Harmony University: Strawberry Moon

“You said Requiem approved of you being controlled,” Slate said when they were both sat in their respective seats in his battered old work truck, “When I do that what do you think about?”

“She did say that,” Darkstar got herself comfortable in the passenger seat of reliable old Rita, her cheeks flushing a shade of red when she felt her fiancé’s load shift inside her and start to seep out. “And that I should give more control to you. When you take control, I think about how free I am, how loved I am and how safe I am with you, Master.”

“When you’re at college,” Slate began as he put his truck in gear and pulled out of the campus parking lot, “How will I know you've obeyed my commands?”

Darkstar took a moment to think about that. It was a big question, after all. “Well...if you tell me what to eat, and how much, I could send you a picture of the food on my plate, how about that?”

Slate liked the sound of that. “That works for me. Let’s start simple. I want you out of bed at eight tomorrow morning,” he said as he drove easily through the streets, “And you may eat a bowl of cold cereal. Send me a photo before you eat it.”

“Mmmm I understand, Master,” Darkstar felt a thrill of excitement go all the way up her spine. This was a level of control she had wanted for a long time, and that Slate had always resisted. Until now. “I'll even send you a picture of the clock, too.”

The terracotta zebra chuckled, “As long as you send it before eight fifteen, I'll know you did as I asked.”

“Of course I will,” Darkstar seemed outraged that she would do anything but obey her Master, “I'm a good pet.”

“Sometimes good in a naughty way too,” Slate spared her a wry knowing look, almost daring her to disagree with him, not that she would, “I like that side of you.”

“I like all my sides. Particularly the rear,” Darkstar smiled, then the flush returned to her cheeks when she felt something hot, wet and stickly seep out onto her inner thighs. Damned gravity… “And I like it when you take me from the rear.”

“When we get home, I'll think about indulging you in some back door play.” Slate knew he was teasing her. That didn’t stop him though as he steered his truck onto their street. “Maybe…”

“Thank you Master!” Darkstar wanted to relax on the passenger seat, but with her hands on her lap and her thighs squeezed together, all she could think of was the huge mess she was making on the leather as more of her Master’s load leaked out. She wondered, idly, if he would make her lick it up.

Seconds later, and Slate pulled onto the drive way he shared with his mother and sister and parked up, killing the engine. “I think a shower would be nice, don’t you, pet?”

“I agree, Master, a shower would be nice,” said Darkstar as she knew she reeked of sweat and sex from their escapade at the gazebo. When she slid out of the passenger seat, she hardly dared to look back. However, instead of the gooey mess she expected to see, there was nothing. Her hand drifted to the back of her mini skirt and she knew where the mess had ended up. “I can’t wait to get these clothes off.”

It was all Slate could do, once he caught sight of the back of her skirt, to not burst out laughing. “I won't have you walking around like that,” he grinned broadly, “So today is your lucky day. Get them off now!”

“Thank you, Master!” exclaimed Darkstar and, while she was still stood there on the drive, she pulled the loose top up over her head and shimmied her way out of the mini skirt. Then, completely naked but for her collar, she performed a straight leg bend at the waist to pick up the fallen skirt.

Across the street, an elderly zebra got an eyeful of the teenager’s nude body, not that he minded any. At his age he took what he could get. He just thanked the moon that his neighbours gave a lot. “That one needs a leash!” he called out.

“Left it in the house, Mr. Flint!” Slate called back with a cheery wave to his old neighbour. He had a lot of time for Old Flint, after his dad had passed, the zebra had been like a father figure to him and a good friend to his mother.

“We'll remember it next time, Mr. Flint, sir!” Darkstar smiled to the nice old zebra and, after an unnecessary but very welcome bow, she skipped off into the house without a backwards glance at whoever else might be looking.

On the way inside the house, Slate aimed a swat at her rear, which she dodged easily, “You are a scamp, pet.”

“I'm also a tease and a minx,” Darkstar giggled as she wiggled the rear that had so narrowly escaped a swat, and only just escaped a second attempt in the process, “It says so on my ID card.” As they walked past the door to the living room, they saw Sea Salt and Rockslide watching the television, though Rockslide was watching with her eyes closed, “Hey momma,” she said quietly, giving the old woman a little wave as they walked to the base of the stairs.

While Darkstar was on the stairs, Slate hung back. “Momma, can you take Darkie into the campus clinic tomorrow? She has a two o'clock appointment.”

“Won't be a problem, child,” Sea Salt waved her hand in the air, “I record anyways for Rocky while she’s out.”

With that sorted out, Slate followed Darkstar up the stairs, through their bedroom and to the adjacent shower, where he stood imperiously in front of his partner. “I need to be undressed, pet.”

