reason why it wouldn't work for Rosie too!”

“Oh,” Berryshine emptied her bottle but gracefully declined the offer of another with a shake of her head, “You really need to catch up with her, Celly.”

“I know, it's been a few months. I've been...busy…”

“Busy being depressed, you mean,” Berryshine cut across her as she stood up and began to get dressed. It was getting to be the afternoon and, while she wanted nothing more than to snuggle with them all day, she did have a bar to run. Plus, by the time she fed her horses and grabbed a few hours sleep, it would be opening time. “I know, Celly.” She pulled up her shorts, “But, you got people looking out for you, okay?” The last thing she did, after throwing her shirt on her back, was hand back the stone to Celestia. After a last round of hugs and kisses, she was off in her truck.

“Well, that was eventful!” Celestia said after waving until she couldn’t see Berryshine’s truck any longer. She then retreated inside her house and kissed Moonsilver’s beaming lips. “Don't you look like the cat who has all the cream?”

In the hallway, once the front door was closed, Moonsilver wrapped Celestia up in a tight hug. He well knew of the demons that lurked in her psyche, and the last thing he wanted to do was feed them. “I don't want you to think I'm looking to replace you.” He said, pressing his forehead to hers, “You are the one I want to spend my life with,” he smiled warmly, “Your friends do make for some nice added benefits for both of us.”

“Oh, I know my love,” Celestia kissed Moonsilver’s nose then she nuzzled his cheek. “Don't worry, that hasn't even entered my head.” She knew though, deep down, that it might enter her head at some point, so he appreciated him laying her fears to rest before they took hold of her once more. “I should call Rosie!” she giggled, “get her over here tomorrow.”

“Do you wish to wear the same outfit?”

“Very much I do!” as Moonsilver licked his lips, Celestia all but skipped through to the living room, snatched up her phone and dialled Roseluck’s number while her centaur went into clean up mode. He picked up all the empty beer bottles and, placing them in the kitchen, he placed some of the ones Berryshine brought in the fridge to cool. “Hey Rosie!” Celestia gushed when she answered the call, “How's my favourite flower seller?”

“Selling her favourite flowers,” Roseluck answered, the pale yellow skinned woman taking a break from the usual morning rush and relaxing with a coffee inside her shop. It was good to catch a moment to smooth out her raspberry coloured hair, she had no idea how twigs and leaves ended up there! “It’s good to hear from you Celly.”

Celestia giggled, “I hung out with Bez today. She ah…” her tone turned just a teeny bit guilty, because it had been two or three months, maybe even four, since she had even spoken to Roseluck. “She said we should have a proper catch up. I'm sorry it's been a little while coming, Rosie.”

Suddenly, concern laced Roseluck’s voice. “How are you doing, Celly? When she came in the other day, Bez said you were seeing someone.”

‘Of course Berry said something. Of course they talk about me…’ Celestia thought as she listened. Unlike a couple of weeks ago though, the knowledge that she was being talked about did not send her into a depressive slump. Instead, she knew they talked about her because they cared. “I'm...I'm a lot better now than I was, Rosie. Honestly, I'm the best I've been for a long time. And yes, I am seeing someone.” It felt good to say that.

“So,” Roseluck started cautiously, because her friend had told her she had been ‘well’ before, and the last time she had tried to convince them, she herself had found Celestia crying in her Principal’s office, drunk and with a razor blade in her hand, “Are introductions in order, or is this just a call to order flowers?”

“Introductions are very much in order,” Celestia answered quickly, because she recognised that tone in her friend’s voice. She knew everything that had gone before wouldn’t just be forgotten or ignored, especially not when Luna, Cheerilee, Berryshine and Roseluck all talked to each other. “Would you like to come over tomorrow afternoon?”

“Would two be good?” She offered, “I can get Lily to watch the shop and Daisy to take care of the deliveries.”

“Two would be perfect,” Celestia couldn’t help but giggle, because she had a sneaking suspicion that she and Moonsilver would need the morning to sleep away the exertions of the night. And, she giggled because she knew she had a surprise for her. “Fair warning, Rosie, because I'm sure Berry will tell you, it was like the Whitetail Wild Girls today, so be prepared.”

