Author's Note

Enter the Domme.

Tags For This Chapter: Collaring, Pet Play, Safe Words, Public Groping, Exhibitionism, Domination, Humiliation, Sissification, Crossdressing, Tearful Orgasm, Kisses From Strangers, Masturbation, and Amazonian Principals Bridal-Carrying Fembois

TRIGGER WARNING: The "R"-Word is used once, but in a moment of implied pet play scenario via dialogue, not a literal non-consensual act.

Daybreaker

Flash felt suddenly scared. He was just barely merging the personas of both Celestia and Daybreaker together in his mind. But—from the nervous tone in the woman's voice—he suddenly feared that both might scatter to dust before he could capture such luscious lightning in its bottle. He felt a lump in his throat, and he found it difficult to stand up.

Thankfully—with matronly motions—Celestia easily helped him to his feet. She even picked up his things in one strong arm and guided him tenderly by the other hand. Together, the two strolled across the remaining grounds of Indulgence. Celestia led him towards the cottages, but not all the way. There was a sooner destination in mind, a large wooden bench resting perpendicular to the shiny lake and the emerald tree line. Surrounded by life-loving people walking to and fro, Celestia placed Flash's stuff by the legs of the bench. She sat down, and Flash made to sit too—when he gasped at Celestia's motherly arms suddenly lifting him with effortless grace...

...and sitting him across her lap like a child. Only now was the sheer difference in the two adults' sizes truly and fully apparent. Even propped up on the woman's knees, Flash's head scarely measured past her shoulders. The position made him feel more than a little diminutive, and it was Celestia's hand—and not Flash's own volition—that ultimately tilted his face to look up into her loving gaze.

She held him there, pausing for a long while. Drinking him in. Waiting for his sissy heart to fall into a normal, calm rhythm. When—at last—she had control of the toasty warm atmosphere, she allowed her voice to roll between them, oozing over his ears as Flash felt her other hand stroke lovingly across the small of his back.

"Her Majesty's little princess has had a very exciting morning, hasn't she?" Celestia's lips purred soothingly.

Flash Sentry shuddered. He sat stiff and rigid in her lap, overwhelmed by the scent of lilacs and sunflowers. He remembered from past Fuchsia conversations how he told Daybreaker that he loved sweet, fruity, and flowery scents—and that he often connected "lilacs" to authoritative, powerful femininity. Clearly, Daybreaker—Celestia—had remembered that too, and it alerted the young man to just how fixedly real this moment truly was.

Celestia continued stroking the small of his back. "Pretty Princess Tinkles is so gorgeous when she's scared." Her other hand stroked his bangs as she smiled endlessly at him. "But she's even more beautiful when she's happy. Her Majesty loves her happy little princess."

The boi's breaths evened out slightly. Flash's shoulders eased, and his muscles further relaxed the more he heard Celestia speaking all of Daybreaker's trigger words—as if the principal was quoting all of the deepest conversations he had with his digital mistress via Fuchsia. But to combine the two of them in his mind was still proving a difficult feat...

"Such an adorable little sissy," Celestia continued, breathily now, cooing and coddling. Flash felt her hand shift from his back to his right side, giving him a slight squeeze while also urging him closer to her. "Her Majesty's put you through so much stress this morning. Pretty Princess Tinkles has had to deal with so many strange and scary people. But—the fact of the matter is—she pressed on... she resisted all of those temptations... ... because she only had Queen Daybreaker on her mind." Celestia's lips curved. "Well, Her Majesty has found her little sissy princess. You're safe. We're safe."

"Mmmmmmm..." Flash sniffled, his eyes watering. He finally leaned into Celestia's upper body, snuggling against her like a lovesick kitten. He squeezed his eyes as tears beaded along the edges.

"Yesssss..." Celestia whispered, guiding a hand to brush the boi's tender face. "That's right. That's right. Shhh-shhh-shhh... it's okay, sweetie. Her Majesty's found you. You're safe with Queen Daybreaker." She hummed—the semblance of a lullaby—and stroked her fingers gently across his eyelids, drying the tears away. "Such a prissy... sissy... princess boi..." A melodious giggle. "So sweet and so delicate—you just can't hold all of it in." She leaned down, brushing her nose against his head—getting a deep and pleasurable whiff of his hair. "Mmmmmmm... Silly precious Princess Tinkles... you really do leak sweetness from everywhere, don't you?" Another giggle, and she kissed Flash's forehead. "Don't you, princess?"

"Mmmm..." Flash trilled, squeezing his thighs together as he squirmed atop the older woman's lap. He felt a new pulse rising through his tender being. It was no longer fear. Or—if it was—it was a different kind of trepidation. Something delicious, although he felt it was egregiously decadent to take a bite.

"Answer your Majesty, Princess," Celestia leaned down to breathe hotly into Flash's ear. "Is my little sissy leaking right now?"

Flash bit his lip. There was most definitely a wet spot forming on the front of his underwear. The boi could already tell that it had to have been a veritable faucet of pre-cum.

"Y-Yes, my Queen," he finally mewled forth. Shuddering—as if with relief.

"Mmmmmmm..." She kissed his forehead again, and the far hand resumed stroking his delicate backside. "That's my adorable Princess Tinkles..."

He looked up at her with soft, vulnerable puppy dog eyes. "It really is you, isn't it?" The statement was necessary for the both of them, not just Flash.

It was Celestia's turn to breathe with relief. "Guilty as charged, Mr. Sentry."

Flash remained leaning against her, absorbed into her embrace. When he spoke, his tender voice rolled through her bosom, which evidently brought the woman enough satisfaction to blush as he carried on: "Those messages from Fuchsia. The spam e-mail... the pamphlet I found on my car..." His blue eyes sparkled innocently. "... ... ...those were really from you?"

Celestia nodded, her spare hand stroking his hair as she examined him close. "I couldn't be sure if you'd actually join from those prompts. Finding out was... literally like searching for a needle in a haystack." She gulped. "But I did find you."

Flash exhaled slowly, deflated against her. "That first selfie I shared... on the femboy groups..."

"That's right~"

"And you... knew it was me?"

"That's right~"

"But..." Flash's eyes narrowed. "...how?"

"You greatly underestimate the sharp eye I've had on you for a while now, princess," Celestia said. There was a pregnant pause, and she rolled her eyes with an amused expression. "Plus—your guitar case was in the background of your room."

Flash blinked hard. "It was?"

"And your old CHS blazer was hanging over the computer chair off to the side."

"Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Flash raised two hands and covered an explosive blush.

"Hah hah hah hah..." Celestia used both hands to force his wrists down. "Don't hide your pretty face from me~" There was a hungry gleam to her eyes. "I've waited so long for this moment."

"I really s-suck at hiding my identity online," Flash muttered.

"Yes. Yes, you do."

"And... ... ...and that's when we started t-talking..." Flash's puppy-dog-eyes floated up towards her again. "Flashinthepan and Daybreaker."

"And we really should change that name of yours, princess."

"Pffft—heehee... yeahhhhh..." Flash smiled bashfully. "I thought it was clever, though."

"It is." Celestia stroked his chin. "You're very clever. And thoughtful. Mature. Empathetic—everything I've always valued in someone." She exhaled warmly. "All of which I was blessed to learn over time..."

Flash's lips pursed. "... ... ...that's what Fuchsia did for us. Huh? It got us to know each other better?"

"A lot better than we'd be able to... afford in person," Celestia said dryly. "Don't you think?"

Flash blinked. He gazed at Celestia's rosy eyes, Celestia's snowy complexion, Celestia's long fountain of pastel hair. "But... all along... before I even stumbled on Fuchsia—"

"I've wanted you for a long time, Flash Sentry," Celestia said in a low and huffy breath. He felt her hand pressing tighter into his back, as if making sure he didn't spontaneously fly away. Her nostrils flared more than a little bit. "A very... very long time..."

