The twilight of evening was descending upon the city of Canterville by the time Vice Principal Luna pulled up in her usual parking space on the street outside her girlfriend’s apartment building. Luna looked out of her black R8’s window and smiled. She approved greatly of Cheerilee’s choice of apartment location. To the left of the red brick building was an ice cream shop and to the right was an all-night café. What was not to approve of?

She checked her watch. At ten minutes to seven, she was early, but not so early she had the time to visit the café. ‘Perhaps later…’ she thought with a smile. She instead took the time to look herself over in the mirror. With her short cream skirt and white sleeveless top, she was sure she would make an impact the moment she opened the door.

Glancing down at her feet though, Luna giggled and flexed her pedicured toes, her nails painted the same fuchsia as Cheerilee’s beautiful skin. She just knew that, combined with her choice of open toed sandals, would make a bigger impact with her than her lack of underwear.

Snickering at her shameless exploitation of her girlfriend’s fetish, Luna grabbed her shoulder bag and got out of her Audi. Remotely locking the door, she hefted her bag – full of the travel supplies that she’d need for the evening’s ‘fun’ - and walked into Cheerilee’s building. Luna grinned a toothy, wry grin as she made her way up the stairs to the third floor, the corner apartment her destination. She never used the elevator as she knew her pet liked her feet sweaty.

She wondered, idly, as she made her way up past the first floor and onto the second, if she would need the ropes tonight. She had been training her pet to stand and take her punishments without being bound, something the dominant Vice Principal was quite proud of.

Reaching the third floor, Luna chuckled. The ball gag would be essential once the play really started. Her Leelee was a screamer. Usually, when they were at her detached villa she shared with her sister, that wasn’t an issue. Indeed, she encouraged her pet to be as loud as she could. One, she adored hearing her screams both of pain and pleasure and two, she knew it annoyed Celestia. Win win!

Inside her apartment, Cheerilee stood, the fuchsia skinned teacher bouncing impatiently on the balls of her feet in the small entrance hall of her white modern apartment. A cursory glance at her clock told her to calm down. Her Mistress still had three minutes to knock on her door and Luna was never late.

Still, when she was stood naked but for the dark blue choker she always wore around her neck waiting for her evening to start, three minutes could feel like three hours. Again, for the hundredth time, she ran over her mental checklist. She had cleaned – Luna liked her white apartment practically surgically clean – she had made her Mistress’s coffee. She had cleaned herself, inside and out, her pussy was shaven and she had the silver crescent moon shaped piercings in her ears and her nipples. She was ready. She had been ready for three hours. Just as she let out a sigh, she heard the familiar single knock at her door. In a split second, she opened it with a smile on her face. “Good evening, Mistress!”

Though she had been expecting it, Luna took a moment, a long, long moment, to admire her pet’s naked form in her doorway. Turquoise eyes wandered over bare fuchsia skin, lingering at the dark blue choker with the silver crescent moon at the front and the little padlock at the back that kept it secured in place. Luna held the key, though it hadn’t been removed in two years. She glanced down at her piercings and wondered if she could get her to get her clit done as well. After almost two minutes, she spoke at last. “I feel positively overdressed for the occasion, Leelee.” Knowing full well she was exposed to the whole third floor, Luna stepped forward and, giving her a kiss, she groped her right breast, pulling hard on the nipple jewelry.

“HMmMMMM!” Cheerilee squeaked as her breast was groped and the piercing tugged, standing with her feet apart. If her Mistress wanted to show her off to the third floor or to the whole building, it wasn’t for her to object. When the kiss was broken, she still stood there, making no effort at all to conceal herself. Her body belonged to her Mistress, and it was hers to show off and display. “I know you prefer this, Mistress.”

“I prefer many things, pet.” Luna commented, her eyes still eating up her girlfriend’s body in the open doorway. “How was your day?” she asked, at last letting herself inside, leaving Cheerilee stood at the door. She made a beeline across the cream carpet for her living room and for the white leather couch. Once she knew she had turned around, Luna flopped down on the couch so that her skirt rode up her thighs and her pet had a clear view up her skirt. For the moment she ignored the steaming coffee in the dark blue mug.

Now looking into her apartment, Cheerilee closed the door behind her with her foot and for a moment she just stood there and gaped at the view she was getting. After long minutes she realised she still hadn’t answered the question. Blushing slightly, she walked over to the couch and knelt on the floor. “Awful, Mistress. Marking the senior's papers is a…unique chore, especially Miss Dash's 'work'.” Now that she was on her knees, her eyes wandered to Luna’s feet and her tantalizingly bare sexy toes.

‘Such a good well trained pet…’ Luna thought, leaning forward to retrieve her coffee, she allowed her shirt to ‘accidentally’ fall open. It didn’t show much, other than she had no bra on, and as she leant back, she spreads her legs. Grinning, she sipped her coffee while she raised up her left foot, slipping it from her sandal she used her toes to play with the nipple piercing. “Did you finish?”

“Mmmm...Flu-Fluttershy’s and Ra-Rainbow's, yes, I still have the others to do,” she bit her lip and shuddered, ‘Ooh, Mistress’s foot's right there!’ She did so love it when Luna’s feet touched her body. “We ah...I'm ooh, afraid we need a talk, with her, about her grades.”

Slowly, Luna removed her foot. “Get the papers that need grading still and put them on the table. Don't forget your grading pen. Then sit in front of me and finish your work.”

“Yes Mistress,” Cheerilee had played this game long enough to know where this was going. She was up quick smart and scurried to her desk, coming back seconds later with a lever arch folder and her special pen. With a frown on her face, she produced Rainbow Dash’s four page geography paper to Luna, taking care to point out her scrawled, barely legible writing and several questions answered by just a doodle of her, a goal and a football. “You see what I mean? I can't pass that.”

By the time Cheerilee had returned, Luna had her short cream skirt hiked up even further so that it was essentially around her waist with her knees spread wide to give her pet a place to sit on the floor. “Give me that one to review, while you get to work on the others.”

“Naaaaaah...” Cheerilee actually had to wipe away a little drool before passing the paper to her girlfriend’s waiting hand. She made sure to be quick about it lest that hand land on her ass. ‘Oh...oh my,’ she thought, realising it was going to be one of those nights, she sat on her carpet and got started on Rarity's geography paper.

As Luna read Rainbow Dash’s paper, her feet, now free of the sandals, worked their way up Cheerilee’s sides to her breasts. One set of painted toes played with a nipple while the other moved back down to go between her shaven legs and grind a bit with her heel. “Miss Dash does use a lot of words to say nothing, doesn’t she?” she giggled, “When I was young they called it, 'if you can't dazzle them with brilliance, then baffle them with bullshit'.”

“Aaaaah...ye-yes...qu-quite!” Cheerilee stopped writing on Rarity’s paper for a moment and she ground her bare crotch to the foot between her legs. “It's not tha-a-aaat she lacks ability, more she lacks concentration. As you can see by the art work on page three.”

Luna’s right foot counter ground back into her pet’s swiftly moistening pussy, while the other moved up from her breast and ran her toes over her mouth, playing with her bottom lip. “Enough on Miss Dash. You have others to finish.”

Without even realising she was doing it, Cheerilee ran her tongue along the toes at her lip, tasting the sweet sweat and the heady aroma of her Mistress’s scent before she reluctantly turns back to her work with a giggle. She so wanted to stick her tongue between them, but not yet. Like a fine wine, Luna’s feet had to be savoured. “It's like talking with Rarity. I suppose I can allow the odd 'darling' in her answers. Solid B.”

