Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

‘Three minutes,’ thought Darkstar as she looked down at the thing she held in her trembling white hands, ‘How can three minutes change your life so much?’

The nineteen year old barely noticed the hand that moved her long grey hair back over her shoulder. She was focused so much on the stick she held in her hands. ‘Three minutes. Three little minutes. Three minutes and everything’s changed…’

Sat naked on her fiancé’s bed, as was her norm, the little window on the test was her whole world, at least for the next three minutes. She looked down past her modest B cup breasts, staring at the display like it would reveal the secrets of the universe to her.

Sadly, after those three minutes had past, all it revealed to Darkstar was the exact same thing the other tests had done. Two thin lines. Three minutes, and two lines, and just like that, everything had changed, all in three tiny little minutes.

Darkstar stared down at the positive pregnancy test like it had betrayed or wronged her in some way. "What am I gonna do?" she asked, seemingly to herself, rather than the zebra sat by her side. “What am I going to do?”

Sat by his fiancé’s side, Slate laid a reassuring terracotta coloured hand on Darkstar’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “Buy maternity clothes?” the twenty one year old offered with a smile on his face.

“Maternity clothes...” Darkstar’s shoulders sagged and she turned her head to Slate, who was smiling broadly at her, the black stripes on his cheeks creased. The easy smile suited him. It was one of the things that had attracted her to him in the first place. “I'm pregnant.”

Saying it out loud like that suddenly made it very real.

Slowly, carefully, Slate placed a soft and tender kiss on Darkstar’s quivering lips. “I think I may have had something to do with that,” he smiled at her, “Are you ready for the hug fest when you tell my mom and sis?”

“Maybe we should do another test?” fretted Darkstar nervously, “Y'know, to properly make sure I’m pregnant?” even as she spoke, she saw the other positive tests scattered on the nightstand and on the bed on her left. Like they were all passing judgement on her.

“I'm not going to force you to carry this to term,” Slate’s zebran accent was thick when he spoke, “I will do what I can to help if you decide not to.”

Sighing, Darkstar set aside the pregnancy test and looked at her flat white belly. “I'm sorry Slate,” she placed her palm there, imagining it was huge and round. “I'm happy, it's just...unexpected.”

“Are you scared?”

“Crapping my pants,” Darkstar was pleased that Slate had moved his hand to her thigh, it felt more comforting somehow. “Even more than when you made me watch that horror movie last week,” she giggled but there was no humour in her tone, “I'm nineteen, I start college in two months...and I'm gonna be a mom…”

“Well,” Slate said comfortingly, “You're living at the right place, at least, and the babysitting will be free.”

“What if I'm a lousy mother?” asked Darkstar, nervously fidgeting her fingers together in the beginnings of one of her freak outs, “What if I go the same way as my mom? The doc said there was a chance I could!”

Slate knew full well of his lover’s condition, and where that condition might or might not lead them, but they weren’t there yet. Not yet. “There is a chance you won't, but if you do...” the zebra chose his words carefully, “I'll be there with our child to help you remember us as best we can.”

“You promise?” Darkstar rested her head on Slate’s shoulder, comforted not only by the familiar scent of her lover but by the feel of his white tee shirt on her cheek. Everything about her lover comforted her like a cool hand across a fevered brow.

Leaning his head to one side, Slate kissed Darkstar’s forehead and hugged her to him, “Just like you are now with Shining Star with me now, and I do promise.”

“I'm sorry for freaking out, Slate,” Darkstar turned her face upwards and kissed his lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her collar resting on the nightstand. It had been two days since she had worn it. Two days too long. “I think I might need some Master time after we tell Rocky and momma the news.”

Slate’s renewed smile spoke volumes, “I like the sub-plot where this is going, Darkie.”

“You like my submissive plot, you mean,” Darkstar kissed Slate’s nose before looking down at her body. For some reason, Slate loved and adored her body. A body she herself hated. Her hips were too wide, she was too skinny, her legs were too long, and then there were the scars on her forearms. “I hope you still like it when I'm big and huge with swollen ankles…”

Gently, Slate shook his head and hugged her tight once more. “All the more of you to love, my love, and when you stop being big and round I'll have double the number to love.”

“Sweet talker,” changing her mind, Darkstar reached across to the nightstand for her collar and she placed the terracotta coloured accessory into her lover’s hands. Two days had been quite long enough. This looked like being a long Friday. “I need this, please?”

