The Starsong Sessions: Luna's Therapy

The first thing Luna noticed as she stepped into the Slave Pens was the smell. It wasn’t overpowering, the air purifier charms saw to that, yet it was impossible to miss either. It was the stale reek of sweat, mixed with the heady scent of needy mares, all overlaid with the sharp, pungent musk of spilled seed.

The smell helped to calm her nerves, as odd as that seemed. Or perhaps it was simply being here at last, so close to meeting with Starsong. The trip here had been… harrowing would be far too strong a word, nerve wracking? Yes that would do. Even though few seemed to take note of her and those that did seemed to lose any interest upon seeing the plain, red collar around her neck.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She was here though, ready for her night with Mistress Starsong. To be claimed as a slave, treated no better than any other mare. The goal was so close, and the smell just made that fact seem all that more real to her.

Now she need only find her cage and wait for… Realization crashed down on her as she started to head for the rows of cages. Neither Starsong nor herself had set up a location to meet, they had not worked out how they would find each other among the many, many cages and pens.

Luna forced her breathing to slow down as she felt her nerves starting to flare up. Surely Starsong had something in mind, had thought of this, maybe this was part of a test? Or, they really had just not thought this through fully.

She shook her head, unable to accept that Starsong had been that careless, there had to be something else here, something Luna wasn’t seeing, a way for Starsong to pass along the message to her. If ‘twere me, where would I… Luna’s gaze wandered over the rows of pens before her, coming to rest on a Den Mother who was coaxing a mare out of her cage and comforting her. Of course, the Den Mothers! Who better for their leader to trust with this?

Grinning wide at having figured it out, Luna started towards the aisle. She didn’t want to interrupt a Mother tending to somepony but perhaps just a quick question of where to find one of them that wasn’t busy would not be out of order.

“Can I help you miss?” Luna jumped into the air as a stallion spoke up from behind her, whirling to face the unknown pony that had snuck up on her. She felt her cheeks start to burn in embarrassment as she saw the long counter the stallion was standing behind, he hadn’t snuck up on her, she’d simply been oblivious as she walked past the registration desk.

“First time here?” The stallion was giving her a polite smile that felt entirely out of place given where they were. Combined with his pleasant, helpful tone of voice it made Luna feel more like she was being served at one of the ‘Hayburger’ eateries that had become so common rather than seeking to be locked away in a cage to be sold as somepony’s pleasure slave.

“Aye, pardon me I was not paying attention as much I should have, you startled me. This is where one” Luna quickly wracked her brain, trying to find the proper modern idiom for this, “signs in? Is it not?”

“Yup! Well unless they go through the whole Courthouse thing and get brought in on a slave train. So what are you looking for tonight? Or, just want to look around a bit and get a feel for the place first?”

If speaking to the pony behind the counter is normal for a new slave to do before being taken to a cage… Luna stepped closer to the counter, “Neigh, but perhaps you can help me. I was supposed to meet mine mistress for the evening here, but she failed to specify anything beyond being here.”

The stallion nodded as he pulled over a thick book and flipped it open. “Not a problem, doms set this sort of thing up all the time. Let’s see if she left any instructions, I just need your name.”

“Lu-lookup ‘Fading Crescent’ please.” Luna quickly mentally chastised herself for nearly giving her real name rather than that of her current persona.

He flipped through the book, his hoof sliding down the pages as he looked them over. After a few he looked up and shook his head. “Sorry, don’t see that in here for tonight.”

Luna gave a disappointed grunt in acknowledgement. So much for that idea. We did not tell Starsong what the name of our assumed persona would be in any case. But, she knew we would be disguised so she could not expect us to use our real name, could she?

“Hey now, don’t go giving up.” He reached a wing out to rest on Luna’s shoulder for a moment. “We’ll get this sorted out. What was your mistress’ name? She might have put it down under that instead.”

“Perhaps, 'tis worth a try at least. I am to meet Mistress Starsong Star.”

The stallion’s eyes widened for a moment and he let out a quick whistle. “Wow, first time down here and already got a night with our Alpha Mother? Lucky you.” He went back to his book, flipping back a page before looking up at Luna with a large grin on his muzzle. “Here we are, no name provided but Miss Star left word she was expecting a blue, unicorn mare.”

Luna resisted the urge to leap in the air at the news, twitching slightly as the muscles along her back and sides tried to move her currently absent wings on reflex.

The attendant gave her a moment to calm down before continuing. “She has a cage reserved for you, just a short way down the main aisle; I can take you to it if you want, get you settled in to wait for your mistress.”

“That would be quite appreciated good sir.” Luna stepped back as the stallion came around the counter. She followed along behind him, trying not to prance as she approached her cage, uncertain if the energy she was feeling was more a result of excitement or nervousness. With all the changes made to language over the centuries, one would think somepony would create a word for this situation.

“And here we are, set aside just for you.” The attendant had stopped in front of an empty cage and opened the gate, waving one hoof to invite the mare following him to step inside.

Luna moved up to the cage door to inspect it. It was situated near the front of the Pens, barely half a dozen cages down one of the main runs from the registration desk. It was small, but not so small as to be stifling. Had she been in her true form she would have had to duck rather low to enter it and been unable to stand upright at all, but for an average size pony it would allow a decent amount of movement, if not allowing them to stretch out to their fullest.

She turned to the stallion and gave him a grateful smile. “I thank you again good sir. So I merely enter and await my mistress?”

“Yup! If you need anything I’ll be right over there at the desk, and if you need something more you can call out for help, there will be a few Den Mothers around to come give you a hoof.” He tapped a large, black tag that was attached to the cages lock. “And don’t worry about somepony else trying to grab you, this here lets them know that you’re already taken and just waiting to be picked up.”

“Very good, is there anything else I should be aware of?” As she spoke, Luna stepped into the cage.

“Well, this is a ‘free-to-approach’ zone, but the tag should make most ponies pass you by, unless you’re putting on a show or trying to get their attention at least. But don’t be too surprised if somepony does stop, if you’re not interested, just safe word and tell them. Other then that, well I’d wish you luck, but you’ve already hit the jackpot with the mistress claiming you tonight, so have fun.” The stallion shut the door, making a show of securing the bolt.

“Once more I thank you. 'Twas not the reception I would have anticipated here.” Luna tucked her legs under her as she laid down on the surprisingly comfortable floor of the cage.

“Oh, you mean not leashing you, hauling you into a cage by force, treating you like a slave and all that? Well, no reason to make this any scarier for a first timer then it already can be. We usually save that for slaves that come in on a train from the Courthouse. Now, you enjoy yourself tonight!” With one last wave the stallion walked off, heading back for his desk.

