Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

Sunday morning, Darkstar woke in the darkness of their bedroom at ten minutes to six, thanks to the unholy noise of the alarm clock. Reaching out, she shut it off and dropped it to the floor, adding another crack to the already battered casing.

Slate had to go to work, but she didn’t, and so she was going to snuggle up to him and go back to sleep when she felt a part of her fiancé that was very much awake.

Since he was slow to get up, Darkstar decided to ‘help’, the best way she knew how. The teenager slid down between the zebra’s legs, where she spread them apart. There, she spent some time kissing his striped thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls with every wet, deliberate kiss.

The sleepy half-awake zebra let out a loud moan when he felt Darkstar put one of his balls into her mouth. She swished it around inside her mouth, then she switched to the other one. At the same time, she was also stroking his thighs with her hands.

He started breathing hard – barely keeping up the pretence of being asleep - when she managed to put both his balls into her mouth at once. Darkstar tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with her hot mouth. She used her tongue to move them all around; her lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his cock, where her hands began to stroke his erect shaft.

"Oh, D-Darkie!" Slate moaned, seemingly incapable of saying much else, that early in the morning, not with his testicles in his pet’s mouth, at any rate. She took pride in that; turning her Master on so much he couldn't really say much besides moan her name.

Darkstar removed his wet balls from her mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of her tongue. Knowing how much he liked a sloppy blowjob; she drenched his lap with her saliva. Starting at the root, she worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right up under the head. There, she gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.

With practised ease, Darkstar knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, and so she finally put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with her hand, she slowly lowered her mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside her mouth.

Darkstar slowly bobbed her head up and down into his lap, getting her soft delicate hands under him and squeezing his butt. She could hear his breathing getting heavier the more she worked his shaft into her throat. From the noises he was making, she knew he was deeply enjoying the attention he was getting that morning.

Slate began to buck his hips up and down, quickly getting into a rhythm with his pet as she stroked the root of his cock with her hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling her tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, she drove him mad with desire.

The terracotta zebra was sweating; she could feel it on his thighs, brushing against her face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as she became more firm with her sucking, especially when she drooled and slobbered all over his lap, determined to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

Just how he liked it. "D-Da-Darkie, oh, feels good..." he moaned, his strong hands gripping her hair at the back of her head to encourage her in her work. As if she needed encouraging.

"Mmm...oh...Mmppphh...UM!" she moaned, unable to really say anything verbal with her mouth and throat filled up. Darkstar swished his cock inside her cheeks, getting it as deep into her throat as she possibly could while breathing through her nose. A nose that was scrunched up against his belly as she buried her face into his lap.

That was her favourite bit, and she moved a hand to her throat where she not only felt her collar but the bulge in her oesophagus that was his meaty cock.

Slate's groans were getting louder and his breathing more desperate. Darkstar firmly grabbed his dick with strong suction from her mouth as she fondled his heavy balls. She noted his balls begin to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent. She intended to milk him dry, and so she sucked and licked him lovingly, all the time caressing his balls in her hand.

"D-Darkie...I'm gonna come soon, I can't hold it much longer..." Slate groaned as he laid slumped on the bed. He didn’t know how much longer he had to get ready for work. He didn’t care.

She didn't answer him verbally; Darkstar just sucked him faster and made moaning noises as she prepared to finish him off. The teenager’s pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his organ; she made loud slurping and sucking sounds with her mouth.

She knew he really liked that.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing; she could feel it shaking. She visualized the hot white come loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard. "OH! Fuck! OHHHHH!" he moaned loudly, just as the contractions began, and his erection flexed. Darkstar focused the muscles of her mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening her grip around his balls.

She felt the pre-cum that she had been tasting all throughout the blowjob start to drip out even more. Then the explosion came.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down Darkstar’s throat. The experienced teenager was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled her cheeks. His own cum mixed with her saliva as she licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down.

Through his ejaculation, she struggled to breathe through her nose, which was buried in his pubic hair, as she finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with her hands. Just when she thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down her throat.

Darkstar expertly kept his rock hard erection in her mouth after the main part of the orgasm had ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended, and she wanted it all.

As he completely collapsed, spent and drained, Darkstar lovingly stroked his thighs; his cock was still in her mouth, but she had stopped stimulating what she knew would be a very sensitive shaft. She slowly let him withdraw, and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

Needless to say, Slate went to work that Sunday a very happy zebra indeed.

~ ~ ~

It was two in the afternoon when Slate got home. He walked through the front door and he saw his sister sat in her spot on the couch, and Darkstar – naked as normal – laid with her head on her spot and her feet on Rockslide’s lap. He guess, correctly, that her mood was somewhere between up and down, hovering between the two. “There's my favourite girl!” he smiled, moving in for a hug.

“And here I thought you meant me,” Rockslide pouted playfully, “Oh well.”

“Hey you,” Darkstar hugged Slate without getting up from where she was laid on her back on the couch.

“Are you teasing my sister again?”

Rockslide had the back of her hand up to her forehead, “Endlessly.” Not that she minded. Where Darkstar was laid allowed her to occasionally give the teenager a relaxing foot rub, and it gave her a good view of her shaven pussy. Win win!