With the collar in his hands, Slate took the time to appreciate the significance of it and the weight of the responsibility that it entailed. What his fiancé was entrusting him with wasn’t something he took lightly. Reverently, he lifted the collar and fastened it securely around Darkstar's neck. “This does look good on you, pet.”

“Hmmm it feels good, Master,” Darkstar had her yellow eyes closed while Slate was buckling the collar around her neck, and the moment it was on, a calm smile spread across her face. The moment he called her his pet, her worries melted away to nothing. “Alright,” she said, “I'm ready to go downstairs.”

Slate led his pet confidently down the stairs. It didn’t bother either of them that Darkstar was naked but for her collar. His mother and sister had seen her nude, both with and without it, many times. At the bottom of the steps he paused, an ear to the closed door. “Oh, sounds like their soap opera’s on. Do you want to postpone this?”

Usually, when Out of Zebrica was on the TV, Darkstar wouldn’t have dreamed of interrupting, this time though she shook her head. “I think when we start speaking, they'll waive the death penalty, just this once.”

Smirking, Slate first kissed Darkstar’s lips and then he released her hand and placed it around her waist. “I got you covered, pet.”

“I know,” Darkstar paused long enough to return the kiss from whence it came, “Master,” she gave him a second kiss, and then she walked into a living room that looked like it had come straight from Zebrica. The walls were a burnt orange, and in between portraits of the family were tribal masks from the main zebran tribes, Grass, Coffee and Sand, respectively. Above the TV was the flag of Zebrica.

“Momma,” Darkstar didn’t get a reaction from the two women in the room. Sea Salt, Slate’s mother, was sat in her comfy chair – which nobody else was allowed to touch, let alone sit in – and Rockslide, Darkstar’s sister in all but blood, was in her usual spot on the couch, both absorbed in their favourite program. “Momma,” she tried louder, “Rocky...you got a minute?”

Sea Salt, a grey zebra in her mid-fifties who was developing wrinkles on her face the kind that made her look like a village elder, pushed some buttons on the remote and the TV went off. “Don’t worry, child,” she quickly calmed her daughter, “I'm recording.”

“What?” Rockslide questioned, “Why? I was watching that!”

The elder woman pointed at Darkstar, “Slate's girl has that serious look about her.” Intrigued, both Rockslide and Sea Salt looked at the young couple, wondering what merited the sudden interruption.

Having tried several times to say what she had to say, which just resulted in her opening and closing her mouth in a good impersonation of a goldfish, Darkstar used her fluent zebran. “Momma, nina mjamzito.”

The three words hung heavily in the air. Both Sea Salt and Rockslide looked at each other and then at Slate and Darkstar as the news that she was pregnant settled in the ensuing silence. Suddenly, Sea Salt jumped up like she had lost fifteen years with her hands in the air and shouted, “Hii ni siku iliyobarikiwa!” she then wrapped Darkstar up in a tight hug and proceeded to dance around her coffee table.

Rockslide really couldn’t argue with her mother. It truly was a blessed day. Not just because the young woman she considered her sister was pregnant, but because now her mother would at last stop hounding her to supply her with grandchildren to fuss and spoil.

“Heri na mungu wa kike wa usiku,” responded Darkstar as she was danced around the living room of the large house she called home, “The Goddess of the Night certainly blessed us.”

“You're not the one in trouble,” Sea Salt said as she came to a halt in front of her son, who had until now stood still and quiet.

Slate, finding his voice at last, rolled his eyes, “Momma, your rules are why we're not married yet.”

“They are good rules,” responded Sea Salt curtly, before taking her seat back in her sacred comfy chair. “A child needs to only know of their father.”

Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Slate – not for the first time – considered himself damn lucky that his mother and sister had taken to and liked Darkstar as much as they did. “Love you too, momma.”

Now the news had been broken, Darkstar sat in her spot on the couch, the middle seat where Rockslide sat on her left and Slate on her right. “We think it was five weeks ago, back in June, when we honoured the Goddess of the Night under the Strawberry Moon.”

“Unabeba muda?” asked Sea Salt bluntly, looking intently from her son to his fiancé.

“Momma!” Slate sputtered, unable to believe his mother had been so tactless as to ask that without any warning.

“Yes momma,” replied Darkstar, who was very pleased that Slate had crossed the living room and was sat on her right. His proximity giving her the courage she needed, “We're going to carry to term.” She wrung her hands together, “Master already comforted me about that upstairs.”