Luna nodded at the logic in his statement, she did find it rather comforting how far the ponies here went to ensure everypony’s sense of ease and security, though she did make a mental note to try the other method of arriving at least once.

As she was left alone, Luna closed her eyes and focused on one of Cadance’s breathing exercises to keep herself calm. So many competing emotions battling within her, worry over if she was doing the right thing, anxiety over whether or not this night would go well, excitement at the prospect of finally being able to let go and indulge her submissive side, concern over just how she should act for Starsong when she arrived, she tried to push all of those to the back of her mind.

Her peace shattered as she heard a clock chiming the hour. It was time! Starsong should be here any moment! Her eyes flew open as she felt somepony passing in front of her cage, her breath catching in her throat only to be let out in a quiet, muffled groan of disappointment as it was merely some stallion she had never seen before looking in at her, not her chosen mistress. The stallion looked her over, glanced at the placard attached to her cage, then gave her a polite nod as he moved on.

Luna let her eyes roam through the aisle while she stayed in place on the floor of her cage, only her tail moving as it twitched excitedly back and forth. She saw no sign of Starsong. Was she held up? Or, is this a test? Does she wish to see how I will respond? Or, is this that idea of ‘fashionably late’ I’ve heard of? Ideas and worries about why she was not here yet flew through the disguised alicorn’s mind till the squeal of a nearby cage being opened drew her attention.

The stallion that had passed her by had stopped at the cage one further down and on the other side of aisle from her. Luna looked over in time to see him leading the mare inside out of her cage by a set of reins attached to a bridle. Luna licked her suddenly quite dry lips as the stallion forced his selected slave down on her front knees while kicking her hind legs apart.

Showing no concern for any audience, the stallion mounted her. Luna’s eyes were glued to his cock as he sank it into its new sheath. Luna let out a small whimper that was lost under the mare’s moan as she watched the slave getting rutted for all to see. Will that be what Starsong does? Place me on display like that? Simply take me immediately? The thought both aroused Luna, as well as made her nervousness rise. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that idea, or what she’d do if that was what her mistress chose.

A startled gasp from the other side made Luna pull her attention away from the lewd display before her. Her breath catching in her throat yet again as she saw the mare she’d been waiting for making her way up the aisle.

Luna wasn’t sure if it was just because she was laying on the ground, the more diminutive stature of her disguise, a mental trick due to placing herself in a submissive mindset, or some combination of the three but Starsong seemed much taller than Luna remembered. A towering, statuesque beauty who moved with an easy, regal grace and poise that her gravid condition did nothing to interfere with. Her illusory wings were still there, tucked neatly against her sides, her entire form on full display. The only ornament she wore was her mask, a red one decorated with designs of all three colors.

She moved slowly down the rows of cages, taking her time to examine each one as she passed, yet always moving forwards. Ponies outside the cages moving to one side to allow her passage while stopping to watch her, the slaves inside their cages rushing to the front of them, pleading, begging, whimpering, all trying to attract her attention. Some with words; promises of their skill, their devotion, of how well they would satisfy her every desire; others displaying it more openly, pressing their damp slits to the bars, laying on their backs to let her watch as they they teased themselves, putting what they had on full display. Starsong acknowledged every one of them with a smile or nod, yet continued to move past them. Each step closer making Luna’s heart beat all the harder.

Starsong stopped while still two cages down from Luna’s, moving closer to inspect one of the slaves. Luna could see the faintest hint of a grin on her muzzle, as well as how the Den Mother’s eye kept focusing on the caged princess. She knew this was her mistress testing her, or simply teasing her a bit, wanting to see how Luna might react. Very well, if it is games she wants to play, then we shall play.

Luna forced herself to remain still, to focus on her breathing and keep herself calm. She turned to watch the still ongoing show on the other side of her cage, the stallion showing no signs of letting up his work on the slave-mare even as her gasping moans grew louder and more intense.

It was just as the slave’s cries were reaching a crescendo that Starsong’s shadow fell over Luna. Tearing her attention away from the display, she faced her mistress for the night, getting her hooves under her and standing, being sure to keep her head and backed bowed in the proper submissive way.

“And what do we have here?” Starsong’s voice was a low, silky purr, “A new face it would seem.” She lifted a hoof to the bars as she leaned closer. “Show off for me little slut. Let me see what I would be getting if I were to claim you.”

All the options for how she might act collapsed down to one. There was no other way Luna could react to such a request from such a mare. Any thought about putting up a fight, resisting, needing to be broken in evaporated as Luna gazed up at the pony towering over her. Bowing her head even lower and keeping her voice as soft as she could she responded. “Yes… Mistress.”

Luna turned around, sinking down to her front knees while spreading her hind legs wide. She looked back over her shoulders and gave Starsong a pleading, needy whimper even as she slid one hoof down between her legs to rub along her already damp folds.

“My my, already excited? Tell me slut, do you like watching other mare’s get taken?” Starsong waved a hoof towards the two ponies that she had been watching a moment ago. The stallion had pulled out of the now well filled and cum leaking mare and taken her reins in his mouth, leading her deeper into the Pens. The moment Luna turned to look Starsong’s magic grabbed her rear end, pulling her backwards till her rump was pressed firmly against the bars of her cage.

Luna dropped her hoof back to the ground as she was tugged back, scrambling for something to hold onto on instinct before surrendering herself to her mistress’ whim. “Y-Yes… Mistress. This slave enjoys watching other slaves being used for their master’s pleasure.”

“Good, good.” Starsong reached a hoof up, pressing it to Luna’s fully exposed marehood. She teased and toyed with it, pulling her folds apart, running her hoof over every sensitive inch of flesh, all with the dispassionate, detached air of somepony inspecting a selection of produce. “I can’t believe that stallion passed over such a fine specimen like you. Tell me, are you skilled at worshiping mares, or do you prefer lavishing your attention on a big, thick cock?”

Luna stifled a moan as she was inspected, determined not to allow Starsong to see how easily she was getting to her. She opened her mouth to reply, only for the held back moan to escape as Starsong slapped her hoof across Luna’s pussy. “Ahhh… This, this slave will do her best to please anypony who claims her, mare or stallion.”

Starsong stepped back, letting her hoof fall away from the dripping snatch, though her magic held her in place with a firm grip on the base of Luna’s tail. “Hmmm… I see. Tell me slave, would you like me to take you along with me? I could use a slave to attend me in my private chambers.”

The caged mare nodded, a massive weight lifting from her as Starsong let her know this would be in private. As enticing and tempting as the thought of being put on display was, Luna had to admit to herself she wasn’t sure she was up for something like that yet.

