“Celestia,

I have received your note, but I was unable to get the item from Rehanos. Instead my friend, Honeyside has the item, but promises to return it once she meets you Saturday afternoon.

I think the best place is at the extreme north end of the lake at Camp Everfree. It is secluded and we will have privacy.”

Your Master,
Moonsilver.”

Principal Celestia read and re-read the note from her lover and Master over and over in her head as she got ready in her room. Every time she thought about it, the thought sent a warm tingle to her breasts and crotch that made her nipples harden and her womanhood moisten. ‘Today’s Saturday,’ she thought with a smile. She had a plan for that afternoon. The fifty year old smiled, surveying herself in her full length mirror.

All she had on was a pastel pink two piece bikini, scandalously skimpy by her current standards. She twirled, as much as she could do with the cast on her leg, and looked herself over. Yes, her breasts were as saggy as ever, yes her pot belly that refused all exercise was still there, as were her wide ass and the grey in her multi-coloured pastel hair.

Somehow though, she didn’t care for any of that. Her Master said she was beautiful. Her sister and Cheerilee agreed with him. Looking at herself, she didn’t feel inadequate, or past it, or like she had no right to exist looking like she did. She felt renewed. Moonsilver’s love for her had given her a love for herself. She was determined to capitalise on it.

Taking her crutches under her arms, she gave herself on last look. Leg shaved, open sandal on, hair washed, skin glowing, Celestia was surprised and impressed how good she looked. Hobbling carefully through the house she shared with her sister and occasionally with Cheerilee, she was ready to put her plan into action. It was a simple one. Go shopping to Rarity’s boutique, wearing her bikini. It was the middle of summer, after all, why shouldn’t she wear something comfortable?

‘Of course,’ she reflected as she walked along her carpeted hallway, ‘I wouldn’t have dared wear this a month ago…’ And she wouldn’t, that was the truth of it. A month ago, the thought of wearing a bikini out in public would have had her red with shame and embarrassment. A month ago she would have worn enough layers to melt a polar bear. A month ago though, she wouldn’t have been buying a choker to present to her Master. A month ago, she didn’t have Moonsilver.

“Tia?” Vice Principal Luna could hardly believe the confident looking woman that walked towards her as she sipped her morning coffee was her sister. She had become accustomed, in recent years, to thinking of her as more of a mother and she the daughter, she was so reserved. The vision that approached her was not that Celestia. This was her sister of old. She approved. “Would you like some sunscreen with that outfit?”

“Yes please Lu,” Celestia stood by the mahogany coffee table in their living room that currently held her sister’s latest coffee, no doubt the fourth mug, it was ten a.m. She stood before her younger sister who had residence on the cream leather sofa. Luna looked resplendent as ever in her fuchsia top and white knee length skirt. She was sure the open toed sandals and painted nails were to tease her pet. She was right. She did a very slow twirl in her bikini. “You um, don't think it's too much, do you?”

“A month ago I thought that one piece of yours was too much.” Luna smiled when she saw the obvious hesitation in her sister’s eyes. “Too much coverage. This,” she stood up and walked a slow appreciative circle around the older woman, “I'm proud of you sis. The sunscreen was a joke, but if you haven't put any on, it will make that broken leg seem like nothing.”

Cheerilee chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom, the fuchsia skinned teacher looking radiant as ever in a light and breezy sun yellow dress with green flowers on the bottom, as well as her ever present dark blue choker. Celestia suspected she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She was right. Again. “RawR!” was her measured comment on how her boss looked.

While Luna went to get the sunscreen, Celestia busied herself with blushing. Luna didn’t help matters by giggling like a girl. As it happened, she hadn't put sunscreen on, so she knew she’d need some. Though she blushed at Cheerilee’s comment, she didn’t change her mind. “Well, its summer,” she defended her choice of attire, “I figure I might as well enjoy it, and I’m not breaking any laws.”

“You’re not breaking any laws, but you might break a neck or two when you walk by,” Cheerilee giggled playfully while takin the time to enjoy the view she was presented with.

Fortunately, Luna returned from her bathroom with the sunscreen in hand to spare her sister’s blushes. She knew her pet meant well, but she also knew this re-emergence of her sister’s more adventurous nature was fragile as butterfly wings. One wrong joke, well intended though it may be, would see it crushed. “Hush Leelee, I'm sure her beauty will stop hearts before she passes,” she smiled, passing Celestia the sunscreen.

“Well...I'm not sure about that, Lu…” Celestia didn’t sound at all sure about her sister’s statement as she squirted the sunscreen onto her arms and chest. She did however note Cheerilee’s slightly cross eyed stare she got in response to smearing the cream into her large fleshy breasts. “But I don't care what people think, anymore!”

Though she declared it as a statement of intent, Cheerilee noted the shake in the older woman’s voice. “I got your back!” The fuchsia skinned submissive would rather have her front, but she was grateful to be this close. She took handfuls of the sunscreen and, as her Mistress didn’t stop her, rubbed it in.

“Sis, you got this.” Luna walked over and held her sister’s hands. “You going to wear a wrap? Just so you don't get that lotion on the car seats.”

Celestia though didn’t quite hear what her younger sister had said. She was quickly getting lost in the heavenly massage being applied to her back. “Mmm, did you always have such skilled hands, Leelee?” she asked with a giggle, “Are you applying sunscreen or applying for a raise?” Briefly she wondered if the spa twins had given her lessons as she looked at her sister. “I think a wrap is a good idea, Lu.”

“You have to get it into the skin, silly.” That was Cheerilee’s excuse, and she was sticking to it.

“I have a sari that would look nice if you don't have something.”

Of course she didn’t have anything! All her ‘fun’ wardrobe had been donated to shelters and charities years ago. Until very recently, Celestia hadn’t missed them, either. That part of her life was long ago. “I'll need to borrow it, thank you, sis…hmmm!” she sighed while Cheerilee worked her back, “I'm afraid I dumped this part of my wardrobe a while ago

“Not your cheerleader outfit, I hope?” Cheerilee asked with a pout just as her Mistress left to get the wrap from her closet. “Lulu still has hers.”

“I did, unfortunately, when things began drooping and expanding,” she lowered a hand to her belly and her ass as if to demonstrate just which bits of her had drooped and expanded. Sudden worry coloured her voice. “Leelee, seriously, I look okay, right?”

Before Cheerilee could answer, however, Luna returned with a colourful sari, similar to those in her sister’s hair – minus the grey – though the colours were considerably bolder. “You look fine sister, better than fine, in fact.” She then gave her pet a somewhat rueful look as she secured it around Celestia’s waist. “And I thought you like my school teacher outfit more than my cheerleader outfit?”

Cheerilee elected to blush, her hands running over Celestia’s belly making sure the sunscreen was well applied. “Mistress is right, as always.”

Celestia saw an opportunity to tease. “Would that be the schoolteacher who takes a crop to her naughty student's feet?”

“Depends on the naughty.” Luna snickered, fully enjoying her pet’s blush. “You want shotgun or chauffeured seat? Word of warning. Leelee tends to braid hair if she is in the back.”

“Shotgun, I think I look good with braided hair. We are taking my car though to go to Rarity's boutique.”

With choice made, Cheerilee lifted her hands off Celestia’s pudgy round belly and then she creeped them slowly up the tall woman’s body, their destination her two soft mountains restrained by the pink bikini top. But, before they could land on her breasts, Luna intercepted her. “Then again, I think someone may want to ride in the boot.”

Now she had the threat of riding in the boot, Cheerilee returned her hands to Celestia’s sides. “I got you covered back here.”

Celestia snickered, for she knew just where her sister’s pet’s hands were headed. Once she would have shivered away. Not anymore. “So well-behaved she is Lu! Besides, my car plays cassettes, and I'm in the mood for my Awesome Mix.”