Flash gulped, feeling tinier than he did two seconds ago. "J-just how long...?"

For the first time in minutes, Celestia broke eyes with him. Flash saw her gaze scaling the lewd horizon beyond the bench they shared as she waxed nostalgic: "I've... always had an attraction to younger men. Smaller men. Almost as if I'm... just plain allergic to anyone or anything that could be seen as more dominant or more assertive than myself. Maybe it was my way of adapting to how much... height life has given me." She gulped. "I've had countless conversations with Luna about it, cuz I've dealt with it for years, and I've had very few confidants than her. Even as a teenager, I felt alone. Friends jokingly referred to me as 'Queen of the Amazons.' And it stuck—in more ways than one. When I first started dating, I simply couldn't pretend to be the submissive wilting flower for whatever headstrong partner dared to hold hands with me. And as time went by, eligible bachelors only grew older... and I grew less interested in all of them. I felt... simply cursed. I wanted the opposite out of what was expected by most of my potential suitors: control, dominance, the upper hand. As years went by and I obsessed more over it—the whole prospect of finding a perfect someone became pure fantasy. It drew me mad—and my only escape was to engross myself entirely in my work..."

"As principal of CHS," Flash remarked. He winced slightly. "Oh gosh... that could have led to a lot of trouble..."

"How so, sweetie?"

"I mean... at the school..." Flash squirmed, unsure of how exactly to word it. "...all the boys who attended... myself included—"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings crop up once in a while," Celestia stated. "I am human, Flash. I'm also a professional. But—more important than that—I would never... ever put a minor into a gross and damaging situation." She shook her head. "Nothing is ever worth doing that to another person, no matter the intention."

"Of c-course..." Flash felt a little guilty for implying—or almost implying. But something still gnawed at him. "So... uhhh... exactly when did you... uhm... n-notice me?"

"Hmmmmmm..." Celestia smiled off towards the rising sun. Her cheeks went rosy—and Flash could tell it was from channeling amusement more than anything else. "Do you remember... one afternoon in your senior year..."

"Senior year...?"

"Yes, sweetie. Do you remember one afternoon in your senior year when Flash Drive got up on stage and performed a tribute song that you wrote for the Rainbooms?"

Flash's brain tapped into its musical muscle memory. "'Cheer You On'," he recalled. "Sandalwood was on keyboard. Ringo on rhythm guitar. Brawly Beast on drums. I... sang..." Flash grimaced... then grimaced some more. "Oh gosh... I was wearing that shirt too..."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm—that shiny red unbuttoned one~?" Celestia purred.

"Oh gosh..." Flash covered his face again, squirming on the woman's lap. "Oh gossssssssssh I was such a hammmmm."

"Heeheehee... yesssss you werrrrrrrrrre..."

"Wait..." Flash uncovered his face, blinking cutely. "But... you weren't there." He looked up at her, squinting. "Were you? It... it was a relatively small crowd, as I recall. But I don't remember seeing you there..."

"I watched the video recording that the A/V Club made of it," Celestia said.

"You watched the recording??"

"Well, I had to, sweetie," Celestia explained. "Microchips' science experiment went rogue and damaged the school property before you could finish your full set. It was my responsibility to ascertain the most recent breach in security."

Flash blinked, as if suddenly forgetting that CHS was often and randomly wrought with magical/technical mishaps worthy of saturday morning cartoon narratives. "Oh yeah. Right."

"You mean you forgot about that?"

"I... remember risking my neck to help the Rainbooms defeat Microchips' robot with their geodes. It tore my shirt up. But later, Rarity stitched it up for me. That was after Sunset gave me a lecture for wearing it unbuttoned while on stage." Flash bit his lip. "... ... ...okay, mostly I just remember the shirt I wore."

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm." Celestia squeezed his shoulder, lovingly kneading it. "So do I."

"Pinkie Pie had gifted it for my eighteenth birthday—" Flash recalled. "She said I looked good in red." He did a double-take, then smirked up at Celestia. "Hey! That's right! I turned eighteen a few months before that performance!"

"Believe me," Celestia droned, briefly deadpan. "That's a... specific detail I could never get out of my mind."

"Yeah, but—how did you know?"

"I'm principal of Canterlot High School, Flash. I know everyone's age."

"Oh."

"And... ... ...it made me feel considerably less guilty..." She freed a hand to fan herself, gazing off with a blush. "... ... ...when I-I took the video home with me." She gulped. "And watched it several more times." She gulped again. "Every night."

"Oh..." Flash blinked.

"And morning."

"Oh... ..." Flash blinked again.

"Mmmm—and also snuck stills of it on my phone for when I took coffee breaks in the office at work."

Flash felt that "leaking" sensation growing a tad bit more prominently in his crotch. He squirmed there in the lap of that beautiful woman who was shamelessly confessing her obsessive infatuation to him. "You... uh... you had it bad for me, huh?"

She huffed a lung-ful. "Yes."

"Eheheheh..." He chuckled bashfully.

"It... drove me more than a little bit batty," Celestia loosened the collar of her shirt ever so slightly. "On one hand, I wanted to pounce you and make you squeal with painful pleasure. But—on the other hand—I wanted to keep my career. Also not go to jail. Yes... that's... th-that's an important detail..."

"So that's why I saw less and less of you throughout senior year," Flash remarked.

Celestia let loose a melancholic sigh. "You... noticed that, I see..."

Flash bit his lip. "I mean... how can you not notice your daily life suddenly being less beautiful?"

"... ... ..." Flash felt Celestia's grip of him tighten, like talons struggling to resist sinking claws deep into a helpless prey. "I'm... ... ...going to remember that for later," she said in a breathy tone.

"'Later?'" Flash squeaked.

"I had to look out for myself, Flash," Celestia said. "And—as self-absorbed as it sounds—I had to look out for you as well." She brushed a hand through her own pastel threads, exhaling. "I had no intention of ruining my prospects as a principal and mentor, and I wasn't about to take advantage of an innocent young man who didn't need his life complicated by a crazed pervert."

"I mean..." Flash shrugged, trying on a crooked smile. "I was eighteen."

"Mr. Sentry," she groaned in an authoritarian voice.

He winced. "Sorry."

"Shhhhhh..." She brushed his bangs, smiling softly. "It's okay."

"No it's not." He bit his lip. "You... you must have been going stir crazy. I had no idea."

"It wasn't your place to know."

"But—"

"It had nothing to do with you," Celestia said firmly. "Get that out of your head. You owed me nothing. You still don't. Don't even pretend to think that there was ever a part you had to play in my... c-complex back then."

"... ... ...but you still had a crush on me...?" Flash's lips quivered. "I... I'm sorry, Miss Cel—Deedee. But I don't—... I just don't get it."

"Don't you?" Her gorgeous features loosened. The poor woman looked like she was strung up halfway between sobbing and laughing. Rather than give into hysterics, she cherished the opportunity to hold him close and stroke his cheek. "A sweet boi... handsome yet pretty... healthy but delicate... with so much respect for others? Willing to support... but desperate to prove himself—and somehow so adorkably awkward and charming in everything he does and says that it makes you want to instantly scoop him up and smother him until he bursts...?"

Flash curled up in her lap, hands posed like a squirrel caught in headlights. "Y-you really think all that about me?"

"Snkkkt—heehehee... stop ittttt..." It was Celestia's turn to cover her eyes, blushing furiously. "Goddess, you just make me want to absolutely gobble you up..."

"I... I-I guess I still don't get it, DeeDee..."

