Dress Her Up, Strip Her Down...
Books, reports, announcements, scheduling… Principal Celestia’s day really could begin to drag after the first five minutes, let alone the following eight hours. She’d been trying to file anonymous student surveys on ‘Best Principal’ for the last half an hour, and couldn’t for the life of her work out why so many students were picking Dean Cadance and Twilight Sparkle. Why were those even options?
Confusion aside, exhaustion was also a permanent feature of her day. She’d long taken off her heels, hiding them under her desk, and at points even considered tying up her hair if only to stop herself from constantly sitting on it. Honestly, once it got to a certain length, it could be so difficult to maintain! That said, she did quite enjoy beautifying herself, and she could suffer for fashion.
Though she preferred to make others look fabulous… Not that she could even think about wasting time with something like that right now, she just had so many of these damn surveys to sort through! Celestia knew they’d still be there come tomorrow, but she knew just as equally that the longer she waited to do it, the more she’d put it off.
And the sooner it was done, the sooner she could relax. She already had plans slowly forming in her head, though nothing concrete. She looked down at her unbuttoned blazer with a ‘hmph’, canary yellow and so heavily contrasting with the purple pantsuit beneath. She’d never been a fan of these clothes, but she was so used to them that it would seem odd if she suddenly stopped turning up this way.
Perhaps she’d change into something nicer when she got home. A beat. She felt her phone buzz in her blazer pocket, and instantly her sulking pout turned to a full fledged grin. She had every contact but one on ‘do not disturb’ during work hours, so she already knew exactly who it was.
While part of her wanted to grab the phone straight away, tear it out of her pocket and instantly reply if only to break the monotony, she knew she had to wait. If she looked too eager, it destroyed her element of control, and she had to mix attentiveness with a measure of distance.
So she sat, mind racing, wondering what the phone might read when she finally succumbed to her curiosity. Her little princess was rather fond of playful talk, especially when she knew Celestia was likely bored, and naughtiness, while less common, also came from her on occasion—it only made it all the more exciting when it did.
Eventually, Celestia caved. She couldn’t simply sit and wait any longer! She opened her phone with the press of a thumb to see a single message from ‘My Flashie’:
How is mommy today? Is she working hard? Does she miss me? I hope she misses me! I’ve really wanted to see mommy lately, because I’ve missed her too, and now I can! I’m gonna come and knock on mommy’s door, I am, I am! Will you be excited? I hope you are, I can’t wait to see you!
Celestia could feel a blush rising to her cheeks as she read the text once, twice, maybe a third time. God, it was difficult to be a professional when you said such an adorable little girl you had to be attentive to… not that Celestia minded in the slightest, if anything she was incredibly excited by the prospect of spending another day with her Flashie, she’d had her room made up and everything.
She glanced at the papers as if they were the single most evil thing in the face of the universe, and she’d seen literal magic demons. “Tomorrow,” she breathed, and bit by bit, she began to place each one of them under the desk, out of sight, right where she kept her heels.
She sat in her office chair for a moment, debating sending a reply. Chances are she was already on her way now, mainly because Flashie knew that there was no way Celestia would say no. Celestia may have been the one in charge of her, but it was in Flashie’s pristine, picturesque, innocent and joyous nature that the true command lay.
It took Celestia a moment to realise that the object she needed—the one that was magically enchanted and designed to help Flashie be more like her true self—was at home. It wasn’t too much of a problem, they’d be travelling there soon enough anyway, but Celestia knew that Flashie always felt a little uncomfortable not being in her best body around her—being Flash Sentry.
Not that Flash Sentry wasn’t beautiful in his own way, he was. But it was the childish, playful, feminine Flashie that Celestia loved to dote on so, that loved to be cleaned and brushed and stroked and spoiled and lavished with affection.
So it was that Celestia had asked Princess Twilight for… a gift, in return for the damages done to the school and the stress it had caused her. It wasn’t especially honest of her to do, as none of what happened was in any way Princess Twilight’s fault, but the pony-turned-human happily obliged, giving Celestia a special choker that would alter the wearer so that they resembled a more girlish version of themselves, while not changing their gender completely.
It was perfect for her Flashie, it made her look just how she had always wanted to, and she could take it off and go back to being Flash whenever she needed to! It was their little secret, a whisper between mommy and girl, and it had been that way for months now, ever since Flashie graduated.
And now she was coming back. It’d be the first time Celestia had seen her in two weeks, and she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster at the prospect! It was more than exciting, it was exuberant, the riotous crash of her heart against her chest, but she made sure to keep that feeling internalised.
