Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

“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.

Darkstar hadn’t been watching the soap opera drama at all. She didn’t see the point in it, because all the storylines were recycled. One character was having an affair with another, one was doing drugs, another was stealing, while two others were in a bullying storyline. In a month or two they’d be swapped around and recycled with different characters.

Still, Sea Salt and Rockslide liked it, and she couldn’t fault them for that, after all she liked her fluffy little rom com movies and they were basically all the same as each other, so who was she to complain? Besides, it was the only drama on TV to be broadcast exclusively in Zebran, so it did help with her language studies. So there was that going for it.

When the programme had finished, Darkstar reached for her phone. Dialling the number, she crossed her fingers and offered a silent prayer to the Goddess of the Night, until the receptionist answered. “Harmony Valley Institution,” came the well-spoken voice, “How may I direct your call?”

“Hi,” she tried to ignore the nervous tremor in her voice, “Can I speak with Nurse Friendly please? It's Darkstar,” Looking up she was so very grateful to see the encouraging faces of her family smiling back at her, “I’m calling about Shining Star.”

“One moment please,” the receptionist placed Darkstar on hold and she was treated to several minutes of light jazz music before the call was answered again.

“This is Nurse Friendly,” said a pleasant middle aged voice, “How are you doing, Darkstar?”

“Oh…same old ups and downs, y'know, the usual,” Darkstar tried her best to sound casual, though she doubted she was pulling it off. Friendly knew her too well. “Some days I can't deal with the world, some days you can't stop me.” Thankfully, Slate was on hand by her side, where he always was, to give her a much needed hug and she smiled at last, “How's mom? I have some big news, and I'd like to come see her.”

Nurse Friendly was silent for what felt like an eternity. “I’m afraid she isn't doing well at the moment, but you know how that can change. Are you in the area? I can call you right away when she’s lucid.”

When Slate nodded his head, Darkstar replied, “Yes ma'am, Nurse Friendly, that'd be great, thank you. Um...when you say she isn't doing well...how, not well?” she was almost too afraid to ask.

“She’s in one of her violent phases,” Nurse Friendly explained gently, “She’s not doing any self-harm, but she won't even tolerate my presence.”

“Full on Blood Queen, huh?” asked Darkstar somewhat rhetorically. Her mother had several distinct personalities in her head, the Blood Queen being the most violent. Most times she believed she was Princess Platinum. “Okay, well, gimme a call when she's herself, I guess.”

“I'll give you a call when she will know you,” Friendly corrected her, “Can you tell me the news?”

Again, Darkstar waited for Slate to nod before she spoke. “I'm pregnant,” although she didn't sound as excited as she did when she told Sea Salt and Rockslide.

“Bless you!” Friendly squealed down the phone line, “I'll call you the moment I think Shining can understand the news. Don't worry, you'll be the one to tell her.”

“Thanks Nurse Friendly, I appreciate that,” Darkstar said before she pressed the cancel call button on her mobile and then she slumped back onto the couch.

“I love her too,” Slate gave his fiancé’s thigh an affectionate squeeze, “But not as much as I love you.”

“Even when I get to be like that?” Darkstar shot accusatorially at the terracotta zebra, though she immediately felt bad when he winced like she had slapped him.

Quick as a flash, Rockslide budged over on the couch and hugged Darkstar from the other side, “There's no saying you'll be like that, Darkie, you just get unwell, that's all, and we deal with it.”

“You will always be you, even when I'm not me,” with a smile on his striped face, Slate placed a soft and tender kiss on Darkstar’s quivering lips.

Considerately, Rockslide waited until the two lovers had pulled apart – thanking the Goddess that they needed to breathe – before she asked, “Hey, Darkie, you'll be able to take your meds while you're pregnant, right?” she saw her mother’s ‘motherly’ look, “What? We need to know, don’t we?”

Sea Salt really couldn’t argue that. They did need to know if they were to properly care for her. “Nothing, child. It’s a good question.”

“I don't know, Rocky,” Darkstar replied with a shrug of her shoulders, “I'm seeing Requiem tomorrow, I can ask her then.” A sigh left her lips, a deep sigh that came from her very soul, “Momma, Rocky, If you don't mind, I'm going to have a lie down.” She kissed Slate, “Could you bring me up todays pills?”

“I'll be right there,” Rockslide said, getting up from the couch just as Darkstar and Slate left the living room for the stairs.

Upstairs, Darkstar flopped onto the bed, staring despondently up at the ceiling and surrounded by the many positive tests. She didn’t notice Slate laying down beside her. “There are a lot of positive things in your life,” he grinned as he played with one of the test results.

“Five of them in fact,” Darkstar said morosely, staring up without really looking, “I'm sorry, Slate, you're so happy, momma's so happy, so is Rocky... what's wrong with me?”