She exhaled long and hard, gazing defeatedly at him. "Maybe... maybe it is just me. Maybe I won't ever be able to properly explain it. But I adored the ever-loving fluff out of you then... and I still do now. Especially now that I know so much more about you... about what makes you tick... about what turns us both on..."

Flash gulped. "Because of Fuchsia."

She stroked the back of his head. Shuddering slightly at the touch. "That's right..."

"So... you set me up to meet Daybreaker..." Flash's eyes narrowed. "...so you could learn more about me?"

"Part of me thought that—perhaps—it would help the infatuation wear off. Well..." Celestia didn't even have to finish that. She simply shook her head in gorgeous defeat.

"I... I guess I should thank you," Flash said. "Now that I'm actually seeing you in person."

"Oh?"

"Of c-course...!" He sat up straight in her lap, trying to look her evenly in the face—and failing horribly. "I mean... I've learned so much about myself from speaking with you! I've discovered who I really am—how I wish to be—how I can enjoy life and... and... and just everything!"

Celestia's eyes were round. Moist. Searching. "...are you so sure about that, sweetie?"

Flash felt his heart sink a little. "Why w-wouldn't I be?"

Celestia battled a bubble of emotion rising up through her chest. Breathing deeply, she raised both hands to his shoulders, squeezing tenderly. "I feel... that..." Her teeth clenched... then unclenched. She started over: "You deserve an out, Flash."

Flash almost whimpered at that. "An out...??"

"Flash..." She squeezed his shoulders again. "Princess... ... ...I know you're an adult now. You've always been an adult to this obsessive woman, as far as I'm concerned. But... this... all of this... ... ...it could still get very... very c-complicated." She gulped. "Perhaps even dangerous. Never mind me. I know the risks. I've always had. But... I don't want to make you go through with something that you might regret."

"But why would I regret—??"

"I love you, Flash Sentry," Celestia stabbed, almost making him faint. She looked down at him dead-on, eyes piercing despite the ever-going threat of tears. "And while there are many... many things I like to do for you... and to you..." Her tongue lingered. A shudder. "...I want to make sure that you're okay in the end. And—most of all—that you're not here with me out of some sort of obligation or attempt to pr-prove yourself or... or... guilt—"

"Nobody's forcing me to be here, Deedee," Flash said. "At least... I mean... if I was b-being forced..." His breath grew a bit hot. Heavy. "... ... ...it's only b-because I also wanted it."

Celestia stared intently at him. She breathed. Breathed.

"Can... I-I ask you something, m-my Queen?"

She squeezed his shoulders again. "Anything, princess," she rasped.

His eyes narrowed. "If you knew that it was so 'wrong' to have a crush on me while I was still a senior... and you've been so concerned for my livelihood—even to this day... ... ..." He cocked his fair blue head aside. "... ... ...why did you even invite me to Indulgence in the end?" He clasped his delicate hands together, as if pleading. "I... I can't even pretend to know where you got the money from, Miss Celestia...! Like... it's costing you an arm and a leg just to show yourself to your naughty crush after all these months. Just... what's made it all worth it?"

Celestia was breathing harder and harder. Her pupils had glazed over with something unnameable, and it hitched the hot air in her lungs with each rise and fall of her hardening nipples.

"... ... ...this," she stammered, and Flash felt her grip of him tighten. Those same womanly hands that were holding his shoulders slithered hungrily up and down his arms, sides, and thighs. "Thisss," she practically hissed, and the contact her fingers made grew even hotter, toying with Flash's hair and tickle-tracing the dainty curves of his ears. "I must... I need..." She swallowed, then licked her lips as her unblinking gaze oozed all over him, followed by her lusting fingers. "I got to have this. If... if you wold be willing to g-give it." Another gulp. "To give yourself. Flash, I'll..." Her hand traveled down the back of his spine. "... ... ...I promise that you will enjoy it. If you j-just let me make you my plaything for a week... at least this week. There will be... so much fun and pleasure." Her teeth clenched, and her hand traveled lower—crossing the demilitarized zone and fondling his tight virgin ass through his jeans. "There will be much discomfort too. Even pain... but... but I swear... I will make sure you enjoy every minute of it." She squeezed him, caressed him, sliding a finger or two against the hottest of hotnesss—beneath him and between his legs—making the boi gasp into her sweat-scented speech: "And if it's even a fraction of how much I will enjoy you, Flash, then it will be a week that you will never forget. And even if..." She fought back a bubble of fear; Flash felt her hand drawing back to his trembline tailbone. "...if y-you decide that you will want nothing to do with me afterwards, I promise that you'll still start your journey into adulthood much stronger and more capable than you were before."

Flash trembled in place, practically sitting on her hand at this point. He knew that Celestia was exposing so much of her vulnerable self right now, and thus he struggled over a couple hundred thousand ways of saying "YES PLEASE" without shattering the pleading domme's mind.

"Would... you let me have that opportunity, Flash...?" While one hand squeezed his ass yet again, another tilted his chin up towards her. A flicker of confidence polished her smiling face as she swooped in for the kill. "...would you let her Majesty put a leesh on her Pretty Princess Tinkles? Let her make her prissy sissy cry... gasp... sob... laugh?" She leaned in, just a breath's kiss away, purring. "Would you let me have full control? Just for this week? To make all her dreams come true? And for her adorable princess pet as well?"

Flash Sentry's body had locked up tightly, his hands dug neatly into his legs—probably because he was hiding the hardest and most thunderous erection of his entire existence. He felt Celestia feeling him up, and he knew then and there that he'd be dealing with two women. No—not so much the Principal versus Daybreaker, whom he was just now starting to grow accustomed to blending together. But, rather, he realized now that he was going to be dealing with the woman who cared for Flash's feelings along with the cougar that wanted to shamelessly break him. But—so long as both halves had his best interest in mind at the end—then it was more than a worthy endeavor. Indeed, Flash knew that this was ultimately going to be a challenging exercise in trust, but one that he was willing to go through with. At least—that was the excuse he settled on, rather than chalking it all up to unmitigated horniness.

"Miss Celestia... Deedee..." Flash's voice came out in a mousey whimper. "Y-yes."

The older woman tilted her head aside, eyebrow raised. "What was that?"

"Ahem..." Flash coughed delicately. "Yes. Yes, ma'am."

"... ... ...say it in full, princess." Her words were like falling boulders.

Flash blinked. "Say... it in full?"

"We've gone over it before~" Celestia said, a bit softer in tone. "Over Fuchsia. Her Majesty needs more than just 'yes' or 'no.' This—this is like a contract, my little princess."

"Oh..." Flash exhaled. "Oh yeah... uhm—"

"If you agree to this, I need you to say so fully and completely." Celestia pivoted Flash until the gasping boi was straddling her, facing towards her chest. She grasped his face with both hands and leaned in until all the sissy could see was her full, commanding face. Eyes piercing. Anchoring. "I need you to repeat after me..."

He gulped and nodded his head in her grasp. Waiting obediently.

"'Your Majesty, I agree to be your sissy princess pet this week.'"

Flash took a shuddering breath. Nevertheless, his words came out solidly: "Your Majesty, I agree to be your sissy princess pet this week."

"'I will wear your collar and do everything that you tell me to.'"

"I will wear your collar and do everything that you tell me to."

"'Even if it hurts or feels awkward, I will do as I'm told.'"

Flash's fingers tightened between them, and he felt a little more sissy pre leaking out of his nethers as he repeated: "Even if it hurts or feels awkward... I will do as I'm told..."

Celestia smiled. She leaned in, scooping Flash into a deep hug—a hug that pressed his trembling face deep into her clothed, warm bosom. A plush field of lilacs. When she spoke, her voice rolled through him, and he could feel her womanly heartbeat throbbing passionately throughout—like sacred percussion.

