Author's Note

~Nietzsche, I Lurve This Beautiful Boi~...

Ahem.

Tags For This Chapter: Public Nudity, Public Sex, Observation of Straight and Gay Intercourse, Bisexual and Pansexual Flirtations, Unexpected Kissing.

Indulgence

DAYBREAKER: I'm going to be there long before the Getaway even starts.
DAYBREAKER: I've got some friends among the working staff and I'd like to catch up with them.
DAYBREAKER: Plus—I want to make sure a few things arrive at the nearby post office.
FLASHINTHEPAN: What things?
DAYBREAKER: Uh uh uh.
DAYBREAKER: ~Pretty Princess Tinkles will have to wait and see~
FLASHINTHEPAN: Oh. Okay.
FLASHINTHEPAN: So... I should just arrive on Day One?
DAYBREAKER: I would drive out there no later than sunrise
DAYBREAKER: Even if you have a parking pass—there's bound to be a lot of traffic around the grounds, and the enrollment process clogs things up a bit
FLASHINTHEPAN: Right. Makes sense.
DAYBREAKER: Shouldn't be too long of a drive. Indulgence is right outside your home town, isn't it?
FLASHINTHEPAN: Yeah
FLASHINTHEPAN: What are the odds
DAYBREAKER: Ha ha. It's just perfect, sweetie. In forty-eight hours, you and I will be holding hands
DAYBREAKER: Among other things
DAYBREAKER: I simply can't wait
DAYBREAKER: You're going to absolutely love Indulgence
DAYBREAKER: I just know it
DAYBREAKER: ...
DAYBREAKER: Flash?
DAYBREAKER: You've been quiet for a while. Is everything okay, sweetie?
FLASHINTHEPAN: I guess I'm just a little bit scared
DAYBREAKER: Scared of what, my little princess? You know you can tell me anything
FLASHINTHEPAN: I've never done anything like this before. Sure, I know I'm going to enjoy meeting you and being around so many sexy people. But what if I let you down?
DAYBREAKER: You're not going to let me down
FLASHINTHEPAN: I'm just a sissy virgin who's done nothing exciting in his life. Until now.
DAYBREAKER: Flash, trust me.
DAYBREAKER: You are the one thing that I'm looking forward to at Indulgence this year
DAYBREAKER: There's no possible way you could disappoint me—apart from not showing up, lol
DAYBREAKER: I've been looking forward to this for a long long time
FLASHINTHEPAN: See? It's stuff like that which makes me trip. There's just so much I don't understand, DeeDee.
DAYBREAKER: I know, Flash. And it will all make sense soon.
DAYBREAKER: I have something of a surprise waiting for you
DAYBREAKER: For when we meet
FLASHINTHEPAN: Surprise??
DAYBREAKER: Trust me. You will love it. And everything will make sense. That's a promise.
FLASHINTHEPAN: Okay
DAYBREAKER: I love you, my little princess
FLASHINTHEPAN: I love you too, DeeDee
DAYBREAKER: Remember...
DAYBREAKER: We will meet beyond the White Zone. Between the lake and the cottages. You're going to have a little bit of an adventurous trek before our rendezvous, precious. Think of it as having an initial stretch. Just put one pretty foot before the other, like trying on high heels for the first time~
FLASHINTHEPAN: Just how will I find you?
DAYBREAKER: It will be I who finds you. You'll know it when it happens, my Pretty Princess Tinkles. Trust DeeDee... ... ...

That was the last conversation that Flash Sentry had experienced with Daybreaker. It transpired only two days ago, and still his mind reeled and resonated from the words burned into his retinae. He focused on them—on the sincerity and enthusiasm in Daybreaker's tone—and let it carry him forward. For to focus on anything else for too long might make the young man faint.

To say that Indulgence was an overwhelming sight to behold in person was an understatement. Flash had read many a pamphlet since stumbling upon the first advertisement slipped beneath the windshield wiper of his car an eternity ago. Plus—having surfed Fuchsia every day for nearly a year straight, he had seen no end of pictures of the grounds, the resort, the facilities and convention halls and market stands and even the orgy rooms.

But actually being there—in his tender little frame—and being utterly surrounded by the majesty of that place... and bespeckled with so many horny adults too... was an experience bordering on the divine.

In his mind's eye, Flash anticipated a building, a pond, and some hiking trails. That was it.

This—of course—was far... far from the true reality of the matter. Indulgence was a horny Mecca of orgasmic splendor, and the architects had gone out of their way to incorporate it into the natural epicness of the local countryside. The main heart of the resort—the mansion itself—was a four-story behemoth of a building, ornately poised in its thick varnished mahogany finish. The structure nestled itself cozily within the crook of a sharply cresting gray mountain range, flocked with fir trees that beamed in the spring sun's glow as far as the human eye could scale.

