Placing the middle of the dark blue rope between Celestia's shoulder blades, Moonsilver wrapped it around the top of her breasts and biceps until it came back to the middle. The pale grey centaur then worked the end through the loop of the middle and pulled tight. Reflexively, Celestia gasped a little at the sudden tightness. He then repeated the process round the other way under Celestia's breasts. This had the effect of lifting her D cup breasts up slightly, making them stand out.

Bringing the rope back again, Moonsilver once again threaded the rope through the middle of the back again. He made another pass above the breasts and brought it through the middle one more time and pulled tight, this time Celestia didn't respond. "How are you doing, pet?” he asked, taking a moment to check in with her, “Not uncomfortable?”

"I'm good, Master," Celestia replied. ‘Here I am again,’ she thought with a barely suppressed giggle. It was one thirty in the afternoon, Roseluck was due in half an hour, and here she was being tied up in her living room. Again. In truth what Celestia felt was much more complicated than just ‘I’m good’. On one hand, she felt no small amount of trepidation about catching up with Roseluck, but on the other, she trusted Moonsilver to take care of her should it not go well. Also, her heart seemed to be thumping far more now than normal.

It had been some time since she had seen Roseluck, after all.

Satisfied with the quick answer, Moonsilver got back to work. He wanted his pet presentable and looking her best. He brought the end of the rope over Celestia's right shoulder and threaded it over her breasts but under the rope itself. Passing the rope underneath the rope beneath her breasts, he brought the rope up again over Celestia's left breast and brought it over her other shoulder. Framing her breasts nicely. Celestia tested her bonds and smiled. The tie was different to the one she had worn the day before. Where that had been a tortoiseshell harness, this was a pentagram that enhanced her chest. “I don't think I'll ever get tired of you tying me up, Master.”

“That’s good news,” Moonsilver grinned as he turned her around and tucked the last few inches of rope neatly away behind and around one of the expertly tied knots on her back, “Seeing as how I won't ever get tired of tying you up.”

Glancing down at her chest, Celestia’s cheeks took on a faint red tinge when she saw that her already large D cups now had the appearance of F’s at least, if she was any judge. “You just like tying my breasts up like that, don’t you, Master?” the question she realised, was a rhetorical one, seeing as how this was the third time he had done it.

Moonsilver’s strong hands played delicately over her tied swollen breasts, the trapped blood making them firm instead of their usual soft and fleshy. “I'll never get tired of touching your breasts in as many ways as I can imagine, my pet.” Bowing his head, he took the left in his mouth and suckled upon the nipple, “They, though, are only a part of your total beauty.”

“Ah...Aaaahn...sw-sweet talker…” Celestia groaned, biting her bottom lip and shivering when he turned his attention to her right breast, she wished he would carry on and use her body like the plaything that it was, but she had noticed the clock on the wall. “Rosie will be here in five minutes,” she placed her hands reluctantly on his shoulders, the faintest of pressure pushing him back. “She's never late.”

“Well, Ms. Ass-Isn't-Red,” Moonsilver smiled up at her ever so sweetly when he pulled off of her right nipple, “Rules. You will remain silent until I say otherwise.”

“Just like yesterday,” as Celestia kissed her lover and Master’s lips, she offered up silent thanks to the sheer miracle that was the healing stone and its ability, now that it was bonded to her, to heal her spanked derriere to its usual alabaster white hue. “I'll do better this time, Master.”

“I hope not,” Moonsilver snickered, giving that beautiful fat ass a playful spank, “You’re my naughty mare.” Chuckling, mostly at the priceless look she gave him, the centaur moved over to the window, where he had a good view of the whole street and he could easily see any arriving guests.

Four minutes later, with one minute to go, a pale yellow transit van pulled up outside Celestia’s one storey villa. If Moonsilver was in any doubt as to whom the vehicle belonged, the slogan put paid to that. Emblazoned on the side, in bright raspberry coloured lettering, was ‘Rosie’s Roses’. “It’s nice to see you have timely guests, pet.”

Celestia, who had not been given permission to speak, just smiled. She knew Roseluck was neurotic about time. Her old friend was never late, nor was she ever early. In fact, she had been known to stand outside in the cold or the rain more than once when she had arrived early for something. The centaur watched the pale yellow woman smooth out her green sundress as she got out of the van. Then, she hefted a wicker basket and made her way up to the house. Before she could push the doorbell, Moonsilver opened the door so that only his head could be seen.

Standing before the barely open door, Roseluck was stunned for the merest fraction of a second before she broke out in a fit of giggles. “Wow! And I accused Bez of smoking something she shouldn’t have, yesterday!”

“She was drinking,” Moonsilver corrected her, before mentally kicking himself in the hindquarters when he saw the blank expression on the woman’s face, “Then again, your Greek is most likely as good as hers.”

Wearing a frown, Roseluck tucked an errant strand of her raspberry coloured hair over her ears as she shook her head. “Sorry, nope.” Laughing, Moonsilver opened the door to let her in, and so she could see all of him. He knew, when she followed him inside, she would see his pet all nicely tied up. “Well, it looks like you two already got the party started, huh Celly?” Roseluck was completely unfazed by the sight of her old friend, naked but for some rope. “What’s wrong?” she asked when Celestia said nothing, “Centaur got your tongue?” she giggled and set down the black forest cake she made as well as the flowers she bought on the coffee table.

