Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

“I'll take the script and order it online for you,” said Rockslide when they were back at home and safely inside, “We can go pick it up later today.”

“Okay Rocky,” Darkstar stretched and went the other way into the living room. Prescriptions were boring. She had a pornographic DVD to choose. Far more interesting. “Do you want me to get a disc in the machine ready while you do that?”

“Sure,” Rockslide called from the kitchen where she had left her laptop from breakfast where she has been checking out her dating profile. Still nothing. Always nothing. “You can pick one with cock sucking as long as it has carpet munching too.”

“You got it, sis!” Darkstar perused the many, many options they had on offer and after a moment’s looking she found a newer one that fit the bill. It had a lot of oral for both sexes, plus ropes as well, that was a bonus. “Perfect!”

Once she had ordered the new prescription for Darkstar, Rockslide shed her denim shorts and her tee shirt and she walked out naked from the kitchen with a vibrator in her hand. One she had around the house for vibrator emergencies. “What movie did you pick?”

“Dongs and Dolls 2!” Darkstar giggled as she took hold of her pink sundress and lifted it up over her head, undressing herself in one quick motion. There was a reason she never wore underwear. Hardly ever wore underwear. “I hope the content is better than the title.”

“Doubtful,” Rockslide commented as she sat in her spot on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table, knees apart and a smile on her face. “It’d be cute if my bro got off early.”

Smirking, Darkstar sat on her spot on the couch beside Rockslide and spread her legs wide. “Nice choice of weapon, by the way,” she said, meaning the large very anatomically correct sex toy, “I have my five friends!” she wiggled her fingers, “Slate doesn't like me to have a dildo.”

Rockslide let out a snort, “Doesn't want to be compared, you mean.”

“He just doesn't want me using anything bigger than him,” Darkstar explained with a giggle, “He has nothing to worry about.” She then adjusted her position on the couch as the film started, her hand at the ready.

“From what I've seen,” grinned Rockslide, “I don't think so either.”

“MMmmmm,” Darkstar rubbed her delicate fingers gently and slowly over her crotch while with her other hand she groped at her modest B cup breasts. Looking over at the blue zebra, she pouted, “I wish mine were as big as yours.”

“Oh, and do you wish you had the back pain that comes with them?” queried Rockslide as she slid her dildo in slowly and played with one of her larger D cup breasts.

“Good point,” Darkstar squeezed her nipples until they hardened up, “Your girls are amazing though.”

“My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard. I'd teach you, but I'd have to charge.”

After spluttering out a laugh, the white skinned teen concentrated on the tied up submissive on screen. The male in the role of dominant had tied a complex but beautiful looking tortoiseshell pattern on her body and completed the look by tying her wrists to the back of the collar she wore. Then, she was pushed down to her knees. “Mmmm…” Darkstar knew where this was going.

“I see you picked this one for the rope tricks,” Rockslide snickered. While the bondage wasn’t her cup of coffee, she could appreciate the expertise on show.

“It's hot!” Darkstar squeaked in her defence, “And so's that…” she watched as the dominant on the screen held the submissive's long hair, holding her head in place, and started to feed his length into her throat. “I can do that,” she boasted proudly before she slipped two fingers of her left hand in and out of her wet pussy.

“I wouldn't know,” commented Rockslide, casually flipping the dildo on. The buzzing from the toy was quickly muffled when she thrust it into her sopping tunnel.

On the screen, the submissive woman was taking the rough oral treatment like a champ. The male had his thumbs at her eyelids keeping her eyes open making her look up at him as he proceeded to fuck her mouth and throat. Darkstar was soon into it, thrusting three of her fingers in and out while her thumb worked on her clit and a hand groped her breasts.

In contrast, Rockslide was taking it slow, happy to wait for the other female to show up. By her side, Darkstar finished a second or two after the male on the screen did the same. She screamed out her climax while the man emptied his ball in the submissive's mouth. The tied up woman was allowed a brief moment to recover before he was replaced by a female dominant in a black corset and knee length boots who laid the sub down on her back. Once she was in position, she straddled her head and sat down on her face, legs spread so that the camera got a good view.

“Now the action really starts!” Rockslide now had one hand moving the buzzing dildo and the fingers of her other hand playing with her hard swollen clit.

“Hmm?” Darkstar murmured. She noticed the change on screen now that she had come down from her high however she didn't stop. In fact, she carried on rubbing herself. “That is hot...”

“I'm good as top or bottom,” Rockslide said, the zebra imagining she was the dominant of the two on the screen.Darkstar too was laser focused on the screen, watching the dominant female rub herself off on the bound woman's face, getting a flash of tongue here and there.

“Bottom,” she panted, “I’m definitely bottom…” Darkstar began breathing heavily as she and Rockslide both quickly reached their climaxes. “Fuck...fuck c-cumming!” she arched her back and plunged her fingers deep inside herself.

By her side, Rockslide pulled away the dildo and she dropped it. Her right hand spread her gushing pussy wide open and the other rubbed herself furiously. Darkstar did the same, her fingers strumming her hard clit and she screamed as she came. “Oh yeah!” hollered the zebra, “Suck her dry!” she then squirted over her feet, over the coffee table and onto the floor on the far side, stopping just short of the TV.

Utterly spent and panting extremely hard, Darkstar rested her head on the older woman's shoulder. “Told you I could squirt farther,” Rockslide giggled.

“Momma should've called you Tsunami, not Rockslide,” commented Darkstar, her head still on Rockslide's shoulder, “That was intense.”

“You make cuter noises than momma does.”

“You're cute,” Darkstar lifted her head up so she could place a little kiss on the zebra’s stripey cheek, but at that moment, she turned her head to look at the teenager.

Their lips connected and their eyes went wide as dinner plates.

The kiss lingered for a long time, far longer than just a few seconds until Rockslide pulled back and said softly, “I know we tease each other to no end, but I think that is going a bit too far, Darkie.”

Darkstar had not moved. She hadn’t even blinked. Her yellow eyes were still wide open like they had inflated. “Wh-What...” realisation of what she had done started to hit her. “I-I didn't mean...I’m sorry! I shouldn't have...I'm sorry!”