“I have to have a hobby,” Darkstar smiled and, with some effort, sat up and propped herself up on her elbows, “How was work?”

“Oh you know, I scaped by,” Slate shrugged and Rockslide groaned at her younger brother’s old joke, “I think there was something we wanted to do today?”

Darkstar’s fifty / fifty mood instantly switched up several notches when she heard that. “Shopping!”

“White tank top and your shortest pink skirt,” Slate pointed up the stairs to their bedroom, “And your sandals, pet.”

“Oh,” Darkstar sighed dramatically as she sprang up to her feet, “If I must!” she skipped up off through the living room and up the stairs so fast her feet barely touched the steps, “Not be long!”

Rockslide remained sat on her spot on the couch, though she watched her sister’s ass until it disappeared up the stairs, then she carried on watching, waiting for her return. “It would take her longer to put on underwear,” she commented.

“That's only because she may have forgotten how,” Slate snickered, then brother and sister high fived each other.

Moments later, barely even five minutes, and Darkstar came skipping downstairs in the clothes she could generously be described as ‘almost wearing’. Her pink skirt barely covered her ass, and if she bent over, she’d definitely show herself off. The less said about her baggy white top the better. “Ta da!”

While Rockslide was staring with her eyes wide, Slate walked over and he ran a hand up the pink skirt and under the white top, just to be sure there were no unauthorised additions. Like it wasn’t obvious the moment she skipped downstairs. “We should be back for supper.”

“Supper, yeah…” Rockslide barely heard what her brother was saying, because Darkstar was taking up all her attention, “'Kay, supper…I'll let momma know.”

“Be back to tease you soon, sis!” Darkstar held Slate's hand and she skipped out the house, making the pink mini skirt bounce up just enough to show off the globes of her white ass cheeks.

As she watched them leave, Rockslide had never, never ever, wanted to be a pink mini skirt more in her life. She contented herself with jamming her hand down the front of her denim shorts. That was a moon she was willing to worship.

Outside, Slate gentlemanly held the door of his truck open for Darkstar and, while she noted his equipment was in the back, she skipped over to the passenger side and hopped inside. “Hey Rita!” she squeezed the dashboard and smiled, “Feeling good today?”

“I'm sure she is,” Slate grinned as he got in the driver’s side and clipped the seat belt on, “She likes your ass more than my ass.”

Giggling, Darkstar wiggled her bare ass on the seat, “That’s because she likes sexy things!”

“I'm in complete agreement,” Slate smiled warmly, “What did you want to do today, besides shopping?”

“Well,” Darkstar rested her head against the window as Slate put his truck in gear and pulled out of the drive, “You said we'd discuss it later, and now is later, so...about that tongue piercing?”

“Why?”

“Because it'd be cool!” she reached over and placed her hand on his that held the stick shift, “And because I know it would enhance your pleasure. And that gives me pleasure, great pleasure, making you happy.” She was sure of herself; she’d read it in one of Rockslide’s magazines.

“I will agree that it would look cool,” Slate conceded as he drove along the streets towards the mall, “This is for you, not me. You thought what you want to put in there?”

“I was thinking two studs, kind of side by side, in the middle of my tongue.”
“That heightens the risk of nerve damage,” naturally, Slate’s first concern was her health and her safety, two things he knew his pet didn’t always consider much, if at all. “Do you know anyone with two?”

Darkstar shook her head, “I don't, no, Master.”

“Do you know who you want to do this?”

“I was thinking there's that tattoo place on the ground floor of the mall,” said Darkstar after a brief thought, “The one Moonbeak takes Bright to when he rewards him with new ink. I think Stencil runs it.”

Slate nodded, thinking it was a good thing they were headed to the mall, “I'll talk to Stencil before I say yes. You will listen to Stencil if I say yes. You can change your mind if you want.”

“That's a deal, Slate. And I will listen, I promise,” Darkstar giggled and stroked her ears, “Sensible ears and everything.”

After he had parked up at the mall, which was as busy as ever it was, even for a Sunday, Slate made a beeline straight for the MiAC store on the second floor. “Anything you may want in here?”

Darkstar made a show of thinking about it for just a moment, “I think I recall someone wishing he had a paddle to tenderise my behind, so one of those would be cool. Ooh...I know you don't approve of dildos, but what about a butt plug?”

Broadly, Slate smiled, “I was thinking advanced bondage, but a paddle would save my hand,” after making their way through the bustling shoppers, he looked Darkstar in the eye, “We've done it once. Are you sure you want a plug? It is far different from an egg.”

“I like the sound of advanced bondage. Advanced is good.” She looked back at Slate, and she felt a little twinge in her ass from when he had fucked her there the night before, “I watched a film the other day with Rocky that featured an inflatable one. That looked fun!”

Slate graced Darkstar with a lingering kiss, one that made a few passers-by stop and look, not that either of them cared about that. “To shopping we go!”