"And Her Majesty will protect her Pretty Princess Tinkles," she purred. "She will play with her—but she will not do anything to damage her. She promises to respect the boundaries her princess has told her multiple times, and to listen and pay heed to whenever she gives the safe word." She parted the hug, if only to tilt Flash's head up and toy lovingly with his hair. "You do remember the safe word, do you, princess?"

Flash nod-nod-nodded.

"Say it," Celestia insisted.

"Mmmmm..." Flash shifted awkwardly, for it was the first time he'd ever pronounce the sacred thing outside of Fuchsia sex RP. While it was true that Indulgence had its own safe word for all attendees to use, he and Daybreaker had conversed multiple times about relying on their own trigger for when they would actually be intimate in real life together. Still—as much as Flash cherished the notion—it was a word that Daybreaker chose due to how much his sissy self loathed the very notion of it. Thus, after a tiny bit of fuss, he eventually blurted: "'Trousers.'"

Celestia smiled warmly at hearing the sub state it out loud. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Say it again."

Flash breathed. "Trousers."

She kissed him once more on the forehead. "One more time."

"'Trousers'..."

"Mmmmmmm..." Celestia leaned down and nuzzled his hair, holding him close—but gently—to her chest. "Her Majesty's beautiful... beautiful princess." She inhaled the scent of the boi's scalp, stroking his backside and speaking into his ears. "Are you ready for the collar, my loveliest?"

He nodded, exhaling against her shirt.

She stroked his back a few more times, then gave his shoulders a squeeze. Setting the two of them apart, she shifted on the bench, reached into her back pocket, and pulled out a slender baby-pink collar. Flash could tell that it was made out of the same flexible, water-proof enamel as his armbands—so it was obviously manufactured to Indulgence standards. But—unlike the models he had browsed through online via Fuchsia, this particular article was bordered with an unabashedly girly white lace.

"Yes~" Celestia saw Flash's eyes glued to the thing. "It's a custom model~" She giggled lightly under her breath. "Maybe... now you know why I was here long before Day One's opening." She looked bashfully aside. "Also, I had to do some shopping for someone precious..."

"Shopping...?" Flash's voice leapt.

"Ahem..." Celestia leaned forward, bringing the collar to Flash's neck. "...my sweet sissy princess, once this is on—you understand—you will be mine for a week. All mine."

Flash's twitching eyes locked onto the band. He felt his pulse quickening as it loomed closer to his tender neck. In the middle of the choker—front and center—there hung a silver heart-shaped locket. There was a keyhole, he saw, that likely doubled as a place to loop a leesh-line through. But, more than that, there was an inscription delicately emblazoned upon the pendant: Princess Tinkles – Property of Celestia.

The boi couldn't fight it. A deep tingling sensation rippled up his body, climaxing in his sinuses. He cursed the gods, loathed the stars, and damned the fates as he lost control—

Celestia was in the middle of her ongoing speech: "This is your very last opportunity to change your mind. Because once you're collared—"

"A—choo!" Flash sneezed, careful to aim the outburst away from his mistress.

She blinked, completely derailed. Her fingers somehow managed not to slip their grip of the collar. "Flash? You—"

"Achoo!" he suffered again. It was a heavy sneeze to him, but—to the casual observer—it resembled a sissy field mouse squeaking from too much pollen. Finally—"Achoo!"—and he exhaled with relief, sniffling as he blushed.

"... ... ..." Celestia blinked. Slowly, a goofy grin rippled across her face. "Oh. My. Gosh. You weren't kidding...!"

Flash rubbed his nose, avoiding his gaze. "Of c-course I wasn't..."

"Heeheehee—!" Celestia chortled like a schoolgirl, rocking the bench they were on. She settled in time to smile lovingly at him. "I swear to Goddess, you're just so... sooooo adorable."

"Mrmmm..." Flash clenched his eyes shut. All his life, he had to deal with this... inexplicable curse. He wasn't a medical expert, so there was no telling if there was some sort of neurological explanation for it, but every time Flash was presented with a thickly horny situation where he knew—beyond the shadow of a doubt—that sexy times were to be had, he battled the uncontrollable urge to sneeze. It usually only lasted a moment, and then he was good to go. Nevertheless, this brought him no end of embarrassment and self-loathing, but evidently much amusement and adoration from Daybreaker, whom he had explained the "condition" to over Fuchsia. "I... I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, precious." She stroked his chin one last time. "I love it. I love you."

Flash placed his hands in his lap, looking up at her with a bashful blush. "Han Solo," he said.

Celestia snorted. "Don't ruin the moment..."

He stuck his tongue out. "And my sinuses didn't?"

"Shhh-shhh-shhh..." She booped his nose playfully. "Is it out of your system?"

Flash took a deep breath, nodding. "Yes, my Queen."

She held the collar up once more, continuing where she left off: "Once you are collared—save for the use of our safe word—there will be nothing stopping me from cuddling you... from playing with you... from using you... from raping you..."

Flash's entire being jolted at that last phrase. For a moment, he was scared that he might sneeze again. But—he remained seated on her lap like a good sissy pet and simply nodded. "I understand."

"And so you have committed."

She held her breath, reached in, and wrapped the collar neatly around his neck. There was a flick of the wrist; Celestia produced a tiny key which she used to lock the choker into place.

Click.

The heart-shaped pendant swayed to a stop. The circuitry within the Indulgence device wirelessly connected with the rest of Flash's bands, and he witnessed a solid yellow ring reflected in Celestia's bright wide eyes. The color could only be further changed—for both the collar and the bands—at an Indulgence band center, with both his and his chaperone's permission. But neither of them could deny the sanctity of the line that had just been crossed, and that there was no turning back now.

For Flash, he suffered an eerie chill, both exciting and dreadful.

For Celestia, her nipples poked violently through her shirt, and she held a hand to her cheek as if to steady the outpouring of her next breath.

"And..." She wheezed, looking like she had just birthed an angel into the world. "...it's done~!" She breathed, then breathed easier. By the third exhalation, Celestia was giggling, cheeks rosy and hands clasped together like an ecstatic little grade schooler, having received a brand new kitten all tied up in a pink bow. Flash would have found it cute and silly—had there not been an even cuter and sillier soul in the room. Namely his: the source of her drunken chirps. At last, Celestia sighed, simply gazing at him with eyes full of a loving, lustful shine, and Flash felt a stirring in his heart. As if something sacred had just come to pass, and he was powerless against the flow of it. Like a sailor thrown to a tempest, at the mercy of the nearest Goddess that be. The one who had just collared him.

Part of Flash wondered exactly what came next, and he even thought of asking her. But then he realized that it didn't matter—not even remotely. Questioning it would imply that he owned a modicum of agency in the matter, which he didn't. Maybe she would tell him to kiss her, or to walk off a cliff and drown like a rock. Yes, of course, there was a safe word Flash could use to escape anything and everything, but the narrative was that he had absolutely no say whatsoever. And that was a narrative he currently bought—as she did—and it made him feel unbelievably weak. But—at the same time—unbelievably hard.

To say that he was trembling right then and there would have been an understatement, and when Celestia so much as moved her hand, Flash nearly fainted. Instead, he felt her tender and loving touch, stroking his chin and tickling the flesh of his neck above and below the collar, flicking at the dainty white lace that he could feel no matter which way his head was tilted. While the neckpiece was mercifully comfortable, there was no denying the fact that he constantly felt its presence, almost annoyingly so. Which—perhaps—was the point.

Celestia licked her lips, rosy eyes narrowing into a predatory squint. "It's done," she repeated, breathily this time, with the full implification being that—in fact—everything had just started. With strong arms, she repositioned the nineteen year old pet so that he sat astride her lap with legs dangling over her furthest knee. Flash's shoes didn't reach the ground beneath the bench in that position, and it made him feel even tinier. "How do you feel, princess?" she hummed.