“Yes Master,” deftly, Darkstar unfastened the buttons on Slate’s flannel shirt and she slid the garment off his muscular upper body. She allowed herself a moment to drink in the view of the zebra’s muscles before she was on her knees. Once his belt was unbuckled and his jeans released, she tugged the zipper down with her teeth.

Slate was, of course, more than happy to allow his pet to undress him in any way she saw fit. It just added to the control he had over her and how much she had submitted to him. When she had his work boots off, Darkstar removed his socks one after the other with her teeth, as were his boxer shorts. When he was naked, she at last got the hot water running. “Ready Master,” she reported when the steam began to rise.

Happy with her efforts so far, Slate stepped in the shower and under the water with Darkstar by his side. “How well you clean me will determine how well I clean you, my lovely pet.”

“I understand, Master,” Darkstar used the normal scented shampoos to scrub his broad chest – a chest she could bounce a coin off - and his arms. She did linger rather a while on his biceps, then she went lower on her knees to wash his crotch, where again she spent an inordinate amount of time. Once he was sufficiently cleaned all over, she kissed the tip of his shaft.

After he was cleaned, Slate got Darkstar's body wash and he started with that from forehead down to her fingers and ultimately toes, and everywhere in between. Then, he used her shampoo for her grey hair. By the end of that, he was hard as steel. But, he wasn’t finished just yet. “Now to make sure you're clean on the inside,” he said as he picked up the enema bag and the catnip tea.

Clean, but still dripping wet, Slate climbed out of the shower and he sat on the closed toilet. “Over my knees, pet.” Eagerly Darkstar laid herself over the zebra's knees, round bubble butt up in the air. From where he was sat, Slate could still reach the sink and he filled the bag halfway with warm water and then he added the tea. He hooked up the tube and the nozzle. “Are you ready for this, pet?”

She was ready. By the moon above, Darkstar was ready. The anticipation alone was driving her crazy. “I’m always ready for new things, Master.”

For lubrication, Slate rubbed a bit of soap onto the nozzle and he effortlessly slid it inside Darkstar’s anus past her willing sphincter. Holding the bag up high, he opened the valve and the warm liquid flowed into her anal cavity. “Oh,” she squirmed on his lap, “Ooh...” she felt the liquid enter her and fill up her insides, even making her belly swell, “That feels odd…”

Laid across his lap, Darkstar could feel the zebra’s erection throb underneath her. Slate slipped his other hand around and under her ass so he was able to play with her labia and her hard clitoris. “MMMmmmm!” she moaned a very lewd moan now he was taking her mind off the liquid filling her up.

Slate carried on playing with her until the enema bag was empty. “Now for the hard part. You will stand up,” he ordered her, “And I'll move so you can sit on the toilet. I will reach between your legs and remove the nozzle. After my hand is clear – only after my hand is clear - you can let it all out. Understand?”

“I understand perfectly, Master,” Darkstar slowly stood up and immediately, her insides cramped up a little thanks to the volume of warm liquid deep in her bowels. “MMFNNNFFF!” she winced then she saw her distended belly, “Look at that.”

Behind her, Slate moved the bag between Darkstar's slender legs to the front and then he lifted up the lid of the toilet. “You may sit, pet.”

“Thank you, Master,” gratefully, Darkstar sat down on the toilet with her legs spread in order to accommodate her now swollen rounded belly. Slate then reached in and he removed the nozzle from her ass.

When Slate cleared the area and went to the sink to wash the nozzle, Darkstar sat wondering if it just happened or if she should push. The perils of never having had an enema before. She was about to force it when her full gut made a rather loud gurgle and, after gasping at a harsh cramp, everything evacuated from her ass.

Slate stood a few feet away watching, with one hand on his erection, as the brown rain cascaded from Darkstar’s butt. “I think...” she whimpered after what felt like an eternity, “I think it's done now.”

“I'm sure your ass is feeling empty,” Slate did nothing to disguise the smirk in his voice, “I can fix that. Back into the shower, now.”

“It felt like the world fell out of me...” Darkstar gasped, before she got up to her feet and staggered her way back to the shower and she got inside.

Following her inside the shower, Slate used some of the body wash on Darkstar's asshole and he smeared a liberal amount onto his cock before he positions her in front of him. “Hands on the wall, pet.”

“Yes Master,” Darkstar leant forwards until her palms were resting flat against the tiled wall in front of her.

As soon as she was in position, Slate wasted no time at all in filling Darkstar's asshole with his erect cock. “Sing for me, pet.”