“I love you,” she gladly returned the kiss and she squeezed his hand on the way up the escalator to the second floor, apparently deep in thought on the way up. “After we've done shopping and we’ve seen Stencil, do you want to go to the Burger Joint? My treat.”

On the second floor, Slate paused outside the gaudy bright neon pink façade of the MiAC store and grinned, “My tummy approves.”

“Good!” Darkstar sprang up onto her tip toes and kissed his nose, “Mine does too!”

Again, Slate took hold of Darkstar's hand and he led the way into the store that was just as eye achingly pink on the inside as it was on the outside. No wonder she liked it. “First, a paddle.”

“A paddle!” enthusiastically, Darkstar skipped down the aisles to the right place, not caring one bit as her skirt bounced up over her equally bouncy ass. There, she looked through the paddle options, and was pleased to see a dark brick red one. “I like that one.”

Slate could see why. It was almost an exact match of his skin tone. He took it down from the wall and performed a few practice swings in the air. “I approve,” he particularly liked the way the heart shaped hole cut down on resistance, “I'll pick the plug.”

“It suits you, Master,” Darkstar gave a cheeky little wave to a young couple who were openly staring at her top.

Moving through the store, Slate could see there were only a few people in the shop. Didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun. Over at the plug area, he placed the paddle down on the floor. “Take a good look to be sure that is what you want. Don't bend your knees.”

While Slate was looking over the extensive plug selection, Darkstar winked, “Yes Master,” she was a good pet and she bent at the waist and, when she felt the air on her fully exposed ass, she made a good show of inspecting the paddle. “I'm sure.”

Ostensibly, Slate took his sweet time looking at the many and varied butt plugs, he had made his mind up almost straight away, he was also keeping a sharp eye on Darkstar, making sure that no one touched her. He was pleased to see the couple that were staring before were still staring, and keeping a respectful distance. He was also pleased that his pet was still bent over, obviously waiting for him to tell her to stop. “Rise,” he ordered once he had admired her bare rear, “I like this one.”

When Darkstar stood up, she took a deep breath and inspected his choice. It was a bright red inflatable - and vibrating – butt plug. “It's pretty, Master.” It wasn’t pink, but it would do. “Do they do those enema things here too?”

“That will be next,” Slate grinned and placed the inflatable plug in the basket, but he left the paddle on the floor, “All we need to choose is colour.”

“Why not a red, to match the butt plug?”

“It’s your choice, pet.”

“I like the red one, Master.”

Slate had to agree. At least the red was better than the brown, in this case. “Oh,” he smirked as he took the kit from the shelf, “I left that paddle on the floor. Please run back and get it for me. I'll be talking to the person at the counter.”

“Yes Master,” Darkstar obediently skipped her way back along the aisles to where the paddle was still on the floor. There, she bent at the waist to pick it up.

“You are a cutie,” a man watching her couldn’t help but admire the view. It was an amazing view and it deserved to be admired. It was a shame she wore a collar, or he would have made a move.

“I am a cutie!” Darkstar treated the stranger to her very best smile, “Thank you, sir.” The man simply smiles and nodded before moving off down an aisle. “Nice guy…” she then turned the other way and skipped back to Slate, hugging his arm. “Here's the paddle, Master.”

Slate, who was busy chatting with the woman at the checkout, kissed Darkstar’s forehead. “Hello, pet. Back in the enema area there are some solutions. Please get me the catnip tea one.”

“Yes Master,” although she was curious about the two books he had on the counter, Darkstar obediently left the paddle and skipped through the store to the plug section. “Catnip tea...catnip tea...ah! Here we are.”

When she returned with the solution in hand, the clerk at the counter drank in the vision that was Darkstar and her loose tiny clothing. “You have a very pretty pet, Master Slate.”

“Thank you,” Slate added the tea to the items already on the counter, “Have you heard of the tattoo studio run by Stencil?”

“Down on the ground floor?” she asked, and when he nodded, she continued, “Yes, it’s a good shop. We have several clients that have been there. He dropped out of pre-med due to costs. Good guy, though.”

Satisfied, Slate paid for their purchases, making Darkstar frown for a brief second before her smile returned and she followed Slate out, holding his hand. “I like that shop. Always so nice in there.”

“They are, but they sell happiness, or so they say,” Slate took a moment to enjoy the view down his pet’s top as they walked to the escalator, “You know, after the piercing, it will be some time before you'll be able to eat solid food. You want to set up an appointment and then get some lunch?”

“Sounds like a plan. Let's go do that, in that order,” Darkstar smiled as they walked, “This nice old guy in there said I was a cutie, so he got a smile and a thank you.”

Smirking, Slate tickled under Darkstar's chin, “You are a good pet, yes you are!”

“Thank you, Master,” Darkstar giggled and rode the escalator down to the ground floor looking into her lover’s eyes, “He was respectful of the collar, so I was nice. World needs more nice.”

“It does at that,” Slate agreed. Nice was always, well, nice. He led the way to the tattoo parlour. “You still sure about this?”

“I am,” Darkstar kissed Slate full on the lips, “But thank you for asking.”

Slate paused at the door, “I talk to Stencil, then you listen to Stencil, and after that you can make an appointment or not,” he kissed his pet, “I love you and I will respect your choice.”

