Moonsilver had many conflicting thoughts running through his head as he picked his way effortlessly through the trees of the Everfree Forest. His hoof-steps made no sound and he didn’t disturb any of the brackens and ferns he passed through thanks to his air stone. All of his people carried them, but hunters especially prized the magical stones. He shifted his short bow and his quiver to get past a narrow gap in the trees that lead to the main camp.

The pale grey centaur paused and leant against a large oak tree that marked the camp’s outer boundary. So many things were running through his mind; why could the human see him? What was wrong with his stone? Why hadn’t she freaked out at the sight of him? What did a failing air stone mean for his tribe? Why did he care so much about her? Why did she interest him so?

Moonsilver sighed. ‘So many questions,’ he thought to himself, ‘so few answers…’ so lost in his thoughts was he that he almost missed his little sister creeping up on him. He smiled, picking up her scent while she was still a good few feet away. Apprentice hunter she may be, but Dawnglow still had a lot to learn about stealth. “Good day, little sister,” he said with a wry grin.

“Aw!” Dawnglow, a twenty year old burnt orange centaur with a bright yellow mane and tail, pouted playfully behind her brother, her hand mere inches from goosing his white tail. ‘So close! I was so close! He didn’t even turn around!’ Next time, she’d have him. Instead, she walked around to face him. “Father’s in a bad mood.”

This didn’t surprise Moonsilver much. Since their mother’s passing to the Great Forest, their father was almost always in a mood of some sort. “Really, and what has father in such a mood?” he asked, though he had a very good hunch as to what it might be. A human shaped hunch.

Dawnglow didn’t answer right away. She walked with him on his right as they made their way back towards their dwelling tree. “C'mon, Silvy, you well know what.” She got straight to the point. He knows about the human.

“Really?” he said again as he paused by a much smaller tree, a marker of sorts that let people know they were close to the dwelling trees. “Let's pretend I'm as stupid as you think I am. How would he know about a human?"

Dawnglow looked very guilty indeed. She had that look on her face that she had when she’d been caught in wrongdoing. “You didn't come back from your hunt. You've been gone all night…” she trailed off to silence. She hadn’t even been looking for her brother, she’d been looking for a good place to be ‘ill’. “I sent my kestrel to find you. Sorry. I was worried.”

Moonsilver gave his sister a surprised look. All hunters were paired with animals. He had Rehanos, Dawnglow had her kestrel. “Wait, your kestrel told dad?"

“Well...no, not exactly.” Dawnglow blushed, her burnt orange cheeks turning bright red as she looked down at the ground. Nervously, her forehooves pawed at the grass underneath her. “Father heard me talking with Celath, and you were missed, and he asked, and I tried covering, but he saw straight through me!”

“Of course he did,” Moonsilver sighed, his fingers massaging the bridge of his nose. “And you just had to relay this to Celath because?”

Dawnglow’s blush quickly became a look of indignance. “He was only doing what I asked of him, and I didn't know dad was in the house, I thought he was out with the council members at the Watering Hole."

"Fine,” Moonsilver couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Watering Hole’ was the name of the much frequented drinking tree located rather conveniently by the council tree. ‘Heh…there’s no water consumed in the Watering Hole,’ he thought with a smile. “I understand, little sister. And, your thoughts?"

"I dunno, I mean, what's it like?” Dawnglow shifted uncomfortably under her big brother’s scrutiny. Thankfully as they walked towards their dwelling, nobody else overheard them or bothered them. They did pass a couple of mothers from the earth school with foals on their backs heading off to the growing glades to tend the crops. “Didn't it try and shoot you with its magic firebox?”

Moonsilver’s laugh grew louder, startling one of the foals and that earned them a glare from the mother, “Not all of them carry a firebox. Those that do are just after the same deer we are after.”

"Well,” Dawnglow wasn’t at all convinced, “my friend Applewood says they're dangerous savages, but you obviously don't think so. Why did you stay with it anyway?”

Moonsilver sighed. “Dawnie, if you came across an injured wolf, would you kill it, leave it or help it?”

"You know I'd help it, but still, you know the rules, big brother.”

Again, Moonsilver sighed. “Ah, yes, the rules.” He grinned though when he saw Nightingale sauntering her way down the main thoroughfare of the camp. He had no idea where she was going, but as an air school member responsible for security, she didn’t have to answer to him or anyone else except Ariel. “Maybe it is time to review the rules to see if they still hold value,” he said finally, nudging his sister and pointing out the willowy centaur.

"Silvy, you know you'll get away with it, it's just...you know how dad is since momma joined the Great Forest…” Dawnglow however wasn’t looking at her big brother. Her attention had been taken by Nightingale sauntering her way along like she owned everything she looked at. ‘Damn you, you perfect looking…perfect!’ she seethed quietly as she watched Nightingale saunter on her perfect legs, swaying her perfect ass and showing off her perfect breasts.

She hated her so damn much. Even Applewood said Nightingale was beautiful, and pretty, and perfect! The very thought of it made bile rise in Dawnglow’s belly. Applewood was her girlfriend, her Mistress! Just like that, as she was feeling almost good about herself, she felt inadequate, fat and ugly.

'D-Damn…’ she thought, thankfully though, her brother had left her on the thoroughfare corner and trotted off towards their dwelling tree. She knew what she had to do. Even as the large breakfast that her father had made for her settled in her belly, she turned and snuck off behind a larger cedar tree.

As the burnt orange centaur jammed her fingers down her throat, she couldn’t help but cry. She cried that she wasn’t centaur enough to admit she was gay. She cried that she wasn’t pretty enough. As the vomit left her, she cried for the animals she was dishonouring. She looked at the puddle of spew on the forest floor and just cried.

Moonsilver, who had moved ahead of his little sister, was completely oblivious to her inner self torture. He trotted confidently through the door of the oversized oak tree that was his and his family’s home. “Greetings father.” He inclined his head politely to his sire who, he noted, was reclining in his favourite chair by the cooling crystals. Set to be hot in winter, they were currently sending out wafts of cold air, seeing as it was the height of summer. “My day has been eventful, how was yours?”

"I should say so.” Equinox, a sixty year old centaur just on the verge of middle age, shifted his dark grey body to better get a waft from the cooling crystals. He fixed his son with a piercing gaze that his wife would’ve been proud of. “You're late, Moonsilver. Your hunt should have been over hours ago.”

Moonsilver shuddered internally. He recognised ‘that’ look. Damn mother for teaching it to him. “The game I found took far longer to deal with then I expected,” he replied somewhat vaguely.

"I see.” With those two words, the older centaur reluctantly got up from his recliner and poured two glasses of ice cold water, one for him and one for his son. Offering him one of the glasses, Equinox sat back down to point his golden yellow mane back into the flow of the cooling crystals. “Going to tell me about it?”

Quietly, Moonsilver accepted the glass and took a long, welcome drink, though he chose not to sit. “Of course, I'd be happy to.” Although, before he carried on, he took another sip and readied his explanation. “A human was hiking when she fell from Eagle's Point. I didn't think she would have survived the fall, but she did, although she was very badly injured.”

"And?” Equinox asked simply as he sipped his own water.

