Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

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…” carrying his pet in his arms, Slate walked past the living room and saw that it empty.

In the dining room, Rockslide was sitting, waiting for them. “Just in time,” she smirked, especially at Darkstar’s ‘dress’, “Momma is finishing up. Seems Darkie is all tied up, so I'll help her.” Giving the teenager a long, hard, lingering leer, Rockslide got up and moved to the kitchen.

In the dining room, Slate pulled out a chair so that Darkstar could sit. “Thank you Master,” she bowed a little, as much as she could, and she sat on the chair, where she shifted her ass a little as the plug went in a little deeper. “Ooh yeah…that hits the spot.”

Once she was seated, Slate moved the chair in a bit, though he made sure that his sister would still be able to get an eye full, although it would be obvious if she did. He sat next to her and put his hand between Darkstar's thighs, “Not too damp yet.”

“I’m getting there,” Darkstar grinned, the faint buzzing barely audible, “Mmmmm that egg's starting to really hit my spot, Master.”

Leaning over, Slate whispered into Darkstar's ear, “If you're a good girl I'll turn them up to medium. If you're a good naughty girl, I’ll turn them up to high. But if you're just naughty, I'll turn them off.”

As Slate kissed her, Rockslide and Sea Salt walked in carrying the food on large trays, leaving Darkstar determined to be a good naughty girl. Food on the table, Rockslide sat down and bent to look under the table. “I didn't know it was a formal dinner.”

Sea Salt looked to her daughter as she sat at the head of the table, “What?”

Rockslide turned a smirk to her mother, “Darkie has panties on. Cute panties.”

Blushing deep red, Darkstar fidgeted and squirmed on the seat, heavily breathing thanks to the toys in her holes. It was amazing to her how nobody could hear the buzzing of the egg. “I’m glad you like the view, Rocky.”

“You’ll get no complaints from me,” Rockslide said as Slate prepared one plate with a bit of everything and proceeded to alternate feeding himself and Darkstar from it.

“Seems the boy has figured out how to cut down on dishes needed to be washed!” laughed Sea Salt as she watched her son feed her soon to be daughter in law. Bondage wasn’t for her, but she had to admit that Darkstar looked rather good wearing the ropes like she did.

The bound teen winked at Rockslide, thoroughly enjoying the red tinge that coloured her blue striped cheeks. She had done that, and boy did she feel empowered as a result. “No complaints from me, momma.”

Once the full plate of zebran cuisine finished, Slate treated his pet and he turned both egg and butt plug up to medium and he loaded it up again ready for round two. Like a good pet, Darkstar ate when Slate fed her, this time though, under the cover of a pleasured moan, she landed some food on his arm. “Ooops...”

Raising an eyebrow, Slate held up his forearm so his pet could lick up the spilled food. Obediently, Darkstar lowered her head and licked up her spill. As they ate, the conversation between Rockslide and Sea Salt moved to what was happening on ‘Out of Zebrica’. “Are they still on the doctor cheating on his wife with the secretary storyline?” asked Darkstar.

“Yes,” replied Sea Salt eagerly, “But the latest twist is the wife was hitting up on a girl at the bar, and it was his secretary!”

Rockslide joined in, just as eager as her mother, “I don't think either of them knew.”

“That certainly is new,” giggled Darkstar, “The writers can have new ideas after all.”

“I'm betting the two ladies find out about each other and dump the doctor.”

Sea Salt swallowed her mouthful of food and, using her fork to make her point, said, “I think the doctor and his wife will get back together over money.”

“Rocky,” Darkstar tried to distract herself from the mounting pleasure in her loins by joining in with the conversation – it was an attempt she was only barely winning – at the table, “I bet you'd love to see the wife and secretary together.”

Slate though spoke up before the talk could descend ever further along the banal rabbit hole of soap opera, “Another prefect meal, momma,” he complimented his mother with an empty plate, “The goat was so tender.”

Rockslide sat back and patted her slightly swollen belly, “My tummy is happy.”

“It was proper yummy!” Darkstar grinned, “You'd have to goat a long way to beat that, momma.”

At the pun, which was of course awful, Sea Salt rolled her eyes so loudly that the neighbours heard it, “That is my sign to get dessert.”

Rockslide though laughed out loud, “I used to say that all the time.”

“Used to,” said Slate who rolled his eyes in a good imitation of his mother.

Before Darkstar could make with any more of her Goddess awful puns, Sea Salt returned with a rather splendid pie and a bowl of cream carried on a plate like it was a revered heirloom. “Strawberry and rhubarb pie!” she announced, and duly both Rockslide and Slate lit up at the arrival of the dessert.

However, when Slate went to feed Darkstar a spoonful of the mouth-watering pie, Darkstar shook her head. “I've had enough, Master, but thank you momma.”

While Slate raised an eyebrow, Sea Salt looked absolutely scandalised. “Is there something wrong with the pie?” she asked, wondering who this imposter was that was wearing Darkstar’s skin.

Before Darkstar could answer, Slate casually turned the butt plug up to its highest setting, a reward for his pet. “N-No...Mmmmm yeeEEEESS I-I mean no!” she screamed as the vibrations went straight up to her core, “Nothing wr-wrong, momma!”