“Seriously?” Roseluck spluttered the coffee she had just made over her counter. Whatever she had been expecting, that had not been it. Not that it was an unwelcome development, far from it. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“Seriously,” Celestia confirmed, “I'd even say we're back, but we need our third, Rosie.” Again, she giggled, “Bez bought enough beer for us to open a shop, but if you want to bring one of your black forest cakes, I wouldn't say no.” She had an idea that once he tried it, Moonsilver wouldn’t say no either.

“Check, one cake and dress light.” Roseluck smiled, the smile making its way into her voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow, and Celly, it is good to have you back.” What she didn’t say, was that it was good to have her back among the land of the living, rather than the walking nearly dead.

“It’s good to be back, Rosie, I mean it.” She blew a kiss down the phone line and then she hung up.

Moonsilver shook his head sadly as he say back down on the couch beside his lover. “I'll never hear the end of it.”

“What's that, sexy?” Celestia smiled, treating him to a tight breast smooshing hug and a couple of well placed kisses.

“That I've fallen in love with two older woman who act one third my age.”

“I can't wait to see Equinox's face when you tell him you have a herd of humans!”

Moonsilver levelled a devastating eye roll at her, which just made her giggle all the more in the embrace she had started, “As long as he doesn't ask to join.”

Celestia’s giggles became a full on belly laugh at that. Because she could totally see the old centaur demanding to join and what’s more, she could see him bringing Honeyside with him, too. “Now,” she said when she had regained control of herself, “I think we need to go take a nap. Then later, when it's dark, I could take you to see the portal up close, how's that?”

“I feel like a foal sneaking out of the hut,” Moonsilver couldn’t deny though, that the chance to encounter the portal after all the talk about it was an opportunity too good to miss. He also thought a nap was a very good idea. “You can be my little spoon.”

In the bedroom, once he was sure that Celestia was asleep, Moonsilver carefully slipped out of her bed. Thoughts of visiting the portal were filling his head, so much so that sleep was all but impossible. A naughty thought entered his mind though, as he stood beside the bed and watched his naked lover sleep.

‘She’ll need clothing…’ he thought with a sly smile.

With that thought in mind, the pale grey centaur quietly looked through Celestia’s closet. He was determined to find the shortest skirt and loosest t-shirt combination for her to wear. Fortunately, right at the back, on a wire hanger, was just the thing he was looking for. A smile spread over his muzzle when he saw the Canterlot Wondercolt cheerleader outfit. He guessed, from its obviously smaller size, that it wasn’t something she had worn in some time.

With due reverence, Moonsilver removed the outfit - blue tee shirt with the yellow C in the shape of a horseshoe and the white miniskirt, complete with a blue and yellow belt tail – and he laid it out on her dresser where he knew she would see it when she woke up. ‘Perfect,’ he thought, picturing his pet wearing said outfit later. Or, more accurately, trying to wear it.

Leaving Celestia in her bed, snoring happily and dreaming of the herd that she was now a part of, Moonsilver made his way through to the living room, which was all cleared away and tidy from the little party they’d had earlier. He helped himself to one of Berryshine’s beers from the fridge and, at a loss for something to do, he decided to play with the remote control he had seen Celestia use to operate the magic TV box on the wall to see what else it might show him.

Two hours later and he had watched two episodes of a show called ‘Days of our Lives’, a soap opera that had only drawn his attention because Celestia had bookmarked them as ‘favourites’. He had needed two beers to get through those. After that, he had flicked through several channels and had come across a cartoon called ‘The Power Ponies’. Shaking his head, he was about to give up on the Tv box when he happened to come across a programme called ‘The News’. Finally, he had happened across something he was interested in. There were headlines, world news, humans fighting wars here and there in foreign places that he had never heard of, things to do with budgets and countries failing. Also things he had never heard of.

However, when the news shifted from global to local, something happened that made him take an even greater interest in what was being reported. “Monster sightings in the Everfree Forest yet again...” Moonsilver perked up his ears even though the reporter in the studio sounded as bored as could be. “This is the eleventh this summer alone…”

Moonsilver watched with bated breath as the reporter bought in the hiker who had reported the sighting to the studio. During the interview, the human male told his story, a tale of trees moving, paths twisting and changing, leading him in circles back out of the forest and of huge half-glimpsed creatures on the edges of his vision. “Don't drink and hike, human,” Moonsilver snorted his third beer.