Moonsilver shifted uncomfortably under his father’s scrutiny. He knew honesty here was key. “I assessed the damage and set her broken leg. After that, I relieved the pressure on her trapped foot. The healing stone worked well. I had Rehanos retrieve her bag that fell into the stream.” He glossed over the fact that her pack falling into the stream as well as the severe break had been his fault.

Equinox however caught the nuance in his son’s voice. “You gave her your stones?” he asked with a slight sigh. “Son, you know what I'm going to say to you, don’t you?”

"That you wish me well in this contact, that we might strengthen the stones that protect us?” Moonsilver asked, finishing his water.

His bad mood dissipated as he dissolved into laughter at his son’s sheer nerve. He was so much his mother’s son, alright. “You are your mother's colt alright, Moonsilver.” He sipped his own water slowly. “If Solstice were here, she'd say that.” Deep down he knew that to be true; Solstice had been a very…forward thinking centaur.

When Moonsilver shifted for a third time, it had nothing to do with being uncomfortable, at least not with admitting to his dad what he had done. There was a greater issue on his mind. “I had my air stone with me and she still saw me. Either she is stronger than the stone, or the stone has grown weak.”

Equinox was surprised at that. Very surprised indeed. The air stones provided by the air school had never failed them before now. “You think she has magic?” he asked cautiously before nodding, apparently in thought. The council would have to be informed of this development. “So, you're curious about her. How curious are you, son? She could bring more of her kind upon us.”

"I have the curiosity of a foal,” Moonsilver chuckled. “I’m curious enough that I didn't give her one stone, but three. Healing, Language, and Dreams. I know she will return, but I told her before I left, ‘Who would believe her crazy story after she had endured such a fall?’”

Equinox shifted to get the cold air from the cooling crystals on his belly. “You know I can't stop you, Moonsilver, and your mother would've encouraged you. Please, be careful.”

“I will not bring her here without warning first,” Moonsilver stated, somewhat obviously. “Some would react badly if I did so unannounced. And father,” his face darkened a little at what he was about to say next, “I’m a hunter, I'm capable of killing if I must to save our people. Though I'd rather go into exile than do that to her.”

“And I'd rather join the Great Forest than see you exiled,” Equinox replied as he got up from his recliner and placed his hand on his son’s chest. “Follow this. Your mother did, and she would be disappointed if I told you different. Perhaps I might meet the human who has interested you so?”

Moonsilver nodded. “I will call to you when that time comes. For now, I'd rather she knew only me. Humans are far more curious than a foal, and I don't want to tempt her too soon to call in 'experts'.”

Equinox sighed. “I'll trust your judgement in this, son, and I do wish you well in this contact.”

Another concern raised its head just then. “Will you be telling the council of my actions? I think it best you did, lest they find out in a less pleasant way.”

"I will,” Equinox nodded solemnly. “I cannot guarantee their reaction, nor their ruling. But, I'd rather they heard it from me.”

"Better from you than Dawnie,” Moonsilver laughed. “She still trips over her own tongue at the worst of times.”

Equinox joined his son in his good-natured laughter. “Her heart's in the right place."

“I know father, and I love her for that,” Moonsilver chuckled. “I will even make a prediction. Sooner or later she will try her stealth to follow me.

"She's as much her mother as you are.” Equinox smiled as he sat back on his recliner. “You are both past the age to leave camp alone. I fear you are right on this, however.”

"Time will tell if I've done the right thing or brought evil upon us,” Moonsilver stated confidently. “I will say to you I'm confident this will be for our good.”

Equinox nodded, for the moment concerned with adjusting the cooling crystals. “You are young. The world is bigger than this forest. It's natural you want to see it. I will trust your judgement, and then it is in the hands of the council. Do you see yourself with this human?”

Moonsilver couldn’t help but smile when he thought of Celestia. The human had stolen his heart. He knew it, and he knew it was pointless to resist. “I will say she sees herself with me. I think I can return that, but it really depends on her will.”

Equinox had a sly grin plastered all over his muzzle, “You mean I might finally see grandfoals before I pass onto the Great Forest?”

Moonsilver snorted through his nose. “Save your hope for Dawn, as I'm sure I'll not be breading with a human.” Still, the idea did have merit. Far more merit, the more the pale grey centaur thought about it. But, it was too soon for that. “Have you considered a kitten?”

“Son,” Equinox had a very serious look on his face, “you know as well as I do where Dawnie's path leads, and it's not towards stallions.”

"True,” Moonsilver considered that for just a moment. It was after all common knowledge that Dawnglow and Applewood were more than just ‘friends’, or even ‘best friends’. Well, common knowledge to all but his little sister. For some reason she refused to admit their relationship to anyone else. “Time will tell, with me and the human. Who knows, maybe she will steal away my human and I'll have to turn to our own kind.”

"Great Forest, Protect Us!” Equinox made the traditional oath to the ancient forest before he chuckled, which quickly turned into a laugh when he saw the opal dream stone glow bright white in his son’s shoulder pack. “Well, it seems someone is being dreamed about, hmm?”

With a broad smile spreading over his muzzle, Moonsilver touched the stone through his pack. “You'll have to excuse me, father, if I'm walking funny tomorrow. I think tonight I'll sleep under the stars.”

Equinox patted his son’s shoulder. “Go to her, Moonsilver. Be the best of us, for all of us.”

"At least in her dreams I can't physically hurt her, although I did toss her from a cliff the last time.” He laughed out loud, “I wonder if she expects the same again.” With that, he turned back towards the door of the dwelling tree. “I'll keep you informed, father.”

“I'm sure you will,” Equinox smiled and saw his son out. “I will expect all the dirty details when I see you next.” Still smiling, Moonsilver offered his father a small bow, which the older centaur returned, before he left their tree.

~ ~ ~

It didn’t take Moonsilver very long to find his favourite glade. Setting down his short bow and quiver on the shore beside the crystal clear lake, the skilled hunter used his water stone to create a makeshift shelter from an overhanging tree. While not as skilled as one from the water school, it would do for what he needed. Next, he set up his four element stones; iolite representing fire, peridot for water, jade from the earth school and finally, perhaps the most important, his agate air stone in a ward around himself before he pulled out his glowing opal dream stone.

Under his temporary shelter, on the shores of his favourite lake, surrounded by his warding stones, Moonsilver cleared his mind and, concentrating on his dream stone, he was soon asleep. As he began to enter the dreamscape, he found himself drawn like a moth to the flame to the twin of the stone he held.

Principal Celestia, asleep in her hospital bed following doctor Bonemeal’s visit, was dreaming. She hadn’t intended to enter the centaur dreamscape at all but, unbeknownst to her, the opal that Moonsilver had given her was against her skin and, without the proper tutelage, it activated the moment she had fallen asleep.

Getting out of her black trans am sports car, she soon arrived at the edge of the forest. Breathing deeply of the fresh clean air, she began to hike her way up to Eagle’s Point. She loved this forest, she always had. Celestia paid no mind to the fact that her body appeared whole and as fresh as she was in her mid-twenties. Her khaki outdoors outfit was intact and her pack on her back, she made her way quickly up to the rocky gully where she had fallen.

Following the pull of his opal, it didn’t take Moonsilver long to find Celestia in the dreamscape. Utilising his limited training from the dream school, he concealed himself as he would in the waking world with the air stone in order to trail her. He was curious to see if she was having a peaceful dream or if it would turn into another night terror.

