“Glmmmph!” Principal Celestia gagged on the cock invading her mouth and throat. Drool and slobber leaked profusely from her mouth, soaking the large, flat moss-covered rock that she was bent over. After a couple more hard thrusts that threatened to make her retch, the mottled grey shaft was pulled harshly from her wet mouth. “Hmmm!” she whimpered, as the medial ring and then the flared tip was pulled from her stretched throat.

Through watering eyes she looked up at the owner of the cock in question. She couldn’t really do much else. Stripped naked, her clothed piled up beside the rock she was bent over, there was a makeshift bridle made from lengths of rope taken from her rucksack secured around her head. Her hands, tied flat behind her back so that her forearms rested upon each other, were tied to the bridle with more rope.

The pale grey centaur just looked down at the white skinned woman and smiled a wide satisfied smile. He hadn’t said a word the whole time that he had spent thrusting his eighteen-inch shaft down the bound fifty year old woman’s throat. He just gave her a nod as he walked around the large flat rock to admire her exposed upturned ass.

Celestia’s cheeks burned bright red with shame and embarrassment. She was well aware that the years had not been kind to her body and if you were being kind, you’d say it was ‘lived in’. Her captor however didn’t seem to mind her pudgy belly, her large sagging breasts or her thighs. Behind her now, satisfied that his cock was well lubricated from its time spent in his prisoner’s throat, he reared up onto his hind legs with a loud neigh and, with his forehooves firmly planted either side of her shoulders, he moved to mount.

His front legs stretched forward, almost as if he was reaching out, before coming down and wrapping around Celestia’s shoulders either side of her neck. Instantly, she noticed the immense weight being put upon her back. Under the large centaur’s muscular body, Celestia couldn't help but feel aroused, even in spite of her bindings. As principal of Canterlot High School, she had to be in charge, in control, the ruler of her empire at all times. Now though, she was here, in the depths of the Everfree Forest, in broad daylight, naked as the day she was born, utterly helpless to do anything and exposed for anyone to see; not to mention that she was about to endure the rutting of her life.

She was utterly powerless to stop it and she’d never been more wet and aroused in her life. She didn’t have the words to describe how much she wanted this. How much she needed this. Like a garden hose filled with rushing water, the centaur’s eighteen-inch cock went from standing semi-hard to iron-hard in an instant. Letting out a roaring neigh, he thrust his powerful hips forward.

On the first try, his huge spit-covered cock missed its mark and slid up along her back, effectively dry humping her as his heavy swinging balls slapped her ass and his length rubbed along her tightly bound up arms and smearing copious amounts of hot pre along the way. "Ah!" Celestia moaned around the rope bridle that was tied in such a way as to hold her head up. It wasn’t a moan of pain, but from surprise at the amount of heat radiating off of the pale grey centaur’s meat. It was hot, hot and thick and the pre felt like warm soup spattered on her back. It was as if someone lit a log on fire and laid it along her back. And it was long, too, long enough for the flat tip to reach at least part way up her back. ‘Oh...wow.’

In what could only be a snort of frustration, the centaur stamped his hind hooves on the grass beside the rock and, after finding his balance, he moved backwards, dragging the length of his impressive rod down Celestia’s back and leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake that thoroughly glazed her flabby ass crack. It instantly cooled on contact with the outside air and the bound woman couldn't help but get the shivers.

A drop of nervous sweat rolled down her forehead at that moment. While not a virgin by any means, it had nonetheless been a good long while since she’d had a cock in her, and certainly not ever one of this size. She’d been amazed it had fitted in her throat as well as it had. At the last second, she changed her mind and she tried, with no success whatever, to wriggle from under the centaur’s girth.

“AAaaaAAH!" the pale grey centaur, seeing his prize ready and waiting, roughly smashed the flat head of his cock hard onto her wet labia. “GAAaaAAH!” she screamed out loud for a second time. She was given absolutely no more time whatsoever to prepare as the cock was pressed harder and harder, pushing aside her slick puffy labia. Surely it wasn't going to fit, as his flat flared tip was bigger around than her whole pussy.

Celestia did the only thing she could. She gritted her teeth and tried to take deep breathes through her nose as more and more force was applied. Her pussy may have been desperate and needy and, while it had been serviced in the past, she knew it was nowhere near large enough to accommodate her current suitor, as the head of the massive cock painfully stretched her hole.

Suddenly, after a few moments, the centaur stopped moving and for what felt like hours, there was almost a complete and utter stillness from the pale grey centaur positioned above and behind her. This quiet stillness lasted for what literally seemed an eternity even though it was in reality just a few seconds. Celestia wondered what he was waiting for when, with an almighty thrust, he rushed forward to deliver his hardest thrust yet. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Celestia screamed a very loud scream indeed as the massive hard cock finally popped inside.

Panting in agonised pain, Celestia’s vulnerable hole had no time to adjust and stretch to accommodate the plunging intruder, as the large thick veiny shaft widened her sopping wet entrance almost to the point of tearing it apart. Her labia, once puffy and full of needy want, was now pulled partway inside, given absolutely no choice at all but to follow along with the massive forced insertion. The copious amounts of pre released did little to alleviate her penetration; it was just too big to take.

The centaur fucking her couldn't care less in the slightest.

Grinning, he hooked his forehooves over his captive’s shoulders and pulled her back as he retreated from her, his cock dragging her lips back out as well, before savagely plunging back in with all the force he could muster.

"OOOH SWEEEEEEEET LOOOOORD!" Celestia wailed. The second time he entered her was somewhat easier than the first, as his huge cock had by now been thoroughly wetted by the combination of both of their lubrication, and he slipped in quickly. Just as Celestia’s stretched walls went back to normal, they were again pushed apart and rounded out, almost forming a perfect circle. The centaur's mottled grey cock was a huge cylinder of flesh and her body couldn't stop from molding to its frame.

Finally, at the tail end of his thrust, he plunged deep as he could go and conquered the last remaining inches of her tunnel, battering the entrance to her womb and causing an obscene bulge to appear on Celestia's already pudgy belly. She panted, desperately huffing air in and out of her lungs as fast as she could. It was the only thing she could do to stop herself from screaming again in utter agony. She was full, filled with far more than any woman was meant to be filled with and had been completely and utterly used, without any care for her pain. She was being bred- no, fucked like a mere animal.

And Celestia loved it; she loved every single second of it.

When the large muscular centaur pulled his hips back again, ready to deliver another thrust, Celestia came. And she came hard, harder than any orgasm she'd ever experienced. None of her other lovers – of which there had been a few, prior to her getting the job at Canterlot High – had ever made her climax like this. The pain she had been forced to deal with only moments prior was suddenly accompanied by unquantifiable amounts of pleasure. She couldn’t understand or explain it; the more painful it was, the better it felt.

And right now, bound up the way she was with her own rope from her backpack, bent over the moss covered rock and with the centaur once again slamming his dick back inside, It hurt. It hurt so much. She cried out when his third stiff thrust bottomed out and smacked against her cervix. Wet, hot, salty tears rolled down her cheeks and another pained grunt flew from her lips.

It was like night and day. One couldn’t exist without the other and, in that split second of clarity she understood Luna’s relationship with Cheerilee; she got it, right there just as she was getting the centaur’s dominating cock driven back inside her, well past his medial ring to once again batter her cervical wall. As his cock plunged in and out, her eyes rolled into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her body, that she had been so conscious of before now, was on fire and acutely aware of every single inch of raging stallionhood that repeatedly impaled her.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was an unexpected pause. The pale grey centaur stopped moving. Underneath him, bound and helpless, breathless and panting, just starting to come down from her first orgasm, Celestia greedily swallowed down great, gulping lungfuls of air while she still could.

Then, the fifty year old principal screamed as he delivered a particularly vicious thrust. Her eyes rolled in her head and another hateful thrust came, hard and strong. Suddenly, the centaur's thrusting cock was in overdrive. Plunging in and out, sawing in deep, splitting her body in half, faster than she ever thought possible. With her eyes still rolled inside her head, Celestia could do nothing but howl in the most intense mixture of pleasure and pain she had ever felt as her captor fucked her in earnest.

