Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

The next day, which was a Saturday, saw a rather grumpy Rockslide pulling up outside Requiem’s office. “While I don't mind the look,” she shot Darkstar a sideways look, “Not having any support for my girls is just odd.” Thanks to it being too painful on her pierced nipples, she instead had on a loose tee shirt.

Giggling, Darkstar didn’t mind Rockslide’s shirt, even if it was emblazoned with her favourite metal band, some horrific looking thing called ‘Skull Cruncher’. “I think you're starting to like not wearing anything under your clothes, am I right?”

“Time will tell,” Rockslide shrugged, “But you try managing my double D's without rope support. I'll be at the coffee shop. Your latte and salted caramel donut awaits.”

“Thanks sis, I know there's a reason I love you!” while Darkstar was grateful for the lift, she was also happy to get out of the zebra’s car. There was only so much ‘Skull Cruncher’ she could take, despite Rockslide’s insistence that the lyrics were thought provoking and meaningful, once you got past the skulls. And the crunching. On the sidewalk, she gave her sister a wave and she skipped into the office building.

With the opening of the office door, Noteworthy, Requiem’s secretary, looked up from his computer screen and he was met with a vision in a pink summer dress. He offered a thank you to whatever deity might be listening for Darkstar’s low neckline and her slightly higher than knee length pink dress. “Hello Darkstar, on time as always. The doctor will see you now.”

“Thanks Noteworthy!” Darkstar flashed the secretary her five star smile and, skipping over to the closed door, she knocked on before entering, “Good morning, doc!”

“A very good morning it is, Darkstar,” Requiem greeted her patient from where she was stood by her coffee maker, “Can I interest you in some hot Zebrican bean juice?”

Darkstar, who was never one to turn down coffee, especially Zebran coffee, nodded her head eagerly, “Yes please, that'd be great, thank you!”

Working quickly, Requiem prepped coffees for them both, since she knew exactly how Darkstar liked it. Once it was done, she placed them both on the coffee table between her chair and the cliché black couch. “Did your schedule change since we last looked?”

“No ma'am,” Darkstar sat on the couch and smoothed her dress under her behind as Requiem sat in her chair with her clipboard in hand, “It’s still the same as it was last time.”

“Good, then Tuesdays and Fridays will still work out for us,” Requiem scribbled a couple of notes, “You can call and skip Tuesday if you wish. That will depend on how you feel about it.”

“No,” Darkstar answered quickly. Too quickly. On the couch, she hugged her arms around herself, “I think seeing you the two days will really help, please?”

Straightaway, Requiem caught the change in Darkstar’s tone and body language, it was most unnerving, “Hey, I said you could, I didn't say you had to. How’s your pregnancy going? Any morning sickness yet?”

‘Any morning sickness…’ Darkstar laughed, “I'm throwing up like I'm a chocolate eclair being squeezed at one end. Rocky and momma take turns to hold my hair out the way. If there was an Olympic medal for chucking, I’d have it by now.”

“Is it food or smell induced?”

“Both, I think,” Darkstar replied after a moment’s thought on the subject, “The cravings have started too.”

“I do hope Sea Salt and the family try to reduce those causes in the house,” advised Requiem, “It happened to me for both, but the second one wasn't as bad. Then the first one was a girl.”

“I have a huge craving for fish fingers and custard. And pickles with vanilla ice cream. I mean, really? Who eats fish fingers with custard? Yes, you can laugh!” Darkstar looked up at Requiem, who was indeed laughing, “The second wasn't as bad, but the first was a girl?” that wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear, “So they're bad with girls?”

“In my experience, yes,” Requiem at last reached for her coffee and took a long sip. “It looks like you're sporting something new under your top.”

Like the doctor, Darkstar took a drink of her coffee, but she frowned. For once the bitter liquid wasn’t as calming as it usually was, “I got piercings the other day.”

“That explains the three nipples on either side,” Requiem wrote a couple new notes on her paper, “Was it empowering to do that?”