A tiny breath blew out his button-nose. "I... uh... I-I feel just fine, my Queen."

Her eyes narrowed, and a painted fingernail traced the front edge of his leesh, like she was dotting a line for beheading. "An obedient pet tells the truth." A flash of ivory—sharp teeth "Tell me how you really feel."

"Uhmmm..." Flash curled his hands to his chest. The trembles of his petite figure made the heart-shaped pendant of his new collar jingle slightly. "Sc-scared, my Queen," he finally spurted.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm..." Celestia leaned in, nibbling at Flash's neck, chin, and ear—making him gasp three times in a row. "You should be," she hissed, horrifying and arousing the young man all at once. Her face drifted in closer—if that was even possible—until Flash's eyes were filled with her lustful gaze and his nose filled with her flowery scent and his mouth filled with her tongue... for she had finally plunged in for the kill, frenching the boi hungrily as she imprisoned him there on the bench in a fierce embrace, running her hands through his hair and across his posterior and then to the sides of his face, pressing him closer and tighter as her head pivoted to devour his lips more and more and more. "Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm!!"

Flash barely had the werewithawal to squeak. Despite the romantic soul he had always boasted, the young man had little to no experience with kissing—so when Celestia's mouth assaulted his oral cavities with nymphomaniacal hunger, he could only quiver against it in a helpless stupor. There were countless nights when Flash fantasized about kissing someone—or being kissed—this passionately, but nothing had quite prepared him for how hot and... sloppy it was. His mouth was filling with an insurmountable heat, and he soon discovered that most of it was Celestia's saliva and not his. His tongue darted back and forth—like a tiny engineer trying to salvage a sinking ship—but someone else's tongue wrestled it into submission, laced with Celestia's moans and panting breaths, and Flash whimpered against it when he had no other physical recourse left... which only turned on Celestia even more and the woman's kisses somehow increased in ravenous intent, suckling at his lips and flicking at his teeth and trying to swallow his tender sissy outbursts in between.

Even before Flash knew that Daybreaker was Celestia, he realized that the soul he had fallen in love with over Fuchsia was a monumental force to be reckoned with. His tender, prissy, virgin soul just couldn't compete with the mountain of experience and finesse and confidence that the older woman possessed. Which—all things considered—was fine. Daybreaker had made it clear time and time again that she didn't desire a lover to compete with her, but rather a bottom that she could utterly crush into submission. He thought he was prepared to weather her complete authority and control.

Flash was wrong. Nothing could have prepared him for this unfathomable degree of want. The boi was being fondled and stroked all over at such an alarming rate that Flash blindly wondered if the woman had sprouted ten extra hands when he wasn't looking. Her mouth never stobbed gobbling up his lips, and he imagined that—given the opportunity—Celestia would gladly cannabalize him completely, piece by princessy piece.

Things had blurred by so quickly in the last hour—from arriving at Indulgence to the startling revelation of who Daybreaker was to this new suffocating life as a collared pet—and Flash had more than a little bit of difficulty processing it all. The chiefest hurdle his mind had to leap was that Principal Celestia—the matriarch of Canterlot High School and his most exceptionally sexy mentor of yesteryear—actually had this long and undying crush on him. But—being outright assaulted by her in open public—the sheer reality of the matter enveloped him on all sides, and he felt like he might pop at any moment... ... ...which was probably what she wanted.

So, Flash gave up. He stopped pretending like he could have any agency in the matter or exercise the pretense of being a manly lover. The collar had been affixed to his neck, the pendant locked and the covenant made. He was nothing more than Celestia's plaything. If she chose for this sissy pet to experience pleasure from the matter, that would be Her Majesty's choice. He simply had to trust her... to give everything to her... and believe that his weak and ineffectual nature wasn't a deterrant. Considering that a full two minutes had passed and she was still kissing him all over, Flash's lasping mind determined that she was more than a little bit "content" with the matter.

As for himself... well... his usually soft manhood was hard as titanium. The only thing keeping him from bursting was finally finding a way to groove with Celestia's physical rhythm.

A rhythm that she inexplicably broke... finally severing the barrage of french kisses to lean back and gaze lustily at the blushing prey in her lap. Flash—in a feverish blink—thought that a spider had nested between them. His foggy vision cleared, and it turned out that a thin ribbon of saliva dangling between their lips—lewd and flimsy—and ultimately vanishing as Celestia's mouth moved with a deep-voiced murmur:

"Pretty Princess Tinkles can and will do everything her Queen says so long as she's collared," Celestia stated. It was a declaration and not a proposal. A hand stroked through Flash's soft blue hair over and over again, and he saw the woman's eyelids flutter—almost as if she enjoyed a mini-climax from the feathery touch of his scalp alone. "Do you understand?"

Flash nodded. He gave a response—but his vocal cords didn't work at first. Clearing his throat, he wrestled a mouth still hot and dry from Celestia's invasive tongue. "Y-yes, my Queen."

Celestia leaned back, still stroking his hair over and over and over and over and—"Touch your nose with both hands."

"... ... ..." Shivering slightly, Flash didn't hesitate. He brought both sets of fingers to his flushed face.

The corner of Celestia's lips curved. "Open your mouth wide."

The young man gulped before doing what he was told. His jaw opened wide... ... ...and stayed that way. Sweating, he looked left and right as he waited, wondering if Celestia intended for him to freeze like that as the seconds dripped by.

"Now close it."

Flash did as he was told, slightly relieved.

Celestia tilted her head aside, eyes narrowing as a flicker of amusement crossed her face. "... ... ...meow like a cat."

Flash blinked.

Celestia kept staring.

"Mmmm..." Flash leaned closer, looking worriedly over his shoulder as a trilling sound rose up his throat, and—in an adorably juvenile tone—he parrotted the sound ingrained into his mind since preschool. "Meow...? Mrowww. Rowwwwwwr..."

Celestia giggled incessantly, patting her pet's head. "Now. Lean up. Give me an eskimo kiss."

"...!" Flash perked up, eyes bedazzled. He lifted as much as his petite self could in the woman's lap and brought his face evenly with her. Leaning in, he rubbed noses with her, delighting in her scent.

"Heeheehee..." Celestia rubbed his nose back, then—with a gentle push—she sat him back evenly across her lap. "Now..." Her hands stroked the back of his collar before settling on his shoulder. "...loud and clear so everyone around us can hear, say 'Come watch this pretty sissy princess get fondled.'"

Flash's eyes twitched. His pupils shrank as he stared at his mistress in horror. In the central eye of his hurricane horniness, a startled heart washed over with ice. The paralysis must have lasted far longer than he realized, for Celestia's smile was briefly replaced with a frown.

"Do as your queen says, pet," she hammered. The barest hint of a growl.

"Mmmmm..." Flash felt a pit of nausea rising up his throat. He squirmed, shook, and eventually released: "C-come watch th-this pretty sissy princess g-get fondled—"

"Louder," Celestia gunshott'd, brow furrowing beneath the ominous brim of her hat. "You will attract a crowd, sissy. This isn't even remotely open to debate."

Flash's tiny manhood twitched. He sniffled, feeling his eyes watering as every meager inch of his psyche fought the matter, but...

...he obeyed. "Come... C-Come watch this pretty sissy princess get fondled...!" he exclaimed, voice cracking.

"Repeat it," Celestia hummed, bringing a hand down to his ass. Squezing. Hard.

"Please...!" Flash felt like hyperventilating, but the only thing keeping him steady was the weight of his voice being thrown. "Come watch this pretty sissy princess get fondled!" Already, he could see faces glancing, bodies turning, and eyebrows raising in a thickening halo around the bench. "Come watch this pretty sissy get fondled."