Standing by the coffee table, Moonsilver was proud that his pet had remained silent. He had to admit, when Roseluck set down the twelve inch diameter cake, he found it hard choosing to look at it or his pet. With a supreme act of willpower though, he tore his eyes from the desert. “You may give her the language stone in the same way you gave it to Berryshine, pet.” He snickered, ‘This should be fun!’

Quietly, as she had been ordered, Celestia removed her language stone from her ever-present choker and, getting down on her knees, she lifted up a stunned and shocked Roseluck’s green sundress and pushed it inside her cream coloured panties. “Wha…He-Hey!” the flower seller squeaked at what her friend was doing. “W-Whoa...head rush!” she staggered as the magic washed over her and took effect. “Steady on Celly,” she playfully swatted away her hand from her crotch and smoothed her dress, “we haven't done that in over twenty years!”

Not that Roseluck was going to object.

Moonsilver was so proud of his pet he felt he could float in the air. “Pet,” he struggled so hard to keep his voice level and even, given how elated he felt right at that moment, “You may nod if you agree to keep it that way, or you may kiss her feet if you want to beg Roseluck’s forgiveness.”

In a split second, Celestia made up her mind that she most definitely did not want it to stay that way, not after everything that had happened to her over the past month, and especially after what had happened with Berryshine the day before. Immediately, wordlessly, she dropped to her knees and placed her face right up close to Roseluck’s open toed sandals. Reverently, she placed soft kisses on each of her friend’s toes.

Watching, Moonsilver was again proud of his pet. Not only had she carried out his order, but she had gone beyond what he had expected of her. Though, he was curious to see how Roseluck would react. “Oh my goodness!” the pale yellow woman giggled, wiggling her pedicured toes in Celestia’s face, “It looks like the Wild Girls really are back,” she petted her friend’s head like she was petting a family pet, “I forgive you, but you can keep doing that if your Master allows it.”

Watching, observing, taking notes and remembering, Moonsilver filed away the fact that Roseluck had a foot fetish and he smiled broadly. “I'm enjoying the view from here, but maybe you'd be more comfortable taking a seat. My pet can crawl after you to continue worshiping your feet.”

“I'm good with that!” Roseluck gushed as she took a seat on the leather couch and, with a kick of her feet, slipped off her sandals. She watched with baited breath as Celestia crawled over the carpeted floor to the new position and she carried on licking, dragging her tongue up and down her bare soles. “Bez said Celly had a new outlook on life. I thank you for that, Moonsilver.”

“Berryshine said something of the same thing,” Moonsilver settled down on the wide couch beside Roseluck, “But I'd like to better understand what my pet's old outlook was. I've only known her for a short time, and I believe she had body issues, which I find hard to understand. She is the ideal of beauty with those wonderful curves.”

On her knees at Roseluck’s feet, her vision completely obscured by those pale yellow soles, Celestia paused, freezing when Moonsilver asked that. Seeing her foot worshipper pause in the bathing of her feet, Roseluck pinched Celestia’s nose between her big toe and the one next to it to urge her to continue. “Celly's been depressed ever since that Sunset girl started her school a few years ago,” she replied, looking at the centaur sat next to her.

Roseluck had to really concentrate on what she wanted to say though, because Celestias’ tongue probing between her toes was just utter heaven! “I-If I'm honest though, she's become more and more withdrawn the older she gets. She thinks she's ugly and fat.” Roseluck let out a delighted squeak when her friend licked up her arches and peppered them with soft wet kisses. “Ever since all this magical hoo haa has started though, about nine months back, her depression's really spiralled downwards.”

“I've heard that name,” Moonsilver paused in deep concentration, processing what he had just been told, adding things up in his head. “She is the girl with the magic book. Nod pet, if that is true.”

As she had just popped both of Roseluck’s big toes in her mouth, nodding her head was all Celestia could do, whether she had been ordered to be quiet or not. “Sunset Shimmer was the Queen Bitch of CHS,” Roseluck went on to explain, “She made everyone's life hell, including Celly's. Then, she went and got all reformed. Now she's a good girl.” It was so odd, talking about Sunset Shimmer when she had her friend’s tongue slathering over and around her toes.

“My pet is a good girl too.” Moonsilver beamed an appreciative smile to his lover, their eyes meeting and a silent ‘I love you’ passed between them. “Pet, have you forgiven this Sunset Shimmer?” He was pleased to see her nod her head.

“Not before she tried to overdose on pills though.” Roseluck withdrew her left foot from Celestia’s mouth and she – semi playfully – tapped her nose with her big toe before slotting it back in her mouth. “She scared us all to death. Twice.”

“That is troubling news,” Moonsilver frowned. He already knew that she had toyed with the idea of throwing herself off of Lookout Point in the Everfree Forest. Now, he was presented with this. “She hadn't said her depression was leading to such suicidal thoughts. I think we've overcome that though. Depression is seventy five percent on the person, and twenty five percent on those that support the person.”

“We did our best, Luna, Cheerilee, Berry and me. We got her therapy. It seemed to work too, until those sirens turned up.” Roseluck looked down at her best friend kneeling and worshipping her feet. She could see by the expression on her face that they were striking a nerve, but it had to be said. “They messed her head up…aaaaah!” she moaned, despite the heavy topic, Celestia was getting her wet and aroused. “They undid all the good work we'd done. She took more and more pills, until we stopped her. She even tried buying a gun, but we stopped that too.”

Moonsilver flinched in spite of himself at the mention of a gun. His mother had been killed by a human’s firebox, and he hated the very mention of them. Still, it had been intercepted, by the sound of it. “You may use one foot to fondle the servicing pet, and to punish her if she is failing in her job,” Moonsilver snickered, “Though that moan does indicate she’s doing well.”