In relatively short order, the young Celestia made her way easily to Eagle’s Point and, after a quick and easy descent down the sides of the gully, she sat on the large boulder by the fast moving stream that had broken her leg. “I wonder if he'll come,” she said to herself, “he said he'd come...” nervously, she looked around and tapped her knees.

For now, she was alone in the Everfree Forest.

Stalking her through the dense brackish undergrowth, Moonsilver smiled a very broad smile. He was pleased to see that this appeared to be a good dream. He was also pleased that she was waiting for him. Just as he had instructed her before the helicopter had arrived. “Human,” he intoned calmly and confidently as he emerged from the trees, “what brings you to this forest?”

"Moonsilver!” Celestia jumped in surprise, “You said to come, you said you'd know if I were here.”

Approaching her, stepping into the shallow fast moving stream, the pale grey centaur laughed. “You didn't answer the question.”

"I wanted to see you again, to touch you,” Celestia replied quickly, a blush beginning to colour her white cheeks. “I want to be touched by you, like you did yesterday, to have my fantasy be real.”

Crossing the stream, Moonsilver moved up alongside her and laid down on his lower belly with his legs tucked underneath him so that he was down to about her height on the rock. “I'm not human, though.”

“I don't care.” Celestia breathed, reaching out to gently caress his cheek and up and down his equine muzzle. Just touching him made her heart beat all the faster. “Believe it or not you aren't the strangest creature I've ever seen and…I want to be with you more than I've wanted anything for a long time."

Moonsilver smiled and nuzzled into her hand. “You didn't sound so calm when you first opened your eyes.”

“Yes, well,” Celestia flustered, “you were something of an unexpected sight, and I had just had a near-death experience.”

At that, Moonsilver turned his head and looked up the twenty feet to the top of the gully where she had fallen from. “Very near death. So, the characters in your night terror are stranger than me?”

Cautiously, Celestia nodded. She hadn’t thought her nightmare since it had happened. She supposed he deserved an explanation, if they were to be together. “Banished creatures from another world called Equestria, a pony who exiled herself from Equestria consumed by hateful magic and a girl from this world overwhelmed by Equestrian magic.” She pulled her hand away from his cheek and shrugged. “It sounds crazy, I know, but...”

"Equestria? Ponies?” Moonsilver interrupted her gently, his calm confident voice cutting through her rising panic like a knife through butter. Leaning into her, he put his strong muscular arm around her waist and pulled her in close. What she was saying did seem crazy, but, there was the ring of truth about her words. “Tell me more.”

“Ooooh…” Celestia scooted in closer and she snuggled into his embrace. “Well, there's a portal there situated outside my school. It used to open once every thirty moons for three days but now it's active all the time.” She took a deep breath before continuing. She didn’t know if he would believe her, hell, half of the time she didn’t believe it. “There were three sirens banished to here from there, and most recently, the girl overwhelmed by the magic she couldn't control, she opened something like ten portals to Equestria in a bid to understand it.”

Celestia hung her head. His emerald green eyes were inscrutable. “My whole school and I were exposed to the magic.”

Moonsilver was quiet for a good few minutes. He wanted to discount her story out of hand, but there was an undeniable truth to her words and in her eyes. Besides which, Equestria rang a bell from his teachings of the old texts of his tribe. “So, you dislike magic?” he asked with a smile.

“I wouldn't say dislike,” Celestia replied, snuggling a little deeper into his broad chest, breathing deeply of his musky scent. “I’d say more mistrustful. The three experiences thus far haven't exactly been stellar, what with being brainwashed twice and such…”

“What about the experience you are having right now?” Moonsilver interrupted her once more, “I take it the dream stone is against your flesh?”

“Well,” Celestia’s cheeks flushed intensely, so much so she was sure he could feel the heat against his bare chest, “I’d say this experience is the best thus far,” she said, affectionately nuzzling the crook of his neck.

“Hmm,” Moonsilver smiled as a devious little thought crossed his mind. “Now…I'm curious as to where the stone is.” Boldly, without asking, he slid his hand up her khaki shirt and over her bra. “Is it here?”

“Nope!” Celestia smiled and giggled as her right breast was fondled under her shirt. “You'll just have to guess.”

Moonsilver smiled, more than ready to play this game with this interesting human. “Maybe I just wasn't close enough.” With that, he moved his hand down over her firm perky breast and pushed back upwards, this time under her bra. “Here?”

Celestia’s breath hitched up a couple of notches. “N-No...oooh,” she moaned as his fingers brushed over her stiffening nipple, “no, but please keep looking, just in case.”

“Oh, so you have hidden it well, then.” Moonsilver grinned and the hand that was hugging her close to him slid down her front and unfastened the front fastener of her khaki shorts. Looking her in the eyes he slid his hand past the waistband to lift her up as he groped her ass. “Here?”

“Y-You're close, very close…” Celestia groaned as she started unbuttoning her khaki shirt.

Straightaway, Moonsilver batted her hands away from her shirt. “You will not take my job away from me.”

‘Oh…oh I love this!’ Celestia thought to herself, immediately she stopped unbuttoning her shirt and her blush returned with a bite of her lip. He was so…commanding, so self-assured, so in control. She loved the way he moved his hands over her body like he owned it, not asking, just taking. “I’m sorry, Moonsilver.”

“You are a naughty...” he paused for a moment while he thought of the right word to use, “girl.” Curious to see what she wore underneath these functional outer clothes, the pale grey centaur moved his hands around the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down.

“Y-Yes I am...very naughty indeed!” Celestia squeaked as she stood with her shorts around her booted feet, displaying the sort of tiny red frilly panties she used to wear when she had been the age she presented herself as.

Wordlessly, passing no judgement whatsoever, Moonsilver set her down between his forelegs and began to remove her boots and socks, one after the other, and finally he slipped off her shorts. Reflexively, Celestia flexed her bare feet against the blades of grass as her hands caressed up his forelegs, feeling the strong powerful muscles. “Oh my...”

Once Moonsilver had the boots and shorts off and discarded on the grassy shore by the stream, his right hand traced up the side of her right leg, but at the same time the left hand left her leg, both come back together to trace the lace of her red panties. “Hmmm…” Celestia moaned, spreading her legs wide apart, showing her dominant partner she was glistening wet and swollen with need.

Ignoring her obvious display, Moonsilver chuckled and instead moved his hands up to her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons for he was curious to see if her bra matched her panties. When Celestia let out a very aroused ‘Oooh...’ he was pleased to see it did match and that both her nipples were hard and swollen with arousal.

Moonsilver’s hand moved around the back of her bra in search of the release but found none. “Mmmm!” Celestia groaned, while she could feel his hot breath on her shoulder as he looked, she ran her arms up to his waist, shivering in anticipation as his breath touched her bare white skin.

Finding no clasp, and being unfamiliar with the bra as a whole, Moonsilver had no idea how to get it off. He covered this with an assured, commanding smile. “You may remove this garment. Our fillies don't wear such things.” To punctuate his order, he pulled on the bra strap and released it so that it snapped across the flesh of her back.

“Aaaaah!” Celestia gasped, more in surprise than pain at the sudden twang of her bra strap. “Y-You don't?” somehow, the knowledge that the female centaurs didn’t concern themselves with underwear only had her more aroused and, obediently – as Moonsilver watched – she unhooked the front clasp between her rather perky breasts and let the garment fall away.