The quick flash of a warm smile that briefly passed across Starsong’s muzzle let Luna know that she hadn’t hidden anything from the Den Mother about her worries. “I would normally give ponies the pleasure of watching me ravish you like the slut you are but I am feeling rather greedy tonight.” She let go of Luna’s dock, her magic reaching out to grab a Cerberus leash from one of the nearby racks. “So, I will take you back to my chambers and we shall see just how skilled you are. Please me and I just might give you the option of accepting my collar.” She opened the cage door and leaned in close to Luna. “Few ponies have ever refused that offer.”

Luna turned around the moment the grip holding her in place was released, keeping her eyes down, staying in the neutral submissive position as her mistress told her what was going to happen. The thought of being offered a collar made her ears flatten for a moment, it was yet another step she wasn’t sure she wanted to rush, but she was sure this was mostly for the act. “Please Mistress, this slave promises to serve you well, to be a fitting vessel from which to extract thine pleasure.”

“Thine? Rather fitting wording. I like it.” Starsong stepped back, flaring her wings wide, making her seem even larger and more imposing then she already was as she stepped back from the open cage door. “Very well then, come out here slave.”

The slave compiled, meekly stepping out of her cage to stand before her new mistress. The towering pony lifted her mare-cum stained to Luna’s muzzle, the scent of her own arousal filling her nostrils. “Clean it.”

Luna let herself look upwards, fully looking into Starsong’s eyes for the first time that night. Despite the hard, authoritarian tone; the rigid, imposing posture; the demeaning demands and comments being made; Starsong’s expression held nothing but warmth and tenderness.

Luna bowed her head once in acknowledgement of her mistress’ orders before stretching her neck out towards the offered hoof. This was what she wanted, what she’d been craving, being allowed to be no different then anypony else, to be treated as just another slave. To be allowed to, at least for a time, forget her station, her obligations, all the cares and worries of her life and place herself fully under the will of another, become nothing more than a toy, a vessel for them to pleasure themselves upon.

Starsong was giving that to her without hesitation and yet there was more, that look calmed any remaining nerves or anxiety Luna may have; she knew that her mistress cared for her, that no matter what was done, what was required of her, what might happen tonight, or any night, her chosen mistress would above all be looking out for her, taking care of her.

Luna’s tongue danced over Starsong’s hoof, almost greedily lapping up the fluids staining it’s perfect curves. She was going to show her mistress just how skilled her new slave was. Her tongue darted across the smooth, polished surface, slipping down to tease the tender, fleshy frog, sliding back up to give it another thorough licking to make sure every trace of the offending mare-cum had been removed. Luna ended her work by bestowing the hoof a single kiss before she turned around and spread her leg wide, giving Starsong plenty of room to attach the leash in place.

As the cold metal clamps brushed over her teats Luna shuddered. She’d yet to feel what being attached to a Cerberus leash was like and eagerly anticipated finding out. Starsong used the clamps to tease her slave’s nipples, making sure they were nice and stiff before gently attaching them, the sudden pressure and excitement making Luna’s marehood wink, her mistress catching the exposed clit deftly with the third head of the leash.

While Starsong used her magic to thread the rest of the leash under Luna’s body and through her collar, the now leashed mare let out a small, muffled moan. The clamps were not at all what she expected; there was almost no pain, merely a dull ache that was on the border of either becoming quite uncomfortable if she were kept on the leash for too long, or fading into the background and become something she simply was used to. But the mere knowledge of how fully she was now bound to follow her mistress wherever she wished was-

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Her thoughts trailed off in a loud cry as a flare of exquisite pain erupted from her clamped flesh as Starsong gave the leash a tug. Luna stumbled forward a few steps, causing the pain to subside into a dull, throbbing ache. Starsong relaxed her pull on the leash, looking back at her slave, her head cocked inquisitively, clearly giving her charge a few moments to collect herself after that. Luna nodded, giving her mistress a smile, both eager for and dreading having her leash pulled again. “Thank you mistress. This slave is ready to follow you wherever you wish. Please, correct her steps should she falter.”

“Very well then my little slut. Come along, your mistress is eager to test your skills.” Taking up the slack on the leash, Starsong made her way towards towards the entrance of the Slave Pens Luna quickly following behind before the clamps were pulled fully taunt again.

As they moved down the row, the leashed mare couldn’t help but notice the way nearly everypony stopped to stare at them as they passed. Luna felt herself growing more and more uncomfortable as they left the Pens and started to head down Slave Crescent.

By the time they reached the end of the Crescent, Luna was fighting to keep her breathing steady, to just follow along obediently behind her mistress like a good slave. So many ponies were looking at her, watching her. She could hear the whispers, see some of them stopping to point her out to other ponies that hadn’t noticed yet. It was just like the last time, she was standing out, different, excluded. No! Those thoughts are beneath me. Tis not the same! She ground her teeth together, trying to force down the anxiety and fear.

Besides, this would be over soon, they were walking out onto the main thoroughfare of the upper dungeons now. Luna turned to head for the ramps leading up towards the private residences only to be stopped short by the sudden, glorious flare of pain from her crotch as her leash was pulled taunt. Looking up, she saw her mistress had instead turned to head in the opposite direction, right down the center of the most populated and heavily traveled section of the dungeons.

Luna froze, her eyes wide in panic as they looked around. So many ponies, so many eyes, all focused on her, all watching her, judging her. Even the ones not openly staring would turn to glance at the pair as they passed. She felt her chest grow tight as she started having to fight for each shallow, rapid breath. Her hoof started beating a quick, nervous rhythm on the stone beneath her.

She tried to bring her wings up, to at least hide herself behind their protective screen only to feel nothing save the twinges of muscles trying to move something they were no longer attached to. She took a step back, trying to slink into the concealing shadows of the nearest building only for the leash to send another flare of pain through her nethers. She was trapped, helpless, on display like some freakish oddity at a county faire.

Her panicked gaze finally settled on her mistress as the larger mare turned her head to look back at her suddenly frozen slave. Her expression was stern, her mouth a taut line across her muzzle, her wings slightly raised as if in irritation, her ears turned just slightly back, her entire body stiff, waiting. Yet, her eyes were soft, kind, warm. Even behind the mask Luna could clearly see the concern in them, the care, and the unspoken reassurance that Luna had but to speak up and this whole thing ordeal would be over. That she would be freed from her bonds and rushed to the security and privacy nearest safe room to be cared for however she needed.