It wasn’t long before a light, timid knock sounded at the door, and she could barely keep herself from squealing. Right, Celestia, straight face as always, show that you’re in charge here. “Come in,” she said, and the door inched its way open.
It revealed a boy with striking blue hair and a fair, light orange complexion on the other side, standing slightly hunched if only to diminish his height, make himself look that little bit more demure. Celestia beckoned him inside, and he smiled ecstatically, closing the door behind him and rushing up to Celestia with light, fairy bounds that tickled the floorboards and barely made a sound.
He looked as if he was sneaking into the kitchen late at night to steal a cookie, all mischievous, eyes alight with anticipation, and Celestia stood with a welcoming smile, arms wide as he threw himself into them, head nestling in her bosom. “Hello there, Flashie. Nice of you to visit me when I’m feeling so spent. Have you come to make my day better?”
Flash nodded vivaciously, reaching up to kiss Celestia on the cheek, but only managing to reach her chin. “Do you have the collar with you, mommy?” Celestia could swear that if he had a tail, it would have been wagging right about then.
“I don’t, sweet thing, but you know you shouldn’t wear it on school grounds anyway!” Celestia took a mock-scolding tone, wagging her finger. “You don’t want me to take your treats away from you, do you, Flashie?”
“No, mommy, anything but that…” They talked in metaphor, suggestive and immersive all at the same time. Celestia leaned down, taking a whiff of his cherry-scented locks, but was distracted by the hesitant, curious sound of his voice. “I-it’s just, you did let me wear it in your office one time, do you remember?”
He had her there, but Celestia was too relaxed to say anything about him speaking without being asked to. “Mommy was very pent up that day, darling, as you well know… It’s not something that we should usually do, we have to be more careful than that!”
Flash drew back from their embrace, looking over his body and shifting his hips from side to side, a wry grin on his lips. “But mommy couldn’t help looking at her dollie all pretty that day, hmm?”
God, he knew how to draw a reaction out of her. Celestia’s long, slender, and above all, strong legs almost quivered at his tone alone, the delicious crack of it as he tried and succeeded to sound as girlish as possible. The way his eyelashes fluttered. The little shake of his head and bounce of blue tufts. She was in heaven. “Maybe I couldn’t, but I’m feeling a little more patient today… aren’t you?”
Celestia made sure to put it on her as a loaded question; any answer was wrong. He tilted his head, biting down on his lip as he wordlessly mouthed a test of his answer. “I don’t know…” he finally responded, going for the bridge that he couldn’t possibly get in trouble for. “I think we should leave whenever you feel like it, mommy. Did you want to stay and maybe get in trouble?”
Celestia couldn’t lie that the prospect was a little bit tempting, but she knew better than to potentially jeopardise her career. Well, apart from that one time she didn’t know better, that is. “We’ll go to my car now, sweetheart.” Suddenly, all sweetness dropped from Celestia’s tone, and she assumed the neutral, but still caring voice she adopted with her students. “Remember our story: you’re taking private lessons from me alongside your first year in college, and that involves tutoring at my home.”
“Yes, Principal Celestia.” Flash answered, sounding much more mature than he had a moment ago, straightening his back.
“Then let’s go to my car, Flash.” Celestia walked with purpose, opening the door and closing it behind her with Flash in tow.
She smiled and waved to colleagues and students as she walked through the building, never even stopping to acknowledge the fact that Flash was there unless it appeared as absolutely necessary. Once they were all the way through the school and out into the car park, Celestia released a breath and put on a new smile that came with freedom, joy, and imminent release.
“Would you like to ride next to me again, Flashie? I do enjoy having you sit beside me.”
“Can I?!” He almost jumped in place, his eyes widened, and Celestia nodded.
“As long as you can remember the rules.”
“No playing with the windows, no pointing out every fast food restaurant and asking to stop to eat, no playing with your girl parts while you’re trying to drive,” Flash recounted as if he was reciting a prayer.
“Good girl, of course you can sit up front. I’ve got something to make the drive a little nicer, too, because I think you deserve it.” Celestia climbed into the driver’s side, Flash soon following after, bouncing in his seat in anticipation.
“Ooh, ooh, what is it?”
“Open the glove compartment,” Celestia grinned, remembering how difficult it had been to shove inside considering the size.
Flash did as he was told, and the smile that spread across his face might’ve made Celestia weak in the knees if she was still standing. He had a cheshire smirk from ear to ear, and he turned to Celestia with another little bounce, brandishing the pink fabric as he unfolded it. “My blankie! Oh, mommy, thank you for bringing my blankie!”