Again, Slate tried to feed Darkstar some of the pie, but she bit her lip and shuddered, clamped her mouth closed and shook of the head. It took all her nerve to refuse because she was actually bouncing on the chair trying to get herself off on the plug. Smirking in victory, Slate flipped the egg to high as well. “All the more for me!”

“Is someth...” Rockslide interrupted her mother with a nudge to her ribs and she gave her a knowing winks. Sea Salt put two and two together and her eyes went wide with realisation. “Oh, well it will be good tomorrow. You may have fed her too much, son.”

Slate nodded to his sister and mother, “Maybe.”

On her chair, Darkstar was breathing heavily, and her bit lip gave way to a loud moan, “M-Master please...I-I'm close...c-can I cum please?” she pleaded as the crotch of the pink panties were soaked through and her thighs were glistening wet with her arousal.

“Nope!” Slate gleefully ate his pie with relish at his pet’s predicament while Rockslide dropped a hand to her crotch with no hint of hiding what she was about to do.

“Good work, boy,” Sea Salt approved of her son’s actions, “Such thing isn't meant for the dinner table.”

Denied her chance to cum there and then, Darkstar clenched her eyes shut and she shook in place, trying desperately to ward off her impending doom at her coming climax, “Pl-Please Master,” she panted deeply, “Please!”

“Nope,” Slate refused her again, “You need to learn a bit of control, my love.”

“That goes for you too, daughter,” Sea Salt turned her authoritative eye to Rockslide who, even though she rolled her eyes, she did bring her hand back above the table. At least for now.

“Y-Yes…” Darkstar let out a very, very desperate whimper and she clenched her teeth, her whole body shaking as she bent over at the waist until her head touched the table, “Master!”

“It is okay to eat that pie faster, child,” Sea Salt said, taking sympathy with Darkstar’s plight. Laughing, Slate did wolf down the rest of his slice of pie. Once gone, he stood up and picked up Darkstar with a hand under her knees and her ass and he took her to the stairs.

Rockslide sighed once she was sat alone with her mother. “Both of them live to tease me, momma.” Sea Salt simply smiled and nodded, adding a little pat of her hand to her daughter’s head.

On the stairs, Darkstar was concentrating very, very hard on not climaxing. The last thing she wanted to do was disobey Slate. “Th-Thank you M-Master!” she was just relieved to be on the way back upstairs.

Seconds later and Slate entered their bedroom and he sat on his chair by the bed with Darkstar in his lap. As he nibbled hard on her ear, he whispered, “Cum for me, my lovely pet.”

“YEEeeeEEESSSS!” Darkstar rolled her head back and let it go at last, quivering as she came with an almighty squirt that would have landed on the floor but for the pink panties catching her discharge. “Oh wow...oh wow...th-that was intense!”

“You are such a naughty pet, my love.”

“I-I am...” Darkstar’s head rolled forwards and she panted in Slate’s lap.

Turning her around, Slate manipulated Darkstar so that her hips were on his lap and she was laid across it. The ropes and the spreader bar were a bit of weight, but they were now suspended from her thighs. The ropes binding her arms behind her back tightened as her upper body was now lower than her ass. Without warning, Slate delivered one spank to her behind, “Oh, you are really wet.”

“AAAAAH!” Darkstar squeaked due to the spank, and she was very grateful the panties were there right then, they offered her rear some measure of protection from the zebra's hand. “Yes Master, I'm wet!”

Standing, Slate wrapped an arm around Darkstar's waist so that she dangled at his side like a freshly caught haddock, showing that landscaping did build muscles. He walked over to the purchase bag from the mall and he pulled out the paddle. “She should keep my hand from getting wet.”

Darkstar twisted her head just enough to allow her to see the paddle that Slate brandished in his hand, “I-I'm sorry for wetting your hand, Master!”

“You wet a lot more than just my hand,” Slate sat back down with Darkstar laid out across his lap and he just rubbed the paddle teasingly over her raised buttocks, silently mapping out his targets.

“I'm sorry Master!” cried Darkstar as she tried to squirm her vulnerable ass away from the impending punishment to come. She knew she wasn’t as sorry as she was about to be in a few minute’s time.

While she was laid out over his knee, the ropes she wore wouldn't let Slate swing for the fences like he wanted to. Instead, he applied two quick whaps of the paddle, one to each cheek, and to his delight, the wet panties made for a very interesting squelching sound under the impact.

“One!” without being ordered to, Darkstar started counting along like she did last time she had been spanked by her Master, “AAH t-two!”

Slate couldn’t help but laugh, “Now you want to be a good girl!” he exclaimed before delivering two more strikes to his pet’s upturned rear. By the moon above, it was a sight he adored to the end of the earth.

“Th-Three! OOooOOOW!” Darkstar howled and squirmed uselessly as her white ass started to turn a shade of pink somewhat resembling the panties she wore. “Four!” that pink quickly became a shade of red.

“I'm sure the panties would give you more protection if they weren't so wet,” he then gave her two more firm strikes, aiming at different points of her butt with every impact of the paddle.