Watching closely, Moonsilver’s long tongue licked at her erect nipples. “You sure the stone isn’t here?”

“Aaahn!” she hissed in pleasure. “I-It's n-not where you're licking!”

Smiling, Moonsilver moved his head back and then licked at the circumference of her neck with extra nibbles at the back. “Here then?”

“N-No, M-Moonsilver, it's aaaaah it's lower…”

Grinning, the centaur licked all over her other breast and especially the valley between them. “Have I found it?”

Celestia shook her head with a very loud whimper, her spread open legs trembling as she got very wet indeed. “N-No, Sir…”

‘Sir?’ he thought with a wry satisfied smile, ‘I prefer Master, but Sir will do for now. I’ll have to train you, Celestia.’ He laid her back on the large flat rock so that he could move his lips down to her navel. “Looks like jewellery here.”

“Oh...ooooh y-you're so very close, Sir!” Celestia panted, a blush on her face when she realised she could smell how aroused she was. If she could smell it, then he definitely could.

“Am I?” Moonsilver smiled. He didn’t need to smell her to know how much she wanted him. He could see her red panties were soaking wet with her need. “Maybe a bit lower then…” he placed his left hand on her left thigh. “Here?”

Celestia nodded. “You're there, I have them safely in my cast.”

“Well that was a fun game.” Moonsilver said, his fingers caressing little circles at the top of her thighs, “Care to explore the woods now?”

“Oh yes,” Celestia replied, her breathing all shallow, “I'm ready!”

Moonsilver laughed, “Are you? And I thought you'd rather I explored you.”

“Well...y-yes, that too…”

“You seem very indecisive, human,” Moonsilver said, his calm voice as commanding as ever as his left hand trailed its way up her leg to rest on her mound, “and wet too.”

Celestia took a deep breath and, as she moaned lustily she recalled the chat with Cheerilee in the hospital. Decisive. She was in control. Say what she wanted. Right. “Aaah I, I want you. I want you to be my Master. I want to give myself to you!” She didn’t care they were out in the open where anyone could see them. She was his, and she wanted him to claim her as his pet.

'You’ll give yourself to me, will you?’ Moonsilver smiled as he nuzzled her ear and whispered gently as his fingers pushed the gusset of her panties deep in between her sopping wet folds. “You don't know me. Why would you risk all? What do you hope to gain?”

Celestia didn’t have to think. “You saved my life,” she said as she trembled and moaned under his firm touch. “You didn't have to do that. Mmmmm…I-I hope to gain a lover, a soul mate and a Master all in one.”

‘That’s a good answer,’ Moonsilver nibbled and licked her ear before giving her throat the same treatment. “When can you come to me in the waking world, human?”

Celestia just loved the way he called her human, rather than her name. Like the very term was a form of ownership in and of itself. “Th-The ooooh th-the doctor said I should wait until the soft cast, in two months.”

Moonsilver's hand moved up and then down inside the panties so his fingers had access to her slick pussy. “A long time.”

Celestia made a very loud, very cute whimper. “I-I know.” She shuffled her hips towards his questing hand, intent on getting them deeper in her dripping snatch. “I truly wish it were sooner,” she said as he lifted his wet fingers up to her mouth. Catching on, she straightaway started to lick his fingers clean.

Moonsilver smiled at her willing display. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir," Celestia said, though her voice was muffled around the fingers she was intent on sucking clean.

“Taste good?”

After taking two of his finger as far as they would go into her warm willing mouth, Celestia pulled off, leaving a tiny strand of saliva joining his fingertips to her tongue. “Yes, Sir.”

"I'll be the judge of that.” Moonsilver stated dominantly as his fingers slipped under her panties and, after a short few moments sawing them in and out of her snatch he lifted them up to his own mouth.

Celestia couldn’t help but buck her hips to meet his fingers, then she whined at the loss of contact she craved so much. “Do ah, do you like?”

Slowly, he licked his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. “I'm not sure.”

“Please, Sir, you should have another taste.”

“You may be right, human,” he called her that in full knowledge of how aroused it made her while out of her vision he pulled a short bone handled flint hunting knife from his waist pouch and with it he sliced the sharp blade through her panties. “I shall do so now,” He stated, telling her, rather than asking as the flimsy garment fell from her body. Grinning at her sharp intake of breath, he effortlessly lifted her up in his arms buried his muzzle deep in her crotch.

“AaaAAAAAH yeeeeees!” Celestia cried out, part of her thrilling at how easily she was lifted, part of her loving the fact she was being eaten out in the middle of the forest and the rest of her moaned at Moonsilver’s very long, very skilled tongue buried in her. While he licked and sucked at her labia, she had her hands at his ears, rubbing up and down their length.

As this was Celestia’s dream, she soon realised his tongue was as good as she imagined it to be and his technique was as good as she wished. She could take it as long as she wanted until she came, and, seeing as it was her dream, he could and would continue for as long as that took.

After several ecstasy filled minutes spent writhing in Moonsilver’s strong powerful arms with her toned legs wrapped around his head, Celestia screamed a very long, very loud scream as she came and squirted her juice all over his face. The centaur wasted no time at all in lapping her clean, an act that made her cum a second time. Once her intense orgasm finally ebbed, he moved up her body and kissed her fully on the lips.

“Oooooh MMMM!” Celestia squeaked as she wrapped her arms around his strong neck and kissed him hard, tasting herself in the process.

"Now that I have a second opinion,” Moonsilver said as he pulled away from the kiss, “I'll say you do taste nice.”

“Th-That was amazing!”

Moonsilver nodded, still holding his panting human in his arms. “The dream realm is addictive. I can meet you here every second week while we wait for you to come here to me in person.”

“I'd like that.” Celestia smiled in his arms, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. “Sooooo...” she started, somewhat nervously, “Moonsilver, will you please be my Master?”

“In this realm it is difficult to be so, as it is your dream.” Moonsilver nodded with a smile, though he held up a finger to her lips to quiet her burgeoning objections. “Here, I'm the Master you desire or imagine. In the waking realm, I think I'll enjoy being your true Master.”

“I understand Moonsilver.” She kissed his lips again. She’d much rather have a real Master than an imaginary one, even if the imaginary one was as great as this. “I-I want to get a collar, to wear for you. I can have the gems placed in it?”

“You have my permission to do so.”

Celestia beamed a very wide smile and kissed him again. “Thank you,” another kiss to his lips, “Master. A nice grey one, I think?”

Moonsilver ran his fingers through her pastel coloured hair and said with a smile, “It isn't that grey yet.”

"No...I meant your skin colour not my hair,” Celestia paused, her eyes going wide as she made the admission. She knew, of course, that this representation of her wasn’t the real ‘her’, and she also knew that he had seen her real body, that didn’t stop her worrying though.

Moonsilver laughed, his mirth making her body jiggle in quite the most pleasing manner. “I shall have great fun teasing you, Celestia.”

Realising she had been ‘had’, she blushed an intense red. He was as bad as Luna, it seemed. “Ha, ha. Jasmine.”

“Jasmine?”

“My safe word.” Celestia explained, kissing his nose affectionately, “My sister's girlfriend said I required one. I chose Jasmine.”