He played the part so well, it was hard to believe he’d turn twenty in only two months. Celestia ruffled his hair with one hand, using her other to first buckle him up and then put the key in the ignition and turn it. Before long, they were on the road. Flashie snuggled up on one side, his head nestled into the leather of his seat, body turned to the side until it strained against his seatbelt.
He looked perfect there, all cosy and quiet, so easy to adore. Rain fell in the lightest patter against the windshield, but it barely bothered Celestia as she continued to cruise at a low, relaxed speed. If anything, it only made the inside feel more homely, more serene. They continued to drive until they reached the residential district of Canterlot, turning onto a large street with large houses separated by gardens that were larger still.
Celestia’s house wasn’t the most expensive on the street, or in the neighbourhood, but it was definitely up there. It was a large, inviting building that almost resembled a palace on the outside, the architecture reminiscent of Tudor times and a small, tower-like extension on the side of the place to really complete the look. She’d inherited it from her parents, their holiday home once, and Luna had taken up residence in a more traditional abode, stating that she didn’t like how ‘bright, colourful, and garish’ the appearance of Celestia’s home was.
Celestia thought it worked just wonderfully for sharing with someone as precious as Flashie.
Speaking of which, Flashie was still asleep, nuzzling against the seat, and the rain had really picked up in the last couple of minutes. Gently stroking his face, Celestia nurtured him to lucidity, kissing him on the forehead and pulling back, whispering into his ear. “It’s time to wake up, princess… you’re home now.”
“Mmf…” He rolled and kicked his legs, and after a moment, his nostrils began to flare. He twitched and fidgeted in place, and then let out the smallest, daintiest sneeze Celestia had ever heard, his eyes shooting open as he realised they were already home. “Oh, I’m sorry, mommy, I didn’t mean to fall asleep without you, I was just so comfy…”
“Now, now, dear, I don’t want my princess apologising for something as small as that. I wanted you to be comfy on the drive back.” Celestia kissed him on the cheek, his skin so soft, and drew back to take the key out of the ignition. “Leave blankie in the car, I’ll come and get it later on. You’re going to get a little wet on our way inside, but I’ll be sure to clean you right after. Would you like a bath, Flashie?”
“Yes please! Rain feels all nasty in my hair!” He stopped then, looking at her with the same pleading eyes you might see on a pet desperate for a treat. “I… I can wear my collar first though, right, mommy?”
“Hmm…” Celestia already knew the answer, but she wanted to drag it out just that little bit more. “Do you really think you deserve it? Have you been a good girl for me recently?”
He nodded with conviction, lips pursed. “Y-yes, and I will be. I’ll be a good girl for you, just please let me wear it, please please pretty please.”
Celestia chuckled, planting one more kiss on his forehead then moving to take the child lock off of the doors. “Let’s get inside then, dear. Try not to get too wet!”
Celestia smirked at the dual implications of her words, but she didn’t let him see it. They were both rained on as they walked through the courtyard to Celestia’s front door, and the canopy provided shelter from the rain proceeding to pelt down all around them. There, they were like two survivors in a sea awash with the harshest torrent, about to find shelter.
Celestia pulled another key out, soon opening the door and gesturing for Flashie to go first. He wiped his shoes against the doormat like the good Flashie he was, and right afterwards took off his shoes and placed them on the rack. Shoes weren’t for inside, he knew that, especially big boy shoes.
It came as no surprise to her that he was wearing frilly, pink socks underneath. Even when he was parading around as a boy, he knew how he felt deep down, how much more comfortable he was in his best body. They were his favourites, too, she knew it because she helped him pick them out.
He prodded along slowly, still waking up, his arms stretching out and his hair a mess. Droplets of rain clung to the back of his shirt, and Celestia followed him as he made his way through the grand, spacious manor, furnished with eloquent oaken antiques and grand paintings, all the way to the sitting room, where he propped himself down with a light thud!
Celestia let him make himself at home as she went to fetch his special collar, walking up to her room in a relaxed stride and fishing it out from a locked drawer of her nightstand. Once she had it, she walked back down the stairs and held the choker out to Flash, his eyes brightening at once as he saw it. “Are you ready to feel at home again, Flashie?”
“Yes, mommy, yes please!” He leapt from the seat instantly, moving into the same stooped embrace that he had when he saw her earlier.
“Such a good girl, you just can’t help but get excited over the prospect of feeling all girly and pink again, can you?” Celestia purred into his ear, stroking the small of his back before bringing her hands up, digits brushing against his wet shirt until they finally settled on his neck, where she began to clasp and fasten the choker.