And like a canary, Darkstar did sing. “AAaaaAAAAAAAH!” she ‘sang’, and she carried on singing, even as Slate thrust himself deep inside her. She felt his hard wide length fill her, further stretching her back door to accommodate him.

Unlike how he had been at the gazebo, Slate was a fair bit rougher with her this go around. After several deep hard thrusts though, that ended with him slapping his balls against her rear, he felt a tell-tale build of friction, and he quickly squirted on more of the body wash lube.

“Oh yes!” Darkstar screamed into the wall, “Oh yes! YeeeEEEEEESSSS! H-Harder!” she continued to sing out her pleasure as he reamed her hard, “Fuck me harder pleeeeease!”

Slate was only too happy to do just that. His strong hands gripped her hips for leverage and he banged her as hard as he could. Darkstar did move a hand with the intention of rubbing herself off but, realising she was overbalanced, she quickly placed it back on the wall.

Though he saw the hand move, it was returned quick enough that he chose not to punish her. “Cum with me!” he ordered her and, after a dozen more stiff thrusts, he got his wish. Darkstar screamed out an orgasm that the both of them she knew Sea Salt had heard downstairs as she came, squirting hard. Slate slowed down and paused, still inside her. “I love all your holes, pet, but most of all I love you.”

“Uh huh...” Darkstar gasped, her head hung forwards and her hair hanging down, “I l-lo-love you too,” she loved him all the more as he slowly pulled out of her and cleaned himself up and smeared soap around her gaping cream filled rear tunnel, “Mmmmm I so wish I'd let you do that months ago.”

“All things in moderation,” Slate said as he watched her asshole close up, trapping his seed inside her, “Let's get ourselves dry and see what our audience thought of the performance.”

“Do you think they'd want a private show?” Darkstar giggled sillily in her post climax mindset, while Slate got busy with a towel and dried them both off.

“Put on the pink sundress, nothing else,” Slate ordered of her as he put the wet towel on the heated rail and went to put on a tee shirt, boxers and denim shorts for himself. Darkstar bowed low to him and in the closet, she found her knee length dress. She walked out barefoot wearing just that and her collar. “It’s still early, so we can see if my sis slept through that.”

“If she has,” Darkstar said as she smoothed the dress down over her small breasts and fluffed her hair instead of combing it, “Then I need to up my game.”

Slate laughed on the way down the stairs and, when they were down, they saw only Sea Salt sat in the living room. Slate assumed that was because the news was on the TV. For once, the elderly zebra did look away from the screen when she heard the footsteps. “Good to see you're both alive,” she grinned.

“Hey momma!” Darkstar skipped over and hugged Sea Salt tight in her arms, “Did you and Rocky enjoy the show?”

“No complaints from me,” there was a playful twinkle in Sea Salt’s eyes, “But my daughter needed to retire to her room for a bit.”

“Yes!” exclaimed Darkstar, who fist pumped the air victoriously.

“You can't join her to gloat,” warned Slate.

“I don't need to gloat,” responded Darkstar, “Just the knowledge I did that will be enough for me.”

Sea Salt caressed Darkstar’s flawlessly white cheek, “It is nice to see that beautiful smile, child.”

In response, Darkstar flashed Sea Salt her signature five star smile, “Just for you, momma.”

“Darkie is making her own breakfast tomorrow,” said Slate as he sat on his spot on the couch, patting the space next to him expectantly, “So don't be cooking for her.”

Sea Salt shrugged her shoulders, “I don't mind, whatever you want to do.”

“I know,” Slate smiled as Darkstar sat on his lap instead of the couch seat, “But we are going to try something that may be a win win for everyone.”

“Don't worry momma,” Darkstar grinned and stepped in to assuage the older zebra’s concerns, “I haven't gone weird and suddenly decided I don't like your food, I just have my orders…”

Sea Salt’s eyes narrowed dangerously when Darkstar’s voice went all husky on the last three words, like she was sizing up her son. Slate, who didn’t flinch, merely nodded his head. “Alright then,” she conceded, “But do let me know before you go to bed if I'm cooking for three or four.” When they promised they would, she stood up, “I'm going to put the lasagne in the oven. Dinner will be at six,” she passed them the TV remote before leaving for the kitchen.

“Hmmm,” Darkstar slid off of Slate’s lap and she hugged him tight, “That's ages away yet. Whatever shall we do?”

“There’s not much point in studying before your classes start,” Slate decided as he walked over to his mother’s antique gramophone she had bought with her from Zebrica and he put some classical zebran music on, “Let's dance.”

“I feel like a dance,” Darkstar knew that Slate could dance fairly well when it came to swing, salsa, and fake line dancing. She also knew he wanted to learn ballroom. “Shall we try a waltz?”