Permission given, Roseluck withdrew her right foot and she used the ball and her toes to fondle Celestia's tied breasts. “You see,” she said breezily like she was discussing the weather, “After the second overdose attempt, we contacted all the pharmacists, the chemists and the gun sellers and things like that. Told them to call one of us if she tried to buy anything.” She pinched Celestia’s nipples between her toes, “Even the supermarkets aren’t allowed to sell her paracetamols.”

“How long ago was that?” asked Moonsilver, loving the way his pet squirmed and moaned with a foot in her mouth.

“It was just after the Friendship Games, say a few months ago now,” Roseluck rubbed her foot in circles around Celestia’s breasts, determined to make her squeak as she toyed with her hard nipples, “She was getting better, again, and then there was all that stuff at Camp Everfree. That sent her back down…” she sighed and, wiggling her left toes in Celestia’s mouth, lowered her right foot to her friend’s crotch. “She wouldn't come out of her room, she didn’t wash, she didn’t sleep, she didn't eat.”

“Now…” Moonsilver thought out loud, “I am starting wonder if her trip to the Everfree a month ago was with no plan to return. If I hadn't been hunting that day when she fell, I am sure that would have been her reality.”

As she was busy licking, kissing and sucking on Roseluck’s left foot, Celestia let out a whimper. She was about to object to what they were talking about, order to be silent be damned, when her whimper became one of pleasure. While she had been busy with the left foot, Roseluck had been busy with her right. “Well,” the flower seller smirked as her toes caressed Celestia’s wet labia, “She did leave us all a note saying she was going up to Lookout Point.”

“Then I take it back, as she did have a back-up plan,” smiling, Moonsilver reached over and he slapped his pet’s ass cheeks hard, leaving a handprint behind on each buttock. “I'm proud of you, pet.” He knew, from the nightmare he had looked in on, that Lookout Point was the place she always jumped from, so the fact she was still there with them said a lot.

“AAaaaAAAH!” Celestia screamed, lurching forwards from the force of the spank she almost choked on Roseluck’s foot.

Seeing that she had drooled slobber all over her right foot, and her left was covered in a sheen of her pussy juices, Roseluck removed both and wiped her dirty her feet up and down and all over Celestia’s face until her multi-coloured hair was plastered to her head. Damn, if that look didn’t look hot on her! “I'm just glad she found you, Moonsilver. You've done what we all couldn't.”

“Helps to have a big cock and the knowledge how to use it.”

Suddenly, Roseluck burst out laughing. “You haven't...have you?” Celestia’s blush and Moonsilver’s smug look answered her question. “Really?” that blush deepened so much it reached her friend’s ears. “Celly, you naughty girl! You could have shared!”

“That may be why you're here…” Moonsilver still wore that exceptionally smug look on his face, but now his eyes were twinkling as well, “Or did Berryshine not tell you about her activities with us yesterday?”

Roseluck let out a snort of laughter, “Oh she said you ate her out, the lucky cow. She didn't say you were a handsome centaur, though!” she wiggled her toes playfully in Celestia’s mouth, loving the way her tongue danced on her digits. “So,” she gusted out, “Do I get to play too?”

“That’s for my pet to decide,” Moonsilver said solemnly, placing all the power and control firmly in his lover’s hands, though they all knew she’d had it all along. “You'll have to remove your toes first though, Roseluck.”

Somewhat reluctantly, as Roseluck pulled her toes out of Celestia's mouth, the digits glistening with her friend’s spit, the kneeling woman stared up at her, working her mouth as it had been some time since she had spoken or done anything other than tongue bath those pedicured feet. “I'd love for you to join us, Rosie. We're a herd, you see.”

“A herd,” Roseluck repeated, as if she was rolling the word around to see how it felt. She smiled, for she liked it. “I'm in!”

Although there was a smile spreading out over Moonsilver’s equine face, his eyes twinkled dangerously in Celestia’s direction. “You didn't wait till I said you could speak, pet.”

On her knees, poor Celestia spluttered and protested, “But…But…y-you said…” Then, blushing hard, she replayed the last few moments back in her head and she realised he was right. Because she thought she had been given the okay, she had jumped the gun and, of course, she had been caught straightaway.

Roseluck giggled behind her hand, “Someone's in trouble!” she sang out, loving the way Celestia was doing an impersonation of a tomato. To Moonsilver, she said, “I'd be genuinely honoured to join your herd, Moonsilver.” She held her hand out in greeting, “I'm Roseluck, or Rosie, if you prefer.”

“Rosie,” Moonsilver shook the offered hand, “I'm happy and grateful that you were in my Tia's life when she needed you the most.” Leaning forwards, the centaur gently traced a pale grey finger along the flower seller’s neck. “I think you’ll look good in grey and white.”

“Y-Yeah…” Roseluck’s breath hitched in her throat. Had it suddenly got twenty degrees hotter in the villa? She was sure that it had. All of a sudden, her mouth was dry and it was incredibly hard to breathe. She got the reason why the grey and white though a lot quicker than Berryshine had. “I think I will too. Celly's the alpha female, I assume?”

“She is,” Moonsilver confirmed, the centaur pictured both Berryshine and Roseluck wearing nothing but grey and white collars, Celestia in her grey collar and all three pets servicing him as was his due. Needless to say, it wasn’t long at all before he began to slip from his sheath.

Roseluck snickered, “I'm good with that.” She was also good with the member that was slowly emerging and hardening between Moonsilver’s hind legs. Very good indeed.