The "pond" was an enormous lake, brilliant blue with a crystalline shine, that more-than-deserved the title "sea" just from its majestic volume and bold presence among the higher elevations. A portion of the mansion jutted out into this body of water, with docks and marinas and even a boardwalk lined with brightly-painted establishments. Out in the distance, Flash counted two luxurious yachts floating lazily in the morning glint. The boats had to have been constructed there on the grounds of Indulgence, for the young man—familiar with the area—didn't know any rivers thick enough that could feasibly carry the vessels there upstream. Flash thought he had arrived relatively early for the Getaway, and yet he spotted multiple attendees gleefully riding jet skis back and forth between the yachts. Much to his relief, a pair of life guards coasted nearby on rescue rafts, just in case.

Bordering the lake was the main body of the grounds itself. Flash could already tell that he wasn't in the position to capably see all of what Indulgence had to offer. Several smatterings of tree-lines broke his line of sight, not to mention portable buildings, huts, and tents. These weren't any carnie diet Woodstock structures neither, but elaborately furnished habitats with all the important amenities: air conditioning, electricity, plumbing, heating, and—most important of all—Wi-Fi. Off in the distance, Flash could make out a series of absolutely massive tent structures. They weren't like the circus big tops of childhood bedtime books, but instead they resembled modern day viking halls—grand gathering places that breathed openly with the crisp mountain air of the grounds—only they were full of supermodels and twinks instead of warriors obsessed with Valhalla.

The people. Great Greek God Bacchus the people...

The first thought that flickered through Flash's mind is that his fellow attendees were huge. And not in the grossly obese way or the classic Rubenesque manner—but rather so very many of the guests were tall, muscular, buxom, and healthy beyond all measure. For a brief moment, Flash's heart dipped—for he very seriously considered that Fuchsia had gone and hired a shitton of porn stars to fill up the ranks of the Indulgence crowd: like a struggling mobile battle royale game populating its servers with bots to liven up the experience for its legit customer base. But from the sight of their bags and the sound of their happy conversations and the all-too-real way they kept casually glancing at their phones while being at an honest-to-goddess sex resort, Flash determined that they were—in fact—the real deal. No doubt the product of rich elite living—to afford so much good health and medicine. A huge chunk of the attending populace, Flash deduced, were the grandchildren of rich moguls, and they were here for the same reason he was: to exercise the hormonal tubes of their virile bodies while they were still young.

Most of them were young. Every once in a while, Flash spotted someone—or a group of someones—who were "over the hill," as t'were. But even then they were predominantly specimens of peak physical performance. Business men with peppery hair but well-toned chest muscles. Matronly ladies with long dyed locks and hourglass figures. Those who were old—and older—appeared to hover in their own intimate social nets, laughing it up with a merriment that Flash envied even at his age. He could already tell that they possessed a confidence unlike the rest of the guests, and they hurried off to their private nooks of the resort, where they would presumably be doing many fun things that definitely did not include shuffle board.

What the guest list apparently lacked was super young people—as in Flash's age. He spotted many... many attendees who were clearly in their early to mid twenties, but not once in the first few floundering minutes of gawking at the grounds of Indulgence did Flash find anyone else wearing the same third wristband as him. On one hand, this made a lot of sense; it was just this year that Indulgence lowered the minimal admissible age from twenty-one to eighteen. It stood to reason that the bulk of those who could afford to attend the Getaway were mostly the same people who could afford to attend the previous year's Getaway. Still, Flash somewhat expected there to be more horny barely-legal teens practically throwing themselves at the gates of Indulgence. Perhaps he was just a special case. If so, it was all because of Daybreaker... who somehow had the resources, the affection, and the unmitigated gall to invite a little pipsqueak like him to that place.

Daybreaker...

Flash's heart leapt, but then it sank. It leapt because he thought of her. Sank beause he still couldn't see her. Not that he knew what her face looked like—which was true. But he was still in the White Zone, barely moving for fear of tripping over the absolute mind-numbing spectacle of that place. She had told him to move towards the space between the lake and the cottages—and he still couldn't even see the "cottages." Flash trembled, and he knew that there were only going to be more sights and sounds that would make his poor petite body tremble even more. The only thing that would relax him was meeting Daybreaker... and finally being in the arms of the loving domme he had come to adore after a year of nightly chats.

And that meant moving forward—into the lion's den.

Taking a deep breath, Flash strengthened the grip of his bag and guitar case and pressed onward. The representative who spoke to him at the registration building's exit wasn't lying. It was more than abundantly clear that he was currently located in the so-called "White Zone." As if it wasn't on-the-nose enough, all of the buildings, vendor stalls, and restrooms situated around him were painted a bone-pale alabaster. It was almost blinding in the morning sunlight, and Flash could barely make out information booths and pamphlet stands and what appeared to be a media press center. No doubt Fuchsia had its finest team out there on the grounds, covering and recording all they could for "Indulgence Live." For a brief moment, Flash wondered what all of his online acquaintances were doing at that moment—if they might be logging on and spotting the boi's tell-tale body amongst the livestreamed masses and feeling a shuddering dose of envy.