She wrapped her arms around his back, shushing him as he let loose a little whimper of excitement. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll feel back to normal soon, just shush…” She could feel his body tensing as it began to change, as he became smaller and lighter in her arms, his hair growing and becoming more voluminous, his skin becoming softer still, the structure of his face resembling more that of a girl, and even his voice taking on a more feminine cadence.
The choker truly was magical, and it did exactly what it was meant to, transforming Flash into Flashie in only a few short seconds. When the spell had finally taken full effect, Flashie stood at most to chest height on Celestia, even on her tippie toes, and her hair was long enough that it almost reached her dainty little shoulders.
Her chest was still flat, though her body was more slender now, so much so that the clothes she was wearing looked two sizes too big for her. She’d need to be stripped out of those soon, no doubt, they were wet, after all! Celestia looked down to her doll with a maternal smile, running her fingers through her now longer hair in a brush-like fashion, each threading itself between a lock. “Does my Flashie feel better now?”
“Yes, mommy, lots better…” her voice was so charming in this state, she sounded so wondrous, and her body was delectable to the sight, to the touch. She looked like a girl of Flash’s age might’ve, had that girl been flat chested and still in possession of much smaller boy parts. “Can we go and have bathtime now, mommy?”
“Of course we can, darling, of course…” Celestia bent down to kiss her cheek, giving her a brief eskimo kiss. “And after that, we can go to your room and have snuggles. I’ve moved it around since you last stayed, I think you’ll enjoy the changes.”
“New room?!” Flashie moved with unexpected speed, taking off towards the stairs. “I wanna see now!”
“Behave, Flashie… you don’t want to upset mommy, do you?”
Flashie suddenly looked as if she’d been caught doing something terrible, her face whitening and her hand tremulous. “N-no, I never want to upset mommy… You’re not upset, are you, mommy?”
“No, Flashie, but you’ve been a little too boisterous today. I’m going to do something to make sure that you calm down a little.” Celestia took to the stairs, holding her hand out for Flashie to take. “Come on, let’s go and get you clean…”
Her footsteps were so light that Celestia could barely hear them, she moved with a silent grace that suggested she’d always belonged in this body, that it should’ve been hers from birth. Perhaps that was the truth. They rounded the corner at the stop of the stairwell and passed the door to Flashie’s room, which had been deliberately left closed. Her eyes lingered on it, the fuschia paint and the glass, gem-shaped handle, but Celestia hurried her along with a small push on her back before she could get too curious.
Once they were in the bathroom together, Celestia took a moment to draw the curtains. The bathroom was a white, opulent room with marble tiles on the walls and a bath easily big enough to fit two grown adults. Toiletries and makeup were arranged in neat sections both around the bath and over by the sink, and a wicker basket held even more of the lovely items Celestia had at her disposal.
Flashie stayed perfectly still now, she knew she was to do so, that it was what Celestia expected of her. She wordlessly ran her tongue over her lips as Celestia began to run the bath, bubbles foaming and filling the tub. Steam rose through the room, the scent of lavender in the air, the water slightly purple, and with a match, Celestia began to light scented candles dotted around the room. Citrus and vanilla wafted through the air, a fruity scent that was only complemented by the lavender of the bathwater, and in no time, Celestia was taking a healthy measure of salts and running them from one end of the tub to the other.
Comfort was the most important thing to her. She wanted her beautiful, precious girl to be calm and relaxed as she was washed from bottom to top. She looked down at Flashie, kissing her on the top of her head before reaching down to pull off her shirt. It came off in an easy, fluid motion, and Flashie stood with her toned belly and her puffy little pink nipples, looking giddy and exposed.
She shook her body from side to side a little, and it only made Celestia’s face redden. Ignoring her silliness, Celestia hooked both of her thumbs around the waistband of Flashie’s now too big pants, pulling them down to reveal a set of purple, girlish underwear, dotted with golden stars and blue crescent moons.
Celestia raised an eyebrow, moving down onto her knees and inspecting the fabric. “Now, I don’t remember telling you that you could wear these, Flashie… don’t you remember what you did to the last pair of big girl panties we let you put on?”
Celestia was rubbing at Flashie’s belly with her fingers, the tips sometimes brushing around the top of her lacy underwear. A tiny, almost unnoticeable bulge was present through the fabric, though it could almost be mistaken for the mound of a lady. Flashie’s voice came out in a shudder. “I… I made them wet, wet with my clitty…”
“And didn’t we say that you weren’t to wear big girl panties again until you’d learned to control yourself better, young lady?” Celestia’s tone was harsh, but she knew that Flashie could handle it. She knew how to be a brave girl.