Quietly, Slate slid closer to Darkstar and he placed his arm under her neck around her shoulders. “What is wrong with you is you think there is something wrong with you. I'm not going to lie to you. You are different from most people I know. I'm not going to let that difference steal you away from me, and that difference is not going to drive me away.” he hugged her close, “I know it isn't easy being different. People can see my difference. Your difference isn't something the eye can see.”

Slowly, Darkstar turned her head to face Slate, and she was confronted by a face full of love and concern, “Yesterday, you had to feed me because I was so down I couldn't do it myself,” she propped herself up on her elbow, only to flop down again, “I'm so lucky I have you, Slate.”

“Nothing will drive me away,” Slate turned onto his side and placed the palm of his hand on Darkstar's flat tummy, “Not this new life. Not you pushing. I don't know what the future will bring, but I'm going to be there for it.”

“You’d better be,” Rockslide gave her younger brother a wink. She walked into the bedroom carrying Darkstar’s medication and a glass of cold water, which she set on the night stand. “Here you go, Darkie.”

Reluctantly, Darkstar sat up to take her medication. “Thanks sis,” she swallowed the pills along with the water and then she passed Rockslide the empty glass back. She laid back as the older zebra left them alone. “Put your hand on my tummy again, that felt good.”

Going above and beyond, Slate spooned Darkstar from behind with a hand on her tummy. “I hope it feels good, my love.”

“It feels good,” Darkstar pressed back into the spoony snuggle and she held Slate's hand in place with her own. “This feels really good.” Slate had to agree it did feel good. He was content to remain where he was until his lover should move for any reason. “What do you think,” she asked eventually, “Boy or girl?”

“A second male in this house would be nice,” Slate replied without a second’s pause.

“Only cos you're outnumbered three to one right now,” Darkstar shot back equally quickly.

“More so when the bridge club is over for the night.”

Darkstar actually giggled at that, her mood gradually lifted by the medication she had taken, “I'll do my best to influence the sexing for you, sweetie.”

Seeing as how he was behind her already, Slate snuffled under Darkstar’s grey hair and kissed the back of her neck, “You're pretty sexy as you are.”

“Oh you...” twenty minutes later Darkstar was still snuggling when her belly rumbled loudly, “I think someone's hungry. He says he wants to go to a burger joint, Master.”

Now it was Slate’s turn to laugh, “Not a health food junkie at least. How about the Burger Joint?”

“Burger Joint works for us!” Darkstar was all giggles when she turned over in Slate's arms to face her hunky zebra, where she gently brushed her lips over his nose, “Thank you, for just laying with me.”

Slate first kissed Darkstar’s nose and then he kissed her lips, “I got to give a flat tummy a rub as a bonus!” Standing, Slate helped his fiancé out of the bed. “Just us, or the other two invited?”

Darkstar looked down and examined herself, both hands on her belly. “Not going to be flat for much longer. I don't mind momma and Rocky coming with.”

“Okies!” Slate stole a quick kiss and, at the same time, he groped Darkstar’s left breast, his hand easily enveloping the small but perfectly formed B cup mound, “Might get a bit rounder too, eh?”

When Slate snickered, Darkstar gave him a playfully pouty look. A look that didn’t last very long when his thumbs rubbed her hardening nipples, “Just for that, I'm gonna tease you in the burger place,” she reached down and groped his crotch, adding a kiss of her own, “You know that, right?”

Slate snickered, “With momma and my sis there, I thought that would be a given. Do remember though,” he added as she gently squeezed his manhood through his jeans, “I will have something to do when we return depending on how naughty you are.”

The look in Darkstar’s yellow eyes said she was going to remember that very well. “You can count on me being the goodest-naughtiest ever!”

“I love you too.” Slate’s smirk spoke volumes. He knew just how naughty his exhibitionist pet could be once they were out in public. Not that he minded her showing herself off. That just meant that people were checking out his girl, and she was worth checking out. “We're going to the Burger Joint!” he hollered down the stairs.

Rockslide was quicker than the speed of light, “I'm in!”

“I’m not cooking for one,” Sea Salt was already reaching for her hat and coat.

While Slate was talking with his mother and sister, Darkstar was getting changed. After just a few minutes, she left the closet she shared with Slate wearing a pair of very tight, very pink hot pink leggings and a loose pink top with matching shoes, along with her collar, of course. “Baby said he wanted a burger, momma.”

Not one to resist a dig at her offspring, Sea Salt snickered, “Already a demanding child, just like its father.”

To that, Slate rolled his eyes, “Love you too, momma.”

Skipping her way happily down the stairs, Darkstar laughed brightly, seemingly without a care in the world at that moment. “He’s handsy too!” Standing at the door to the living room she asked, “Do you mind if we walk? I think the fresh air would do me good.”

“That depends,” Slate grinned, “Will you hold my hand?”