As Flash moved towards the edge of the zone, he found himself passing groups of people embracing one another. There were no lewd actions being committed here—but rather platonic hugs and deep embraces and shaking of hands. The importance of the White Zone became abundantly clear: it was a place for people across the country—and world—to meet up and decide their destinations before... ... ... meating it up and delving into their decadence. It seemed only fair: a place as ecstatic as Indulgence needed its center of calm, sanity, and sobriety.

Funny—then—that a caring and loving mentor like Daybreaker wanted Flash to meet her outside of it. But then again, he knew that she wasn't just making that decision out of random mirth. The whole crux of their "relationship" thus far had been about getting him out of his shell and giving her a sense of authoritative control. This current plan—however awkward—benefited them both. It resonated of Daybreaker's mischievous side while simultaneously appealing to the squirmy sissy masochist within Flash. And he was just about to find out how squirmy he could be.

The penultimate boundary of the White Zone couldn't have been more obvious if the staff poured gasoline in a line and set it on fire. Multiple rectangular solid signs stood like an unfinished wall, emblazoned all over with supremely important texts, symbols, and reminders for those entering that debauched domain:

"WELCOME TO INDULGENCE"

"PLEASE ADHERE TO COLOR CODES"

"WHITE (Illustrated: A Lone Stick Figure)"

"BLUE (Two Stick Figures Holding Hands)"

"YELLOW (Two Stick Figures Fondling One Stick Figure From Both Sides)"

"GREEN (One Lucky Stick Figure Being Spitroasted by Two Stick Figures)"

"RED (No Symbols, Just—) = RED ZONES ONLY"

"SWITCH COLOR CODES AT BAND STATIONS ONLY"

"ONLY SUBMIT RECORDED MEDIA TO FUCHSIA"

"THE SAFE WORD IS 'VERDANT'"

"YOU ARE NOW EXITING THE WHITE ZONE"

Flash's virgin foot landed in the green grass on the other side of the line. Much to his gasping relief, he didn't explode or melt or get smitten to death by God. The difference was immediately sensed, however. He heard music echoing through the faint tree line. Pushing forward—following a soft dirth path—he came upon the next and largest clearing yet. The grounds of Indulgence stretched open, polished and emerald and bright—with plenty of casual seating areas and miniature courtyards dotting a lush field broadly bordered by long building strips with shaded verandahs. There were speakers on tall stands playing music across the grounds. Currently, it was an old pop song by Kylie Minogue (Fuckin' Hell, of course it was), and it most certainly contributed to the uppity, horny mood of the place.

That and the naked people having sex.

Flash almost gagged. It was the poor virgin's first civilized response. Seeing explicit actions done between two sapient human beings in a pornographic video on a computer screen was one thing. Actually witnessing it in "public" with naked eyes... ... ... well... ... ... for all of Flash's preparations and obsessions and hormonal participations in all things pink via Fuchsia, stumbling upon the real thing still had a gut-punching result, and Flash was ashamed to say that he initially felt nauseated. Like a sobbing doormouse huddled into the corner of a church.

And it was just a handsome hunk of a man fingering his bottomless girlfriend as they both reclined on a love seat. The two were sprawled out on cushioned furniture—surrounded by friends who were casually chatting and drinking iced refreshments. The woman's shorts and panties were gathered at her knees and she was lying back against her boyfriend's muscular chest, rolling her eyes and arching her back like an amateur pornstar as he continued to fondle her clitty and dip one finger—then daringly two—into her desperate wet snatch. The beau—shirtless—hummed in a low, resonating voice. His nostrils flared, and Flash spotted him leaning in to kiss the woman and murmur something into her ear. It must have been a damned good joke, because it broke through her orgasmic sweat to make her and their friends laugh all at once.

It was that last detail of innocent mirth—and not the lewd public fingering—that gave Flash his first boner at Indulgence. Instinctively, the poor boi hunched over—moving forward like Quasimodo in a long-self-taught high school method of hiding it. This lasted all of ten seconds before Flash nearly bumped into a pair of buck-naked men, strolling across the grounds with their hands sweetly held together.

"Whoops! Careful there, cutie!" one said with a wink.

"Welcome to the Party!" the other added, blowing a kiss. And then both men sauntered off... along with their elephantine erections.

Flash was having a hard time breathing now. He had to lean against one of the music speaker stands, battling the persistent wheeze of his chest as his eyes slowly swept across the grounds immediately surrounding him... ... ... much to his mixed joy and chagrin.

To the right, he saw a line of women—all young and hot and gorgeous as could be—collectively sunbathing in the nude. One was slowly and lusciously applying suntan lotion to her globulous mammaries when—unbeknownst to her—two friends in bathing suits strolled up with an ice cooler and proceeded to dump the frigid contents all over their companion. Shrieking against a wall of laughter, the soaking nymph hopped up and chased her friends, making threats in between abrasive giggles. There was just... so much goddamn bouncing.

Flash gulped a lump down his throat. He heard a persistent whimpering noise and looked to his left.