Lightly, Rockslide touched Darkstar's cheek with a hand that was not at all that clean. “Hey,” she smiled warmly, “No harm, no foul. Doing you is a fantasy, Slate is your reality, and I'm good with that.”

“Rocky, I'm so sorry!” Darkstar would not be so easily put at ease, “I was just...the moment, we'd cum...th-the video, what they were doing...” she was fretting so much that her mouth was moving but no sounds come out.

“Smile. And breathe,” Rockslide said kindly but in a firm dominant tone, she knew it was an accident, more was the pity. She also knew if she didn’t stomp on the teenager’s freak out quickly it would consume her. “Were you going for a chaste kiss, or a tongue drilling kiss?”

For a few more times, Darkstar’s mouth moved before she could make herself actually speak, “Th-The first, d-definitely the first!”

“I love you,” Rockslide stroked Darkstar’s cheek with her soiled hand, “In a very platonic way. I'd still do you,” she said, and it took all her self-control to not do anything else, “In my dreams. And be sure to let me be the first to know if you switch sides.” she leant over and kissed Darkstar's forehead, “You are a cutie.”

Finally, when Darkstar had her breathing down from ‘post marathon’ to something resembling normal, she asked, “You aren't mad?”

Of course Rockslide wasn’t mad. If anything she wanted Darkstar to kiss her again, and again, and then to get between her legs and kiss her there too, but she knew it would never happen. “You like my tits. Do you think I'm hot?”

“I mean, you aren't unattractive…” Darkstar fidgeted her fingers together awkwardly, “It's just...the flirting, the teasing, it was so hot when you watched me and Slate last night…” her shoulders slumped, “I’m sorry.”

“I know you're hot,” Rockslide moved her hand at last, leaving a sticky print behind, “Stay true to you. It is okay if you wind me up, as I don't expect you to unwind me. While I don't plan on stopping the teasing, I can slow it down a bit if you want?”

“No, it's okay,” Darkstar shook her head, “I like the teasing, it's what we do and if we didn't do it, momma and Slate would think something's wrong with us and I don't want anything to be wrong with us.”

“You're family, so nothing can be wrong with us,” Rockslide purposefully kept the kind reassuring tone in her voice, “We keep the flirting verbal and not to physical, and we'll be just fine.”

“Deal,” Darkstar held out her hand and Rockslide made sure to shake it with her dirty hand. “Eeew! Okay,” she giggled, “I am definitely not confused!”

“Hmmm,” Rockslide pouted playfully, “I need to work harder then. Let’s have a shower and we'll get your new meds.”

Like a schoolgirl, Darkstar giggled at her sister’s affected pout and she got up from the couch, “Shower. Good idea. You still want to do it together, or too soon?”

“I don't trust my hands,” though she smiled, Rockslide’s tone was firm, “You have your own shower, and I’ve got mine. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Good call, sis,” Darkstar flashed the zebra a smile and she made her way to the shower adjacent to the bedroom she shared with Slate. The hot water cleansed her body, but it did nothing to cleanse her mind.

She huddled under the cascade of water and she cried, feeling like an utter wretched idiot. She cried and cried, but she didn’t feel any better. In fact, she felt worse.

Rockslide was faring no better, if she was honest. In her own shower she was trying immensely hard to forget what had just happened, but it was a fruitless endeavour, even after turning her shower’s temperature to ice cold. Why? Why did she have to kiss her? Why?

Roughly twenty minutes later, Darkstar emerged nude from the shower all clean and dry just as Rockslide had finished cleaning her mess from the coffee table. Upon seeing her walk into the living room, Rockslide gave Darkstar a much needed hug. “Are you doing okay?” she asked, keeping hold of the teen's shoulders but moving a little back from the hug.

“I'm fine,” Darkstar muttered, at the same time loosely hugging the older woman.

Rockslide had cared for Darkstar enough to know she was not fine. “I worry, Darkie. I'm not sure if you were hoping I'd do something more after that kiss, or hoping I was going to yell at you about it.”

‘She’s right about one of those,’ Darkstar thought miserably. “I deserved to be yelled at. I'm really not confused or experimenting or anything like that. I'm with Slate, and he's my universe.”

Smiling, the zebra placed a kiss directly on Darkstar’s lips. “Want to yell at me?”

“What? No, of course not!” she did though, take a couple of steps backwards, in case she was inclined to kiss her again.

“So you know,” Rockslide laughed, “That’s why I didn't yell at you, either. I was surprised. It was a pleasant surprise. I will allow you to hold my hand,” she then pointed dramatically, “To the pharmacy!”

Darkstar, who was about to walk out of the front door, caught sight of Rockslide in her denim shorts and white tee shirt and sneakers and she had a thought. “I should maybe put the dress back on first. I mean, I'm cool with just walking out there like this, I just don't want car crashes on my conscience.”

“I wasn't going to say anything,” smirked the blue zebra, and she really wasn’t, either, “I have bail money.”

“Don't tempt me, you know I would!” Darkstar picked up her pink sun dress and she slipped it over her head and shoulders before sliding her feet into her sandals. Last on was her wide brimmed hat.

“I watched you walk in last night, so, yeah, I know you would.” As she led the way to her little city car, part of Rockslide wanted to see Darkstar walk out with nothing on.

Darkstar held Rockslide’s hand on the way to her car, just in case she got lost. “What can I say, I just hate clothes, always have.”

“You have the wrong attitude,” Rockslide commented as she opened the passenger door, “Clothing is sexy. I wouldn't look twice, but I would once, if you were naked. But that dress has me looking to hope to glimpse those pretty little titties of yours.”

Giggles escaped Darkstar’s lips, “Okay, clothing has its uses, I'll grant you that, I just feel more comfortable in my skin is all.”

“That is a very good thing,” Rockslide was rather envious of the seemingly fearless teen as she put her car in gear and pulled out of the drive, “You helped me be more comfortable around my brother, then again, you helped him be more comfortable when I do that.”