“That's why I love you!”

Walking into the store, Slate held Darkstar’s hand tight. It did look clean and well lit, that put him at ease, although he knew it must be a decent place, because Moonbeak wouldn’t frequent it otherwise. “Hello,” he spoke to the female receptionist, “You do piercings here?”

“Hello,” the receptionist flashed Slate a practised smile, “Welcome to Lifestyles. I'm Juniper, and yes we provide a variety of body modification services.”

Darkstar’s head was on a swivel as she tried to look all around the inside of the store at once. She had never been in here herself, but she had heard her brother and Moonbeak speak highly of it. “Oh look,” she saw a sleeve tattoo in a griffon style, “Bright and Moony have that one!”

Slate rolled his eyes, “I'm rather happy with my permeant tattoos.”

“Don't worry, Master, I'm not after a tattoo,” Darkstar shuddered, “Unless it's one that's licked on by kittens, I'm out.”

Snickering, Slate turned back to the receptionist, “My girl is interested in getting her tongue pierced, twice. I was told to talk to Stencil.”

“He is with a client now,” Juniper replied pleasantly, “And that session is scheduled for another twenty minutes. Can I help you?”

“Sure,” Slate stepped aside and allowed Darkstar to step up, “Please talk to this one about the pros and cons of getting a tongue piercing. If she still wants it, please schedule her.”

With her smile in place, albeit a more natural one, Juniper gave Darkstar the benefits of the piercing first. She made a point early on – because this wasn’t her first time doing this - to say that it didn't do much benefit for a blowjob. She also revealed that she had several piercings of her own, but none were in the tongue.

After that, Juniper strongly pointed out the cons of what the young woman wanted. Top of the list was the pain involved, which admittedly, wasn’t much. Then there was the four to six weeks of healing involved. There was also a chance, but small, of nerve damage.

“My boss, Stencil, did complete four years of med school, but finances forced him to leave.” Juniper explained, in case they were unaware, “To date no customer has had any nerve damage and there is no spot on a body he is unwilling to pierce.” She then decided to switch to the jewellery, “It is possible to damage your teeth with hard bars. A lisp is also possible as you adjust to what is now in your tongue.”

“Alright, um...” Darkstar spluttered, her resolve faltering under the barrage of facts that Juniper launched her way, “Well I don't much fancy the teeth damage. What about somewhere else, like say my nipples instead?”

“Oh, that’s easy, very little pain, healing in forty eight hours,” Juniper beamed, “And there’s a huge selection of jewellery available.” She pulled up her top and revealed she had a ring in each nipple with a chain between them, then she dropped it back down. “I love the feel of the chain on my flesh.”

Beside her, Slate smiled at the display and he thought of his pet doing that any chance she got. Darkstar looked at him and had the same thought. “Then, I'd much rather go with that, I mean, with those...” she blushed, “I mean the rings, not your 'those'...you know what I mean, right?”

Seeing her customer’s blush, Juniper saw an opportunity for a tease and she leant forward, “You want to touch them?”

“I think I would,” Slate volunteered himself, “So I know what I'm getting into when she has it done.”

Laughing, Juniper continued, “The cons. Studs are safe, but rings can be ripped out. Usually, you're naked and if you fall catching that thing you thought you'd never catch, can be painful. Chains are made to break away if someone pulls hard on them, but slow even pressure will stop that, so if you do pet play, be careful.”

“I think she knows you quite well, pet.” Slate grinned.

“So like,” Darkstar had an idea, “If I have rings like yours and a chain between them, you can put a second chain from that to act like a leash?”

“Well,” Juniper smiled, “Usually a leash is clipped to the neck, but it works off a tit. Caution, make sure it’s a break away leash. A fall of either party can be painful and bloody. Good news if it is ripped out, it can be stitched up, but it will leave a scar. So far, only two clients have had that happen to them.”

“Alright then,” Darkstar quickly made her mind up, “I'd like that done, instead of the tongue piercing. Lends itself to more fun scenarios for us both, I think.”

“Too bad you didn't ask about a clit piercing,” smirked Slate, “That would have been a nice demo.”

Juniper spared the zebra a somewhat withering look, suggesting she had heard that line many times before. “Not that you'd get one, as I don't have one. I'm not sacrificing pleasure for fashion,” she then turned to her open diary on her desk and spotted an open slot, “Are you free this Wednesday at two p.m.?” she asked, looking to see if the girl had her ears pierced.

“A clit piercing?” asked Darkstar, whose ears were not pierced, “Wouldn't that be super painful?”

“I've been told it isn't horrible,” Juniper shuddered at the mere thought of having her love nub pierced, “But yeah, and healing is two to four days. It does cost you a lot in the pleasure department when you or someone plays with the love button. I do have a client that is into chains and she doesn't want anyone to play with it. Loaded up, she has nine chains on her body.”

“Okay then, one of those as well. May as well have the set of three while we're booking an appointment,” Darkstar thought it sounded like a tolerable idea, “And I'm free Wednesday at two, miss.”