“OOOOOW!” Darkstar screamed out loud and, as she bit back a retort, she could feel the mirth in his gut as he spanked her like a naughty child. Swallowing the comeback on her lips, she simply squirmed even more. She could almost feel her ass getting even more and more red with counts five and six, “I-I'm sure they would!”

Happy with his handiwork, Slate rested the paddle on Darkstar's lower back so he could use his left hand to push the gusset of the panties in her vagina so deep he touched the vibrating egg. “Don't want that falling out.”

“By the moon above!” screamed Darkstar as more of her juices leaked out of her snatch with the insertion of her sopping wet panties inside her, which further wetted his hand.

“Wow, that egg is really going to town!” Slate was genuinely impressed, then he raised his hand to cover the base of the butt plug that was framed under the seat of the panties, “This is, too.”

“Master I-I'm gonna cum again!”

Using his hand this time, Slate gave Darkstar two more quick smacks to the cheeks that he had pre-reddened with the paddle, “I didn't say you couldn't, pet.”

“FuuUUUUUCK!” with an almighty scream, Darkstar did cum, and she was enjoying the climax so much that she didn't count the last two smacks. How could she keep count when she was exploding inside with the sheer power of her latest orgasm?

Smirking, Slate reached inside his pet’s dripping vagina and with two fingers he pushed the egg right up against the underside of Darkstar’s throbbing clitoris. The hand that had been resting on her upper back slid around to toy with her hard nipples. “Cum for me again.”

With that order, Darkstar showed what a good and obedient pet she was and she promptly orgasmed for the third time, loudly and very enthusiastically. “Th-Thank you MaaAAAASTER!” utterly spent, she slumped over his knee.

While she was riding out her orgasm, Slate unfastened the ankle wrap so that he could remove the spreader bar, and then he removed the thigh wrap that freed Darkstar's legs. That done, he set the butt plug and egg down to low.

Darkstar made a vague noise that might have been a 'thank you' when the toys inside her were set to low. Her legs, once freed, flopped like wet spaghetti. Carefully, Slate undid the ropes binding Darkstar’s arms behind her back. “You held up rather well under all that stimulus, pet.”

“I…I-I h-had to d-do as I was told…” Darkstar panted, not making any attempt whatsoever to move from Slate's lap, “My Master told me I couldn't cum, so I didn’t cum.”

Slate had never felt so powerful and in control of his pet than he did at that moment in time. “Momma took pity on you and rushed me out of the room,” he grinned as he slipped off Darkstar's panties and he held them up to his nose for a deep sniff. “Very wet indeed.”

They were so wet that Darkstar’s fluids were dripping from them. “I knew there was a reason I love momma…” At long last, Slate turned off the butt plug and he twisted the knob to deflate it before slowly, playfully, working it out of her ass. Darkstar had a rather cute little gape for a moment following the removal of the plug, then her sphincter closed up pretty quick. She whined at the sudden empty feeling back there.

Slate didn't turn off the vibrating egg straightaway. Only after he had worked it out of her and used it to play with her clit some more did he finally turn it off, leaving Darkstar panting deeply, “Thank you, Slate…”

Once all the ropes and the toys had been removed and switched off and set aside on the dresser, Slate moved Darkstar so she was sat on his lap. “I had fun. I'm really liking the bondage, how about you?”

Wearing an exhausted but happy look on her face, Darkstar replied, “I love it!”

Placing the egg, the butt plug and the sodden panties in Darkstar's lap, Slate said, “When you're able, hand wash these. You may hang the panties to dry in the bathroom, but do put the toys away.”

“I just need a moment…” Darkstar spent that moment kissing, licking and nipping Slate's neck and ear then, when her heart rate had returned to normal, she slowly got up. On wobbly legs at first, after a few steps she was walking steady to the bathroom.

While she was busy washing the toys, Slate got himself undressed as his pants were really wet. She wasn’t gone long and, when she came back with the egg and plug, which were both cleaned and dried, she put them away in the night stand drawer. “Hmmmm,” she admired the view of her lover’s firm naked body, “Now there's a sight I'll never get bored of.”

“I could use a cleaning and so could you,” Slate took Darkstar's hand and he led her into the shower in their private bathroom. He wasn’t that worried if either his sister or mother came upstairs and saw them, as it was a bit early for them to go to bed.

“I'd be honoured to wash you again, my love.”

“I’m not sure if squirting on me counts as washing,” joked Slate as he got into the shower with his fiancé. He resolved, as she turned on the hot water and reached for the shampoo, to be very hands on with the cleaning. He only hoped she’d be likewise.

“I think it counts!” she grinned, and much to Slate’s delight, she was as enthusiastically handsy with him as she was with her.

~ ~ ~

The next day, and just like always, Slate went off to work with the rising of the sun, leaving Darkstar asleep in the bed. She didn’t wake, and he didn’t have the heart to wake her up. Four hours later, at just before eleven in the morning, she at last came down. “Hey momma,” she greeted Sea Salt, who was the only other one in the house.

“Morning child,” Sea Salt greeted the naked teenager with a broad easy smile. She was used to this by now. “Help yourself to the kitchen,” she knew it was safe, only the sharp knives were locked up, the regular utensils still accessible.