Just like the day before, Moonsilver slid from the couch and he got down on his back on the carpeted floor. He chuckled for he seemed to be spending a fair amount of time down there as of late. Still, he was about to pleasure two women, so he really couldn’t complain too much.

While he was getting down on the floor, Roseluck stood up and, slipping off her sandals, she lifted her green sundress up and over her head and stood in just her panties and her bra. When she slid those panties down her legs, she was reminded of the presence of the language stone. Quickly, she transferred that to inside her bra. “Has your pet used her feet to pleasure you, Moonsilver?”

Staring up at her, Moonsilver and then Celestia shook their heads. “I was not aware that they were so dextrous, Rosie.” That said though, he was always open to new experiences. “Please,” he invited her with a gesture of his hand, “Do with me as you wish.”

Roseluck felt such a high that she very nearly came on the spot. She knew what she wanted to do, ever since Berryshine had told her the day before how long his tongue was and how deep it could go. Boy did she ever want a piece of that! Carefully, she walked over him and, facing his hard stallionhood, sat herself down on his muzzle. Extending her left leg, she stroked her foot up and down his length. She loved the feel of his thick veiny member against the sole of her foot but…it was missing something. When she saw Celestia knelt there watching them, itching to join in, she knew what that was. “Worship my feet…”

Wasting no time, Celestia scurried over and grabbed a hold Roseluck’s left foot and she began to massage it. However, she was stopped in her tracks when the flower seller lifted up her right foot and slapped those bound breasts. Thankfully, Moonsilver was supporting her weight in his hands to stop her impaling herself on his face. “No hands, Celly. Use that naughty mouth of yours to worship my feet.”

Licking her lips, Celestia did as she was told. She placed her hands behind her back and, as she lowered her face down to Roseluck’s feet, her friend placed both of her soles either side of Moonsilver’s turgid meat. Instinctively, she knew what Roseluck had in mind. It was funny, she supposed, as she wetted her tongue and slathered it over not only those pale yellow feet but that mottled cock as well, that she had never considered herself to like feet very much before. Now though, with them both moaning in pleasure, she rather enjoyed it.

Letting out more of her saliva onto her talented tongue, Celestia dragged it all over Roseluck’s toes and the underside of Moonsilver’s member. Adjusting herself, she managed to get she her face in close and planted her tongue on the underside of those pedicured feet, slowly running her tongue up and down the arches. She moaned as the salty and intoxicating flavours of centaur precum and sweaty feet assaulted her taste buds, loving how the combination tasted.

Roseluck smiled as she watched her old friend happily lick her feet. The erotic display caused her face to flush. That, and Moonsilver had finally stopped drinking in the sight of her clean shaven pussy and he had started, at last, to pleasure her. She let out a lewd moan when she felt his lips planting warm, wet kisses all around her labia. “HmmMMMmmmm…” she sighed happily, slowly stroking her feet up and down his cock. She found that the firmer she gripped, the faster she stroked, the harder he licked her in turn.

That was a game she could play.

On his back, his vision taken up by Roseluck’s ass and pussy, Moonsilver was sure he had gone on to join the Great Forest. While he had never, ever thought feet could be used like the flower seller was using them, he was in utter bliss. What made it all the better was that as she was masturbating him, Celestia was slathering her tongue up and down his cock at the same time! Moaning in sheer pleasure, he shoved his tongue deep inside Roseluck’s pussy, swirling it around her sopping wet tunnel.

“AAAaaaaAAAAAH yeeeeEEEEEEEES!” Roseluck screamed, bouncing up and down on his muzzle while at the same time she curled her left foot around the centaur’s cock and she used the toes of her right foot to massage his heavy swollen balls.

Nestled between Moonsilver’s spread open hindlegs, Celestia saw what Roseluck was doing and she switched up her game. Licking up to the top of her Master’s cock, she swirled her tongue around his flat head and, when he moaned, she took it in her wet willing mouth. Timing herself, she went down on him when Roseluck lowered her left foot, and allowed that same foot on her chin to lift her head up again.

“FUUuuuuUUUUUUUUCK!” Roseluck gasped, for when Celestia had taken his cock in her mouth, the centaur had curled his wonderful, amazing, magic tongue inside her depths and he was rubbing her G-spot in such a manner that was making her see stars across her vision. Her snatch quivered and trembled, her whole tunnel spasmed and gripped his thrusting tongue like she had never felt before. She knew at that rate she wouldn’t last very much longer.

Moonsilver sensed that Roseluck was close. Although, with his shaft and balls being massaged by those miraculous feet and Celestia deep throating him, he knew he would blow very soon. Several bobs of her head later and, sure enough, he felt his head starting to flare, announcing his imminent orgasm.

Roseluck saw the mighty meat stick that her friend was sucking on start to throb, she felt it on the sole of her left foot. For an instant, she wanted to see Celestia swallow his load. Then, she had a better, kinkier idea. “Celly, pull off and suck his nuts,” she ordered through hitched breath as that tongue showed no sign of stopping. Moonsilver was about to complain when he felt both feet grip his dick tightly and stroke him faster than ever.

“MMmmmmMMMM B-By th-the FoooOOOOOOREST!” he bellowed up into Roseluck’s vagina as, when Celestia began to suck on his testicles, he at last blew and his mighty load shot out like an erupting geyser. With no mouth or other hole to catch it, it flew upwards and, inevitably, splashed back down around Roseluck’s feet and Celestia’s face.