Luna locked onto her friend’s gaze, holding onto Starsongs calm, reassuring presence like a drowning mare to a piece of flotsam. This was what she wanted, what she needed. She wanted to be treated like any other slave, she needed to become used to this. There was no danger here, no need to worry. She forced herself to take a long, slow breath as the tightness around her barrel eased. She could do this, she was safe, there was nothing to fear, nothing the her mistress would not protect her from. She closed her eyes, taking one more long breath before nodding to the other mare and taking a step forward, ready to proceed. Starsong’s lips twitched up into the briefest hint of a smile before she turned and resumed leading her prize, though moving just the slightest bit slower now.

Her eyes dropped down to the pavement as she started to follow behind her mistress, focusing on mistress’ rear hooves rising and falling ahead of her, trying to ignore the still omnipresent sensation of eyes staring at her. Cease being such a foal Luna! None here know who We are. None did such actions when we were on our way into the Pens. It cannot be what you are assuming, it never is. We cannot again allow base fear and assumption to control us like this! Open your eyes and look for a change!

She forced herself to actually look at one group of ponies that had stopped to watch as she was led past them, made sure to actually look at their faces, their expressions. See! There is no fear, no awe, no hesitation, none of what we saw the last time.

Indeed, actually looking at them, there were none of the things she had been so certain of. If anything, the most prevalent emotion on display was envy among the collared ponies, and a knowing, amused smile among the faces hidden behind masks. They are not judging you, Luna. They do not even KNOW who you are! They are staring because you are being claimed by one of the most sought after mistresses in this place. They do not wish to hide from you, to avoid you, they are not even seeing you only ‘Mistress Starsong’s slave’. They are not afraid of you, they wish to BE you.

Luna’s steps sped up, her gate becoming more sure, her tail starting to twitch side to side in time with her motions. She was actually doing this. She was not only fitting in, but drawing envy from others. She was a slave in service to her mistress, being shown off with pride by a mare of clear taste. This was everything she could have wished for. She snapped her gaze back to her mistress just in time to see her head turn away, but not before Luna saw the clear grin on Starsong’s muzzle.

Fading Crescent eagerly followed behind her mistress, being sure to keep the proper submissive posture of a well trained and obedient slave while nearly strutting down the corridor. Her tail flicking to the side whenever she caught a pony looking at her rump. She had a duty to ensure everypony knew what high standards and good taste her mistress had.

The slave lost track of time as her mistress paraded her prize around the main halls of the dungeon. Everywhere they went ponies stopped to watch as the statuesque mare led her newest acquisition around, Fading did her best to appear to ignore them and focus only on her Mistress’ swaying rump but her ears constantly swiveled to try and catch everything said as they passed.

The compliments directed at Starsong for her choice of slaves made Fading grin and add a bit of a prideful brazenness to her motions. The lewd, vulgar calls of what they thought the two might do or suggestions shouted out to them made her cheeks redden and her marehood heat up. Best of all were the few envious comments directed at her, everytime she heard one she sped up slightly, moving closer to her mistress, making sure everypony knew exactly who the regal mare’s choice of company for the evening was while quietly reveling in that fact.

They made a long, slow loop through the main plazas before finally coming to a stop in the middle of one with several raised platforms, each holding a public pillory or two. An eager hush fell on the crowd nearest the two as they waited to see what Starsong had in mind. Fading looked between her mistress and wooden frame sitting empty atop the dias they’d stopped next to. Her ears and tail pinned themselves down close to her body as her mistress turned and gave her an evaluating look then turned to look over the pillory.

Fading’s hooves started to shuffle on the paving stones as the endless moments stretched on and she awaited her mistress’ decision. Part of her eager to truly show how good a slave she could be, to show everypony just how well she could please her mistress, to be the perfect pleasure toy worthy of the mare that had deigned to allow her such honor. Yet another part dreaded the idea of being put on display like that, of being forced to perform in front of so many, all of them judging, evaluating, ready to cast their scorn and derision at the slightest mistake she might make. Of being judge and found wanting.

She opened her mouth to ask her mistress what she wished, needing to know for sure, needing a solid answer, needing some idea of what to expect, yet her mouth was to dry and her throat too tight to get any words out.

“No, not tonight. I want you all to myself for now… but perhaps some other time.” Her mistress’ silky voice cut through the air, snapping the slave out of her internal debate. Even as a disappointed sigh ran through the watching crowd Luna felt a shudder of relief run down her body.

Starsong gave her slaves leash a quick tug,just enough to cause a the slightest hint of glorious agony in the bound mare’s loins before starting to head for the exit of the plaza. Luna jumped forward at the tug, pressing close to her mistress, as much to stave off a harder pull on the leash as it was to seek comfort in her reassuring presence. The crowds around them suddenly felt much closer, much more overwhelming.

It wasn’t till the pathway under her hooves began to slope upwards that Luna realized they had left the crowds behind and turned off of the main hallways, heading towards the residences. She let out an explosive sigh of relief as a massive weight seemed to evaporate from her back. Her legs began to shake with each step and she felt herself having to clench her jaw to keep her teeth from rattling together.

Her mistress slowed down as they climbed upwards. Once they reached the top of the ramp she guided her slave to a small alcove before turning around to face her. The warm, proud smile on her face made Luna want to leap into the air and chear.

“You did very well little one. Your mistress is very proud of you.” Starsong ran a wing down Luna’s neck as she leaned in kiss her forehead. “Such a good, obedient little slave, yes I’ve chosen quite well.”

Luna blushed at the compliment and kiss, but her legs did feel much sturdier now. She understood what else Starsong was trying to say easily enough, but if her ‘mistress’ wanted to keep things in character Luna would do the same, as much as she wanted to throw her hooves around the doctor and thank her for everything so far.

The walk through the streets had been harrowing, but she had done it. It had been frightening, exhilarating, terrifying, wonderful, she was still trying to process everything, and there was still more yet to come! She gave a proper, demure nod to her mistress. “Thank you, this slave is very glad to have been chosen by such a wonderful mistress and she hopes to continue proving herself worthy.”

“I’m sure you will. Now, come along we are almost to your new home.” Starsong turned to head off down the hallway again, giving the leash the gentlest possible tug.

It was only a short walk down the corridor before Starsong stopped in front of a door, her magic washing over the crystal embedded in it and causing it to swing open. She gave her pets leash one last tug, drawing out a now familiar moaning hiss from the slave as Luna eagerly followed behind. She stopped just inside the door as Starsong turned, one wing sweeping around the room. “Do you like your new home slave?”

Luna let herself take a few moments to take in the room before answering. It was grand, far larger than it should have been given its location but that was nothing unusual in the Society, the result extremely generous application of Starswirl’s spatial warping spells. Though she was certain the large, open balcony overlooking a cityscape was purely an illusion.

The high, open ceiling was supported by a series of slim, artistically carved pillars with sweeping arches between them; long, sheer, silken cloth hung from the soaring stonework. The room was covered with piles of pillows, cushions, and other soft things, some in shallow pits like back in Starsong’s office, others piled high, such as the almost throne like mound the dominated the center of the room.