“It felt good, yeah,” Darkstar, now looking down at the floor past her open toed sandals, didn’t feel good right then and there. “So you're saying it's worse with girls? Gee, that’s great.”

“Hey,” Requiem’s voice was full of genuine concern, “It’s a small price to pay for the life you're making.”

“Lives.”

Curiously, Requiem looked at Darkstar, who had switched from sitting to laying down on the couch, “There’s something more you're holding out on me. Do I need to give you a bigger pillow?”

Staring up at the ceiling, Darkstar’s mood dropped like an anvil being dropped through her soul, “I'm having twins. Found out at the last scan. Here,” she fished in her purse for the scan picture.

Taking the scan picture, Requiem gave it a look and she saw what she thought might be the source of her patient’s low mood. “Identical. You seem to have mixed feelings about this. I’ll hazard a guess your family is as supportive as ever?”

“Slate, Rocky, momma and Moonbeak are like they've won every lottery in the world,” Darkstar managed a small thin smile, but her tone suggested she was on her way to the gallows. “Slate doesn't walk around the house. He dances.”

“That's nice, and you, Darkie?”

“I smile my way through it and get on with my fish fingers and custard.”

“More power to you,” Requiem gave her a warm smile, “The smell of fish made me puke.” Not wanting to dwell on what made her throw up, the psychiatrist decided on a different tack, “How is the student housing?”

Darkstar shrugged, “It’s fine, I guess. It’s three rooms, two bedrooms with a bathroom each and a living area / kitchenette thing in the middle. I'm all moved in ready for Monday, with the exception of a few small things.”

“And how is your roommate?”

“Dunno,” Darkstar shrugged noncommittally, “I haven't actually met her yet. I've been spending my time at home.”

After making a paragraph’s worth of notes on her clipboard, Requiem nodded, “That will continue on the weekends, right?”

“That's the idea, yeah.”

Requiem consulted her notes on a second before she spoke next, “You've been on Haldol for four weeks now. Notice any changes in your mood swings?”

‘Were there any changes…’ Darkstar snorted out a mirthless laugh. The doctor was kidding right? She had to be joking. Any changes… Her depression coupled with her reduced medication and her anxiety over the twins revelation meant she was all over the place. “I'm down for longer,” she said eventually.

“You do have a lot stacked against you,” Requiem conceded that much, “The pregnancy and twins. You know a stronger medicine would endanger them. Twice a week with me, and weekends with Slate. Are you going to let your roommate know what you're going through?”

Again, Darkstar shrugged her shoulders, “I suppose I'll have to. Not really be fair on her if I'm a moody cow for no reason and she doesn't know why I’m trying not to kill myself.”

“One more point of support for that moody cow,” Requiem pointed out as she drank what was left of her coffee.

“Mmmm,” Darkstar made the barely audible and equally unintelligible grunt, “I guess. I just can't stop thinking now that I'm having twin girls…”

Requiem knew that was the root of the thing that was bothering the teenager. “First, don't let me throwing up throw you off the potential sex of your children. Second - what do you have that Shining Star didn't have?”

“I don't know, what?”

“Something that you and Slate have in common.”

“I love him, and he loves me?”

Determined to get Darkstar to the point, even if she had to lead her there by the hand, Requiem performed an obvious eye roll directed straight at her, “How's Slate's father treating him?”

Darkstar wondered what that had to do with anything. “He's dea...oh,” then it dawned on her what Requiem was getting at, “Oh, right.”

“So,” Requiem said that same manner as a high school teacher might use when teaching that one student who was deliberately dense, “What do you have that Shinning didn't have?”

“A loving partner who will support me.” It was obvious now she had said it out loud.

“Like any degenerative mental disease,” like that teacher, Requiem was geared up to enter ‘lecture mode’, “Like dementia and Alzheimer's, that support makes a world of difference. What your mother has is extremely rare and not well studied. She only had you when it started, and you were in school at the time. As I've said, you are at risk as it is genetic, but you have something that could delay or reduce the effects that your mother didn't have. Now the real question, is Slate going to leave you because you had a child?”