The centaur was somewhat relieved to see that the reporter was passing it off as a joke article, and the jovial manner in which they were talking about it clearly meant they were not taking it seriously. Alas, Moonsilver’s relief was not to last as the reporter concluded with, “However, this hasn't dampened the adventure hunters! In two months, Professor Flintheart Neighsayer will lead a team into the Everfree Forest to put these rumours to rest once and for all!”

“I'll have to let the council know about this,” Moonsilver grumbled as he drank his beer. “At least the next meeting of the Schools will be before that. Who knows? Maybe the wards can be strengthened.”

Shortly after the news article ended, and Moonsilver was once again idly flicking through the TV channels – he didn’t know what he was looking for, but watching humans argue over swap-meet bargains and other humans try to win a singing contest wasn’t it – Celestia woke up from her nap alone in her bedroom. “Silver? Where are you?” a scared part of her was afraid he had left her.

Just as those nasty, evil tendrils of fear, doubt and self-loathing were about to breech her mental fortifications, they were rent asunder by Moonsilver’s calm, strong, dependable voice.

“Hi love!” the centaur called out to her, making sure that his voice was loud enough to be heard from the living room. “I’m just enjoying Berryshine's beer and not so much enjoying your news channel.”

The moment she had heard his voice, the eternal demons that assailed her constantly fled, retreating in face of the love that blossomed in her heart. She knew they would be back, but that was a fight for another day. For now, when she saw the Canterlot Wondercolt outfit laid out on her dresser, she knew she was in for a much more physical kind of battle.

Celestia walked in from her bedroom trying simultaneously to rub the sleep from her eyes and tug the miniskirt down over her vast butt and pull the two sizes too small tee shirt over her D cups and belly. It was a fight she didn’t stand a hope in hell of winning. “What's wrong, baby?” she asked when she saw the terseness in his eyes.

“Some human Professor, Flintheart Neighsayer, is going to mount an expedition into the Everfree in a couple of weeks.” Although, when he looked at Celestia, almost all thoughts of this human, and the council, quickly and understandably fled his mind. As did most of the blood, which had been redirected to his crotch.

“Oh...oh my…” Celestia muttered, giving up on the tee shirt. There just wasn’t enough material for her to have it cover her breasts and belly. Oh well. “I've heard of him. He's the type that doesn't quit until the job's done.”

“I'd rather his job didn't kill him.” Moonsilver said flatly, though what he was thinking was, ‘That outfit’s going to kill me!’

“He's not from here.” Having given up on the tee shirt, Celestia tried, with about as much success, to pull the white skirt down past her behind. Wearing no underwear, she felt strangely more exposed than when she had been completely naked. “He's from Prance, overseas. He's been abroad for over a year. Actually, he inspired the character of Daring Do.”

“Sorry, I'm not familiar with Prance.” Right at that particular moment, Moonsilver couldn’t have cared less about anything except his human stood right before him. “So…is there anything we need for this portal visit?”

“Just your sexy rear in the trailer, my love,” Celestia made a last valiant effort to lower the miniskirt past her fat ass before ultimately giving it up as a lost cause. “I know I'm not going to win this one…”

“Maybe you just need a little adjustment for it to fit,” Moonsilver wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, the centaur transitioning to his dominant aspect in an instant. “After all, I think you're still owed a little something for mouthing off earlier.”

Standing before him, Celestia opened her mouth to object, but she blushed when she recognised ‘that’ tone enter his voice. “You're right, Master. I was a naughty pet. I-I’m sorry.”

Considerately, Moonsilver placed two of the couch cushions on the coffee table for her to lay across. “We don't want to mess your lovely outfit, do we, my naughty pet?”. He pointed to the cushions and he thoroughly enjoyed her bending over. Particularly, he loved the way the blue tee shirt barely held her breasts and he especially loved the way the miniskirt left the globes of her bare fat ass clearly visible.