"Mmmmmmmm..." Celestia leaned in, kissing his sweaty forehead. "...that's more like it, my pet."

"Heyyyyyyyyy," a handsome man shuffled up alongside two similar looking beefcakes. "What do we have here?"

"Oh gosh!" a college-aged girl gasped in adoration at the sight of the two. "What an adorable collar!"

"Whoah... now that's a catch!" A half-naked musclehead smirked approvingly at Celestia. "Way to go, hotness~"

"Mmmmm. I dunno." Celestia pouted, resonating with a playful tone Flash had never heard from her before—but was more than certain he'd have to get used to. "She seems kind of small to me." The Principal of CHS winked playfully at the gathering crowd of half-naked Indulgence guests who had come to answer the sissy summons. "Still... she does yelp like a songbird." Immediately upon saying that, one of Celestia's wandering hands pinched Flash's left nipple beneath his shirt.

"Aaaaaaaaiiieeee!" Flash cried, writhing in Celestia's grasp.

Women giggled. Couples cooed. A few men growled lustily.

"So I think I'll keep 'er," Celestia said, leaning in to kiss Flash's panting neck. As more and more people watched, her hands wandered faster and faster, showing off her complete and utter posession of the boi in her grasp. "Besides... heehee... I'm not sure she can tread water on her own~"

"Hot dayum," one guest exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked Flash up and down. "Were they also selling cradles where you snatched this twink?"

"Oh right." Others spoke from within the forming audience. "I forgot about that. They lowered the minimal Indulgence attendance age by two years."

"Actually three years."

"Holy shit! Are we looking at this Getaway's Babe In the Woods??"

"Heh... gotta be! That's the first third-bracelet I've seen all morning!"

"I don't think this cherub's any older than eighteen!"

"Actually..." Celestia leaned in to nuzzle Flash's cheek from behind. She threw a proud wink at those gawking. "...this little princess is nineteen years and four months." She stroked a naughty hand upppppppp the narrow of Flash's trembling fanny, summoning a breathy moan from the boi. "But—yes—I do believe I've found this season's Lost Lamb. And so have you!"

"'Princess?'" A young woman giggled, sending a flutter to Flash's heart through the sheer heat of this dubiously consensual exhibition. "What an adorable prize for sure! Heeheehee...! But she's not dressed very girly, is she?"

"Ah... that's just the thing..." Celestia wiggled her eyebrows devilishly, then lowered her hands to Flash's sides. "Her Majesty's Pretty Princess Tinkles does everything her queen tells her to. And—if she's been a good little pet, then she's prepared a treat for me—a treat that I'm willing to share with everyone!" She nuzzled Flash's ear, meanwhile gripping the lower edges of his sweatshirt. "Lift your arms, my treasure."

Flash whimpered, his pained eyes locked on the faces, faces, faces locked on him—hungrily waiting for what happened next.

"Do as you're told~" Celestia said. "Go on. That's right. Lift those dainty prissy arms of yours~"

Flash bit his lip. Trembling—he nevertheless obeyed, raising his arms above his tousled blue head. With little effort at all, Celestia swiftly lifted the hoodie off his upper body like a magician would rid a dinner table of its cloth. A white t-shirt with Flash's lightning-shield totem lingered underneath.

"Ohhhhhhh, sweetie...~" Celestia chuckled, dropping the hoodie onto the side of the bench while grasping the bottom hem of his shirt. "You're such a tease. Now—show us all your true sissy self~"

Off too went the shirt, and the air filled with giggles, chuckles, and snirks. The collectively feminine half of the group joined together in a dreamy chorus, clicking their tongues and melodically cooing. A few of the men whistled and clapped their hands at the half-naked boi before him.

Except he wasn't exactly half-naked. Beneath Flash's shirt and hoodie—clinging to his tender nipples like a secret skin—was a pastel pink camisole. It had narrow shoulder straps laced with lavender frills, and the lower hem had a translucent layer of even softer pink accents. If that wasn't sissy enough, the commercial-perfect Disney likenesses of Princess Rapunzel, Tiana, Anna, and Elsa were felicitously brandished across the feminine article's bust. The intimate clothing was far too large and too adult in size for what was "obviously" its target demographic, suggesting a great deal of custom work being made to fit Flash and Flash alone.

Which was most definitely the case. Celestia—Daybraker herself—had procured and mailed the clothing specifically to Flash's home so that he'd have the specially-fitted article ready to wear upon their rendezvous at Indulgence. It was a one-of-a-kind outfit, and quite expensive to commission, which both flustered and humbled Flash to no end. It wasn't too hard for him to prove to be a very obedient boi... but then he earned extra extra credit for having applied a lavender and vanilla bathwash to his petite person overnight—in two separate doses—so that once his feminine top was exposed... along with the soft skin lying goosepimpled underneath... his mistress would get a good long whiff of the princess pet's prissy fragrance. And knowing how big Daybreaker was on olfactophilia...

"Mmmmmmmmmm Goddess..." Celestia hissed at the culmination of a long and indulgent inhale of the boi's upper neck and shoulders. She hugged Flash tenderly from behind—giving him a big teddy bear squeeze—and rubbing her hands playfully along the frilly edges of the girly-girly camisole. "...you're everything a queen could dream of, Tinkles~" She stroked a few hands up and underneath the boi's princessy top-piece, making him gasp and squirm with a flushed expression. Pressing her tongue to her teeth, Celestia grinned at everyone in the crowd like a bratty teenager absorbing the spotlight of her own birthday party. "Isn't she just the dreamiest?"

"Ohhhhhhhh gosh gosh gosh...~" A young woman drifted in, eyes starry as she gushed and drooled over the sissy. She had to have been only two or three years older than Flash, which somehow embarrassed the poor boi even more. But her genuine cuteness won the flustered sub over as she drifted in, looking pleadingly at Celestia. "She's sooooo cute! I just have to give her a kiss!" Two hands clasped beneath her chin. "Pleeeeeease?"

Celestia waggled her eyebrows, tilting Flash slightly towards the edge of the bench. "Free of charge~" she purred. "The only price is your envy..."

"Eee-ee-ee..." The girl leaned in, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips to Flash's mouth with the feather-softest of contact. For as safe and respectful the gesture was, she nevertheless hovered there—lips to Flash's lips—for a very long time. No doubt she got two fair nostrils full of lavender and vanilla. "Mmmmmmmmmmm-hmm-hmm-hmm...!" She eventually broke the kiss with a giggle, cupping her cheek and beaming. "It's like making out with a candy store~"

"Here. I gotta have a taste." A much taller, more buxom woman lightly pushed the first damsel away and kissed Flash multiple times—each humming oral treatise proving longer and more succulent than the last. "Mmmmm-fuck..." She leaned back, if only to reach a hand up and caress the trembling face of the breathless boi. "This has to be th is year's Babe in the Woods for sure. Just look at that fuckkin' virgin gaze."

"Alright..." A mountain of a man lumbered in, blotting out the morning sun with his stubbled smolder. "Guess I'd better get a piece of history here."

"OoooooOooo..." Celestia stifled a snicker, shoving Flash's head forward and into that wall of masculinity. "Do we have a Prince Charming?"

"I ain't here to rescue her~" And the man gripped Flash's chin savagely, forcing a yelp from the boi—a yelp that was soon swallowed by his carnivorous jaw latching onto Flash's face at an angle, shoving in a tongue that penetrated, explored, and dominated the sissy's quivering oral cavities. Flash whimpered several more times—which evidently fed something primal within the man, for he growled like a wolf as each second persisted that he suffocated Celestia's pet with passion. The man even went as far as to lower a free hand and fondle his own stiffening bulge beneath his jogging shorts, essentially pleasuring himself at the hapless sissy's expense.