“No,” Darkstar replied confidently. She wasn’t confident about much, but Slate, he was one of them. “The moon will leave the earth before Slate leaves me.”

Requiem nodded solemnly, “That is what I believe also. I know you fear for a daughter you might have. They need to know their grandmother, and the disease, but they need to know hope too. There is no reliable test for the gene. Maybe that zebra sperm kicked it in the ass?”

“And they will,” Darkstar sighed, “I tried to support mom, I really did. I didn't want her to be sent away!”

Requiem’s smile gave way to a deep frown and a very serious tone, “We've talked about this, Darkie. You are not the one to blame.” She placed a heavy emphasis on the word ‘not’, “When it started, you had no idea what it was, and you were alone at the time. This isn't Bright's fault either. I don't like to point fingers, but the man that abandoned her could have helped, but would be unlikely to stop it. Still, that support would mean a lot to you and Bright. Life is not now, nor will it ever be, fair.”

“I know, doc,” Darkstar stared up at the ceiling, “Momma – and mom when she’s lucid enough - tells me all the time it wasn't my fault. I know it wasn't my fault. Knowing that doesn't stop me wishing I could've done more though.”

“You could have done less,” Requiem pointed out, “You didn't. You need to learn to accept you did more. She is still with you.”

“Yeah, she is,” Darkstar finally managed a genuine smile, “We had a picnic at the hospital a couple of weeks ago. That was a good day.”

“That’s something you need to tell your children about, and something I do hope they will get to experience.”

“We took pictures. Friendly even let us take a video. It was a perfect day.”

“Not every day will be a perfect day.”

“No,” Darkstar accepted that. She wasn’t stupid, she knew as time went on, those perfect days would come fewer and further between, “But I have learnt to cherish those that are, and use their memory to get me through those that aren't.”

Like her patient, Requiem’s smile reached her eyes at that. Perhaps they were getting somewhere after all, “A good outlook to have. How has Slate taking control worked for you?”

Now Darkstar’s smile was so wide it almost touched her ears, “It's as liberating as ever. We keep adding in new things as and when we think of them. We keep those that work and we talk about those that don't.”

“I sincerely wish I could have written a prescription for that,” said Requiem with a slightly sad note in her voice, “If Slate has a free Tuesday or Friday, drag him in with you. I'll try not to embarrass either of you, but no promises.”

“I think, but don't quote me, that we've passed embarrassment now,” Darkstar giggled, “The suspension harness in the bedroom was and is fun, because it's right by the window. The time he put a freshly cut ginger root in my ass, not so much.”

“Have you used your safe word?”

“Oh yes!” exclaimed Darkstar, “I took the ginger root for five minutes before I called out Red and stopped it. Trust me, that hurt so much! Slate was a total sweetheart afterwards, though.”

“You're happy with the aftercare?”

“I couldn't be happier,” Darkstar asserted with a rare degree of surety, “On that occasion, he put a really cold gel in there. Other times he massages me with this special cream. It's magic! Literally takes care of welts almost instantly. Then we have cuddles!”

Requiem only had one question left, “How are you feeling now compared to when you walked into my office?”

“I feel high. Like, on an upper,” Darkstar clarified completely unnecessarily, “Not literally high, y'know?”

“I understand what you mean,” assured Requiem, “I do expect a full report on your roommate when I see you Tuesday. Is Rocky waiting for you?”

“Yup!” Darkstar heaved herself to a sitting position on the couch, an act that showed off her rounded three month pregnant belly under her dress, “She’s at the mom and pop café round the corner.”

Satisfied that the session was at an end, Requiem stood up, “Hugs?”

“Hugs!” Darkstar sprang to her feet and she treated Requiem to a tight hug, “Thank you, doc, for listening and helping to make me feel better. You want to feel my belly? As you can see, I'm starting to show a bump under this dress.”

Like her hand was magnetised, Requiem placed her palm on Darkstar's swollen belly. “It will be a lot more fun when two someones are kicking me.”

“Oh don't!” Darkstar snickered playfully, “They'll use my bladder as a soccer ball, I'm sure. It’s a pretty good bump to be getting on with though, right?”