Not far away—within a bra's throw—a middle-aged woman was straddling a lucky stud. The lean man lay sprawled out across a massive plush ottoman, gripping the lady's firm ass cheeks as she penetrated herself on his thick rod like a wild cowgirl. Her yelps of painful pleasure formed falsetto echoes against the furniture around them, and he moaned lusciously every once in a while to create a sinful serenade. Two... three... no... five people were in the process of disrobing around them. Like an adult movie, they crowded around the couple, hot and horny. The riding woman slowed her bouncing to reach over and nibble on a dude's veiny cock, before leaning the other way and liberally licking/lapping at a moaning girlfriend's dripping pussy.

The scene grew louder and more profane. The longer Flash listened, the more he heard those same sounds emanating from other random spots across the grounds. It was still just the first morning of the Getaway, but the denizens of Fuchsia didn't waste any time. Already, Indulgence was vibrating with lust, laughter, and pounding flesh. Off in the distance—beside the lake—Flash saw a dozen people engaged in naked volleyball. Over by the verandahs, a man and a woman were casually playing Nintendo Switch all while being orally worshipped by another man and woman. Flash saw a football being tossed in an open patch of field. A dude caught it, but when his bros chased him down—instead of tackling him—they just puled his pants down and fondled his junk. He dropped the ball on the yardline—laughing—and turned around to openly french two other guests. Flash guessed the score was 0 to 0... or maybe 69 to 69.

Flash teetered precariously upon the precipice of hyperventilating. He stood aghast at himself for having such a visceral reaction to all this. The young man had hoped that he might handle things better. But—truth is—he was still young and still anxious and still a virgin.

And what shook Flash the most is that he might not remain all those things for very long.

The entire damned time, Kyline Minogue heralded from the heavens above:

~All the lovers that have gone before | They don't compare to you~

Flash took a deep breath. He leaned away from the speaker stand and re-gathered his things. Around that time, a warm voice spoke to his left:

"Hey there~ Are you doing okay?"

Flash looked over... then up. It was hard not to look directly into the woman's breasts. This was something Flash had to constantly deal with, since his body refused to grow much higher beyond his Freshman year. But typically the woman in question wasn't an honest-to-Goddess nordic supermodel with puffy lips, bright blue eyes, and triple D's crammed offensively into a flimsy shoe-string bikini top.

"You look lost~" She said, then let out a girlish giggle. "Let me guess. First time at the Grounds~?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Flash pronounced, fish-eyed.

"Hmmmm... I guess that's a 'yes.'" She reached out and stroked his arm. The touch was incredibly warm, and it threw Flash off guard—as if he forgot all his life that humans weren't cold-blooded. "Yellow code. That's very brave of you." A coy wink. "Considering the third band."

"I... guess...?" Flash wheezed. He cleared his throat. "I'm... a-actually looking for m-my chaperone."

"Oh?" She cocked her blonde hair aside. "But I don't see a collar."

"She's... uh... she's bringing it for when we meet."

"Ahhhhhhh... sent you down a gauntlet, did she?"

"Maybe...?"

"Heeheehee..." The woman leaned in and kissed Flash on the forehead. "Good luck with that, sweetie. You'll need it." Her boobs jiggled as she leaned back. "Hmmmmmmm... if only you were a redheaded girl. I would have been alllllllll over you." She bird-walked backwards and sashayed off. As she did so, Flash stared at the enormous uncircumcised cock dripping out of her bikini bottoms.

Stifling a tiny little squeak, Flash waddled forward—vaguely in the direction of the mansion. He was too busy trying to walk with a stiff third leg, much less survey the grounds for those damnable cottages.

He did catch sight of something interesting, though—something he had witnessed ever since first leaving the White Zone, only he hadn't paid close attention to it until now. Among the people having fun, having conversations, and having sex—were people not having fun, not having conversations and most definitely not having sex. They wore black velvet button-up shirts and matching dark shorts. Most also sported sunglasses and walkie-talkies and—from what Flash could tell—they were predominantly more muscular and intimidating than the attending crowd.

At last, the boi's rational brain kicked in, briefly interrupting his shocked stupor. That must be security, Flash thought to himself. True enough, the sight of these uniformed individuals matched what Flash had researched online via Fuchsia. There was an awful lot of these strong, deadpan, stalwart sentries—and they were so evenly-spaced that they very easily hung along the periphery of any and all naughty hijinks going on across any feasible portion of the grounds at any given time. Now—more than anything—Flash could almost digest the full financial scope of this place and the resulting cost of an actual Getaway package.

How do they keep from just... getting turned on by everyone and everything around them? Flash bit his lip in thought. Maybe they're fifth generation castrati.

He hadn't an opportunity to roll his eyes at himself, for another brief stride took him upon the fringes of an outright orgy. The scent of sex was so strong that it pierced even his vapid virgin senses, and Flash threw his glance towards the nexus of a train wreck. It lived up to this—in that each and every car of the "train" consisted of sweat-soaked beefcakes who were constantly "wrecking" their dicks into one another. Were it not for one unlucky absentee, the men would easily have made a sexual centipede of sodomy, and it was with no small shock that Flash found more than a few of them hungrily glancing his way between savage thrusts.