Although Luna applied eye roll number one, she was secretly impressed and proud in equal measure. Her sister hadn’t even looked at her Awesome Mix tape since her skinny dipping days in the Whitetail Woods in the eighties with Berryshine. “It is easy to get you into your car. I'll even forgo the driver rules the radio this time. No apologies what station it is at when I pick you up.”

“Yay!” Celestia let out a delighted little squee at getting her own way and Cheerilee giggled. “Let's get going then, I don't want Rarity thinking I'm not coming.” Leaving the one storey house on the far side of Canterville, secluded amidst the trees, Celestia led the way to her battered old faded sky blue station wagon, a car she affectionately named Rosie. Cheerilee got there first though and she opened the door for Celestia to get in and closed it behind her. She then opened Luna’s door before getting in the back.

Celestia managed to get in Rosie without too much difficulty, no sooner had her sari wrapped ass touched the seat of her station wagon than she had the cassette in the machine, a giddy smile on her face. ‘I did it!’ she congratulated herself, ‘I'm outside!’ True she was outside where no-one could see, but she was outside nonetheless.

Seating herself behind Celestia, Cheerilee pulled her long flowing hair over the back of the seat. “Before or after Rarity's?” she asked as her Mistress fired up the beast and had them on their way.

“Before, please Leelee.” The white skinned woman turned the volume up, wound down her window, and hummed along as the stereo began to play "Fox on the Run". She was really enjoying this morning. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky, it was a tolerable sixty five degrees and she had her music. Life was good right then.

It was clear though that, as she drove the ancient car along the wide urban roads, Luna was tolerating the music. And, while she didn’t know the lyrics, Cheerilee bopped along to the music and braided Celestia’s hair. “Prench braid, straight braid, or two braids?”

Stopped at a red light, Luna snickered. “I'm not sure if she’s ready for Pippi Longstockings just yet.”

Cheerilee cocked her head. “Who?”

Stifling a giggle. Celestia called back, “Prench braid please.” She then proceeded to sing along quite badly to the song and laughed all the harder and her sister’s grimace. “The last time I played this, it was on Berryshine's boombox and we were swimming in Whitetail Lake.”

“Ahh,” Luna sighed when a passing motorist cut her up. She utilised a well-known hand gestured to the driver to demonstrate her displeasure, as well as a few expletives to give voice to her ire. “I remember. When mom kept me at the kiddie area of the lake.”

Cheerilee giggled and chose to not comment on her Mistress’s choice of words. “Going there now for a moonlight swim is fun. I don't mind the rule that you can’t wear any clothing as it will harm the environment.” In the front seat, Luna looked in the rear view and gave her eye roll number two.

“You weren't there when I used to sneak out at night and skinny dip in the lake, Lu.” She smiled at the look on her sister’s face, the reminder that she wasn’t always dowdy and boring. “As I recall, you used to hate the kiddie pool.”

“At least I don't have to sneak…”

“Had to sneak!” Celestia exclaimed, unashamedly interrupting her sister, “Otherwise I'd wake up a little sister who was trying to sleep in her cute little moon jammies!”

“She still has those!” Cheerilee squealed gleefully, while Luna, at the wheel of the ancient station wagon, resigned herself to a silent drive to Rarity's place. She kept telling herself her sister was back and it was worth a little tease, not that she wouldn’t get her back another time.

Giggling, Celestia was rather enjoying tormenting her sister. “And she had this rattle with a crescent moon top she used to wave in the air,” she then went on to do a passable imitation of Luna's baby voice. “I'm da moon pwincess! You’ll obey me!”

In the back seat behind Celestia, Cheerilee’s giggles evolved into full on laughter and Luna, unable to stay silent any longer, muttered, “I do have the baby albums at home, you know.”

“Those are so cute!”

Celestia was quick to join in the good natured laughter in the car. “I remember we all had to be her subjects. That was fun, Lu. Do you still have Crescent? Your little teddy?” she glanced over her shoulder to explain to the fuchsia skinned submissive braiding her never ending hair, “he was her jester.”

Feeling like she was on a roll, and quite happy and prepared to pay for it later, Cheerilee continued to tease her lover. “Do you mean the black teddy bear? You don't go into her bedroom enough, Tia.”

“That's the one!” Celestia chortled with glee, “She used to take him everywhere with her. And I mean, everywhere.”

“He does look well loved. I'm not to play with him as that would be a very bad naughty.”

“And quite right too, Leelee. Daddy made us those teddies.” She thought immediately of her own teddy bear, kept away safe in her closet, which was Crescent’s big brother.

Luna gave her sister an arched look. “You still keeping Sunny in the closet?”

“You now what? I think he might sit on my dresser from now on.” The only reason she kept her treasured and beloved bear in the closet in the first place was that Luna, while in her Nightmare Moon phase, once pulled his head off one time but, given that they were all having a good time, she wasn’t going to remind her of that.

Luna smiled a very wide smile as she checked on her pet’s progress in the rear view mirror. “You done yet Leelee, or do I need to drive around the block one more time?” she had driven past the boutique once already, but the hyena twins in the car with her hadn’t noticed.

“I’m done, Mistress. It is nice to play with. You have good conditioner, Tia.”

“Lulu has good conditioner. I just steal it.”

Luna giggled at that. “I think we steal each other's stuff all the time, even if it is the same stuff.”

“Toothbrushes?” Cheerilee asked, to which she got pointed silence from her Mistress at the wheel.

Celestia shrugged as Luna turned the corner and Rarity’s Carousel Boutique came into view just a little further along the street. “You steal my shampoo. I steal your conditioner!” she giggled, though a new slew of nerves settled in the pit of her gut when she saw the few people walking up and down the street. “And, I'm not telling what else we steal. You'll have to use your imagination!”

Again, Luna chose to roll her eyes at that. She drove up and pulled into an empty parking space on the street by the sidewalk. “We are here,” she caught the look of nervous hesitation on her sister’s face and decided to step on it quickly. “All of us are going in.”

“I'll just jump out, faster than a speeding snail…” Celestia muttered, grateful that Cheerilee opened her door for her and offered her hand for leverage. The cool breeze that was blowing this summer morning had the necessary effect on Cheerilee’s and Luna’s chest, nipples hardening under the yellow dress and fuchsia top respectively. Then again, glancing down, Celestia saw her own were like bullets inside her bikini top.

‘I can do this…I can do this!’ she thought over and over, her ‘brave face’ firmly in place like a mask as she cast nervous furtive glances to either side of her. Just then, two young male teens walked out of the boutique holding hands. Celestia recognised them from CHS, and was about to die of embarrassment, a hundred excuses on her lips, when they just walked past the three of them like it was just another day.

“I wonder how busy she is?” Luna asked, sparing the loved up young couple a generous smile that they may not have received in school. Then again, they weren’t in school.

‘I can do this!’ buoyed by the reaction, or more by the lack thereof from Sandalwood and Microchip, Celestia repeated her internal mantra and took the plunge. “Let's find out, after you, Lu, age before beauty.”

“In that case,” Luna glanced at Cheerilee and straightaway the submissive woman took the unspoken cue. She closed Rosie’s passenger door and, after her Mistress had locked it with her key fob – one of the few modern things the old car had – she led the way to the boutique with Luna following close behind. “Do try to get in before closing time, sister.”

Rolling her eyes at her sister’s snark, Celestia responded with a well-timed raspberry and a, “Oh ha ha, I'm coming, pwincess…” she got on her way, rather well practised now on her crutches.

“Good that you know your place. I have my Major Domo leading and my train carrier trailing!” Luna giggled and, when Cheerilee opened the door to let a women out, she held it open for them to enter ahead of her.

The woman, neither of whom any of the three recognised, paused when she saw Celestia stood in her pastel pink bikini and colourful sari wrap. “Oh,” she beamed, “I'll have to come back tomorrow for some beach wear.”