Requiem had to agree that it was. “I guess you don't need a pillow up there after all.”

Without any further invitation, Darkstar lifted up her dress by the hem and she showed off not only her small but pronounced bump but her lack of undergarments as well. “I got my own!”

Now the bump was exposed, Requiem placed her hand flat on the pure white flesh, not at all fussed by the teenager's lack of panties or bra, “That is very true, Darkie.” After a long, long five – or fifteen – minutes, Requiem removed her hand and stepped back. “Take care of yourself, and lean on those that love you.”

“I will, until next time, doc!” resolving to put Requiem’s advice to good use, Darkstar dropped her dress back in place and, after a second quick hug, skipped out of the building. She could taste that salted caramel donut already.

~ ~ ~

Later that day, when Slate got home, the terracotta zebra found his sister sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of black denim shorts and his mother in her chair – thankfully – fully clothed. His unspoken question was answered when Darkstar came down the stairs, naked but for her collar and a pair of small pink panties. “Hey sweetie!”

When Darkstar skipped into Slate's arms, he hugged her tight until he felt her piercings against his shirt. “Doing laundry, sis?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Rockslide turned a deadpan look to her younger brother, “My nipples hurt. Do you want to come rub some lotion on them?”

Seeing her Master founder a little under Rockslide’s sarcasm, Darkstar quickly came to his rescue, “You don't have to. We put lotion on ourselves earlier,” she then leant into Slate's ear, “I recorded myself for you.”

While Sea Salt laughed, Rockslide pouted at being cheated out of her fun. Slate lightly bopped Darkstar's nose with a rather thin book he was carrying in his hand. “Upstairs, pet.”

“Yes Master!” Darkstar blew Slate a kiss and she turned on the spot. As she skipped her way up the stairs, the outline of the base of a butt plug was clearly visible under the tight pink panties.

Behind her, Slate noticed immediately that there was more in her panties than just her ass, as did Rockslide, for that matter. “Can I take care of business here,” she asked her mother, “Or do I need to go to my room?”

“Here is fine,” replied Sea Salt, who was far more interested in what was happening on the TV than her daughter unbuttoning her shorts, “That’s why I don't often sit on the couch.”

Needing no further invitation, Rockslide lifted her ass and she slid her shorts down and then her hand slid into her shaved crotch, “Yeah, unless you're doing what I'm doing right now.”

Sea Salt shrugged, “That’s what the couch is for.”

Up in their bedroom, Slate handed the book he had bought to Darkstar. “Take a look at that while I get some things ready.”

“Will do, Master,” she took the book and, smiling at the title – Binding the Bump - she hopped up onto the bed where she sat cross legged and she started to flip from page to page.
After flicking through the many photos of models in various bondage poses and drawn illustrations to accompany the ties, she went back to the start of the book where it warned to never cross a rope over the abdomen. It also warned against no breast bindings after the first trimester. Limb bindings apparently were fine, though it advised against no painful bindings after the second trimester. Caution was given too not to use restrictive articles as pregnancy causes swelling of the body.

“Seems like we've both been buying stuff,” Darkstar giggled as she looked through the book, this time paying closer attention to the photos and the bondage instructions. “This is a good book. This one looks cute, Master,” she showed him a picture of a breast tie and a ring of rope around the sides of the model’s belly bump, with diamonds going behind the back.

Slate returned from their closet with rope in hand and, as soon as he saw the picture, he found his jeans suddenly extremely tight indeed. “Yes,” he agreed, “And you'd look cute in it. Panties off, pet.”

“Yes Master,” in one fluid motion, Darkstar sprang up from the crossed legged position to her feet, making her belly jiggle adorably, and she shimmied her panties down until she could step out of them and she turned, bending to pick them up.

As soon as it was revealed, Slate slapped the base of the pink butt plug while Darkstar was bent over. “That been in all day?”

“Mmmm! A-All afternoon Master, since I bought it.” Darkstar stood back up and put her panties on her dresser and she showed him a rectangular box with four plugs in, with space for five. “Rocky wanted to go to the sex shop and I saw this set of five pink plugs.”