Reaching behind her sister, Rockslide playfully swatted her younger brother upside his head, “Just so you know, I charge for babysitting.”

Satisfied by what Darkstar had said, Sea Salt laughed at her daughter, “She means she charges spoiling rights!”

Put at ease by the family’s support of her and the baby, Darkstar smiled, feeling the nerves and anxiety over the situation leave her. “Thank you Rocky, you can spoil him or her as much as you want in March next year.”

“Time enough to prepare a nursery,” commented Rockslide, the deep blue zebra giving the younger woman a wink that said she was more than willing to take her up on that.

“Thank you,” Darkstar said quietly, “I really don't know what I'd do without you all.”

Placing her hand supportively on Darkstar’s naked thigh, Rockslide grinned mischievously before whispering not too quietly, “You are stuck with us, but we can kick my brother out if you want.”

Unsure if his older sister was being serious or not, Slate whispered just as loudly in his lover’s right ear, “You'll protect me, right?”

Darkstar loved the way the family was family around her. So much so she actually laughed in spite of herself. “Tempting as it is to have the bed to myself, you won't need to do that, Rocky.” She then turned to look at Slate, her hand caressing his cheek, “I’ll protect you until the moon flees from the night sky, Master.”

Sea Salt snorted a laugh. All this ‘Master’ and ‘pet’ stuff was utter nonsense to her, she was from a time where such a thing just wasn’t done. What she couldn’t argue with was how much her son and his girl loved each other, and that was enough for her. “Don't you let him brag of his prowess when you are big and round at the altar, child.”

Rockslide gave her brother an appraising look, before she gave him a well-meaning thump on the shoulder behind Darkstar’s back, “He does remind me of our father right now.”

“I'm glad Slate's nothing like my father,” Darkstar said softly as Slate fist bumped his sister behind her back, the white skinned teen hugged her arms around herself, “Whoever he is…”

Sea Salt saw the downer coming and she decided to head it off at the pass, as it were. The last thing they needed on this day of all days was Darkstar thinking about how her father abandoned Shining Star before she was born. She was confident her son wouldn’t ever do such a thing, not if he valued his life. “Sit with us while we watch our show. Son,” she bought a swift end to the silent one handed fight that Slate and Rockslide had gotten into, “We are in need of ice cream to celebrate!”

Standing up from the couch, Slate kissed Darkstar’s forehead while at the same time he roughed up his sister’s carefully combed hair. “Back with your ice cream in a moment, ladies,” he winked, skilfully dodging the swipe aimed at him from his sister.

“I miss you already,” Darkstar watched him walk through to the kitchen with a longing smile on her face.

“Child,” Sea Salt started gently, “You need to tell your momma too, I’m sure she would be as happy for you as we are.”

“Yeah…” Darkstar answered somewhat noncommittally, “I'll call her nurse at the hospital to see how lucid she is when your show’s finished, maybe they’ll let us visit. I’d rather tell mom in person than over the phone.”

Just then, Slate walked back into the living room carrying a tray laden with four bowls of chocolate and coffee ice cream, as well as four steaming hot coffees.

Darkstar didn’t really notice.

Sea Salt settled back into her comfy chair and fiddled with the TV remote, calling up the latest episode of ‘Out of Zebrica’ from the beginning, not that she or Rockslide minded watching the start over again.

Darkstar didn’t really notice.

Slate set the loaded tray down on the coffee table and sat back on the couch sandwiching Darkstar between him and his sister. He hugged her just as the opening titles finished and the actors on screen began the first scene of the show.

Darkstar didn’t really notice.

Slate, Sea Salt, Rockslide, even the sounds from the TV, they all faded away until Darkstar was inside her own little world. She rested her head on Slate’s shoulder and she drifted away from the living room altogether.

It was five weeks ago, the fifth of June. Everything had conspired to make that Friday a very good day. Not only had she completed the last of her final exams at CHS, but it had also been her nineteenth birthday and it had been a full moon!

It had been a good day.

~ ~ ~

Slate didn’t much care for Canterlot High School. Or, more accurately, he didn’t care for the vacuous airheads that came out of the school, twittering inanely like a flock of birds on their way out. Neither did he care for the looks that he was given, just because of the stripes on his skin.

Fortunately, he wasn’t there for any of them. He was there for one girl. His girl. And, at four p.m., right on time, there she came, skipping out of the main entrance and across the student parking lot.