Blushing ever so slightly, Celestia nonetheless smiled politely at her and, when she walked away to continue her day, she followed her younger sister into the boutique with a nod of thanks to Cheerilee who had scooted off to stand beside her Mistress. Inside, it was just as the Principal remembered from a few days ago. Clothes festooned every wall, racks of styles, fashions and lines were everywhere. Most of it escaped her, a fact she wasn’t ashamed of. What drew her eye though, was a small family chatting with Rarity by a line of summer wear.

While the father and mother were talking away, the daughter looked extremely bored indeed. Luna decided she could find what she wanted on her own. “Leelee, come help me pick out some open toe heels.” They then both headed over to the shoe area, with Cheerilee looking like she had been granted an early birthday present.

When she glanced at the three newcomers, the little girl, who looked to Celestia to be no older than ten at the most, tugged on her mother’s arm. “I want to go swimming.”

“Later, dear.” Her mother dismissed her with a wave without even looking at whom her daughter was pointing.

Watching Luna and Cheerilee wander off, Celestia decided to make her way around the store. At times like this she wished she understood fashions and trends and such like. She saw, amongst the clothes on the pegs, things similar to what she used to wear in her wilder days. She smiled at the memory of those times. ‘Daybreaker’ had been her nickname back then, when she ran with Berryshine’s gang. She still had a photo somewhere, of her, Berry, Roseluck, Chiffon Swirl – before she became Cup Cake, Cookie Crumbles, Windy Whistles and Pear Butter skinny dipping in Whitetail Lake. Fun times.

As Celestia walked around the racks, she drew the attention of the family with Rarity. The mother, a textbook prude, looked at her and then immediately looked away. The dad though, stared at her for far too long and he got a short, sharp elbow in the ribs for his trouble. “Yes,” Rarity giggled when she too saw what the distraction was, “I'll have her dress ready by Wednesday for fitting.”

“Thank you Rarity.” The woman replied with a sniff and, showing that it was she who wore the trousers, snapped her fingers. “Come along Marzipan, we can go to the pool after we get your suit.” She led the way out of the store, marching like she was off to war, while the errant dad took the opportunity to get another eyeful on the way out.

“Well,” Celestia smiled, full of pride, there was not a blush to be seen. She did wonder how the mother managed to walk like that with the stick so far up her ass like it was. “It's been a while since anyone did that. Good morning, Rarity.”

Rarity took a moment to clean her red rimmed glasses and smiled broadly at her Principal, the ivory skinned designer wearing her usual purple skirt and off-white top. “Good morning!” she greeted her with a practised nod, “It has been a busy day. I have your special order ready.” The teen then took in what Celestia had chosen to wear. Minus the ghastly cast that threw everything off, she approved. “I rather like your bold statement too. Maybe I can interest you in something more revealing?”

From somewhere in the store, Luna offered her opinion on that. “She is wearing that under the bikini, Rarity!”

“More revealing?” she hesitated when she heard Cheerilee giggle, “Well...” she faltered for just a moment before making her mind up. Why shouldn’t she wear something fun? She was certain Moonsilver would approve. “Go on then, why not?”

The moment Rarity said that, and the instant Celestia agreed to it, Luna reappeared with barely disguised interest, a very happy Cheerilee by her side carrying some stiletto open toe shoes. “I have this Brazilian two piece,” the fashionista brandished the garment, which was little more that strips of material, “as I think it suits you more than the one piece slingshot.”

Caught on the verge of refusing outright, Celestia steeled herself. She’d come this far, after all, she could go a step further, right? Not for the first time that day, she took the plunge. “Yes, I agree, Rarity. I'll buy it.”

“Not so fast, dear.” Rarity stopped her with a familiarity in her voice she wouldn’t ever use at school. Then again, they weren’t in CHS. They were in her world. “Step in back with me. I need to measure your nipple size, as I remember they are one of your finer features.”

“Remember?” Luna snickered, “Oh, yeah, you fit dresses!”

Rarity rolled her eyes, earning a giggle from Cheerilee. “Yes I do, and I also need to check your, um, trim.”

“Very well,” Celestia smiled sweetly, her look almost daring her sister to say something. “You may take me. In the back room.”

Duly, Luna snorted out a laugh at that. “Don't worry, she trims up nicely. Let's see what Rarity has for corsets, Leelee.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“This way.” Rarity led the older woman through the store to her private back room, to the office she had sat in just the other day when she had broached the request for a choker. Celestia giggled and followed after Rarity’s shapely behind. As soon as they were in the room, Rarity handed her the extremely skimpy bikini. “It is easy for you to just try it on and I'll see if all the bits you want covered are covered. Do take your time, dear.”

“Thank you, Rarity.” Taking the strips of cloth that called themselves a bikini, Celestia did indeed change and tried it on. It took a little while, thanks to the cast she wore on her leg, during which time she reflected how much more familiar Rarity was here than at CHS, but eventually she had it on. “What do you think? Honest opinion, now.”

The heavy tinge of red on her cheeks said it all. As she adjusted the top, Rarity was reminded very much of Pinkie Pie and how well her bubbly pink girlfriend filled out everything she wore. Pudgy and curvy in all the right places, that was her Pinkie. “Remember to look down now and again,” she advised, “you could easy slide your areola out. I think you'll notice if a nipple pops out. I will say your trim is quite professional. Are you wearing it out, or do I wrap it up?”

Celestia almost died on the spot. “Oh my goodness no! Wrap it please!” Immediately, she blushed and mumbled, sounding like a schoolgirl about to be handed a detention. “I um...not ready, big step...too much, um...” she trailed off, her cheeks bright red as she changed back to the pastel pink bikini.

Understandingly, Rarity patted Celestia’s shoulder. “Very true, one step at a time. Still, you do fill it out nicely. I would recommend a complementary top when walking around so that if something does pop out, it will still be covered.” The ivory teen then waited patiently until her Principal was dressed. “Now for your special order.” Rarity pulled out a purple gift box from her work bench and opened it. Inside, the item was covered in a white velvet cloth. Reverently, she pulled back the cloth to show off the collar, but she didn't offer it to her. A submissive didn’t touch their own collar, after all.

Celestia, still beet red, mumbled something incomprehensible about baby steps until she saw the collar in the box presented to her like it was the crown jewels. “Oh...oh my goodness, Rarity, that's exquisite!”

“Is the choker the right shade?”

“Yes, the light grey is a perfect match for my Master.” Hot damn, but that felt good, just saying ‘my Master’ made Celestia all hot and squiffy, in a very good way.

“I'm so pleased!” Rarity clapped her hands and went into full fashion mode. “Now, I used an octagon pattern for holding the stones, so there won't be one centred on your throat unless you have the clasp off centred in the back. You may want to do that when the gems are on the outside. You can see the sheer fabric with small elastic cups top and bottom for each gem.” She demonstrated this by putting one of her own gems in. “On the inside, as you asked, are eight matching pockets, but no fabric cover as your skin will hold them in place. There, I think you’ll like the off centre design as I know I wouldn't want something pressing against the centre of my throat.” Rarity then demonstrated how to place a gem on the inside. “Does this meet your requirements? I know it is just your first viewing.”

“Meet my requirements?” Celestia repeated the question, the Principal dumbstruck by the choker’s beauty. So stunned was she by how good it was, everything was just like she imagined, she forgot to blush from wearing the skimpy outfit from before. “Rarity...it's beyond perfect, I don't have words to describe it!”

“Your praise is my thanks, darling. The clasp at the back is self-hiding, and there is a bit of elastic on either side. It will keep it tight without danger of choking you.”

“Seriously, you have quite the gift, Rarity, it’s beautiful!”

Rarity beamed with pride like she had just been informed she had gotten straight A+’s in her tests. “I may incorporate something like this in my new evening wear collection. Not the inside pockets though, of course.”

Celestia though was not done with her praise. “I think you'll have stores across the country one day, from Canterville to Manehatten!”