Slate took a look and he saw the butt plugs went up in size from a small four inch long, three quarter inch wide plug, a medium five and a quarter inch long, one and a quarter inch wide plug, a large five and half inch long, one and a half inch wide plug, an extra-large six inch long by two inch wide plug all the way to a two XL monster plug that was six and a half inch long, two and a quarter inch wide monster.

Judging by the space between small and large, Darkstar was wearing the medium plug. “Did my sis pick up one too?” Slate asked with a laugh.

“No, Master, she got a new dildo after she wore the old one out. I got my allowance today, so I bought the set of butt plugs,” she showed off the presentation box they were in like she was revealing the prize in a TV game show, “I know I'm not allowed to get a dildo.”

“You show wisdom pet,” Slate set the new bondage book on his dresser, open at a page he wanted, “And you honour me with your obedience. Today I'm going to do another arm binding and chest binding. And, for a bonus, I'll bind your legs together so you won't be able to play with yourself, then I won't play down there either.” He laughed at the look on her face, “Or is that too much torture?”

“No Master,” she smiled up at Slate before she put the butt plugs back on her dresser, “I was a little naughty after seeing Requiem.”

The admission didn’t surprise Slate, not one bit. “At the doctors, or afterwards, with Rocky?”

Darkstar blushed, because the implication of ‘afterwards with Rocky’ made her think of the time she had kissed her, “When we got home from the shopping trip, I cleaned myself out with the enema before I put the plug in. When I expelled, I peed without asking permission from you first, Master.”

It was a good thing Darkstar had her back to Slate. It meant she didn’t see the amused smirk on his face. “And you didn't think to text me because?”

“I forgot, Master, I'm sorry…” she didn’t forget. She was just being naughty.

“We’ll see about that,” Slate didn’t believe for one second that Darkstar ‘forgot’. He knew her enough to know she was misbehaving. “Arms behind your back. Clasp your hands together.”

“Yes Master!” eagerly, Darkstar placed her arms straight behind her back like she was about to wear an armbinder and she held her hands down near her bubble butt.

“No touching the plug, pet.” Slate ordered, then, taking up a length of the rope, he made a perfect box tie from her wrists all the way to her shoulders and around her breasts. He didn’t stop until her B cups resembled D’s. “Okay?”

Grateful for the ask, Darkstar gave him her best smile. “Green, Master.”

“Now, time for something new. Stand with your heels together. Let me know if you're losing your balance.” Slate ordered, and obediently, Darkstar placed her heels together, her feet splayed outwards for balance.

Happy she wouldn’t fall, Slate began the leg binding, starting at Darkstar’s ankles with a figure eight and then he wrapped the rope up her legs to below the knees with another figure eight. A loose bit of rope went above the knees with a figure eight, and then a tight wrap up to the top of her thighs and Slate ended the tie with a bow in front.

As she was comprehensively bund and immobilised, Darkstar wiggled and she almost toppled over. Had it not been for Slate there to catch and steady her, she would have face planted on the bed. Once he had her steady, Slate checked the breast bondage and he made it a bit tighter, making her breasts appear even bigger. “Bunny hop for me, pet.”

“You just want to see them bounce,” Darkstar smirked, but at Slate's raised eyebrow, she did as she was told, and she hopped forwards a few inches. As she predicted, her bound titties bounced like jelly wiggling on a plate.

“Be happy I'm not going to have you bunny hop all the way to the table,” warned Slate, although with her pregnant like she was, it was an empty threat. He then pulled the desk chair over and he sat behind his pet. “Sit in my lap.”

“Thank you, Master,” although she knew he wouldn’t really make her hop down the stairs, she was glad of the invitation to sit, and so she sat, wiggling her plugged butt over Slate's lap.

Once he had her on his lap, Slate slid Darkstar forward a bit to his spread knees so he could use a hand under her to wiggle the butt plug. The other hand wasn’t idle. He roughly groped one tied breast and then the other, while at the same time, he nibbled ears.