“A habit she should be broken out of.” Luna huffed, “Figures of speech are for speech and creative writing, not for answering questions.” She then teased her pet’s upper lip with her big toe.

Subconsciously, almost on reflex, Cheerilee moved her head forwards and took the big toe wholly in her mouth, sucking gently upon it and swirling her tongue around it as she takes up Applejack's paper. “Mmmm aaah areee Iiithreess,” she slurred, her tongue finding its way in between the big toe and its neighbour.

Luna set aside Rainbow Dash's complete travesty of a geography paper so that she could play with Cheerilee’s hair. “I do hope I'm helping you concentrate, Leelee.”

“MmMMMmmmm oooou are…” she replied, slurring once more as she sucked somewhat harder, marking Applejack's paper a B-. Her answers, like the girl who had written them, were succinct and to the point, mostly correct but nothing to write home about. Reluctantly she pulled away, licking her lips. “You know, I'm always impressed with Applejack. She’s smarter than you'd think.”

“One shouldn't judge based on a profession or accent.”

Cheerilee blushed quite hard. “No Mistress. Sorry Mistress. I um, I think Sunset is rubbing off on her, is what I meant,” she decided then to shut up and thrust her hips to meet Luna's toes at her wet snatch as she reached for Sunset Shimmer's paper. “Uuuuh!” she grunted, aware she was now leaking on her foot.

Smirking, Luna lowered the teasing foot while at the same time she lifted up the foot that had been grinding away at her pussy, leaving a wet trail up her body until the heel rested on Cheerilee’s breast and the wet toes teased her mouth. The one just lowered took over grinding duties between her legs. “I'm sure that Miss Shimmer is rubbing Miss Applejack in many ways,” she said casually.

“Ha!” Cheerilee snorted out a laugh before she remembered her place. “Y-Yes I'm sure she is, Mistress,” she licked her tongue across Luna’s glistening wet toes, tasting herself and scrawled an A on Sunset Shimmer's paper. Finally, she turned to Twilight Sparkle’s geography paper. “Last one, Mistress.”

“I admire your concentration and your ability to multitask, pet.”

“Your crop is an excellent teaching tool, Mistress.” Cheerilee replied and, without even looking at Twilight Sparkle’s paper, she had absolutely no issue at all in grading it an A+ in a split second as she sucked on Luna’s toes, managing to get all five in her mouth.

Sighing with utter contentment, Luna placed Rainbow Dash’s poor excuse for ‘homework’ on the table in front of Cheerilee. Having looked at it, it was less than laughable. She did wonder what was going on with her. While never the most academic student, Rainbow had always been sufficient to earn a pass grade. Until now. “I might suggest that you give her a chance to improve what she has. The hint that failing this may damage her advancement, and her friends may be willing to help her. Of course, if she does do better, she should get nothing better than a C, as it is a second chance. You can tell her in private what she would have gotten if it was her first effort, should you feel it is better than a C.”

“Honestly?” Cheerilee sighed, “She just scrapes a D- with this, Lu. And her history's just as bad. And don’t get me started on her math paper…” she sighed once more and shuddered, “Unfortunately, "Adagio did it," is not reason enough for why the First World War started.”

Gently, Luna moved both of her feet to run along her pet’s sides lightly without tickling her. “You may be right. It might take failure for her to seek help and to take the last year of school seriously.”

“MmMMMMmmmm th-there is always Miss Sparkle.” Cheerilee panted, “I believe she would make an excellent tutor for her,” she giggled, “I’m sure she could teach all my classes right now.”

“I'm sure there is some rule against that,” Luna giggled, though she saw where her girlfriend was coming from. The Sparkle girl was fiercely intelligent. “Now that task is done…” she withdrew her feet and scooted along the couch so that she was resting against one end. Somehow her skirt was up around her middle. “I don't think my feet received enough attention earlier. Could you rectify that?”

“Yes Mistress!” Cheerilee had a look on her face like her Christmas and birthday had both come early as she got up off the floor and straddled Luna’s waist, sitting atop her with her back facing the older woman. Before she could be told again, she lifted up both of Luna's feet and, pressing them together, popped both big toes in her mouth.

Laying on her back, her head supported by the leather couch’s armrest, Luna was content to stroke Cheerilee’s ass and now and again let her fingers slip between her sopping labia. The submissive teacher sat on her moaned with sheer lust as she did so, the lusty noise escaping her lips while her toes were being worshipped.

Cheerilee was of course leaking quite profusely as she licked and sucked on her Mistress's feet. She could taste the slight sweaty flavour as well as the soap she used to shower, and she ground herself on Luna’s fingers. She knew that in this position, the dominant woman was content to let her have her fun. But… “Mmmmm Mi-Mistress, I-I'm getting close Mistress!”

“Then back up a bit,” Luna ordered sharply, swatting her pet’s ass cheeks for good measure. “For I need some attention to something other than my feet. Once we have our release, you can lavish your attention on them.” Cheerilee did as she was told, and as she slid backwards up Luna’s body, she came to rest with her pussy inches from her face and her face close to her Mistress’s tunnel.

Ten minutes later, when both women had climaxed into each other’s faces – Cheerilee’s orgasmic scream thankfully muffled by Luna’s thighs – they were panting into each other’s damp crotches. “You are truly delicious, my pet.” Luna complimented her, licking her lips one last time.

Cheerilee, who had reached her orgasm first, but only something like thirty seconds before Luna had experienced her own, sighed happily, “Thank you Mistress...I-I'm sorry I couldn't control myself, Mistress.”

Casually, Luna played with her fingers. “Your stamina is lacking. What should I do about that?”

“But...But your feet, and your tongue!” Cheerilee whined, well aware that she had been very naughty indeed, tried to excuse herself. After a moment though she quietened down, knowing that these excuses wouldn’t fly with her Mistress. “I-I recommend a punishment, Mistress.”

“Should I make it severe?” Luna asked, gazing lovingly over the old scars that criss-crossed Cheerilee’s ass and upper thighs. She remembered causing every single one. She also remembered the pleasured moans that had accompanied each scar. “Like no sucking my toes for a month?”

Cheerilee whimpered and almost cried, especially when she heard the smile in her lover’s voice. She could, and would, carry through with such a threat, but only when she had been very, very bad. “A-As you decide, Mistress...o-or maybe make it so I can't sit for a day?”

Underneath her pet, Luna thought about it for a moment. Leelee hadn’t been nearly bad enough to remove her foot privileges. She then inspected her back, her ass and her thighs. She saw the welts from their last session had all healed nicely, as had some of the scars faded. She could then safely add more to her collection. “You did do good work on your grading, so I could go easy on you.” She giggled, “Stand up!”

Cheerilee was up in a flash, standing in the 'ready' position, feet shoulder width apart and hands behind her back gripping her forearms so fast that Luna thought she had teleported there from the couch. Getting up, Luna slowly stood and moved over to the middle of the living room where there was space and wordlessly she pointed to a spot in front of her. “Yes Mistress.” Cheerilee got the message and walked over, standing ready where indicated.

Nodding with satisfaction, Luna walked back to where her shoulder bag was waiting by the couch, leaving her pet where she was. She called out, “Do I need to tie you to the ceiling so you stay in place, or do you think you can do so without me doing that?”

“I can stay in place Mistress!” Cheerilee called back from where she was stood. She knew it was a test of her ability and, as such, she didn't move an inch. If anything, she gripped her forearms behind her back, standing up ever straighter.