“Slate's the best!” Darkstar smiled and watched the city suburbs go past the car window, “And clothes will hide the ropes the next time he dresses me in them and we go out.”

“Kinky.”

“It’ll give you something else to look for besides my pretty little titties,” pointed out Darkstar.

“Now it’s in my head, I'll always be looking for it when you and Slate go out.”

“Good! I'll make sure you have something fun to look at.”

Rockslide was sure and certain that Darkstar would be true to her word. With that in mind, she pulled into the pharmacy drive through and placed the old medication and the script into the hopper.

“Hello,” came a voice over the speaker, “I'm Popper. I’ll need to see your IDs too, please.” Rockslide rolled her eyes and while she retrieved her ID, she held out a hand to Darkstar, who placed hers in the zebra’s hand. “Thank you,” Popper’s voice spoke again after the IDs had been shown to the camera, “The meds?”

“Destroy them, please.” Requested Rockslide.

“Okay, can do. Congratulations Ms. Darkstar.”

“Thank you, ma'am!”

Rockslide made a second eye roll, “What gave it away?”

“The change in meds,” replied Popper, “I'll be a couple of minutes to fill this, if you’ll both excuse me.”

“Nice when a pharmacist takes the time to know her clients,” commented Rockslide as Popper moved out of view.

“Yeah,” Darkstar took a deep breath, “No going back now, huh?” she wasn’t overly enthusiastic about the prospect of lowering her medication. She knew what it meant.

Rockslide knew what it meant too, both for Darkstar and for the rest of them, for her to be on the lower meds. It wouldn’t be easy on any of them. She took the teenager’s hand in hers, “Is there a place you want to go back to?”

“No,” Darkstar shook her head emphatically, “God no, but, I know going forward isn't going to be easy either.”

“You got that right sister. Just remember, you don't have to go it alone.”

“I know I'm not alone; I have my fam with me.”

“You do, even the ones that are not so close by,” Rockslide stopped short of mentioning Shining Star or Brightstar. Darkstar was in a relatively good mood and she most certainly didn’t want to be the one to bring her down. She could do that on her own.

Popper came back to the viewer with a white paper bag, “Here you go,” she beamed cheerily, placing the bag in the hopper, “Okay, you're starting on one pill a day. Your doctor will let you know if you should double to the max dosage. Side effects are nausea if taken on an empty stomach, so take it with food. A bad side effect is chest pains. Stop and see your doctor if you experience that. Any questions?”

“No ma'am, I got it,” Darkstar smiled and gave the pharmacist a happy thumbs up, “One pill per day, make sure to eat something first.”

After collecting the medication, on the drive home, an idea occurred to the blue zebra, “If Slate gets back first, have him suggest we go out to eat. Then you can get 'dressed up' for it,” she flashed a grin at her sister when she stopped at a junction, “Now if momma gets back first, we will be eating that tasty roasted goat, so it is a win, win for me.”

“I like that going out plan,” Darkstar chuckled at Rockslide, “Are you saying it's a win win because I'll be tied up for dinner whether we go out or not?”

“Yes!” Rockslide snickered, “That’s just bonus. I like goat, and I like going out. You as eye candy is always good.”

Smirking, Darkstar settled back in the passenger seat, “I am good eye candy.”

“That you are Darkie,” Rockslide snatched a quick look down the top of Darkstar’s dress and caught just a hint of pretty little titty flesh that made both sets of lips tingle, “That you are.”

~ ~ ~

Later that day, in the late afternoon, Slate walked in fresh from work. As soon as she heard her brother enter the house, Rockslide was up and dancing in the living room, “I kissed a girl and I liked it!” she sang, and Slate was quick to join in, singing with her. “I kissed a girl and I liked it,” then, Rockslide danced over to a blushing Darkstar, gave her a hug from behind and sang, “I kissed this girl and I liked that too!” she danced her way over to the stairs, “I need to get ready to go out!”

As his older sister danced her way up the stairs to her bedroom, Slate walked over to the couch where the typically naked Darkstar was busy going beet red in the face. “What?”

It was amazing how much the teenager wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. “Yeah...I um...” she looked down at the floor and shuffles her bare feet, fidgeting her fingers nervously. Slate didn’t sound angry, but he hardly ever did. “I um, I kissed Rocky, earlier, in here on the couch.”

“Oh,” Slate smirked. He wasn’t angry, far from it. He knew from his fiancé’s aspect that she was punishing herself far more effectively than he ever could. “Did you like it?”

“No Master,” Darkstar’s gaze never left her feet. She felt like she was back at CHS being scolded by the scary Vice Principal.

Slate sat beside the fretting girl and placed his strong hand on her thigh, “Did Rocky like it?”

Darkstar was quickly becoming very knowledgeable on the pattern of the carpet under her feet, given how hard she was staring at it. “She said she was surprised, Master.”

“That sounds right,” Slate squeezed the pearly white thigh, “She does love you as a sister. And the going out part?”

“On the way back from getting the new medication,” Darkstar explained, “Rocky suggested that if you came back first, I should have you say we're going out to eat. Then you could get me dressed up for it, Master.”

“Dressed u...” Slate’s eyes widened as he put two and two together in his head and came up with an answer he liked very much indeed. “Oh, like my idea for dancing. I'd like that.” He then gently stroked her long grey hair back over her shoulders so he could see her face, “You still have a guilty look, love. Do you need some punishment?”

Despite all the reassurances from Rockslide that everything was good and that neither she nor Slate was or would be angry with her, Darkstar still felt completely wretched. “Yes Master, I do.”

“Well then,” Slate didn’t even bother to keep the smirk from his voice. If his pet wanted to be punished, then it was his duty as her Master to deliver her wishes, “Do I punish you up in the bedroom, or down here in the living room?”

The thought of being punished down there where she could be watched made Darkstar squeeze her slender thighs together. There was only one choice. “Living room, Master, please.”

“Fitting, as it is the scene of the crime.” He stood up, “Get into the corner and stew on what you’ve done while I go for a shower.”