Carefully, Rarity covered the choker back up with the cloth, and then she placed it back in the gift box and closed it. “Would you like it gift wrapped?” she asked by way of covering the fact that she was blushing intently at the high praise she had received.

“In the box is fine, if you please, Rarity. If I know my Master at all, I know he isn't fond of wrappings.” Celestia giggled, for she did so like saying that! “That's why I'm wearing the bikini and wrap.”

“Some gifts should be easy to unwrap.” Rarity smiled impishly, her thoughts wandering to a certain pink party planner currently tied to her bed in the spare ‘play’ room upstairs. “I hope I've delayed long enough for your sister to clean out my store.” Getting up, she led the way back out to the front, where she took up residence at her cash register. “I'll ring this up for you.”

Standing in line, Cheerilee proudly held the stiletto shoes and two corsets, while Rarity had the skimpy bikini in a bag so it couldn't be seen. Luna playfully slapped her pet’s ass. “You will model that for me sometime later, pet.” Quietly, Cheerilee just nodded.

“I do like the corsets, Leelee. But, don't you have enough, by now?” Celestia asked, a smile in her eyes while Rarity rang up the sale and she paid.

“Enough?” Luna asked like she had just been slapped by a wet fish, “I'm not sure if you know what that word means?” Once Rarity completed Celestia’s sale, she did the same for Luna’s purchases. Celestia saw that one of the corsets was underbust and the other was a narrower wasp. Since they were both about the same size, it was hard to say whose was whose.

Celestia sniffed, “I know you can never have enough shoes, I just didn't know that applied to corsets as well, sister.”

Luna shrugged, “Considering how many you own...”

“Are they still mostly outer ware for you Luna?” Rarity asked curiously.

“Depends on the venue. Maredonna does have something going.”

Celestia stuck her tongue out like an overgrown version of the young girl who had been in the store with her parents. “You leave my shoe collection alone,” she then muttered, “Ghastly noise you call music...”

Graciously, Luna bowed to her older sister. “I wasn't talking about shoes, I'll never master your ability in that area. I was talking about these!” she held up a corset, not surprised in the slightest that she didn’t know that Maredonna paraded about in a corset. “A different type of gift wrap.”

“Come now Lu, you know full well I haven't got any corsets...well, not any more, anyway.”

Smelling a future sale, Rarity’s wide smile returned. “I always welcome return clients. Have a nice day!” She waved them from her store and, with Cheerilee holding Luna’s purchases, the fuchsia skinned sub led the way to the station wagon waiting outside. As soon as they were out, Rarity flipped the open sign to closed and locked her door. She had a pink pet upstairs that needed some generosity.

Unaware of the writhing, squirming sweaty Pinkie Pie tied up in Rarity’s play room with vibrators on her nipples, her clit, in her pussy, her ass and on her feet, Celestia held her purchases like they were made of glass and followed after Luna to her old car. “That went rather well, I thought.” She said breezily, “Rarity was worried you'd clean her out.”

“I go in on a budget, and I was just under today.” Luna snorted in response to that as Cheerilee stepped forward to open Celestia's door for her. That done, once everyone was seated, the Vice Principal got in and started up the ancient engine. Sometimes it took more than the gas pedal to get that thing working. This time it was prayer and shaman bones.

“Under?” Celestia laughed, “My you are doing well lately, Lu!”

Snorting out a laugh, which was quickly stepped on because her innate curiosity was demanding to know what was in the gift box, Luna asked, “I won't tease you if you don't so don't feel pressured to do so, but can we see what is in the box?”

“Of course!” Celestia didn’t need to be asked twice, or once, for that matter. She was proud to show it off. Carefully, she produced the box from her bag and opened it, all the time being extremely careful to not to touch it.

Luna leant over from the driver’s seat and Cheerilee leant over from the back so much that she was almost in Celestia’s lap. “Very pretty!”

Luna tapped her pet’s nose to get her to sit down. “Did Rarity say if she would add that to her line?”

“She did say she was going to add it, yes Lu.” Celestia smiled proudly. She thought she heard a scream of pleasure coming from the boutique, but as she had her door closed, it was muffled and she couldn’t be sure. “And thank you Leelee, she's got the colour just right.”

“There goes my budget…” sighed Luna as she drove off towards Camp Everfree situated right over on the other side of the large sprawling city. On the hour and a half long drive, Cheerilee was abound with questions about the centaurs, such as how they lived, what they did, their customs, their traditions, and so forth. Patiently, Celestia had to remind her that this was their first real meeting. After the fourth time of being reminded, Luna again threatened the boot for her to ride in and she promptly stopped with the questions. “Do we wait,” Luna asked as she pulled into the camp’s empty parking lot, “or will you call?”

“I honestly don't know how long I'll be, sis. You two go and have fun, I'll call when I'm done. It's...just after noon now, I'll call no later than seven this evening, okay?”

In the back seat, Cheerilee was scanning the treeline. “Do you think they are watching us now?”

Celestia didn’t even bother to look. “Oh yes, I have no doubt about it, Leelee.”

That gave Luna a very sexy, very hot idea. One she was eager to put into action, particularly if they were going to be watched. “Excellent,” she beamed like she had just caught a student littering and was about to slap a detention on them. “Leelee and I are going to make use of that dock the students built and do some sunbathing.” While Cheerilee clapped her hands, she continued, “If you're not back in a couple of hours we'll move on to other activities. It could take up to thirty minutes, maybe more for us to get here after you call.”

Getting out of her car, Celestia made sure to grab her shoulder bag from the glove compartment. She had stashed her cell phone in there, as well as the gift box with the choker inside and the very skimpy bikini. Hoisting that on her shoulder, she wore a grin on her face. “If all goes well, I intend to be several hours,” steadying herself on her crutches, she pointed to the treeline in the near distance on a rise behind the lake. “Leelee, you see those standing stones? That's the edge of their territory.”

Looking where her sister was pointing, Luna saw the large grey stones and she could just make out the symbols carved on them from where they were. “Don't worry, we aren't going to enter it.” Once they were all out of the car, she gave her older sibling a hug and led Cheerilee over to the dock that not so long ago had been built and rebuilt several times.

Left alone, Celestia took a moment to just soak in the pleasantly warm summer sun and the gentle breeze that went with it. It was a beautiful day, here, surrounded by the tall trees, the camp, and beside the crystal clear lake, she was determined to make a beautiful day an excellent one. As she hobbled her way along the dirt path that wove around the lakeside to the north, and the seclusion of the trees, she glanced back over her shoulder and giggled at the sight of Luna and Cheerilee sunbathing, sans any clothing.

“Youngsters...” Celestia smiled and, with her bag hefted onto her shoulder, she made her way along the well-worn path, her destination the large evergreen trees in front of a rocky rise. She saw why Moonsilver had selected this location. At the extreme north of the lake, there would be few people here, and even if there were, the large trees would offer natural cover and the large rocky embankment behind those kept them secluded. ‘I do hope I'm not too early…’ she said to herself.

Her fears though proved to be unfounded as, when she rounded the nearest tree, she saw Moonsilver stood side by side with an older female centaur whom she didn’t know. She assumed, correctly, that the amber female with the straw mane was Honeyside. Straightaway she had a ready smile on her face, for her Master was just as she remembered him. Pale grey coat, white mane and a bare muscular chest she could eat dinner from and be happy. That Honeyside was also bare chested and big enough to have her envious was neither here nor there. Much. She had eyes just for him. “Moonsilver!”

Moonsilver looked her way the moment he heard his name. His heart swooned with pure love as he took in the approaching vision that was her beauty. He was pleased beyond words to see her in the flesh again, even more so that she was so unwrapped for him. “Celestia! Welcome...do you take hugs?”

“Of course!” Celestia squealed in delight, hobbling over the grass between them so fast she was practically running.

Once she started to move, Moonsilver met his beloved more than halfway, the centaur easily covering the short distance between them. He held his human in his strong arms and kissed her neck. He took the time to savour the feel of her smooth white skin, the scent of her honeysuckle perfume. “It is good to touch you again.”