Seconds later, for he had not stopped eating Roseluck out, the flower seller screamed out Moonsilver’s name as she too came, her climax squirting out all over the centaur’s face. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she panted, having drenched him completely. It was only when her eyes uncrossed that she saw her pale yellow feet were now completely white. “D-Da-Damn…” she breathed, lifting up a semen covered foot and tapping Celestia’s cum spattered face with her toes, “Now...what do you say?”

Completely lost in the moment, Celestia knew just what to say. She didn’t even think about trying to clean off her own face. As the hot white cum slid down her face, she smiled, her eyes locked on Roseluck’s now white feet. "I love them so much, Rosie,” she delicately kissed the bridge of each foot, avoiding the cum that covered the rest. “Please…may I clean your beautiful feet?”

“You may!” Roseluck beamed and, without wanting to wait, she thrust her left foot forwards straight into Celestia’s mouth. “Hmmmm, you have a well-trained pet, Moonsilver!” she gushed, using her right leg behind Celestia’s head to keep her in place as she sucked the semen from her foot.

“That I do,” Moonsilver replied, breathing slowly and deeply to catch his breath. “She honours me with her obedience, Rosie.” He couldn’t see Celestia as she swapped feet having cleaned the left of his seed, but he could visualise it, and that was enough to keep his penis at full mast. That, and every breath he took was flavoured by the vagina inches from his face.

“You know…” Roseluck all but purred when her feet were clean, “Since you’re still hard, and Celestia did so well, I think she’s earned a reward, don’t you?” When a murmur of approval came from underneath her, Roseluck got her feet under herself and she stood up. “Celly, I think I’d like to see you ride your handsome stallion.”

With her heart skipping a beat, Celestia quickly swung her leg over Moonsilver so that she was straddling his belly, looking him in the eyes as she slid back over his rock hard length. As she was close enough, he leant forwards and gave her one sloppy horse kiss straight to her lips, uncaring of the mess that adorned her face. After a little adjustment, where she lined herself up with the head of his shaft, Celestia took a deep breath and thrust back, sighing and groaning into his mouth as his broad flat head entered her, spreading her wide with the entry.

Roseluck watched in awe as Celestia groaned into his mouth, while he moaned into hers. Slowly, she impaled herself on his fourteen inch length. The flower seller though was not content to just watch her friend ride the centaur like he was a rodeo stallion. An idea came to her mind. A sexy idea. While Celestia was distracted, she crept around behind her and knelt down between Moonsilver’s hind legs and behind her large white ass.

From Roseluck’s point of view, it was like a fence post was disappearing into her friend’s wet hole. ‘Damn…that’s fucking sexy…’ she thought, and leant forwards to put her sexy idea into action. Using her hands, she parted Celestia’s ass cheeks and delivered a long slow lick up Moonsilver’s mighty pole and continuing up to her friend’s puckered asshole.

Both Moonsilver and Celestia let out moans of pleasure and squeals of delight between them, for as she slowly inched her way down his cock, further filling herself up with his meat until she felt his head bump against her cervical wall, Roseluck carried on licking away all the way up her crotch. “You...” she couldn’t stop herself moaning out loud, “oooooh Master...aaAAAAAAH!” she screamed when her friend slid her tongue into her asshole, “you two feel wonderful in me!”

Laid on the carpet, as Moonsilver crossed his forelegs behind his pet’s ass for something to bounce against, he was convinced all his birthdays had come at once. He had thought Roseluck’s feet had been heaven, now she was licking his shaft, it was something else! Now his hands were free, he reached with both for Celestia’s breasts, still round and firm from their bondage. Roughly, he squeezed and mauled her bountiful mounds, tweaking her hard nipples until she whimpered. “You both feel wonderful to me.”

Lifting off, Celestia dropped back down, impaling herself over and over again on his cock. She built up the pace so much that she felt his medial ring nudging against her puffy swollen labia. One more hard bounce and that too disappeared inside her stretched snatch. Biting her lip, she threw her head back, “OOoooOOH FuuuuUUUCK! FUUUCK MEEEE!” she screamed.

While Celestia was riding his shaft, Roseluck gripped her bouncing ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart, this time thrusting her tongue deep in her back door. When she stopped, Moonsilver quickly took over and he began to thrust his hips upwards. Roseluck could feel his length and girth pounding away as she ate her out. Stiffening up her tongue, the flower seller thrust it in and out over and over in time with what the centaur was doing.

“Rosie! Moonsilver!” Celestia screamed at the top of her lungs. She was in a whole universe of pleasure like never before, what with her Master thrusting into her pussy and her friend eating out her derriere like it was a four course meal. When he pounded her that hard that he was threatening to pierce her cervical wall, that sent her over the edge. “MOONSILVER! AAAH ROOOOOSIEEEEEE I'M GONNA CUM!” “AAaaAAH FUUUUCK MOOOOOONSILVER!” Celestia came, just as he too reached his second climax. She could feel his semen blasting inside her, with nowhere to go it flooded into her womb, swelling her already pudgy pot belly with the sheer volume released.

Riding his euphoric high, Moonsilver gave a few last upward bucks with his hips upwards, penetrating her cervix and swelling her even more as he pulled her down by her breasts to lavish a kiss on her mouth. Celestia muttered 'fuck' as she was kissed, the submissive woman loving the way she was just handled and wanting more of the same. Her Master held onto her breasts as his forelegs rode up from her fat ass and across her back. He continued to stroke her up and down.