Overjoyed, Slate nodded his head, “You have my permission to lead.”

Of course she had to lead, when it came to ballroom, she knew he had two left feet. But, she knew he had to keep up the game. “Thank you, Master, now...” she had to cast her mind back, “How did mom do this...ah!” she got into the position and started to dance around the living room.

While he may have been a little clumsy at first, Slate was thoroughly enjoying himself, particularly as fancy dancing was a goal of his. And it seemed that every Canterlot native could dance. Dancing with Darkstar was a joy. She moved so effortlessly, with such fluidity, while he was more mechanical trying to remember the steps.

“What?” she asked as she noted the rather dreamy look on his striped face, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that dancing with you is like dancing on a cloud,” Slate grinned down at her, “And I am imagining you wearing ropes under your dress.”

“You can thank mom for that, she was the dancer in the family…” Darkstar’s wide smile faded from her face and she stopped dancing. “Mom!” she cried, ignoring the music in the background, “The hospital never called back!”

Recognising his fiancé was about to enter one of her ‘states’, Slate took Darkstar's face gently in his hands. “I love you,” he knew he had to head it off before it took hold, “And they will call when they can. Nurse Friendly won't let you down, but you know she won't call with false hopes either.”

“I-I know, you're right,” Darkstar said after he had kissed her long and deep, “Of course you're right. I’m sorry…”

After that, Slate and Darkstar danced three more sets around the living room to the zebran waltz. There was a much needed sit down snuggle and a water break between each set before they repeated. By the end of the third set, Slate was just about getting the hang of the dance. “Not bad, sweetie,” Darkstar kissed his cheek, “Your waltz is really coming on.”

“When we go out,” he panted softly after the exertion, while she had not even broken a sweat, “I'm still going to let you lead. Dancing with you is fun. Tripping over my feet or stepping on yours isn't.”

Softly, Darkstar giggled, “More fun than those horror films you like so much.”

“But you hold me so tight during those films!” Slate smiled innocently, a smile that was completely at odds with the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Oh really? That’s your game, huh?” Darkstar playfully swatted his chest, and bit her lip when her hand just bounced off, “You remember the 'Day of the Changelings' incident? I thought everyone I saw was a changeling for a week afterwards!”

Back on the couch, Slate laughed. Of course he remembered that. “Didn't help I asked Rocky to act just a bit off around you.”

Pouting, Darkstar took another playful swipe, this time at Slate’s arm, “I thought I was genuinely going crazier than mom!”

“What finally set you over the edge?” he asked, still laughing like a schoolboy celebrating the best joke ever thought of, “When she said she wanted a boyfriend just like yours?”

“Laugh it up, stripes!” he did, and so did Darkstar. “It was all fun and games until I fired the fire extinguisher at Rocky in a desperate attempt to ward off the shape changer and momma wanted to know why I ruined her old couch!”

“To get a new one!” Slate laughed, which had been the whole point of the prank in the first place. They had wanted a new couch, their mother had refused, so they made sure they couldn’t use the old one.

“Shame your sore asses couldn't sit on it for a few days huh?” Darkstar shot back with a laugh, “I’ve never seen momma so fearsome as when she tanned your hides!”

“A hard life leads to hard discipline,” Slate waved away that with a kiss, “Disciplining you is a joy.”

“Mmmm…” she gladly returned the kiss, “Being disciplined by you is a joy too.”

“Would you like some wine with the lasagne?” Slate asked, changing the subject from the disastrous horror movie incident to something more fun.

“Yes please, Master.”

“Then go help momma set the table.”

“Yes Master,” she got up from the couch and, after a last, lingering kiss, she gave him a lewd wink. “Thank you,” she skipped into the kitchen with Slate following close behind her. There, while she was helping Sea Salt, Slate selected a nice wine for dinner. Darkstar set the table and she helped move the garlic bread and salad to the table.

Once cooked, Sea Salt took take care of the lasagne and, drawn out by the smell of food fresh from the oven, Rockslide came back down the stairs from her room having taken care of her itch. “Hey sis!” Darkstar greeted her with a smile, “You timed that right, food's just done.”

“Perfect!” the blue zebra breezed into the kitchen; it was obvious to everyone she was very freshly showered.

“The salad is amazing,” Darkstar stated proudly, “That was my contribution.”

“It sure is, Darkie,” Rockslide sat down just as her mother placed the lasagne on the table and served a very healthy portion to each of them. Slate then showed up with four wine glasses and a bottle of white Zin. “Did you get your test results?”

Smiling, Darkstar sat at her place opposite Rockslide and next to Slate. “No, I have to go back tomorrow.” At that, Rockslide gave her mother a raised eyebrow and in answer to her silent question, Sea Salt nodded. “I get to spend time with momma!” Darkstar clapped her hands.