“Y-yes, mommy…” A sniffle, and Flashie was wiping at her eyes. Celestia never saw tears seep out, but she definitely had to blink some away. She never liked it when her mommy was disappointed in her.
But that was okay, Flashie would make it up to Celestia one way or another. Celestia slowly stripped the panties away from Flashie, peeling them away and pulling them down her legs. Flashie placed her hands over her nub, covering herself and protecting her modesty. Celestia chuckled, picking her up with relative ease and placing her in the tub just as it finished filling, turning off the tap.
She’d gotten very used to running baths for Flashie, and knew just what the temperature she liked was, one that wasn’t as hot as Celestia’s favourite, but pleasant nonetheless. Stripping herself, exposing her body for the first time, she managed to draw Flashie’s reluctant eye. Celestia smiled, wordlessly saying it was alright to look, as it always was, and after a couple of seconds for her first foot to adjust to the heat of the water, Celestia stepped inside, closing her eyes and sighing as she felt the day’s stress beginning to truly slip away from her.
She soon sat up, getting to work on Flashie’s hair. She took a cup and filled it with bathwater, holding Flashie’s hair back and instructing her to close her eyes before running the water over her, over and over until all of her blue locks were soaked through. Flashie giggled at the sensation of the water, a lovely sound, and the heat of the bath combined with their proximity only served to make the room feel twice as steamy as it actually was.
“Now relax, Flashie, this part is only quick,” Celestia assured her with a soothing tone, noticing that as usual, Flashie had started to clam up in knowledge of what came next. She calmed herself with a fluttering breath as Celestia applied the tears-free strawberry shampoo that Flashie loved so, working it all the way through her hair, massaging it into her scalp before beginning to wash it away.
Flashie fidgeted at first, but soon fell silent when the water started pushing over her again. She was always worried about it ending up in her eyes, Celestia knew, so she took expert care to ensure that didn’t happen, that nothing would irritate her princess while she was being cleaned. Once the last of the suds were washed away from her hair, Celestia grabbed a soft, pink sponge, lathering it in a healthy measure of body wash and pressing it to Flashie’s neck.
She gasped at the touch of the sponge, she was so sensitive there! Celestia took a not-so-secret delight in her reactions, in the small sounds she elicited with the touch of her sponge, of her fingers, and before long, Flashie was standing, placing her arms at her side to expose her entire body, embarrassment forgotten in the face of the knowledge that Celestia needed access to everywhere.
She washed her pits and her chest first, rubbing the sponge around her nipples for perhaps a little longer than necessary, noticing the way that Flashie squirmed the entire time and reveling in it. Next she moved along to her stomach, then her back, turning her around. From there, she reached around and forwards to clean at her little nub, and then the back again, to clean what they affectionately referred to as her ‘kitty’.
Though sometimes, when Celestia was feeling particularly naughty, it had another, more crude name.
She was very thorough in her cleaning, being sure to get her absolutely everywhere, leaving her smelling of mint and tea tree. Celestia could almost taste the invigorating smells on her—part of her had to stop her from trying.
She soon washed the bodywash off, applying conditioner and repeating the same process she had earlier with the shampoo. Only when she was finished with Flashie, who looked radiant and placid, did she attend to herself, yet she did so with not a fraction of the care she had offered her princess. When she was completely clean also, she grabbed a pair of cotton towels from the nearby rack and set about drying Flashie.
She ran the towel over her in long, broad strokes, being sure not to be too rough, and paid extra care when drying her private areas. Once her body was completely dry save her feet, Celestia allowed her to step out onto the bathmat, repeating the process with her own body and then taking a drier to Flashie’s hair. She brushed it with one hand and dried with the other, the setting on high to speed the process, and before long, Flashie’s hair was dry and poofy.
She wrapped her own up in a towel once it was half-dry, deciding to let nature take care of the rest. As Flashie moved to get dressed, Celestia stopped her at the last moment. “Nuh-uh, I think after your little stunt earlier, I should be the one picking your clothes. How does a nice, snug pull up sound, hmm?” Celestia couldn’t help but internally chuckle every time she suggested it. Flashie couldn’t even produce the things pull ups were usually used for, not while she had that collar on, but she just looked so damn cute in it!
That said, she kinda needed it regardless, if only for all of the cum she dribbled out.