“Your sister has a girlfriend?”

Celestia nodded. “Yes, she does. Is ah, is that a problem, Moonsilver?”

“Yes, yes it is.” Moonsilver replied with a very serious look all over his face. Again, he held up a finger to keep her quiet. “My sister is looking for a girlfriend and your sister is not available!” he finished, quickly sliding his tongue up and into her ear.

Celestia giggled like a little girl and tried - without much conviction - to get away from his tongue in her ear. “Ooooh you!”

“Yes, me.” Moonsilver chuckled as he gently set her down on the grass by the stream and sat down next to her. “I have enjoyed our night, now, should I let you sleep or toss you into the river?”

“Please don't toss me anywhere,” she said as she knelt up and kissed him. “Tomorrow, when the hospital releases me, I'll get the collar made for us.”

“I look forward to seeing it on you in our next dream meeting.”

“I'll even wear it at home…” she said, looking down a little, “it'll be like having you with me.” she smiled at that, picturing him with her in her house and how marvellous having her Master with her all the time would be. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

“Yes,” Moonsilver answered, his hands stroking her bare ass cheeks, “I would like to know more about this Equestrian magic and this portal that you speak of.”

“Well, I um, what would you like to know?”

“A timeline would be best.” Moonsilver said after a moment’s thought. Especially if the air stones were affected somehow, then the tribe would need to know. “When was the portal last used? How many are here from this Equestria place? Yes, that would be useful to know.” The pale grey centaur playfully licked at her pert breasts, “Maybe you can get some of that for when we meet again in two weeks.”

“Aaah, I-I'm not at all s-sure on an exact timeline,” Celestia panted, she’d never get tired of his tongue on her nipples, and other places, “But from what I understand, there have been four from Equestria that live here.” She held her arms around his neck and leant into hug him tight. “Sunset Shimmer came on her own accord just a few years ago, while the three Sirens were banished by a pony named Starswirl a thousand years ago. I'll do my best to get more accurate details for you; I know who to talk to.”

Moonsilver, admittedly not the most attentive student in mythology class, didn’t remember the name of Starswirl, but he was sure there were others – especially on the council – who would. He made a mental note to bring it up the next time he met them, though that was more his father’s area of expertise.

“Now...apart from the collar,” Celestia started, “what else can I do for you while we're apart? I mean...touching myself would be naughty, right?”

“It is a start, and yes it would be. Very naughty, human,” he said with a smile as he lovingly kissed her lips. “You should rest now and heal, Celestia. ‘till our next session and maybe I can be more the master you seek.”

“I'd like that,” Celestia smiled as she returned the kiss. “I'll think of you.”

“I know I'll think of you.” With that, and with the ramifications the course he had chosen would have on his family and tribe, he faded from her view.

~ ~ ~

After Principal Celestia awoke from what had been the most restful sleep in months, and having her promised visit from the doctor to check her blood, she had been given the all clear to go home. Grinning, she picked up the phone next to her bed and dialled Luna’s cell phone number. Thankfully, her sister was as punctual as ever and answered her phone on the third ring of the dial tone. “Hello,” her curt voice came over the line, “this is Luna, how may I help you?”

In her best 'Principal voice', Celestia answered her sister, “Miss Luna, you may report to the Principal’s office and collect your sister at your earliest convenience.”

Luna sighed an audible sigh down the phone line. Play time with Leelee would have to wait. Besides, she had a present to get her pet anyway. “So, she got out of detention again. Very well, Principal, I will come and fetch her. Would twenty minutes be okay?

“Thank you Lulu, that's fine, thank you…” she was about to hang up when a thought occurred to her, a thought centred on the promise she had made to get a collar made for herself to give to Moonsilver so he could properly claim her. “Oh, and could you bring my purse, please?”

“Can do,” Luna replied quickly, resisting the urge to have another dig at her sister’s ancient station wagon. She thought better of it though, especially as she seemed to be in a good mood, which meant a decent night’s sleep for once. “I just have to fetch it. Still in your car. See you in a bit.”

"Thank you. I'll be out front, Lu.” Celestia hung up and got her things together. Thankfully there wasn't much. She was already wearing her favourite summer yellow dress and her clothes from the day before were in a little bag. She resolved to toss those, after all they were ripped to hell. After ten minutes, she called the nurse and, once she was safely placed in the wheelchair, she was soon waiting at the front foyer for her sister to arrive.

Another ten minutes passed and, on time, Luna pulled up outside the hospital in her jet black Audi R8 sports car. The nurse, who had graciously kept Celestia company during her brief wait, handed her the crutches she would need to help her get around. “Now is a good time to try the crutches to the car,” she said with a smile as Luna got out of the driver’s side and opened the passenger side door, ready for her.

"Thank you, Nurse.” Celestia smiled and heaved herself up from the wheelchair with a grimace. She missed her twenty year old body she had enjoyed letting Moonsilver enjoy in the dreamscape. “Good morning sister,” she said once she was within earshot of her younger sibling.

"It is a fine summer morning to hobble about.” Luna replied with a giggle and a tight hug and, once she had released said hug, she walked around her car at her sister’s slower pace. Giving her just enough time to get in and get comfortable, she played chauffeur and closed the door for her after she placed her crutches in the back.

"It is a lovely morning alright.” Celestia said once Luna was back in the driver’s seat and her car was in gear. She couldn't help but shudder involuntarily, this car was way too powerful for her liking. Hell, she couldn't believe she used to drive a trans am back in the day. These days she much preferred her comfy old station wagon. “If you don't mind on the way back, I'd like to stop off at the Carousel Boutique, please.”

Luna sniggered as she pulled out of the hospital drive and entered the traffic flow proper, “Sudden need to chastise one of your students? I don't think Rarity is responsible for your leg being in a cast.”

Celestia giggled brightly, “Oh it’s nothing like that, Lulu, I want Miss Rarity to make something for me, that’s all.”

"Really,” Luna giggled as she overtook a slower moving van, “don't you have enough hats all ready? Then again, a little Leelee told me you thought your neck to be rather cold.”

Celestia, who had been busy holding on for dear life at her sister’s driving – she was tight at the speed limit, not five miles per hour under it like her - blushed very noticeably at that, but she maintained her smile. “As you have no doubt guessed,” she started by way of explanation, “I'm going to have Miss Rarity make me a collar.”

“Choker, darling,” Luna responded quickly in a very poor imitation of the fashionista’s voice, “collars are for pets.”

Celestia laughed out loud, “Oh that's good. My gentleman has given me permission to get one, and I figure Rarity is the best girl to go to.”

"She is most certainly discreet,” Luna agreed as she drove along to the boutique, she reflected on the fact that she and Cheerilee had no reason to complain about Rarity’s discretion. “Will you tell me who will hold the leash?”

Celestia froze. She had been expecting the question and, while she was hesitant at first, she answered; “I ah...I cannot tell you as much as I'd like to…” quickly, seeing her sister’s expression change in the seat next to her, she added, “I know we don't keep secrets Lu, but...his name is Moonsilver. I met him on my hike and he saved my life.”

Luna, instantly suspicious as, like her sister had said, they didn’t keep secrets, was at least placated by the provision of a name. “Ahhh, so you did have help.” She had suspected as much when she had seen her sister’s leg had been set. “The name is not one I recognise, but I don't know everyone. I'll let it slide for now.”