As Slate turned and walked off up the stairs to their bedroom, Darkstar obediently made her way over to the nearest corner of the living room where she stood with her nose pressed right to the wall and her hands stacked behind her back.

Rockslide came back downstairs and she was treated to the sight of Darkstar’s bubble butt staring at her from the corner of the room. A butt she would happily eat her dinner from. “What’s this? Dinner and a show?”

“Show and dinner,” Darkstar was intrigued to find her voice was changed slightly by the proximity of the two walls, “I'm about to be punished.”

“For what?”

Darkstar pressed her nose all the way into the corner, in order to try and hide her blush, “For kissing you, of course.”

With a hand on her forehead, Rockslide swooned onto the couch. “I was so traumatized too!”

“I know,” Darkstar had a giggle of anticipation in her voice, “I’m sorry Rocky.”

Rockslide smiled, because from her new vantage point on the couch, the blue zebra had a clear view of Darkstar’s labia between her legs, which – thank the Moon Goddess – were shoulder width apart, “We’ll find out just how sorry you are when Slate comes back down.”

“Yes we will,” Darkstar’s breath hitched in her throat. She was amazed just how tight her collar felt around her neck and how dry her mouth was. Even though it had only been twenty minutes, it felt like she had been stood there for an eternity when she heard Slate coming down the stairs.

Freshly showered, Slate stepped out of the stair well with his loaded hands behind his back, just in case his pet was peeking. “Feeling rather chatty, I see,” he walked with purpose into the living room.

Caught out, Darkstar jumped and squeaked, “I’m sorry, Master!”

Smiling like he had just won every Hearth Warming ever, Slate said, “Maybe I'll let my sis determine that. Move from the corner to the coffee table and put your hands on it. Keep your arms straight.”

“Yes Master,” Darkstar was surprised, when she obeyed the terracotta zebra, that she was actually nervous when she was bent at the waist and her palms were flat down on the coffee table.

Moving behind his pet, Slate positioned himself so that Rockslide was in front of them on the couch. He then placed the rope he was holding behind his back in one of his hands on the TV.

When Darkstar heard him remove his belt behind her she couldn’t help but tremble. ‘Oh my god...he's gonna do it!’ she thought, fidgeting on her feet like she was standing in an ant’s nest, ‘you asked for it...’

“You really need to do some shopping, brother,” commented Rockslide when she saw he was going to use his belt.

“I'm good with what I have,” Slate winked at her, making a few practise swats at the air, “But maybe I'll take my pet shopping.”

“If she doesn't know where, I do.”

Before Darkstar could say anything, Slate folded his belt in half so that he was holding the buckle end in his hand, and he then rubbed the folded end over his fiancé’s white ass cheeks. “Do keep count for me, pet.”

“Y-Yes Master,” Darkstar whimpered and, for possibly the first time ever, she wished she had panties on, least they would be some protection against what was to come.

Smirking broadly, Slate swung the belt in the air, intercepting it with the palm of his other hand with a loud slap that made Rockslide jump, and she was watching! To his great amusement, Darkstar flinched and tensed her ass, automatically counting 'one' before she realised she hadn’t in fact been struck.

“Sneaky,” grinned Rockslide, and Slate laughed.

“That would be zero, pet, not one!” Slate swung the belt again, making another swishing sound in the air. This time, there was no hand to meet the belt. This time, it landed squarely on Darkstar's right butt cheek with a loud crack!

“AAAH!” Darkstar squealed in pain, lurching forwards with the force of the impact as Rockslide jumped a second time. “O-One, Master!”

Slate delivered three quick well aimed hits, one to Darkstar’s left butt crease, one to her right butt crease and one to her left butt cheek. “AH! AaaAAH!” Darkstar screamed out with the touch of the belt, “T-Two, fuck! Three!” the fourth strike had her up on the balls of her feet and then down again. “Fo…HHHHNNNNG! Four, Master!”

After the fourth hit with the belt, Slate used his off hand to rub Darkstar's ass checking for welts and warmth. He checked her very thoroughly. “Mmmmm…” Darkstar bit her lip, and she felt her ass getting more than a little warm and rosy.

“Any damage?” asked Rockslide, watching intently from the couch.

“Not on this bubble butt,” Slate smirked, “Not yet, anyway,” the hand that had been doing the caressing left Darkstar's ass, making her whimper ever so slightly.

Slate aimed two more strikes at Darkstar’s ass as close to her ass crack as he could, just as the front door opened and Sea Salt walked in. She looked at the scene before her, her son with the belt in his hand, Darkstar bent over and her daughter watching and took it all in with a shrug. “Is someone filming this?”

“No,” Slate replied, eyeing up his pet’s ass for the next place to whap her with his belt, “I told Rocky no recording.”

“Hi momma,” Rockslide didn’t look away from her brother and his pet, “We're going out to eat tonight.”

“But I have that goat to cook!”

“GAAAAAH Moon and stars!” Darkstar screamed out loudly and, without thinking, moved her left hand to rub her sore reddened ass cheeks.

Quickly, Rockslide whispered, “Count, Darkie, count!”

“We can go to the Zebrican restaurant, momma,” Slate took note of Darkstar’s moved hand and he raised the belt, ready to punish her for her transgression, “My treat.”

Fortunately for Darkstar, she heard Rockslide’s warning just in time and she quickly counted, “Five, six, Master!” before she whipped her hand back to the coffee table.

Unfortunately, Slate wasn't aiming for Darkstar’s hand, but because of that he swung the belt straight up between her slender legs. The force of the impact lifted her up onto her toes. “OOOW! Fucking jeez, oow! S-Seven!” tears began to leak from her eyes, the belt had really hurt her pussy – it had been a direct hit – really, really hurt! “Red!”

As soon as he heard his fiancé use her safe word he put his belt back on and used both hands to rub Darkstar's ass, an inspection that included the blossoming red bruise between her cheeks.

“What brought this on?” asked Sea Salt, completely unfazed by what she had just seen.

“She tried to steal my virginity!” exclaimed Rockslide, making her mother snort out a laugh and causing Slate to chuckle while he was inspecting Darkstar’s bruised snatch with his fingers.