Tall and willowy, Darkstar was a vision in her pink skimpy sleeveless top that left her belly exposed and the impossibly tight and stretchy black yoga pants she loved to wear. He loved her to wear them too, because he could see a mile away that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. “My lady,” he said once she was close to him, “Care to go for a drive?”

Skipping up in her black pumps, Darkstar wrapped her slender arms around Slate’s neck, around the tan leather jacket he wore and pulled him into a ‘hello’ kiss. “Nothing better than bouncing around in the back of a pick-up truck!”

Slate snickered and leant back against his battered old blue Ford pick-up and patted Darkstar’s toned rear, just to confirm his suspicions which, he was pleased to feel, were right, “You do like bouncing.”

“Ha, ha, ah. Hey, where’s all your stuff?” Darkstar asked, having noted that there was a tarp in the back, but none of the usual lawn equipment under it that her lover normally carried around for his job.

“It is where it needs to be,” Slate replied mysteriously as he opened the passenger door with a loud creak of protest from the forty year old truck, “Let's go, love.” The sooner he was away from CHS, the happier he would be.

“Yes sir!” Darkstar threw her bag into the back of the truck and she hopped up into the passenger seat. “And hello to you too, Rita,” she addressed the pick-up truck like an old friend, stroking the worn dashboard as Slate closed the door with a thump and made his way to the driver’s side. “I can't believe CHS is finally behind me!”

“Rita missed you while you were at school,” Slate somewhat reluctantly played along with his girlfriend’s little game. He still asserted it was silly to name his truck, but that didn’t stop him when the fuel warning light came on from begging Rita to get him to the filling station. Not that he’d ever admit that. “You ready for college?”

“By the Moon, yes!” Darkstar sat back and sighed happily, “After that, the Canterlot Embassy beckons!” then, she giggled, “Of course Rita missed me, all you listen to is that dusty old sixties channel, see?”

Slate completely ignored the fact that Darkstar had changed the radio from the Sound of the Sixties to a channel that was playing some unspeakable techno noise, “Have you studied up on your lunar lore?” he asked, turning the volume down.

Rolling her yellow eyes, Darkstar ignored the fact Slate had turned down The Twisted Sisters and answered his question. “Please, Master, you quiz me about it most times you have me bent over your knee. Tonight is the June full moon, known as the Strawberry Moon, so named because of when the fruit is ripe to be harvested.”

“Did you know the full moon was tonight?”

Darkstar shrugged her shoulders as Slate put Rita into gear and set off, the old Ford belching and rattling along, “The Nightwatch news on the zebran radio channel said it was going to be either tonight or tomorrow night.”

Steering the old pick up along the streets through the city, Slate spared his girlfriend an affectionate look, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Darkstar leant over and kissed her boyfriend’s cheek as he drove along to where, she didn’t know. “So, Master, where are we going in your truck that's the cleanest I've ever seen her?”

“Where else would we be going?” he answered enigmatically, “The best place in the city to view the moonrise. Pansy Peak!”

Immediately, Darkstar squealed like the girly girl she was and clapped her hands excitedly, “You're taking me to Make Out Mountain?” she squeed, referring to the local mountain by its more colloquial name given to it by generations of teens that went and parked up at the lookout point part way up the south side.

“Oh, my bad,” Slate teased as he drove through the suburbs of the city towards their destination, “I guess I didn't need to bring the make-up kit after all...”

“Oh?” Darkstar raised an eyebrow, “And what else did you bring?”

“What,” Slate replied as innocently as he could, “I thought it was Make Up Mountain. I guess I'll have to save the make over for another time. I did bring you…”

“Oh you...” blushing up a storm, Darkstar giggled like a school girl, before her tone took on a more serious aspect. “I bought my collar with me. I need to confess I've been naughty today

“Well,” Slate laughed, “At least some things are consistent.”

Darkstar didn’t smile. “You know how I've been low all week?” when he simply nodded his head, she continued, “It took Rocky till ten to get me out of bed after you went to work earlier.” She wrung her hands together, “Momma had to practically drag me to the shower.” She fidgeted her fingers, “And um...I might have been petulant about it, cos I put some things in the wrong trash on purpose before momma drove me to the exams at school.”

Wisely, Slate drove on in silence, in order to let Darkstar finish organizing her thoughts. It was a technique her psychiatrist had taught him. “Momma gave me my meds from the locked cabinet, then after I sorted the trash out properly, momma took me to Sugarcube Corner before the exam in the afternoon. It was...odd, being outside after a week in bed, but she was right. It did make me feel better.”