“Are you both finished cumming?” asked Roseluck after a few moments of frenetic panting had passed by. She got two ‘uh huh’s’ in response. “Good.” She swatted Celestia’s ass with a hand. “Celly, up you get, and put your hand over yourself, don’t let any leak out.” When Celestia got off of Moonsilver’s rod, the flower seller leant in and proceeded to lick him clean.

Once the centaur’s stallionhood was spotlessly clean, Roseluck got down on her back. “Celly, do be a sweetie and share your present.” She gave her friend a wink and opened her mouth. All at once, with wide saucer-like eyes, Celestia got the message. At Moonsilver’s confused look, she got in position above Roseluck’s head and she squatted down so that her pussy was an inch away.

When Roseluck swatted her hand, Celestia removed it from her full snatch and, when Roseluck used her fingertips to part her labia, the white skinned submissive concentrated and pushed. Roseluck eagerly opened her mouth wider, watching as Moonsilver’s load drooled out from Celestia’s glistening tunnel.

Roseluck licked up what leaked out, with a hint of Celestia’s own flavour mixed in, and she leaned in closer to get more, latching her mouth around Celestia’s inner lips. She felt the bulk of the cumshot spill out in a wad onto her tongue, still hot from resting in Celestia's depths and tingling as it slid down her throat. Roseluck hungrily teased Celestia’s entrance with her tongue, urging it to release what was left of the centaur’s cum, leaving only a trickle in its wake.

Celestia glanced down at Roseluck as the pale yellow woman parted from her slit looking satisfied. “Is that all of-ooh!” Celestia squealed as Roseluck sank her fingers inside of her, drawing out more of Moonsilver’s cum from deeper within. Roseluck was sure to take thorough care of Celestia as she cleared her canal of cum, drawing her fingers back and sucking them clean. “Well…” Celestia sighed, “that was more thorough than I was expecting.”

~ ~ ~

Moonsilver watched Roseluck drive off and the pale grey centaur waited for Celestia to come back inside once the yellow van was no longer in sight. He smiled when she entered the house still wearing nothing but the rope that he had tied her with. “Both of them love you.”

“I know,” said Celestia with a sigh.

“Even after everything you did to them, they still love you,” restated Moonsilver.

“I know Master, and I’m learning to love myself.” Celestia kissed her handsome centaur.

“And I love you, my naughty pet.” Moonsilver kissed his human right back.

Though the healing stone had taken the edge off her derriere, Celestia’s ass was still very sore from yesterday’s spanking wen she had been bent over the coffee table. The thought of another so soon was too much to consider. She looked at the floor, “Thank you, Master. Please forgive your silly pet.”

Moonsilver smiled, “Oh, I’ve already forgiven you, pet.” He watched Celestia relax. “Unfortunately,” he watched her tense back up. “My forgiveness doesn’t excuse you from the consequences of your actions.”

Celestia nearly broke down in tears. Her ass couldn’t take another spanking. She knew if she uttered her safe word it would be over, but would he still love her if she did. Disappointing him would be worse than any pain he may deal out to her. She wiped her nose before it could drip, “As you wish, Master.”

Moonsilver looked at the broken woman before him. Words of love and encouragement along with shows and signs of affection didn’t turn one around in an instant. She seemed either too stubborn or too afraid to use her safe word. He knew that if he squeezed her ass she would break down in tears. Discipline with love was the only way he could think of to try and crack that shell of self-doubt. “When I watched your television last night, I did some other things too.” Even with her head down he saw Celestia peek up at him with curiosity. She saw him looking at her and quickly turned her gaze back to the floor. “I noticed a remarkable difference between your room and your sister’s room.”

Celestia couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her, “She does prefer a darker colour scheme, Master.”

Moonsilver nonchalantly added, “She has that little trap door in the celling.”

Celestia froze and her face went beet red. She remembered the time she investigated some strange noises in her sister’s room. It came back to her like it was yesterday.

“I’m going to teach you to fly, Leelee,” announced Luna.

“I’m Tinkerbell,” shouted Cheerilee.

“Yes, we can go with that.” Luna saw they had a peeping audience but said nothing about it to her pet as she smacked Cheerilee’s ass with a cane.

“Higher, Mistress,” called out Cheerilee like a little girl on a swing.

What Celestia saw was Cheerilee hanging upside down on a trapeze. There was no fear of her falling off as her ankles were tied to her thighs. Luna’s cane hit as her pet reached her backward height. The stroke of the cane helped to propel Cheerilee forward. Celestia quietly closed the door and returned to her room. She had a date with a vibrator.

Celestia shook herself from the memory and peeked back up at her Master. “Yes, she does, Master.”

The smile could be heard in Moonsilver’s words. “I saw a similar door on the wall too. Very interesting human, your sister. Is it her or her pet that has them so adventurous?”

“I think they try to top each other, Master,” whispered Celestia.

“Could be,” said Moonsilver. I did notice you and your sister have one thing in common. A box of interesting items in your closet. Only it seems that Luna’s is a bit, how you say, better stocked?”

Celestia’s knees nearly buckled. It had been a long time since she looked in Luna’s toy box, and that experience kept her away ever since. She couldn’t even start to imagine what Moonsilver may have found in Luna’s closet. She didn’t know what to say to that, so she remained silent.

Moonsilver removed his earlier rope work. “I think it would be fitting for you to serve your punishment in your sister’s room. Go there and stand at the foot of the bed, facing the bed.” He could see the indecision and fear run through his pet’s body. In the end he wasn’t sure if it was determination or hopelessness that won out as she moved off to Luna’s room. He, himself, was unsure if he was helping his pet find her self-worth or if he was dragging her deeper into the pit of despair. He turned to Celestia’s room and prayed to the gods that he knew what he was doing.