Slate though, was quick to interject, “Why would you want to give up me playing with that button?”

Just like that, Darkstar’s eyes went wide with realisation, “Oh!” she squeaked, “Oh, I see! I misunderstood, yeah in that case, just the nipple rings, please.”

Juniper stood up, “If you want some chains, then I recommend this,” she pulled up her shirt again, though just a bit to show off the naval piercing she wore on her belly button. She had a sapphire in her navel. “You can put a ring there, too.”

“That's better,” once she saw the ring in Juniper’s navel, she was sure that’s what she wanted. “I'd rather have a ring there, add a chain to that from the nipples. Sorry, for the misunderstanding.”

Breezily, Juniper waved off the teenager’s concerns, “Stencil would no doubt say my job is to drive away business. All three piercings can still be done in a thirty minute appointment Wednesday at two p.m., you good for that?”

“I am, yes, thank you.”

“One last thing,” Juniper stopped them as they were about to leave the store, “The three piercings will cost one hundred and twenty bits. You will want the 'healing' studs for all of them and they run at just forty five bits for all three. We do give a fifty percent refund when you turn them back in. As to jewellery, that is where the real cost is. Double check for any metal allergies. but they can run over a hundred bits each for the fancy stuff. Rings are around twenty five bits each.”

“So...” Darkstar felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over her head, it was a feeling she didn’t like, not one bit, “It’s two hundred and forty bits for three rings?”

While Juniper just nodded, Slate broke it down, “One hundred and twenty for the piercings, forty five for the healing studs we can return and get twenty two fifty back and then seventy five for the rings. So yeah, plan on two hundred and forty if we keep them. I'm good for that.”

“Those are the simplest rings,” Juniper then showed them a catalogue with hundreds and hundreds of types of jewellery. “There is a charge for the breakaway chains but,” she leant in close and whispered, “You can get those at the MiAC and save a fair bit.”

Darkstar giggled, “Thank you for the advice, Miss Juniper.”

“See you Wednesday, and lover boy can come too. Hope blood doesn't make him faint.”

“Lover boy is good, might make me faint though,” Darkstar looked at the chuckling Slate as he walked out of the store holding her hand. “You enjoyed that, didn't you?”

“She is as big an exhibitionist as you are,” explained Slate shamelessly and unapologetically, “Never turn down a chance to see some titties!”

Out in the mall, Darkstar quickly lifted her top and flashed Slate, dropping it down before any of the shoppers bustling about noticed what she had done. “You only have to ask, Master.”

“I know, but I like it when you improvise.”

“Like this, you mean?” Darkstar again lifted up her top, this time exposing her little breasts for a little longer, before dropping it back down over her chest. She was fairly sure a couple of guys had seen her, not that she cared about that.

“I can see the rings in them now,” Slate openly groped Darkstar’s breasts through the shirt, grinning and winking at the scandalised look a passing woman shot him, “Still, I want lunch.” Even though there was a perfectly good food court in the mall, they both wanted the Burger Joint. So, he took her out to his truck and held open the door.

Darkstar just smiled and got in the truck. “I need fuel. Big greasy unhealthy food.” Slate’s hungry look – for once not just hungry for her – told her he was of the same opinion. At the diner, a trip that didn’t take long, she asked, “What are you having, babes, my treat.”

“I would like a double quarter pounder with cheese, large fries and large chocolate shake. Oh, and two of those little apple pies.” He stopped her just before she walked through the doors, “I thought we'd go inside to eat, just check the area before you get too carried away with showing off your goods.”

“I'm good with that,” Darkstar walked in with Slate to the counter and she ordered what he had requested, “And I'll have a BJ special meal with cheesy fries and a chocolate fudge shake and vanilla ice cream, please.”

The lady working the counter, Springfield, spent as much time looking down Darkstar's top as she did ringing up the order. “That’ll be nineteen twenty eight, and sorry, no discounts for the show.”

Darkstar matched Springfield’s smile with one of her own. “In that case, I need to put on a better show,” she winked and slipped her purse from her shoulder and handed over a twenty bit note and a five along with it, “Keep the change, Springfield.”

If it was possible, Springfield’s smile grew wider, “I'll have the order to your table in a few minutes.”

“Thank you, miss!” Darkstar gave her a big smile and walked with Slate to an empty table. When she was seated though, the smile had evaporated like breath on a window, leaving no trace it was ever there. In its place was a more serious expression, one not normally seen on her.

“Did you enjoy that?” asked Slate, who paused when he saw the solemn look staring back at him from across the table. “What's on your mind?”

“Slate,” Darkstar looked down at the table and she fidgeted her delicate fingers together, “Do I take advantage of you?”

Wondering where on earth that came from, then realising it came from her fragile psyche, Slate said kindly, “Taking advantage is getting me to do something I wouldn't normally do, like getting me to smoke something. I am wrapped around your finger, but you love to make me happy, and I will go along with most if your ideas,” he leant over for a kiss, which she didn’t return, “I don't think you're taking advantage of me, but you do know what buttons to push.”