The slave smiled as she took it all in, it was so exotic, so different, reminding her of the stories of Saddle Arabian harems. Taking another look around, she started to spot other details she’d missed the first time. The hilt of a crop sticking out under a pillow here, the coiled outline of a whip tucked behind a drape over there. Everywhere she looked there was at least one such implement within easy reach, and she was sure there would be many more hidden more securely, always ready for her mistress to take them out at any time if she wished.

The thought brought a moan to Luna’s lips, one forced out as she felt her new owner’s magic caressing her sore nethers, gently massageing her teats and clit even as she unclipped the heads of the leash. She finally turned back to her mistress and bowed low. “It is a grand home for any slave. This one only hopes she will be able to prove herself worthy of it.”

“I am sure you will little one. You are already proving to be quite the obedient little toy.” Starsong was nearly purring as she spoke. “But first, we must get you properly attired, slave Luna.”

The use of her name made Luna pause, was Starsong hinting that she wished her to drop the disguise now that they were in private? The confusion lasted only a moment before Starsong levitated over a Saddle Arabian sized ponnequin draped in a wispy, silken slave mare’s outfit. One that was far too large for Fading Crescent, but looked perfectly sized for Luna. The addition of an alicorn sized pet bed being tucked at the side of the ‘throne’ serving as proverbial icing on the cake to make this clear.

“Of course my mistress.” Luna closed her eyes, letting her magic wash over herself, reversing the transformation spell, being sure to devote a small bit of her magic to enlarge her collar as well. Once that was done the alicorn took a moment to stretch and check everything had returned to normal before obeying her mistress’ order. The outfit was less any form of proper clothing than it was a series of thin, wispy scarves and veils in various dark shades of purple and blue that draped across her body, accentuating her form rather than obscuring any of it.

The entire time Starsong silently watched, having moved to sit atop the pillow throne while Luna had changed. Even while looking away to make sure she was putting things in the right place, she could still feel her mistress’ eyes on her, the constant gaze making Luna’s cheeks burn slightly, while an even deeper warmth was growing between her legs.

After getting the final veil in place over her muzzle, Luna looked back up to her mistress for further instructions, the question fading from her lips as she saw the large, oddly colored feline lounging next to the ‘alicorn’. The creature radiated magic that the princess could feel without even trying, strong yet also familiar. It took her a moment to realize the creature’s magic felt identical to Starsong’s, if more concentrated. “A familiar? Truly? It is good to see such things are not a lost art.”

Starsong chuckled, one hoof stroking down her familair’s back. “Not lost, just extremely uncommon. I see I’ve chosen a very well read slave as well as very lovely one.” The lounging mare gave her waiting slave a small smirk.

Luna’s cheeks burned a bit hotter as she dropped back into her role, mentally chastising herself for slipping out of character. “Thank you my mistress. This slave is pleased that you are satisfied with your choice. Please, tell this slave how she might serve you.”

“And so polite and well trained too. Yes, I am very pleased with my choice. First off, come closer.” Starsong pulled a coiled whip out from under one of the nearby pillows, motioning to the the pet bed sitting in front of her throne with it. “Next, I believe I fancy being called ‘queen’ tonight. A rather fitting title, don’t you agree slave?”

Luna started moving to the indicated spot the moment her mist-queen gestured towards it. She bowed low before taking her place. “Yes my queen, a very fitting title for one as radiant and majestic as yourself.”

The slave let out a quick gasp as her Mistress magic grabbed her, pulling her right up to the queen, close enough to feel the heat of her body. The queen grinned at her slave, one hoof stroking down Luna’s cheek and neck in a startlingly similar way to how she had pet the feline still curled up nearby. “Such a good slave already. Yes, we are going to have so much fun.” Starsong lowered her face till it was hovering barely a hair's breadth from Luna’s own. “Now, why don’t you go be a good favored slave and make me, no, make us some tea.”

It took Luna a few seconds to react as Starsong pulled herself back, having been preparing for several possible ways things could have gone, none of them involving what happened. Once she managed to process everything she leapt to her hooves. “Of course my queen.” She turned to obey the command before looking back sheepishly. “That is, this slave will gladly do that, but she does not know her way around your glorious palace my queen.”

A short, silvery peal of laughter filled the room before Starsong pointed towards a small door set into the back wall. “Or course, right through there you will find a small kitchen.” Before Luna could head for the door Starsong held up a hoof to block her. “And, Luna, if I do anything you don’t like, please, tell me. Tonight is for you to enjoy yourself after all.”

“I will Starsong, and… thank you. Tonight has already been incredible. I am sure whatever else is to come will be splendid as well.” Giving the Den Mother a grateful bow the princess made for the kitchen to fulfill her queen’s command.

~~S~~

Starsong leaned back on the pile of cushions one hoof idly stroking her familiar’s coat as she watched Luna heading for the kitchen, smiling at the unobstructed view of the royal marehood, the hints of glistening liquid showing the alicorn’s excitement. Once Luna was through the door and out of sight Starsong checked the not so little surprise she had tucked away under a nearby pillow, wondering just how her slave would react when it was finally brought out.

Things had been going well so far. The near incident during their trip up here only confirming to Starsong she was on the right course of action. Luna was a natural at this, her biggest issue was her own doubts and insecurities. She needed somepony to push her, not to coddle her. To make her confront the things she was scared of directly while still providing a safety net for her to rely on should things go to far for her to handle.

Still, she needed to be sure to keep a close eye on her. Luna was clearly struggling with guilt and self-worth issues, both things that could very easily push a pony into SASS or worse. Starsong was sure that Luna had come for help before things had become that serious, but she was still a high risk case. It would be a delicate balancing act, pushing her hard enough to make progress but not harder then she could take without added strain.

She let her thoughts drift from her patient to her slave, picturing those rounded flanks as she swayed into the kitchen. So eager, almost desperate to please her mistress. Starsong could leap on her the moment she stepped back out of the door and have her wy with her, and she was sure Luna would be more the ready.

The queen shook her head, her eyes darting to her waiting surprise. No, no. Take it slow, make her wait, draw it out, it would make things that much better when she finally relented and gave her slave what she wanted.

Her ruminations were pushed aside as she realized just how long Luna had been gone. She tapped a hoof on the edge of her throne, looking worriedly at the door to the kitchenette. Perhaps she simply needed a few minutes to collect herself. I’ll give her another minute or two, then if she’s not out I’ll knock and make sure she’s… Nevermind. Her thoughts cut off as the door was pushed open, Starsong quickly slipping back into a regal pose, giving the approaching mare a warm smile.