There was no time for Celestia to breathe anymore. The sheer mass of the dick spearing her rapaciously would slide out, only to mercilessly slam home once more, bludgeoning her insides again and again and again like an untiring jackhammer. With each thrust her gut bulged comically, or it would were it not squashed onto the rock beneath her.

A particularly forceful thrust managed to cram even more centaur cock into her battered ravaged body. She could only imagine what a sight this all was. Her long pink, green and blue – with streaks of grey – coloured hair was plastered to her scalp and her back. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, she had spit and drool leaking from her mouth, tears leaving salty tracks on her cheeks and cum leaked from her stuffed pussy.

Though she was desperately ashamed and embarrassed by her body, right then, she really wanted to be seen being mounted by a fifty stone creature that by all accounts shouldn’t exist and taking his huge cock like a mare in heat. She badly wanted to be seen, by her sister, by the school, by her staff, her students, anyone. She didn’t care. She had been reduced to a drooling, moaning mess of a woman who…

It was all too much. Way too much.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" her climax building up inside her once again, Celestia could feel the hot heavy breathing of the creature above her and she could tell that he was just as close as she was. "Please…please cum! Please Master please!” she begged. There was nothing else for her to do. She was her Master’s slut. She was his property and he had claimed her mind, body and soul. She belonged to him as completely as any submissive had been claimed by her dominant.

“Master please! I need your cum please!” she begged again, lost to her world of pained pleasure. She was right on the edge when the centaur above her could hold it in no longer and, with and ear shatteringly loud neigh, thrust his mighty cock deep and let go of all his pent up seed.

"Yes,” Celestia moaned, “give me all of it, please Master!” The pale grey centaur was only too willing to oblige. One last thrust pierced her cervix sending boiling hot semen deep into her womb as the huge cock grazed her tunnel. It was like white lava. Slow and heavy, hot and thick. Rich with his essence. When the flood of white coated her walls and erupted into her womb, any resistance she had left crumbled. Her senses short circuited for a precious few seconds. She couldn't remember clenching her eyes. From the core of her body, she SHOOK. She shook from her pudgy belly all the way to the tips of her toes; her entire body taken over by a tidal wave of sensations.

Celestia couldn’t even muster the energy to moan her delight. So enormous was her climax, that her lungs even refused to allow her to breathe. Given how much prime centaur seed had invaded her orifices, she wondered how long it had been since her Master had cum at all. With his thick cock and even thicker flared head thoroughly plugging the way out, the thick semen had no choice but to pool inside her abused womb.

Finally, the torrent of white ceased. A snort from above was all the warning Celestia was given before her Master slowly backed up. With a pull as savage as the thrusts he had utilised just mere moments before, the centaur pulled his member from her tightly plugged hole. Suddenly, Celestia was pulled backwards, for she had no grip on the moss covered rock due to her arms being tightly bound behind her back to her rope bridle, she slid onto the grass and the contents of her now very pregnant-looking belly sloshed around inside her.

Her Master tugged his flare against the well battered ring of muscle and, painfully, with a very loud splatting noise, it popped free, an act that sent much of the cum she had been given gushing out of her onto the grassy floor of the gully, like a torrential white waterfall.

With her body absolutely wrecked, her legs shaky, and no eighteen inches of her Master's thick cock to support her, Celestia collapsed face first onto the grassy gully floor. Ignoring the sharp pain in her arms from being tightly bound behind her, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the clear blue sky. Her eyes unfocused, she was too tired and exhausted to care that she was drenching herself in the very puddle of fluids that she had helped to create.

Stepping to the side, the pale grey centaur bent his legs and sat in the clean grass next to his shuddering pet. With a smile on his handsome equine face he leant in and kissed Celestia’s forehead. He then reached for the shining opal stone that was held on the part of the rope bridle that went across her head.

“Time to wake up, my lovely pet,” he said quietly, calmly, as he removed the dream stone from its mounting.

~ ~ ~

The mid-morning sun beat down on Moonsilver’s back, dappled somewhat by the overhanging trees that lined the edge of the rocky gully twenty feet above him. The pale grey centaur had a very concerned look plastered all over his equine muzzle as he looked down at the sleeping human beneath him. He knew full well this contact was forbidden by the rules of his kind and yet, there was something about her that stirred him.

Once he had taken the opal dream stone from her forehead, he pulled back from her and gave her a cursory look over. He saw where her leg was trapped by the wedge of rocks that kept it bent in a way he surmised her foot was not meant to go. It was a simple matter however to heave away the heavy key stone that kept her foot lodged in tight. “I hope your sleep deadens the pain I'm about to give you.” Moonsilver didn’t want to risk harm to this creature, in fact, he gave silent thanks to Helios and Asclepius that she was still alive at all.

With that in mind though, he quickly pulled her lower left leg so that the bit of fractured tibia that was poking through the skin was back where it belonged and, remembering his basic healing techniques taught to him by Sagittarius, his hunting mentor, he applied a bandage wrap and a healing aconite stone to the area in order to slow the bleeding and reduce the pain she would no doubt be in. “This is beyond my skill to heal,” he said aloud to Rehanos his faithful eagle, the only other creature there, “but you interest me, human.” With a smile, he made up his mind. Rules be damned. Perhaps the old rules needed updating anyway. Reaching into the shoulder pack he always carried with him on a hunt, he took out an apatite translation stone and some more bandage and, when he had placed the blue stone on her bruised forehead, wrapped it to keep it in place.

“Uuuuugh...” Principal Celestia moaned as she fluttered her eyelids open ever so slowly. Instinctively she squinted against the glare of the sun. All she was aware of was that large shape was still there beside her and the pain in her leg was greatly diminished. ‘Why?’ she wondered, a thought that died on her lips when the shape resolved itself into sharper focus. “Whu...wha...who?” she tried to ask three questions at once as she propped herself up on her elbows and blinked herself more awake.

Looking up at the large muscular pale grey shape, her mouth hung open comically wide and her brain processed just one word, impossible as it seemed. “Centaur...”

Moonsilver smiled down at the prone human. ‘So,’ he thought, ‘not quite the savage we've been lead to believe.’ His smile only widened when he saw her try to get up. Very gently he placed a spade like hand on her chest to keep her down. The healing stone had its limits, after all. “Human, you should not overuse your left arm, and please do not try to stand.”

“Oh, okay then,” Celestia replied without thinking, then she looked up at the powerfully built centaur and blinked once more. Only on the second blink did it dawn on her that she could understand him, whereas she was sure she could not before. “I can understand you.” she stated the fact as she reached out with a shaking right hand and prodded his side. Thankfully she got a firm and real feeling from her fingertips.

Very lightly, Moonsilver tapped the centre of the human’s white forehead where the bandage held the gem against her skin. “I have placed a gem of languages on you,” he said by way of explanation. “It must touch flesh to work. It seems our native language is not known to you.”

Celestia processed this for just a moment. Centaurs. Gems. Magic. One word instinctively flashed through her mind: Equestria. It had to be. She sighed, she had come here to escape that magical nonsense. “I thought it was...familiar…” she blinked against the glare of the sun. Dappled though it was by the trees, the harsh glare was still in her face. Mistakenly, she tried to move. “Aaaaah!” straightaway the pain overcame the aconite and shot through her leg. “Wait, wait,” she hissed as she prodded his lower body again. “You’re real. Really real. A centaur.”

‘Damned Equestrian malarkey,’ she thought to herself, though she was struck by just how handsome this creature was. Perhaps not all Equestrian interlopers were bad.

Reaching towards her forehead, Moonsilver gently brushed aside the human’s pastel green, pink and blue hair and he carefully removed the language stone from its temporary mounting. “κένταυρος.” he grinned, seeing her eyes widen as he proved his point on the gems. Still grinning, he placed it back in the bandage. “Centaur, yes that is the name we were given as a race.”