Darkstar allowed the kiss to bounce off of her cheek like a wave breaking against a sea wall. “Momma and Rocky said that, that I have you wrapped around my finger. Sorry…” her deep breath morphed into a sigh, “I’m sorry, Slate, I just worry.”

“I just admitted that’s true,” laughed Slate good naturedly, “But did I take advantage of you when you bought that butt plug?”

“No,” Darkstar shook her head, “Of course not, but…”

Without letting her finish, Slate cut across her, “But how long had I pestered you about pounding your ass, hmm?”

That was entirely beside the point, and Darkstar was going to tell him so, until she saw the look on his face. “Let's see,” she thought about it, “We've been together two years, um...eighteen months, give or take?”

“Persistence!” Slate grinned, “Could you take advantage of me? You can try, and I might let you if it’s something that interests me. Like piercing your tongue, but I did nudge you that your clit would be too much.” The zebra was pleased to see the solemn look leaving her face, “I'm glad Juniper was there. I think she showed you the piercings she had are the ones you really wanted.”

Darkstar didn’t only look relieved, she felt it too. “I agree with you on that, love, and you're right, they were what I wanted all along. And the clit thing would have been too much. You know I don't do a lot of pain.”

He knew. His pet was the girliest pinkest girl he knew – compared to his sister, all girls were princesses – just how he liked her. “I'll be sure when I tug your chains it’s the right amount of pain.”

She flashed him her five star smile, “Promise?”

Just then, Springfield bought over the tray of food, purposefully approaching the table in such a way that she might catch a glimpse up the girl’s short skirt. She was not disappointed. “Here’s your food, sir, miss.”

Seeing as how the waitress was so nice, Darkstar parted her white legs ever so, making sure Springfield got a good view she would remember. “Thank you, ma’am!”

“You are most welcome!” having stood there for a few minutes and ogled Darkstar until she’d had her fill, Springfield sauntered off with a smile.

“Just so you know,” Slate smirked as he lifted up his burger, “It is really hot to see your effect on others, and that if any of them go too far I'll stop it.”

“I know you will,” just for her Master’s benefit, Darkstar kept her legs open as she grabbed a couple of fries and polishing them off mercilessly, “I know how much you love me, because I love you the same.”

Considering that for a moment, Slate admitted, “This burger comes in a close second though,” he then took a big bite of said burger with a broad smile.

“I know what you mean,” Darkstar took a rather smaller bite of her burger as she considered everything. “And...thank you, for listening. Really listening. Makes me love you more.”

Affectionately, Slate reached over and took Darkstar's hand in his. “To truly love you I need to listen. I don't need to tell you what to do, but I will give advice if asked or correction if you stray. I'm not here to fix you, Darkie, I'm here to love you.” And loving her meant he loved the way a couple of teenagers a couple of tables away were openly staring straight between her legs.

Smiling, Darkstar spread her legs just a little wider and felt a great amount of satisfaction when one of the boys ran to the bathroom. “I just didn’t want momma or Rocky upset with me, I mean, you're almost three hundred in the hole just for today alone...”

“My money, my choice,” Slate countered, “It isn't like you're one for high end clothes or jewellery.” The zebra laughed, “Well, we will see about jewellery. My money has no meaning without you to enjoy it with me.”

“Alright,” Darkstar sighed at last, “My mind is at ease.” she winked and closed her legs, finally sparing the poor teen over the way, “As much as it ever is.”

Taking another big bite of his burger, Slate nodded, “Is my playful Darkie back, or do you have some other serious business to take care of?”

“Playful Me has returned,” as she demolished a big handful of her fries, Darkstar slipped her right foot out of her sandal and she caressed Slate's lower leg as proof of her return.

“I love you all the time, Darkie, but you are not the hardest person to read,” said Slate, who was at that moment enjoying what she was doing to his leg with her foot, “I'm happy you are willing to question things.”

“Open book, that's me!” Darkstar declared with a smile, “I at least wanted to pay for dinner, now that Bright finally sent me this month’s allowance.”

“You can lavish your money anytime you want, love.”

“Hence this marvellous feast!”

“Why I got pie!”

Giggling, Darkstar had an idea. “Do you want to put some of my ice cream on that and share?”

Returning her smile, Slate told her what he thought of that by dipping his pie into her ice cream and taking a bite. “That is a good idea, pet.” To show how good an idea it was, he did it again so he could put the creampie mixture in her mouth.

Swallowing the treat, Darkstar giggled as she had a dirty joke enter her head, “You know how much I love your creampie, Master.”

“Yes,” Slate commented, completely straight faced, “Yes I do.” He then repeated the process of dipping the apple pies in the ice cream until both pies were gone. All the time, Darkstar was moving her foot ever higher up for maximum teasing the more they ate, until she was a toe away from being indecent, not that Slate stopped her. “The no panties look is so you. Now, if you can put your sandal back on, I will need a minute or two so I can stand up and not flip this table.”

Giggling brightly, Darkstar slipped her foot back into her footwear. “Want to try out some of the new stuff when we get home?”

“I do, both with and on you.” Leaving the diner, the drive back home was a quiet one, as Slate didn't want to give anything away. And he liked to keep his pet guessing. That was part of the fun.