If this was any other civilized spot on earth, there'd be people yelping and citizens calling the cops. But this was Indulgence—and Flash was wearing a yellow band, much like his collar—and everyone in attendance "oooh'd" and "ahhhhh'd" while this perfect testosteronical stranger used Celestia's pet as a masturbatory tool. The CHS Principal in question purred and could be seen squeezing her own breast for at least half of the magical moment's duration.

Flash—however—couldn't see her. He could only see stars—all of them serenaded by the man's hot and breathy groans being aimed down his neck. His poor nose was filled with the scent of manly musk and sweat, and the edges of his face burned from the scrape of the attendee's abrasive stubble. And yet—Flash was in a hellish kind of heaven, his heart leaping every time he heard a moan or groan from the beastly stranger devouring him, reveling in the fact that his timid sissy self could bring so much pleasure to something so large.

When it sounded as if the attendee was about to reach a climax, the man backed off with a hissing growl, releasing both Flash and his own erection. Through clenched teeth, the man seethed: "Fuck me, I love these goddamn fairy twinks. Hey Mistress." He smirked Celestia's way as his hardon evidently lingered in his shorts, like booster rocket floating beneath velvet waves. "Think you'll bring this bitch on board the yachts before the Getaway's over? I got a few friends who would love to test if the little minx can float."

"That depends on how kindly you ask~" Celestia chimed.

"Uh huh? And what if we don't give a shit?"

Celestia stuck her tongue out. "Then maybe you'll get to fuck her faster!"

The crowd chuckled. Smirking, the man saluted and walked off—stiffly.

"More! More! More!" a girl chanted.

"Let's see if all of 'em is 'princessy!'" another guest chanted.

"Way ahead of you...!" Celestia spoke in a perky tone, as if she was showing off her school campus to the district superintendant. Instead, she was about to disrobe her submissive sex slave before a drooling pool of horny onlookers. "I haven't even begun to unwrap my present...!" She kissed Flash's cheek, then his ear, then whispered: "Ease up, sweetie. Lift those shapley legs with me. That's a good girl..."

Flash didn't fight her. He was beyond the point of resistance. He was beyond his own limits of perception at this juncture—neither transcendant or deevolved. He had been stripped of so much agency and masculinity and strength that he felt like a limp strip of lace thrown before the wind, blowing every which way Celestia's fingers—or words—conveyed him. He was devastated by all the strength and willpower that he had lost. Or—that is—he believed that he should have been devastated, that a tragedy was unfolding, that he was being presented to a deviant niche of the public eye as a prissy trollop, fetishized and objectified. And yet—if this was a tragedy—why was it making him so damn hard? And why did he feel so excited for finding out just how much more perverted this entire scenario could get?

He should have felt horrible. And yet—he didn't. He hungered for more, and knowing that he should have been ashamed over each layer of decency that was being stripped for him only made his heart flutter all the more. In the back of his mind, Flash felt the two syllables forming: "Trousers." It was his escape, his salvation. All he had to do was was say it—breathe it—out loud. That, or "verdant." Or—if he couldn't summon the voice—he could just press the knobs on his bracelet in quick succession like Ms. Starlight had taught him back in the office, and members of security would come running to stop Celestia if "Her Majesty" didn't have the strength to stop herself.

But—Flash refused to give in to any of those merciful acts of departure from this moment. The young man had been building up a bubbling froth of need and desire and tension all his young life—an agonizing, stressful, and overtly sanctified form of anxiety, supported by self-doubt and glued together by melancholy. Then—out of the blue, or perhaps the pink—he had thrown his mind and balls deep into Fuchsia. It was a journey instigated by desire—set upon the path towards desire. And while it had come to Flash's understanding that Daybreaker/Celestia had a heavy, guiding hand in all of that, the journey nevertheless brought him towards this moment, the first tumbling domino of his ill-fated virginity, and the beginning of a seven day long Getaway of release.

And release, Flash did, sniffling and quivering. He cried delicately—like the delicate flower princess that he was—as Celestia effortlessly yanked his shoes and jeans off, exposing his perfectly-shaved, hairless legs to the public... and the adorable nexus where his milky thighs met—a pair of baby pink panties with lavender lace trim. Just like the camisole, three juvenile mascots graced the front of the pastel undies: Ariel, Cinderella, and Belle. They looked so happy and sweet and flowery that it made for a tonally shocking contrast to the gently sobbing male specimen sporting them. Or—perhaps—it was the absolute most complementary blend of emotions, given the inespicably sissy nature of Flash's adorable veneer. And—as it would seem—the audience Celestia had gathered were perfectly in-tune with the moment.

"Awwwwwwwwwww~!!"

"But of course she'd be wearing undies like that!"

"Heeheehee!"

"Such an adorable little sissy princess~"

"Oh don't cry~"

"You're absolutely beautiful, sweetie~!"

"You don't have to cry~"

"But look!" A woman giggled, pointing straight at Flash's pantied crotch. "She's crying in two places~"

Flash sniffled, throwing his gaze towards the sky. There was no sense in hiding what the woman was referring to. As more people giggled and chuckled and cheered, something tiny, delicate, and most decidedly leaking made a noticeable twitch beneath the princessy fabric of those panties. A saturated wet spot of pre-cum formed a slightly translucent band across the combined faces of Ariel, Cinderella, and Belle—no doubt brought upon by Flash's constant arousal over the past hour or so.

"Hmmmmmm..." Celestia smiled wickedly. "I think you've found my little pet's secret." She winked and hugged Flash tightly from behind. "She's always crying... at least down there." Her womanly hand snaked down, traced the subtle curve of the boi's balls, and squeezed its way teasingly up the pantied stiffness. "Isn't that right, Tinkles?" She kissed Flash's neck multiple times—in conjunction with her gentle caresses.

"Unhh—!" Flash squirmed all over, his legs spreading—which only gave the audience an even better, more lurid shot of his girlishly-wrapped crotch. As Celestia stroked and fondled him, that wet spot across the cartoon faces spread further, drenching those princessy smiles. The boi was so unabashedly aroused—and so unabashedly exposed for being aroused—that every breath hitched in his voice as more and more helpless sobs squeezed from his vocal cords. "Guhhhh... m-my Queen...!"

"Mmmmmm..." Celestia took another whiff of his perfumed neck and hair, practically huffing the submissive specimen. "My Pretty Princess Tinkles~"

"Heeheehee!" An onlooker giggled. "You certainly came up with a good name for her!"

"She didn't need much help 'coming' up with it," Celestia said with a wink. "In fact..." She massaged and tickled Flash's nethers through the increasingly wet undies. "...I think something else is about to come up pretty soon..."

"Mmmm—!" Flash twitched and writhed as if he was being electrified by jumper cables.

But it was just his mistress' gentlest of touches to his holiest of holies. "Hmmm? What's the matter, my pet? Is Her Majesty's Pretty Princess Tinkles going to make cummies in her pretty panties?" She leaned in, kissing and nuzzling the reddened face of the squirmy creature in her grasp. "Oh, what an unbecoming thing for a princess to do in front of so many people! But you just can't help yourself, can you? So much tender sweetness all locked up in that sissy little body of yours~" She gave his soft bulge another squeeze, causing Flash to yelp as she plastered his neck with motherly kisses. "Someone so precious has absolutely no business trying to keep all that happiness locked up inside. And Her Majesty's Pretty Princess Tinkles is a happy little pet, isn't she?"

