A week went by; a week where every day Flash got more outfits delivered. Dresses came in twos. Each day a new pair arrived, and he would have to model them for Luna or Celestia (but usually both). He was finishing up his vacuuming while Celestia and Luna were both back at school, when Flash's phone beeped with a message.

Flash stared at the name of the sender: Thunderbass.

"Hey. Sorry about being quiet, was out of country modeling pants. Going to be in Canterlot on the weekend. Did you want to go out somewhere?"

The unsaid word took root in Flash's brain and started growing like kudzu. His fingers shaking, he replied.

"Sure. Where'd you want to go?"

"I have a friend who manages a restaurant in the city. I figure we could have dinner, then catch a movie. You still in?"

"Yes!" Flash quickly backspaced and deleted the way-too-eager sounding answer. "Sure. What night and what time?"

"How about Saturday at 6?"

Without thinking, Flash belted out, "Sounds good. You probably want to know where I live." He sent the address a moment later, barely holding back a squeal of excitement.

"Okay. I'll pick you up then, babe."

Legs wobbling, Flash clutched the phone to his chest and let himself fall to the couch. He'd been dusting, but everything changed now. He couldn't dust when he had to think about the date and if he'd be allowed to go.

If he'd be allowed to go.

A glance at the time showed it to be early afternoon. Flash couldn't expect either authority figure in his life to be home any time soon. Biting his lower lip, he swapped to the group chat that his Mommy and his Dommy were in, and started typing. "Thunderbass asked me out on a date Saturday. Is it okay if I go?"

After a moment, a speech bubble appeared beside Luna's icon with the status of typing, then: "Fleur, that would be my night with you, but if you have a date I can wait for our next night. Do you need me to pick anything up on the way home?"

Flash hadn't even figured out whose night it might have been, but that was always up to Luna and Celestia to figure out anyway. Now he had to show how thankful he was. "I promise I'll be good next time we're together! Thank you!"

When Celestia didn't seem to respond, Flash figured she was probably busy and put his phone down. It was a deep-breath moment. Flash had so much to plan for now that he spent a good five minutes alternating between giggling and panicking before he realized he was getting nowhere. "I have a date!"

The best way to figure out what dress to wear, he theorized, was to try them all on one after the other, take a picture, then spend the next hour or so debating a score for each. "Now I have a lot of work to do." It wasn't so much that he didn't want to do any more cleaning, all he was doing was pushing around non-existent dust.

Flash's biggest problem was how much he enjoyed dressing up. He was so distracted putting on each dress, taking pictures, then taking them off for the next one, that he didn't notice the time until he realized there was a dark beauty looking into his room.

"Ahh! What time is it?" Flash grabbed for his phone and checked while Luna smiled at him wider and wider. "Ahh! I haven't started dinner!"

Stepping into the room, Luna put a hand to Flash's shoulder and guided him to sit on the bed beside her. "Calm down, Fleur. We can order some Chinese or something. You know, before you moved in, we'd get food delivered most nights."

When Luna started to stroke his long hair, Flash felt the panic drain away. Leaning into the attention, he still let out a little whine. "B-But, Dommy, I got so caught up in—"

"Shh. Though I am curious as to what you were doing, but I don't want you to worry."

"I—" Flash bit his lower lip. "I was trying to work out which dress is the cutest, so I put them all on one at a time, then took pictures, trying to figure out. I only got half done, though."

"A trade is in order. Send Celestia and myself all the pictures you took, and we'll forgive your little lapse." Luna guided Flash with petting, bringing his head lower and lower until he set his cheek upon her lap. "Is that a good deal?"

"Yes, Dommy." Laying in the lap of his mistress was one of the happiest past-times Flash knew. "Do you want them now?"

"They can wait until you've gone through everything. How many more do you have to go?" Producing a brush from her purse, Luna began to brush at Flash's hair.

Utterly undone by Luna's attention, Flash nodded a little. "I got through eight. There's only two more to go."

Delegating one hand to brushing Flash's hair, Luna used the other to hold her phone out where Flash could see the screen. "I hope you don't mind, Tia, but I gave our little girl a task to do earlier. I'll be ordering Chinese tonight. She'll be all done by the time the food arrives, but could you send me a list of anything in particular you wish to order?"