“Sadly,” lamented Rockslide, “I'll be at work, and momma doesn't appreciate your ‘unique’ clothing choices.”

“What,” grinned Sea Salt, “The child has clothes?”

Darkstar blushed while Rockslide, Slate and Sea Salt all laughed good naturedly at her. “Well,” the teenager countered, “If I'm good I'm sure I'll be allowed to wear something loose.”

“I’m not sure if I want the world to see your cute panties,” said Slate, earning a snigger from his sister.

“They are really cute,” Darkstar’s blush was almost completely colouring up her face at that point, “Those little pink things, they’re just very 'well preserved,’ is all.”

“Well preserved,” repeated Rockslide with a broad grin on her face, “Have you even taken the tags off your bras and panties yet?”

“Um...” Darkstar found the table and her plate of food extremely interesting indeed, “No...”

While Rockslide snickered and Sea Salt just ate her dinner, Slate turned to his fiancé, “Do you think we need to correct that, Darkie?” he already knew the answer, but it never hurt to tease.

“No Master, no thank you,” Darkstar was greeted to more general laughter, which died away pretty quickly as they all enjoyed the meal of salad, garlic bread, lasagne and wine. When they were all done, and they all had very happy tummies, Darkstar sat back satisfied in her seat. “That was yummy, momma!” she leant over and kissed the old woman, “Thank you!”

~ ~ ~

The next morning, the alarm clock went off at five minutes to eight and, with a loud angry groan like the clock itself had wronged her in some way, and though she didn’t want to, Darkstar prised herself out of bed.

Yawning, she reached for her phone and, with sleep still in her yellow eyes, she took a picture of the clock at a minute past eight. That done, she trudged downstairs naked with her hair in the traditional hedge backwards style.

Sea Salt was reading the morning paper sitting in 'her' chair when Darkstar reached the living room. “Momma,” she grunted almost unintelligibly as she walked to the kitchen and she got herself a bowl of cereal ready.

By the moon above, she hated the mornings.

Once her breakfast was prepared, Darkstar duly took a picture of it at eleven eight and sent it, along with the clock picture to Slate. “Good morning!” Darkstar grunted at Sea Salt’s overly cheery hello.

“Hmmm,” Darkstar mumbled, and now that the pictures had been sent, she got busy making the much needed morning coffee for her and Sea Salt. She didn’t eat her breakfast until Slate sent a message back saying she could.

She might hate the mornings, but she was a good pet.

After she ate her cereal, with Slate’s permission, Darkstar bought out the two fresh steaming mugs of coffee. “Coffee, momma.”

“Thank you, child,” Sea Salt muted the morning news. It wasn’t any great loss, merely the latest round of incompetent politicians, a natural disaster in Griffonstone and a shipwreck. “My boy said you'd be up early, but why?” she asked curiously.

“Master ordered me to get up at eight this morning and have a bowl of cereal for breakfast,” she explained as she sat down on the couch, “So I did.”

Sea Salt smiled, while she approved of their lifestyle, she doubted she’d ever get used to hearing her son referred to as ‘Master’. “Well, go you,” she said eventually, “This will be second nature when you start your classes. Your appointment is at two this afternoon, right?”

“Yes momma,” Darkstar replied, “Over at the college.”

“Do you want part of the paper?”

“I'll take the sports bit, please momma,” Darkstar reached out and took the sports section, “So I'll know what Slate's on about when he comes home and tells me who's played who and who's won what over the weekend.”

“Good luck with that,” Sea Salt separated the bit of the paper that the teenager had asked for, “I usually just smile nod my head until he’s finished speaking.”

“Thanks, momma,” Darkstar took the section of the newspaper, “I do that too, but I worry sometimes there'll be a test.” She wasn’t really interested in the sports, but she did like the pictures of the cute guys in the tiny shorts.

“Life is a test, child,” Sea Salt said wisely as she reached for her coffee. Coffee was one of the many things the teenager could do exceptionally well, “And I have faith you'll pass it.”

“You aren't wrong, momma,” Darkstar smiled at the old woman’s wisdom. Idly, as she drank her coffee, she wondered if she’d ever get old enough to be that wise, if it was a skill you learned or just acquired. “I think I'm making progress on that whole life test thing.”

“One day at a time, child. One day at a time. I'm still taking that test.” Sea Salt divulged more of her hard earned wisdom as she watched Darkstar swallow the rest of her coffee. She knew what she was thinking. “None of us are alone, child, but that doesn't mean you can't be lonely. Does my boy's control may you feel less lonely?”