“I was thinking the same thing!” Feeling very much like a teenager on her first date, Celestia kissed Moonsilver’s neck and his cheek, almost memorising the smell of the forest on his pale grey skin. She carried on kissing him until she reached his lips, where he forcefully kissed her, squashing her breasts into his chest in his passion. Presently she broke away so she could breathe. “Oh, I've missed you!”

Feeling like a third arrow in a quiver made for two, Honeyside coughed, a little noisily than was necessary. Blushing ever so slightly at his oversight. He extended a hand to the eighty year old bartender. “My apologies. I forgot about my courier. Celestia, this is Honeyside. Owner of the Hunter’s tavern, general snoop, and a friendly ear.”

The amber centaur raised an eyebrow, mostly to cover the fact that she was checking out Celestia’s breasts. She was impressed. For a human, she could feed a growing foal with those. “Such high praise, Moonsilver,” she said dryly.

Just like her Master, Celestia was blushing as she – reluctantly - disentangled herself from his embrace. “I'm pleased to meet you, ma'am.” She was careful to use Greek when speaking, as she wanted to make a good first impression. “I'm Celestia, Principal of Canterlot High School. Please, call me Celly, or Tia.”

Honeyside was duly impressed at this human’s use of their native language. She took it as the mark of respect it was intended to be. “Very admirable, we are a long ways from the homeland, and I know the people here don't speak that.”

“See, I told you she was very intelligent.”

Celestia’s blush returned, this time because she had been talked about, and her Master had obviously vouched for her! “I have travelled there, to Greece, I recognised the language.”

Unknown to the three in the little glade below, Dawnglow was watching from the top of the rocky rise, the young hunter hidden both by the trees and by her stealth. The young orange mare had her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. ‘She speaks our language!’

Again, Honeyside took the measure of Celestia. This time however she found her a little taller and fuller. “Still, it is impressive, Silver barely speaks ours.” She paused while Moonsilver sighed deeply. Figuring that she had sized up this human properly now, she decided on a last test to see if she could get along with her. Reaching her hand back under her tail, she pulled the vibrator from its safe place in her pussy.

“Wait!” Moonsilver yelled, though he was far, far too late as Honeyside had already pulled out the dildo and brandished it in the air like a weapon.

“Once I figured this out it wasn't half bad.” Honeyside watched the mortified look on Moonsilver’s face and she was ready for something similar from Celestia. What she wasn’t expecting was the steady grin and playful twinkle in her eyes. “A birdy gave it to me to give to you,” she said, holding out the fuchsia vibrator like a prize on a gameshow.

Celestia couldn’t help but laugh. She saw the test for what it was, an attempt to get a rise from her and see what she would do, Honeyside wanted to see how she would react. Graciously, she took the toy back and she even gave it a sniff but she didn't lick it. She also checks out Honeyside’s ample chest out again now that they were up close. They were as large as hers, and a teeny bit droopier, she noted with a satisfied smile. “Well, I'll have to let my sister know it was well cared for. You needn't have put it in such a safe place though.”

Watching up on the ridge, Dawnglow was pleased she had her hand over her mouth. She was able to stuff it in quickly to stifle her giggles. ‘Hmm...’ she thought, ‘She's funny...’ she then looked down at her own belly and noticed the human her brother loved was more wobbly than she was.

Honeyside shrugged, “It was one place Silver wasn't going to get it back from.” She then moved back a bit to reveal a generous picnic already laid out on a blanket. Sitting down, she poured her special home brew beer into each mug and set out some nice looking Greek food.

Moonsilver took Celestia’s hand. “Join us for a meal?”

“I'd love to!” Celestia agreed only too readily as the rumble in her belly reminded her that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and it was past noon now. “Ma'am, may I call you Honeyside?” she asked as she allowed herself to be led to the picnic and she sat where Moonsilver chose, which was a spot next to him on the grassy floor. The moment her ass touched grass she nestled into her Master’s powerful broad flank, unshouldering her bag as she did so. “Ah, before we start, may I ask a favour, please?”

“Honey is fine, but if you like longer names that is fine too.”

Snickering, Moonsilver nuzzled the top of Celestia’s head as he too got comfortable on the grass. He found it most agreeable indeed having his lover’s warmth at his side. “Don't call her side, she'll ask which one.”

Sticking her tongue out at the younger centaur, Honeyside turned her attention to the far more sensible female beside him. “What favour would that be, Celly?”

Taking a deep breath, Celestia asked what she’d been dying to ask since she came up with the idea on the way over her in Rosie. “I'd like to have a photo taken with you, something to look at when we're apart, if that's alright, if you don't mind taking it, Honey.”

Honeyside, who had no idea what a photo was, looked at Moonsilver. He though had just as little idea as his friend and shrugged. “Um, okay.”

“Thank you,” permission given, she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly, she swiped through the menus until she got to the camera and she passed it over to Honeyside’s outstretched amber hand. “Just point it at us until we're both on the screen, and press that button, there, please.”

Curious, the old amber centaur took the strange device and looked at the screen. So shocked was she by what she saw that she almost dropped it. “Woah, I can see you guys on this thing!” Grinning, Celestia waved from her position beside Moonsilver and Honeyside looked in awe as the little human on the screen copied thee motion. Now certain there was magic involved, the Hunter examined the phone. “How did you get in here?”

“Just do as she asked and we can talk after over food.”

Surprised, Honeyside looked up and saw they were still there, at the edge of the blanket. Now she was really confused. Used to being Queen of her world in the tavern, she didn’t like it. “You're not in her anymore...” she decided to not worry about it. “Oh, yeah, okay…” she moved the phone around until they were both in the screen again and she pushed the button on the screen. “You're still in it,” she looked up, “And still here. Did it work?”

Taking her phone back, Celestia looked at the image, a perfect photo her nestled into her Master’s side, smiles on both their faces. “It worked! Yes! It worked! It's just a captured image, Honey, thank you, so much.”

“What else does it capture?” asked Honeyside, a twinkle in her eye, “Did you capture Silver?”

Moonsilver rolled his eyes, sparing her a look he usually directed at his sister. “She already has, Honey.”

With a wide giddy smile on her face, Celestia put her phone away in her bag. She then saw the gift box and reverently she took it out. Her breath caught in her throat as she passed the nondescript box over to its recipient. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and now it was here. “Moonsilver, my love, I have this for you.”

Taking the box in his strong hands, Moonsilver opened it, wondering what this gift could be when Celestia was all the gift he could possibly want. He saw the fabric was covering something and, carefully, he moved that aside. What he saw almost stopped his heart. “It is beautiful,” Honeyside commented when she was shown what was inside the box, “and it’s your colour, Silver.”

“Yes it is.” As he took it out and examined it in the sunlight, the fact that this choker was pale grey was not lost on him, nor was the significance. He noted the eight little pockets inside and outside. It didn’t take a huge leap of thought to guess what they were for. “For the stones?”

Nodding eagerly, Celestia said, “I asked for it to be designed like that, to take the stones.”

Now, that did surprise Honeyside. So much so that her picnic was for the moment forgotten. “Did you give her all eight?”

“No,” replied Moonsilver with a shake of his head, “Only three, the ones she needed. Do you have them?”

“Yes love, I do.” Again, Celestia reached into her bag and she pulled the three stones, Healing, Dreams and Language, all wrapped carefully in a white linen cloth pouch. As she passed them to Moonsilver, the pale grey centaur placed them in the outside pockets with the Dream stone centred.

He then placed the Healing stone next to that and, finally, he placed the Language stone. “I don't think you need speech unless you have some foreign students,” he chuckled, “Or unless a bird choses you as a companion.” Stones placed, he fastened it securely around her neck with the clasp purposely off centred so the Dream stone was centred.

