-The Journal of Fine Silk, Daughter of Gossamer & Sea Silk-

The first harvest of this year is promising to be fruitful. Reports from my managers in Manehattan and Seaddle are showing that five of the herd have already gone to cocoon. I should receive the reports from Los Manegeles upon arriving at the estate. A storm has delayed their departure, and we’re experiencing the tail end of~~~

"Huuurgh..."

Fine Silk grumbled in slight frustration and anxiety as her sky carriage shook in the turbulence. The paint unicorn had never liked flying through storms, even with the relative cover that they provided for her flights to and from Canterlot, and she used both hands to steady herself between the wall of the carriage and the large, bulbous blue cocoon next to her as the vehicle (and her belly) gave an unpleasant jolt. Inside the silk oval, Choquette continued to sleep, entranced and undisturbed by the storm.

Black, ungloved hands caressed the blue filaments, which glowed briefly under her fingertips as they passed, and Fine Silk released a sigh of relief. At least her cocooned herd members didn’t have to worry about such a mortal thing as basiphobia, and they would still be protected in case the carriage split open high in the sky.

Retrieving her quill with one hand, Fine Silk continued to write:

~~of the storm here in Canterlot. My immediate herd are safe. Sun Cake and Moon Cake are beginning their shared cocoon, and Cassatta’s has taken on a deeper shade of green this time around. Her thread will be a perfect color for next spring. Raspberry Delight is producing a lovely shade of deep rose pink. Even with her lack of resistance to my taking control of her ley lines, the silk she is producing is some of the softest I have felt in this generation. Baklava has made a fine choice in mare friend.

“Mistress?” a small voice asked, desperately attempting to be unassuming, but Fine Silk looked up anyways. Across the carriage from her was the brown unicorn in question, blue eyes slightly hazy as she began to enter her cocoon trance. Three of the giant, corporeal spider legs extending from the ceiling of the carriage, formed by brilliant purple magic, were already beginning to weave fine golden thread around the nude, glowing unicorn.

“Yes, Baklava? What is it?” she replied gently. Fine Silk could never punish any of her herd, especially for something as innocent as a question.

“Did...did I do alright with Razzy?” The baker sounded remarkably unsure of herself, which was such an odd thing. Before and after joining Fine Silk’s herd, she’d always been remarkably confident. “Would she have been happy not being with us?”

Even as the carriage bumped and quaked, Fine Silk squared herself and moved to kneel in front of Baklava, jumping over the light green and pink cocoon squeezed onto the floor. Her herd needed her, and she would never deny them that help or reassurance. “You were wonderful to her, Baklava, I promise,” she crooned, eternally honest and kind. “She would not have lasted long if we had not stepped in. We’re giving her a chance at a future, and you are giving her a chance at love. You love her, don’t you?”

“Oh, I-I could never love her as much as you-” The other unicorn, so smart and intelligent and sweet, faltered in her response, and the golden glow began to dissipate from her body. The spider legs above them both halted their movement; there was no silk to be produced from a distressed pony.

“Shhhh, Baklava.” Fine Silk took the baker’s strong, capable hands between her own and kissed them. Through their mental link, she pushed confidence and calm to the other unicorn to help bolster her. “There is nothing wrong with loving another, inside the herd or out. I know that we’ll always love each other, but you should also find love with another if that is what you want.” She reached up to wipe a tear from the corner of Baklava’s cloudy eyes, and the chestnut pony unconsciously leaned into the hand.

The tears ceased almost immediately as Baklava’s worries eased under her Mistress’ gentle touch and the emotions shared between their telepathic bond. The subtle tension melted from her body like butter in a pan. “I love you, Mistress Silk,” she whispered into the tailor’s pitch black hands, leaving a soft kiss there.

“I love you too, Baklava.” Just like she loved everyone in her herd, but Fine Silk didn’t need to say that out loud. She continued to press one hand to Baklava’s cheek and rub her knee with the other, and the magical spider-leg constructs suspended from the roof began to work again, gently wrapping the baker inside silk that was a deeper gold than her mane. As Fine Silk watched, another of her magical legs began to weave a small strand between Baklava’s cocoon and the one next to her, joining brilliant gold with deep rosy pink. Threads began to run from around the baker's horn and glowed a magical blue.

“Dream, Baklava,” the tailor whispered, less an order and more of an encouragement. Baklava’s own ley lines would translate it to an order from her Mistress, anyways. “Dream of you and Raspberry Delight, and the love and pleasure that you’ll share with each other.” Finally, the other mare let out a melodic sigh, closed her faded blue eyes, and sunk deep into her pleasured trance so that blue silk could cover her eyes. Maybe, through the physical link between her cocoon and Raspberry Delight’s, Baklava could share in her mare friend’s erotic trance as well. It would help Razzy integrate into Fine Silk’s herd a little better, though she highly doubted that her newest pegasus would have too much difficulty. The paint unicorn would be able to tell if that were the case.

‘Raspberry Delight shares such a profound bond with Baklava,’ she continued to write as soon as she was back in her seat.

‘I haven't seen such a strong bond in many years. Baklava deserves to have someone lavish her with attention, especially after so many years of loyal service to me. I must make a note to never have them stationed separately. They will be fine milk mares together. Maybe, in time, they will be able to marry. I can only see so far ahead, but I am hopeful.’

The carriage began to pitch downward slightly, and the bumpiness ceased. “Miss Silk.” The driver of the carriage, one of her older unicorns, spoke through the magical speaker into Fine Silk’s carriage. “Our pegasi are beginning to descend towards the estate. We have gotten under most of the storm clouds, though there may be a few strays between us and the landing zone.”

“Thank you, Pavlova,” Fine Silk called back, storing her journal in her magical subspace. Her magical spider legs quietly vanished, but they’d done their job; the half-naked, half-obscured bodies of Baklava, Raspberry Delight, and Cassatta were well on their way to generating their own silk. It would be nice to spend some time out in the country with all of her mares, even if most of them would be making silk in their cocoons over the next few days.

Maybe she’d actually be able to work on some clothes for her herd, and not just for stuffy, sycophantic nobles who turned their nose up at any sort of opportunity to share generosity or kindness. In all of Fine Silk’s years, that particularly distasteful attitude had never changed.

The descent was only a little bumpy thanks to her pegasi’s efforts, and the cloud carriage came to a smooth halt. The door was opened for Fine Silk, and Pavlova as well as the pegasi bowed deeply to her Mistress.

They was not alone. Flanking the cobbled path to the gates of Fine Silk’s property, a squad of mares were bowing just as deeply at the waist. Though their coats and braided manes all differed in color, they shared the same uniform of thigh-length sleeveless dresses of varying shades of white, stockings, and matching boots.

“Welcome home, Mistress Silk,” the assembled mares all said, their smiles obvious in their wide range of voices. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, ladies,” she sighed, feeling their love through of their bonds with her and returning it to them in full. Underneath her silk dress, a black spider cutie mark glowed a brilliant purple. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Here, at home home with her beloved ones, both old and new, Fine Silk was confident that everything would be alright.

Author's Note

Thank you all for joining me on this journey. However, this doesn't have to be the end destination. I may or may not be working on a sequel involving a character that we all know. Still in the works, though, but my hope is that it'll ready soon.

All of your views and comments are greatly appreciated, and please let me know if you'd like to see Fine Silk ensnare someone else in her intricate and sexy web.