Beside him in the truck though, Darkstar couldn’t stay silent for very long, but she did know better than to ask about anything he might have planned, instead she brought up something else on her mind. “Slate...is it stupid to be worried about the scan tomorrow? I mean, we already know I'm pregnant.”

“I think it would be stranger to not be worried,” commented Slate after considering the question, “Having a positive result would make it all the more real. You'll be a mom, Darkie. You will not be alone.”

“I think that's the thing right there. The scan will make it official, y'know?”

Slate nodded as he drove, “I'm fond of order and official things. Just means more shopping.”

“I do love me some shopping.”

“For maternity clothes?”

“Amongst other things, sure.”

Laughing, Slate spared Darkstar a quick glance as he turned a corner and drove past a row of parked up cars, “You took that very well. I know for sure you'll make for a fine mother.”

“I only took that so well because I want to look at that Carousel Boutique place over near CHS,” explained Darkstar, revealing her hidden motive, “Bright gets his dresses from there.”

“As long as I get to watch you change outside the changing room.”

When they got back home, Slate and Darkstar found Rockslide and Sea Salt were watching an episode of their favourite show Out of Zebrica they had recorded earlier. “Any new holes?” asked Rockslide without looking away from the TV screen.

“Not yet,” Darkstar smiled and removed her loose top – it was a miracle it had remained on as long as it had – and she tossed it to the zebra on the couch, “On Wednesday these little beauties will have rings in them.”

Sneakily, Slate wrapped his left hand around his pet’s waist and reached far enough to deliver a devastatingly effective tickle poke right in her belly button, “As will this one,” he smirked.

“Young folk…” muttered Sea Salt with a roll of her eyes.

“Are adventurous!” finished off Rockslide.

“GAaaaAHahahaha!” Darkstar, who was notoriously ticklish, immediately doubled over and started laughing the very instant Slate began tickling her. Her knees buckled and she flopped boneless into Slate's side.

“I should sell tickets for that piercing if she is this ticklish,” laughed Slate, his fingers unrelentingly attacking her belly and ripping more laughs from her.

“I'll buy one,” Rockslide volunteered instantly, almost before her little brother had stopped speaking, “And one for momma, too.”

“Wednesday, two p.m. in the mall,” Slate held Darkstar in place with one hand while the other was tickling her so thoroughly she was starting to cry, “So I'm hoping I'll get off work.”

“I'll mark it,” Rockslide smirked, glad it wasn’t her being tickled like that, “Should be a good show.”

Finally taking pity on his pet, Slate decided to show her some mercy and he stopped tickling her, only to pick her up easily in his strong arms. “When's dinner, momma?”

“Thirty minutes, child.”

“Plenty of time,” without another word, the terracotta zebra carried Darkstar bridal style upstairs to their bedroom.

“Do you think they'll keep this up when she’s big and round?” asked Sea Salt who, when she noted that her daughter was looking wistfully at the stairs and not at her, waved her hand in front of her eyes.

Rockslide did at least have the grace to blush when she had been caught out. Didn’t stop her looking though. “Ooooh all my fantasies hope they do, momma…” she sighed, before she went back to watching their show on the TV.

Since she was being carried, Darkstar was happy to wait until they were at the top of the stairs to start kissing Slate’s neck and the ear she could reach. No stranger to that, Slate took his pet’s shenanigans in his stride. “I love you too.” He carried her into the bedroom and stood her up in an open area. “Stay pet.”

“Yes Master,” she stood roughly at attention, with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands behind her back.

Slate got the new book he had bought and he turned to a page that caught his attention. “What do you think of suspension, pet?”

“I think it looks fun, Master,” Darkstar answered quickly, “And I think you have a look in your eye like you really want to give it a go.”

“I do,” Slate gave her a wry smile, always impressed at how willing she was to try new things, “But first I'll have to install some hardware in the ceiling. Tonight, I'm going for some arm bondage,” he said as he turned to a different page, “So I will have to feed you at dinner.”

Full of curiosity, Darkstar looked at the page Slate had turned to, “That makes the sub look like she's wearing an armbinder…”

“True,” Slate agreed as he delved into the toy box in the closet for a couple lengths of rope, “But a far more affordable one. I think I'll do a leg binding too, so I'll have to carry you around.”

Darkstar shrugged her shoulders. She’d never really seen the point of an armbinder. “I'd rather wear your ropes anyway. More intimate I think,” she stole a quick kiss before the scene started proper, “Carry me, position me, I'm good with that, Slate.”

“We shall see,” Slate laid the lengths of rope out on the bed, along with a couple other fun things, “What do you say if it gets to be too much?”

“Untie me,” Darkstar replied confidently, “Or Red, Master.”

Slate proceeded to take his time with the arm binding. He carefully wound the rope around her limbs behind her back above and below her elbows and around her shoulders until her arms were immobile. He even included a bonus breast binding that swelled her B cups up to impressive Ds. “I do think this is my kink, pet.” He said as he admired his work.

“And it's a Green from me!” Darkstar looked down at her body and smiled, “You gave me decent boobs again!”