Her trained eyes quickly looked over the slave, spying several oddities. The slight charing along the hem of one of the silk scarves draped over Luna’s flanks, the shiny patch on the edge of her lips showing a recent mild burn, as well as what looked like a few cinders floating through her ethereal mane. Odd, yet nothing alarming, not compared to the proud grin on the alicorn’s muzzle as she knelt and offered up the tea tray, using her hooves rather then her magic to hold it in place.

“Very good little slave. So well mannered, so thoughtful.” Starsong lifted up her offered tea cup while Luna beamed at the praise while maintaining a near perfect submissive position, keeping her eyes lowered, her head bowed, wings just slightly lifted in excitement.

The first sip of tea made Starsong quite glad that her slave wasn’t looking closely at her queen’s face and so missed the split second change in her expression. While far from the worst cup she’d been offered, it was far from what she could call ‘good’ either. A quite unique blend of the bitterness of an oversteeped brew, as well as the weak flavor of one that hadn’t been given enough time to steep. Still, the slave was clearly trying and she was a lenient, caring Queen. She took another long sip while pulling a small vial of starbright from its rack on one of the nearby pillars.

Setting her tea back on its tray she let the vial hover over Luna’s untouched cup. “Very good. You are being such a wonderful little slave, I believe it’s time for your reward.” She poured the starbright into the drink before nudging it towards the slave, trying to encourage her to take it. Luna leaned over to sniff at the tea, a flash of recognition crossing her features a moment before she grabbed the tea in her magic and began to slowly drink it.

Luna downed the cup in a single, steady pull before setting it down and looking up at her mistress. “Thank you my queen. This slave is glad that she is able to please you. She is eager to serve you however you wish.”

Starsong found it impossible not to grin a bit wider at just how adorable her slave was acting. Her clear eagerness made it hard to resist moving on to what the princess was clearly hoping for, but not quite yet; Starsong wanted this to be as good as possible for Luna, and a bit more waiting while the starbright took full effect would be the last piece before seeing how she reacts to her queen’s surprise.

She levitated over a brush and started to run it down her slave’s neck and sides, sliding it under and around the thin veils. “I do so love taking care of my pets.” Just a little more reinforcement of Luna’s place, a pet, a toy, a prize, something to be cared for, but lesser than her queen. Something Starsong had found brushing like this to do very well, while also helping a new sub relax before taking that final step and also letting her judge just how well the starbright was taking effect. As Luna began to moan softly under the brush, shudder ever so slightly at the touch, Starsong ordered her to roll onto her back, it was time to start having some real fun.

“You are such a lovely slave my dear,” Starsong ran the brush along Luna’s chest and stomach, each stroke ending just a bit lower than the last, “So dutiful and passionate. Of all the mares I’ve brought to my chambers, I think I just might end up favoring you the most.” Her brush strokes had reach Luna’s thighs.

The prone mare spread her rear legs wide, eagerly exposing herself for her queen. The thick scent of her arousal filling the air as she squirmed under the teasing. “Thank you my queen. This slave hopes to earn that praise. She wishes only to please you, however you my wish.”

The plaintive, needy tone to Luna’s voice was the last push, trying to tease her any long would just be cruel, and she didn’t want to be that cruel to her newest slave… yet. “Oh really? Well, I do believe I have a way for you to start. Your queen would like some entertainment.” Her magic slid her planned surprise out of its hiding place, a large, thick, pure white dildo. Even if one missed the tiny, stylized picture of a sun imprinted near the base, there was no mistaking who the majestic toy was meant to represent.

She carefully watched Luna as the alicorn looked over the offered toy, both hoping that this wasn’t pushing her a bit too far as well as to see just how her newest patient dealt with something unexpected like this.

The princess stayed on her back, her whole body stiffening for a split second, her ears flattening down but not quite pinning all the way to her skull as her eyes went wide. She recovered from the shock quickly, ears perking back up as she looked between the toy and the pony offering it to her. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as her gaze focused on the toy finally, even as her hips started to very, very lightly twitch. She took a few short breaths and swallowed hard before finally nodding and taking the toy in her magic. “This slave would be honored to entertain her Queen however she wishes.”

Starsong smirked, pleased that her slave was accepting this, as well as at how well she’d been able to read her. She leaned back on her throne, spreading her legs wide enough for the slave to get a good view of her queen’s own damp marehood. “Very good, now go on, get it ready. Your queen wants a good show of you riding it nice and hard, slave.” As Luna sat up and gripped the toy between her hooves Starsong pulled out her other hidden toy, another fake cock identical to the one her slave had been given save for its dark blue coloration.

Luna leaned down to the white cock, her eyes focused on her queen as she gently kissed the tip, her tongue darting out to very slowly circle around the flared head. She worked her way down the shaft, kissing, nuzzling, licking, all the time keeping her eyes locked on Starsong’s. It wasn’t till she had traced her tongue back up to the very top in a single, sensual lick that she finally looked away, focusing down on the toy as she started to slide it into her mouth.

Starsong’s breathing quickened as she watched the show, her magic sliding her own toy down between her legs, teasing her steadily dampening folds with the head of the pseudo-cock. She let out a tiny moan as her slave continued sliding further and further down on the toy, twisting and turning her head around the shaft the whole way.

The queen was about to praise her slave on being such an eager little slut when Luna lifted her head, twisting just right to show off the bulge forming in her throat. The words died on Starsong’s lips as she watched it get bigger and bigger, Luna taking more and more of the impressive length without a single sign of hesitation or trouble.

The mate to the cock being deepthroated was pushed deeper between the queen’s legs, sliding easily into her damp cunt as Starsong watched the performance. Luna took the toy down to the base, leaving just enough out to get a firm grip on before pulling it out in a single motion and looking back up to her queen while nuzzling the now glistening shaft. Starsong let one of her wing tips brush over the waiting slave’s cheek. “Good, very good little slave. I think it’s ready now. Go on, give your queen a good show of you riding it, and don’t hold back, she wants to hear you moan like the slut you are.”

It was hard to tell if the flush the came to the slave’s cheeks was due to embarrassment or excitement, but either way she nodded and moved back just far enough to have a clear space around her. She set the dildo on the floor, using her magic to hold it in place as she moved to mount it. Only once she was in position on top of it did she seem to notice the toy her queen was using, the flush growing deeper. Her eyes locked on the blue cock working its way into her queen’s depths, the slave lowered herself onto the thick shaft, moaning loudly as her aching cunt was finally filled.

Starsong held back her own moans as best she could, wanting to let Luna enjoy this without distraction. Luna was taking her time, impaling herself only down to the toy’s medial ring before rising back up, slow, steady thrusts while leaning back to make sure her queen could see every inch as it slid in and out of her tight little fuckhole.