“At least you’ve saved me the trouble of removing any clothing.” Moonsilver’s voice was calm and soothing as his hand lifted up that miniskirt and gently rubbed her derriere. It slowly moved up the length of her thighs, parting them and, gripping her skirt, passed it to his other hand where he held it against her back.

Smack!

Moonsilver’s other hand came down without warning, giving Celestia a start. It wasn’t pain as much as surprise and noise.

Smack!

Again it came down on her other cheek. The centaur’s cupped hand produced a lot of noise but little else. He kept a steady pace moving from cheek to cheek and from high down to her thigh. After the initial strikes, it was kind of boring in a way. Something in her posture must have given her away though. Abandoning her skirt, Moonsilver brought his second hand in play and flattened the palms. The speed of the spanks picked up, as did the force.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

What Celestia couldn’t see, with her head down over the edge of the coffee table and her ass up in the air was his view. A silly grin was plastered on his equine face as his hands made a careful circuit around her bottom leaving no spot untouched. The skin had turned from its natural pure white to a soft pink hue that grew steadily brighter. Moonsilver continued without pause, feeling the feedback in the palms of his hands.

Celestia’s sharp intakes of breath and soft moans that accompanied each smack were as music to his ears. Her cheeks were starting to clench when he suddenly he stopped. The submissive woman gave a sharp intake of breath and she almost turned to look up at him, but stopped herself just in time. He rubbed his hand slowly over her hot rear end. ‘Stop teasing me!’ she thought, though the thought remained silent as she clenched her teeth. She could feel him moving around behind her as he leaned over to inspect his handiwork.

The pale grey centaur saw the bright pink hue that now coloured her whole rear showing just a hint of red. He continued to rub her butt with one hand while the other was raised high.

Smack!

He brought it down with force, making her whole body jump and her miniskirt fell down from her back so that it obscured his target. The centaur loved the shortness of said skirt, but not now when she tried to protect herself with it. “Skirt!” He commanded sharply and, immediately, Celestia reached back and she lifted it up, exposing her behind once more. The other hand continued to both rub and hold her in place as the first continued to strike with true force. He saw his palm print on her ass cheeks each time he raised the striking hand.

Smack!

He kept a steady pace, paying close attention to the sweet spot where cheek met thigh. On the coffee table, the living room had fled Celestia’s mind, as she knew he wasn’t playing around anymore. She had been naughty, and now she was being punished. The pain flaring up in her ass was intense. It took all her willpower to keep her hands holding her miniskirt up high.

Moonsilver’s right hand had stopped rubbing to ensure she didn’t ‘accidentally’ get away. Not that she could, seeing as how she was bent over the table. His other hand came down with a vigour, leaving no spot untouched by his not so tender caress. The whimpering was the dominant’s first indication she had almost reached her limit.

Smack!

He delivered one last stoke to the juncture between her legs before he resumed the gentle rubbing. Celestia’s bottom was very hot to the touch and a bright cherry red glowed in place of the alabaster white that was the rest of her body. “What were you supposed to do earlier today, pet?” he questioned.

“I-I…I…” Celestia sniffed, blinking away tears that had been very close to brimming and running down her cheeks, “I was to remain silent unless given permission to speak, Master.”

“What did you do instead?” he asked as he continued to rub her sore cheeks.

“I spoke without permission, Master,” she admitted, in the hope it would end, or at least lessen, her punishment.

Sliding the hand that had been rubbing her ass between her legs, he felt her arousal. Moonsilver was well aware of what he was doing. Celestia was hot and wet, a nice combination that could lead to many things, if he chose to give them to her. “Should I forgive you?”

“Yes Master,” came the quick response. ‘The sooner this is over, the sooner we can get to the portal!’ she thought. She felt his body shift and from her vantage point could see his hand reach under the coffee table for a hairbrush. Her hairbrush! She hadn’t noticed it under the table until that moment. He was going to use her hairbrush? Her body language betrayed her again.

“I think not.” He said simply. “I don’t think your penitence is complete nor do you seem very sincere.”

“I’m sorry Master!” she squeaked, “Very sorry!” Celestia couldn’t stop her body from tensing up. She had watched Luna use a hairbrush on Cheerilee. She knew what was coming.