In short order, Luna returned from her brief forage in her shoulder bag with her chosen items in hand. She had selected their favourite things; a dark blue crop and paddle in her left hand was almost mandatory. In her right hand she held a ball gag and a leather eyeless hood that had an O shaped hole for her pet’s mouth. She walked around Cheerilee, running the crop freely over her body. “I'm very proud of you, pet.”

Cheerilee stood unmoving in the 'ready' position, her head up, her eyes forwards, legs spread and arms behind her back, biting her lip as her body was caressed by the crop. She knew she had healed from the last time. She was eager to add new scars to her collection of mementos. “Thank you Mistress!” she answered promptly. ‘She's proud of me!’ she thought as her breasts were groped and her piercings were tugged lightly.

“Does my pet enjoy being naughty?” Luna asked as she brought the crop down, the end slapping the crescent moon nipple piercings her girlfriend had chosen to wear tonight. She had appreciated the gesture.

“Ngggh...” Cheerilee winced but didn’t move. “Y-Yes Mistress, I do.”

Luna appreciated the honesty of her pet and girlfriend. To show it she swung the crop and delivered two more hard slaps, striking low on each fuchsia ass cheek. Were she displeased, she crop would have struck lighter. “Does my pet think I enjoy her being naughty?”

“AAH...AH!” Cheerilee grimaced with each strike, said fuchsia ass turning a dull red from the four hits. “No, my Mistress likes a well behaved pet.”

Moving in close, Luna kissed Cheerilee hard on the mouth and she bit her lower lip but not hard enough to draw blood. “Maybe I do, and maybe I don't,” she giggled before putting a little distance between them once more. “But I do love,” she swung the crop and it neatly smacked the front of her pet’s groin, “you.”

Cheerilee breathed through the intense pain that flourished in her crotch and, though she grimaced, she made a curious mix of a grunt and a moan as her groin was slapped, moisture swiftly leaking down her thighs. She didn’t have to look to know there was a crop shaped welt that covered her clitoral hood. “I know you love me, that is never in doubt, Mistress.”

“Good pet,” Luna smiled as she sensuously rubbed her clothed body against Cheerilee’s naked body. “You should never forget that.” She smiled sweetly, swiftly delivering two more crop strikes to the centre of each of her ass cheeks.

“Never, Mistress!” Cheerilee replied, looking Luna dead in the eyes. She bit her lip and moaned, her eyes fluttering just a little.

Moving around her pet now and, from behind her where she couldn’t see, Luna flipped the crop so that she could slide the handle between her open legs and grind it up into her slit. Her other hand roughly groped her reddened ass. “That’s good to know.” Standing up, the taller dominant woman gave her submissive a hickey low on her neck.

“Mmmmm aaah~aaaAAH!” She gasped, Cheerilee’s legs trembling as her ass was groped, she gave a slight hiss of pain when Luna’s fingernails grazed over where the crop had struck. She tilted her head to one side, so that her Mistress had better access to her neck. “Thank you Mistress.”

Once the hickey was completed, Luna licked the fresh mark and she left the crop where it was, between Cheerilee’s legs as she moved around her once more to pull and pinch a nipple. She looked down. “What have we here?” she asked, her hands sliding down her body, squatting to look at the bit of handle poking out from between her legs. She licked the handle and the slit above it. “You are a very naughty pet.”

All this time, Cheerilee hadn’t moved her hands from behind her back. She knew better than that. She also knew Luna loved not having to tie her up to get her immobile. “I'm...HMmmmmMMmmmMmmm I'm your naughty pet, Mistress!” she squeaked, very aware how lewd it must look with the handle between her legs like it was.

“You are, my love, and I'd have it no other way.” Luna smirked, reaching down between Cheerilee's legs to take the crop and manoeuvre the handle around so that she could insert it into her pet’s sopping wet tunnel of love while her tongue continued to lick away at her slit.

Cheerilee, who was still looking straight ahead, was only aware of the crop's entrance into her entrance when it actually went inside her. “Eeeeep!” was all she could say to that, her freely running juices moistening Luna's tongue like water running from a faucet and her knees buckled from the pleasure.

Grinning, knowing she had her just where she wanted her, Luna pulled the crop out and used it to slap the back of one thigh. Hard. “Steady pet.” She ordered simply as she reinserted it inside her welcoming snatch. Admonishment administered, she got back to licking.

“Mmmmm! S-Sorry Mistress!” She jumped a little with the strike to her thigh. It wasn’t often Luna hit her there. She bit her lip and tried very hard to think of grading papers and handing out detention slips to keep from cumming without permission.

“My pet was slow to grade her papers.” Luna pronounced her verdict on her girlfriend’s efforts as she stood, taking her crop with her and using the wet handle to play with Cheerilee's mouth.

Hearing that though, the fuchsia skinned submissive let out a little whimper as the sensations at her crotch ceased and, subconsciously she licked her own juices from the crop. “Some of them were harder to grade than others, Mistress!”

Luna however was not buying it. “Not an excuse! You are a very intelligent pet.” Swiftly, she moved the crop away from her lips, wrapping it around to deliver a very hard strike high on her waiting butt cheek. “It is just a part of you being naughty to delay things when I got here.”

Cheerilee was about to protest that it really wasn't an effort to be naughty at all, that grading Rainbow Dash's history and geography papers alone had been a real chore and had taken her a lot longer than expected, when she smiled and played along with the game. “AAAAH!” she yelped, “M-Myy Mi-Mistress is correct...”

Quickly, Luna struck the other ass cheek. “Of course I am!” she interrupted her and, kissing her hard, she forced her tongue into her pet’s willing mouth. Cheerilee's whimper of pain was swiftly silenced by the tongue invading her mouth, one she freely allowed inside. She lifted up on her tiptoes with the last strike, feeling her ass getting very warm indeed.

As Luna kissed her, she dragged the crop slowly along Cheerilee’s naked back, over her ass and her legs, never stopping. Cheerilee shivered every time the crop touched her skin, anticipating a strike that didn't come, whimpering into Luna's mouth almost begging for it. She obliged. The crop proceeded to fall in rapid secession, all the strikes were strong hits, but none had the force of a single full strike. From her lower back to her lower thighs, she never stopped kissing and she didn’t take aim.

After ten such strikes, Cheerilee lost herself to the overstimulation of the endorphins and she accidentally bit Luna's tongue. Pulling back from the kiss that was at last released, she let out a pained and pleasured moan of sheer bliss. Her ass and back were now criss-crossed with angry red lines.

Luna took a moment to check herself for blood before fetching her pet two very, very hard strikes on both ass cheeks for daring to bite her. She was lucky there was no blood. “AaaaAAOOOW!” she revelled in Cheerilee’s pleasured moan that had a teeny bit of pain to it, noticing that her ass was now a bright angry red.

Smirking at her handiwork, Luna leant forward and bit her left nipple hard, even pulling at the piercing with her teeth. When Cheerilee squealed in pain, she bit harder. She turned the crop around so that now the handle struck her ass like a cane. “GAaaaAAAH! OOooOOOooOOOW!” Cheerilee let out the loudest, most agonized scream as the ‘cane’ hit just where her ass met her thighs. That alone sent juices running down her thighs. “Th-Thank you Mistress!”

Luna couldn’t help but giggle. She watched her girlfriend closely and judged she was almost at her limit. “I think the neighbours heard that…” she cooed, her hand now stroking the reddened behind while the other massaged the right breast. “Do you want to cum, pet?”