The slave closed her eyes and started to ride the pseudo-cock harder, her moaning growing louder and faster. One forehoof slid down to rub her clit as she started to sink even lower on the dildo. Her queen leaned in close enough to nip one of Luna’s ears before whispering softly into it. “Slut. Such a depraved, wanton little slave. Go on, scream louder, I want to hear every last moan you incestous slut.”

She leaned back, grinning at the effect on her slave. After freezing in place for a moment, Luna let out her longest, most passionate moan of the night as she fully impaled herself on the cock.

She shifted forward, getting a better angle to bear down on her toy, a position that limited how well Starsong could watch it sliding into her slave, but not enough for to chastise her slave over. Not when the little slut was riding it so wildly and clearly enjoying herself.

Starsong tried to keep her own toy pumping into her in time with her slave’s motions, part of her picturing the lovely, wonton mare riding her instead of some of the toy. She snapped out of her imagination when Luna started speaking in quick, gasping breaths. “Good, so good! S-Sister’s cock feels… so good in… in my slutty body!”

The queen slowed down her own toy, sliding it out to gently tease her folds as she smiled wide at her little pet fully getting into the act. “That’s it, such a good slut. Louder, let me hear what it sounds like when you’re really riding her.”

There was briefest pause, just long enough to make Starsong think she might have crossed a line, before Luna responded again. She slammed herself down as hard and fast as she could, strong enough that Starsong could hear her rump hitting the ground. “Good! So good! Sister’s cock is so perfect… o-only my… my queen’s glorious cock could… could fill my needy foalhole… b-better!”

Setting the blue cock aside, Starsong rolled herself up into a sitting position, grinding her still dripping cunt on the cushion under her. This was getting hotter then she had imagined it, maybe Luna was ready to move a bit faster. “Hmmmm… keep going like this, and you might just convince your queen to rut you senseless tonight.”

“Yes, yes please! Please my queen!” Luna had kept herself sunk to the hilt on the cock, sliding her hips along the floor, grinding along the length impaled inside of her. “Not even sister’s wonderful cock and make me feel as good as yours!”

Luna looked up at Starsong, her lower lip held gently between her teeth, indecision and hesitation clear on her features. Finally, with a whimpering moan, Liuna gave in to whatever thought she’d been considering and gave the regal pony sitting above her a pleading, needy stare. “S-Sister is… is good. But… but only mother truly know how to fuck her slutty little filly!”

Starsong was on her hooves and prowling towards the pleading mare before she could think. She nuzzled Luna’s neck, taking a long, slow breath, filling her nose with the tangy scent of her ‘daughter’s’ sweat and lust. “Mother you say?” Moving quickly she bit down on Luna’s mane, being sure to dig her pointed canines into her coat just hard enough to be felt without breaking the skin, while also trying to ignore just how odd it felt to bite down on the following, ethereal mane.

She half drug, half led the slave over to the throne pile, bending her over it, forcing her muzzle into the cushion that Starsong had soaked with her juices. Mounting the alicorn proved a bit more difficult than expected between her own gravid belly and the Princess being larger than other ponies, but she managed it. “Does my little slut want mommy to fill her?”

“Yes, yes, please yes mother! Nopony can make this slut feel as good as mommy does!” The princess was doing her best to push back against the mare mounting her, her marehood winking constantly as marecum pooled on the floor under them

It only took a moment for Starsong to cast the very familiar spell. She had her cock form underneath Luna, letting the slave feel every inch slide along her burning folds as it grew into place. Not even considering dragging this out any longer, the moment the spell was complete Starsong pulled back and sank into the royal cunt, letting out her own loud, moaning whiny as the tight, soaked passage eagerly gripped her cock.

“Is this what you want slut? For mommy to breed you?” She thrust in hard, forcing her daughter to take her entire shaft, letting her heavy balls slap hard against her damp thighs.

Luna stiffened again before shuddering and letting out her own matching moan, nodding eagerly into the pillows while her forehooves gripped them tight. “Yes, yes! Fuck me! Breed me! Give me a brother to be a fuck toy for!”

Incest and breeding? Luna, you kinky, kinky little thing. Starsong gave a triumphant cry as she started to rut the mare under her, giving no thought to her pleasure, merely taking her like the slave she was. “Oh no, I think your new sibling will be like mommy, a mare with a nice, thick cock.”

Luna screamed loudly as her ‘mother’ continued to violate her without thought or care to anything but her own pleasure. “Yes! Yes! A glorious cock that I shall always service! A breeding spear to show her worthless sister-mother her place just like mommy! Please! Rut me, breed me, make me your family fuck toy while sister watches!”

Starsong had to fight not to blow her load as the princess continued her depraved begging, finally putting a hoof to her lips. “Shhh my child, you speak too much for a broodmare.” Being sure to keep her tone as gentle and loving as possible, not wanting Luna to take it personally or feel this was anything but part of the act.

The cries cut off into whimpering, needy moans as Luna bit down on the cushion. Starsong grinned and got to work truly rutting her new slave, showing her no more concern then she would any other fuck toy. All the while the alicorn’s muffled moans grew louder, quicker, her whole body tensing till Starsong could tell she was right on the edge.

Leaning down Starsong let her fangs brush over Luna’s neck. Yes, yes she would end it like that. How many ponies got to find out what royal blood tasted like “Cum cum for mommy. You know how much mommy loves it when her slutty little filly cums for her like a good broodwhore.”

The words stripped whatever control Luna was still exerting. The mare let go of the cushion, tossing her head back in a long, high pitch scream that made Starsong pin her ears down and seemed to cause every bit of drapery in the room blow away from them.

At the same time her body shook, shuddering along its whole length, her marehood clenching down even tighter on the shaft plunging wildly into it. There was no holding back from that for long. Starsong found a safe spot along Luna’s neck, far from anything vital and were her mane would easily hide the mark before biting down just hard enough to break the skin.

As the first hint of the rich, coppery taste of blood hit Starsong’s tongue the mare’s cock throbbed, the first powerful rush of seed pumping deep into the slave under her. Over and over Starsong’s cum flooded Luna’s body, painting her womb white, backing out and leaking down her thighs, puddling on the floor beneath them.

After the initial heavy rush she slowed down her thrusts, easy, slow motions, milking her cock as long as possible while pushing her partner’s own orgasm as far as she could. As they both started to come down from their shared climax, Starsong gently stroked a hoof down Luna’s neck, avoiding the small patch of blood that had already ceased spreading. “Good, you did so good pleasing your mistress little one.”