“I’m sure you will be.”

Smack!

Without warning, the white hairbrush flew. Its flight was stopped by her tender flesh. The pale grey centaur watched his pet shiver and her hands almost dropped the miniskirt. Almost.

Smack!

Again, the hairbrush flew only to be intercepted by her wide, fat, reddened ass. The pace was well measured and the coverage complete. When it stuck dead centre over her anus, Celestia’s whole body jumped to escape, but there was nowhere to go. The submissive woman was about to cry out her safe word but, before she could say ‘Jasmine’, it stopped.

He was getting to good at reading her tolerance.

“Master, I’m very, very sorry!” was her quick response to the brief reprieve. How she wanted this to be over!

Moonsilver leant down and gently, very, very gently, he kissed the reddened globes of her ass. He felt the immense heat in his lips. It aroused him to no end, knowing that he had caused that, and that she had allowed him to. “I know you’re sorry, my lovely pet. Now we’ll make sure you understand why you’re sorry.”

Her burning nether region was on fire after his hand and her hairbrush. She was tempted to say ‘Jasmine’, knowing full well that he would respect that. She was oh, so very tempted, but instead she remained laying face down across the coffee table. At least the two couch cushions made the hard wood comfortable. Although, she would never look at the thing the same way ever again.

“Brace yourself,” he ordered simply, “Hold onto the legs and place your lower legs flat on the floor.”

Smack!

‘Where did he get a paddle?’ Celestia thought, stifling a scream of pain. Then she realised it was the grey one she had bought last week and kept in her closet. Whatever had possessed her to buy such an evil thing!

Smack!

Celestia let loose a mighty scream that came from the core of her being. It burned! The flat wooden surface seemed to smack all of her ass in one strike, an ass that had already been tenderised by hand and hairbrush.

Smack!

It struck again, and her derriere rippled with the sheer force of the impact. She lurched forwards and she almost let go of her skirt. Almost. Thankfully she recovered her grip and held it high, even as hot salty tears ran freely down her face.

Smack!

Moonsilver stood directly behind her, striking freely from the left and right.

Smack!

So hard was that strike that Celestia lurched forwards, in doing so her huge fleshy breasts popped free of the blue tee shirt and she lay so far over the coffee table that her forehead touched the carpeted floor. Only her death grip on the legs kept her from sprawling all the way over.

Smack!

“AAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAGH!” She couldn’t hold back the scream of pain as the paddle turned her red ass an angry crimson, the surface impacting so hard it spread her cheeks and slapped against her anus. Moonsilver did not show any signs of slowing or even stopping.

Smack!

Smack!

The well-aimed strikes fell in quick secession and then, suddenly, there was silence. Tears streamed freely down her face like twin waterfalls. “I’m sorry!” she cried out, “Master I’m sorry! Forgive me!”

In a second, Moonsilver was kneeling beside her, kissing her, holding her heaving, crying body. “Now we both know you are. I think you’ve learned your lesson, my love, my beautiful goddess.” His hand that had brought fire to her soul now touched her with such tenderness as he helped her back on the table and his lips kissed away her tears.

Moonsilver remained kneeling beside her, quietly holding and supporting her, content to just be there as long as she needed him to be. He was in no hurry and there was no time limit on aftercare. They remained that way, one bent over, one kneeling, for an hour until it was dark outside.

When she had recovered from her punishment enough that she could stand, Moonsilver helped her gently to her feet. Hands that had so lovingly tortured her behind now tenderly held her upright. Just as tenderly, he used his hands to rotate her in place. “Now it looks like you have red panties on,” he snickered, having appraised his handiwork. “They should make for a comfortable ride to the portal.”

When she opened her front door, Celestia was grateful of two things. One, that it was a cool night with a stiff breeze. It was bliss on her behind. Two, that she lived in a quiet sparsely populated well-to-do neighbourhood. It meant there weren’t many eyes to see her and her lover as they left her house and she opened the back of the trailer for Moonsilver to climb in.

“Comfy in there, Master?” Celestia asked, silently wishing she could marry the breeze that was cooling her exposed ass.