“Oooow!” Darkstar’s whimper of pain became a moan, still pained, and she parted her legs so Slate could properly inspect her privates, “I'm sorry!” she managed to sniff back her tears.

“Apology accepted,” Rockslide applauded Darkstar’s performance.

Slate gently turned Darkstar around to face him and he planted a long passionate kiss on her lips, “I kissed a girl and I liked it. A lot.”

“I need to get changed if we're going out,” Sea Salt reluctantly said good bye to the goat she had been looking forward to all day. At least until tomorrow.

“You have plenty of time, momma,” Slate grinned, “I still need to get Darkie dressed.” Before pointing to the ropes on the TV. Nodding, his mother smiled and left the living room.

“Thank you Rocky, thank you Master,” Darkstar wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed Slate long and hard.

During the kiss, Slate turned Darkstar around so that she was facing the TV. “Are you ready to get dressed, my lovely pet?”

When she saw the ropes waiting for her on top of the TV, she smiled, her mood instantly lifting as she wiped her yellow eyes. This was perfect! Better than perfect, even! “Yes Master, I'm ready. I’m so ready.”

With her consent given, Slate took the rope and he follows the books instructions to the letter. Thanking his memory, he held both ends and he ran the rope through his hand to the mid-point. He placed that end over Darkstar's head. “Hold this with your fingers,” he pointed to where the rope crossed the collar bone.

“Got it, Master,” Darkstar touched her fingers to the rope, holding it in place, “I never knew you were that accurate with your belt.”

“Thank you,” Slate winked at her and he started tying the pearls made from the rope.

“Full tortoise shell?” asked Rockslide who was watching every move her little made. Slate nodded, and she grinned broadly, “That’ll make it a bit hard for entry then.”

Slate shrugged as he worked, “I can wait till I undress her for that.” Darkstar didn’t question what her Master was doing. She looked down, content to watch Slate manipulate the ropes like he had been doing it for years.

Working deftly, Slate ran the rope down between Darkstar's legs and there, he loosely tied it to the rope he had placed around her neck. That done, the zebra moved back to the front and he reached into a pocket of his jeans. He pulled out two small eggs and he held them up for his pet to see.

“Are those...” Darkstar’s yellow eyes went wide and she blushed when she heard Rockslide snort out a laugh. She was still blushing as she nodded her consent. “Yes, Master.”

Sea Salt then walked out of her bedroom on the ground floor of the house wearing a pretty dress while Slate was setting the ropes in place on her future daughter in law’s body. “Oh,” the old woman grinned, “That type of getting dressed. I think she'll need more than that to get into the restaurant.”

Both Rockslide and Slate snickered at their mother’s joke and, eggs in hand, he slid an egg into Darkstar's anus and vagina, respectively. He left the remote control leads hanging down for the moment as he snugged up the rope at her back and started wrapping her to make the diamonds across her skin.

Darkstar’s face was a beautiful shade of beetroot red once the two eggs were in place and held there by the ropes that were tightened between her legs. There was no way those were slipping out.

Slate worked in a slow and methodical manner, making sure the knots he created were all in the right place as they sunk into his pet’s flesh and, more importantly, her holes. There was a knot placed on her clitoris and her anus. The rope shell was finished off with a nice bow between her shoulders. He then used a bit of tape to secure the egg antennas to the ropes. “Walk around, I want to know if it’s binding?”

Obediently, Darkstar walked the length of the living room away from Slate, then at the other end, full of confidence, she turned and walked back towards him. “The knots are definitely in the right places, Master.”

“Do another circuit for me, pet.”

“Yes Master,” Darkstar turned and walked back across the living room. What she didn’t know was that in his pocket, Slate had the remote for the eggs. When her back was turned, after she had taken three steps, he turned both eggs on to their medium setting. Immediately, she felt the vibrations right inside her and she staggered, almost to her knees before righting herself. “Wow!”

“Wait here, I'll be back in a moment.”

When Slate was out of the living room, Sea Salt asked, “Darkie, are you doing okay?”

“Y-Yes momma, I'm okay, I promise,” Darkstar panted, the faint buzzing from the toys just audible, “I wasn't ready for the that setting out of the gate.”

Moments later, Slate returned and he turned the eggs down to low. In his hands he had his pet’s small pink mini skirt and a baggy yellow sweater that would reach halfway down the mini skirt once it was on.

“Thank you, Master,” Darkstar felt the eggs turned down to more of a background sensation, enough to keep her excited but not enough to get her off, and she dressed herself in the mini skirt and sweater.

“Okay,” Sea Salt clapped her hands once Darkstar was dressed, “I'm ready for some traditional cooking that I didn't cook!”

Smiling, Darkstar slipped on her sandals, “Ready, momma.” She had gotten used to the eggs inside her, “How was bridge? Did you win?”

“Rose and I took two in a row,” the old woman replied proudly, “Why I got back a bit early.”

“Well done, momma!” she then took hold of Slate's hand, “How was work, sweetie?” she asked because she realised she hadn’t done before now, although admittedly she had been occupied with other things when he had come home.

“It was productive. Filthy Rich was well pleased with the landscaping and passed out some bonuses.”

“Awesome!” Darkstar sprung up and kissed his cheek, “It went well with Requiem earlier. The doc changed up my meds to a lighter drug.”

“We sorted that at the pharmacy,” Rockslide put in before her brother could ask, “It's one a day for now. We took the other meds to be destroyed, and she needs to take one after she’s eaten.” When Slate looked at her, Rockslide patted her purse, “Got it in here.”

With a nod of his head, Darkstar walked holding Slate's hand and she allowed herself to be steered towards his truck. “Requiem said the bondage was a good idea.”

“Good,” Slate grinned as his mother and sister got in the back, “Then this trip is medicinal!”

Getting in the passenger seat, Darkstar giggled, “I hadn't thought of it like that. I did have a thought afterwards, something you might like…”

Slate leant over in the truck and he kissed her, “There are a lot of things I like about you.”