“I love you all the same, Darkie,” Slate said softly. One thing he remembered from his father before he had passed on was that, don’t be afraid to be gentle, and it was a lesson he used with Darkstar regularly. “But...Do you desire my attention or my discipline?”

“I desire you, Slate,” Darkstar stroked one finger along the contours of her neck where her collar would fit, and her other hand found its way onto his knee, “As long as I have you, I have your attention and your discipline.”

“Hold that thought,” Slate grinned as he turned Rita off the main road and onto a wide dirt track, “We're almost there.”

“Thank you for just letting me speak,” Darkstar said after a good few minutes of silence in which the battered old truck climbed up the well-worn path, “It helps to get my thoughts out.”

Pansy Peak – or Make Out Mountain, if you prefer – was just over ten thousand feet high. The lookout spot Slate pulled into was a fraction of that, a large outcrop several hundred feet up the south side. The nearest other vehicle, a red Chevy, was a good fifty yards away. “I've learned that listening helps more than speaking,” Slate gave her a long, deep kiss, “And actions mean more than words.”

“MMmmm…” without breaking the kiss, Darkstar slipped off the seatbelt and embraced Slate in a hug. She pressed into the kiss and added her tongue to the mix, while Slate deftly opened the passenger side door and slid out with her in his arms on that side. Still locked together at the lips, he carried her to the back where he lowered the tailgate. Held in his strong arms, Darkstar adjusted herself so she was facing him with her long legs wrapped around his waist.

As Darkstar was getting busy licking and kissing his neck, Slate pulled back the tarp to show reveal what he had been busy with. An AstroTurf layer covered the bed of the truck and beside two sleeping bags was a small picnic basket. “We can view the moonrise from here.”

“Oh wow, Slate!” upon seeing what he had prepared for them, Darkstar jumped back into his arms, her legs once again around his waist, kissing his neck and cheeks. Smirking, Slate set his girlfriend down in the truck bed and he climbed in beside her, where he laid her out on one of the sleeping bags since the AstroTurf was a bit rough on the skin, and he returned to the passionate kiss.

On her back, Darkstar giggled, “I was going to ask if you missed me,” she, then moaned softly as his hand slipped up underneath her skimpy top and found her B cup breast, “Don't think I need to…”

“I have missed you,” Slate’s other hand slid under her top and joined the first in kneading her breasts, both thumbs circling her nipples which hardened obediently under his touch, “And tonight is a very important night.” Slate had missed his girlfriend for the whole week she had been on her down spell, but he didn’t feel the need to elaborate on that. The delicate fingers unbuttoning his flannel shirt was giving him something else to think about.

Swiftly, Darkstar had his white shirt off, and she caressed every inch of his strong firm terracotta torso. “Damn,” she bit her lip as her cheeks flushed red, “I love your stripes...”

“That's good,” Slate smirked as he watched those soft white hands stroke his black stripes, “Because I've grown rather attached to them.”

A silvery little giggle escaped Darkstar’s lips, “I bet that other car can admire them from here, too,” she smiled up at him and kisses her way across his chest to his hardened nipples as she fumbled with unfastening the buckle of his belt, “My collar's in its box in my bag, Master.”

“That you left in the cab,” Slate deadpanned.

“Ooops!” Darkstar looked up at him, with all the innocence of a puppy caught next to a freshly chewed up couch cushion, “You can always make me go get it…”

“Oh, I will,” Slate promised, “But not yet.” Smiling, the zebra was patient enough to wait and moved only enough to assist his girlfriend in undressing him. Darkstar swiftly had his boots and jeans off, and she was glad they were parking in June. Even though it was the early evening, it was still pleasantly warm.

“I get the feeling you're trying to suggest some activity for us to share,” said Slate when he was completely naked on his sleeping bag.

“A sub shouldn't order her dom,” Darkstar said in a most submissive tone, “But I do love your body, Slate.”

As he began to very slowly undress his sub, starting with her black pumps, he felt her eyes on his body and he was glad his work kept him in decent shape. “Then we have something in common, my love, although you have a nice body too.”

The skimpy little top that Darkstar wore was hardly a thick coat and it was soon off, revealing her cute little breasts and her hard nipples to the world. “You always say that,” she smiled up at him, because he did, even when she added a new scar to her arms, he always told her she was beautiful.