“MMmmm oo-oooOOH M-Ma-Maaaaaaster!” Darkstar squeaked rather adorably under all that stimulation, her nipples hardened and she was wet already, though when his tongue tickled her ears, she had to struggle not to laugh.

A roving hand drifted down from Darkstar’s breasts, only to confirm that he couldn’t get between her thighs, then the hand went back up to the breasts. His goal upstairs in the bedroom was to get her to cum once, so she would wet the ropes across her upper thighs.

It wasn’t long, with him groping her breasts, pumping the butt plug in and out of her and nibbling on her ears that Darkstar did indeed reach a climax. After she had finished squirting, Slate turned her around and spent some time loving the bump with raspberries to the bely button.

On his lap, Darkstar giggled uselessly in the ropes she was wearing, “St-StaaaAAAHP, it ti-tiiiiiickles! Pl-puuuuhuhuhuh-please, stooOOOOP!” Mercifully, Slate decided that having her pee in her ropes would not be all that good, and so he did stop, leaving Darkstar panting, “Th-Thank you…” she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Dinner’s on!” hollered Rockslide from downstairs in the kitchen.

Slate snickered, “I'm sure they have something that you can keep down, pet.”

“Besides fish fingers and custard?” giggled Darkstar at the look she got from Slate, “I'm sure they have, Master.”

Picking her up in his strong arms, Slate carried Darkstar down to the dining room, where he seated her at the table, much to Rockslide’s obvious delight, “Feeding her again today, I see. Sorry, we don't have any baby spoons. Yet.”

Just then, Sea Salt walked in from the kitchen carrying a tray with a plate of fish sticks, lemon sauce, tartar sauce, hush puppies and coleslaw. There was a pitcher of iced tea on the table which Rockslide had already set. “Don't need you decorating the floor, child.”

Darkstar blushed a deep, deep shade of red, “Sorry momma.”

Sitting beside her, Slate asked, “Do you want lemon sauce, tartar sauce or straight up on the fish?” Darkstar chose the only correct option, the tartar sauce, and watched as Slate filled his plate with sticks, and lemon on half. A dollop of sauce. Some hush puppies and slaw. “Want to try the slaw, pet?”

“Go for it, Master,” Darkstar grinned, “Let's be dangerous.”

Slate alternated between feeding Darkstar and then himself, though he kept the lemon sauce just for him. “I see you’ve used some rope modifications for Darkie?” asked Rockslide as she ate her fish.

“No pressure on the bump, period,” explained Slate as he fed Darkstar a mouthful of fish, “Around week fifteen there’ll be no more tit bondage either. I hope you'll survive.”

As Rockslide laughed, Darkstar said, “We'll just have to find another way to tease my big sis.” Then, she looked down and admired herself, “Mind you, I do like this style in the new book.”

“Book?” queried Sea Salt, “What book?”

“Master surprised me with a new rope book today!” Darkstar explained with no shame at all, “Binding the Bump!”

“Good,” Sea Salt was satisfied, “No worries for my grandchildren.”

“I won't tell you not to worry momma,” said Darkstar in between mouthfuls of her food, “Because I worry about them all the time.”

Sea Salt levelled an even stare at the young woman, “Don't you worry about what I worry about, child, as you have enough to worry about yourself.”

Darkstar knew there was no point in arguing with the bastion of stubbornness that was Sea Salt, instead she smiled and took a bite of the sauce covered fish when it was offered to her. “You should lead the church next time momma, give Coffee Bean a rest.”

Sea Salt waved that off with a gesture of her hand. “I’m having more fun telling her what I think. Taking charge of the Church of the Moon is work I don't need.”

“Good point, momma,” Darkstar giggled and, when Slate tested her with a bite of a hush puppy, the teenager ate the piece of fried bread along with some slaw without thinking. Cautiously, he didn’t give her more of that until at least ten minutes had passed.

He remembered his mother’s warning, and the very last thing he wanted to do was scrub the carpets. Again.

“I am going to miss this,” Darkstar commented as they all ate, “Well, during the week, anyway.”