“Sorry about the time, momma,” Darkstar stopped at the entrance to the living room, where Sea Salt was watching the morning news and, with her hair doing a good imitation of a wild hedgerow, she trudged into the kitchen. “Mattress didn't want to let me go today.”

“I’m sure the sheets had you tied up, hun,” Sea Salt commented from the sanctuary of her comfy chair.

Darkstar did nothing to stop her long grey hair looking an utter disgrace as she made herself a sandwich of leftover curried goat, which tasted just as good as it did the night before. “One of those 'don't want to exist' mornings,” she explained, “Would you like coffee, momma?”

“Yes, please.” Of course she wanted coffee. She was a zebra!

Ten minutes later, and Darkstar came into the living room carrying a tray with two milky coffees and her sandwich, which she set down on the coffee table between Sea Salt’s chair and the couch. “Made it how you like it momma, one sugar stirred three times clockwise.”

Smiling, Sea Salt sipped her coffee, she swore she could taste the difference between the clockwise stirring and when it was done any old how. “Are you ready for today?”

“Not really,” Darkstar sighed deeply, “It just took me four hours to muster enough pep to get out of bed.”

“How much of that is down to the new meds,” asked Sea Salt shrewdly, “And how much is knowing that you are really and truly pregnant?”

Sitting on her spot on the couch, Darkstar’s shoulders slumped, “I'd say it was an even fifty / fifty, momma.”

“Well,” the elderly zebra turned back to the news program, which was detailing the sad events of an airship crash in the Manehatten Docks and the firefighters who had been called to the scene, “I can't change any of that, but I'm looking forward to you as a mother and I get a grandchild to go with it!”

“I keep going from wohoo to uuugh!” Darkstar took a long much needed sip of her coffee and she felt the life giving liquid spread slowly through her body, waking her up with the divine caffeine, “Requiem says it's normal. I don’t even know what normal is, momma.”

A few moments later, and the front door opened just a teeny bit and Slate's voice could be heard on the other side. “If I catch Darkie lounging around on the couch in the nude, I'm going to make her wear underwear to the clinic.”

The door didn't open any further and Sea Salt just looked at Darkstar with a wide smile on her wide face, the one she usually reserved for when she won at Bridge with her friends.

“Shit!” exclaimed Darkstar and, in one fluid motion, she was up off the couch like it had been electrified and grabbed her sandwich. “Sorry momma, I didn't mean to swear!” she ran off up the stairs. In the bedroom, she alternated between quickly throwing on her hot pink mini skirt and an equally hot pink crop top that exposed her belly and sandals and eating her goat sandwich.

After hearing the commotion, Slate judged it was safe to enter and he opened the door. “Hello momma,” he said innocently, “Have you seen Darkie?”

“She’s upstairs,” she pointed with a finger to the ceiling.

“What,” Slate spoke loud enough that he knew he would be heard upstairs, “Don't tell me she never got out of bed?”

“She came down to eat,” Sea Salt’s eyes twinkled with fun at joining in the game, “I think she’s getting ready for the appointment.” She beamed when she saw her son take a seat on the couch, sitting on the spot she knew was still warm.

Up in the bedroom, Darkstar didn’t even attempt to tame the wild mess that was her bed head, instead she put it up in a pony tail and only when she had her collar on her neck did she come downstairs 'dressed'. Standing to greet her, Slate gave her a welcoming hug and a kiss, “Ready to go?”

“Ready!” Darkstar gasped, ever so slightly breathless from having to dress herself at light speed. She covered that by swiping up her still warm coffee and downing it in one gulp. Zebran rule one, don’t waste coffee.

Taking Darkstar’s delicate hand in his much stronger one, Slate bade farewell to his mother and led his pet out of the house. On the way to his truck, she squeezed his hand. “You okay?”

“I'm very okay,” Slate grinned and angled his head forwards just slightly, “And you have no underwear on. I guess you're okay too?”

Darkstar paused at the passenger door, before Slate could open it for her. She knew she had to be honest with him, not that she had a choice in that regard. “I've been going back and forth between okay and not okay at all most of the morning. Right now, I'm okay. Ish.”

“It's a Monday,” Slate said that like it explained everything. “Me and Rocky at work and momma holding down the fort. I know she gives you all the space you may need, even if it isn't the space you want.”

“Momma's been great,” Darkstar admitted as she got up into the passenger seat of the truck, not as carefully as some might be, given the circumstances. “She's spent the last half hour with my head in her lap stroking my hair.”

“She is great,” conceded Slate and, after looking long and hard at her exposed ass cheeks that hung below the hem of the mini skirt, he got in the driver’s seat, “But would you like her to visit you in the room if you don't come down for breakfast?”

Darkstar thought about it for a moment before she answered, which was enough time for Slate to pull out and start driving to their appointment, “Yeah, I think I would. She nearly had to; it was eleven before I got up.”

“Now for the hard part. You have to ask her.” Slate steered his truck down the not too busy Canterlot suburbs, “I could, but I'm not going to do that for you. I love you too much to run that part of your life. While I do love the control, I don't want a doll for a wife.”

“I know,” Darkstar rested her head against the glass of the door window, “There's control and then there's control, and I get the difference between the two.”

“Good. Any fears about this?”