“Will you hold mine too?” asked Rockslide, who for some mysterious reason, could not take her eyes off Darkstar. Maybe it was the so-tight-they-were-a-second-skin leggings that perfectly showed off her bubble butt. Maybe it was the loose top that teased her with the tiniest glimpse of her breasts. Who could say. It was a mystery indeed.

“Don’t worry, I'll hold both your hands!” Darkstar did wait long enough for them to put on their jackets before she placed herself in the middle of the siblings, holding their hands.

Sea Salt was on Slate’s left, “I'll take that other hand, boy.” The elderly zebra was well aware how ‘active’ her son’s hands could be if left to their own devices.

On the street, walking in the late July sunshine, the foursome filled the sidewalk walking together side by side. Predictably, there were a few stares at the zebras – even now it was rare to see them in the suburbs of Canterlot - but a good number of those staring were doing so at Darkstar’s top. Much to Slate’s delight. “If only this summer day was a little more windy…”

“What are you talking about?” questioned Rockslide, “I can see down her top with no wind at all.” And she was too, at every opportunity she got. Only one of her eyes was looking where they were going.

Darkstar snickered, shamelessly enjoying all the attention she was getting from the passers-by, though none was more enjoyable than knowing her honorary sister was checking her out. “I think he means he wants my top to blow upwards, Rocky.”

“He just wants to show the world what he has, and what no one else has,” explained Sea Salt, completely unnecessarily.

“I'm fine with down the blouse,” commented Rockslide, who was openly doing just that, ogling Darkstar’s perfect breasts, “You want me to wear a top like that little brother?”

Slate, who thanks to Darkstar, knew that he was being teased, hit back with, “Not going to stop you, sister of mine.”

“One good thing you’ve done Darkie,” Sea Salt laughed as she affectionately squeezed her son’s hand, “He's not so easily embarrassed as he used to be.”

“Not any more, anyway,” Darkstar snickered, for once enjoying the feel of the sun on her face and the slight breeze in her hair, “He's not as shy as when we met. Still, you should've seen his face when I suggested Rocky and I team up. It was worth not sitting for two days!”

Rockslide had a look on her face that screamed she wouldn’t have minded teaming up with the white skinned teenager, but she contented herself with just ogling down her top. “He has come a long ways to make it so you couldn't sit, Darkie.”

Slate may or may not have been harder to tease thanks to Darkstar’s influence, but he still coloured up, his terracotta cheeks turning an intense crimson as all the girls were talking about him like he wasn't there. When Darkstar kissed him, she felt the heat of the blush on her lips. “No complaints from me or my ass!”

“I'm paying,” put in Sea Salt, “So you don't have to pick the cheap menu, Darkie.”

“Aaaww thanks momma!” squeezing Slate's and Darkstar's hands, Darkstar began skipping along the sidewalk, an act that made her already loose top billow upwards, “Seriously Rocky, you need to get a cute girlfriend.”

“Ready to give up on my brother yet?”

“I would tease you,” Darkstar replied, “But I'm not that mean.” Instantly, Slate leant forward so he could stick his tongue out victoriously at his sister. “Pleased to win one, Master?” asked Darkstar with a sly smile. A smile that became a laugh when a staring couple walked straight into a lamp post.

It was especially funny when the staring man who hit the lamp post fell on his ass and he was still staring. “I'm sure they were more stunned by your beauty than that lamp post,” Slate chuckled.

“I’m not so sure this top was a good idea, Master…”

“Yes it was!” both Slate and Rockslide countered Darkstar’s thought.

Slate though went further, “I think I’d like to see you in a skirt instead of leggings for our next outing to go with it.”

“As long as it's a hot pink one I'm good with that,” Darkstar grinned and by her side, Rockslide, who was checking out the teenager’s generous side boobage, silently agreed.

Slate had the perfect tease, “I think my sister would want you to wear that summer dress with no undies so she can see all the way down.”

“Would you Rocky?” asked Darkstar, who turned an intense smouldering look to the older sibling, “Would you like that?”

Poor Rockslide wore a blush so deep that her whole face was a bright crimson red. It wasn’t the only part of her that was heated. “Hush Slate,” she said quietly, “We're here.”

“We are, and we have five to feed,” Slate then patted his fiancé’s shapely rear, “You go first, Darkie. Do that tip toe lean when you order. I want to see if they mess it up.”

“Yes sir!” with a wink at him, Darkstar marched fearlessly through the doors of the Burger Joint and up to the serving counter where she placed her order of a large cheeseburger and extra cheesy fries, along with a chocolate milkshake.

While Darkstar was busy making with the tip toe lean, Sea Salt quickly rescued the hapless teenage boy who was obviously flustered at the sight of a real pair of breasts, “I'm picking up the tab, boy.”