Darkstar hated and loved in equal measure how easily Sea Salt could see through her and read her like a book. “It really does, momma!” she smiled up at the ceiling, “It feels amazing.”

“Well,” she said as she returned to the rest of her newspaper, “More power to the both of ya.”

A few hours later, at precisely the strike of noon, Darkstar received a text message, if the beeping of her phone was to be believed. She was grateful for an excuse to do something other than watch the news.

It was too depressing, even for her.

‘You may wear any skirt and top you please,’ Darkstar read the text message from her Master and her heart fluttered, ‘But you will wear the black panties with the red bow.’

In a heartbeat, Darkstar text him back. ‘Yes Master!’ she got up and she practically skipped up the stairs with a sway of her ass. There, in the bedroom, she decided to go for a pink microskirt and short tight top that covered absolutely nothing at all and showed everything, and she added the black panties.

As it turned out, the panties were a good idea, because the skirt did not cover her crotch at all, nor her ass, for that matter. That done, she took a selfie in the mirror for Slate to look at.

Seconds later, Slate text back, ‘Hot.’

Feeling very proud of herself, Darkstar spread her legs wide and she took another picture straight up between her legs, ‘I know Master,’ she sent him and she got a thumbs up in return. After that, she sent a quick shot of her tight top and she slipped on her sandals before skipping downstairs.

Sea Salt looked at Darkstar and she smiled, at the same time she thanked the moon for the invention of underwear. “Dressed to impress, child?”

“Dressed to order, momma!” Darkstar flashed the old zebra her five star smile.

“Oh, and was all that outfit the order, or some part of it?” asked Sea Salt with an amused smile on her face, “I'll guess the panties, and maybe the top?”

“Master said I could wear any skirt and top I liked, as long I wore these black panties as well,” Darkstar replied, and Sea Salt nodded. It was clear to them that Slate had ordered the wearing of the panties because he knew Darkstar would chose an exceptionally tiny skirt. “Are you ready, momma?”

“I am, child,” Sea Salt got up from her comfy chair, took up her purse and got the keys out of it. “Do you want to drive, Darkie?”

“Yes please momma,” she took the car keys and skipped out of the house and over to the white smart fortwo city car on the drive, leaving Sea Salt to lock up behind her. Even though she had her license, it was rare she got to drive.

Sea Salt sat in the passenger seat of her own car and secured the seat belt. “I want something traditional for lunch. It’s just after twelve, so we have time.”

“I know just the place, momma!” starting the engine, Darkstar proceeded to fiddle with the car’s built in sat nav, which naturally she had named, as was her habit. “Sally, the Bread Bowl restaurant, please.”

“Oh, good choice, Darkie!” Sea Salt relaxed, happy to let Darkstar drive without any interference.

“Good thing Sally knows the way!” Darkstar pulled out onto the street, “Sasha feels good today.”

Sea Salt rolled her eyes at the teenager’s habit of naming everything. “She usually does after an oil change.”

“She's like me, she's a good girl!” Darkstar drove slowly and carefully, what Rockslide would describe as little old woman style, not that Sea Salt complained, she was no speed demon either. “And here we are!” she giggled, “Eventually.”

Sea Salt didn’t care that the half an hour trip took an hour. She got out of her car and shielded her eyes against the summer sun, “All the better to build up an appetite, child.”

“Good point, momma!” Darkstar got out of the car and, after locking the doors with the key fob, she sent a text to Slate; ‘I'm at the Bread Bowl with momma. What can I have, Master?’

Slate’s reply was immediate. ‘Have a seat. You may drink water. I'll text the food choice in a bit.’

‘Yes Master,’ after sending her reply, she walked into the upmarket zebran restaurant with Sea Salt by her side.

Sediment, the head waiter, was ready to – figuratively – pounce on them the moment they crossed the threshold. “Good day ladies!” he bowed to each of them in turn, though his gaze lingered on Darkstar, “Can I start you with drinks and an appetizer?”

“I'll have coffee with real cream,” Sea Salt was whip-quick with her order, “And the curry shrimp to start, if you please.”

Obediently, Darkstar followed the order that Slate had sent her. “Just a glass of chilled water for me, please sir.”

As they made their way to an empty table, Darkstar received a text message, ‘You may have the bunny chow with chickpeas. Did momma order an appetizer?’

Quickly, she replied, ‘Yes Master, momma had a curry shrimp appetizer.’

‘You may eat one as long as momma feeds it to you. No dessert for lunch.’

‘Thank you, Master,’ Darkstar looked up from her phone with a blush colouring her cheeks when she saw the waiter was looking at her expectantly, “Sorry, yes, just the water, please.”