Celestia still couldn’t quite believe it. “But...you're real!” she shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs. “I’m sorry, it's just...I thought you were a myth.” She laid herself back down on the grass. “Damn my leg hurts.”

Moonsilver nodded at that. Thanks to the magic of their protective air stones, his people had managed to remain hidden in their home. Yet, this human could see him. “It may be better if we stay a myth. Did you come out here to die?”

“What? No!” Celestia exclaimed as indignantly as she could, given the fact that the centaur was easily three times her size and she was effectively immobile in the rocky gully. “Why would you say that?”

Moonsilver let out a loud snorting laugh. “If I wanted to stay a myth, that is what would have happened to you.” He smiled as her eyes went wide with understanding of what he was implying. He sincerely hoped it wouldn’t come to that extreme though. She interested him, and she seemed intelligent, as well as pretty. For a human. “I ask, should I finish what you started.”

“Oh, I see.” Celestia looked away from her saviour, shifting uncomfortably on the grass by the fast moving stream. “Well don't worry, I'm not going to say anything to anyone.” With a faint blush on her white cheeks, she had her left hand on his side. She couldn’t help it. The part of him that was equine rippled with muscle under his fur. It was hot and toned, and she was reminded of her dream from a few moments ago. “I just wanted to camp out, until I fell.” She didn’t know why, but she felt the need to explain herself, “I...I saw, or I thought I saw, something move in the corner of my eye. I turned to see and the next thing I know I'm falling down there.” she pointed to the rocky embankment which still bore evidence of her fall.

“Good that you have a thick skull.” Moonsilver laughed as he lightly tapped her head. “Most humans stay near the cabins or tents, but you have wandered deep into the woods.”

Celestia couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl. She still hadn’t removed her left hand from his body. “My sister and I used to camp in this wood every year when we were kids. Everyone says the woods are haunted but it never bothered us.”

Moonsilver, noticing she was still squinting against the sun, leant in and reclined beside her right side so that his whole upper body was casting a shadow over her. “Most myths and legends are rooted in reality. Plus, who would you tell about me? They will simply think you hit your head hard.”

“Hmhmm…” Celestia murmured, her blush deepening noticeably with the very close proximity of the pale grey centaur’s sculpted upper body. “A-Aaaa-actually...y-yeah they would...oh my…” she bit her lip as her thoughts wandered very close to the dream she had just had. Very close indeed.

Sniffing this human’s obvious arousal on the air, aided by the fact he was closer to her now, he grinned slyly and decided to test the waters, to see how much of her dream she wanted to become reality. Running a finger slowly down her left cheek, he stopped when he came to a tear in her khaki shirt that exposed her functional bra. “This doesn't seem to offer much protection, human.”

“Aaahn...” Celestia moaned, her faint blush now an intense bright red. The heat and moisture in her loins getting hotter and wetter just from the merest touch of his fingertips on her bare skin at the tear in her shirt. “N-No...no, it d-doesn't.” her right hand that had been caressing his flank was now flat on his bare chest. “You're ah, you're so very real.”

Smiling, Moonsilver took her slender little hand in his callused one and held her palm over his beating heart. “As real as real can be.” he said as he lowered his head so that his mouth was less than an inch from hers. “More real than your fantasies.”

At the very mention of her fantasy dream, Celestia’s eyes, which had been focussed solely on his chiselled muscular body went wide like dinner plates and her pupils were very small. “Wh-What?” Suddenly, her mouth was dry as sandpaper. “How ah, how do you know about that?”

For a moment, he was tempted to tell her about the opal dream stone. “I think that should be part of the mystery,” he said instead, changing his mind but smiling broadly as he remained close. “Since you wish to live, do you wish for your fantasy to become a reality?”

‘This can't be happening!’ Celestia thought, her mind suddenly racing a hundred miles an hour, ‘He wants me? Anyone wants me? Oh jeez!’ still blushing profusely, she hesitantly nodded her head. “Y-You mean...”

Moonsilver moved back a bit from her, though they were still intimately close to each other. “You should return when you are able,” without warning, he quickly moved forward and very passionately he placed a kiss squarely on her lips, “but, for now you need medical help that I can't give you or there will be no later.”

Celestia’s brain short circuited for a moment. ‘He kissed me!’ was all she could process. That, and the fact that her panties had gotten considerably wetter in recent seconds. “I...I want that, I want that so much…” she gasped through an extremely dry mouth as she caressed his cheek. “I can't call for help. My pack was washed away when the boulders fell.”

Almost immediately the words left her lips a magnificent black chested snake eagle that had, until now, been behind her out of her vision screeched loudly. Watching her reaction, Moonsilver snickered out a laugh. “What? What's so funny?” Celestia asked, though when she tried to spin her head around, her leg moved a bit too far. Just enough to hurt like the dickens. “Aaaaaah d-damn it!” her exclamation was cut short however when she saw the handsome eagle perched on her backpack. “M-My pack! You bought it back?”

Moonsilver was thankful the human was looking the other way at his good friend. She missed his blush. He had asked the eagle to retrieve the lost backpack as it had been his fault it had gone into the stream in the first place. “Rehanos doesn't like things polluting the water.”

Celestia was frankly in awe. “You have a pet eagle?”

The eagle, Rehanos, screeched at Celestia’s comment, giving the impression it could understand her. Moonsilver chuckled. “I like to say companion, but 'he' likes to say he has a pet centaur.”

“Oh um, I didn't mean to cause offence.” Celestia apologised, feeling a tiny bit silly as she did so. “Aaah...Rehanos, um, thank you…” she turned back to the centaur and whispered, “Can he understand me?”

“Yes,” Moonsilver nodded and later, Celestia would later swear that the snake eagle was laughing at her, “I think he can.” He pointed out the blue apatite stone the eagle wore in a necklace around his neck. “The stone needs to be fine-tuned to understand such speech, and even then it is limited to one being.” When he stopped speaking, the pale grey centaur had his hand casually resting on the human’s right breast. “I have no way to contact your people.”

“I ah...” Celestia blushed hard and, for some reason, she found she quite lost track of what she was saying. She was well aware of her body, notably her sagging breasts and her pudgy belly, but this centaur didn’t seem to mind as he cupped her breast through her shirt. She certainly didn’t mind. “There's ah, a device, in my pack, I can use it to call for help.”

With his free hand, Moonsilver gestured towards his companion and Rehanos flapped his impressive wings, dropping the backpack on Celestia’s open left side before flying up to the top of the gully. Genuinely concerned, the centaur looked at the pack. “I hope it is still working.”

“Thank you both,” gratefully, Celestia delved into her pack and, after a few moment’s rooting around, she withdrew the brand new satellite phone. She thanked the gods above that she’d let Guide Rope talk her into buying one now. As she dialled 999, the number for the emergency services, Celestia’s thoughts were distracted from the new phone by Moonsilver’s thumb moving in very slow circles over and around her nipple. “Oo-ooh!” her breath hitched as she got the dial tone and her nipple hardened under his touch. “Ooh th-that's nice!”

“That it works?” Moonsilver asked innocently as he pinched the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Hmmmm it wooOOORKS!” Celestia squeaked in spite of her best efforts not to, “Th-that's ni-nice too...pl-please don't stop...please!”

Grinning, safe in the knowledge he was on safe ground, Moonsilver’s light fondling of her breast quickly turned into groping which, he noted with satisfaction, she didn’t attempt to stop. “I'm sure your device will last.”

“Y-Yes...I'm sure it will,” Celestia began panting, “wh-what's your name?”

“Moonsilver,” he replied, the centaur’s voice calm, confident and commanding as his hand slipped under her bra to grope her naked breast.

Just then, as her breast was being mauled and squeezed, the phone connected. “Rescue services,” came a male’s voice down the line, “how may I help you?”