It was almost painful for Flash to watch Luna type so slow. Earlier, when she'd responded to his text, she'd been far quicker. He just couldn't bring himself to mention it, given the brushing.

A reply popped up that was only one word: "Rangoon."

Reading it, Flash managed to ask, "Mommy likes crab rangoon?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. When we were in college, she lived on it six nights a week." Luna set the brush down Flash's hair one last time as she put her phone away. "I believe Rarity still has one more outfit for you. I'll pick it up tomorrow, Fleur."

Flash realized, with the brushing stopping, it was time to get up. Knowing he was getting another dress, though, he jerked upright and then almost pounced on Luna to hug her. "Thank you!"

Hugging Flash again, Luna seemed careful not to snuggle him too much before standing up. "Was there something in particular you wanted for dinner?"

"Some noodles would be nice." Realizing he'd never made any Asian food for them, Flash made a mental note to learn and practice it. "Should I get back to my task, m-mistress?" His question got a pat on the head before Luna left the room. Collecting his phone, Flash Walked over to his mirror again and took some pictures of his dress, both crumpled from snuggling with Luna, and smoothed back out again.

Dutifully, he changed outfits twice more and took pictures before, finally, slipping into his casual around-the-house spring dress. It was a soft patterned blue skirt with a matching crop-top that he'd learned to wear so that it didn't show off anything he didn't want. A little packing down his bra and he walked out of his room. That's when he remembered his promise. Grouping up the best picture from each dress, he sent the whole bunch to the group chat.

Walking up the hall to the kitchen, he remembered he still had the pumps on he'd been wearing to show off the dresses. As he emerged into the living room, where both his greatest loves were sitting and looking at their phones, Flash was witness to the leg-trembling event that was the pair of them looking at him at once.

Patting her lap, Celestia set her phone aside. "Come on, Fleurette. Tell your mommy all about this message."

His excitement bubbling past all sane levels, Flash rushed over and sat on Celestia's lap, allowing himself to be drawn back against her tummy and, when his rump slid down between Celestia's legs, his head slotted perfectly under her chest. "It was from Thunderbass!"

"Mmhmm," Celestia said, her fingers tickling up along Flash's jawline. "And did he happen to say why he took so long to get back to you?"

"He's been out of the country. Doing a photo-shoot or something." A flicker of memory tried to get Flash's attention, but he was too cozy and comfortable to worry about anything for now. "He said we could have dinner and a movie."

Luna's phone beeping interrupted their conversation. She stood up and said, "The food is almost here. I'll go collect it."

Despite having learned that he liked guys more than he'd ever thought, Flash was comfortable enough with himself to still feel a great longing for Luna, his Dommy. Her every step was power contained, every motion a study in forces he only barely understood. She also looked incredible.

When her sister had left the room, Celestia tickled Flash's chin a little more. "You were staring, you know."

"I'm allowed to. Dommy said I could stare if I wanted." It was true. Flash had a little card in his bedroom that declared that he was allowed to stare at Luna if he so pleased. The way she'd given it to him had left him giggling for weeks. "I think she likes being stared at."

"Not by just anyone. My sister has a specific type she favors, and even then you are something extra special." Giving up on tickling Flash's chin, Celestia wrapped her arms around him and pinned him to her stomach. "You make her as happy as you make me, you know?"

The sound of talking came from the front of the house. Flash blushed to think that not having them a home-cooked meal was still his fault. "I'm sorry I couldn't cook dinner tonight."

"When a young lady starts getting invitations to dinner, she starts getting distracted from mundane events. Have you figured out what you're going to wear?"

"I have a few days, so I'm going to think on it. I don't want to rush things. Plus, I need to know what kind of restaurant it is, and how warm it will be. Wearing the wrong clothes would be terrible!" Even listening to himself, Flash tried not to giggle at how important fashion had become in his life. The more clothes he got, the more options he had, and that meant he had to spend more time contemplating those options.

The clacking of bowls in the kitchen, followed by Luna calling out, "Dinner's ready. Want me to bring it in there?"

Much as Flash wanted to never move again in his life, he nonetheless understood that eating where he was would only wind up in him making a mess of his dress or his Mommy. "Coming!" Celestia released her grip and let him up, then stood herself to follow him into the kitchen.