“Yes Mistress!” Cheerilee answered, for the moment, not caring one jot about the neighbours, she was getting more and more into the scene being played out in the stylishly modern living room of her white apartment. Just when she thought she might climax though, Luna stopped and walked away, laying back down on the leather couch, her eyes never leaving her pet. For a few seconds, Cheerilee was away in her heady haze, she didn't really figure out something was amiss until Luna sat down. She did see hood and the gag next to her though. As much as she wanted to move, wisely she remained in her position. “Mi-Mistress!” she whined, “why did you stop?”

Silently, imperiously, Luna beckoned Cheerilee to come to her with a finger. Obediently she walked over, her arms still in place behind her back. “You are a bit too loud,” she smiled, holding the ball gag in her hand and waiting for her to bend over so she could apply it. Quick as a flash, the naked woman bent over, her mouth open ready and a blush on her cheeks to match her ass. She was about to speak when Luna silenced whatever she was going to say with the ball of the gag. “I want to watch you so I'll hold off on this…” she left the hood on the couch. “You may fuck my foot ‘till you cum, and I want to hear you cum.”

“Aaank ooou Iiiithress....” Cheerilee slurred her reply, adding drool to the sheen of sweat on her chin and chest. As she got into position, Luna used the foot that her pet didn’t mount to play with the ball gag. In position, Cheerilee ground herself on Luna's left foot, getting all the toes inside her. Up and down she went, time and time again, over and over she fucked herself on the whole foot until, with a very loud and muffled scream, she tapped herself and climaxed, squirting all over her Mistress’s foot.

“Well done pet, very well done, but now you must clean my foot.” Luna smirked, not surprised at all anymore that Cheerilee had managed to get all her toes inside her to that extent. Removing herself from said foot, Cheerilee staggered and dropped to her knees, leaning forwards so the gag could be removed. Luna did so love how she kept her hands behind her back like they were bound. “Hmm, should I remove the gag for you?”

“Eeeth eeease, Iiiithress…” she slurred, knowing far better than to try and remove it herself.

For a moment, Luna considered making her keep the gag in place. Then, she wiggled her toes in her face. “They do need to be clean. Very well.” She sat up and unbuckled the drool soaked gag.

“Thank you Mistress!” Cheerilee panted with barely contained lust as she went after the wet foot with a vigour, licking up and down the bridge to Luna's toes glistening toes. Using her crop, the dominant Vice Principal stroked Cheerilee's ass and she added a few light love taps to urge her along when she gave a good moan. In short order, she had the top and the sole of Luna's 'fucking foot' sparkling clean, lingering just a moment on the wiggling toes, letting out a moan with each love tap.

Once she was done with the left foot, she then started on the other, the one covered in drool from her gag. Sat on the couch, Luna didn’t increase the pace of the taps, but she did increase the strength, as she thought she could judge her girlfriend’s tolerance, and she wanted to take her all the way to the edge. “UuuUUUuuuuuh...” Cheerilee’s eyes rolled and she paused in her licking of the drool covered foot, shuddering as the strikes start to really hurt.

Luna, thinking she could get one more in before Cheerilee used her safe word, delivered a particularly hard strike to her lover’s breasts, hard enough to ping the piercings and then she thought she could get in another. Cheerilee actually took both hits before it became too much. Suddenly she dropped the foot and, with both hands flat on her carpet, she bowed and used her safe word, sobbing as she did so.

Seeing the submissive posture before she heard the word, Luna was quickly off the couch and on the carpeted floor, hugging and kissing her pet. “You've really done very good, my pet. You have shown your love for me and I will continue to show my love for you.”

Still sobbing as she was kissed and hugged, Cheerilee could barely speak. “I-I wanted to take it Mistress, the pain, it was beautiful, it was just too much, I’m sorry…”

“Which is why you tell me when I cross that line. I was ready to stop, but I couldn't let you down and give up on you.” The dominant Mistress was absent from Luna’s voice, in its place was the tone of one lover caring for another.

“You never do, Lu, never.” Cheerilee nuzzled Luna's cheek and she kissed her suddenly fretting lover. “You were perfect.”

“Not as perfect as your ass.” Luna replied, returning the kiss with one of her own. “You know, I was thinking of spending the night, but now I'm having second thoughts.”

“Oh?” Cheerilee knelt up, a heady smile on her face, “You know you're welcome, love.”

Somewhat unexpectedly, Luna laughed. “It used to be easy to wind you up, but now you just take what I say in stride.” She giggled, “I told Tia I was spending the night, so now she thinks...”

Cheerilee wasn’t stupid. She could see where this particular train of thought was headed. “Now she thinks you're out the way and she can do unspeakably kinky things with her new 'gentleman friend'."

In a very passable attempt at imitating Rarity, Luna went over all dramatic. All that was missing was a fainting couch and maybe vanilla ice cream. “It is our mission to protect my sister from the unspeakable!” Unfortunately, she couldn’t hold it for long and she giggled. “That would be us saying anything as we spy on her.”

“You're really going to spy on your sister?” Cheerilee asked, levelling a most deadpan look at her girlfriend.

Luna sniffed defensively. “My prying searches for this Moonsilver have turned up nothing but negative! I must pry! Plus just saying 'covert operation' sounds sexy.”

Cheerilee sighed. She knew she couldn’t hold off the one-woman snooping machine forever. “I'll admit I am curious about Tia's 'gentleman friend'. She wouldn't give me anything in terms of details when she was in the hospital. I get she wants to keep her cards close to her huge chest, but seriously her vagueness does worry me, Lu.”

That was all the go-ahead Luna needed. She looked her lover over with a critical eye. “School girl for you, I think. No underwear. I'm good as is.” With a little bow, Cheerilee went off to her closet to get changed. She came back wearing something that wouldn’t look out of place in Crystal Prep Academy, albeit with a scandalously short skirt and a ridiculously tight top. Luna liked that look. A lot. “I'm driving, as I have nice 'soft' leather seats.”

“Hmmm, I think I need soft seats. We really did a number on my ass…and my thighs, and my back.” She joined Luna in her giggles, secretly glad she didn’t have to sit in class for the duration of the holidays. “Strange though, how almost everything I own is dark blue.”

“Leelee, I don't buy your clothes.” Luna giggled yet again, “I admit that I might influence your choices though.”

“You just like owning me!” she kissed her girlfriend’s lips, “not that I complain. Now, you will drive sensibly, right?”

Luna carefully selected and performed eye roll number two. “The points on my license say that I will.” As much as she loved opening up her Audi R8, she knew she couldn’t.

“It’s good that you're learning, albeit slowly.” Cheerilee giggled and opened the door to her apartment, holding it so that they could start their super-secret spy mission.

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“Moonsilver,

I believe I will address you as Master, from here on. Thank you for your note, it was a balm indeed to see your words.

I have found out many things about the thing we discussed in my dream. In two days, Friday, I will collect my new choker. I should like to meet you in the forest, on a trail that I can reach, for you to place it upon my neck.

Yours, Celestia, or Celly, if you'd prefer.

Ps, please can I have the object back that Rehanos took?”

Putting her signature on her reply letter, Celestia rolled it up and placed it in the message tube. Making sure the cap was on tight at the end, she taped it onto the outside of her window. For a long few moments she stayed by the window in the hope that Rehanos would come back.

As five minutes became ten and ten became twenty however, she realised the snake eagle wasn’t coming back any time soon. With a sigh she turned back to her stained bed and saw the fuchsia coloured magic wand laid there all alone. One thought ran through her mind.