"I promise I'm in no danger, I swear it on our parent's grave. He would just prefer I didn't reveal too much at this stage.” Celestia blushed a little as she paused in her guarded explanation, “He is younger than me though, I think…”

Luna interrupted her sister then, she just couldn't help it. It came to her and she just had to let it out. “You are suggesting there is possibly something older than you, dear sister of mine?” She let out a delighted little giggle at the look of outrage on her older sibling’s face, but before she could respond she pulled up outside the boutique. “We’re here,” and, with that, Luna got out of her car and after getting Celestia her crutches, she let her out.

"Oh ha de ha, my sister the comedienne.” Celestia groused playfully as, with a little help, she got out of her sister’s car. “Would my taxi mind waiting? I'll pay the meter.”

"I have no trouble waiting inside.” Luna shot back, holding up her hand to quieten any objections she could tell would be coming her way. “You'll have your private time with the fashionista, I just think my pet could use some new lingerie that I will surprise her with.”

Seeing as Luna was holding her arm anyway, Celestia took a moment to hug her little sister as hard as she could. “Thank you, Lu,” she couldn't quite put into words how grateful she was that Luna wasn't pressing or grilling her for details that she was unable to give right now.

Disengaging herself from her sister’s hug, Luna obligingly held open the door to the boutique and, as the bell rang yo announce their presence, the midnight blue skinned woman stood aside to allow Celestia to enter first. Rarity, who was in the middle of dressing her mannequins in her latest designs, looked up when she heard the bell ring. “Welcome to Cara...” her usual greeting dude on her lips when she saw just whom had entered her shop. “Principal Celestia, Vice-Principal Luna, how can I assist you today?”

Luna nonchalantly smoothed her long white shirt over her dark blue jeans. “It is a Cheerilee day,” she said with a smile as Rarity covered her mouth and giggled.

"I see, so what would you like for her, Luna?” she asked, all professional and business-like now that the initial shock of her customer’s entry had worn off. They weren’t at school, after all, so here, she was in charge.

"White underbust corset please, complete with panties, garter, and stockings to match.” Luna confidently placed her order with Rarity who, for her part, didn’t bat an eyelid. “You have her size still?”

"I do.” Rarity nodded, sliding her red rimmed glasses up her nose as she jotted down what her Vice-Principal had requested. This wasn’t the first time she had come with a request for her girlfriend and pet. If she was honest, Rarity loved it; the whole scene, and supplying it.

Luna gave Celestia a sideways long look and smirked, “My sister actually has a similar sort of business for you today.” with that, she stepped back in order to put her older sister firmly in the forefront. She could swear she could see her squirm even from the back. Curiously, Rarity looked on, but stayed silent.

Celestia had a very hot furious blush spreading all over her cheeks at being thrust out like this. ‘Damn you, Lulu!’ she thought, and she struggled to gather herself. “Yes, I ah, I was wondering if perhaps you'd be so kind as to ah…” she trailed off and looked at the floor, before her nerve failed her, she continued, “make a choker, for me, please?”

Out of Celestia’s vision, Luna made a quick ‘shooing’ motion with her hands which Rarity, who had been somewhat taken aback by her Principal’s request, quickly understood. After all, she expected orders like that from Luna, but not from her far more reserved sister. “Please follow me into my office and we can discuss the specifics,” she said with a professional smile and pointing to a closed white door off to the side.

"I'd be happy to, Miss Rarity,” smiling a thankful smile, Celestia nodded and hobbled her way after the young fashion designer as she sashayed over to her private office.

Rarity held open the office door and, once they were both inside and the door was securely closed, Rarity got straight to the business at hand. “Is this order for you or for another, Celestia?"

Celestia studied the top of the desk, strewn with half-drawn dress designs and other detritus of Rarity’s trade, unable for the moment to meet the girl’s scrutinising gaze. “It's for me, Mi-...Rarity.”

"I see,” with that, Rarity’s focus shifted a little and she was looking hard at the older woman’s neck as she walked around her. “Something like what Luna got for Cheerilee, you mean?”

"A choker, yes, please.”

“Colour?”

Celestia could at least answer that with some certainty. “Light grey, please. Oh, and could you please make it so it can hold these?” as she said that, and with Rarity’s eyes alive with curiosity, she reached just inside the top of her cast and retrieved the three gems that Moonsilver had given her. “They must touch my skin.”

"Oh!” Rarity exclaimed happily, holding out her hand. Obediently, Celestia passed the three gems – the opal, the aconite and the apatite – to the young girl. As soon as she let them go from her hand, the pain numbing effects of the green apatite left her as well. Rarity, focussed on the fine cut gems, didn’t notice Celestia wince and grunt with pain. “These are lovely. Hmm, yes I could make a ring setting on them so they would touch your skin. While Cheerilee's choker is...” she trailed off, having at last noticed her customer’s discomfort. “Are you quite all right?”

'Sweet sun above my leg freaking hurts!’ Celestia thought, though she just vocalised a grunt. “I'm fi-fine, Rarity. I just need my meds from my purse.” She reached for her purse on the table and retrieved said pain medication that the doctor had left her with. “Sorry, it kinda snuck up on me there.”

"Yes,” Rarity shifted uncomfortably, “I was trying to avoid bringing up the cast. Let me get you some water.” Taking the gems with her, she walked over to the water cooler in the corner of her office by the other side of the desk and wasted no time in coming back with a beaker of water.

"No need to avoid it,” Celestia waved her off, concentrating for the moment on the pain in her leg. She had got accustomed to the gem dulling the pain from the break, “it's there, after all.”

Smiling sympathetically, Rarity handed her the beaker of ice cold water. “It is rather plain though,” she couldn’t help but critique it. “You should have your friends decorate it for you.” With that, she studied the white, green and blue gems she held in her ivory hand. They really were a remarkable cut, such exquisite craftsmanship had gone into their production, that much was obvious. “Do you want these visible along the front, or hidden by your hair at the back?”

"Visible from the front please, I want to show them off for my gentleman.” She paused for a moment and swallowed her tablets and the water, before sighing with relief. “Thank you, for that.”

"Cheerilee's was very lacy,” Rarity said, more thinking out loud, “But if you like I have a white on white brocade I could dye a lovely shade of grey on grey. Hmmm, perhaps with the white gem centred, green on your left and blue on your right I think. Opinion?”

Celestia didn’t really know about that aspect of it. Rarity was the know how in this regard. “Oh yes, I'll ah, bow to your expertise, Rarity.” She looked at the table again and, on there was a design for red underwear that jogged her memory of the previous night’s dream. Summoning a little nerve, for she was sure Moonsilver would like it, she asked, “I wonder if, while I'm here, I might get some lingerie, red and frilly.”

"Yes, you might while you are here.” Rarity answered with a smile, “Any metal allergies? I would suggest platinum or white gold for the settings, although I have sterling silver too if cost is an issue.”

"White gold is perfect.” Celestia replied quickly, “Cost isn't an issue for this piece.”

"I'll have it ready in two days.” Rarity stated as she set the gems down, ironically, on the paper on her desk that had the red underwear design on it. “Yes, I may have your size,” she said, looking her Principal over more completely, “But if not I can have something ready for you in four or five days. Shall we rejoin your sister to have a look?”