Moonsilver entered Luna’s room and his pet was dutifully standing at the foot of the bed facing away from him. He brought the rope out of Celestia’s room along with a couple of her toys. He knew the rest of the toys he needed were in Luna’s closet. “Are you ready to receive your punishment, pet?”

Celestia’s voice was barely above a whisper, “Yes, Master.”

“We shall see,” the centaur said as he set the items, he brought, on the floor behind Celestia. Not once did she turn her head. Moonsilver moved over to the panel on the wall and opened it. One switch opened the panel on the ceiling to reveal a hook and winch. A second switch set the winch in motion as he lowered the hook to the centre of the bed. He watched Celestia track its movement. He stopped it about two feet above the bed cover.

If Celestia saw that trapeze she was going to shout her safe word and run and hide in a corner somewhere. When she saw Moonsilver out of the corner of her eye approach the side of the bed, all he had in his hands was rope. Determination to stand her ground filled Celestia’s spirit.

“Lie down in the centre of the bed on your back,” commanded Moonsilver.

Celestia quickly did as she was told, but while doing so she could see him enter Luna’s closet. Celestia knew that was where her sister kept her toy box. When he held the trapeze bar in his hand Celestia broke out in a cold sweat. She couldn’t do this!

“Nice of your sister to keep a spreader bar,” said Moonsilver. “Then it would be difficult to use when doing self-bondage.” He placed it on the bed. He saw Celestia was going into a full-blown panic. Moonsilver barked out his orders, “Hands above your head clasping. Knees bent ninety degrees and spread your legs.”

‘Spreader bar. It’s a spreader bar and not a trapeze bar.’ She started to giggle as her body relaxed. ‘There is nothing to be afraid of.’ Moonsilver shouted out his command again, and Celestia’s body tensed up at the volume, but she quickly complied this time. The centaur’s glare was moving her back into fear, but now it was the fear of disappointing her Master.

“Such a naughty pet you are,” said Moonsilver in a low voice. “Dreaming about your punishment?” His smile turned sinister as he put some lengths of rope on the bed. “It is time to begin.” He worked methodically on Celestia’s lower body. First, he secured the spreader bar between her ankles and then her ankles were tied to her thighs so she couldn’t extend her legs. A simple binding under each knee meant his pet couldn’t retract her legs either. This was followed up with a waist binding that was several strands wide. From there two long ends were tied to the spreader bar. “Your excitement is apparent.” The strong blush across Celestia’s face let him know he was moving in the right direction.

Celestia couldn’t help but blush as Moonsilver stood looking between her spread legs. This was nothing like the list bit of rope play where the knots had teased her. Only smooth bindings like cuffs or a belt touched her flesh now. She was uncertain what the purpose of it was. With her legs at an angle and the ropes from waist to ankles would make his entry difficult. Her eyes followed as Moonsilver moved to her hands above her head on the bed.

Moonsilver ran a series of carefully crafted figure eights between her wrists. He kept her hands a few inches apart. Once that was done, he wove the rope back and forth between and around the rope between Celestia’s wrists till it formed a bar between her wrists. He then brought her hands up, so they were just below the hook. He tied some rope around the weave between her wrists through the hook. Taking the loose rope between waist and ankles he found a nice balance point and tied the rope from her wrists to bring both strands together. He took that rope back to her wrists to finish the binding.

When Moonsilver ran the rope though the hook she knew he was going to suspend her. That would make it nearly impossible for him to have sex with her, which was the punishment she most wanted from him. She watched him move around as he appraised his work. That gave her some comfort knowing he wanted to keep her safe, which mixed with anxiety as to what he would do once she was in the air.

At last, Moonsilver judged his work complete. Most of Celestia’s weight would be suspended at her waist, and there would be an even split between her wrists and ankles. He would need a few hours of her in this position, and time would tell if she was able to tough it out. He smiled as he knew she was stronger than first appearances would show. The centaur moved over to the wall panel and flipped the switch to lift Celestia off the bed. The bindings proved true and her butt was the last thing that left the bed. She was in a very nice reclining position. She would easily see everything he did, and he would easily see her expressions when he did them.

“Now my naughty pet, you will pay dearly for your crimes,” said Moonsilver. He watched her body shiver in anticipation. Her arousal was apparent with her erect nipples and glistening between her legs. He showed her the first toy that he took from Celestia’s closet. A series of beads tied together with a strong string. The beads got larger as the moved along the string. “You have expressed a desire to have that hole filled, so it is no surprise I found this in your closet.”

Celestia well knew about the anal beads. It was something that scratched her itch. Easy to insert and you had total control on how fast you pulled them back out. She watched him sniff the beads and was never so happy to be a clean freak.

Moonsilver held Celestia steady with one hand as he put his muzzle between her legs. He lavished his tongue across her labia and through her ass crack. He didn’t penetrate her, but he left her sopping wet. He then popped the beads into his mouth and slowly pulled them out. He could see the effect his little show was having on his pet. Moonsilver pushed the smallest bead at the end of the string past Celestia’s anal ring. With a methodical slowness he pushed in each bead and never took his eyes off his pet’s face.

The speed that Moonsilver was working at was very unsatisfying for Celestia. She could only hope that he would pull them out a lot faster than he was inserting them. She blocked her own view of the sting of beads going in, so she counted each one. When the twelfth went in she shivered in anticipation of them being pulled out. They didn’t come out. Instead, Moonsilver reached for some other items. Celestia grunted in frustration.