A third and fourth car joined the parking space on the lookout point, not that the couple in the back of the truck noticed. They wouldn’t have cared if they had noticed. Slate did see the sun was about to set and he hurried to remove the rest of Darkstar's clothes. Her black leggings gave no resistance whatsoever. “Now,” he grinned when she was nude, “You can bring me the bag.”

“Yes Master,” without any shame or hesitation at all, Darkstar got up and made her way around Rita completely naked to the truck’s cab, making sure she showed off her ass and her shaved crotch as well as her breasts to anyone who might be looking.

She dearly hoped more than one of the cars were looking at her.

With her prize in hand, she came back to the bed. During her brief absence, Slate had opened a bottle of sweet wine and poured it into two plastic cups, and he had some salted caramel donuts ready on a paper plate. He took her bag from her and removed the collar from its box.

Bowing her head and moving her long grey hair aside, Darkstar shivered when he kissed her neck before putting it on her and buckling it closed. As soon as the collar was on, she saw the donuts. “You do love me!”

When they were by each other’s side in the bed of the truck, the full moon had started to rise up into the darkening sky. Slate, propped up on his elbow, tilted Darkstar’s head to his. “Darkstar, will you marry me come the Cold Moon?”

“M-Marry...” Darkstar’s yellow eyes went wide, “You...Oh my...” all the many and varied possibilities ran rampant in her head, for she already belonged to him. As such, it wasn’t an answer she had to think about. “Yes! I will! Yes!”

“Then let us be one now and forever, my sweet pet,” Slate then upped the level of the foreplay, leaving none of Darkstar's sexy body untouched under his relentless ‘assault’.

“You HMMmmm romantic aaaAAAH zebra!” Darkstar moaned loudly, with no regard for the others that were parked up. His hands on her breasts made her moan lewdly, his hands on her hips made her part her legs for his unspoken command.

While it wasn’t the first time for the two of them, not by any means, in that heated moment Slate had no thoughts or concerns about the protection they usually employed. All he wanted was all of his girl.

To be fair, all Darkstar was concerned with was getting her Master’s hard cock inside her. Honouring the moon, celebrating her birthday, everything but 'I want him' had fled her mind. “Make love to me Master, please?”

Slate was only too happy to do just that. With her underneath him on her back, he lined up the tip of his shaft with her glistening pussy and looked her in the eyes, silently asking her permission to enter her.

Nodding her head, Darkstar bit her lip. Then, she lifted up both of her long legs and reached around her ass with her hands. Pulling her cheeks apart, she presented her hot and ready snatch to him. Gifted his treat on a silver plate, the hot blooded zebra wasted no time, entering her in one smooth motion.

With a grunt of relief, he pressed into her soaked pussy and began moving without any ceremony. In, out, in, out, deeper and deeper with each thrust until he hilted deep inside her, his head barely brushing against her walls with each push. “You have the sexiest body of any woman under the moon,” and she was his.

“AaaAAAH...fuuuuck!” Darkstar moaned lustily as she was entered all the way, until she felt the head of his shaft graze her cervix, “Because it belongs to you Master!” she cried. Holding her legs up with one hand at her ankles, Slate rode her hard and fast to derive his own pleasure.

As she was being fucked good and hard, Darkstar reached up with her hands to play with her Master’s erect nipples. That just made him thrust his hips faster and harder, and she dissolved into a whimpering mess the harder she was ridden. Several minutes later and she came with a shudder and a scream that was sure to reach the moon itself.

It certainly reached the other three cars, who honked their horns in appreciation of the display.

Slate continued to plow her hard for two more minutes before he reached his climax. When he ejaculated deep inside her, Darkstar finally came with him, screaming out so loud that the cars honked again in chorus. Above her, Slate at last slowed down and he laid on his girl, further folding her legs up so that they were either side of her head. “Hmmm, that was sweet.”

“Mmmm y-yeah...yeah it was, Master…” she breathed deeply in her post coital bliss. She had needed this so much after the week she had endured.

“Happy birthday Darkie,” Slate leant in and gave her a long, deep kiss, “No matter what the future brings us, my love for you will never lessen.” Slowly, carefully, he leant up and allowed her legs to return to a more natural position, “I think you've earned your reward of a donut and wine.”