The teenager barely heard what Sea Salt had said. It was suddenly had to concentrate when most of the blood had left his head for other parts of his body.

“You next, Rocky,” Slate had to nudge his older sister in the ribs. Twice.

Completely distracted by the show that Darkstar was putting on, Rockslide had to tear her eyes away from her to address the teen behind the counter. “I’ll have the same, but with a banana shake.”

“O-Okay…” the poor guy blinked several times, “Okay,” he repeated before actually ringing up the order early.

“Thanks for getting the bad news, momma.”

“Yeah,” Rockslide put in, agreeing with Darkstar, “The next time's on me.”

Slate ordered a double cheeseburger, a regular fries and a vanilla shake and, after Sea Salt had made her order and paid, the older zebra crossed the diner and sat with the others. “You're right,” she winked at her son, “He only rang up three meals.”

“What can I say,” Darkstar beamed with pride, “This top has its benefits!”

Minutes later, a worker came over and noted the order and the number of people. “Um, ma'am,” she started, before Darkstar’s top drew her eye, “W-What flavour milkshake did you order?”

Having fun, Darkstar gave the woman her very best bedroom eyes, eyes that usually made Slate weak at the knees, “Chocolate, please ma’am.” She purred in her best porn voice.

Quickly, she bought out a tray with all the meals on and she set it up next to Darkstar for one last look down her top before going back and on her break. Rockslide was very impressed, as well as being weak at the knees. “You so need to teach me that look, Darkie.” Or do it to her again, either way, she was good.

“Looking to entice some young teen?” asked Slate with a raised eyebrow.

“Look is universal,” Rockslide shrugged, “Works on any sex, but I won't be cradle robbing any time soon.” At twenty five, her days of chasing teenagers were long gone. Then she caught a glimpse of Darkstar’s side boob and sighed. Almost over.

“Trade secret of being sexy,” Darkstar snickered before she slipped her left foot from its sandal and slid her foot up the inside of Slate's leg.

The only sign that Slate gave of what his pet was doing was a slight cough when he tried to take a fry, “A naughty good sexy, to be sure.”

“That I am,” Darkstar grinned and she slid a couple of her cheesy fries into her mouth at the same time she slid her foot further up Slate's leg past the knee to his thigh.

Far from stopping her, Slate opened his legs so that Darkstar had easier access to her target. Sea Salt caught on pretty quickly to what was going on. She ate a mouthful of her fries and nudged Rockslide in the ribs, “Don't look under the table daughter, unless you want a peek at your brother's boner.”

“M-Mom…” Slate hissed, but Sea Salt nonchalantly ate her food with a smirk on her lined face while Rockslide almost choked on a fry. Slate though was far more interested in what Darkstar was doing with her foot on his steel hard erection than in his food.

To his eternal credit, Slate ‘endured’ Darkstar and her foot caressing his hard manhood for almost thirty minutes, all the while they ate, in fact. Something did occur to him though as he ate the last of his food. “Do you have your classes lined up, pet?”

Darkstar, who had just finished her double burger, pressed her toes gently but firmly on her Master’s impressively hard cock. “I do. I'm taking Zebran, Griffon and Dragonese languages and culture classes.”

“You got the bus schedule figured out, or is my brother dropping you off each day?” asked Rockslide curiously.

“Well,” Darkstar replied as she was determined to masturbate her fiancé through his jeans, “I’m thinking taking the bus. my classes start at different times depending on the day of the week, and Slate really can't drop me off every day, it'd be way too early. Either that or I stay there in the week and come home at the weekend.”

“Where would you stay?” asked Rockslide again, “A hotel?”

Slate wanted to roll his eyes at his sister, but he was too preoccupied with grinding his crotch into his pet’s foot, “They do have campus dorms, Rocky.”

“What Master said,” Darkstar said as she stroked away at Slate's bulging crotch, happy in the knowledge she was getting him off, “Dorms.”

“No offense,” Rockslide started, “But is that wise? Staying somewhere else, I mean? Away from us? Will they let you have children in those?”

Slate honestly didn't know the answer to that and so he did what he always did when he didn’t know something. He looked at Darkstar for answers. Unfortunately, she was just as unsure. “I don’t know, probably not, I can’t imagine the roommate would be too pleased with a baby.”

“I honestly wasn’t thinking that far ahead,” commented Rockslide, her demeanour changing to one of concern, “What happens when you have a down spell? Momma and I know how to care for you, the college wouldn’t, would they?”

“Doctor Requiem's office is close to the campus,” said Slate, “And we still need to figure out what the pregnancy is going to do with your meds,” he reached over the table and squeezed Darkstar's hand, “The goal is to end those 'down' times, but we will always support you.”

“I guess we should see what she says tomorrow when we go see her,” answered Darkstar, her head to one side, “I do need to get some course books though.”