“I'll be sure to keep in touch via texts,” Slate promised, his fork at her lips, “And I'll expect quick responses.”

“I hope so,” Darkstar winked, “That's one of the reasons I bought that set of plugs.”

“And I thought you bought them for a reason to wear undies?” quipped Rockslide, who looked most amused at her own little joke.

“One of the reasons,” Darkstar returned without missing a beat, “Another is to get used to wearing underwear.”

Curiously, Rockslide shot Slate a look that demanded an explanation. “I'm waiting to see how it goes on campus,” Slate supplied, “I love for her to show her stuff when I'm there. Until my love has settled into campus life, I'd rather play it safe.”

“And I don't want to scare my roommate away with being naked just like that. Also, playing it safe, like Slate said,” pointed out Darkstar, “It'd be different when he's there and he can watch over me.”

“A little soon to start a nudist club on campus,” continued Slate, just to make sure his sister got the point.

“I agree,” Darkstar grinned, “And with how short my skirts are and how loose most of my tops are, underwear seemed a smart idea.”

“For now, at any rate,” smirked Slate.

“I'll still have my eye candy for the weekends,” sighed Rockslide.

“Yes you will, sis,” Darkstar blew Rockslide a kiss, “And, if I'm wearing underwear, then it gives Master something to remove, either by text or in person.” Seeing as how she hadn’t reacted negatively to the slaw or the fried bread, Slate started feeding her those as well as the fish.

Once the food was gone with no incident, Sea Salt got up from the table, “Care to guess what dessert is, Darkstar?”

If dinner had been fish, there was only one thing dessert could be. “Custard! I would clap my hands, but I'm a bit tied up right now, momma.”

After dessert, which had been a delicious South Zebrican milk tart, one that Darkstar wished could have lasted forever, Slate stood from the table, “Time to take my little rope worm back upstairs.”

“I could hop, Master,” offered Darkstar, “If that'd make it easier.”

Smirking at his sister, Slate helped Darkstar up to her feet. This was going to be priceless! “You may hop to the bottom of the stairs. I just hope Rocky's eyes don't burn a hole through you.”

Darkstar’s “Thank you, Master,” was drowned out by Rockslide’s loud raspberry. On her feet, she gave the zebra a playful wink before she took a series of short bunny hops towards the stairs. Once she got there, Slate carried her up.

“Momma,” Rockslide sighed. The display had left her hopelessly horny and aroused. The problem was she was bored of using her fingers and dildos to get herself off. “That girl flirts better than me…” sympathetically, Sea Salt just nodded and patted her head.

Upstairs, Slate stood Darkstar near the foot of the bed and he worked on removing the leg bindings. “How are you doing, pet?”

“Green, Master. I'm doing good, for a naughty pet.” Once he had her long legs unbound, Slate flicked her left nipple. “HHNNNG...” she bent at the waist and gasped from the pain, fluid leaking between her legs, “Oh yes!”

Satisfied she was okay for the time being, Slate steered Darkstar over the foot of the bed, “Let me rest them against something soft,” he arranged her so her head was touching the duvet and her legs were just wider than shoulder width apart, “Seems that one hole is occupied, so I'll have to use the other and give the twins a shower.”

“MMmmmm pl-please Master,” Darkstar begged desperately, “Pretty please do it, Master, please?”

Behind her, Slate checked to see if Darkstar was ready, but he saw almost instantly that the wetness of the ropes made it quite clear she was ready to receive him. He deftly unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. Just as deftly, he inserted his iron hard length into Darkstar’s sopping wet pussy. “Your pleading has found my favour, pet.”

“Th-Thank you! Mmm! MMMmmm I will never get tired of you filling me!” Darkstar screamed out, showing her pleasure as, behind her, Slate tested the ropes that were still binding arms by pulling on them for leverage.

When Darkstar didn't complain about the ropes, Slate used them like reins to keep her tight to him as he shot his hips forward and thrust fully inside her, as roughly as he could. He loved how tight she was, even after all the times he had mounted her.