Flash was hyperventilating at his point, his mouth hung open like so many anime girls in hentai comics he'd randomly consume on the Internet. He couldn't tell if he was subconsciously imitating art or if art was imitating life or if he was just fucking desperate to reach an ecstatic end to this lewd pageantry. He stared a million miles beyond the grinning, gawking faces of the people watching his exposed sissyhood. The perfume of his former school principal turned domme—combined with the girlish scents of his own immaculate skin exposed to the morning air—was throwing him down a maelstrom of hot horny sensory overload. Tears streamed down his young face, and he felt a crest coming—followed by an inevitable drop that he wasn't certain he could climb back from... or was supposed to.

"It's okay, sweetie." Celestia toyed and tugged and shifted at his turgid sissihood beneath the pastel fabric. "Let it go, my pet. Heeheehee—it's alright. Your princess friends will catch your cummies for you! Won't that be fun~?"

"Oooh! Oooh!" An onlooker smiled. "Aim it at her favorite!"

"OooOoooh..." Celestia licked her lips in amusement. She hummed into Flash's bloodshot ear lobe. "Which one is that again? Her Majesty knows, of course~ But be a dear and show our friends, sweetie~"

"Mmmm-mmm...!" Flash bit his lip, sweating and heaving.

Meanwhile, Celestia pushed and kneaded his crotch, causing a tiny-tiny wand to shift under the fabric towards a redheaded mermaid, then towards a French peasant beauty, then towards a blonde in a blue gown and wearing a shiny tiara in the center—

"Uhhhh—!" Flash trembled all over, his voice raising in octaves, girlish and unrehearsed in its spastic sincerity. "U-Uhhhhh—!!!"

"Heeee!" cheered a guest. "We have a winner!"

"Dead center!" a dude laughed. "Stroke of midnight!"

"Unnnhhh—!" Flash cried, his body starting to undulate against Celestia's firm grip. His sensitive member twitched rhythmically in its pastel prison. "Uhhh—Deedee...~"

"Tell our new friends what a pretty princess you are~" Celestia nuzzled his ear, fondling him faster and harder while her other hand wrapped around and assaulted a nipple under his camisole. "Say 'I'm a Pretty Princess' as you cum. Do it now—for your Queen. Cum and say it now. Now, my pet. Now."

"Uhhh-huhhhhhh...~" Flash sobbed, tears streaming. His eyes rolled back as he surrendered to the beauty of the moment. Slutty. Cute. Sacred. Dirty. Pretty. Hot. Hot. The universe collapsed, sank into him, and bloomed outward through an infinitesimal pinhole of painful pleasure at the foundation of his sacral chakra. He broke rapturously under the thunderous implosion of it all, and a warm river of milk spilled through the gates, carrying with it a song as he soaked his panties. "I'm a Pretty Princess~! I'm a Pretty Princess~! I'm a Pretty Princesssssss~~!!"

For all of the monumental force rolling through Flash's nethers—and his blissful euphoria upon the peak of his orgasm—the reality of the matter was that only a tiny trickle of filmy boijuice dribbled from his meager member, pasting and saturating Cinderella's immaculate visage from the inside out with torturously sweet slowness. He writhed and whimpered the entire time, and it was soon rather obvious that he would be squirming for an even longer time. Because—true to his innate sissiness—Flash's ejaculation was a long, emotional, and intricately girlish experience, and the only person expressing more joy than him at that tender moment was the woman cradling the boi as he drenched himself adorably before the crowd.

"Oh... oh sweet Goddess..." Celestia briefly broke character, cupping a shaking hand over her squeaking lips as she gazed with wide eyes at her pet's lengthy episode. "Oh... oh it's even cuter than I imagined...~" She sniffled, dried a tear just as it formed, then threw her dominant veneer back on before hugging Flash deeply from behind. "That's it, princess. That's right. Just let it all out—let it alllllll out for your Queen."

"Muhhhhhhhhhh—!" Flash arched his spine, eyes rolling back. His little hips gave two meager thrusts—as if he was desperate to hump the sky—and his spasming manhood endured an orgasmic aftershot or two, affording quantifiable spurts... one of which actually managed to pierce the filmy fabric of the princessy panties, exposing a droplet of sissy milk to the tingling air. "Ahhhh-haaaaaaaa..." He slumped back against Celestia's bosomy embrace, sobbing as he finally... finally began his breathy glide back down the crest of that brilliant peak. "Hhhhhhuu... hhhhhhhssshh... fuuuuu..."

"Awwwwwwwwww~~!"

"Heeheeheehee—sooooo much milk!"

"So cuuuuuuute..."

"Fuck that's hot..."

"Who'd have thought that such a tender princess would have so much stored in those little balls of hers?"

"Yaaaaaay!! Three cheers for Princess Tinkles!"

"Hip hip—hooray!"

"Hooraaaay!"

The audience laughed, giggled, and applauded. Poor Flash was still twitching—and leaking—as random attendees occasionally lined up and took turns kissing and nuzzling the boi's sweaty, pleasure-glazed face. A few even paused to invite a kiss from Celestia—who gladly acquiesced. Any and all who stuck around for the conclusion of the lurid scene were more than abundantly awarded, and almost all faces of those present were smiling contentedly—as if true princess magic had blessed them on this most beautiful morning.

And it was just the First Day of the Getaway.

Eventually, there'd be a sober surfacing from this bliss. It was Celestia who took point, gazing over her shoulder at the line of cottages, then taking a deep breath as she prepared for the next phase of erotic abandon. She was more aroused than ever; her nipples threatened to poke holes through her shirt. Before making the next move, she reached down—scooped a surviving bead of semen from the outer tent of Flash's panties—and brought it to his pursed, panting lips.

"Suckle, sweetie~" Celestia purred. "And soon we'll be off. Her Majesty simply can't wait anymore."

Flash—in a daze—wrapped his lips around her finger in a natural act of obedience. His eyes closed as he tasted himself. Truth be told, it wasn't the first time the experimental young man had done so. Many erotic dares shared between himself and Daybreaker over the past few months had led him to do superemely naughty things in the comfort of his own bedroom/bathroom. Such exercises always tasted bitter then, but somehow the horny act of Communion this time carried a dazzling sweetness. This—more than anything—convinced Flash that he was a new being, a beautiful butterfly birthed at Indulgence.

And from the strengthening grip of the woman cradling him, Flash got the distinct impression that this butterfly was soon to get pinned.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Celestia had gathered Flash's clothes and slung them loosely over her shoulder. "...it's been an absolute pleasure..." The tall domme expertly gathered Flash's bag and guitar case with one arm. "...but this Queen simply can't fritter about any longer." She stood up from the bench, effortlessly bridal-carrying the limp and still-trembling sissy in her grasp. With a smirk that was both devilish and horny—she motioned towards the cottages just beside the nearby treeline. "I'm off to absolutely destroy this little babe's virginity~ So, if you'll kindly excuse me." She turned and marched off at a brisk pace. "When you see us next, I'll be more inclined to share~"

The air filled with charismatic applause. One would think that the president had just heroically announced the defeat of invading aliens. Instead, it was a merry band of Indulgence attendees clapping and whistling and waving happily at the departing pair.

"That was beautiful~!"

"Have fun, Pretty Princess Tinkles~!"

"You're sooooooo cute!"

"Enjoy yourself~!"

"Fuck 'em up, hotness!"

"Snrkkt—Hahahahaha!"

"Woohoo!"

Flash—a dizzy and delirious pet still high from the orgasm (which hadn't entirely stopped yet)—could only nod and smile numbly at the appreciative crowds. As the faces thinned out, he became aware of his near-naked state, clad in princessy lingerie—the lower half of which was utterly soiled in boimaiden milk. Shivering, he clung to the only soul that mattered, the same soul he was completely at the mercy of.

The soul that was undoubtedly about to crush him into faerie dust.

"Stay awake, pet," Celestia's throat rolled. Her nostrils flared. Her grip of him tightened as she bee-lined for one singular structure among the cottages. "You're not yet done crying."