“Like my insanely good oral skills?” Darkstar kissed him back, “I bet a tongue piercing would make it feel way better.”

Putting his truck in gear, Slate raised an eyebrow, “We can talk about that later I'll think on it, you can marshal your reasons for it. Later is not tonight.” He steered them towards their destination, the Zebrican restaurant, ‘Savana'. It was an upscale place, so they didn't visit very often.

Wisely, Darkstar didn't bring up the piercing again. She was happy to sit in a comfortable silence for a short time until the restaurant was in sight. She was thankful the seats in the truck weren’t very hard. It spared her sore ass. “Thank you Slate,” she said presently, “For not freaking out when you came home.”

When he parked up in the lot, Slate squeezed Darkstar's hand before killing the engine, “My sister is a tease, but you're doing the sneaky good naughty, and I knew you'd have to confess since I didn't see it.”

“Still honing my skills with that,” Darkstar smiled warmly, feeling very much at ease with herself, even with the eggs buzzing away faintly inside her. “You were great, by the way. Giving up the control to you like that felt so good.”

“Controlling you feels really good too,” Slate snickered as they all got out of the truck, “Do you want something other than a belt or my hand?”

Darkstar did give that a serious thought before she answered, well aware that Sea Salt and Rockslide could hear her, “A crop or a paddle might be fun, Master.”

“In that case, I think some shopping tomorrow is on the schedule,” Slate said as he pulled out Darkstar's chair for her to sit.

Rockslide though was the first to sit down. “I do love the feel of hardwood under me,” she smirked, watching her sister like a hawk.

Standing by the hardwood chair, Darkstar looked at the seat like it had personally wronged her and gingerly, she lowered her warmed bubble butt down until contact was made. “Aaah!” she hissed, “Jeez!” immediately she squirmed and tried to find a 'comfortable' sitting angle. That was hard to do though, with the ropes spreading her ass cheeks. That last hit over her labia didn’t help either. After a few moments of no relief, she gave up and sat still.

In a low voice, Slate said, “You will let me know if it becomes too much for you.”

“I will, I promise,” Darkstar let out a quiet 'hmmmm' because the eggs were vibrating in a very specific spot now she was sat down.

When the waiter came to take their drink orders, Slate chose that exact moment to slip the anal egg up to medium. “Robinson Sweet Red, please.”

“Good choice,” Sea Salt approved of her son’s choice, both of wine and his timing on the egg, “We should get the bottle.”

“HMMMM!” Darkstar quickly forced her mouth shut as the more intense vibrations were felt deep in her anal cavity, “M-Moon above...”

“Pardon?” the waiter paused at the table.

“She has learned which heavenly body truly rules the sky,” Sea Salt smiled, coming to the teenager’s rescue. Waiter simply nodded and he hustled off to get the wine.

Darkstar, who was breathing slowly, wasn't at all sure now whether the hard seat hurt her more or the eggs were pleasuring her more, much to Rockslide’s amusement. “I think your girl is a natural dancer, brother.”

“She does put on a good show, doesn’t she?” asked Slate rhetorically just as Darkstar whimpered and clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle another loud moan. “Stand for just a moment, Darkie.”

“Yes Master,” obediently, Darkstar stood and a deep sigh of gratitude left her now her weight wasn’t on her ass.

While she was standing, Slate ran his hand over the seat of her chair and was happy to feel it wet. “You may sit,” he rubbed his fingers together and sniffed, “Best polish in the world.”

Poor Darkstar dearly wished she could stand just a little longer but, she had been told to sit, and so she did, though she was slow to sit back down, wincing as soon as her weight was on her ass. Just as soon as her butt touched the seat, Slate flipped both eggs up to high.

Caught by surprise, Darkstar went stiff and rigid, her eyes went wide for the ten seconds until he turned them down again. “AAAAAAH!” she screamed, too late realising she had made a loud noise, “Oh...oooh jeez!”

Sea Salt pointedly ignored the stares their table was getting from the other diners, “Did you see an appetizer you wanted, Darkie?”

“P-Prawn Mmmmm co-cocktail please, momma.” Sea Salt waved a hand and the waiter came over to take their order and that was the moment that Slate moved both eggs back up to medium. Darkstar was left to thump the table and clench her eyes shut to try and ward off her oncoming orgasm.

The waiter blinked and looked at the others at the table as he took their orders, but all of them acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. His job done, he hurried off to get their items. Darkstar didn't care about the waiter, or any of the other diners who were watching. She felt her juices leaking down her thighs and she asked quietly, “Master, may I please cum?”

Both Sea Salt and Rockslide looked at Slate, Sea Salt with a raised eyebrow. Casually, Slate flipped both eggs all the way up to high. “Yes, pet, you may.”

“Th-Tha...” Darkstar didn’t get to finish her sentence. She bit her lip and shook with the force of the increased vibrations and at last she reached her orgasm. “Thank you!”

While she was riding out her climax, Slate set the eggs back to low. “Just prawns, not a problem, my love.”

Rockslide snickered, “I can't wait to see how thankful she is when the main course comes,” at the next table over, a woman ordered the prawns.

The waiter quickly returned with the prawn cocktail that had eight prawns and Slate set just the anal egg to high when the waiter set it down in front of her. When he asked if she wanted anything else, Darkstar shook her head and panted, “W-Water please!”

Nodding, the waiter returned with a pitcher and four glasses. He poured each of them a glass and, after she had thanked him, Darkstar’s hand was shaking her ass grinding to the chair as she sipped her water.

Casting a smirk, Slate switched the anal egg back to low and the vaginal one up to medium, delighting in how his pet started panting like she’d ran for a bus, “Damn,” Rockslide snickered, “She really loves that water.”

“It is just the right temperature,” Slate winked at his older sister and reduced them both to low. Darkstar slowly and carefully ate a couple of her prawns now the settings were both low.

As soon as the last prawn was taken, the waiter returned with everyone's meal and he removed the appetizer. Slate chose not to mess with the controls to let Darkstar anticipate when he’d change them next.