"Hey th-there, buddy~" Someone at the very front grunted, tanking the weight of all the shafts thrusting behind his behind. "Wanna hop on Pop?"

"Snkkkkt! Hahaha—!" A man two persons behind him wheezed between happy grunts. "Merry, are you s-serious?!"

"Hey, fuck you, Teddy!"

"I'm—grnnnngh—g-getting to it!!"

Flash stumbled backwards with a shocked expression—which prompted no end of chuckles and cooing noises from the people around him. It turned out that there was an audience enjoying this literal conga line of cocks, and Flash immediately squeaked an apology as he rushed to get out of their line of sight—fumbling to dodge a person or two as they stripped naked and rushed in to join the gay chain reaction on either side of him. Flash lost his balance at one point, only to be "caught" by a strong arm. He turned with beady eyes to see the face of a female body-builder and a younger girl, both of whom took turns kissing him on the lips—the second longer than the first—before gently letting him go and handing his dropped guitar case back to the boi.

"God, you're precious," the smaller woman said, cradled against the reclining figure of the first. She touched one of her own breasts while her partner stroked the other. Both sets of eyes were locked on Flash—sweeping fixedly up and down—before settling on the sight of his third armband. "Consider stumbling back here later? Please?"

Flash strafed numbly, his eyes still locked on those who were locked on him. Never mind the fact that he had just enjoyed his first kiss since dating Sunset Shimmer back in high school, and it had all resulted from a perfect stranger, but he just awoke to the fact that—given the color of his band—anyone around the grounds could and would have physical access to him. Not to actually push into full intercourse, granted, but nothing was stopping them from repeating what those ladies just did. The full reality of the matter hadn't fallen on the boi's tender shoulders until just then, and he didn't know whether to feel flattered or scared. Or both.

It didn't help that—the further he pressed on (or tried to)—he found more and more people outright staring at his left arm. Even perfectly content couples and trios who were making out paused in what they were doing to oogle the third bracelet on his person. Flash got the distinct sense that everyone was out for young blood. Either that—or he was simply a curious sight to behold on the grounds of Indulgence this year. In any case, it was probably for the best that he wore yellow instead of green—or else he might have been penetrated more than a plutonium molecule at that point. The whole feeling of being gawked at—and desired in far more lewd ways than wholesome—was equal parts frightening and exciting.

"Heyyyyyyyy there, handsome~"

As if on cue, Flash heard a sing-songy voice warbling from nearby. In mid-walk, he looked over to see a ring of half-naked middle-aged people seated beside a smoke barbeque. The air smelled of sauce, briskets, and body lotion. The hair on these heads were grayer—and the eyes baggier—but everyone shared an infectious buzz, as seen in their smiles and their beer cans.

"You look lost~" a woman with long curly locks said. She looked old enough to be his aunt... or maybe even his aunt's aunt. A gaggle of like-cougars contained their giggles as she addressed the year old drifting by. "Why don't you come and rest for a while? Mama will keep ya company."

"I... uh..." Flash cleared his throat. Careful to avoid using "ma'am" or "madame," he pointed to his neck. "I hate to disappoint. I-I'm... uhhhh... heading off to meet someone who's spent an awful lot to make sure we keep each other company."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." The woman looked both curious and sad at once. "You've already got a Mama."

Flash shrugged, then pulled deep into his invisible bag of dorkiness to salvage the moment. "Well, if if turns out she's my sister, then this Getaway is ending real-damn-quick for m-me!"

The whole gathering laughed. The men too. One woman sat up with a flirtatious expression. "Wanna find out if we're brother and sister? Hop on over for a spell; let's compare toes!"

Flash chuckled, shaking his head. "I want them left for counting when I finally meet her!"

"Awwww~" The woman pounted, nevertheless winking at the boi. "I don't bite that hard."

"I do!" said a man behind her, patting his hand on her wrinkled shoulder.

The group laughed again.

Flash exhaled, saluting the barbeque party with a smile. He left the scene feeling more amused than anything. The boi weathered a deep breath, scanning the edges of the grounds for the cottages he heard so much about. Flash sincerely wished that he could just relax like everyone else there at Indulgence. Granted—at this rate of near encounters with the happy and horny populace—he just might loosen up enough to be counted as one of them. As he pondered on this, his eyes noticed a column of miniature buildings hugging the northeast tree line. Each was a tiny, cozy looking two-or-three room structure with a miniature porch and adorable little chimney. He saw people—some nude and others lightly dressed—standing idly and chatting between the separate houses. From the look of things, people were just now arriving and settling into these establishments. No doubt—much like the rooms of the main Mansion—they were reserved for special attendees who could afford them.

"The cottages...!" Flash breathed to himself. His features brightened, for there was hope at last that he might survive this gauntlet with his sanity intact after all. "Oh gosh... if I-I can just make it over there without getting pounced on—"

Fate intervened. A pair of strong hands came down on Flash's petite figure from behind. One on each shoulder. He felt a warmth rumbling through him, meanwhile the air smelled of lilac and sunflowers.