Flashie’s eyes watered in an instant, as if she’d been deprived of something life-altering. “But mommy, I wanna wear big girl panties!”
“And when I feel like I can trust you to, you’ll be allowed again. But right now, I know you’ll be making a mess, and you don’t want to ruin your new sheets in the bedroom I just remade for you, do you?”
“N-no… I guess I don’t.” Flashie huffed, clearly not happy with her situation, only wanting to be treated like an older girl by her mommy.
Celestia thought she knew just how to make her feel better. “Don’t worry, Flashie, they’re your favourite ones.”
“You mean?” Flashie breathed, her trepidation seemingly forgotten.
“That’s right,” Celestia smiled, pulling out a pack of pull ups that inexplicably came in adult sizes. “These ones have pictures of Belle in her yellow dress on them, your favourite!”
“Eeeee!” Flash bounded over to Celestia and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, mommy, I’ll wear them, but only because they’re my favourites.”
Celestia’s eyebrow slanted all on its own. “Anddd?”
Flashie’s next words were a mumble. “...and because you told me to.”
“That’s better, sweetheart. But before you put that on…” Celestia reached inside one of the bathroom cabinets, pulling out a small and metallic phallus shaped object, fairly wide with a flanged crystalline end. “I think it’s about time we used one of these again, don’t you?”
“You… you want to put it in my kitty again, mommy?” Flashie bit her lip, Celestia could tell she was as scared as she was excited, and that only made her want to put it inside her more in turn.
“That depends. Once I put it in, are you going to make mommy feel good?” Celestia had been ignoring her growing need for a little while now, but in truth it had been present ever since she’d gotten the text from her Flashie, perhaps even days before that. Weeks without her had been incredibly difficult to deal with, and now that she finally had Flashie before her, nude and doe-eyed, how could she not look for the first opportunity?
Flashie nodded with gusto. Of course she did, she was exceedingly happy for any opportunity to please her mommy, just as always.
Celestia took her time dressing her up, picking out a carmine red dress with a bright yellow lace tie around the waist fastened into a bow. The dress had flowers and cupcakes and little umbrellas depicted on the stitching, small pockets that would never be useful for anything, and short, frilly sleeves that hugged the upper arms. She unzipped it, placing it to the side, and set about doing the hard part, dangling Flashie’s prize in front of her.
Flashie had never worn that dress before, she’d never seen it, and she was so distracted by how soft and luxurious it looked that she barely noticed what Celestia was doing until she felt the pop! of the plug being slid into her sensitive kitty, the only place still wet from the bath, and instantly grit her teeth as she stifled a sob.
“Oh, my gorgeous thing…” Celestia brushed her face with the back of her hand, wiping away a fresh tear as Flashie failed to hold out, her kitty clenching, the sensitivity causing her to cry out once more. “You’ll be alright, sweetheart. You’ll be okay… You’re a brave girl, aren’t you, princess?”
Flashie nodded, though she seemed unsure. She tried to move, to adjust to the foreign object inside of her, and flinched as soon as she took a step.
“Oh, baby, you know you’ll be okay. Tell me what a brave girl you are.” Celestia kissed her cheek, kissed it twice.
“I’m…” Flashie shuddered, her entire small body twitching as she continued to acclimate. “I-I’m a brave girl. I’m a brave girl.”
“Yes you are, lovely. Yes you are…” She gave Flashie another couple of moments to be sure she was over the pain before slipping the pull up onto her, making sure it was completely snug around her waist. She then brought the dress over to her and helped her inside of it. Once she was in it, she already seemed to be feeling better. The moment it was fastened, she looked to be back to her natural state of beauty.
“Now, we can’t have you wandering around with no effort put into your appearance, baby, so we’ll just go for something a little subtle.” Celestia pulled Flashie over to the mirror, tugging gently on her bow, and once she was there, Celestia set about applying her makeup.
She began with eyeliner, pencilling it softly around the bottom of Flashie’s lids, enough that it accentuated her sapphire blue eyes, but not so much that it might be overpowering. Once she was finished, she moved on to mascara. She was a little more liberal with this as Flashie’s lashes were so long and bold, they deserved to be brought to attention! Lip gloss next, a light nude one that brought her lips out and made them shine, and finally, a touch of contour to really bring out her cheekbones.
Watching the transformation was amazing for Celestia, it almost rivalled that of the choker’s magic, but for Flashie, it was something else entirely. She saw the way that Flashie’s eyes lit up with each change Celestia made to her features, and she was sure it wasn’t just the makeup causing them to be more prominent.