“Loads,” Darkstar snorted a mirthless laugh, “Loads and loads, but knowing you're here and I'm not alone with this means I'm not dwelling on them.”

“Share them with me, Rocky, or with momma.”

“I have, and I will. You know my biggest fear, about ending up like mom. I've found giving up control to you is really helping me with that.”

“I have been worried I was taking too much of your life away from you, but I think we have found a happy balance.”

Moving her head away from the window, Darkstar managed a genuine smile, “And you looked so cute last night when you realised you'd found your kink.”

Turning onto the college street, Slate spared her a smile of his own, “You looked cute and you look even cuter in the panties I know you're not wearing. Good save.”

“Apparently, I can move quickly when I need to,” Darkstar laughed and leant over the seat so she could kiss his cheek.

After they had arrived at the campus clinic, and after Slate had found them a spot in the visitor’s lot, he parked up. Exiting the truck, he walked around and opened Darkstar's door holding out a hand for her. “Together.”

“Together!” Darkstar hopped out the truck and, not bothering to check that the skirt was covering anything, she walked alongside Slate towards the building.

Slate though, ever the protective dominant, did look. To his relief, the pink mini skirt was down, but it was only covering the crease of his pet’s ass. If one were to look for any length of time, they’d see her cheeks for sure. He was pleased that her top was loose and the view was nice. “I'll let you do the talking, pet,” he said as they entered the building.

“Thank you,” she whispered, “Master.” Darkstar then walked up to the reception desk and coughed to get the woman’s attention. “Good afternoon miss, I’m sorry to bother you.”

The woman, who was 'Delilah', going by her name tag, looked up from her paperwork and almost fell off her chair. She swore students got sluttier every year. “Hello,” she was ever the professional, “How can I help you today?” ‘Besides finding you some decent clothes,’ she thought.

“I'm enrolled here and I was hoping you could point us to the infirmary, please?”

“What services do you need?” asked Delilah, though she had a few suspicions based on the clothing the girl was almost wearing and on the zebra by her side. ‘They let anyone in here now…floozies and foreigners…’

Even though there was a room full of people, from staff to students, Darkstar didn't bother to keep her voice down, “We need a confirmation on a pregnancy test, please miss.”

“Well then,” Delilah rolled her eyes as several students now openly gawped at the girl in front of her, “How long since your last period?”

“Should've happened just over ten days ago, and nothing!” Darkstar exclaimed, fully aware that she was being looked at, “And I'm usually regular as clockwork down there, never miss.”

“Okay,” Delilah grunted, disliking what she deemed a trollop more and more, “I'll put five weeks. Do you have an appointment?”

“Not as such, no, we were hoping to go straight in.” Darkstar parted her legs a few inches, purposefully knowing her skirt would ride up and give the watching students in the reception area something to really look at.

‘Never would have happened in my day…’ Delilah frowned daggers at the display before her, “Okay, well the official test is an outpatient procedure. Have a seat, it will be about fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, miss!” oblivious to the foul look that Delilah was shooting her way, Darkstar walked over with Slate to a couple of empty seats and she let him sit down first.

When he was seated, Slate pulled Darkstar down onto his lap where his hand held down the front of her skirt. “You're doing well, pet.”

Seated on Slate’s lap, Darkstar snuggled her bare ass down on his crotch, giggling softly as a girl a few feet away almost walked into a door frame because of her. “Thanks to you, Master.”

Twelve minutes later and Delilah waved at Darkstar from her desk, prompting Slate to bite her ear to get her attention, “I think that is for you, pet.” He then helped her to her feet, but only so he could make sure the mini skirt was covering something.

“Alright,” Darkstar squared her shoulders, “Here we go.”

When she got to the desk, Delilah handed over a clipboard with a pen. “Please go to room four and fill this out. The nurse will be there in around five minutes.”

“Thank you,” Darkstar took the offered clipboard and with that in hand she walked with Slate down the hall to another reception area with one seat and an examination bed.

“Looks like you’re on my lap again.”

“I'm good with that,” Darkstar again sat her ass down which, thanks to the shortness of her skirt, rode up and bared said ass. She looked at the fairly standard form as she rubbed her butt over Slate's lap. “I hope the course I’m taking will be as easy as this form…”

“That first question,” Slate grinned as he looked over her shoulder, “Name, looked pretty tricky to me.”

Pouting, Darkstar dug her elbow back into his ribs, “I don't agree with sex as 'F'. I should get at least an A.”

“I thought you'd put Y,” snickered Slate from behind her.

“Y as in ‘Yes Please’?” countered Darkstar with a roll of her yellow eyes as she filled in the rest of the form, “Only from you, handsome.”

Just after she had finished with the form on the clipboard, a nurse walked in, her nametag identifying her as 'Red Lace'. “Hello,” she greeted the couple with an easy going smile, “I understand you wish to confirm your pregnancy?”

“Yes ma'am,” Darkstar nodded, “If it's not too much trouble.”

Still with her smile in place, Red Lace took the clipboard from the clearly nervous girl and studied the form, “Not at all, Darkstar.” She then turned to Slate, “Are you support or more?”

“I'm the father.”

Red Lace’s smile grew wider when she heard that. “Ah, the good kind of support. Excellent!” After placing the paper in a folder, she wrote Darkstar’s information on the label. “What are you majoring in?”