“I-I’m Celestia...eeek!” Celestia’s left hand, the one that wasn’t holding the satellite phone, landed on Moonsilver’s and held it, her face pure scarlet that her middle aged sagging bust was felt up, owned, almost. As embarrassed as she was, she liked it. She wanted him to own her. “Aaaah...y-yes,” she spoke to the phone, remembering she was connected, “I ah, I need help, please, I'm stuck in the Everfree Forest.”

“Can you walk?”

“N- aaah, no,” Celestia answered as best she could, which wasn’t easy as she was getting more and more aroused by the second. It never even occurred to her to ask him to stop. “I've got a broken left foot and leg.”

“Please turn on your phone's transponder and I'll dispatch rescue services to your location,” the emergency services operator responded quickly and surely, his voice as calm as Moonsilver’s was. “It will be a helicopter, so it may or may not land near you. They should be there within ten minutes.”

“Thank you sir-” Celestia sighed gratefully, though that sigh was mostly directed at the centaur’s educated hands playing her chest like a maestro. “-I appreciate it.” Hanging up the call, she pressed the buttons on the back that turned on the transponder signal.

“I must not be seen,” Moonsilver said simply as he moved his equine head down to take Celestia’s hard nipple in his mouth and sucking on it hard enough to earn himself a whimper. He still had no idea how this human had been able to see him, let alone anyone else. “Do you know where you are right now, in the woods?”

“MMmmmm y-yeeeees...th-there's an old stone bridge a quarter mile from here!”

Moonsilver gave her nipple another hard sucking, then he withdrew and began to replace her bra. As he did, he stated in his calm, commanding voice, “I'm going to trap your foot again. When they see the break they will wonder how you set it. Smile and say, ‘With my foot caught all I had to do is pull away, easy.’” He laughed at that. “That will impress them.”

Celestia grabbed his arm with all the strength she could muster as he made to stand up. “I...I want to see you again, Moonsilver, please.”

Moonsilver nodded. “Then return to this spot at any time. I, or Rehanos, will see you. I will come as soon as I can. I'm going to remove this healing stone on your leg, it has dulled the pain, but you will need that back when they come.” With that, the pale grey centaur pulled back the bandage and removed the aconite stone.

Almost instantly Celestia grunted with the pain that coursed up her leg. “Ow! Will, aaah, will you um…” she blushed again, squeaking this time. “Will you d-dominate me, like I dreamed?”

“Maybe.” Moonsilver smiled and slid the healing stone into the front pocket of her ripped khaki shorts, reaching much, much deeper in the process than was necessary. “To work, they must touch your flesh. This stone will let me into your dreamscape.” He held up the white opal and slid that into her pocket as well, groping her mound as he did so. “And this one lets you understand my tongue, but for now you must put it away.” Moonsilver carefully removed the head bandage and he placed the blue apatite in her pocket as well. “Θα κρατήσω τη ζωή σου στο χέρι μου αν μου δώσεις όλη την εμπιστοσύνη σου.”

Though she didn’t understand the language now, Celestia nodded her head. ‘Damn…that does sound familiar!’ she thought as she reached up to tenderly kiss his lips. “I'll be here when I'm better, I promise.” She pulled her cutie mark badge off of her shirt, tearing it all the more and passed it to him.

“Είσαι ο ήλιος γιατί είμαι το φεγγάρι. Θα δούμε ποιος εκλείπει ποιος.” Moonsilver smiled as he took the offered patch and, when they heard the ‘whup, whup, whup’ of the helicopter approaching he chanced a last kiss before disappearing back into the forest leaving Rehanos who was now perched on a branch watching her.

Celestia didn’t stop looking at the spot in the trees where he had vanished. She fancied she could still see his eyes, but she was sure that wasn’t him. “I love you…” she breathed, though immediately she felt a little silly as there was just her and the snake eagle in the gully. “You're keeping me company, huh?” she muttered ruefully.

Mere seconds later and the bright yellow rescue helicopter hovered overhead and lowered a man on a rope down to her who spoke into a microphone. “I have the victim and she is conscious.” To Celestia he smiled a practised reassuring smile. “You said your leg and foot were broken. Any other injuries?”

“Dislocated left arm, but I ah, popped it back in, like I ah, set my leg there.” Celestia blushed as she spoke. She was sure the rescue guy could smell the garbage coming from her mouth.

Carefully, he inspected the bandage wrapped around his patient’s lower left leg. “Okay, how long have you been here?” he asked as he heaved the rock aside in order to free her trapped foot before addressing his radio. “Send down the stretcher.”

“I'm not sure, um, overnight at least,” Celestia replied, more honestly this time. “I kinda passed out.”

“I'm Tracker,” the rescue operative shook her hand in greeting. “You're one tough cookie. I'm going to put an air splint on your leg and then move you to a bac board. After that it’s into the stretcher and up to the chopper. You good with that?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Tracker.” Celestia shook his hand graciously before a thought occurred to her. “Can I quickly call my sister while you work?”

“Your dime, Miss.” With that, he got busy setting up the air splint around his patient’s leg which he began to inflate to immobilise her leg and foot.

“Hmm,” Celestia almost purred. If she had to pick a feeling, she’d have said nice and snuggly. Well, compared to the hard rocky forest floor. Smiling, she dialled her sister’s cell phone.

Luna answered her phone on the third ring. “Hello?”

Celestia breathed a sigh of relief that her sister had answered, though if she was honest she wasn’t looking forward to the call. “Lulu, it's me. I've had a bit of an accident,” ‘here it comes’, she thought, ‘I told you so…’

“What?” Luna took a second to look at her cell phone’s screen to check the caller ID. “Celly, this isn't your number. Where are you calling from?”

“The satellite phone I bought from Guide Rope's store,” Celestia answered quickly. She wanted to add, ‘the one you laughed at back at our house’, but she abstained. “My cell was smashed when I fell.”

“Oh, I see, accident, did a bear shit on...” Luna began a well-rehearsed tease at her sister’s epic failing at being outdoorsy in any way, until she heard the word ‘fell’. Straightaway her attitude changed. “Wait, fell? Are you hurt? Do I need to come out and get you?”

Celestia rolled her eyes in frustration. “Ha de ha. I fell twenty feet. I broke my foot and my leg, dislocated my arm. I'm being rescued as we speak.”

“Idiot!” Luna exclaimed before sighing deeply. “They’re taking you to Canterlot General?”

Celestia looked at Tracker and when he nodded she said, “Yes, they are, thank you, sister.”

“Okay, I'll see you there.” Luna’s voice was terse. “You need me to bring anything?”

Celestia knew just what she needed. “If you could arrange to have my car collected, I'd very much appreciate it.”

Luna couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “I'll get the keys from you at the hospital, and then Leelee and I can fetch your 'adventure wagon' later tonight when she comes over.” She giggled, she did so love insulting her sister’s ancient car. “Did you park in the main lot?”

“Yes, Lulu, thank you!” Celestia snapped down the phone. She’d had just enough of her sister ridiculing her car. “Of course I parked in the lot.”

“Just wanted to be sure you weren't pretending to be Daring Do and hide it under some branches.” Some of the humour had gone from Luna’s voice though following what was a rare outburst from her sister. “Since your jaw is working fine, I'll bring you something sweet at the hospital. Non-exploding this time.”

Celestia immediately regretted what she’d done. “Lulu, I'm sorry for snapping. My leg hurts, as does what pride I had left.”

Luna managed a giggle, happy her sister had apologised to her. Not that she didn’t sympathise or anything. “I’ll save my ‘told you so’s’ for later dear sister. I'm just glad you're safe.”

“As am I.” Celestia breathed a relieved sigh. The last thing she wanted to do was fight with her sister. “I need to go, I'll see you later at the hospital.”

When Luna disconnected, the noise of the hovering helicopter grew louder as it lowered down the stretcher. “Okay,” Tracker announced, “I have to move you, so fair warning.” Despite having to be moved, the pain in her leg was considerably lessened with the addition of the air cast around it. In short order Tracker had slid her onto the backboard and then, onto the waiting stretcher.