All the time she was eating her fish & chips, Darkstar was flinching at seemingly random intervals at nothing, and fidgeting on the seat thanks to her sore red ass, frustrated that nothing was happening. It was when the glass of water reached her lips that Slate set both eggs up to high.

“PHHBBT!” Darkstar almost choked on her mouthful of water but she caught herself just in time. Some droplets landed on her sweater, and she ground down onto the crotch rope in a desperate attempt to get off.

Lightly, Slate patted his pet on the back, just as he turned both eggs back to low. “You okay, love?”

“Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine,” Darkstar gave Slate a shaky smile that she hoped was reassuring, “J-Just enjoying dinner.”

“Wrong pipe, I'm sure,” Sea Salt snickered, “Just go a bit slower.”

Wiping her chin, Darkstar felt some of her fluids sliding down her legs, “I'm alright momma, just swallowed too quickly, is all,” she explained, to which Rockslide snorted out a laugh.

After the main course had been eaten, Slate moved the vaginal egg to medium and left it there while they started their desserts. Darkstar barely made it through her chocolate and caramel ice cream without any further incident. “Hmmm…that was proper nice!”

Rockslide levelled a wry look at her sister, “I bet it wasn't just the food you enjoyed, hmm?” that said, she did enjoy the teenager’s intense blush.

“You can never go wrong with this restaurant,” Sea Salt smiled as she raised her glass to the table.

“True, that, momma.” Slate likewise raised his glass.

“Think you'll be able to walk out, Darkie?” asked Rockslide, a broad smirk on her face as she too raised her glass.

“I um...I might need a little support…” Darkstar held Slate's hand and with her other, she saluted the table and her family. Slate took his pet’s hand and, after she put her glass down, pulled her into a hug so he could twist the centre rope up her back.

Immediately, Darkstar went weak at the knees and she flopped into the hug, very grateful that Slate was as strong as he was. She gasped into her Master's ear as she came, this time without permission.

“Zebran restaurants have such a nice aroma, don't you agree, momma?” smirked Rockslide, inhaling deeply and getting a very distinctive smell right at the back of her nose.

Sea Salt giggled, “I do, daughter, I do.” The old woman laughed, because most of that 'aroma' was stained on the seat of Darkstar’s chair where she had been sat.

Slate too was enjoying his pet’s aroma as he took her left hand in his left hand and held it high to his chest. His right hand moved around her waist, but quickly dropped down to her butt when they walked out. Darkstar leant heavily into the zebra's side, her head on his shoulder, happy and content.

Outside in the parking lot, Slate whispered, “At least the truck seat is softer than the seat in the restaurant.” Darkstar had no complaints on that one. Nor did she have any complaints when Rockslide drove back and Sea Salt sat in the passenger seat so that they could snuggle in the back for the drive home.

Darkstar would never tell him, but his sister drove better than he did. She whispered so only he could hear, “I hope when you take the eggs out, you put something else in…”

“Do I need to call someone?” whispered Slate.

“You're more than enough for me,” Darkstar whispered before kissing Slate’s ear, “But I'm scared my butt will be all empty...”

Hearing that, Slate squeezed Darkstar in a tight hug. They hadn’t done anything concerning the term ‘anal’ before, not beyond the odd egg toy, “You need to be sure of this. I'm a lot different from an egg.” He knew he had to play it right, though he didn’t dare believe she was finally giving up her last hole to him.

“I should hope so,” Darkstar giggled to hide her nerves and then she used her serious tone, a tone she didn’t use very often, “I'm sure, Slate, just...I want it in our room, just you and me, least for the first time.”

Slate smiled warmly, “Even an exhibitionist likes some just me time.”

Darkstar was beet red from her deep blush, “The first time is special, y'know? Should be for us. Just us.”

“You will always be special to me, Darkie,” Slate held her tight as his sister drove them home. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was pleased she was a better driver than him. “This is something we will share together, but not again, unless you do truly enjoy it.”

Darkstar booped her Master on the nose, “Just don't skimp on that strawberry lube you like so much.”

Slate just chuckled and held Darkstar close all the way home. After they had arrived, and after they’d gotten out, Slate led her through the house. “I think we are turning in early, momma.”

“Don't make the neighbours come a knocking, child.”

“I don't think they will momma, not after the last time,” Darkstar hugged Sea Salt and then Rockslide each in tight squishy hugs, “Good night.”

Both Sea Salt and Rockslide could feel the ropes through those hugs, though the older woman chose to say nothing. “Nice to see that all that scout training paid off,” she gave them both a hug before they headed to their own rooms.

Darkstar giggled once they were alone in the living room, “You did look cute in that scout uniform,” she remembered when she had first gotten with Slate that Sea Salt had taken great pleasure in showing her all the kiddie pictures, and she had taken great pleasure in looking at them.

Without a word, Slate hooked a finger through the D ring on the front of the collar and he led Darkstar up to their bedroom. Darkstar was a good little submissive and she walked with her hands behind her back until she was stood in the middle of their bedroom.

Slate quietly and slowly lifted up the sweater over Darkstar, raising her arms up along with it. Her mini skirt was swiftly discarded onto the floor. Once her clothes were removed, he inspected the knot work to see if everything had stayed in place after the meal out. “I think we could go dancing with you dressed like this, pet.”

Darkstar kept her arms raised above her head, “I'd like that,” she winked, “So you can twist the ropes again?”

Slate reached behind her back, “You mean, like this?”

“AAaaaAAAH!” Darkstar screamed in agonised pleasure as Slate twisted the ropes and she crumbled forwards into his strong arms, panting hard, “Ju-Just like that, Master!”

Smirking, Slate unfastened the bow at Darkstar's shoulders. He then untied the diamonds, allowing them to close up and the knots relax from the flesh. “Aaaaah...” Darkstar sighed happily as the ropes were being removed, the imprint of them remaining on her white body. “Hmph...I've never felt more like Casper the Friendly Ghost than now.”

“Friendly indeed,” Slate took a moment to admire the lines left behind by the ropes then he gave her a general rub down to feel where the knots were and ropes left indented into her flesh.