"And just what do you think you're doing here, Mr. Sentry?" rolled an authoritarian tongue. It was a voice that snapped Flash viciously out of the moment, like a torpedo up his spine, shattering every chakra in its violent wake.

The boi's beleaguered mind couldn't immediately pinpoint where the voice came from. It was as familiar as the color of grass, or the glare of the rising sun. And yet, trying to pinpoint its origin was like waking up with a start and guessing what day it was, or attempting to put the name to an actor who was guest starring on some random tv show clip.

All that Flash could tell was that he knew who this voice belonged to... that he hadn't heard this voice in a long time... that this voice summoned much pride and appreciation... ... and at the same time it sparked a great deal of panic and fear... ... ... because the only thing Flash was certain of was that the voice did not belong to that moment then and there—or, if it did—it didn't belong to the same time and place that he was sharing.

Something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong. And Flash felt a cold chill—like he was in trouble.

"Well???" the voice dripped yet again. Rich. Syrupy. Womany. The humming tone was powerful, luscious, strong—and Flash suspected that any young person—boy or girl—would be insatiably turned on by the texture alone...

...except that—just as he was turning around to face her—he was already trembling. Catching wise to himself. To that moment. To her. And when he found himself staring straight at her bosomy blouse, he gulped tightly and lifted... lifted his head until he was gazing up at her stern eyes peering straight back down at him. And he whimpered like a field mouse caught in an owl's gaze.

"Pr-Principal Celestia...?"

The woman's rosy eyes hardened into fierce daggers. She scowled at him as if she had just caught a juvenile delinquet skipping class. And this made the entire encounter a hundred times more surreal. Flash's heartbeat increased. Yes, Principal Celestia was always a gorgeous woman. Hell, she was a smoking-red-hot classy Goddess of a woman. But seeing her there—at an honest-to-Beelzebub sex resort of all places—was sparking a cold flame of existential terror deep within the boi's chest. He felt like he was witnessing a glitch in the Matrix, or a flub on his own personal Truman Show. Or—even worse—was he lying in bed somewhere, having dreamt up these past sixteen months of surfing Fuchsia, revolutionizing his tender sexuality, and enrolling in that unbelievably oppulent Getaway at Indulgence? Seeing Celestia's face completely ripped Flash out of the moment, transplanting him into a ghostly void where his optimistic self had previously been just a few felicitous seconds ago. The familiar whiff of her perfume did him even worse, throwing Flash into a distorted trance, making him feel yet again like a scared fourteen-year-old Freshman freshly attending CHS orientation.

"Surprised to see me?" Celestia had her arms folded as her body took on a staunch pose. Like a chess piece. She was a tall human being—a whole lotta woman, both buxom and beautiful. For those who were naughty students back at Canterlot High, she could prove to be really damn intimidating. This was something that a good boi like Flash never had to contend with—until now. "I should say the same about you." Her nostrils flared.

For all her menace, the woman was wearing an adorkably tame outfit, one that Flash vaguely remembered from a certain music festival ages ago. It was a purple coat with turquoise accents over a violet shirt and blue denim shorts. Underneath all of this, Celestia wore midnight blue tights tucked into a pair of mini-boots, which gave off the aura of an oversized teenager shopping at Hot Topic. In contrast to this was a wide-brimmed purple sunhat that screamed "soccer mom." All in all—now as much as then—the outfit belied a school principal who was trying too hard to be young and hip, and yet—dorky as it may have been to the extreme—it somehow worked. Because she was Celestia—to which beauty had no compare—and she could have been wearing a potato sack and still she would pull it off.

And—for the time being—Beauty Incarnate was firing salvo # 3 of the third degree being agonizingly inflicted upon poor Flash Sentry.

"Do your parents know that you're here at such a debauched and sinful place?" Celestia leaned forward, the shadow of her bosom cascading over Flash's paling features like the opening shots to Indpendence Day. The trembling boi stood about even-face with her nipples, something Flash used to meditate much on back during the last whimpering months of his puberty, but right now it'd likely be a death sentence if he dared to obsess any further. "I see that someone's obviously led you astray, Mr. Sentry," she spoke in terse, gatling gun grunts. "How far we've fallen indeed..."

"I... I..." Flash Sentry couldn't help it. He was close to tears—more out of confusion than anything. "I-I'm sorry if I've... disappointed you? Ms. Celestia?" He clenched his fists, sniffed, and stood tall and proud despite it all. "But I'm not here for you to judge m-me..." Despite his sincere push-back, his voice cracked noticeably. "O-okay?"

"Oh?" Celestia tried to remain tight and stern, but there was no fighting the coy smile blooming from her fluffy depths. "And just who are you here to meet, Pretty Princess Tinkles?"

"I'm here for—" Flash Sentry stopped. Flash Sentry blinked. Flash Sentry gazed fixedly at her with a slowly falling jaw.