“Mr. Tracker,” Celestia whimpered as she looked up at the helicopter overhead, “I hate heights.”

Tracker tried very hard not to smile at that. Tracker failed miserably. “I recommend you close your eyes and think of it as a hammock, then, Ma’am.” He sniggered as Celestia was hoisted up and secured on the rescue helicopter’s floor. Next, when Tracker was hoisted up and back on board, he noticed the black-chested snake eagle in the air beside the chopper. At first he thought it odd as the noise usually scared wildlife away.

However, thoughts of the eagle, and why it was following their flight path exactly, were pretty far from his mind as he attended his patient on the way to the hospital.

~ ~ ~

“Tw-Twilight?” Celestia gaped, her mouth hanging open and her eyes the size of dinner plates.

“You wish.” Hovering into view, floating a few inches above the rough broken ground, Midnight Sparkle smiled the smile of a snake teasing a cornered rodent.

Celestia didn’t want to accept this. First Sunset Shimmer back in her demon form and now this, her newest student had apparently, if her senses were to be believed, given in to her personal demon as well. “M-Mi-Midnight!”

“Bingo!”

As Midnight Sparkle hovered closer and closer, Celestia renewed her efforts to escape, blood flowing freely from the thorns piercing her white flesh. “N-No!” She was on the verge of a very big freak out. All her demons from the past year were haunting her here and now, in a place she had long considered safe. “Please! Let me go! Leave me alone!”

“Shh…” Midnight Sparkle lit her twisted horn and two more vines exploded from the earth to wrap themselves like steel cables around her wrists. The thorns there, while shorter were no less sharp and they immediately dug into her wrists, crimson liquid trickling down her hands.

“Twilight, please! Let me go! Pleeeeease!” Celestia, in a panic, writhed in a futile attempt to get away. This of course just made the vines tighten their grip.

“It’s. Midnight. Sparkle.” the she-demon didn’t raise her voice. She did however keep her horn lit. She punctuated each word with a new vine. The first wove its way down from an overhead tree branch and wrapped around the struggling captive’s slender neck. The second came down with the first and wrapped itself around Celestia’s head like a spiked thorny gag, the thorns silencing her as they bit into her tongue.

“There. That’s better. Now we can talk, hmm?” Midnight Sparkle seemed very pleased with her efforts. She looked on approvingly as blood now seeped from her prisoner’s neck and the corners of her mouth. “Hmm, much better.” she hovered to within a few inches of Celestia’s face, her fingers stroking seductively down the principal’s face and to her shoulder.

“MmmMMPH! MMMM! UuuuUUUNAAAAAAA!” Celestia, in spite of her bonds, struggled until the vines grew so tight around her they threatened to choke her and cut her tongue in half. Blood mixed with drool to coat her chest.

“Hush.” Midnight Sparkle commanded and, just like that, silence fell on them both. “I’d hate to have to put out your eyes. I can do that. Would you like that?”

Very carefully and slowly, Celestia shook her head.

“Good.” Midnight smiled as again she almost tenderly caressed her captive’s face. “After all, the others aren’t here yet. They’d hate to miss the show.”

‘Others?’ Celestia thought, her chest heaving as she tasted her own blood in her mouth. ‘What others? What’s going on here?’

Again, Celestia’s unspoken question was answered. Again, she didn’t like the answer. Not in the slightest. Flying through the air towards her were three Equestrian mer-creatures that made Celestia weep in sheer terror. She wanted to scream as the Sirens flew closer but thanks to Midnight Sparkle’s vines, no sound escaped her but for a guttural groan. Coming up on the other side was a maniacally grinning Sunset Shimmer.

In the circumstances, Celestia thought her body’s reaction to piss itself was entirely justified. Midnight and Sunset just laughed at this humiliating display, while the Sirens landed and Adagio Dazzle began to sing. ‘How?’ Celestia thought as her own hot pee turned the ground muddy around her feet. ‘How can they sing? They were beaten! They were all beaten!’

“Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
You didn't know that you fell.
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
Now that you're under our spell.”

Adagio Dazzle sang as she swayed ever closer to the bound Celestia who had at this point given up any and all attempts at getting free. Already, little tendrils of ethereal green energy were snaking their way from the lead Siren’s pendant over the floor to Celestia’s bleeding feet.

“Oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Captured in the web of my song.
Oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Soon you'll be singing along.”

Try as she might, Celestia just couldn’t not listen. She was as powerless to resist the deadly-sweet, soothing song, now, as she had been back at the Musical Showcase. Her eyes, which had been wide with fear and terror, glowed a dull green and became unfocused. Her limbs went slack at her sides. Completely unnoticed by Celestia, the six vines that had been holding her captive released their hold, retreating to the ground and the tree from whence they came.

Celestia didn’t move. She didn’t make any attempt to get away. She was completely enthralled by the hypnotic song that Adagio Dazzle was singing. The exact same song she had sung all those months ago.

"Aw...poor little principal…” Adagio purred as Aria and Sonata behind her both picked up the song and continued to sing. Adagio ran her hoof along Celestia’s still-bleeding jaw. “You use clothing like armour against the world yet here you are, naked, exposed, vulnerable and ashamed…”

“Y-Yes Adagio.” Celestia’s voice was thick and slurred, as if drugged. She swayed on the spot in time with the Siren’s sinuous movements.

Smirking at just how easily her prey had been captured and ensnared, Adagio continued, “Running away from all your problems, hiding in your house, hiding behind your sister, hiding from the world…you’re weak, Celestia, a weak and tired old woman…”

“Yes, Adagio.” Celestia wanted to protest this, but she found she couldn’t. The thought died on its journey from her brain to her mouth. Instead she just agreed, because she knew it was true.

“You fear the loss of control so much,” Adagio purred in Celestia’s ear, licking her lobe. “You have such a fear of failure that you can barely keep hold of your sanity, let alone your school.” Aria and Sonata changed the tempo of the song they were singing and, under its insidious influence, the principal turned around to face the cliff top of Lookout Point.

With Adagio Dazzle’s hypnotic influence in her head, Celestia was about to perform the by now very familiar running jump off of Lookout Point to meet the pointy boulders below when an unexpected sight stopped her dead in her tracks. Naked and bleeding, she swayed on her feet. “What...M-Moonsilver?” she asked uncertainly as she took slow hesitant steps towards the centaur in her way.

“Do you wish to die?” Moonsilver asked her plainly, his voice as calm as ever like he was discussing the weather. “If you do, I will let you pass.”

When the quintet of demons and sirens saw their prey hesitate, the siren song intensified in an attempt to fulfil the outcome of the dream. It worked momentarily as Celestia took a slow step forward towards the edge. “Please…” she begged when the singing got louder, more insistent, and the naked woman shook with the effort of trying not to move. “I want...I want to live! I want you! I need you but...I can't...these demons are too strong!” she let out a pitiful whimper as she reached for the pale grey centaur’s arms. “Please, help me…”

Looking past the human that interested him so, Moonsilver saw five caricatures of Celestia, though each had different hair and two had wings. Nodding, he understood their meaning at once thanks to Hypnos’s training with the opal stone. “Yes, that is the most difficult type of demon to overcome.” Gently, lovingly almost, he placed a strong hand on the woman’s shoulder and turned her around. “Face your inner demon.”

Celestia looked, but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She didn't know it, but it was the contact of the centaur and his dream stone that was cutting through her illusion, allowing her to see the truth of the demons that had been hounding her for so long. “B-But...th-they're...they're m-me! They weren't me before! Sunset, the Sirens, Midnight, wh-where did they go?”

Moonsilver looked at the array of creatures before him, all slightly different and twisted versions of the sobbing human he held in his firm grasp. “Which one was Sunset?” he asked kindly but firmly.

“Sunset Shimmer,” Celestia pointed a shaking finger to the version of her that was the deep red skinned demon with the leathery wings and the green fireballs dancing at her hands. “A student at my school. She's from another world. She wanted to use the school as a brainwashed army. I failed her. I didn't see how bitter and alone she was. It ate at her. I should be there for all my students.”