Sediment inclined his head to the two of them, “I'll have the drinks right out, and your appetizer will be with you shortly.”

Sea Salt took her time to look over the menu at the table, “I think I'll have the bunny chow with lamb,” she made her choice after a moment of making her mind up.

“Ooh almost snap!” Darkstar giggled, “I'm allowed to have the bunny chow with chickpeas. Master also said I could have a prawn, if you feed it to me.”

While Sea Salt playfully shook her head, she had a wide smile, “If I was my daughter, I'd have you bend way over to get that prawn.”

Without flinching or missing a heartbeat, Darkstar replied, “And I'd do it too, if you ordered me, momma.”

“I know you would, child. Nothing I haven't already seen.”

Moments later, Sediment returned to the table with the freshly made coffee along with a small pitcher of cream for Sea Salt and a glass of chilled still water with ice for Darkstar, which he set on the table, “Are you ladies ready to order?” After they had passed on their respective orders, the waiter was away.

“This is a nice place,” Sea Salt admired the authentic traditional zebran art on the walls as she added a good amount of cream and some lumps of sugar to her coffee, “Professional too. Sediment took a good look at your goods on the way in and he didn't go back to that well.”

“Mmm,” Darkstar politely sipped her water, “I noticed, though it's hard standing out next to you, momma.”

“My assets require undressing with the eye,” she smiled and, when Sediment returned with the prawn dish and the coffee pot, he enquired if she wanted the top off, she refused, “I like to finish first to make sure the cream level is correct.”

“Of course, ma’am,” Sediment was far too professional to question his customer, “Move your cup to the edge and I'll come out and fill it for you.”

“He is a professional,” agreed Darkstar, “He didn't even look at me when he said, 'top off'.”

Sea Salt laughed so loud at that, that she drew the attention of a couple of nearby diners, “You are a naughty girl, Darkie.”

“I know,” Darkstar beamed a wide smile and sipped at her water, “It's a gift.”

It was indeed a gift, one she used sparingly, Sea Salt decided as she mercilessly speared a prawn on the prongs of her fork, “Open wide, child.” Straightaway, Darkstar opened her mouth wide and Sea Salt fed her the prawn before she started to eat the rest of them. “My boy is a tease, only letting you have one.”

“And I'm a good pet only eating one, momma.” Declared Darkstar, though her resolve was sorely tested when the elderly zebra ate all but one of the prawns to tease her too, causing the teenager’s eye to twitch. “Nope, I'm a good girl. I won't give in!”

When Sea Salt had polished off the prawn starter, Sediment returned with the two piping hot bunny chows, “Here you go ladies, would you like me to take that?” he took away the empty prawn bowl and, when Sea Salt slid her cup to the edge, he left promising to return and refresh their drinks.

Alone with Sea Salt at the table, Darkstar fired off a quick text to Slate, ‘I only had 1 prawn like you said, Master. Momma fed it me. The bunny chow has just arrived.’

Quickly, Sediment returned and he re-filled the coffee, making sure to leave room for the cream, and he noted the little water pitcher was half full. With a sly glance down Darkstar’s top, he filled that and asked, “Anything else?”

Sea Salt shook her head, “I'm good.”

“And I'm naughty,” Darkstar winked, “Which is very good.” Sediment had to agree with that, before he – reluctantly – left to take care of another table. Left alone, Darkstar and Sea Salt made short work of their bunny chow, which was a curry bread bowl with added extras like lamb, chicken or chickpeas.

As they ate, Sediment reappeared twice to refill the coffee and the water, and when they were done, he asked, “Can I interest you ladies in dessert?”

Darkstar really wanted a dessert. They all looked amazing on the menu. But, she had her orders. “Oh, um no thank you, not for me, sir,” she refused and instead she took up her freshly poured glass of water instead.

Sea Salt though, under no such constraint, ordered a Malva Pudding and, after Sediment had again replaced the cream pitcher with a full one, he disappeared to the kitchen, leaving Darkstar to sip at her water. “This is fun,” she commented, “Having Slate in control of me like this.”

“As long as it stays that way,” Sea Salt said warningly, “It does give you focus, but don't follow blindly. Communications make for a healthy relationship.”

Not for the first time, Darkstar appreciated the old woman’s wisdom. “I know when to stop momma, and I know I can stop it, and that Slate will respect my decision to stop.” She also knew that if he didn’t, either Rockslide or Sea Salt would line up to kick his ass.

“Looks really good, doesn't it?” Sea Salt asked rhetorically as Sediment set the Malva pudding down on the table.