“He’s my fiancé, Slate.” Darkstar introduced the zebra and, put at ease by the nurse’s smile, gave her one of her own. “I’m studying languages, specifically Zebran, Griffon and Dragonese, ma'am.”

“Quite the talent,” Red Lace beamed, a twinkle in her eye, “Though I suppose you have a head start in Zebran?” she got a plastic cup, “Think you can fill this now? If not, I can get you a bottle of water.”

“No, no,” Darkstar took the cup from the nurse, “I'm good to go now.” Once Red Lace had shown her where the bathroom was and gave her a top to seal the cup, Darkstar thanked her and she was on her way. Ten minutes later, she emerged with a full cup, “All done!”

“Please have a seat, I'll need to draw some blood from you,” Red Lace said as she took the cup and placed it safely on the counter.

“B-Blood?” Darkstar froze in place like ice water had been poured through her veins, “H-How much blood, exactly?”

Smiling her usual warm smile, Red Lace held up a small plastic vial, “Only about twenty millilitres. I promise you won’t miss it.”

“A-Alright…” as she sat in the chair, an apprehensive expression passed over Darkstar’s face and she looked even paler than was normal for her. Why did they have to make her bleed?

“I like your honesty on the form,” Red Lace complimented Darkstar as she skimmed the document on the clipboard, “How long have you taken Haldol, and did you take something different before that?”

“I've taken it for a few days now,” replied Darkstar, feeling a little at ease the more the nurse smiled that sweet smile at her, “I took these other two drugs before that. For depression, and well...I have a problem with self-harming…”

Quietly, Red Lace held up both of the teenager’s hands, her wrists up where she could see them and inspect them closely. She liked what she saw. Not the scars in general, but that the scars were old. “It looks like you haven't done this in a while.”

Darkstar shook her head, “Not for seven months now. Doesn't mean I don't have a problem though, does it?”

Red Lace placed a rubber tourniquet around Darkstar's upper left arm as she contemplated her response to that. “Often, it is a problem for life, but I think you have someone with you that will stay with you through it. You can look away now.”

“Thank you,” ever squeamish, Darkstar closed her eyes and turned her head away. In spite of the terror she was expecting, she only felt a slight pinch when the nurse inserted the Vacutainer into her arm just below the elbow and then she put the collection tube in that.

In less than thirty seconds, Red Lace removed everything and taped some gauze over the needle hole. “All done!” to her amusement, the teenager was reacting like she had just gone through a major invasive operation. “Okay, you can come in any time after two p.m. tomorrow to pick up your results. They will also be mailed to you, but that takes a week.”

“Momma can bring you in tomorrow, pet.” Slate said, not letting go of her hand like he had held it since she had sat down after coming out the bathroom.

“Should the results be positive,” started Red Lace, “I'll have some prenatal vitamins prescribed for you. The Haldol will be fine. By the way,” she asked out of curiosity, “Who is your psychiatric doctor?”

“Doctor Requiem, ma'am. And I think it will be positive,” Darkstar blushed, “We did five tests at home. All positive.”

Happy, Red Lace nodded approvingly, “I know of her and I’ve heard good things. Not met her yet, though. Well, as good as home tests are, we will let science show for sure, shall we? Have you given any thought how you want to do the birth?”

At that, Slate gave both Darkstar and the nurse a blank look, because he thought there was only one way a birth was done. Not that he was an expert. “As painlessly as humanly possible would be nice, ma'am,” Darkstar replied, and she sincerely meant every word.

That drew a mirthful chuckle from Red Lace. The teenager wasn’t the first to say that, and she wouldn’t be the last, either. “The college offers prenatal classes and Slate can attend them too. They will explain the options open to you, and you can choose from those. We will also schedule you for your first ultrasound scan.”

“Thank you, ma'am,” Darkstar’s blush reached as far as her ears, “I guess I'm not the first to ask for that, huh?”

“And you won’t be last, dear, don’t you worry,” Red Lace laughed, “The pain will vanish once you hold your baby. Otherwise nobody would ever have a second. Two o'clock tomorrow,” she said once the couple were both stood up, “Take care.”

“I will, thank you, ma’am!” out in the mostly student free hall, Darkstar whispered to Slate, “You know, Master...while we're here, we could visit that gazebo again…”

Slate knew there was a reason, among many, why he loved his pet so much. “You are dressed the part, pet.”

“I am, aren't I?” Darkstar smiled gleefully as she broke into a little skip that was so very close to showing off her goods to anyone who looked, “Want to take the back route this time?”

“As fun as that would be,” Slate covered the disappointment in his voice easily. He wasn’t that put out, he was still going to fuck his pet, after all, “I didn't bring the lube with me and the clean up afterwards is important.”

“Hmmm,” Darkstar had to concede that those two things were vitally important, particularly the lube. “That's why you're the sensible one, Master.”

“I'm not too sure about sensible,” smirked Slate, “But I'm not worried about it.” He then took Darkstar's hand and with her in tow, he headed for the Admin building and the gazebo in the grounds.