"Before we rejoin Lulu, Rarity, could you do me a favour and let me have Sunset's cell?” she asked, coming onto the second reason why she had wanted to talk to Rarity in private. Given what she and Moonsilver had discussed in the dreamscape, she thought it best to talk with Sunset Shimmer as quickly as possible, given that she was this world’s resident expert on all things Equestrian.

"Of course,” Rarity answered, turning back to her desk of many papers – an organised mess would be polite – and fished amongst them to find the number. “I was wondering something too,” she said as she searched, “did your sister say why she wanted to dress Cheerilee in white?”

"Thank you for the number,” Celestia smiled before offering the best idea she had on why her sister wanted her girlfriend in white. “Marriage, perhaps?” admittedly, she wasn’t really thinking of Luna and Cheerilee right now. Had she been, she would’ve seen the obvious answer.

The moment Celestia mentioned the ‘M’ word, Rarity let out a loud squee and she had to cover her mouth again lest she squeal very loudly. “I think I'll hold onto that gossip ‘till something develops. Here is Sunny's cell number. Grinning ear to ear, she held out a scrap of paper with the number on it and the door open for her.

"How much do you want to cover, Celestia?” Rarity asked as they both made their way out of her office back into the main shop floor of the boutique to where Luna was patiently waiting.

"Cover?” Luna’s ears immediately shot up, sensing an opportunity for teasing her sister.

Celestia shot her younger sister a dirty look. “I ah, I was thinking of getting some lingerie actually, something red, and frilly, I ah, I want to leave very little to the imagination.”

Wordlessly, Luna and Rarity shared a knowing ‘look’ with each other. “You're a size ten?” Rarity asked as she moved over to investigate a nearby rack full of lacy things.

"I am, yes,” Celestia nodded. ‘Oh...oh this is foolish!’ she thought to herself as she watched Rarity flit from hanger to hanger, inspecting one underwear set after the other until by lucky providence she happened upon the one she had designed the day before, the red one from the drawings in her office. ‘What am I doing buying something like that anyway?’

"Aha!” with a joyous exclamation, Rarity pulled off the rack what was a red sheer lace teddy with panties, garter, stockings, and a quite sheer wrap. Excitedly, she passed her find over to her somewhat reluctant customer. “This would be what you're looking for?”

"Try it on!” Luna chanted the very instant she saw the scanty garment, “Try it on!”

Celestia however took one look at what she was offered and if it was possible, she went even paler, her doubts magnifying by the second. “O-Okay…”

Rarity saw her discomfort and, helpfully, she pointed over to the far wall, that was lined with several hanging curtains. “Changing room is over here.”

Luna scoffed at that. “She doesn't need a changing room!” she crowed, Rarity on the other hand said nothing, she simply held the curtain to the nearest changing room open for her.

Celestia, with the hanger and what was barely on it, draped over her arm, hobbled over. “I'll take the changing room, if you please.”

While Celestia was busy in the changing room removing the summer yellow dress she had on, she heard the front door bell ring as it opened. Briefly she wondered whom had entered, she was however too occupied with the full length mirror in front of her.

As she dressed herself in each part of the tiny frilly lacy red lingerie her doubts increased exponentially. By the time she was ‘dressed’, Celestia found that she hated the mirror. Looking back at her was her fifty year old self, saggy breasts, paunchy belly et al. ‘Damn you…’ she thought miserably. She was about to take it all off and just leave the boutique when she realised the bell still hadn’t rung again.

Whomever had entered was still here. She decided for now to stay where she was. The fewer people who saw her the better.

Near the changing room curtain that served as its door, Celestia heard Luna’s voice. “Berry that is beautiful. Hey, you have a moment, you can comment on something my sister is getting. She doesn't always believe me.”

Celestia’s eyes went wide. Very wide. ‘No!’ she thought in utter horror, ‘go away Berry!’

Unfortunately, for her, Berryshine didn’t go away. “Sure,” she heard her reply to her sister, “I'll have a look.”

Looking in the mirror, Celestia just wanted to curl up and cry. She felt about as un-sexy as it was possible to feel, especially with well, everything, the way it was. “L-Lulu...” she stammered nervously, “ah, a-are you sure?”

Celestia,” Berryshine teased her old school friend with a smile on her face, leaning casually against the side of the changing room, “it wasn't that long ago we went skinny dipping in Whitetail Pond.”

Luna almost fell onto the floor in shock. “You what?” There was no way in the universe that her sister had ever done that.

“Oh,” Berryshine’s eyes were alive with glee. “She never told you that story?” This would be fun! There was a lot that most people didn’t know about the reserved, impeccable Principal Celestia; namely, she wasn’t always so reserved.

“That was thirty years ago!” Celestia squeaked indignantly from inside the changing room. ‘Ugh...she isn't going away...’ with that horrible realisation, she knew the only way to keep her old friend from spilling her guts was to leave the changing room. ‘H-Here goes nothing…’ with that she slowly, very slowly emerged into their scrutiny, wishing she was somewhere very far away.

"Wowee!” Berryshine gave her old friend an appreciative whistle after a very hard, very long look over. “You still got it, girl. So, who you displaying your wears too?”

"She’s trying to keep it low key, least the school rumour mill start up,” Luna interjected as she joined Berryshine in ogling her sister. “Right, Rarity?”

"Yes Darling.”

Celestia however didn’t look or feel convinced with her current get up. Without her Moonsilver by her side her self-confidence was next to zero. Thinking of him, however gave her a teeny boost. “There's a, well I met a handsome man, the other day…”

Berryshine held up her hand to quiet her friend. “Say no more, I wish you the best of luck, Celly.” Smiling, she took her purchases and left the boutique, though not before she took the time to sign and doodle a wine bottle on her cast.

Assessing her customer with a somewhat critical eye, Rarity walked around Celestia’s blushing body, letting out little ‘hmms’ and ‘aaahs’ as she made a few minor adjustments here and there. “Yes,” the fashionista said finally as she stepped back to admire her fully, “it does show you off rather nicely.”

Luna, like an overgrown three year old, skipped around her older sister, pausing just long enough to playfully poke her breasts which were supported by the brassiere. “My sister has boobies!” she called out in sheer glee, while Rarity snorted and had to cover her mouth again.

"Yes.” Celestia deadpanned, having very serious second and third thoughts. “Look, maybe this wasn't that great an idea, I mean, what if this,” she gestured to herself, “puts him off?"

Luna couldn’t resist. “I think you mean, gets him off!” she giggled as both she and Rarity lost in in fits of giggles.

"I ah, I-I assure you any stains will wash out!” Rarity giggled while Luna made conspicuous jerk off motions with her hand.

"Yes, Luna, thank you.” Celestia said with the tone of one admonishing an errant child, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at the sanctuary of the changing room. “I'll go get changed now, I think."

As soon as Celestia had her back to them, Luna leant in close to Rarity as she walked behind her counter. “She's taking it,” a little louder, she called out, “I'll just grab your purse and pay for it and whatever secret thing you did in the back room!” giggling, she lowered her voice once more, “and what I got too.”