Darkstar bit her lip and sighed, her yellow eyes zeroed in on the sweet Zebrican dessert, “It looks really, really good, momma.” It made her mouth water just looking at it. It didn’t help that Sea Salt was slowly pouring cold cream over the steaming pudding.

Knowing full well what she was doing, Sea Salt dipped her fork into the spongy caramelised dessert and gasped in delight when the apricot jam filling oozed out of it and, tasting it, she had the happy yummy face. “Sooooooo good…”

“Momma, please...” Darkstar’s plea fell on suddenly deaf ears though as Sea Salt took another slow bite and she actually moaned with pleasure. In desperation, the teenager whipped out her phone. ‘Momma's teasing me with the dessert. Can I please have some, Master? Oh...and I really need to pee!’

‘If you feed yourself dessert it is a bad naughty. I'll text you back when you can pee.’

‘I understand, Master, thank u!’ Darkstar grunted, realising that for the first time ever she had used an abbreviation in her text message. Then, in an attempt to keep her bladder under control, she squeezed her legs together to keep from relaxing.

Teasingly, Sea Salt held up a fork full of the pudding right in front of Darkstar’s face. On purpose, she had chosen a bit that was overflowing with the gooey apricot jam filling and covered in cream. “Are you sure you won’t have some?”

“Master only said it's bad bad if I feed myself...” with that reasoning, Darkstar’s resolve crumbled and she opened her mouth wide.

Smirking, Sea Salt fed the forkful of the dessert to the teenager she so adored. “Good, isn't it?” she asked, knowing it was good. “Maybe you need to let someone know you were naughty,” she suggested before going back to feeding herself.

“MMmmm it was sooo good!” Of course the dessert was good, but only being given one bite to enjoy somehow made it taste all the better. She did know the zebra was right, though. ‘Momma fed me a fork full of the pudding, Master. I'm sorry I was naughty.’

‘You may pee, pet, but be sure to wash your hands, and I want a pic showing that you really did pee.’

‘Thank you, Master!’ Darkstar stood so quickly from the table she almost wet herself. “Excuse me, momma!” quickly, she dashed off to the ladies’ restroom. Once there, secreted in an empty stall, she slipped the black panties down and instead of a photo, she recorded a video of her letting loose a veritable fire hose into the toilet. When she was done with that, she sent the video to Slate, with her panties still down around her ankles.

Darkstar’s text was met with a thumbs up from Slate, to which she replied with; ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it Master!’ she then pulled up her panties and she left the restroom after flushing and washing her hands.

By the time she got back to the table, Sea Salt had finished her dessert. “Darkie,” she greeted her with a smile, “I think you were treating me this time?”

“I've got it, momma, my treat!” Darkstar was grateful that her brother had deposited her monthly allowance not her bank. As Sea Salt excused herself to the restroom, Sediment returned with the bill and presented it to Darkstar. “Here you go, sir,” she presented her card to pay the twenty five bits.

Sediment left to run her card, leaving Darkstar sat at the table feeling quite happy with herself. She had been a good pet, mostly, and as far as she was concerned, the experiment was going rather well.

“Would you care for some more water?” asked Sediment when he came back with Darkstar’s card.

“Yes please sir, if you don't mind.”

Sediment noted that Sea Salt’s coffee cup was also empty. “I'll be right back,” just as he was pouring out her coffee, Sea Salt returned from the restroom. “Take your time, ladies.”

Taking her seat, Sea Salt checked her watch. “We have forty minutes, plenty of time for a last coffee.”

Darkstar smiled at the elderly zebra, “Thank you, momma, for helping me be good naughty today.”

“You're welcome, child. I like to listen to the two of you play,” she gave the teenager a wink, “Keeps me young.” Sea Salt then worked on drinking her coffee so the two of them could go. Since her drink was cold, Darkstar timed the swallowing of her water with Sea Salt finishing her coffee. “Do you mind if I drive?” she asked when she was finished.

“Not at all, momma,” Darkstar passed the zebra back her keys.

“I know where the campus is,” Sea Salt said as she got up, “But not the clinic. You can be my navigator, if you are finished with the bill?”

“Yes momma, all paid up,” Darkstar joined her soon to be mother in law in giving Sediment a good bye wave. Outside, she got into the passenger seat and when they were both secured, Sea Salt made good time to the campus. Once there, she did need Darkstar to direct her to the clinic parking lot. “Okay, now we're here, the clinic lot is just over there momma, take a left then a right.”

Following Darkstar’s directions, Sea Salt soon arrived at and parked her car in the lot. “Do you want me…”

Just then, Darkstar’s phone rang. As she got her phone out of her purse, Darkstar almost dropped her phone. The caller ID showed the call was from Nurse Friendly.