“That’s something we can do after lunch.”

“Do what, boy?” Sea Salt asked her son as she came back to the table from her trip to the bathroom.”

“Taking Darkie to check out the campus book store, momma.”

“I think I'm alright with Zebran,” Darkstar smiled and took up the last of her chocolate milkshake with relish, “Though I'll need to study Griffon and Dragonese.”

Sea Salt gave Darkstar a wink, “I'm good with Zebran.”

“Yeah,” Rockslide laughed, “It’s Equish gives you issues.”

“You've got a knack for languages, Darkie,” Slate added with a smile.

“She’s got a knack for wearing revealing tops too,” Rockslide grinned, admiring the view from across the table.

Darkstar winked at her sister, “Wait till you see me in a skirt, sis.”

Slate smirked, “I'm sure I'll get to see a lot of you in a skirt.”

“No complaints here,” Rockslide returned Darkstar’s wink, though she was secretly adding the image of Darkstar in a very short skirt to her list of fantasies that involved her sister.

“I'd like for you to see a lot of me in a skirt,” giggled Darkstar as she slurped up the very last of her shake and she stood, at last removing her foot from Slate's bulge, “Excuse me, bathroom calls.”

After having relieved herself, Darkstar found herself distracted by the image of herself in the mirror above the washbasin. She didn’t even realise it, but she was stood there a good twenty minutes, just staring at her reflection.

Darkstar was gone so long that Slate, Rockslide and Sea Salt were looking at each other silently debating what to do, when two teenage girls walked past their table. “Did you see that girl in there?” one said to the other.

“Yeah,” her friend replied, “She was weird all right, just stood in front of the mirror with her top up like that?” the girl walked a few more steps before adding, just loud enough for the zebras to hear, “Some people are just odd.”

Slate shared a knowing look with his sister, “You got that, sis?”

“On it, brother,” Rockslide was up on her feet in an instant, her sneakers pattering on the tiled floor of the diner as she headed to the bathroom. Inside, she found Darkstar stood where she had been stood for the past thirty minutes, staring at herself in the mirror with her loose top pulled all the way up, hand on her belly.

Quietly, so as not to alarm her sister, Rockslide moved behind Darkstar and she lightly rested her hands on the troubled teenager’s shoulders. “What do you see?”

If Darkstar was surprised to see the blue zebra behind her, she gave no sign of it. “I see a big round belly,” she mimed it with the hand that wasn’t holding up her loose top, “I'm wearing a rope harness, and there are two boys running around playing.”

“I could see that,” Rockslide said gently, staring at the reflection of Darkstar in the mirror. “I'm sure my brother can make it happen, well the rope, anyway. Not sure about the boys, that is also dependent on you.”

Darkstar giggled, “Master did say he would like the numbers in the house balanced.” At last she let her top fall, “I was washing my hands, and I was looking at my scars,” she indicated the self-inflicted scars that criss crossed her forearms. “Then, from nowhere, I thought about the baby and I forgot about my arms.”

Rockslide’s heart broke, just like it did every time she looked at Darkstar’s wrists. “Those arms will hold that baby. You okay with that?”

Darkstar was quiet for an age, and then she nodded, staring at her reflection nodding back at her. “I have Slate and you and momma to hold me.”

“You do,” Rockslide slowly rubbed the teenager’s shoulders, “The world can be a scary place, but you have a safe haven. Even during the week we are just a phone call away.”

“Thanks sis,” Darkstar smiled and then, suddenly, her eyes went wide with realisation. “Have I been in here long?”

“Not so long that Slate had to come after you,” Rockslide said with a grin, “But long enough for him to send me.” There was a smile in her tone when she spoke, “Long enough for a couple of girls to admire the view.”

“I’m sorry,” Darkstar blushed and tried to cover by hastily washing her hands again, “I didn't mean to worry you.”

“You didn't reach that point yet,” Rockslide hugged her from behind, “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” her mind at ease, Darkstar dried her hands thoroughly on the towel before she turned and embraced Rockslide in a tight hug that was so tight their breasts squished together, “Thank you.”

A more selfish Rockslide could have remained in that hug for an eternity. She settled for a cheeky, “Rawr!” and she walked out holding Darkstar’s hand. After exiting the bathroom but before they reached the table, she said, “Did you think your footwork went unnoticed?”

As a matter of fact, she hoped it had. “Um...” Darkstar grinned sheepishly, “I'm guessing it didn't?”

“I'm sure he will do something about it,” commented Rockslide, “He does know and share your kink.”

As they made their way through the other tables back to where Slate and Sea Salt were waiting, Darkstar squeezed Rockslide’s hand, “I caught you looking too…”

“Just shows I'm still breathing.”

Darkstar giggled, “You're easy to look at too.”