And above all, Flashie looked so wonderful all made up like that… Celestia could just eat her up at any moment, though she was sure that what would actually end up happening would be a direct reversal.
Right, enough stalling. It was time to get to the main event, the thing that both of them had been waiting for. Placing down the makeup and effects, Celestia led Flashie through the corridor and out of the room, coming towards the bedroom and placing her hands over Flashie’s eyes. “Are you ready to see what I’ve done with the place, Flashie?”
“Yes, mommy. Yes please!” She was giddy with excitement, her petite body swaying in place, and with that, Celestia pushed the door open with a foot and led her inside. She walked Flashie into the middle of the room before pulling her hands down, and watched as Flashie spun in a circle—dress flouncing and billowing the whole while—taking in her new room with astonishment.
It had been lined with red and pink polkadot wallpaper on one side, and on the other a bright, hot pink paint. The curtains were covered with Flashie’s favourite cartoon characters, and to the side of the room was a pink painted, wooden vanity stocked with mirrors and makeup and a little figure that spun, though no tune played in accompaniment.
Eventually, her eyes were drawn to the bed, which was stocked to the brim with so many pillows you could swim in them, a pink and white comforter with exquisite stitching and incredible thickness, and most shockingly to Flashie, a small table in the corner with adult sized chairs, fit for hosting tea parties at any time!
Celestia loved her reactions, the way she giggled, gasped and grabbed at various items in the room as if checking to see if they were in fact really there. It had been a lot of effort on her part, backbreaking work, but it was all worth it to see the reaction from her prized little princess.
When Flashie had finally calmed down, she came over and gave Celestia a huge hug, her little feet stamping against the plush, carpeted floor. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She was abuzz with energy, and Celestia couldn’t help but notice the occasional twitch and huff from her as her sharp movement likely caused the butt plug to rub against her more and more.
It almost seemed to be too much for Flashie. She gasped and grit her teeth tightly together as the prostate massage she was constantly on the receiving end of managed to overpower her sensitive body, causing her to leak a small measure of juices from her little nub. She looked to Celestia with a guilty repetitive blink, one that instantly told her just what had transpired more than any measure of liquid could.
“Oh, Flashie, could you just not keep yourself contained?” Celestia gave her a kiss on the cheek, pulling her down onto a nearby leather beanbag and rolling into it. It was large and well made enough that it made a suitable mold of their shapes, and as Celestia hold Flashie, the shivers of post mini-orgasm soon faded away.
And for a moment, there was only simple tranquility between them. Celestia held her doll, her perfect, loving thing. She shushed her and nuzzled her and pressed her nose against her ear and shook her head back and forth because that’s what a loving mommy did. She kissed and kissed and kissed at her cheeks. She wiped her tears away before they could even form. She gently purred into her ear as she remembered the way that Flashie had looked right before she came.
And try as she might not to, Celestia truly couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Flashie, would you like to say thank you to mommy in another way?”
“O-of course...” Flashie stammered, coming up for a kiss on the lips, soft and tender. “Please, mommy. Please let me make you feel good like I just did…”
“You don’t need to ask me twice, sweet thing.” Celestia held Flashie’s hand as she took her over to the bed, placing her down on the edge of the mattress and sitting beside her. She began to rub up and down Flashie’s body, much like she had in the bath. When she felt Flashie was stimulated enough, she started on herself, shedding her towel and exposing her skin.
Flashie didn’t need to be asked, she knew what she was good for. Instantly, her tongue was pressing against Celestia’s neck, and as she pressed closer and moved into a full kiss, Celestia was unable to stifle the moan that she’d so desperately needed a reason to sound for hours now. The first of many, she was sure.
Flashie continued to work on Celestia, moving down her neck to her collarbones and kissing along each of them one at a time. The flick of her inexperienced tongue was shocking for how good it always felt. Celestia was beginning to grow wetter with each passing second, but she could wait for her release. Flashie continued in earnest, moving her head further and further down as her hair tickled against Celestia’s bare chest, until eventually she found her mommy’s pert, hard nipples and began to run her tongue around the areolas.
Flashie worked on one at a time, even taking them in her mouth at points and gently, sweetly suckling on them. Celestia didn’t realise until it had happened that she was holding Flashie’s head down, enjoying the sensation too much to allow him to come up, but eventually the promise of what still laid ahead run out and she finally let Flashie proceed. Not that she minded, she was happy to play with her mommy’s nipples all night.