“So, you do see the demon that is you.” Moonsilver said, his voice as a balm to the troubled woman. “Your actions has caused this one to seek revenge. Would the real one truly want revenge for what you did?”

“No, not now. She's changed. Reformed.” Celestia stated as assuredly as she could before moving onto the trio of sirens that looked like twisted parodies of her. “Sirens, also from Equestria. They wanted to steal the magic at the school, corrupt it and use it to make the world adore them.” Celestia sighed a very deep sigh as Moonsilver gently massaged her shoulders with his spade like hands. “They brainwashed us again. I should have been able to stop them, do something, instead I was their puppet.”

Moonsilver understood what was truly troubling this woman. She was being forced to give up her control completely. He understood she felt useless, surplus to requirements. No longer needed. Not only did these events happen in her school, but others had been responsible for putting it right.

He resolved to help her see her worth and value and give her that control back she needed. She just needed to see it. “You berate yourself for your inaction. Yet, if they did brainwash you, what action could you have taken? Do they to wish to destroy you now for being their pawn then?”

“They can't,” Celestia said as she shook her head, “they can't hurt anyone now. They were stopped.” She couldn't keep the bitter resentment from her voice when she remembered how yet again the school was saved by the Rainbooms. She pointed out Midnight last of all. “Midnight Sparkle. Her name's actually Twilight. A scared, bullied, little girl with more power than she could handle. It turned her into that.”

“I failed her.” It hurt Celestia so very much to admit that, like the floor had fallen from her pudgy pot belly. “She wasn't my student but I should've seen the signs.” Celestia sniffed back a tear, “she was stopped, she was saved, just like the others. Not by me though. I was powerless.”

‘And, there we have the crux of the problem. You were powerless,’ Moonsilver thought to himself with a wry grin now that he knew the true, beautiful soul of this human called Celestia. “Are you master of the universe?”

“No. I'm just a tired old woman…”

“Looking at them,” Moonsilver said calmly without any accusation in his voice, “I'd say you're not even the master of yourself. Do you want a master?”

As soon as the question had left his lips, Celestia turned to face the taller centaur. She spun so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “Yes, yes I do!” Overwhelmed that he'd asked her what she really wanted to hear, she hugged as far up his upper body she could reach. “I need you, Moonsilver!”

‘Just as I think I need you, Celestia,’ Moonsilver thought, though his grim smile gave away none of these thoughts. “Why would I want a tired old woman?” he asked instead, determined to make her see herself better.

“Because I interest you, remember?” There was a pleading desperation to her voice as she hugged him all the tighter. “I don't want to be like this anymore! I don't want these dreams. I want to be free, I want to be with you.”

“Good!” Moonsilver laughed out loud, “you might do, but a tired old woman would not.” Without warning, he placed his strong calloused hands at Celestia’s sides and, with them under her arms he easily lifted her bodily off of the ground. As if she weighed nothing at all, he turned around, holding her tightly just at the edge of Lookout Point.

“Oh!” Celestia squealed, absolutely terrified of how close they were to the edge of the drop that was hundreds of feet below her. “W-Whoa!” Desperately she clutched at his broad muscular shoulders for dear life, her bare feet dangling in mid-air. This was not where she wanted to be. Not at all.

Pulling her close to him, Moonsilver stole a very passionate kiss of his future soon-to-be submissive’s lips. “There is one more thing you can do for me,” he said with a smile as he broke the lingering kiss, leaving a strand of saliva between them.

“A-Anything!” Celestia panted, her breast heaving with such a longing desire as she had never known before.

“Wake up!” he commanded as he tossed her over the edge of the sheer cliff as easily as one would throw a bean bag.

~ ~ ~

Principal Celestia opened her eyes. After two blinks she realised she wasn’t falling. Three blinks and she noted she wasn’t headed at terminal velocity towards some very, very pointy boulders. Four blinks and she saw the room was sterile white all over, walls, ceiling, everything was white. ‘Bed,’ she thought after five blinks. ‘I’m in a bed. Not the grassy floor of a rocky gully.’ A cursory glance around and she reasoned it was a hospital bed.

“At last!” Vice Principal Luna clapped her hands when she saw her sister finally awake from the after effects of the anaesthetic and the surgery on her badly broken left leg and foot. “It’s nice, for once, to have you wake up and not have to hear screaming.”

“Oh ha, ha!” Celestia heaved herself to a half sitting, half lying down position and, as she tried to grouse at her sister little bit, that was when she saw Cheerilee – thankfully clothed – sitting on the floor by her sister’s chair. “It's nice to see you two too.”

“We managed to get your antique from the park back to the garage.” Luna supplied as she lovingly stroked Cheerilee’s hair. She knew full well sooner or later her sister would fret about her olds-mobile.

Celestia frowned at that. “Can't you be nice for once about my Rosie?”

Luna giggled, her hand caressing her girlfriend’s tight ponytail in that way she knew she liked that made her nipples harden and show through her flowery white shirt. “I thought that was nice,” she replied offhandedly, “I have called it worse in the past, you know. Gloriosa feels terrible about your accident, but I let her know she wasn't at fault.” At that the midnight blue skinned woman looked directly at her older sister’s eyes. “She wasn't, right?”

Pouting playfully, for Luna had indeed called her beige station wagon far worse in the past. “No Lulu, of course she wasn't. I told you, I was hiking far off the trail, you know, up along the ridge that runs under the Old Stone Bridge? Well, I thought I saw 'something' in the corner of my eye, I turned to see what, misplaced my step and fell.”

“Okay,” Luna said after Cheerilee leaned up and whispered something in her ear. “Unmarked trails are on you. Still, I'm glad you're safe.” She smiled. “Leelee does have a good point. Any vehicle over twenty years old is by definition an antique.” Giggling, she stuck her tongue out at her bed-bound sister – she could see the cast on her leg bulging under the bedsheets – before looking down at her girlfriend and pet. She nodded her approval.

Standing from her place on the floor, Cheerilee produced, on a disposable plate covered in cling wrap, a wonderful looking slice of triple chocolate fudge cake along with a get well soon card. “I made this for you,” she said with a proud smile as she carefully walked over and placed it on the nightstand by the bed. “Nurse approved.”

“C'mon sister,” Celestia said with a roll of her eyes. “We've hiked that path enough times to know it by now...” she trailed off to awed silence when she saw the slice of patented heaven in Cheerilee’s hands. Her mouth began watering almost the instant she removed it from the nightstand and peeled back the cling wrap for a tentative sniff. Recent events were still prevalent in her mind. “Promise it won't explode?”

Taking her spot back on the floor by her Mistress’s chair, Cheerilee giggled, however it was Luna who answered. “Promise.”

Celestia took the opportunity to savour several long, deep sniffs of the chocolate cake. At this point it was almost like foreplay to her. Only one thing could make this better – well, besides not being in hospital at all – and that was tea. “Lulu,” she started in that tentative manner that just screamed she wanted something. “Would you be a dear and get me a cup of tea from the cafeteria?”

Her sister’s request was met with an immediate eye roll. “Leelee, get a tea ple…”

“Please, Lulu,” Celestia interrupted her sister before she could give Cheerilee the order, “you know just how I like it.”

Luna harrumphed. “Leelee is perfectly capable of getting it.”

“But it tastes better when you make it with love!” Celestia practically begged.

Again, Luna rolled her eyes. “Just how hard did you hit your head?”

Finally, Celestia utilised and deployed her most devastating puppy dog eye attack. “Pleeeeeeease?”

“Fine!” Luna shoved herself to her feet, smoothing out her mauve shirt down over her stonewashed blue jeans. “Leelee, you have my permission to pester Celly while I’m gone.” With that, and another shake of her head, the thirty-eight year old woman left the room.