Though Rockslide just smiled, inwardly she was performing somersaults. Plus, she had added the image of Darkstar with her top up to her wank bank to enjoy later in her bedroom. Back at the table, she explained, “She was trapped by the beauty in the mirror. I had to stand next to her to break the spell.”

“Is that right?” Slate asked through slightly narrowed eyes. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, but Darkstar had disappeared into bathrooms before, when sharp things hadn’t been locked away.

“Yes,” Rockslide affirmed with certainty, “And you would have failed as you're not prettier than her.”

“I'm sorry I was so long, everyone.”

As she sat back at the table, Slate took Darkstar's hand in his own and gave it an affectionate squeeze, “I could stare at you all day too, love.”

“You’d know, you have done before,” Darkstar leant over the table and kissed Slate’s hand, granting him a long generous view down the front of her top.

Good naturedly, Sea Salt shook her head, “She's got my boy wrapped around her little finger.”

Not even bothering to hide the snort of laughter that left her lips, Rockslide said, “Trust me, momma, he isn't looking at her fingers.” To be honest, neither was she.

Darkstar giggled again, not minding in the slightest that Slate and his sister were both checking her out. “Are you ready to go, Master?”

Quickly, Slate polished off the last of his fries that had until that point escaped his devastation. “I am now.”

“So are we,” Sea Salt shared a look and a nod of the head with her daughter, who like her was also ready to head on home. “We’ll see you later today, when you get back.”

Standing up from the table, Darkstar hugged Sea Salt tight. “Thanks for the lunch, momma,” then, she gave Rockslide a last hug, and after waiting for Slate to do the same, they left the diner hand in hand, headed for the nearest taxi.

Luckily, there was a waiting cab not far from the diner, one of many that served the nearby Canterlot Mall. Fortunately, the griffon driver wasn’t very talkative. In the back, after giving the driver the college as their destination, Slate turned to Darkstar, “How’s your foot doing?”

Darkstar caught the look in Slate’s eye. That dominant look she loved so much, that she craved. It made her go all weak at the knees and made her crotch hot and moist. “It's doing well, after I exercised it in the diner, Master.”

“Good,” by the moon above, Slate adored the way she answered him so innocently, like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. It made punishing her so much fun! “I was worried that rubbing it against a rock would injure you.”

“I felt you were enjoying the attention, Master,” Darkstar turned her deadly bedroom eyes to her fiancé and she rested her hand high up on his thigh.

“I didn't stop you,” like he ever would, as long as he had breath in his body, “Have you put in the paperwork to get a dorm space?”

“No Master, I really should, shouldn’t I?”

“I want to see the place anyways,” Slate said thoughtfully, a plan for his pet’s punishment forming in his head as the cab wove its way through the traffic towards the college, “So we can do some admin stuff too as well as buy your textbooks.” The terracotta zebra smirked devilishly, for he had a third bird to kill while they were there too.

“Thank you,” Darkstar squeezed her hand on his thigh.

“I’m sure you will,” as the taxi pulled onto the college campus and into the parking lot, the devilish smirk was back in full force on Slate’s face. Ooh, the possibilities! “Do you have a map of this place?”

“Yes Master,” after Slate had paid the cab driver, Darkstar took her phone from her purse and, swiping her way through the touch menus, she pulled up a map of the campus.

“Nice,” Slate looked over her shoulder and studied the map, “Admin or book store first?”

“Um...admin,” Darkstar made her choice after a moment’s thought, “Then we aren't carrying books around.”

“Okay,” Slate agreed, “They might have your schedule too, and you can see if you need to make any changes.”

As she hoisted her purse onto her shoulder, Darkstar got her first proper look at the large campus and the many buildings that made up Canterlot College, known as Harmony University. “Wow...” was all she could think of to say to that, “It's bigger than CHS…” compared to the High School, this was like a small city.

“I'd certainly hope so. Oh,” Slate acted like an idea had just that moment occurred to him, when in reality he had been cooking this up since the diner. “Let me adjust your top…” as students and adults walked past them, each with their own agendas and destinations in mind, Slate played with the loose tank top until he had made it so she had some excessive side boob going on and her left nipple was clearly visible. Perfect! “You may only fix this if someone points it out to you.”

“I understand, Master,” Darkstar looked down and she smiled at her lover’s handiwork. Though nobody was looking at her right then, just being so exposed made her nipples harden up immediately, and she knew they were in for a fun time.

Walking further on to the campus proper, Slate stayed slightly behind and on Darkstar's right side so he could not see her exposed breast but he was within quick reach should anything go wrong. Just in case. Darkstar studied her map as she walked, “The admin offices are this way,” she pointed and led the way to the largest of the buildings, marked as reception on the map.