“You are too good to me, you know that, right?” asked Darkstar rhetorically as she sat herself up, leaning against the back of the truck. She wasn’t concerned in the slightest that she was so full of his seed that her flat belly was slightly rounded.

“I can't help myself,” Slate said unapologetically, “Even when you're naughty, you're still wonderful.”

“You always say that, Slate,” Darkstar winked and took up her cup of wine. “You’ll share with me?” the zebra did share, he took a mouthful of wine and via kiss, he transferred it to Darkstar, and she did likewise. The salted caramel donuts were shared in the same manner.

Once the salted caramel donuts and the wine were gone, Slate pulled Darkstar in for a long sensual kiss. “Ready for round two before we have to leave?”

“I want to give the others something to remember us by,” Darkstar smirked, nodding left and right to the only two cars besides them in the parking spot.

“Just what I was thinking, pet,” Slate lay back on his sleeping bag and playfully he beckoned her with a finger. In a split second, she was on top of him, her slender white legs straddling his waist, her hands on his broad chest.

Winking, Darkstar let out a lust filled moan as she lowered her dripping cum filled pussy all the way down his iron hard rod.

Thoroughly enjoying the view above him, Slate moved one hand to stroke Darkstar's hard clitoris as she moved up and down his length. “MmMMmm!” she moaned, her hands gripping his chest, “R-Right there...” her juices and other fluids leaked from her snatch, wetting his fingers as she rode him.

Switching hands, Slate made a big show of sucking his fingers clean.

“Damn...that's hot...” Darkstar panted hard and leant forward, her hands resting at her Master’s waist as she went up and down. Slate, continuing to stroke his pet’s nub, switched fingers a second time but after cleaning his hand, he reached up and caressed her nipples. “Oh buck yeeeees!” she gasped, now starting to speed up, her up and down motions becoming erratic as she clenched around his shaft. “M-Master, I-I'm close!”

“You have my permission to orgasm as many times as you can before I do.”

“Thank you Master!” Darkstar screamed out loud, earning her a few honks of appreciation from the occupants of the cars watching the show. With his permission given, she promptly came, almost to order, wetting his crotch. Darkstar didn't slow down though, instead she kept bouncing up and down on him.

Unlike the first time, Slate was trying to hold back this time and enjoy the ride. Soon after her first climax on the AstroTurf in the back of the pick-up truck, the submissive achieved her second and, as her third started to come, she leant in and started to suck on his nipples.

That did it for the dominant zebra. He blew his load at the same time as she came. “Hmmmm you were holding out, weren't you?” she playfully accused, seated all the way down on his lap, she rolled her hips around.

Reaching up, Slate pinched both her nipples hard. “I don't hold out, pet. I make the most of every opportunity.” Darkstar, her mouth open to reply, instead gasped with the sharp pain and made a happy mewling sound. Deciding he enjoyed the sounds she was making, Slate alternated pinching her nipples to rubbing them with his thumbs to see what other noises he could make her produce.

As the other cars started to leave, Darkstar was only too happy to put on a show for him, adding little excited moans to her squeaks. “I may think my pet is trying to humour me…” Slate smirked.

“Always, Master,” Darkstar grinned down at him, now full of two fresh loads from her beloved. They stayed that way, joined together in their copulation until nature itself caused him to withdraw from her now very sloppy vagina.

Now they were at last alone, and the full moon had been properly honoured, as was its due, Slate decided it was time to leave for home. After everything had been packed away in the picnic basket, Darkstar was once again sat in Rita’s passenger seat.

Since it was properly dark, and late at night, Darkstar didn't bother to dress for the return journey home, not that Slate asked her to. She was more than happy to ride back buck naked, with her hand resting on his naked crotch.

Given the advanced time of day, or rather night, Slate was feeling daring and he didn't bother to get dressed either. “I'm sure my mom has seen me in the raw, though it may have been some time ago.”

“Momma and Rocky don't mind when I walk around nude,” Darkstar smiled contentedly as she started to stroke his shaft in her left hand, “I do love a stick shift.”

“Maybe we will find out what they think about me doing it,” Slate commented with a sly grin of his own, “And maybe not. Then again, I think you've seen them when they are watching that porn they like.”

“You're better than any porn, Master, just in case you're wondering,” Darkstar giggled and stroked his now very erect member. It was testament to Slate’s skill behind the wheel that he was able to keep driving with such a distraction.

“Now I want to find a radio station with that terrible porn music,” Slate said, though there was a slight groaning sigh to his voice thanks to Darkstar’s talented fingers.