Underneath him, Darkstar was so aroused that her wetness was leaking out and dribbling down all over his crotch. Not that he cared about that now he was hilted deep inside her.

“Pet,” he said calmy, while she was mewling under him, “I’m going to fuck you now, so hard that the neighbours will have a score card."

Pressed into the bed, Darkstar made little grunting sounds as Slate’s hips drove against her, his was cock like a piston, pounding into her again and again. Everything between them was so hot and tight and wet, each thrust making lewd squelching noises that filled the bedroom. The zebra clamped his jaw and mounted her hard, refusing to cum just yet.

Slate gripped her tied wrists with one hand and he reached around her with his other, using his fingers to knuckle against her clitoris. That made her gasp out loud as he began to trigger her peak.

As he pounded deep in her, Slate felt a familiar pressure build in his balls. He kept up his relentless pace, fucking her hard and riding out her orgasm. Darkstar was letting out a breathy moan, and her voice shook, and Slate couldn't hold back any longer. He yanked against her arms, pulling her ass tight into him, getting as far as he could inside her to let loose with his semen.

Slate’s cock pulsed again and again as his brain was overloaded with the sensations of his climax, the knowledge that he was filling her up with his cum making him ejaculate all the more, like he was marking her as his.

The bedroom was dead quiet except for their heavy breathing. When nature had at last softened him to the point he could leave her, he pulled out and admired his handiwork. Darkstar’s stretched, gaping cream filled pussy was a work of art.

When he was sure his brain could function once more, Slate removed the ropes binding Darkstar’s arms behind her back, and then he untied the rope around her breasts. Once she was free of any ropes, he gave her a thorough rub down so he could feel where the ropes were and to restore blood circulation to her extremities.

After she had been rubbed down, Darkstar rolled over onto her back. “Th-That,” she was still breathing hard, “That was amazing!”

“It was,” Slate agreed as he stepped out of his jeans and, leaving them where they were, laid on the bed facing her, “And this will be repeated. I may make it more for show though, till the twins arrive.”

When Slate held her in his arms, suddenly, the high of what they had done left her like one had flipped a light switch, “Slate, I'm scared…”

“I'm not,” Slate gave her an assured smile, “Tell me of your fears so I can face them with you.”

“College!” Darkstar squeaked, and just like that, it was like a dam bursting open, all the bad outcomes came flooding forth, “I have to be there tomorrow, without you! I have to wake up Monday without you, or Rocky, or momma! I've never been away from you for that long, it's like, five days! What if I start feeling like I don't want to wake up? I'll be in charge of my own medication! Slate, I'm scared!”

Dangerously, Slate narrowed his eyes, the same look he gave an obstinate weed that wouldn’t go away, “Do you think you'll be in control of anything?” he said in a calm but firm tone that didn’t allow a reply, “Control is mine, my love. The only thing you should fear is losing your phone. If you do that, you are to come home. Do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred bits.”

On the verge of tears, Darkstar stopped and blinked her wide eyes a few times, her brain processing what she had heard, “Y-You mean it? Y-You'll do that?”

Softly, but still displaying his authority over her, Slate ran his hand over Darkstar’s face until he had wiped away the tears. “My pet, I love you. I will not lose you to your fears. You have really done well under my control, and it is control of love for you. I will challenge you, and I will embarrass you, but I will always love you. Now, when do you see Requiem again?”

“Tuesday and Friday, Master,” Darkstar actually smiled, though it was a thin, tremulous watery smile, “You've done well with control over me. I've loved every second of it.”

“I'm taking time off and will go with you on Tuesday. Trust me,” Slate smiled at her and kissed her lips, “And if you do feel lost, text me. I will guide your path.”

“You know I trust you, Slate. You're the best dom ever!” Darkstar giggled, “It's going to be fun at college, being dominated by text.”

“Just Sunday afternoon to Friday afternoon,” Slate confirmed, “I can dominate you by hand the rest of the time.”

Visibly cheered up, Darkstar peppered Slate’s striped face with a shower of kisses, “Thank you, Slate.”