“I found these in your sister’s closet. They look like a lot of fun,” Moonsilver said as he presented the items.

The nipple clamps didn’t surprise her. She had seen both Luna and Cheerilee wear them on occasion. Usually at school under their clothes when the weather allowed for bulkier clothing. It was the other object that set her to struggle in her binds. He had a feather and she was beyond ticklish. All her struggles did was set her into a slow spin. Moonsilver’s laughter at her expense reddened her cheeks again.

“Those nipples are so erect I thought you might be cold.” Moonsilver placed the clamps on each nipple. “Here is a bit of ‘clothing’ to help warm them up.” He didn’t hear a squeak of pain from his pet, but instead a moan of pleasure. That meant it must be the other object that set her to struggle. He waved the feather and lightly bopped his pet on the nose. “I’m now ready to begin, and I hope you’re ready to receive your punishment.”

Celestia was not ready for this! She was expecting a tight rope bondage and another spanking. She was not prepared for torture! Her safe word was at the tip of her tongue. Only fear of rejection from the one she loved held her back. She fought back the tears to tough it out. Moonsilver ducked his head down so only the top of it along with his ears were in view. One hand rested on her lower belly with his thumb over her clitoris, the other still held the feather.

This would be Moonsilver’s first time testing his pet’s tolerance. He took hold of the string of beads with his teeth and pressed his thumb against Celestia clitoral hood. The other hand pushed the feather into her vaginal canal. Her body tensed up when she squeaked and with that, he pulled out the first bead, only to have his tongue push it back in.

Celestia had seen her sister engage in tickle play with Cheerilee. When she did that, Cheerilee’s only safe word was to lose control of her bladder. Moonsilver wasn’t doing that. He either didn’t know how to do tickle play, or that wasn’t his plan at all. Instead the feather felt like a ghost entering her with its light touch. The anal bead coming out was much more familiar to her, only instead of removing the string, he just pushed the bead back in. That wasn’t at all satisfying.

Moonsilver continued to work one bead in and out with his mouth. With his one hand the thumb worked the top of her cleft. The other hand twirled the feather and moved it in and out. When he thought it to wet, Moonsilver used Celestia’s ribs to dry it off. Her squirming soon had him erect.

The anal beads were proving to be more frustration than pleasure. Still, his one hand playing with her clitoris and the feather proved to be much more pleasurable. She whined when he pulled the feather out, but she could see where it was going. His one hand kept her from squirming out of the way as the feather slid along her ribs. Even wet it was so very ticklish. Celestia’s burst of laughter only seemed to encourage him.

Moonsilver continued to work Celestia with the thumb, feather, and beads. One thing he know about his pet was when she was going to cum. The way her toes scrunched up was just adorable. His slow methodical work would not stem that tide as she built up to an orgasm. When she neared the brink his one hand moved from her belly to a breast. A flick at the nipple clamps ended her orgasm as she was filled with pain instead. Her cry was music to his ears. His hand returned to her belly as he continued to play with her cleft.

Celestia screamed. The nipple clamps were much more painful than she ever imagined. She was almost there! It was a different agony as he slowly built her up. The agony from the clamps was all consuming. That pain faded as pleasure returned. At least now he would pull two or three beads before he pushed them back in. Soon the pain at her breasts was forgotten as the pleasure inside her rekindled.

Time was very much on his side. The cycle was easy to repeat, and the amount of time when he flicked her breasts was slowly shrinking. He did look for a variety of places to dry off the feather. It seemed that his pet’s entire body may be a tickle spot. Not that he was going to complain about that. Time passed between Celestia’s shouts of pain and moans of pleasure.

He judged that at least two hours of time had passed before his pet had reached the point where he needed to apply more pain than pleasure to keep away her orgasm. It was time enough. He pulled the feather out and replaced it with a couple of fingers from his other hand and he ripped all the beads out with his mouth. Even bound he could see Celestia’s body arch with an intense orgasm. Her cry of pleasure almost as loud as her earlier cries of pain.

When Celestia didn’t know which way was up, she felt the feather withdrawal and replaced by something far more solid. It was the sudden removal of all the beads that put her over the edge. An orgasm so intense she was certain she sprayed all the way to her own bedroom. The beads were also replaced by something more solid. Those fingers in each hole worked her through a second and then a third orgasm before they slowed their assault. She was in a dreamlike state. Never had it took so long to achieve, nor felt more intense once achieved. While doubts about herself were not so easily pushed to the side, any doubts about her Master’s love for her were washed away like words written in sand washed away by the tide.

Moonsilver let both his hands continue to do the talking. Even a face full of Celestia’s fluids didn’t deter him. He was very pleased with how long he was able to make his pet go without giving her the orgasm she so desperately needed. Once she had coursed through her fourth, he finally withdrew his fingers. Moonsilver moved over to the wall to lower his pet back to the bed. He reversed the undoing of the binds as he watched the glow on his pet’s face. Her eyes looked to infinity.

With the last of the ropes removed, Moonsilver climbed onto the bed and pulled his pet close to him. “Your punishment is complete, my love.”

Celestia couldn’t find words to express her feelings, so she pulled herself closer to him and lost herself in his embrace. This is what true love was. This is what she would hold onto in her life. A life she wanted to live. So much was taken out of her that sleep soon came to claim her. In the safety of his arms she was free to dream of the pleasures in life.