Luna went limp under her with a sigh. She weakly looked up, smiling at the other mare. “Thank you mommy, for giving this slave such a good present.”

“And thank you for pleasing me so well.” She pulled out of Luna and moved to lay beside her, one wing draping across the alicorn’s back. “How do you feel?”

“Satisfied.”

~~L~~

Luna lost track of how long she lay there beside her ‘mother’, relaxing in her warm embrace while letting the afterglow of her first true climax in over a millenia wash over her. Satisfied simply to know she’d done well. Had been such a good slave for her mistress. No, for her mo...ther…

Her eyes flew open as she sat up, looking between the fallen toys and the mare pressing close to her. Her sides began heaving as her breathing grew shorter, faster. They had just… and she had… The reality of what had just happened began to close in on her. She shook her head, trying to force her breathing back under control.

“Luna? Are you alright?” Starsong nuzzled the alicorn’s neck, her hoof gently stroking down the panting mare’s side.

Luna shook her head again, trying to focus on the concerned voice and the reassuring presence next to her. “No-yes-mayhaps…” She forced herself to take along, deep breath. “Clockface. We-I just need a few… need to, to think about this. For a moment.”

Starsong pressed close, her hooves wrapped around her sub. “Luna, it’s okay. Focus on me, just listen to my voice and breath. In and out. It’s alright Luna, nothing that happened here will ever leave this room. Just breath.”

It took nearly a minute but Luna managed to get her breathing mostly back under control. Though every breath being filled with the scent of their session, and the feel of the damp cushions under her made it hard to fully relax. “Thank you. I, I am better I, I think I merely need to rest for a few moments.” She jerked her muzzle towards one of the piles of pillows furthest from the throne.

Getting up slowly she noticed that both of the used toys had disappeared from view, as had Starsong’s stallionhood and mask. Seeing the other mare’s face felt oddly comforting, even without the deep compassion and worry she saw there.

Moving slowly, Starsong keeping right beside her the whole time, Luna made her way to the pillow pile. She tried her best not to simply flop down on top of it and only partially succeeded. Starsong lowered herself much more gracefully.

The Den Mother pulled a pitcher of water from a nearby table, filling a glass and lifting it to Luna’s lips. “Before anything else, you need to drink something. Probably the single most important thing after a session next to checking for injuries.”

Luna took the glass, not feeling particularly in need of water, but trusting to the Den Mother’s expertise. The first sip made her realize just how dry and raw her throat was and she downed the entire glass in a few frantic gulps, a smiling Starsong refilling it two more times before Luna felt satisfied.

Finally setting the glass aside Luna turned to her companion. “Thank you, again. This, this did not proceed at all as I pictured and I… I am not, entirely sure how I feel about, about how it did.” She quickly held up a wing. “Not that I am blaming you at all, it, is more a surprise to find I still… that I might feel this way.” She shook her head again and looked away, unsure how she felt, let alone how to speak about it.

She felt a hoof stroking comfortingly down her back. “It’s alright Luna, I understand. Sometimes, letting go so completely can cause us to find parts of ourselves we were never aware of. But remember,” the mare nuzzled Luna’s cheek, “I will always be here for you. If you ever need to talk about anything, at any time, my door is always open for a friend.”

Friend. First Twilight Sparkle, now Starsong. Barely knowing her, yet eager to help her, to declared themselves her friend, to support her. Had things changed so much? Or… Her thoughts collapsed as a dry sob escaped her throat. She leaned into Starsong, pressing her head under the matronly mare’s chin, burying her muzzle in her chest as more and more sobs broke through.

Starsong wrapped her wings around her friend and held her close, making small, soft sounds to help Luna relax, holding her till the sobbing stopped and Luna pulled back. “We do not know how to even begin to adequately show our appreciation for everything thou hast-”

Luna was cut off as Starsong put a hoof to her lips. “Shush, I’ve already told you you don’t have to do a thing.”

The alicorn nodded, waiting for the hoof to be removed before speaking again. “Very well, but know that we are grateful.” She wiped a bit of moisture off her cheek with a wing. “Though we are not sure why we are being so maudlin at the moment.”

“It’s really quite normal after an intense session. Most of your defenses get lowered when you open yourself up, and then add on your body being flush with hormones and endorphins.” Starsong chuckled and gave Luna a slightly sheepish smile. “But you weren’t really asking for a biology lesson, were you?”

“Neigh, but tis good to know.” She sighed, moving to sit right next to her friend, leaning up against the mare. “I believe we know what we shall be speaking about for our mine next therapy session. Unless this counts as such.”

“If you want to talk about this, then yes. Remember, those session are for you, whatever it is you feel the need to talk about. I’m just there to listen and try to help you work through it. And yes, exploring your kinks can very much count as a therapy session. You’d be surprised by how many ponies use this to help them cope with things, or even to better understand themselves.”

“I have found myself surprised by much of late; things have changed so much.” Luna let her head rest on Starsong’s shoulder. “It used to be so simple. We tended to the Fires of Devotion, shared our bodies freely to grow the Flames. Even once the Society truly formed things were rarely more than indulging in the most basic of the forms of devotion now practiced. Or, has it always been like this, and I was simply too blinded by mine own needy foalishness to see?”

“Shh, that’s in the past now Luna.” Starsong took one of Luna’s hooves, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Indeed. Again, thank you, for helping Us move past this.” Luna pulled away slightly to give Starsong’s cheek a nuzzle.

Starsong batted her playfully with a wing. “Stop that, your smile is all the thanks I need.”

A dark blue wing folded around Starsong, drawing her tight against the alicorn. “Fie, now I know thou art but seeking to flatter Us!”

The Den Mother chuckled, sliding her head under Luna’s chin. “Tis a Lie! We wouldst nary do such a thing! We hast sworn an oath to speak naught but the truth!”

Luna wrapped her wings around her friend, holding her close, one wing tip sliding down to slowly inch its way under the other mare’s rump. “Well then, wouldst thou be ready to give us our next lesson in helping us to return to this life? We art feeling quite rested if thou wishes to proceed.”

Starsong pulled back just enough to look up at Luna, her expression serious and concerned, but still warm and cheerful. “Art thou sure thou art up for it? We would not wish you to push yourself too far on thine first night.”

“We art sure. Thou has pushed us, true, but hardly to our limit. Not after having time to rest and reflect.” Luna leaned forward, pushing Starsong onto her back. She kissed the mare’s chest before looking back up at her. “We would greatly like to show thee in what other ways we might truly please Our Queen.”

Starsong pushed Luna away just long enough to call her mask back over to her. “Alright, but don’t expect us to take it easy on you, slave.”

“We would not have it any other way. Clockface?”

“Clockface.”