Celestia took a deep and contemplative breath, drinking in the softening expression on Flash's face. As reality took shape, so did her eyes, moistening slightly with a tinge of vulnerability as she watched and waited. Watched and waited. Watched and—

"Mmmmm..." Flash trilled like a scared kitten. If he had been a pony, his ears would be folding back with infantile curiosity. "... ... ...Dee Dee?" He was questioning the universe as much as her. All things everywhere froze—including the naked and horny people in distant orbit of the two—as the crux of reality shrank and spun into a fractal frame around him, her face, and the beautiful panic sparking delicately in between. "DeeDee? Is... is that you?"

Celestia exhaled. A warm breath. Lilac and sunflowers. She reached down, caressing his face and hair. The sheer touch sent a shudder up and down her tall frame, and it humbled Flash that something about him being there in the flesh floored her even more than she paralyzed him.

Nevertheless, her hand lingered there. Stroking the small of his ear lobe. Tickling his cheek. Her eyes locked with his as her smile grew softer, more sincere. A silliness clung to the edges, tingling with each passing second as she allowed the awkwardness to melt away and for a strange hysteria to fill in the basin left over.

He felt it too. Relief mixed with shock mixed with disbelief mixed with nausea mixed with arousal. Flash sensed his ghost leaving his body, spinning around the scene with a third person camera, and slamming back into himself. There was no more room for all of these bottled up emotions, and the only way to get it out was to giggle—incessantly—like a dentist patient high on laughing gas.

Once he laughed, Celestia did too. One of only two or three times Flash had ever heard his beautiful high school principal let out pure joy like that, and in such exultant volume too. It made him laugh as well—harder and harder—until he suffered one jolt too many and he dropped his bag and guitar case.

"Oh shit~!" Celestia cursed, covering her mouth. It was the first time Flash ever heard her utter anything vulgar.

It was just too much. He dropped like a rock. Flash pretended to be kneeling down to scoop his things back up. It was the excuse Celestia needed to do the same.

"Here, allow me...!" She huffed. She puffed. There was a redness suddenly spreading across her pale features that looked alien. Everything was collapsing. Sweat kissed the sunflowers and lilacs. Flash saw her nipples poking violently from beneath her shirt. Flash saw that Celestia saw that he saw her nipples. Her lips pursed, she froze—on level with Flash. Two confused half-strangers on their knees, praying for the levee to break. Then... with very little pretense left to delay the inevitable—she violently reached out and scooped the trembling boi into a deep hug.

"Eeep!" Flash squeaked, but there was no escaping it. His surprised face pressed softly into her shoulder, and he felt the full extent of her ample bust jutting into his torso. Not even Sunset hugged him like this, and they had dated for several months. He and Daybreaker had known each other for over a year, and yet... and yet... "DeeDee...?" he desperately repeated.

"Yes, princess..." She stroked the back of his neck, fingers relishing in the touch of his hair—the shortest and softest part where the follicles rooted into his goosepimpled flesh. He felt her voice kissing past his ear. Her perfume flowery and motherly and there. "It's me. It's really me."

"DeeDee, you're... you're..."

"Shhhhh..." There was a cold shudder. As Celestia's body shook, so did Flash's, for he was imprisoned in her embrace. Despite the warmth, he was acutely aware of her fractious vulnerability right now, and he didn't fight the hug as she further purred: "Yes. I know. I know, sweetie."

"How..." Flash derp'd. "How long...?"

There was a warm, airy chuckle. Celestia's voice took on that warm rolling tone that Flash had gotten used to during all his high school existence. "As long as I've been alive, you could say."

"I... I never..." Flash bit his lip. "I never figured that—"

"Well..." Celestia's body loosened a bit. Her perfume was so rich that Flash was certain it would soak through him. He wasn't complaining. "...I did take most of my pictures in low lighting."

"Yes..." Flash exhaled, thinking about all of those gorgeous headless selfies she shared—and how Flash never once made the connection between the alabaster goddess and Celestia, nor had any incentive to. "Yes, you did."

His mind was racing, and he hadn't come to a decision whether or not he should be angry. He had always found Principal Celestia attractive—a veritable paragon of feminine beauty. But to think that she housed the spirit and heart of Daybreaker threw him for a complete loop, as if some symbiotic other had fused together since the last time he logged off of Fuchsia.

"But... I'm trying to..."

Before he could even finish speaking, he thought of just how much he knew "Daybreaker." Or—more to the point—how much about herself Daybreaker had shared. And it occurred to him that she shared as much about herself as he shared about himself—which was almost always limited to vague feelings, concerns, fears, struggles, hopes, dreams, aspirations. Never did he once share the exact address where he lived, or the name of the school he went to. And—for that matter—Daybreaker never came out and confessed the name of where she worked or the specific matters that stressed her out on a daily basis or even the location of her home town.

Yes, they shared stories from their pasts. A few names—all of which could have been repurposed for the given anecdotes. All in all, for as intimate and sexual as they got online, the two of them had still buffered a layer of vagueness between each other. Perhaps it was out of some mature act of self-preservation... ... ...something that they had both opted to shatter the moment that they arrived here—here at Indulgence... where there would be no running away from the flesh any more. In fact, had Daybreaker—Celestia—not picked him out from the crowd, he could just as well guessed it was anyone else with a feminine figure—

"Wait." His pupils shrank. He leaned back from the hug and finally faced Celestia dead-on. "How... did you know it was me?"