Excited, Darkstar skipped outside alongside her Master, who was cautiously looking left and right as they made their way to their destination. He noted there were more people around than there was the last time they were there, but that the gazebo was empty. “Are you okay with the same spot we were in last time?”

“Yes Master. That's a nice spot. And I got a rail to hold on to!”

“I'll try to not push you through it,” as he walked, Slate lowered his hand and let go of Darkstar's, but quickly the other hand crossed his body to take it back up while the first hand rode up the back of her pink mini skirt. “But no promises.”

Far from stopping the advance of her Master’s hand, Darkstar encouraged him with a playful wiggle of her bare ass. The exhibitionist in her loving the feel of the breeze on her rear. Slate glanced back, but no one was following them as he turned down the gazebo path. “Excited?”

Slate answered her by pulling Darkstar's hand low across his body, “Can you tell?” with her hand down over his crotch, she could tell by the bulge that greeted her. Smirking, Slate moved them both around the outside of the gazebo along the gravel until he reached the gap in the bushes. Once there, his hand slid off her ass cheek and came to rest between her cheeks as he pushed her forward to the railing. “I'm surprised you're not dripping down your leg, pet.”

“I-I am now...” Darkstar panted hard and, with her front shoved into the railing, almost on cue she started to drip fluids from her already wet pussy, juices that coated the zebra’s questing fingers.

Contrary to popular belief, men are able to multi task. Slate demonstrated his ability by simultaneously playing with Darkstar’s clit with one hand while the other hand first unfastened his belt and then his pants. “Nothing better than natural lubricant.”

“Oooooh I can't argue that…” Darkstar replied with a very needy groan as she parted her legs and ground her crotch back against her Master’s talented fingers.

After a couple of seconds, Slate removed his hand from his pet's labia and he raised them up to his mouth for a brief taste. “You're so sweet, pet,” he then moved that hand down to stroke his cock so he could spread that natural lubricant over his shaft. The free hand moved up under Darkstar's top where it groped a breast. “You ready?”

“Soooo ready!” Darkstar whined desperately, so needy was she for him to take her right there, now she had been wound up.

Behind her, Slate used his hand to guide his way inside her and, once his tip was past the entrance, he pushed forwards all the way until his hips bumped against Darkstar's ass. His cock throbbed, happy to be back in its fleshy sheath. Then, his hand moved around to push the mini skirt in between Darkstar's legs, where he rubbed her just above the entry point. “So warm and tight.”

“MMmmMMMPH yeeessss right there...” Darkstar panted and moaned as she gripped the hand rail tight, “Always sooo big!”

The dominant zebra adored the way his pet moaned for him. The noises she made were sweet music to his ears. In order to coax more of them from her, he thrust deep but slow. All the time he was fucking her, he had one hand rubbing her hard clit through the skirt and the other hand up under her top tweaking a nipple. He wanted to bring her to a climax first. “Cum for me pet,” he ordered after a few dozen slow thrusts, “Soak the ground.”

With each firm confident thrust inside her, Darkstar’s moans got lewder and more intense. Practically on command, Darkstar reached her climax, duly soaking the ground under her feet with her squirted ejaculate. But, she wasn’t that quiet… “YEEEEESSSSSS! Fuck yes!” she screamed, forgetting to not be loud.

As she rode out the pleasure high that was her orgasm, Darkstar saw something that poured cold water over her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall well-built man in a dark red suit and tie turn up the gazebo path. His whole bearing – and the brief case he carried - said he was not a student.

Unfortunately, a bush to Slate’s right blocked the terracotta zebra’s view of the approaching man. He was more focused on picking up the pace to bring them both to a climax together. “Sl-Slate…” Darkstar gasped as she was fucked over the hand rail, “MMmmm S-Slate...ooh moon...s-someone's coming!”

Completely misunderstanding the warning, Slate quipped, “You?”

“N-No…” she hissed, “N-Not me, i-it’s a guy!”

A couple of thrusts later and Slate stopped balls deep inside Darkstar’s pussy, and the hand that had been under her top moved to rest next to her hand on the rail as his other hand did the same on the other side. Feeling particularly playful, he started nibbling on her ear, using his hot breath to make her squirm.

“I so hate you…” Darkstar whimpered when she realised that Slate wasn’t going to pull out of her any time soon, nor stop biting her ear. However she couldn’t hate him for long and, biting her lip, she quietly murmured, “D-Don't you dare stop…”

The man entered the gazebo and straight away he saw the young couple outside in the bushes surrounding it. “It's okay to make out in the gazebo, you know,” he said by way of making conversation. But then, a second look, told him just what they were doing.

Even with the railing and bushes in the way, he could clearly see the back of the girl's short skirt pushed up and the zebra's belt was hanging unbuckled alongside her thighs. Smirking to himself, he moved over to sit on one of the benches opposite the adventurous couple. “Most wait until night for that activity,” he grinned and opened his briefcase, “Do carry on,” he said as he pulled out some papers, “I’m just doing some work on my syllabus.”

“What course?” asked Slate curiously, even though he was still buried root deep inside his pet’s cock holster.

“Language arts,” the stranger replied, “Are you both enrolled here?”

“I'm Slate, and this one is Darkstar,” the zebra introduced themselves as casually as if he was discussing the weather with one of his friends at work, and not paused in mid-fuck. “She is enrolled, I'm support.”