Shooting her sister a look over her shoulder she nodded before disappearing into the changing room and drawing the curtain across the ‘door’. Again, she was forced to look at herself as she changed back into her summer yellow dress. ‘Oh...this is such a mistake!’ she couldn’t stop the unbidden thought running through her head. Eventually she turned away from the mirror that was taunting her.

"She must really be Twitterpated to pay for my purchase,” Luna sniggered as she passed her sister’s card to Rarity at the register.

Rarity laughed at that as she swiped the card and ran up the sale. “I loved that film. So, do you think she is falling for a Flower, a Thumper, or Bambi?”

"Our walls are thin enough, so I hope it’s a Flower type.”

"Here is your receipt.” Rarity passed the card and the receipt back to the older woman. “Your order will be ready for you on Monday."

"Thanks Rarity.” Luna took both the card and the receipt, stowing both safely back in her sister’s purse. “I have Leelee promoting your 'specialty line' of clothing, you know.” Both Rarity and Luna shared a giggle at that, especially seeing as Cheerilee was the model for her more ‘adult’ catalogue range.

Presently, after a few minutes longer spent collecting herself, Celestia emerged from the changing room dressed once more in her altogether more presentable long yellow dress she had on before she went in. “Well, it looks like you two are all happy bunnies.”

"We are,” Luna giggled though at the mention of ‘bunnies’, given what she’d just spoken about with Rarity.

"Do you need that gift wrapped or just bagged?”

"Gift wrapped, please.”

"Of course, Darling!” Rarity said as she took the underwear from Celestia and in a matter of moments, with practised ease, she had them wrapped up with white paper and red ribbon with a cute little bow. “Here you are, I hope the one that unwraps this has a chance to wrap the one who gifted it.”

"Thank you, I'm uh, I'm sure he will,” Celestia said with a very forced smile as she took her bag under her arm. “Thank you, Rarity, for your time.”

"It was my pleasure, Celestia,” Rarity beamed a genuine smile at being able to help her customer, nay Principal, out as she had done. “Do stop in again if you need some other items of 'interest'.”

"I will.” Celestia paused as she turned to face the door. “Lu, are you ready to go?”

Luna nodded and followed her sister to the door. “Yes, oh Rarity, I'll be back to pick up my item on Monday.” She held open the door for her sister. “In case you want to model for me again.” She smiled as they both left the Carousel Boutique and made their way back to her waiting Audi, where they once again stowed the crutches in the back along with Celestia’s new lingerie set.

Outside, back in the sports car’s passenger seat, Celestia waited until her sister was sat beside her until she gave voice to a teeny thing that had occurred to her while she had been thinking of Sunset Shimmer, her cell number and Rarity giving it to her. “Lulu,” she asked as the powerful car was put in gear and it pulled away from the boutique, “may I ask why you wanted Cheerilee to dress in white?”

“You may,” Luna giggled, “did Rarity give you a guess?”

“Well,” Celestia thought about it, “she asked me and I had a guess, yes.”

“Oh, did she give you any reasons?” Luna asked, steering around a couple of cars that weren’t moving quite as fast as she’d like them to be. “So what was your guess?”

Celestia shook her head. “No, she just asked. I suggested you might be getting married.” Quietly, she had her fingers crossed on that one. It had always been their parent’s wish to see one of them married, though in truth they had thought of either of them, she was the one more likely than Luna.

“But we're sisters,” Luna retorted, completely straight-faced, “what would the others say?”

Now, Celestia actually looked across at her younger sister, disbelief rife all over her face. “What?”

Luna burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it, though a teeny part of her felt sorry for her sister. “That face! I'll never get tired of that face!” When her sniggered giggles eventually subsided, she continued, “Celly, what colour clothing do you usually see Leelee wear?” Again, she giggled. “When she wears clothes at our house?”

“Well…” Celestia blushed a little, pouting out of the car window at being the butt of the joke yet again, “the few things I've seen her wear are mostly similar to your skin colour. Not that there's anything wrong with dark blue, of course.”

Luna grinned as she drove her car back to their shared home. “You get an A in observation, dearest sister of mine. Now, if she was wearing white, who could that possibly be?”

“M-Me?”

Luna nodded. “Very observant. So, I'm going to have Leelee pretend to be you so you can learn how to be a good and proper pet for your gentleman friend.”

“Wow...” Celestia didn’t know what else to say to that. She was taken aback by her sister’s very generous and considerate act. “You ah, you'd both do that, for me?”

Again, Luna nodded, this time solemnly. “I love you sis, even if you are the poster child for nerdism.”

“Yes well, thank you…” Celestia took the backhanded compliment and looked out of the window of the car for a moment as the scenery whizzed past them, deep in thought then, she looked down at her bag. All of a sudden, the doubts from the boutique came flooding back. “Luna...what am I doing?”

Luna, for her part, knew exactly what her sister was doing. She was just surprised she hadn’t done it sooner. “I think that fall let you know just how important living is. Live, sister. If it works, that’s all well and good. If it doesn't, well, I'm not going anywhere.”

Celestia nodded, taking in what her younger sister had said to her, mulling it over. “Yes, I was so close to dying, and all I've got to show for myself, besides you, is CHS.” She smiled as she thought of her school. She loved the place, and the students – they were like an extended family of sorts – but, at times she did feel trapped there. She couldn’t help but wonder what more was out there, and with Moonsilver, she had an idea. “I just…I think I've found something more important than the school.”

‘It’s about time,’ Luna smiled. “Both me and Leelee believe the very same thing. You really see us getting married?”

“Absolutely, I do.”

Luna sighed as she turned onto a street near their house. “Whatever would the PTA say?”

Celestia actually laughed out loud at that, picturing as she did so the shocked and outraged faces looking at her and Moonsilver if they ever were to ‘go public’, as it were. “As if you've ever cared what anyone else says or thinks, Lu.”

"Then, I've fooled you too,” Luna said in all seriousness, “as I do care. I care about our school and the students. I care about their futures. I care about you and Leelee, and I wouldn't want to hurt either of you. I'll still tease you to the end of time, of course.”

"I know sis, I know.” Now it was Celestia’s turn to sigh. “I love you too. I feel the same. I also think you'll make a fine Principal.”

"I will, when the time comes,” Luna replied as she steered them onto their street and pulled up outside their house. “Just like you'd make a fine mayor for the city.”

"You think so?” Celestia laughed, “Oh, I don't know. I thought I had my future mapped until I went hiking. Your fault by the way. You and your crazy dream theories telling me to go to the Everfree Forest.”

"Yes, I see it now.” Luna grinned as she pulled up and put her car in park. “Vice-Principal Luna reluctantly takes over at Canterlot High School after Principal Celestia marries and sees her talents can better serve all the people of Canterlot.” She smiled, having made her own newspaper headline, “Her husband is in full support of this decision!”

"Hmmm…” Celestia didn’t really notice the Audi R8 had parked. She was busy enjoying a private little daydream that consisted of her marrying Moonsilver and settling down with him as his 24/7 subservient pet in his house, a fantasy she enjoyed a great deal. “Celestia joins her husband in the forest and lives happily ever after...” she muttered, barely audible in the car.

Luna burst out laughing, misreading what her older sister had said as she opened her car door. “Sister, I think you'd make a terrible hermit.”

"Hmm…” Celestia giggled, still somewhat lost in the fantasy, “perhaps you're right.”