“How in the hell am I going to explain this to Luna?”

Celestia found herself asking that question over and over again. How exactly was she going to explain away the loss of her sister’s new dildo, without some awkward questions being asked? Questions that she wasn’t exactly comfortable in answering, not without betraying the fledgling relationship she had with Moonsilver. That was the last thing she wanted. He was the one ‘person’ in a very long time that made her feel attractive, desirable and wanted.

Now, alone in her room in her villa, Celestia was at something of a loss as to what to do. Yes, she had sent the reply back with Rehanos, but there was no guarantee of when or if he would deliver it, it seemed. Furtively, she cast a glance at the three magical stones that currently resided on her dresser.

Mind made up, she heaved herself to her feet and hobbled over to the dresser and snatched up the three stones. As she did so, she caught sight of her naked body in her full length mirror. It took a moment before she realised that for once, she was not repulsed by what she saw looking back at her. Yes, it was the same fifty something something year old, the same wrinkles on her face, the same large sagging breasts, pudgy pot belly and wide hips, but also there was something else.

“Moonsilver loves this…” she told herself with a smile. “Rarity, Sunset, Luna, Berry…they all tell me I’m attractive…damn right I am!” For the first time in a very long time, Celestia appreciated what looked back at her in the mirror. She savoured it, spreading her legs to admire her new smooth look. To say she was north of fifty, she wasn’t that bad. She fancied Moonsilver had a hand in that.

With Moonsilver in mind, she made her way back to her bed. She left the note from him on her dresser and flopped down on her duvet. She slid the three stones, dreams, language and healing, into her cast where they were pressed tight against her skin. Yes, she had been warned not to over-use the dream stone, but this was rather urgent.

Moonsilver, in his room in the tree dwelling he shared with his father and sister, settled in for the night. His thoughts, as always of late, were over the human, Celestia. He found himself more and more thinking of that woman. She had invaded his life, his thoughts and his dreams. That, combined with restless thoughts of the closedmindedness of his kin made sleep difficult. A warming of his dream stone though let him know that Celestia was using hers. With a giddy smile – he would never admit to his sister he smiled giddily - he relaxed on his bed and allowed sleep to overtake him.

In a few moments since she closed her eyes, Celestia was back in the Everfree Forest, standing on the dirt road that led up from the Camp Everfree parking lot to the forest proper. A look about her person told her she was dressed in what Luna affectionately called her ‘My First Explorer’s’ outfit of khaki brown shirt and shorts, knee length socks and sensible walking boots. That was expected. What she wasn’t expecting, as she walked up the path in the sunny summer evening, was to find her ‘dream-self’ was ‘her’, as she looked now, rather than the twenty year old image of perfection she had used last time.

What was also unexpected was that she wasn’t perturbed by this. After all, this real her was the ‘her’ that Moonsilver loved, so it was what she loved, too.

Using his dream stone to enter Celestia’s dream, Moonsilver took his time to sense her presence in the dreamscape. Like before, he used the skill he possessed with the stone, he found a position to hide and observe what his beautiful human would do. Celestia, unaware she was, for the moment being watched, walked up the path and hiked up to Eagle's Point where she had the fall accident. Curiously, Moonsilver watched to see if she would fall again. 'That would be one way to get my attention,’ he thought to himself.

Celestia though did not fall, not this time. At the summit of Eagle’s Point – nowhere near as high as Lookout Point – she dropped her pack and used it to sit on, glancing down into the gorge and at the beautiful view of Camp Everfree below her looking like a painting in the evening sunset. How she longed to make this scene a reality! “C'mon Moonsilver...I need you!”

Though he was nearby now, near enough to hear her and be heard, Moonsilver stayed hidden in the trees. He if she really looked, she would see him though, she could see through the magic that concealed them. “What is it you need?”

Quickly, Celestia looked around and smiled, immediately seeing the pale grey centaur standing behind her. “Moonsilver! I need to speak with you, about Rehanos, and your message.”

Moonsilver considered this as he walked out from behind the trees to Celestia’s rear. That would explain why she was here in the dream realm again so soon. “I'm glad he delivered it. By chance, did you reply?” He tried very hard not to sound too eager. He failed.

“I did!” Celestia didn’t even bother to not sound like a love drunk teenager. That’s how he made her feel, and she loved it. “I answered straight away.”

“He hasn't seen fit to deliver it yet.” Moonsilver replied, walking swiftly he closed the gap between them and sat down next to her. For a few moments he was content to enjoy the view that stretched below them. “Have you cast a spell over me, Aphrodite?”

“If I have, then it is the same one you cast on me,” Celestia smiled warmly. ‘Aphrodite...that confirms it. Greek! I knew it was Greek!’ still smiling, she nestled into his strong muscular side, “Master.”

Moonsilver snorted through his nose at the touch of her skin and her hair against his body. “You vex me, woman.” He nuzzled the top of her head. “So small, and so frail, and too few limbs, but you hold my heart better than Medusa holds her treasure.”

Celestia smiled warmly at that, her heart seemed to soar in her breast. “I am pleased to hear that.” Now that she knew the centaurs were based somewhere within Greek, as she suspected, she drew upon her teaching past and cleared her throat. “Έχω σαμπουάν αγιόκλημα, όπως ζητήσατε.”

Moonsilver tilted his head, rather impressed that she had gotten the honeysuckle shampoo just like he had asked of her. “Are you okay,” he asked, “is something stuck in your throat?” he couldn’t help the small smile that played at the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, Celestia’s smile faded like mist on a morning meadow, so worried was she that she got it wrong, then she saw Moonsilver's face. “Don't tease!” she squeaked, playfully swatting his shoulder.

“Λατρεύω τη μυρωδιά του αγιόκλημα και την ομορφιά των ανθών αχλαδιών, αλλά ούτε συγκρίνεται με εσάς.” Moonsilver said softly, for he did love the scent of honeysuckle and the beauty of pear blossoms, but neither compare to the beauty sat next to him now. “How long have you studied the ancient language?”

“You like Pear blossom hmm?” Celestia smiled broadly, making a mental note about it. “Before I was the Principal of my school, I taught languages. And I vacationed in Greece. Your kind were there at one time, right?”

“Legends say it was the first place we came to in this world.” Moonsilver’s soft deep voice turned hard. “Time though betrayed us as did the humans. They change kings too often and seek to slaughter each other. Our friends left and our enemies moved in. We have scattered over this world since that time, travelling through the Great Forest.”

“I thought your language sounded familiar the first time I heard it. I just wasn't sure. I was in a bit of pain as I recall.”

Moonsilver tapped her cast lightly. “Seems to have stiffened up since then.”

“Just a little.” Celestia giggled, “The doctor's say I'm healing okay, in a couple of months I'll be able to wear a soft cast.”

Moonsilver nodded, taking in what she had said. “So then you will be able to come see me without the stones?”

“Yes, my love.”

“You have me now, Celly.” He bent his head and passionately kissed her lips long and hard, “What would you have of me?”

“I would have my love and my Master, like Helios has the sky.”

Moonsilver's kisses moved down Celestia’s cheek and to her slender neck. Once there, he slowly unbuttoned her brown khaki shirt. “I can take this only as far as you let me.”

“I understand, Moonsilver.” Celestia didn’t stop him or try to help, she well remembered the last time she tried and was told not to help or take his job from him. She shivered in the sun as her bare skin was exposed.