There wasn’t a lot of people around, due to the term having not started yet, but even so, there were a few. Slate was more watching them – parents with sons and / or daughters overseeing the moving in, or buying materials, or busy with other things - than he was watching Darkstar. While they were playing, her safety was the utmost thing in his mind. That was his role.

Despite there being a faint blush on her face, Darkstar was nonetheless very excited, and the exhibitionist was very aroused and wet between the legs at how exposed she was. Brazenly, like nothing was out of the ordinary, she walked up to the closest desk. “Excuse me, sir?”

The man at the desk, who looked to be well into his middle age, looked up at Darkstar, then at Darkstar's chest, where his gaze lingered for a long time, then finally back at Darkstar. Some days he loved his job. This was one of those days. “Welcome to Harmony U. May I help you two?”

Smiling sweetly, Darkstar asked, “Could I please get the paperwork for a dorm place?”

The man’s gaze drifted slowly from the girl’s face back down to her exposed small breast, where it lingered and remained. “Student housing is in Room 210, and they are open till five p.m. today.”

“Thank you, sir,” Darkstar gave the man an exaggerated bow and treated him to a generous eyeful straight down her top, and then she used her phone to find the right room, which was in the same building, just a few floors up.

“Your schedule?” asked Slate, observing with satisfaction the man’s reaction to his pet’s actions.

“Aah...” two more button presses on her phone’s screen and Darkstar called up her schedule of classes. “I have Languages on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, then Foreign Culture on Thursday and Friday, Master.”

The poor man sat at the desk found his eyes riveted to Darkstar’s chest. Did she even have a head? She must have, he assumed, because he heard a voice. “Is that schedule the latest one?” he asked the left breast, “It gets updated this weekend. Some classes can change their times due to attendance. You may have to refresh to get the latest one. Schedules should be fixed the Monday the week before term starts.”

“Yes sir,” Darkstar quickly swiped a finger across her screen, “I refreshed it just now, this one I have is the most recent version.”

“Then, I wish you well here at Harmony U, miss.”

“Thank you, sir, you've been most helpful,” Darkstar flashed him her winning five star smile, as well as her five star breast, and she walked away with Slate close behind her, “Room 210 is this way, Master.”

Slate paused at the desk and said to man there, who had been eyeing up his pet like she was a prized shoulder of pork, “You held up well, sir. Congratulations.”

Upstairs, at room 210, Darkstar knocked on the open door, “Excuse me, ma'am?”

The lady who was busy working inside looked up from her computer and her eyes went wide open, as did her mouth, at the sight of the young woman stood before her. “Yes, can I help you?”

“I'm Darkstar, ma'am,” she introduced herself, “I'm here to get the paperwork for a dorm room.”

“I'm Lights Rest,” the lady waved her hand to the empty chairs in front of her desk, “Please have a seat. Are you single?”

“No ma'am,” Darkstar sat on one seat while Slate took up the other one beside her. “This is Slate, my fiancé and my Master. He's not attending though.”

Lights Rest looked from Darkstar to Slate and back again, a few times, noting the collar the girl wore and her state of undress. At least that explained that. “It seems your fiancé hasn't bothered to tell you that your left breast is exposed. Maybe it was your Master’s idea, maybe it was yours, but you should cover yourself up. Now, is there any personal issues that may limit your roommate?”

Darkstar didn't look down, she didn’t need to, not to adjust her top. She did however look down to avoid the lady’s gaze. “Well,” she said as she covered herself up, “I'm pregnant, and I suffer with clinical depression and um... self-harm...”

“Are you seeking treatment, or are you being treated?”

“I'm being treated, ma'am. I'm on a course of medication, and I see a psychiatrist regularly.”

Nodding her head, Lights Rest reached into a desk drawer and she passed Darkstar a form that had a lot of personal questions on it for her to fill out. “I will be the only one that sees this,” she said reassuringly, “I will be the one that enters it into the database. Mostly this is to help defer getting a roommate that may be diametrically opposed to your personal values.”

“I see, thank you, ma'am,” Darkstar took the form and started to fill it out. She took her time filling out the long form, trying to be as thorough as she could. “Here you go, ma'am,” she said when she was done filling out everything but her shoe size.

Lights Rest scanned over some of the key items on the form, ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation, and nodded. “You are eligible for a room, and I don't see any problems getting you in. You'll receive a letter and an email the Monday prior to the start of school with the address.”

“Thank you, ma'am,” Darkstar shook Lights Rest’s hand then she stood and, when she and Slate were out in the hall, she pumped the air, “On to the book store!”

On Darkstar’s left side, Slate casually placed a hand around her waist and he nonchalantly adjusted her loose top, leaving her breast exposed again. “She was a nice lady.”

“She was, I liked her, Master,” added Darkstar, who made no attempt whatsoever to cover herself up, even though her breast was once more exposed to anyone who might look her way. Just the way she liked it. “I wish I'd worn a skirt now.”