“So I see,” the man smirked, for he could see just how he was ‘supporting’ her. “I'm Night Flight.” He then waved a hand for them to continue as he looked over his syllabus notes with a red pen.

Slate was only too happy to continue with what he had been doing and he did just that, with long, slow steady strokes that went deep into his pet’s dripping wet muscular tunnel. He used both hands to grab a hold of Darkstar's hips, and his upper body bent her even lower over the rail.

Now and then, Night Flight glanced up from his work to watch their progress, not that Darkstar was thinking about him, not when she was being so thoroughly fucked by her Master. “B-By the moon's grace...” she moaned, and now that she had an active audience watching her - not a new thing, Sea Salt and Rockslide had watched them before - but this was different, and she was very much aroused and into it. “I-I'm studying l-laaaAAAAH-anguages!”

Watching them, Night Flight was impressed she could speak at all, let alone form a coherent sentence. “Pe o le tarako o se tasi o gagana o le a e aveina?” he asked, wondering if Dragon was one of the languages she would be taking.

“MMMmmm y-yeeeEESS sir,” Darkstar’s world exploded in wave after wave of pleasure, she saw stars and her eyes crossed as Slate thrust his cock back and forth, each stroke making his tip kiss her cervix, “A-Along with zebran and griffon!”

“Well,” Night Flight didn’t even bother to keep the amused tone from his voice, “I will be seeing you in class then,” he looked pointedly over his nose and down Darkstar’s top as she was sent forwards over the hand rail with the force of each thrust from the zebra behind her, “But not as much of you, if you understand my meaning?” he smiled broadly and went back to his work, still glancing up at the show now and again. One had to appreciate entertainment when it presented itself, after all.

Behind Darkstar, Slate picked up the pace as holding it back was almost becoming painful. Darkstar’s eyes rolled in her head as she answered, “I-I understand, sir!” she half screamed. She could tell her Master was nearing his peak and she thrust back firmly in an effort to get him off.

Slate gave a low quiet groan as he finally reached his peak and, hilting deep inside her for the last time, he unleashed his balls and emptied a torrent of semen deep in his pet’s pussy. Under all that stimulus, Darkstar let out another 'quiet' scream as she came yet again, loving the feeling of the baby batter dumped in her tunnel.

Smirking, Night Flight set down the paper he had been studying and he gave them a polite little 'golf' clap, “Are you married?”

Darkstar really hoped the teacher wouldn’t hold it against her that she was bent over the hand rail staring at the wooden floor of the gazebo with her hair hanging down like a greying Cousin It, “We will be by Hearths Warming, sir…”

“Yes,” Slate remained hilted inside Darkstar, making sure he was properly empty, “As per tradition.”

“Under the Cold Moon,” Darkstar looked up and, moving her long hair out of the way of her eyes, she saw the amused smile on the teacher’s face, “In December.”

“Shaba yangu ni mdogo ikilinganishwa na Baridi,” Night Flight said wisely as he gathered his papers back in his brief case. After watching that display of athletic love making, he urgently needed a bathroom.

“Sounds pretty good to me,” Slate grinned, feeling very pleased with himself, “What is the Equestrian name for the instructor? Baridi didn't translate well, Cold as a stone, was it?”

Night Flight laughed, “His name is Cold Stone,” he explained with a wink, “Which is why I teach Dragon.”

“Uh huh...” Darkstar blushed a deep, deep red, “I’m sorry sir...I blissed out for a moment there...”

“Then it seems your fiancé is doing his job then,” laughed Night Flight as he stood up and smoothed his suit, “Cold Stone would say 'clash of cultures.”

Sighing happily now that nature had softened him to the point he had slipped out of her, Slate quickly put himself away in his pants and, before he buckled his belt, he lowered Darkstar's pink skirt back over her ass and let her stand up straight. “True,” he agreed, “But I have been here for several years now.”

“Wow...” Darkstar felt the creampie filling her vagina and because of it, she felt exceptionally full down there. She only hoped nothing would leak out before she got back to the truck. “It ah...it was nice meeting you, Mr. Night Flight, sir.”

Slate spared the teacher a wave good bye and he wrapped an arm around Darkstar's waist. “If she does poorly in class, a note to me will fix her attitude.” He laughed as he led her away.

Barely able to walk upright unaided, Darkstar slumped into Slate’s side, happy that he was holding her waist. She didn’t trust her legs on their own. “That was incredible!”

“It was pretty hot,” Slate conceded, “And I'm glad it didn't escalate to something negative.”

With her head reasting against his shoulder, Darkstar’s cheeks flushed with a pink tinge, “It never occurred to me to say 'Red' and end it.”

Slate had noticed that too. Of course, he had been ready to stop had the situation deteriorated badly, “I think you defaulted to letting me maintain control to keep you safe,” he commented wisely, “I did like how it ended.”

“I like you having complete control over me,” Darkstar beamed a tired but very happy smile, “Because I know you'll keep me safe, Master.”

Deeply, Slate kissed Darkstar’s lips, “Are you ready for home, or would you like to stop somewhere else first?”

“I'm ready for home, Master.”