“You insist on hiding your beauty…” Moonsilver muttered and nuzzled his muzzle in between the huge fleshy mounds that were her breasts, barely held in by her bra as he continued to unbutton the rest. “Do you truly, Celestia. I have come to your dream world, and you are in control. Maybe one day you'll learn to walk the worlds and come to mine.”

“I'll learn if you teach, Master.” Celestia shivered in pure delight, not only because her large fleshy breasts were set free from her bra, her open top revealing her bit of a belly, but because just calling Moonsilver ‘Master’ excited her to no end. “Έρχομαι σε σας, όπως είμαι.”

His large pale grey muzzle could easily take in one of her large breasts. A reward for her coming to him as she was. He appreciated that. As he lets go, he said, “Δέχομαι όλα όσα προσφέρεις.” Readily accepting all that she had to offer.

“AAaaaAH!” Celestia moaned when her Master’s hands moved down her body, sliding into the front of her khaki shorts. She arched her back and gasped aloud as her shorts were undone, for she had on no underwear and she was freshly shaven now. “M-Master that feels good!”

Moonsilver slid his fingers inside the garment and in one motion he pulled her shorts down to her boots where she stepped out of them. He surveyed her for a moment. “You have less fur between your legs than I remember.” He silenced her retort with a kiss. “Do you believe you can take me in?”

“I believe in my dream I can.” She replied once the kiss was broken, though she blushed hard. “In the waking world we may have to work up to it, Master.”

Snorting out a laugh, Moonsilver rolled onto his side so that she could see his stallionhood already emerging from its sheath. “Yes, you can work up to this. Now, how do we go about this? I don't think you can stand like a centaur would.”

The instant he rolled over, Celestia’s eyes went very wide and her mouth hung comically open, staring at Moonsilver's fifteen inch cock for a good few long minutes before she was able to respond in any meaningful way. When she did, all that came out was, “Oh merciful lord!” It really was as big as she imagined it was. She knelt down and stroked both of her hands along his mottled dark grey length.

Laid down on his back on the short grass, Moonsilver allowed Celestia to work in what way she saw fit. Once she had stroked him hard and erect for a few moments, in which time he grew even bigger, she lowered her head and took a long slow lick all the way up his shaft and all around the tip. The pale grey centaur responded as it bounced a little and stiffened all the more. He ran a hand gently through her flowing hair. “I've been touched by the Goddess herself.”

“Sweet talk gets you everywhere…” she winked seductively before taking the flat head in her mouth, sucking as far down as she could reach. Moonsilver was more than happy to lay back and let Celestia be in complete control. Now, it wasn’t well known, but she had sucked her share of dicks in her younger, wilder days before she was a Principal and grew old. She put her old skill to use and, once it was wet and lubed up, she straddled her Master's belly and lowered herself back. “I want you, Master.”

“Με είχες από την ώρα που είδα το φως να λάμπει στο πρόσωπό σου. Είμαι δικός σου μέχρι την enternal νύχτα cliams όλα.” Moonsilver said by way of reply. He meant every word, too. Celestia had him from the first time he had seen the light shine on her face. He was hers until the eternal night claims all.

“Είμαι δικός σου, τώρα και για πάντα,” Celestia replied, that she was his, now and forever as she lowered her pussy, spearing herself on Moonsilver's iron hard cock. The moment it entered her, spreading her wider than ever before, she threw her head back and moaned, “AAaaaAH yeeeees!”

Moonsilver bucked his hips into her at first, but he soon settled down to let her take control of the ride. Almost straightaway, Celestia began bouncing up and down on his length, going down and down until his head tapped her cervix. She was rather vocal in this ride, screaming quite healthily as her large breasts rippled and bounced with each motion. “Shout my name!” Moonsilver ordered.

“MOONSILVER!” she screamed aloud, riding him harder and faster, “I love you Master!”

Moonsilver had both hands of his pet’s bountiful breasts, “Celestia! Goddess of my Heart!”

Every 'thrust' now had his head tapping her cervical wall. She was quickly losing herself in the heat of the moment. “Moonsilver! I love you soooo much MOOOOOONSILVER!”

In the dark of the night, back in the waking real world, Luna and Cheerilee had been skulking outside Celestia’s bedroom window – unable to see in thanks to the drawn drapes – and they had heard her screams. Concerned, they had gained access to the villa and burst into the bedroom to see Celestia alone and asleep on her bed. Keeping her voice low, Cheerilee whispered, “I heard her screaming, but she's asleep…” she gestured at Celestia who was writhing naked on the bed, a wetness between her legs.

Unconvinced, Luna scanned the dark room to be sure they were alone. Once she was sure it was just them three, she relaxed and spotted the paper on the dresser. “Too dark to read,” she whispered as she picked it up. “I'll step into the bathroom.”

“Uh huh…” Cheerilee murmured, watching Celestia like a hawk. Her girlfriend’s sister was bucking her hips up to the air, in time with her screaming, clawing at the bedsheets like a woman possessed. After a couple of moments of this, the fuchsia submissive joined Luna in the bathroom. “That is some dream, Lu…”

“Enough to make me wish I could dream walk,” Luna agreed, pulling Cheerilee into the bathroom so that she could close the door and turn on the light without worry of waking her sister.

“Celestia,

Rehanos has graciously agreed to carry notes between us. Finding your home was an adventure in itself. First, you must remove the dream stone from contact with your skin. If you want to wear it put tape on the side touching your skin. You may use the dream stone on each Friday till we meet in person. It can be addictive however and you don’t have the skills yet to resist its call.

Second, I like the scent of honeysuckle. Consider it for your bath or shampoo.

Third, if you truly want me to be your Master then I will accept the challenge. Do not fail my expectations that you have a strong spirit, or neither of us will enjoy the play.

Till we meet in the flesh, I will see you in your dreams. Should you wish to reply, put your words on paper and inside the message tube. Leave it on your windowsill with a bit of tape to keep it in place. When Rehanos passes by he will collect the tube and bring it to me.

Moonsilver.”

Cheerilee read the note once then twice over Luna’s shoulder. While she understood it, it made precious little sense to her. “What's it mean, Lu? What's a dream stone? It sounds like she's actually with this Moonsilver...but that's impossible, right?”

Looking around the bathroom, something caught Luna’s eye. She pulled the bottle of honeysuckle shampoo off the shelf above the tub. “Well, she did buy this.”

“She's never used it before?”

“I'm her sister, Leelee, I don't question what shampoo she buys, I just ‘borrow’ it.” Again, she studied the short letter carefully. “This says to dream on Friday, but it is Wednesday. This Moonsilver must really have gotten to her. I have a pen light in my room. Let’s get that and see if she has some new jewellery, shall we?” With detective Luna in full charge, she turned off the light and opened the door.

Coming back from her own bedroom, she waited for her eyes to adjust as she listened to her sister's dreams for more details. It was very clear indeed that Celestia was in the throes off her passion, bucking her hips and moaning Moonsilver's name, saying she loves him in some different language.

Moonsilver looked up at his woman from the grassy floor of Eagle’s Point. “You are all that I hoped for and I long to touch you in the flesh, Celestia.”

After several hard bounces, she finally reached her climax and she collapsed exhausted on Moonsilver's belly. “I want to see your home in the forest, Moonsilver,” she said with a giddy smile as she nestled into his body, kissing everywhere she could reach.

When he heard that, Moonsilver paused, thinking for a moment knowing this would come. “I want you to see my home, Celly.”

“Is...Is it allowed, Master?”