As they walked the halls, pretending not to notice those who stared at them, Slate's hand mysteriously drifted downwards to Darkstar's groin. “To try and hide this damp spot?” he asked with a sly smile, “At least the pink leggings have it blending in instead of standing out.”

“Hmmmmm,” Darkstar murmured, “Th-that...and I know you'd make me lift it, Master.”

“Maybe,” Slate said ‘maybe’ in a way that meant ‘definitely’, “But I do know you'd be bending over and picking up a lot of things for me.”

“Yes Master, I would,” Darkstar walked without a care in the world with Slate’s hand on her hot wet crotch like it was a leash clipped to her collar. The other students they passed who gawked at them just made her hotter and wetter. “Your hand feels nice, Master.”

Slate used his improvised ‘leash’ to lead Darkstar out of the admin building and down a small path where a little bridge bought them to a wide eight sided gazebo with a bench on each of the inside pieces. “Master?” seeing their destination, Darkstar was confused, “I thought we were going to the college book store?”

Slate shook his head as they entered the wooden structure, most of it hidden by the shrubbery that was growing all around and over it. “Someone still needs to pay for standing me up at lunch, but didn't put me away. Or have you forgotten already?”

“I'm sorry, Master!” Darkstar squeaked, Rockslide’s prophetic last words in the diner coming back to haunt her.

“Not yet,” Slate smirked as he moved his pet over to the right side of the gazebo so they were up against the railing between two large bushes that offered a modicum of cover, “Ready for me to make sure that the baby doesn't escape?”

Darkstar bit her lip and her cheeks flushed red with arousal, “Yes Master…” she had her delicate hands pressed on his broad chest, “Yes please...”

With her consent given, Slate spun Darkstar around so she faced away from him. “Hands on the rail, pet.” No sooner had she obeyed him than he pulled down the hot pink leggings just far enough past her ass cheeks so he could gain access to her depths. Then, deftly with one hand, he unfastened his belt and zipper. To test her readiness, he placed his hand between her white thighs. “You are wet enough to be sure.”

“MMmmmm b-by the moon and stars...” Darkstar moaned and she parted her legs to grant Slate better access, as much as the stretch in the leggings would allow. As one end drenched his fingers with her juices, the other she made sure to grip the rail like her life depended on it.

Behind her, Slate entered Darkstar smoothly and in one single thrust, he was inside her to the hilt. “Try not to cry out and draw unneeded attention, pet.” The zebra then moved his wet fingers up to Darkstar's mouth. “Taste your love, my love.”

Immediately, Darkstar licked and sucked Slate's fingers clean. At the same time, she let out a low moan of pleasure at being filled by his generous length.

Once she had licked his fingers clean, Slate moved both of his hands up under Darkstar's loose tank top, where he cupped her small but perfectly formed perky breasts, using them as leverage to pull her further onto his cock. “No one is close, pet,” he said in her ear, “But you can see the people out there, can't you?”

“Y-Ye-Yes Master,” it was amazing how hard it was to speak when there was an iron hard cock buried deep in her sopping wet snatch, “I can see them,” none of the many students were really close, and none were looking at them, but she knew, deep down, that if any were to look, they'd see what they were doing.

Not that Darkstar cared. She would happily strip completely and walk naked if Slate ordered her to.

At her rear, Slate was not wasting time. He was concentrating hard on pounding her equally hard to get himself off as quickly as he could. Darkstar whimpered and moaned as quietly as she could.

Slate was so firm and vigorous that it was all Darkstar could do to keep hold of the wooden rail like she had been ordered. It was rare that her Master fucked her like he was then. She liked it.

In and out, in and out, Slate hammered his cock deep into her pussy with every thrust, each and every one tapping at her cervix. It was utter heaven. She could feel her orgasm coming close when Slate gave an almighty thrust of his hips and he came inside her, ejaculating good and deep, filling her up with copious amounts of his hot white seed.

Right at the point of his climax, Slate stopped dead before Darkstar had a chance to even get close to cumming. With him buried deep in her, she was left whining in frustration.

Slate didn’t move. He was happy to rest where he was inside Darkstar until nature took its course. He continued to play with his pet’s breasts under her top right there in the gazebo until he was soft enough to shrink out of her. “Is my leaving you wanting to harsh a punishment, my lovely pet?”

“N-No Master,” Darkstar replied with some difficulty, “Hmmm…I-I was a naughty pet, Master, and I should be punished.”

Reluctantly, Slate removed his hands from under the loose top and he turned Darkstar's head to kiss her as hard and passionately as he had just fucked her. “My beautiful pet.” Finally out of her, he lifted up the leggings before refastening his pants. “To the book store!”

Smiling, Darkstar could feel the fresh creampie in her and she kissed him like he had kissed her. She would never get tired of that full feeling. “To the book store!”