Honeyside smiled warmly. “Just as pretty on you, Celly.”

As soon as it was fastened in place, Celestia’s smile only grew wider. “Thank you,” she turned her head and placed a tender loving kiss on his lips. “Master.”

Watching this exchange, Honeyside's eyes went wide as saucers. “Why?” she asked incredulously, “Why submit yourself to him?”

The answer to that was easy. The fifty year old woman didn’t have to think about it. She had her answer ready to go. “Because I love him, Honey. He's worth the trust I'm willing to put in him, and I trust him with the control that I freely give.”

“She did tell you what she did for a living, Honey.”

“Oh,” realisation dawned on the older centaur. “It’s the giving up control thing like Dawnie and Apples.”

“Yes, just like that.” Moonsilver beamed, all his birthdays had come at once with the gift not only of his beloved human, but of the true gift of her too.

Honeyside then coughed, drawing attention at last back to her carefully prepared traditional centaur picnic when she pulled out a bowl containing Feta, three types of olives, two types of lettuce, tomato, and a balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Working quietly, she divided it out into three smaller bowls and provided the chopsticks to eat it with. “I hope you enjoy the lunch I made. I did 'local' foods.” She said that with a big smile, especially when she saw Moonsilver’s eyes widen as she knew he had no idea what she packed.

Again, Celestia’s belly rumbled, ever louder now that the food, what looked to her to be a Greek salad, was dished out. “I'm sure I'll love it, Honey, thank you. I haven't eaten since breakfast!” The salad looked heavenly in the bowl, and with the present company and location, it was perfect. When she took a bite, it tasted perfect, too.

“So, forgive me for asking, have you been in this forest long?” she couldn’t stave off her curiosity very much longer. As soon as she swallowed her first mouthful, the questions came like a flood. “Is your camp very big? Are there camps around the world? Are…” she paused and blushed, “I’m sorry, I'm just so thrilled to be here with you in person...”

Moonsilver noted, as he ate his salad, that the Feta tasted off, but not bad. He had an idea what was used to make it. “When we first came here the forest was over two million plethron,” he explained, which Celestia knew was roughly a thousand square miles, “and now it is just four hundred thousand plethron. Our historians would have the exact date, but I think they thought us fifteen hundred years.”

Honeyside nodded in agreement. “That sounds right, give or take a hundred years or so.”

Eating her salad, Celestia noted the off taste of the cheese, but as she had tasted her sister’s disastrous attempts at cooking, a little 'off' feta is delicious! “Wow...It just boggles my mind you've lived alongside us for so long and only now can I see you. You must have witnessed Canterville from its earliest days then.”

Honeyside’s easy warm tone became a little bit bitter at that. “The last contact with the humans ended badly, Celly.”

Sighing, Moonsilver agreed. “Very badly, as my elders constantly seem to remind me, as of late.”

“Like the salad?” asked Honeyside, a gentle little smirk playing on the amber mare’s lips.

“I do like it, Honey,” Celestia paused in her eating just long enough to lean back and kiss her Master's cheek, before her expression turned serious. “I know your council has advised against this meeting but I can only hope any future contact will go better.”

“Red Leaf made the cheese.”

Now Moonsilver understood the reason for the taste. Red Leaf was a dairy provider. Not only did she use the animal’s milk, but her own as well. “She always claims her milk is the sweetest.” He then playfully glared at the two women with him. “A meal is not the time to talk about the past.”

“True.” Honeyside agreed and, when they had all eaten the salad, she produced more. “Here is the next course.” She handed out equal portions of grilled fish and asparagus as she spoke. “Silver says you stumbled across him. He isn't very forthcoming with your meeting, other than you could see him.”

Recognising a fishing attempt when she saw one, Celestia laughed out loud, so hard that she shook and her large chest jiggled. That was one way of putting it. “Stumbled across him?” she asked rhetorically, still laughing. “You could say that. Just over a week ago, I was feeling rather down, washed up and worn out, so, I decided on a little hiking holiday in the forest, like I used to enjoy as a girl. It was all going well until I saw a dark shape on the edge of my vision. I turned to look, lost my footing and fell twenty feet down Eagle's Point. I broke my leg and twisted my ankle. Moonsilver saved my life.”

“Silver took a great risk that day.” Honeyside commented, taking in what she was being told like a sponge absorbing water. “Now you have three of our stones. I guess you know how to use them?”

“My Master is very brave, that much is evident,” replied Celestia with a smile. “I don't 'know' how to use them, I just 'do', if that makes sense? I touch them against my skin and they just work.” She had a working theory of how the stones worked, namely that one had to have an amount of magical power alrready, like a unicorn's magic reserves. She knew that much from talking with Sunset Shimmer. Since she had been exposed to lots of Equestrian magic in the last few months, contaminated even, she had it now, and since it was the same magic that infused the stones, they 'recognise' each other.

“Humans can't use magic.”

Moonsilver raised his hand, his attention turned away from his fish. “This isn't an inquisition, Honey.”

Shooting her old friend a well-meaning glare, Honeyside shrugged. “I'm your friendly voice between you and the elders, Silver.” Moonsilver just sighed and nodded, for he couldn’t refute the truth of the older centaur’s words.

Having eaten her asparagus, Celestia set aside her fish and raised her hand like a student would in her class. “I ah, I...believe I may have an explanation for that.” When the attention of both centaurs turned to her, her nerve almost left her. Almost. “Well, it's a theory, at present, Honey. If I may, Master?” Moonsilver nodded at her and she went all squiffy inside. ‘Oooh I just LOVE calling him that!’

High above the picnic meeting, Dawnglow watched and listened intently. What she wasn’t aware of was that just a few dozen feet away was another Hunter. This Hunter was also watching and listening. With his mastery of the stealth skill unequalled in the camp except by Master Sagittarius himself, Shadewalker watched, and listened. He watched his former kinsman hold the human intruder tightly to him, and he listened when Moonsilver spoke, “I'm still trying to grasp what you told me. Honey may shed more light on your tale.”

When Honeyside gave Celestia an encouraging look and a gesture with her hand that was universally recognised as ‘let’s have it’, the Principal took a deep breath. “Until a short time ago, perhaps a few years at the most, there was no magic in this world. Then, an Equestrian crossed over via a dimensional portal that links the two worlds. Since she revealed herself, at my school, Equestria's newest Princess activated what I've learnt was the Element of Magic itself near the portal. After that, there have been four instances of Equestrian magic at my school. I believe with each time, those nearest are exposed and affected, or contaminated. Therefore, I have some magic in me.”

“Was this about four years ago?”

Celestia nodded to Honeyside’s question. “That's right, that's about when the Equestrian joined my school.”

Hearing that, Honeyside gave Moonsilver a very meaningful look. “Remember?” when he nodded, the amber mare continued, “Elder Snowflower of the Air School said the stones weren't being tuned right. The council laughed at her. Too bad she can't say 'I told you so', huh?” Honeyside then returned her attention to the human whom she had to admit, she rather liked. “Does everyone in your school now possess magic?”

“I would say so,” replied Celestia after a moment’s thought. “All those that have been exposed to it over the course of the last nine months, which is to say the whole school at one point or another. Those that weren't at the Fall Formal were at the Battle of the Bands, or they were at the Friendship Games, or they attended Camp Everfree, for instance.”

Honeyside snorted a laugh so hard she almost choked on her fish. “That thing in the camp almost had us pack up and leave. Elder Lifestone wanted to study how it happened.”

For Celestia’s benefit, Moonsilver explained, “He was Snowflower's replacement.”

Celestia listened and nodded as she ate her fish. She had to admit it was all making a great deal of sense. “I assume now that centaurs are the source of the Gaia Everfree legend? I also gathered what happened to Gloriosa is what happens if one cannot contain the power of eight stones?”

“To you,” Honeyside frowned, “the stones should just be stones.”

“Which is troubling,” Moonsilver added thoughtfully, “Was this, Gloriosa at your school?”