Dinner, once Luna had shared out the food onto plates and into bowls, was relaxed and cozy. As they swapped things around so each got to try a bit of everything, Flash noticed that the crab rangoon never left Celestia's side. It raised learn to cook Chinese food up Flash's priorities quite a bit.

When the last ball of deep fried ice cream had been consumed, and the sounds of mastication ceased, Luna stood and started clearing plates. Celestia got up too, but rather than help with cleaning the table down, she circled around behind Flash and pressed herself against the back of his chair. Seated as he was, that resulted in his head fitting snugly under her bust. "I believe it's my night?"

"Honestly?" Luna looked back at Flash and her sister, her lips curling into a smile. "Our little girl needs some more softness. You can have her for the night. I saw a new club I want to try out."

Repeated shivers of anticipation and glee tumbled down Flash's spine. The soft weight of his mommy's breasts on the top of his head shared her warmth with him and, soon enough, he found that warmth grew to a glowing arousal.

"I know you've already been playing dress-ups, sweetie, but would you like a little more?" The purr in Celestia's voice betrayed how much she wanted to play with Flash.

Not that Flash was in any way considering denying his mommy her fun, or his fun for that matter. "I'd love that, Mommy!" He couldn't look up and see her face, of course, but that was fine by him.

"Well, why don't you run and get ready, and I'll organize a few things." Leaning back and off Flash, Celestia displaced herself from his head so Flash could move.

Not that Flash couldn't have moved from where he'd been, he'd just never want to move from such a spot. With the amazing breasts removed, however, he turned to look up at Celestia and let out a wistful sigh. "Yes, Mommy."

Left to his own devices for a moment, Flash stood up and gave Luna an apologetic glance (that she returned with a smile and a wink) for not helping with the dishes, then hustled off for his bedroom. It was a struggle not to skip all the way down the hall. "If Mommy wants to play dress-up, I need to be ready to dress up."

The first thing was to clean his makeup off. A little cloth and a cleansing wipe later and he was free of that. The clip he'd used to keep his wash of blue hair from his face was removed, and then Flash took off his top, shoes, and socks. The last was his dress, which he collected and folded carefully.

His comfortable bra showed very little hint that it was padded, something for which Flash was quite proud. He'd studied at the flat-chest of a master, and had learned-well Rainbow's lessons. He was still admiring his handiwork in the mirror when he noticed his mommy walk up behind him.

Flash could have spun around or said something, but he knew she enjoyed catching him out in moments like these. When her hands came down on his shoulders, Flash gasped and jumped a little. Dramatic, yes. Worth it for the widening of Celestia's smile, absolutely.

"My little girl's all grown up. Chasing boys and making them chase you back. Fleurette, what are we going to do with you?" Walking to the bed, Celestia patted the covers to encourage Flash to follow—which he did. "Will you still let your mommy dress you up?"

Giggling, Flash had to jump up a little to get his rump onto the bed, then leaned sideways against Celestia. "Of course." He wasn't sure when she'd put it there, but a large, flat white box sat on the foot of the bed. Clearly meant for holding clothes, Flash felt burning curiosity eating within at what the contents could be.

"This isn't an outfit for you to wear in public." Celestia lifted the box over, then paused. "I think I'm going to have you blindfolded while I dress you up. That way the final outcome will be much more interesting."

Flash was about to question his mommy, but when she produced a length of silk scarf from her cleavage, he was silenced. Sitting still for her, trusting her completely, he felt the warmth of her body in the scarf as Celestia wrapped it around his head several times, completely obscuring his vision and leaving the scent of her body as a substitute for his sight.

Shivering as Celestia made satisfied sounds, Flash could only imagine what she was doing. The sound of the box opening, of fabric swishing the scent of new cloth around. "Is it soft?"

"A guessing game?" Celestia asked. "Yes, it is soft."

The crinkling of soft paper in the box was evident next. Flash felt his mommy's hands touch one of his feet and he dutifully lifted his limb up so she could work easier. A sock, or what seemed like a sock, pulled up and over his foot before Celestia touched his other foot and, when it was near the first, another sock slipped over that.

With his legs close together, Flash gasped when Celestia started pulling the "socks" further up his calves, then over his knees, and finally up his thighs. "Wha—?"