Celestia watched her sister depart her hospital room with a relieved smile. As it happened, she wanted more than a cup of tea. In light of her recent experiences with Moonsilver, both in dreams and in reality, she knew she needed a more experienced point of view on the subject; one that wouldn’t judge her. Once the door had been closed for a good thirty seconds, she asked, “Now Luna’s gone, I have something serious to discuss with you, Cheerilee.”

“Serious?” Cheerilee’s ears all but perked up. “I can do serious. May I sit in the chair?”

Celestia nodded, wondering why she was asking her. She wasn’t her Dom. “Of course you can dear,” she replied as she slowly took a bite of her cake. Another time and she’d have devoted at least five minutes of brain time to the sheer enjoyment of eating the chocolate.

As she sat in the chair, smoothing out her midnight blue skirt – that barely reached her knees – Cheerilee whispered; “Boom…”

Instinctively, Celestia flinched, though she relaxed into a fit of giggles when Cheerilee did the same. Presently she let out a sigh. “Cheerilee,” she opened cautiously, “we've been colleagues a long time, before you got with my sister...” she went quiet for a moment and looked down at the cake as though the answers would be hidden inside.

After all, chocolate did solve many problems. “I’m sorry, I don't quite know how to phrase this.” She felt silly but, if she was going to be a good and proper pet for her centaur, she needed advice.

Cheerilee couldn’t contain the sly grin that spread over her face. “I can share.”

Caught unawares, Celestia blushed intently. “Cheerilee!” she spluttered, “it's nothing like that! I um...I ah...well I ah...” she flustered, quite put off her stroke. “I just um, wanted to know that's all...why?”

“Why?” Cheerilee cocked her head deep in thought. “I think that is a child’s question. Why are you in that bed?” she asked, putting a finger to her chin, “Whys like that are easy to answer. Do you want to know why I like girls? Why I like being a pet? Why I put up with elementary children all day? Or maybe, why I'm even here beside you bed?”

Celestia studied her cake very hard indeed. It was easier than meeting the younger woman’s gaze, at least. “The p-pet one. I see you crawling around our house, obeying Lulu's every whim…” her blush deepened at that. “I've h-heard what you get up to in that 'play room' of yours, it sounds like she's beating you.”

“Beating isn't the right word,” Cheerilee corrected her gently. Many, many people had this misconception, and Cheerilee was accustomed by now with dealing with it. “Spanking is, and some other forms of punishment when I'm a bad pet, and I can be very bad.” She grinned proudly. “I'm in charge of a classroom and I have to be the adult for so many. To be able to let go of responsibility and let another take control is very freeing. Celly, do you feel confined by your job? Is that why you’re having the nightmares?”

For a moment, Celestia hesitated, before finally nodding. Cheerilee had it pretty much spot on. “I feel it's all my fault. Principals are supposed to look after the students. If I had noticed Sunset sooner, reached out to her...” she shook her head. She had to stay on topic before Luna came back. “You say it's freeing, how? How exactly? What does it feel like?”

Cheerilee laughed. She held up her hand to stay Celestia’s outraged look. “Welcome to the discovery that you're not God.” She giggled, and thankfully so did the patient. “Free of having to be the one that resolves the issue. Free of being the example others look to. I give up control to Lulu so that I can bend to her will. A will I want to bend to, but in truth I'm the one in charge. I say a word and it is over. I'm Cheerilee and she is Luna. I try not to say that word. It helps that I find endorphins to be a natural high. I really have no shame so I can play this in front of you. I have limits. I don't want my students to see me like you see me some of the time.”

“Well, ah, no, I can see why you wouldn't want that.” Celestia agreed, then she thought on that for a moment longer. “Cheerilee...suppose, just, suppose, I... I mean, someone I know, had the opportunity to be in a similar relationship to yourself and Luna, what would you say?” she asked, though she quietly ate a bit more of her cake, wondering if she'd done the right thing in saying anything at all.

“I'm just an elementary teacher.” Cheerilee said with a smile, her hands toying with her ponytail. “You and your sister are high up in the administration. Still I'm observant when we have those staff functions. You've always had your eyes on men, and Lulu on women. One day I was brave enough to talk to Luna, and well here we are. As to our relationship; If you want that, it’s fine, if he wants that then you need to walk away.”

When she saw the look of confusion cross Celestia’s face, Cheerilee quickly elaborated. “Luna didn't ask me to be her pet, I asked her to be my Mistress. I'm in control because I have a safe word. Um, you do know what that is, right?”

Celestia nodded her head. While admittedly she didn’t know much, that she did know. “I'm familiar with the term, yours is Daffodils. It's...there's a male,” she corrected herself, “a g-gentleman, I've met…”

Cheerilee wasn’t ready for that. First of all she wondered exactly when Celestia had the time to find anyone when she spent a good majority of it at the school or in her room. Second, she wondered if Luna knew about this. “I'm happy you've found enough self-confidence to do that.” she said at last. “So, this relationship, like mine and Lulu's, is your own idea?”

Again, Celestia nodded. “I've ah, I’ve had a dream, about it, and ah, he has offered to make the dream happen.” Now however, when she said it out loud like that, it sounded awfully childish. “I believe I'd like that.”

“Okay,” Cheerilee said slowly. She did think this was a little sudden, out of nowhere, but Celestia had trusted her with this, so she wasn’t about to judge and criticise her. “You need to know that I'm not always Luna's pet. I will always be subservient to her, but that is how I want our relationship to work. I'm only her pet in private.” She waved a hand at Celestia. “Present company being part of our private life. I will tell her everything you tell me, so don't think you are speaking in confidence.”

“Oh I know that,” Celestia replied quickly, “I just wanted to talk to you, pet to ah, future pet, as it were. Without Lulu judging. Yet. I know you'll tell her and that's fine.”

“Good, first thing, never be afraid to use your safe word. Never.” Cheerilee couldn’t express that enough.

Celestia nodded in rapt attention, her cake, for the moment, forgotten. “I need to think of one.”

“It has to be something not in everyday conversation, but easy to remember and say,” Cheerilee explained carefully. She couldn’t possibly over emphasise enough the import of this most vital of steps.

“I understand.” Celestia already had one in mind. “Um, I suppose it must sound foolish, but what does a pet do? What's expected of me, I mean?” Again, she had that rising feeling in her gut that said she was being silly. “I'm sorry, I'm not articulating this very well, am I?”

Cheerilee saw the obvious signs of self-doubt begin to cloud Celestia’s face. She’d seen this so many times recently and, to counter it, she gently squeezed her hand. “No, it is a reasonable question, but not one I can really answer for you. It is a partnership between two, and therefore different for any couple. It is something you work out together to form boundaries. You saw me sitting on the floor when you woke up. Lulu doesn't like me on the furniture when I'm a pet.”

“And, similarly wearing or not, of clothes and sitting on the cushion at home?” Celestia asked, very grateful of the fuchsia hand squeezing her white one.

Cheerilee giggled, “I'm just glad neither of you are ‘AC-on-full people’. You comfortable enough to run around in just your skin?” as soon as she asked that, Celestia almost dropped the plate and she studied the bedsheets, Cheerilee thought she heard her mumble something but she couldn’t make it out. Instead, she touched a spot on her neck just below the midnight blue collar she wore. “Then there is this. A mark of ownership, but not something you'd buy at the pet store. It doesn't look like a collar at all, but a fashion accessory. I can always wear this and no one says a thing. I don't, of course, I do have other jewellery, but this has real value to me.”

Celestia looked up from the bedsheets, actual fear in her eyes. “Should I get one?”

Cheerilee smiled in an attempt to dispel the fear she saw. She didn’t like that, not one bit. “Again, that’s something you need to talk about with your gentleman friend. Luna got me this from one of the students at your school. I rather like it as it matches her, but it’s in a style I'd wear anyway.”

Celestia mumbled something about Rarity and her designs before a look of pure horror came over her. “What if he...he'll see me...oh lord I hadn't thought of that!”