“Dare I say, I’m far more comfortable than you are about to be,” he snickered, pointing to her ass and then the truck. Celestia just stuck her tongue out and she raised and locked the rear door. That done, she walked round to the truck. As she did so, she saw the driver’s seat there waiting for her and, more importantly, her tenderised butt.

She knew, as she got in and fastened the seat belt, and she gasped loudly in pain, it would be a long, long half hour drive to Canterlot High School.

~ ~ ~

After thirty minutes of what was unquestionably the most uncomfortable drive of Celestia’s life, they arrived at her school. Since it was dark, and she was the Principal, she drove up onto the front lawn and parked up right beside the statue and the portal. No need risking a walk and being seen. “Welcome to Canterlot High School!” she declared proudly as she opened the back of the trailer so that Moonsilver could disembark.

The moment Moonsilver left the trailer, he pulled Celestia into a tight hug and, while one arm held her, the other groped her red ass, squeezing hard. “Where is this portal?”

“Gaaah!” as her ass was still amazingly tender and sore, Celestia jumped a little in his arms and she pointed at the statue. “It's there Master, specifically, the large base below the horse statue.”

Appraisingly, Moonsilver looked at the statue. “A stallion, I see.” While he had seen it from the road the night before as Celestia had driven them past, now he could get a proper look at it, up close. He held his pet’s hand and slowly, they walked a complete circuit around the four sided plinth. “I was expecting some sort of door…” What he was presented with instead just appeared to be plain, dull, unremarkable stone, albeit finely sculpted stone.

Beside him, Celestia giggled brightly. “Would you prefer a big flashing neon sign like Berry's Bar?”

“Yes, yes I would.” Moonsilver was most disappointed as he let go of his lover’s hand. “So, how do you know there is a portal?” he asked, placing a heavy emphasis on the word ‘is’.

“I've seen Sunset Shimmer, my - ex - student,” Celestia had to remind herself, again, that Sunset and the others had graduated, “Go through it a few times now.” She walked up, standing roughly six feet away from the plinth. “Besides that, can't you feel it?” she asked, lifting up her arm she showed the fine hairs were all stood up.

Curiously, Moonsilver watched and copied her action, placing his arm beside hers. Still, he was disappointed. “I sense nothing.”

“You're joking?” Celestia looked at Moonsilver like the centaur had grown two extra heads. “It's like...” she struggled to adequately put into words what she was feeling. “It’s like passing by those big Air Stones in the forest. Like...something is watching you right behind you, like there's a 'presence', breathing on your neck.” She took two steps closer and the effect, for her, was immediate. “Now...now I feel it stronger, it’s like...vibrations in the ground. I can feel them pulsating under my feet.”

Moving forwards, Moonsilver didn’t stop until he was stood right beside the plinth. Reaching out his arm, he pushed until his hand was laid flat against it. “More like solid stone.” That’s precisely what it was. Cold, hard, unyielding stone.

Standing alongside him, Celestia pressed her own hand against the stone plinth. Instantly the cold, hard, unyielding stone shimmered with a bright, multi-coloured rainbow light and the surface became fluid, her fingertips creating ripples in it like the surface of a pond disturbed by a thrown stone. Beside her, Moonsilver could see the effect, but to him, it still felt as unresponsive as stone. “Can you push your hand through?”

Although she hadn’t ever done so before, Celestia nodded, suddenly absolutely certain that she could do it. With a thought, she applied a small force to her hand and she pressed forwards. She was amazed to see her hand disappear through, as effortless as if she was putting her hand in water. “Oh my goodness!”

Protectively, Moonsilver took a hold of Celestia so that she couldn't fall in, but, at the same time, he ran his hand along the length of her arm to only be stopped dead in his tracks once again by the stone surface. “It seems my people have lost their attunement with this type of magic.” It was a simple sentence, but he said it with all the finality of one being lead to the gallows.

Slowly, carefully, Celestia pulled her arm back and, once her fingers were clear, the portal shimmered and returned back to its stone disguise, although she could still feel the residual tingling running up and down her arm. “Perhaps...maybe it's by design?” she asked, flexing her hand to make the tingling go away. To his questioning look, she explained, “You said your people came through seeking asylum from a war. Makes sense you can't just 'go' back to where it’s dangerous.”