She gave him a long, coy glance. Patient. Waiting... ... ...

The boi blinked. Hard. Then he groaned at himself. "Duhhhh..."

"Been a long time since you were on the honor roll, huh?" Celestia fought another wave of giggles.

"I... uh... yeah. Of course." Flash was blushing—furiously. The most he had blushed since arriving there, and he wasn't even nude yet. "Gosh, I sent you sooooooo many pics of myself."

"Heehee. Yes you did, sweetie." Celestia stroked his cheek. It was her turn to blush, and Flash saw her eyes glazing over with unnameable passion as she drank him in—her hand lingering on the touch of his young flesh. "Yes you did."

"So... I... uh..."

"Surpriiiiiise..." Celestia pressed a toyful tongue against her teeth. It was very... odd seeing her this close—much less this gleeful. But it was a good "odd," one that made Flash's heart flutter—then drop—then flutter back up to her hungry-eyed gaze. "I did promise you'd be surprised, huh?"

"Yes you did." Flash exhaled. He looked at Celestia. He looked at her for even longer. "Snkkkt—hahahaha...!"

"Hmmm-what?" she smiled brilliantly. Goddess, her teeth were perfect. Just how old was Celestia again?

Just how...

Celestia...

Principal Celestia. The matriarch of Canterlot High School... Flash Sentry's high school...

...and she was heads-over-heels in love with him?

Well, she was Daybreaker. And Flash was her "little princess." And this was Indulgence. And this... this... this...

... ... ...Principal Celestia?

"Is..." She held her breath a bit, reading the thickness as it oozed from his anxiously giggling features. "...is this too much?" She gulped. "I mean... I-I understand that it must change things—"

"No, Miss Cel—Daybreaker." Flash shook his head with a desperate glimmer in her eyes. "It doesn't."

"Princess." Celestia's gaze hardened, and the window of Flash's mind envisioned bold text in a Fuchsia Direct Message channel. "Don't lie to your Queen."

Flash gulped. He carefully prepared the next few words. "I... always told myself that—whoever you turned out to be—I w-would be okay with it, Deedee, so long as it was you."

"Uh huh..." Celestia breathed in, tensing slightly. "And is it as you foretold?"

Flash bit his lip.

Celestia arched an eyebrow.

"Mmmmm...would you be mad at me..." Flash shrunk a bit in her grasp. "... ... ...if I-I told you that this is an upgrade?"

Celestia blinked hard at that. "... ... ...Mrtt... snrkkk—hah hah hah hah!" Despite her explosive outburst, she hugged him tight once more, crushing him to her chest.

He exhaled, trembling with a nervous smile in her grasp. He could almost wrap his head around the fact that this lovely, tall, beautiful person was his Daybreaker. But that it was also the same Principal Celestia whom he had always known...?

"Ohhhhh Flash... Flash, sweetie..." Celestia knelt evenly so that the two could stare at each other yet again. "Let's be real with each other for a moment."

"O-okay," he stammered.

"You're an adult. I'm an adult. And yet—" Celestia's hand found its way back to his hair. She shuddered a fit, fondling his bangs for a little bit longer than she purposed. Clearing her throat, she forced her hand back to his shoulder and fought through a burning blush to say: "And yet let's acknowledge the fact that I've known you were you longer than you've known I was me."

"Well..." Flash licked the inside of his cheek. Bashfully. "I did send the pics. That's on me."

"... ... ..." Celestia momentarily avoided his gaze. "I've... kn-known longer than that, Flash..."

He blinked. "... ... ...huh?"

"Tell me. How did you ever find out about Fuchsia to begin with?"

His brow furrowed.

"Please. Think back, princess."

"Oh... uhm... I've told you a bunch of times." Flash snapped a finger, pointing into the air with a whimsical smile. "The pamphlet. Y'know—that I found under my windshield wiper that one time? And... uhhhhh... it's funny. Cuz I could have sworn that I got a spam e-mail about the app sometime before that. Can you believe that I deleted it?! Hahaha...! And... uh... look where I am t-today!" He pointed sheepishly at the bacchanalia buzzing around them.

Celestia—at the moment—was toying with a lock of her own pastel hair, taking on a look not unlike many of the teenage larvae that she mentor'd back at CHS. "And... mmmmm... wh-who do you think forwarded that e-mail to you?" she suggested. Hoarsely.

Flash cocked his head aside. "What?"

"And... maybe... k-kinda sorta pl-placed the pamphlet on your car after finding out your band was performing downtown?"

Flash's eyes twitched. "... ... ... What."

Celestia gazed shyly at him.

Flash's lips pursed. He felt his pulse thumping. Like a war march.

Her hand snaked down, gently folding around him and squeezing tenderly. "Flash, let's... go have a seat somewhere. Mmmmkay?"