“I love your boobs, all the time,” Slate picked up the tube of strawberry lube out, “Can you guess what’s next, pet?”

“Spelunking time, Master?”

Brandishing the lube like a weapon, Slate nodded. “I need to test out that new toy we bought.” The zebra was very liberal with the strawberry flavoured lube. He used both his fingers and especially his thumb, applying the lube inside and out.

“Hmmm,” helpfully, Darkstar had bent over the bed and arched her back downwards, thrusting her ass outwards to allow him better access to her backside, “I am getting used to your thumb in my butt, Master.”

“Now for the plug,” Slate picked up the inflatable toy and liberally coated it in copious amounts of the strawberry flavoured lube, “Looks simple enough, insert, push this button that is outside your ass to inflate. Ready?”

Playfully, Darkstar wiggled her bubble butt in Slate’s face, “Ready Master.”

Hypnotised for a few seconds by Darkstar’s jiggling butt, Slate slowly and carefully inserted the butt plug, and then he inflated it with five squeezes until he heard her gasp and then he taped the antenna to her leg. That done, he inserted a vibrating egg into her sopping wet vagina and taped that antenna to her leg. “Now for the embarrassing part.”

“I’m glad you stopped at five squeezes. Wow,” Darkstar checked herself, “I feel full, like really full back there.” Looking over her shoulder, she saw Slate go to the dresser and he opened the top right drawer that only had one type of item in it, her underwear. “Panties?” she cocked her head, struggling to remember the last time she wore any.

Smirking, Slate pulled out a pretty pink pair of panties with a smiling cat on the butt. “I did say it would be embarrassing, or well, you won't be bare assed,” he chuckled at his own joke.

At the sight of the panties, Darkstar blushed bright red at the super cute garment she was about to wear. Not the worst thing in the world, least they were pink. “Green, Master.”

“Excellent,” Slate didn’t bother to keep the smirk from his voice, “I'd hate for you to miss dinner.” Grin firmly in place, he slipped the panties up his pet's long slender legs and he made sure they fit snugly in place.

“Considerate as ever, Master.”

Once the toys were in place, and the panties were snugly fitted over them, Slate moved Darkstar to sit on the desk chair which he had just moved away from the desk. “Now for your legs, which is why the panties had to go on first.”

Darkstar accepted the logic of that and she pressed her legs together to help him. Slate though had other ideas. He went to the closet and he came back with a spreader bar he had made at work from a recycled broken rake. He spread Darkstar's ankles until he was able to tie her ankles to the eyebolt at the end of the bar. Then, he wrapped each ankle so there would be no chaffing. Next, he ran the ropes up to her thighs and made a thigh wrap.

With the addition of the spreader bar, Darkstar felt remarkably exposed what with her legs forced apart like that. She was so moist between her legs that her panties were moulded to the exact shape of her vagina. It was strangely more exposed than going out with no panties on at all, and it showed on her face.

Seeing the mix of confused emotions on her face, Slate took a moment to gently kiss Darkstar’s lips, “Still green, pet?”

“Green. It just feels...really exposed,” Darkstar shifted uncomfortably, shuffling her bare feet, “Like, vulnerably exposed, and it's odd, ‘cos I don't normally feel like that.”

“I'll say you're really looking sexy in the panties. I wasn't going to be mean to my sis and put a bra on you but this still leaves her something to undress with her eyes,” Slate then kissed her and at the same time, he reached a hand into his pocket and he set both the plug and the egg to their low setting. “Time to go downstairs.”

“Mmmm I-I really like that...” Darkstar bit her lip and she sighed happily now that the toys were buzzing away inside her.

Smiling, Slate wrapped his bound pet up in a loving hug, “I seek your true happiness, and not something you could pretend to please me. I love you.”

“Yellow,” Darkstar looked very serious as she used the code to temporarily halt the game. “I never pretend, Slate, and I don't ever lie.” Born under the Sign of Honesty, she couldn’t be false if she tried. “You always make me happy, and it makes me even happier when I share my happy with you.”

“My love is true,” Slate looked Darkstar in her yellow eyes, “I know you don't lie, but I worry when you hide behind a façade. Every day is a fight for you to make it through. I'm not always there, but never think you're alone.”

Darkstar let out a sigh, “You make the fight easier for me to win. You, momma, Rocky and now this one here,” she looked down at her belly, “Make me want to win. Tomorrow isn't a marathon anymore.”

Carefully, Slate picked his lover up in his strong arms, “Time for your debut. I do love making my sis jealous.”

“Green,” Darkstar restarted the scene now she was in her Master’s arms, “And you are awful, you know that right?” she giggled, “But I do love you for it.”

Laughing lightly, Slate took care as he negotiated the bedroom door so as not to hit her head or her feet on the frame. “I am awful,” he grinned, “And I'm not going to change. Since we went out last night, that means goat tonight. Yummy!”

Darkstar couldn’t resist. “Let's goat to it!”

On the stairs on the way down to the kitchen, Slate shook his head. “Seems like someone is hoping for some pun-ishment later…”