Darkstar giggled and she enjoyed the rub down. When he was done, she parted her legs so he could remove the eggs from her holes. Slate waited until the final rub down between her labia and her ass cheeks to pull the eggs out by the cord.

“Mmmm,” Darkstar kissed him, “You're lucky I love you.”

“Yes I am! And I'm lucky you let me love you,” he gave her a wry grin and she moved over to a drawer on the nightstand by the bed where their toys were kept. He took out the strawberry lube and squirted a little into his mouth and moved back to give her a deep kiss. Darkstar wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned the kiss with plenty of tongue.

Slate set the lube on the bed and lifted his arms, “I'm overdressed, and you should work to get me ready, pet.”

“I think I can manage that, my love,” Darkstar sensuously swayed her way around her Master, pressing her breasts to his front and then into his back from behind as she reached around to unbutton his shirt.

Once that was off, back at the front, Darkstar kissed her way down his chest until she was down on her knees. She deftly unbuckled his and tugged his jeans down to his ankles. She was pleased to see he was already at half-mast.

While she removed his socks and shoes, Darkstar used her mouth to skilfully turn his half-mast all the way up to a proud erection. Once he was erect, Slate lifted her up and moved her to the bed, where he placed her face down with her legs folded under her body so that her perfect ass was just the right level above the floor. “Are you ready, love?”

“I am so ready, babe,” Darkstar reached back with her hands and she spreads herself for him, adding a little inviting wiggle to her rear.

After taking a long, long moment to admire the view of his fiancé’s spread open holes before taking the lube and smearing a good amount on his fingers. But, he chose to start with his thumb slowly pushing past the sphincter muscle.

He worked the thick digit it in and out while at the same time his other hand was low with the thumb sliding into the birth canal as the fingers played with her clit.

“Mmm ooooh Sl-Slate...” Darkstar exhaled as he inserted his thumb into her, “Oh that feels good!” After several such thrusts of his thumbs, she let go of her ass cheeks and panted into the bedsheets.

Slate moved with deliberate slowness with her ass, adding first one finger and then a second. He stopped when he had three moving easily into and out of her backdoor and the hand on her snatch moved to put some more lube on himself with a bit of jerking to make sure he was stiff enough for entry.

Once there were three fingers and a thumb up to the second knuckle in her butt hole, Darkstar let out a gasp of intense arousal like never before. It was so strange, feeling herself stretched wide open for the first time.

Slate didn’t give her much chance to think about it. He positioned his cock and he pushed in. Once his tip was inside, he stopped and the other hand returned to his pet's dripping wet snatch. “Relax, pet.”

“I am!” Darkstar squeaked in a high pitched voice. She did her best to breathe slowly as she felt a hand softly caress her ass, “I am, relaxed, th-this is new, is all.”

“Something new for us to experience together,” Slate slowly pushed deeper into her anal cavity, at the same time he used his other hand to sink a few fingers into her vagina.

“O-Oh b-by the moon and stars!” Darkstar moaned, reaching back under herself and rubbing over the entrance of her love tunnel. “Deeper, please! Deeper!”

Slate used the hand that was caressing her ass to grab the lube and squirt some more at the point of contact. This allowed him to slid forward all the way until his body hit her rear. “Take it in and let me know when you’re ready for your pounding, my pet.”

“Goddess!” Darkstar took a few moments to pause, to stop and to breathe. Getting accustomed to the fact her asshole was full of and stretched by her Master’s cock was not that easy though. “Alright,” she breathed after a few minutes, “I'm ready, and I hope you meant 'pounding', Master.”

Behind her, Slate still thought it was his every Hearths Warmings as he started with firm slap to each of her ass cheeks as he pulled out a few inches and, with a second spank, he thrust his hips forwards until he hit that lovely bubble butt.

“Yes!” she moaned very enthusiastically into the bedsheets, “Like that!” None of the spanks he gave her were as hard as the ones when she was bent over his knee, but they were firm. He picked up his pace as the constricting tightness of her anus was now merely tight.

As he got faster and faster, so too did Darkstar’s moans of pleasure get louder and louder. She could feel level of tightness is getting looser the more he thrust into her. Slate moved his hands to grip her hips as he forcibly pulled her back against his thrusts. “Cum for me, pet!”

“Y-Ye-YeeeeEEEEESSSS MASTER!” Darkstar demonstrated what a good little sub she was and as she arched her back, she screamed at the top of her lungs and came, very hard indeed.

Thanks to his thrusting cock massaging her G spot through the perineum, Slate was able to build her up for a second orgasm. He was true to his word too, vigorously pounding her asshole into the bed.

By the time she came for the second time, Darkstar was a sweating boneless mess on the bed. “I-In me...cum in me, please cum in me!”

Slate was more than happy to do just that. He was only barely holding on to ride the orgasm with her. With an almighty thrust, the zebra let out a pleasured grunt and emptied his balls deep into Darkstar’s bowels. While his cock pulsed and throbbed, he remained hilted inside as he filled her with his hot seed.

It was only when nature softened him up that he pulled out slowly and, leaving his enormous creampie behind in her behind, he moved Darkstar forward so that she was scratched out on the bed. “That was wonderful,” he smiled as he laid on top of her with his sloppy dick nestled between her thighs, “But I will say all three holes are wonderful in my book.”

“That felt wonderful...” Darkstar sighed, swearing to herself that she would never get tired of the feeling of his semen filling her up, "I wish I'd let you do that ages ago."

“My love, all things in their time,” Slate commented, though he was unable to keep the ‘I won’ smile from his face, “We are in this together and together we will move forward.”

“As long as we do that again,” sighed Darkstar happily, “I mean all of it, the ropes, the public stuff, everything…”

“I was quite fond of spanking that beautiful ass of yours in a new and different way,” Slate then moved around to her side so he could engage in a tongue battle.

Darkstar allowed him to win the first one, then she fought back against the second, and she tried to win the third tongue war. Slate, after loving his lover’s tongue in his mouth, rested comfortably at her side. “I love you. Now, then, and always.”

“I love you till the moon flees the earth, my love.”