Quick as a flash, Darkstar knew what to do. “Bow chicka wow wow!” After making the cheesy porn tune, she decided to lean over to the driver’s seat and, with her head in Slate’s lap, she put her mouth to good use on the drive back.

Not wanting to be pulled over, Slate focused his whole attention on his driving. Keeping to just under the speed limit wasn’t easy, given that Darkstar had her left hand massaging his balls as she bobbed her head up and down his hard cock.

Her hot wet lips glided along the first few inches of his not inconsiderable manhood in smooth little motions. As she started to suck him off, her talented tongue rolled around his head, intent on exploring every little nook and detail of his proud erection.

Slate was breathing hard, and without looking down, he pulled off at a fast food place with a late night drive through. Darkstar slurped lewdly, enjoying the combined flavour of her saliva and her Master’s pre that leaked from his tip, as well as the taste of their cum which lingered. The sexy cocktail was very much an acquired taste but one which the pale grey mare savoured whenever she had the chance. She didn’t always get the chance to indulge in oral, because more often than not Slate’s cock was buried in one of her other holes.

Overall, not a bad thing to be upset about. After all, nobody ever got to heaven saying “Jeez, I wish I hadn’t fucked so much”.

Darkstar sensed Slate panting, and she started to bob her head slower and slower so as not to get him off too quickly. When he stopped in the drive through to order, she had just his head in her mouth, casually licking all around it and playing with the urethra.

“Two sweet iced teas please, Yes, that is all!” Slate barely managed to order what he wanted from the woman at the drive through, and as he reached for the small amount of cash he kept in glove box, Darkstar’s bobbing grew further emboldened and she soon pressed forcefully forward, allowing her Master to fully enter into her throat.

She decided it was time to finish what she had started. Fortunately, she was well trained in pleasing her Master, and she had defeated her gag reflex a few months after becoming Slate’s submissive.

Once her lips touched the base of the zebra’s cock, she used her skilled hands to massage and knead his balls. She was amazed to feel how heavy and full they were, given how much semen he had dumped in her back on Make Out Mountain. When she felt her jaw begin to ache, she drew back just a little. As she withdrew, her hands were there to pick up the slack and ensure his pleasure.

While Darkstar slowly dragged her tongue over Slate’s urethra, her hand slowly stroking him, Slate drove up, paid for and took the drinks and thanked the woman who served him. “Just in case that’s thirsty work,” he said as she ‘worked’.

“HmHmmmm!” Darkstar vibrated her throat around his cock and she went back to her deep throating, not stopping until her nose actually touched his crotch. With no other option, Slate pulled over because he just couldn’t drive any further.

Gurgling and moaning around the cock buried in her throat, Darkstar had thoroughly enjoyed her sample, but she wanted everything he had. She wanted him to paint her mouth with his seed, to fill her gullet with his batter. All she could hear above her was her Master’s laboured breathing, interrupted only every so often by him swearing under his breath in his native tongue.

Darkstar then drove all the way forward again, not slowing until the zebra’s cock was pressed against the back of her throat. Yet, she continued forward, allowing him to return to where he belonged, nestled snugly in her vitally important airway. Once more, Slate found himself buried deep in his pet’s willing throat.

After less than ten minutes, the terracotta zebra eventually let out a final breath of contentment and his cock gave a tell-tale throb. Catching the warning sign, Darkstar pulled off and she opened her mouth wide, readying herself for her reward. The first rope of her Master’s cum shot forth and, expertly, she caught it in her ready mouth.

When he had finished ejaculating, Darkstar sat up and proudly opened her mouth to show him the impressive load she had caught. When he nodded, she swallowed it all with a loud gulp. “Yummy!”

“When I die, I know I'll die happy,” Slate then kissed Darkstar’s lips, not caring in the slightest what she had just done.

“Hmmm that kiss was totally hot!” Darkstar purred, kissing her lover harder and longer. Had she been able, she’d have been in his lap.

Smirking, Slate took an iced tea break, “I doubt anyone would be awake at home now,” he said, passing her the second sealed cup, “Unless we delay longer for breakfast.”

“Good choice on the tea,” Darkstar took a long sip and giggled, “Naughty, keeping me out all night!”

“Just where I can keep an eye on you,” Slate winked before downing his iced tea. “Are you ready to go to our home?”

“I'm ready to be taken home, Master, and I'm ready to be taken, at home.”