Moonsilver snorted through his nose as he held his pet in his strong arms. “I'm quickly growing to not care about what is allowable. I told you that humans betrayed us in the past, but this is the present.”

“I am not other humans, Moonsilver.” Celestia whispered quietly, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder and neck. “I'd never betray your kind.”

Luna returned from her bedroom armed with a pen light and she slowly played it over Celestia’s naked body, for the moment she was laying still but she was still talking in her sleep, mumbling something about ‘allowable and Master’. She was sure to avoid her face with the light, she saw the wand she had used, but not the three gems that were inside the cast on her leg. “Looks like I'm not the only one to borrow things…” she saw nudged Cheerilee, “Check to see if she used that.” She sniffed, listening. “May just be a vivid dream.”

In the dream realm, Moonsilver clutched Celestia closer to him. “You are but one of many.”

Celestia nestled as close to her Master’s broad muscular chest as she could, squeezing her chest to his. “That is true, but I believe anything is possible. Like me loving a handsome sexy centaur.”

Picking up the toy, being careful not to wake the sleeping woman who just happened to be naked, covered in sweat and also her boss, Cheerilee gave the rounded end a sniff before nodding. “It’s definitely used, Lu.”

“Now it has cooties.” Luna only just managed to avoid laughing at the look she had just been given. They were still on the covert spy mission, after all. “You're immune to cooties, right?”

Cheerilee rolled her eyes and gave Luna a deadpan look. “Yes, Lu, I'm immune.” However, before she could question her further, her sharp teacher’s ears, sharp enough to hear a note being passed in her class, caught some of what Celestia was mumbling in her sleep. “Did...she just say centaur?”

“Of course that is possible,” Moonsilver chuckled, his hands gently stroking his pet’s long flowing multi-coloured hair, “for I am handsome and sexy, but I dare say it may be possible to love a human whose whole back half is missing and they have such tiny asses.” He snickered, thinking how much his mother, Solstice, would’ve approved of her.

Luna smirked at her girlfriend. “Good, I need to get them off so we can take care of that in my room, which I'm sure will wake my sister. She sees we have the toy and then questions can follow from there.”

“Sounds like a plan, Lu.” Cheerilee giggled. “It’s a shame to wake her though, she's having fun with this Moonsilver, whoever he is.”

“Our fun trumps her fun.” Luna stated firmly but softly in a way that said that was that and, seizing her girlfriend by the hand, almost dragged her out of her sister’s bedroom. As soon as she entered her bedroom she flicked on the blue tinted light, which illuminated the dark blue painted walls making the room look like an outdoor night time scene. She then pointed to the toy. “Lick that clean and then we can use it.”

“Yes Mistress,” she took the wand and licked it clean, making a very good show of dragging her tongue over the end. It was a unique treat to taste her girlfriend’s sister. She wasn’t going to waste it.

Walking around her definitely ‘midnight’ themed room, Luna sat on her wide dark purple bed and she hiked up her short skirt, giving Cheerilee a view to match the one that she was getting. When she finished, she asked, “So who tastes better, my sister or me?”

“You Mistress. Had I not tasted the crop already tonight, I'd have said your sister.”

Luna shook her head. “The correct answer is, Leelee tastes the best, but at least I know I'm ahead of my sister.” She giggled, “Now for me to put the toy to good use.” She held out her hand for the wand and she pointed to the bed, her intent clear. Silently, Cheerilee passed over the toy and she got on the bed on her back, her short skirt up around her waist.

Once she was in position, Luna straddled her chest, but she made sure to keep her ass high, out of reach of her mouth, just in case she was tempted. “Oh joy, she didn't kill the battery.” She lowers her head in case she had to give her a lick, but she could see she was wet enough. “Insert tab A into slot A!” she giggled as she played around the edge of her pussy with the toy.

“MmmMMMmmmm!” Cheerilee moaned, the vibrations causing her to arch her back the moment the magic wand head touched her slit.

“Beg me Leelee. Beg me to give you release.”

“Please Mistress!” Cheerilee begged immediately upon request, the submissive spreading her legs apart as wide as she could, her ass lifting off the bed thrusting up to the toy. “Please allow me to cum Mistress, please!”

Luna slid her free arm under Cheerilee's ass to keep it elevated and she slipped the rounded vibrating head of the toy wholly inside her welcoming, slick wet entrance while her thumb flicked her hard exposed nub. The effect was immediate. “PleeEEAAASE!” she quivered, her hands grasping at the bedsheets, relishing the chance to be noisy here in the relatively remote villa, “Mistress pleeeeeease!”

Smirking, Luna went at it with an abandon, the toy was on high and well inside her dripping hole. “Come my pet, come and shout the name Moonsilver for me.”

Cheerilee didn’t question the order in the slightest. She was too far gone and even if she wasn’t she wouldn' have questioned it in any event. Seconds later she squirted and shook bodily as she came hard. “AaaaAAAaaaAAAH MOOOOOONSILVER!”

“Louder pet.”

“MOOOOOOONSIIIIIIIILVEEEER!” Cheerilee screamed at the top of her lungs, giving her climax voice. She was still quivering as the toy was lodged deep in her entrance, she came a second time writhing on the bed in ecstasy. “MOOOOONSILVEEEER! MOOooooOOoooOOOOONSILVER!”

Literally just a few seconds later, a thump and a definite series of bangs were heard across the way from Celestia's bedroom. “The fuck‽” could also be heard, muffled but quite audible.

Slowing down the wand and kissing her pet's clit, Luna was very pleased indeed with the outcome of what she had done. “Very well done pet. Now, you may enjoy the moment.”

Whether she had been ordered to or not, Cheerilee was off in that happiest of happy places for the moment, she mumbled nonsensically. Several long moments after she had screamed out Moonsilver’s name though, and Celestia, a very angry looking Celestia, hastily dressed in just a long white bathrobe, threw open Luna's bedroom door so hard it hit the wall. “What. The. Fuck, Luna?”

Luna, seemingly unperturbed by the presence of her extremely angry sister stood in her doorway, slowly raised the wand to her mouth and licked it clean. “You could knock, ya know.” She pointed the wand at Cheerilee. “She is noisy, too much so for her apartment, so we came back here. Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Did you wake me?” Celestia almost snarled through clenched teeth, barely balancing on her crutches she was that angry. “Yes you woke me! You know full well you did!” she was apoplectic with rage. She had been woken from her time with her Master! She saw the wand. “And you didn't knock, did you, obviously!” When her sister gave her a questioning look, she continued, “I believe that wand was in my room?”

Now, Luna looked at the wand, studying the toy. “I got my wand from your room? Why would my wand be in your room?” she asked sweetly, knowing she had Celestia in the palm of her hand.

Usually by now, Celestia would be flustered and embarrassed by this question but right there, right then, she was too wound up. “I used it, alright?” she gestured with a hand, her bathrobe falling open and displaying the fact that she was now clean shaven between the legs. “So I got off with it. So what? You were out!”

Sat on her bed, Luna took in an eyeful. She wasn’t prepared for the view, nor was she prepared for the fire and confidence that burned through her sister like the sun burned through the sky. She approved, of both. “I like this new you. Sis, you can always borrow my toys, but there is something else I'd like to know.” She turned around and whispers in Cheerilee's ear, “whisper it again.”

Cheerilee came to for a second. “Sh-She said centaurs...and...Mo-Moonsilver…” as she slumped back on the bed, Celestia’s eyes went very wide indeed.