“That…makes sense,” Moonsilver blinked and then he let out a deep sigh. The sort of deep sigh of one who’d had his hopes and dreams irrefutably and irreparably crushed. “Then, retuning is closed to us.”

“Why so?” Celestia shot him a look complete with a raised eyebrow. “Are you always this defeatist when things don’t go your way?”

“I’m a realist, Tia.” Moonsilver replied with a reluctant smile, “Maybe your messengers will know another way when they come. Our magic protection is failing. We can run to another forest, but there will come a time when there’s nowhere to run.”

“I was going to ask the Princesses when they come if they can remove the block. Surely a spell that's placed can be removed?” She was, admittedly, no expert when it came to magic, but she was fairly sure that those who were coming were.

Just like that, Moonsilver’s smile was returned to his face. “You're right,” he kissed her lips, “What has been done can be undone. The stones are showing that. You remind me a lot of my mother, I remember she used to say all the time, ‘Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence’.”

“So, none of this 'there's no chance' nonsense!” Celestia booped his nose with her index finger. “Besides, like my mother used to say, ‘A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instil a love of learning’.”

Moonsilver smirked, “I'm liking this ‘can-do’ attitude of yours.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and he laid a hand delicately on her hot naked rear. “Perhaps I should spank you more often?” When she stuck out her tongue and raspberried him, he burst out laughing. “So, are you going to show me inside?”

Celestia followed where he was pointing and her smile widened. “The school? Only if we misbehave in my office!”

“I think I'm up to a bit of misbehaving.”

“I'll be honest,” Celestia said as Moonsilver once more took her hand and turned her away from the portal, “I'm so tempted to just run through that thing.”

“You haven't gone through?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I've always been too scared to go anywhere near it.”

“Well, if you do,” Moonsilver squeezed her hand hard like he was afraid she would float away like a feather on the breeze if he let go, “I'd very much like for you to come back.”

“Together, my love.” Celestia squeezed his hand in turn, silently communicating to him that she wasn’t going anywhere without him by her side. “We'll go through to Equestria together. Now, come,” she smiled as she used her keys to open the main front doors of her school, ‘the recently repaired front,’ she had to remind herself. “We'll go through this portal tonight.”

Once they were inside the quiet, deserted school – it was the summer holidays, after all, Celestia proceeded to give her Master a tour of her empire. They started with the trophy cabinet in the main foyer, Moonsilver was most interested in those. He followed where she chose to lead, and she gave him a tour like she would do with a new student. She showed him the gym, sports hall, art rooms, science labs, computer rooms, cafeteria and at long last, she ended it at her office. “And finally,” she announced, opening the door with a flourish, “My inner sanctum!”

Moonsilver, having been the perfect guest on the tour, making the right kind of appreciative comments here and there, didn’t stop when he entered Celestia’s office. Bookshelves filled with books lined one wall, then there were the filing cabinets, framed pictures, what he guessed were mementos and keepsakes from her sister and her friends scattered all about, and then there was the desk. Big and sturdy desk. “You have a very impressive desk, pet.”

Grinning broadly, Celestia rapped it with her hand. “Real solid wood. Antique mahogany.”

Moonsilver studied that big, solid, sturdy desk. “I think a special desk needs some special polish.” He glanced down at her still glowing rear end and snickered, “At least you don't have to get undressed.” Then, he took note of all the things on her desk. The computer, though he had no idea what it was, looked important. “Instead of shoving everything to the floor, I'll let you tidy up your desk.”

“How considerate of you, Master,” Celestia gave him a bow and, working quickly, she moved the few things that were still on her desk onto her chair out of the way.

Once the desk was cleared, Moonsilver picked Celestia up easily in his strong arms and he placed her on the desk like she was one of the trophies from the entrance foyer. He then pulled her towards him so that her ass was just on the edge. “How considerate of you,” he shot back, “the desk is the perfect height!”

Without needing to be ordered or directed, Celestia laid back onto her back and she spread her thick legs wide for him. As she looked down and saw his magnificent cock already standing proud from its sheath, she dearly wished there was a camera so she could watch this back later.