“She attended my school, but she graduated not long after the Equestrian joined. She lives here in the camp with her brother. They have done all their lives. They may have absorbed the magic that way.” The moment she said that, a realisation struck her, and not a pleasant one either. “Oh my...it's not just my school that's been exposed...”

Moonsilver placed a firm hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stay her panic. “Humans have been in this forest for hundreds of years, my love.”

Honeyside though shook her head. “There isn't anything for them to absorb. What is the source of this Equestrian magic you speak of, Celly?”

“During the Friendship Games, the pupils of Crystal Prep Academy came to my school. Events happened and, long story short, there were several large portals to Equestria ripped open. Raw magic was everywhere! We were all exposed to it, the whole area, most likely the whole city.”

“I didn't hear anything from the elders about such events.”

“Someone is hiding something.” Honeyside affirmed the younger centaur’s thoughts. “Most likely the one that wants contact broken.” When the fish and asparagus had all been eaten, she bought out the Baklava, eyeing Moonsilver. “Will you take your father's challenge?”

Celestia spoke up before Moonsilver had the chance to answer. “I fear contact is happening whether you like it or not. You see, since the Camp incident, there have been tales among my students of 'creatures' and 'monsters' living in the forest. That was partly why I wanted to hike here in the first place. I was curious.”

“I knew you were a monster!”

Moonsilver gave his friend a well-practised roll of his eyes. “If I’m a monster, that makes you a creature.”

“Creature of beauty. You didn't answer my question.”

Aware that by now, her sister and Cheerilee would be leaving, Celestia glanced up at her Master. “What challenge is that?”

“To take you to the elders to explain yourself. A mock trial.”

“Maybe,” Honeyside didn’t agree with that though. “Or maybe she can do some good.”

“I...I-I am prepared for that.”

“No, you are not.” Moonsilver felt the shiver that passed through his love. He felt her nervousness and he also saw her determination. He knew he had made a wise choice in pursuing her. “Our talk here has raised more questions that you cannot answer. The Council of Elders will look for any excuse to destroy the magic here and move.”

Honeyside nodded. “That is one outcome.”

Eating her Baklava, Celestia knew what she needed. “Answers.” She also knew where and how she could get them, too. “I'll have answers for you soon enough, from the Princesses of Equestria.”

“Celestia, my Tia, you have nothing to prove to me. For them you may not be able to prove anything.”

“Not all on the counsel are idiots. Most are just scared.”

“It depends if your council are willing to see and listen,” Celestia commented, “I know well enough that fear can blind and deafen even the keenest senses.” She then smiled and kissed Moonsilver's lips. “Relax, my love. I'll have the answers soon.”

Reassured, Moonsilver took his lover’s cheek in the palm of his hand and returned the kiss. “Have you heard enough Honey?” he asked when he pulled away and glanced at her.

Watching, Honeyside had an amused look on her face. Now that the food had been eaten and the discourse seemingly over, there was something else she was curious about. The playful twinkle in her eye was all the warning she gave. “I'm still waiting to see how you stick it in. I already compared that toy to your lady.”

Shaking his head, Moonsilver sighed. “Really, Honey?”

In a very good mood, for everything thus far had gone rather well, Celestia laughed. “In my dreams everything fit just fine. Although, I think I'm a little overdressed, in my present company, anyway.”

“You're staying aren't you?” Moonsilver asked Honeyside after he had taken the time to kiss his pet.

“For a little bit,” Honeyside, who sensed a reveal coming, wasn’t about to go anywhere. “I'm curious as to what she is covering up. The top might fit me, but the bottoms never will.”

A little awkwardly, given the cast on her leg, Celestia stood and she was about to remove her pastel pink bikini top when Moonsilver softly batted her hands away. When he stood up, standing just a little taller than her, Honeyside laughed, knowing this would be fun to watch. Carefully, Moonsilver turned her around as he examined her top to see where it was fastened.

“You never do like me wearing anything, do you?” Celestia asked with a smile as her back was turned to him, her bikini top tying between her shoulders.

From behind, Moonsilver kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders. “It isn't natural to hide beauty,” he said, untying the pink top and allowing it to slip down her body to land at her feet. He then moved his strong hands around her sides to grope her large soft fleshy breasts. He just adored the way they filled his hands, the way her nipples hardened against his fingers. “To hide from touch.”

Again, now that the top had been removed, Honeyside did the comparison thing and she realised, for a human, Celestia had enough to feed foals. “MMMmmmm!” she moaned, biting her lip now she had been set free. She loved the way he groped her, like he was claiming what was his.

Slowly, Moonsilver’s hands left the large sagging breasts and they trailed, torturously slowly and very lightly down her sides to see what would happen. He was curious to see if she was ticklish, but his pet just moaned as her skin tingled. She steadied herself on her feet and lifted her arms to give him access to the wrap and the bikini bottoms.

“Doesn't look like she is ticklish,” Honeyside smirked, enjoying the show that her friend was putting on.

Moonsilver was only slightly disappointed. “I thought she was.” He couldn’t be too disappointed though, given whom he was with and where his hands were going.

“You have her too turned on to tickle, Silver.” The amber mare commented as she watched Moonsilver’s hands untie the sari wrap. When that too joined the grassy floor, he slipped his hands inside the bikini bottoms and slid them down over her wide ass, down her long legs until they dropped on their own.

“Aaaaahn...” Celestia gasped. She stood there fully exposed, for the first time in decades she was naked in front of someone else. Outside, as well. She felt warm sunlight all over her body, as well as the cool gentle breeze against her skin. Feeling that on her most intimate places just served to make her hotter and wetter.

“Can I get a...”

Whatever it was, Moonsilver shook his head. “No.”

“You're no fun!” sounding like a pouty foal, Honeyside quickly gathered up the remains of the picnic in the blanket and stood up, stretching her old legs as she walked over and affectionately nuzzled the human’s cheek. “You, Celestia, have fun. I'll put the word out there is more to this than they think, and maybe they will listen.”

“Thank you, Honey,” Celestia replied, though she had to force herself to think and talk straight, given how turned on she was right then. “It really was a pleasure to meet you.” Up above, in the cover of the trees, Dawnglow watched what was happening, her eyes wide at the human's naked form, particularly her impressive chest. By comparison, Shadewalker was impassive as ever, soaking it all in.

“You did very well, my love.” Moonsilver said as he watched Honeyside leave with the basket, leaving them both alone behind the trees at the north end of the lake. Now that they were alone, Moonsilver’s thoughts returned to his pet’s beautiful body. He licked his lips in anticipation of what he wanted to do. “Now to see just how you will service me in the waking world. For this first time, I'll let you position me.”

Celestia waved to a retreating Honeyside, mostly to give herself time to think. She had wanted this for so long, now that the moment was at hand, she wanted to enjoy it. “Alright, Master, please, on your back.” Watching from her vantage point, Dawnglow could hardly believe they were really going to do it right there!

As Moonsilver rolled onto his back, his legs in the air and his arms at his sides, Shadewalker couldn’t believe it either. “Perfect!” Celestia clapped her hands and, just like she had done in her dreams, she got down on the grass and trailed very slow, very wet kisses from his broad muscular chest downwards.

Slowly, sensuously, Moonsilver dragged his hand up her leg from the ankle to her soft bountiful ass cheek. Once there, his talented fingers probing her shaven snatch. Celestia let out a pleasured moan as his fingers found their mark on her fleshy ass. She continued kissing downwards until she reached his sheath.

Moonsilver sighed happily. He felt himself begin to emerge from his sheath as Celestia sucked and kissed all over it. At her ass, he kneaded her butt with his hand, occasionally, he slipped his fingers between her fat cheeks. He felt both her holes, gently rubbing circles around both. Celestia had no trouble at all with where Moonsilver's fingers were slipping, “You have educated fingers, Master.”