Luna, who was looking straight at her sister when Cheerilee spoke, saw the stunned look of shock and horror cross her white face. She knew she had her. “When we came home I heard that from the front door. I was a little concerned for my sister. It appears it was a very good dream, oh and I took my wand back for Leelee.”

“How...how do you...” Celestia sputtered, her rage ebbing almost instantly, the tall woman again returning to the meeker and subservient aspect. She wrapped the robe protectively around her like it was a suit of armour to keep out the world. “You heard...oh my…”

“I could have left the wand and used some other toy of mine, but...” Luna shrugged and patted the bed by her side. “You wanna talk about it?”

Realising she couldn’t very well refuse, now that the world’s most prying woman had the bit between her teeth and the scent of blood in her nostrils, hobbled over and sat on the bed. All she was thinking was, ‘damage control’. “I wasn't going to keep this secret, was I?”

“The way I pry?” Luna asked rhetorically, though the sadness in her sister’s voice broke her heart, “No, you weren't, but if you talk, I won't have to pry. I do worry about you. I don't mind it you're ‘me’ to this Moonsilver, or you're ‘Leelee’ to this Moonsilver. But, I do worry that this person may be using you.”

Celestia sighed, feeling very much like she was being interrogated and that her captor held all the cards. “He's not a person, Lu.” She said quietly, looking dead ahead at the blue wall of Luna's bedroom.

“Just a fantasy then?” Luna asked gently, softly, mindful of her sister’s possible mind-set.

Coming down from her post orgasmic high, Cheerilee propped herself up on her shoulder. “I told you, I heard centaur!”

Still looking ahead, Celestia’s mouth opened once then twice. Unable to even remotely think of a plausible lie, she admitted the truth. “Cheerilee's right, Luna.”

Whatever Luna had been expecting, that was not it. “Wait, you mean a horse? Horses don't make good lovers.”

“No, Lu, I don't mean a horse. I mean, centaur. Moonsilver is a centaur.”

“It is called Greek 'Mythology',” Luna actually made the air quotes as she emphasised the word ‘mythology’, “and...and...oh, yeah those girls and the school, and...are you sure this isn't just lucid dreaming?” she asked, putting her recent studies in dream therapy to use.

“I'm sure, Lu. A lucid dream doesn't send a note. You read it, I assume?”

Luna’s blush told Celestia all she needed to know as far as that was concerned. “I didn't take it, but yeah, I read it. Doesn’t really give much out, other than you want to be Leelee to this Moonsilver.” Scooting closer to the older woman, she put her hand on Celestia's shoulder. “Have you seen this centaur other than in your dreams?” she asked carefully.

Celestia nodded her head. “He saved my life when I fell in the forest the other day. He found me, returned my pack so I could call for help. It is for him that I'm having the choker made. I asked to be his submissive, Lu. He agreed to be my Master, as you saw in the note.”

“Okay,” Luna was understandably sceptical, “You know and I know that the internet is full of creeps, I could post a pic of myself as a centaur to lure someone to my clutches, or you could have written the note as some elaborate prank to get back at me…” she placed a finger on Celestia's lips before she could respond to that. “But, I believe you. So, you want me to butt out?”

No. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. She wanted her sister on side. Shaking her head and slowly removing the finger from her lips, she said, “No. I do not, Lu. It is a comfort that you care. I know we haven't always seen eye to eye on everything between us in the past,” she waved her hand about, “you and Cheerilee for instance, or that whole ‘Nightmare phase’ you went through...”

“Hey!” Cheerilee interrupted from her place on the bed, “I thought Nightmare Moon was sexy as hell! She knew how to swing a cane!”

“Yeah, sort of like Publishers Clearing House, once you start, you just can't stop.” Luna laughed and snorted over her shoulder at her girlfriend. “What, I don't know how to swing a cane?”

“Um...that's not what I meant...” Cheerilee blushed and, laying back down, she decided to shut up before she dug her particular hole any deeper. Her Luna was perfectly able to go all ‘Nightmare’ on her, should the opportunity arise.

“I should have confided in you, sister. But, Moonsilver asked me not to reveal their existence to anyone. His kind live hidden by magic in the Everfree Forest.” Celestia explained slowly, getting it arranged in her head before she spoke. “Thanks to the portal, that magic is waning. They've had dealings with humans before. Bad dealings.”

Leaning back over the bed, Luna kissed Cheerilee’s cheek. “I love you.” She then sat back up and looked at her sister, brushing her pastel green and pink – and grey, it had to be said - hair over her shoulder. “Okay, that is not in my area of expertise. You going to get that Twilight or Sunset girl involved in the portal thing? You know society would freak to find centaurs living next door.”

“Why do you think I asked Miss Shimmer...Sunset over earlier?” Celestia asked with a smile, “I asked her to look into it.” She sighed, “it appears there are centaurs in Equestria. To escape a war, some may have come here. I just can’t escape that infernal place! I went hiking to get away from all things Equestrian, now I'm in the thick of it.”

Cheerilee giggled, “She said thick!”

Luna carefully selected and utilised eye roll number four. “Seems there was no escape then. I say 'ride' it for all it's worth!” she gave her sister her best eyebrow wiggle and a most salacious wink.

“Oh shut up, Lu!” Celestia giggled, though having her support meant everything to her right then. “I'll admit I was sceptical until Sunset told me the Princess Twilight pony person pony was taking it very seriously.” Again she sighed, “I have an idea. I've replied to Moonsilver's note already. Sent it with his eagle. I asked to meet him Friday after I get the choker. Why don't you drive me?”

“Drive, don't spy, and pick you back up after you call. Not going to break your phone this time?”

“If I took a taxi, you'd only follow anyway, all Mission Impossible style.”

Helpfully, Cheerilee doot doots the Mission Impossible theme song which made Luna giggle. “You know me so well. Sure, it's a date! Go back to sleep and try to be a little less noisy, and I'll trrrrrry the same.”

Celestia took a moment to hug both Luna and Cheerilee before she hauled herself up to her feet. “I want to thank you both. It means a lot that you pry into my business like you do.” When she stood up, her bathrobe again fell wide open. This time though, she didn’t snatch it closed, seeing Cheerilee stare emboldened her to stand and soak up the attention. For Once. And it felt damn good! “I see someone's being naughty...”

“She's a pro,” Luna sniggered, “and I do like the new look. Very Smooooooooth, sis!”

Celestia blushed but still she didn’t even try and hide her old body. For the first time in a long time she flaunted herself, spreading her good leg to flash Cheerilee a clear view of her smooth pussy one last time before hobbling out on her crutches. The bedroom was silent until Luna noisily cleared her throat. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“She's hot!” Cheerilee shook her head. “Lu, did you see how hot she was?”

“Sister,” Luna said, silencing her girlfriend with a kiss. “But yeah, she is hot. Now where were we before she so rudely interrupted?” she laid down on top of Cheerilee and slowly worked her clothes off. She had better things to do with the rest of her night than think about her sister

Back in her bedroom, Celestia laid back in her bed and pulled up the duvet over her large fleshy chest. For a moment she was tempted to use the Dream Stone again, but she decided against it when, with a giggle, her hand crept between her open legs. “She's right it is smoooooth…I like it…” she was just in the process of dredging up her fantasy from earlier in the night and having a most enjoyable masturbation session when, all of a sudden and without warning, she heard a shout from her sisters room.

“Where the hell is my new toy‽”

Celestia, giggling like a schoolgirl, pulled up the duvet over her head and hoped for the best.