Then again, there was always the dream realm.

Moving above her, Moonsilver folded his forelegs on the desk underneath his body and either side of her head, just past her shoulders and, with the blunt head lined up with his pet’s sopping wet tunnel, he thrust his hips forwards and he entered her easily all the way up to his medial ring. His hands were not idle though. They slipped up her body and under her tee shirt, taking a firm hold of her bountiful breasts. “When I was young,” he moaned, “I never thought I'd be able to do this in the teacher's office!”

Celestia leant up to kiss him and then she sighed as her nipples grew hard under the ministrations of his extremely talented fingers. “Is...Isn't your Hunter classroom aaaaAAAH th-the whole fo-forest?” she barely managed to speak, because he had started to move gently back and forth inside her.

“Miss Deerfrost used a log for a desk. Still, this more than makes up for it…” Celestia wanted to laugh but whatever noise she made came out as a long lusty moan, thanks to the hands squeezing her breasts and the plunging cock spreading her pussy apart.

After a few of those thrusts, Celestia whimpered in needy arousal, “M-Master pl-please...fuck me!”

How Moonsilver wished he could have that played to him on a loop. “Since my pet begs, I will show her the pleasure she begs so eloquently for.” Bucking his hips, Moonsilver did not hold back. He felt his medial ring pop in and out of her wet muscular tunnel as he picked up speed.

Placing her hands on his chest, Celestia’s eyes rolled in her head. “Oth...aaaAAAAH other hole...please?”

Even though he was busy fucking her, Moonsilver paused in mid-thrust and laughed, “I thought the flesh around that hole may be a bit sore, then again…” he pulled himself out of her stretched vagina, “I am willing to test that theory.” His hands held her legs wide apart as he realigned himself and he pressed his cock-head slowly to her back door.

“Ooooooh M-Mas-Master…” Celestia could feel him enter asshole inch by wondrous inch, her own vaginal fluids acting as lubrication for the tight entry. Her toes scrunched up, her hands holding him tight. Once he was in as far as he judged was safe, Moonsilver pounded away at his pet’s rectum so hard that even his medial ring entered her anus. “AAAAaaaaAAAH FUUUUUCK YEEEEEES!” she screamed, really leting herself go.

The force of Moonsilver’s plunging thrusting cock pushed Celestia harder onto the desk while she cried out in pleasure again. She was so tight he almost came right there. Moonsilver took hold of her ankles and held them up by her head as he got ever deeper in her asshole, every thrust spreading and stretching her.

Celestia’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as he continually slammed into her ass. She gave up trying to clamp down on his shaft, way too busy enjoying the sensations that flowed through her body. The submissive woman clutched at his muscular chest in an effort to muffle the sounds of joy she couldn’t hold in. With her feet kept in place by his lower body, his hands returned to and squeezed her rock hard nipples as he slammed in deep and let out a loud neigh.

Celestia could feel her Master’s body quiver as he pumped his hot seed deep into her bowels and bloat up her belly there was so much of it. She did so love to hear him neigh for her, it was a cute sound of exhaustion. “You, my pet,” he panted hard to catch his breath, “are a vixen of the highest order.”

“And you, Master,” Celestia giggled as she watched her pudgy belly swell and firm up under the deluge that was still being pumped into her, “could seed the whole forest!”

Adjusting himself above her, Moonsilver folded his forelegs and rested down, kissing her deeply, content to allow nature to pull him out of her used hole. “I must say, I've enjoyed the personal tour of your fine school, Tia.”

“Uh huh...” she murmured, her eyes still unfocused from the intercourse they had just enjoyed, “like Pan and Phanes you are...sow my garden!” she babbled nonsensically and giggled, “Sorry. That sounded hot in my head…”

Tenderly, Moonsilver placed an affectionate kiss on Celestia’s forehead. The way she was riding out her climax was absolutely adorable! “That should help cool you off. Fear not, my beautiful love,” he caressed her still red ass cheeks, “You're plenty hot in other places.” He wondered, as they snuggled together on the desk, just what was in store for him tomorrow with Roseluck…