The pale grey centaur remained silent, as he thought saying he has practice seemed like a bad response. Now his impressive cock was out, Celestia slathered her wet tongue all over his flat head, licking everywhere she could reach. When her tongue made contact, she tasted his musky scent which only served to make her drip juices down her thick thighs. In response, Moonsilver moved his other hand to knead a breast. He lowered a powerful foreleg across her back to keep her in place.

The simple act of holding her there made her all the wetter, arousing her all the more. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, her hand stroking his mottled length as she gave it an experimental suck. Moonsilver jerked upwards, at the unexpected but wholly welcome sensation. However he did work hard to keep his hips on the ground. ‘Wow...’ Celestia thought, ‘this tastes just like I imagined it would!’ Although it had been a long time since she had a real dick in her mouth, she had lost none of her skill. She bobbed her head down until the cock head touched the back of her mouth and she lifted up, sucking all the way.

“Mmmmmm!” Moonsilver sighed, moving his right forehoof from its resting place at her back to the top of her head to encourage her to take him. He was careful not to push though, as he didn't need her choking to death. This though did have an effect on his sub. ‘Oh yeah that's hot...’ she thought as soon as he felt the hoof at the back of her head. Her braided hair hung over her shoulder as she went down lower this time, taking his head all the way into her throat.

Already in heaven, Moonsilver closed his eyes to let his imagination move with the action. He could feel, as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy for a noisy sniff / lick, every part of her hot wet willing throat around his cock before he returned them to their hidey hole. Sucking his shaft and masturbating what she couldn’t take, Celestia thrust her ass back to meet his fingers.

When he felt her push back against him, Moonsilver probed ever deeper with two fingers inside her all the way to the second knuckle. As his hand roughly groped her swaying breast, he grunted with pleasure when he felt her other hand massage his balls. Celestia’s own lewd moan was muffled a little by the huge cock in her mouth, she could feel herself leaking down her thighs as she easily takes his fingers inside her dripping pussy.

At the other end, the scent of his pet alone had made the centaur stiffer than he had ever been before. As she sucked on his cock, he started to fantasize about what she did to him in the dreamscape and his head flared, about to climax. Celestia felt him stiffen, she felt his head flare and his balls start to contract. Quickly, she pulled off his shaft, dripping more spit all over it in the process. That wasn’t where she wanted his seed. “I want you inside me, Master, for real.”

As his fingers were pistoning in and out of her juicy snatch, he raised an eyebrow. “I'm in you now.”

“I want this in me,” she purred, stroking his massive rod with her hand.

Obligingly, Moonsilver moved his legs and hands away. If she wanted to mount him, who was he to deny her? “You know your body better than me, my love.”

Permission given, Celestia swung her leg over him so that she was straddling his belly, looking him in the eyes as she slid back. As she was close enough, he leant forwards and gave her one sloppy horse kiss straight to her lips. After a little adjustment, where she lined herself up with the head of his shaft, Celestia took a deep breath and thrust back, sighing and groaning into his mouth as his broad flat head enters her, spreading her wide with the entry.

She groaned into his mouth, while he moaned into hers. The centaur continued to allow her control the pace. He knew she could take his girth, it was his length that worried him. Through the considerable pleasure he was feeling as he entered her tight wet muscular tunnel, he resolved to watch her for signs of self-inflicted pain.

Resting above him, Celestia slowly inched her way down, filling herself up with his meat until she felt his head bump against her cervical wall. “You...” she couldn’t stop herself moaning out loud, to hell with who may be listening, “oooooh Master...you feel wonderful in me!”

Watching high above, Dawnglow couldn’t help but have her hand wander to her crotch, the other groping her modest breasts. Unaware that his sister was watching them, Moonsilver crossed his forelegs behind his pet’s ass for something to bounce against as his hands go for both breasts. Roughly, he squeezed and mauled her bountiful mounds, tweaking her hard nipples until she whimpered. “You feel wonderful to me.”

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

As much as he may have wanted to honour her wish, Moonsilver dug his rear hooves into the grass to stop himself from bucking up into her. That would be for another time. For now, he contented himself with groping her breasts so hard he left red finger marks in his wake. Several hard thrusts by his pet later though, and his head fell back as he started to snort. “Call out my name!”

Celestia thrust herself down on him two more times, two times that his ring stretched her pusssy and his head battered her cervix and she did indeed scream out loud, “Moonsilver!”

The pale grey centaur’s body tensed up underneath her as he trembled with his release. “Shout it to the forest!” he ordered her.

“Moonsilver!” she bounced harder and faster, each downward motion tapping herself, threatening to pierce her cervical wall. That did it. “MOONSILVER! AAAH I'M GONNA CUM!” While she was watching, Dawnglow had already climaxed, while Shadewalker felt sick at the sight he had witnessed. As he ejaculated inside her, Moonsilver’s flared cock head sealed his pet’s tunnel.

“AAaaAAH FUUUUCK MOOOOOONSILVER!” Celestia came, she could feel his semen blasting inside her, with nowhere to go it flooded into her womb, swelling her already pudgy pot belly with the sheer volume released. Riding his euphoric high, Moonsilver at last bucked his hips upwards, penetrating her cervix and swelling her even more as he pulled her down by her breasts to lavish a kiss on her mouth.

Celestia muttered 'fuck' as she was kissed, the submissive woman loving the way she was just handled and wanting more of the same. Her Master held onto her breasts as his forelegs rode up from her fat ass and across her back. He continued to stroke her up and down. “Are you a goddess sent from Mount Olympus?” he asked, staring adoringly into her eyes.

“If I am Hera, you are my Zeus...” she panted with a bitten lip, wishing he would hold onto her forever. Nobody had ever handled her like that, not ever. It felt so amazing she couldn’t put it into words.

“Zeus was a jerk.”

“They were real people?” Celestia asked with a sighs and a giggle. “Of course they were...nothing surprises me anymore.”

“You're real, and this is what matters to me. You going to be able to walk after that, or you need a ride?”

Celestia, still perched above her Master, was quite happy to stay where she was and let nature take its course to get him out of her. It could take forever as far as she was concerned. “I-I'll be fine, I think I just need a moment…” as she kissed him hard on the mouth, she reflected that while he wasn’t by any means the first cock that had fucked her, he was by far the biggest and best. “That. Was. Amazing!” again she kissed him, “Master.”

In utter disgust, Shadewalker stepped back from the vulgar scene and, on purpose, he snapped a twig under his hooves, knowing that Moonsilver would hear and know he had been watched. He resolved to follow this human out of the forest and make sure she never came back. Moonsilver did hear the twig and, looking up and back at the rise, he saw the shadow there that moved. He covered this by kissing his lover hard. “We'll take our time then as I'm still working my way out of your clutches.”

Lost in her world of pleasure, Celestia laid on his chest, the huge stallionhood still spurting inside her. “When I go home, I'll be thinking of you, Silvy.”

“While I love to know that, you need to think about facing the council, Celly.”

“I know.” It was an effort to think, given what she had just done, but she forced herself. “I have the Equestrian, Sunset Shimmer, in communication with the Princesses getting the answers we need.” she kissed him for what felt like the hundredth time. “I will be ready, my love.”

“I hope you'll be ready for another round of this. I think I may take more control on our next session.”

“I think you will too. Control I give to you.” Celestia smiled, trailing her fingers all over his muscular chest she kissed his nipples, loving the cute little purrs he made. “I'll get as much information as I can, Silvy, since we don't actually know specific questions, hard to get specific answers, hmm?”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the centaur’s penis slid out of her and retreated back into his sheath. Very, very reluctantly, he got to his hooves and helped her to her feet, hugging her to him all the time like he would forget the feel of her if he should let her go. “Be safe, my Celestia.”

Celestia’s bright laughter rang around the trees. “Silvy, I have stared down the school board. I know no fear!” she hugged him tight, memorising every inch of his body in her arms. “Take care, Master.”