“Thought of what?” Cheerilee asked, misunderstanding her boss’s reaction. “You do use protection, right?”

Shifting uncomfortably on the bed, for she was reminded very much of her dream where her Master’s cum literally splashed out of her and formed a large puddle, Celestia answered; “We haven't 'done' anything really, yet, beyond a kiss and a...a...g-grope, he hasn't 'seen' me, properly.”

Cheerilee shook her head. She was well aware from Luna of Celestia’s personal demons regarding her body and how it looked. Sure, things had sagged a little here and there, but the older woman was still, in her opinion, a bit of a hottie. “I've seen you out of that bathrobe, and you do tend to sleep naked. Put those boobies to use I say!” she giggled. “Or is he a butt guy? I think butt guys are weird, no offense.”

Celestia was put in mind of how Moonsilver had wasted no time whatsoever in groping her breasts as she lay immobile on her back. “I ah, believe he's a breast ce-person. It's just...ugh, you and Lulu, you have the bodies for such carry on, like mirrored ceilings and things.”

Cheerilee’s giggle became a full on belly laugh. “Mirrors aren't about our bodies, but to see what we are doing with each other from every angle.” She leaned forward conspiratorially, like she was divulging a well-kept secret. “You may know this by now but my fetish is feet. I love the shape, to touch them, to play with the toes. To feel them on me. Lulu does indulge me on that. So Celly, what is your kink?” she asked, though before she could answer, she gave her guess. “I always pictured you in a short skirt schoolgirl outfit with no underwear. Always worried about who might get a peek, but always putting yourself in a spot where you'd have to give them that peek chance.”

Celestia, about to answer, erupted in a blush as red as can be. “When I was younger I was into exhibitionism.” It felt strange to be admitting that as brazenly as she was, “I liked doing anything in public where I might be seen. I wanted to be seen. Sometimes I wear toys to school and pretend I've been commanded to act naturally throughout the day while they do what they do inside me.”

“Risky.” Cheerilee smiled. She had to admit, she liked it. She now made a mental note to tease her about it when they were back at school after the summer vacation. “Pet time is giving up control while still being in charge. How kinky is your boyfriend? Make sure you talk about any off limit things before you start to play.”

At that, Celestia thought about Moonsilver and the strong and aggressively confident way he had tested her in the forest. She couldn’t help but get all hot and bothered. “I think he's just what I need, thank you, for talking with me on this, Cheerilee. I appreciate it.”

“If you get in too deep use your word!” Cheerilee stated once more. There wasn’t a way she could overstate the importance of the safe word. If nothing else, she hoped she had covered that enough here. “You can always call me and not wait ‘till it’s when I'm over with Lulu.”

Celestia was very grateful for that offer. “I know, I have your numbers, Cheerilee.” She smiled warmly. “Thank you…”

She was about to say something further when the white door to her clean white hospital room opened and, before Luna could enter with the doctor beside her, Cheerilee quickly hopped off of the chair back to her position on the floor. “Celly has a boyfriend!” she called out as Luna set the hot tea on the nightstand and the doctor checked Celestia’s notes.

Celestia rolled her eyes, though secretly she was impressed with how fast Cheerilee had got back on the floor. “Thank you, for that, Leelee.” She smiled pleasantly at her sister. “At last, my tea. I thought you went to Manehatten for it.”

“No, Crystal Empire.” Luna snapped off her reply, though she gave her pet a questioning look. One Cheerilee looked away guiltily. As she suspected, she had used the chair. “Their tea is better than Manehatten.”

“Then I'll let you off.” Celestia said quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. She wanted to avoid any awkward questions. “Good evening, doctor.”

Luna paused. She was half way through formulating Cheerilee’s punishment for using the chair when her words sunk in. ‘Boyfriend? Celly? What the what, now?’ this was too perfect to ignore. “Wait, who is this boyfriend?”

“He's...a gentleman, sister.” Celestia blushed as she took her tea. It wasn’t jasmine, but one couldn’t have everything.

“I only have so many ‘told you so’ statements.” Luna smiled sweetly, so there was a boyfriend? She looked forward to wheedling the details from her pet later. “Anything I need to know Doctor?”

The doctor, a tall willowy specimen with a beard as long as his arm, who looked like he’d blow over in a stiff breeze, spoke up. “That’s up to Celestia.”

“It's alright Lulu, you don't have to hold my hand, though I thank you for holding the ‘I told you so's’.”

“Love you too sis.” Luna inclined her head to her older sister. She recognised the dismissal in her tone when she heard it. “If the doctor gives you some special instructions for when you get home, I do hope you'll share them.” She patted her thigh when she stood up. “Come Leelee, My sister is trying to adult.” Obediently, Cheerilee stood up and, with her hands behind her back, moved out alongside Luna towards the door.

When they had both taken their leave, and the door had closed, the doctor adjusted his long white coat and sat in the chair beside the bed. “Okay, I’m Doctor Bonemeal,” he greeted his patient with a humourless smile. “Celestia, you're in pretty good shape for what has happened to you. It is a remarkable thing you did setting it. The cast will be on your leg for two months, and then a soft cast for another month. After that, two months of physical therapy.”

“That long, doctor?” Celestia couldn’t help but look wistfully towards the second floor window and onto the smudge that was the distant forest. Moonsilver was in that forest. She belonged with him.

“Time is all the healing you need now.” Bonemeal said, “I have a prescription for some pain meds, but try to avoid them if you can. They are non-addictive, but you can still grow dependent on them.”

Celestia thought of the gems stowed safely in the top of her cast – specifically the painkilling aconite that Moonsilver had given her - and she smiled. “Thank you, doctor. How soon will I be able to get about, go home, do shopping and ah, other things?”

“We are keeping you over night to make sure there is no infection, then you can leave in the morning.”

Celestia’s smile widened. “Thank you, I appreciate everything you've done for me, doctor Bonemeal.”

“You've done remarkably well for what has happened to you.” Bonemeal replied, and in truth, she had. Had the break been more severe than it was, she could easily have lost it altogether. “Sleep well. We'll do some blood work in the morning and if that is good you'll be free to go.”

“Just lucky I guess,” Celestia replied as she quickly swallowed the rest of her tea. ‘Yes…very lucky indeed…’ she thought. She hated to think the state she’d have been in by now were it not for Moonsilver’s timely arrival “So, is there anything special I'll need when I get home?”

“Balance your resting of your leg time and your active time.” The doctor advised. “You do want to move around for blood flow.”

“I understand Doctor.” She smiled, grateful for well, everything, really. “Again, thank you.” She paused to let out a let out a rather large yawn which wasn’t all that surprising as the sun was setting. “Oh, I am sorry.”

“Rest well, Celestia, and you'll find the soft cast easy to move in when school starts back up.”

Celestia pouted playfully at that. “Huh, no getting out of that, then?” she asked rhetorically before she had a thought. “And, ah, how long before I can go back to the forest?”

Bonemeal laughed at the hopeful look on his patient’s face. “Want to go back and kick the rock? I wouldn't recommend that. You will find it hard to get around off any real path with the hard cast and crutches. With the soft cast on it will be a lot easier.”

“No,” Celestia laughed, “I don't hold a grudge against the rock, I'm just really keen to get back on the horse, if you will.”

“Actually if you go horseback riding that would be good for you.”

Celestia’s eyes lit up, especially when she thought of riding Moonsilver. “Really, how so?”

“It is good way to get out in the sun,” Bonemeal explained, “And also to keep weight off the leg. It is a bit tricky to ride with a cast, but not that difficult.”

“So...” Celestia weighed her options in her head. “I can go in the woods with my crutches, but best to wait ‘till I have the soft cast?”

“Yes ma'am.” When Celestia thanked him, for what must’ve been the fifth time, she let out another, larger yawn and he stood up to leave her to her rest. ‘Just another Tuesday,’ he thought to himself as his patient’s eyes drooped and she succumbed to sleep. Very carefully he flipped off the lights and closed the room’s door. “Rest well, principal.”