All the while, Celestia rubbed at Flashie’s little nub through the fabric of her pull up, girlish fluids continuously seeping from the area in question—just another side effect of that magical choker. She made such cute little noises from Celestia’s ministrations, but Celestia could tell that she was growing impatient, only wanting to pleasure her mommy for being so good to her, just as she always was.
“Mommy… can I eat your kitty?” Asked Flashie in the most inquisitive of ways, her eyes blinking rapidly.
“Sweetheart, I don’t have a kitty. I’m a grown up. What do we call mine?”
“A…” Flashie instantly faltered. “You won’t tell me off for saying?”
Celestia shook her head, absentmindedly rubbing at herself the whole while.
“A… a pussy.” Flashie bit her lip afterwards as if she’d said something terrible, and it filled Celestia’s heart with joy to see.
“Good girl… Now, be a naughty little girl for me and ask mommy if you can eat out her pussy, if you can make her cum for you…”
Flashie took a deep breath. Celestia knew she could do this. “C-can I…”
“Go on,” Celestia encouraged, rubbing at herself once more.
“Mmf… can I—can I eat your pussy, mommy?”
“And the rest?” Celestia pressed, rubbing harder, making a point of it.
“Ahh! I… can I eat your pussy and make you cum for me, mommy?”
Poor little helpless sissy. so easy to convince, to get ready, so eager to please… “Of course you can, darling, just lie back for mommy, and she’ll take care of everything…”
Flashie did as she was told, and within moments, Celestia was upon her, spreading her legs and lowering herself over Flashie’s face, being sure to be in the direction of the rest of her body. She pushed down softly at first, letting her folds run along Flashie’s lips, but it wasn’t long until she was poking her tongue out, reaching for a taste of mommy’s nectar. Celestia rolled her hips, lowering her body a tad more, and Flashie became overeager, pushing her tongue forwards and separating Celestia’s lower lips, almost penetrating her already in one continuous movement.
She was so good at getting her mommy off, she knew just how to be used, how to make Celestia enjoy herself, and it wasn’t long until she herself was forgetting restraint, pushing her body down lower and almost forcing Flashie to lap and suck at her like a thirsty pup. She licked at Celestia like her life depended on it, hands on her hips, tapping occasionally whenever she needed breath, though Celestia didn’t give her long.
She played with her own nipples as she continued to ride Flashie’s face, moans becoming more vocal, vision blurring in the face of the myriad pleasures beginning to rule over her entire body, her only care or concern at that moment heightening that feeling, making it continue for longer before it finally culminated in one final show of her love for her little girl…
She pushed her hand down Flashie’s pull up, rubbing at her clitty with intensity as she felt the strength of the muscle inside her double, thrashing and sliding up and down at a maddening pace. Her body was beginning to feel weak, tired, like she could finish at any moment, but she wanted to make this last longer, so she continued to stimulate her Flashie, knowing it would only drive her to push harder. Light, clear fluid seeped from her clitty as she rubbed in small concentric circles, and she could clearly feel Flashie’s tongue mimicking the motions, calling out and begging her for a final release…
“Y-you’re going to make mommy cum, you know that?” Faster, faster her tongue lashed at Celestia’s insides, and more Celestia began to bounce up and down against her pretty face as she continued to sweat and pant and curse and cry out. “Keep going, baby. Do it for mommy, make mommy dribble and squirt her juices all over your face…. Yeah, like that, Flashie! Oh, goddd…” A gasp, an elongated shout, and she felt what she’d been looking for for so long.
The first moment was always the strongest, and it was then that she cried out the loudest. Flashie continued to lick at her even when she was at her most sensitive, emptying everything that she had onto her little girl’s face, and soon enough, Flashie was cleaning it all up, being sure not to waste a single drop of it, every wriggle and tap of her tongue against Celestia’s walls another vibration that relentlessly coursed through her body and defied all recollection of who she was, where she was, any logic or understanding in the face of the total and utter bliss she faced.
And on the sixth day, Celestia looked upon what she had made. And it was very good.
She slumped back with a shallow breath, pants escaping her in droves. Flashie instantly came to cuddle up to her, and together they snuggled the afterglow away, fatigue gripping them both suddenly. For a while they were quiet, so much so that anyone watching might have thought they were asleep, but this wasn’t the case.
They were simply so comfortable in one another’s presence that their hold, their touch, it was enough to keep both of them in such a serene state, they might as well have been dreaming, each of them. Through night they carried on, and till day they snuggled in peace, wrapped in the cocoons of one another’s bodies in tranquility, surrounded on all sides by material comfort, warm smells, and beautiful sights.