"Shhh. I won't ruin the surprise." Taking a moment from working the garment up his body, Celestia pressed a finger to Flash's lips. "Why don't you tell me what you think it is?"

"Tights? Leggings? But they're so— Oh! Stockings?" Only when they were pulled up to his waist did it make sense what they were.

"Any thoughts on what this outfit might be?" Now Celestia was making happy little humming sounds under her breath. "Arms up."

Doing as told, like a good girl, Flash felt a loop of fabric around his arms that, to him, seemed about as big as his hips or shoulders. She pulled it down as he tilted his head up a little to help whatever it was (he hoped it was a dress) came down. "This is a dress, right? Wait, how short is it?"

"Scandalously, Fleurette. This skirt is scandalously short." Tugging down on the dress, Celestia got it down over Flash's head and then made a soft, annoyed vocalization. "We're going to need to adjust some things, Fleurette."

When Celestia pulled the dress back up and over his head, it displaced the blindfold. Flash, being a very good boi, dutifully closed his eyes and gasped. "Mommy! The blindfold!"

Gasping, Celestia was quick to tie the scarf back on and give Flash a pat on the head. "You're a good girl, Fleurette."

Beaming with pride, Flash leaned into the head-pats until Celestia stopped giving them. Then he squeaked in surprise as her fingers fiddled with the catch of his bra. His hands flew to his chest, but it was far too late.

A kiss on the nose broke Flash from his panic. The smell of Celestia, so close, soothed him and calmed him back down.

"You need to wear something strapless for this. Don't worry, I won't let anyone see you undressed."

Flash didn't need to hear Celestia's voice getting quieter to know she'd gone to get something—the smell of her had reduced and he was left afloat in a world devoid of his mommy. Under the blindfold he closed his eyes and waited, not shivering despite being mostly naked, thanks to the heat he felt within. He still shivered at how fun this was.

"Okay. You'll have to wear this skin-tone one Luna got in your size. Let me put it on and I can see about trying to pad it for you." The new bra, when Celestia fitted it around his chest, fit perfectly but Flash was surprised it had no straps at all. All this time he'd never really thought how shoulderless outfits could still allow for support.

With the garment fastened, Flash could feel his mommy's hands working to add back the padding she'd freed from his normal bra, tucking it down under the soft flesh of his chest. After some time had passed, and she still wasn't done, Flash felt like he needed to say something. "M-Mommy?"

"I can't say as this is a skill I have ever had to learn. Would it be alright, sweetie, if I left this to you after you're all dressed?"

To Flash's hearing, his mommy sounded flustered. He giggled, remembering how generous her bosom was, and nodded. "I can take care of that, Mommy." That got him another round of head pats that had him squirming for joy.

"Well, you'll have to. Now, arms up again. We need to get the main part of this on you." When Flash raised his arms, again, he once more felt the tight dress being pulled down over him, the middle of it squeezing around his waist and, finally, Celestia tugging it down over his hips.

Wiggling his rear a little, Flash had to admit that skirt barely got past his hips before it was done. A hand reached out around his own and, gripping it, Flash was pulled to his feet. "Where are we going?"

"Your hair needs a little work. Well, actually we need a wig." Guiding him across the room, Flash had enough orientation to realize she was leading him to his makeup chair. It had become one of his favored places of late, mostly because it let him see his true self in a big, well-lit mirror. That was all lost to him now, though, with the blindfold still in place. "This is going to be odd, Fleurette-dear, but let me know if I tug anything too much. Now, close your eyes and keep them closed for me."

Flash again closed his eyes and felt the blindfold removed, then replaced with something tight around his head. Celestia started pulling his hair up into it, before twisting the thing around a bit and patting his hair down flat. The last bit was some kind of strap around the base of it. Then, while he was trying to make sense of what he felt, she put something new atop his head.

It took a moment or two for Flash to realize she'd put a wig on his head, was pinning it to the band she'd put on it, and now his mommy was styling that wig. "Is that it? Can I look yet?"

"Not quite yet. There's one more accessory I need to add." Flash heard Celestia's giggles as she did something behind his back. The tight dress had some thicker material back there that seemed meant to support something. After a few moments of tugging and pressing, she finally said. "Okay, my little angel, open your eyes."

Taking a breath, Flash did as his mommy told him and felt confusion. The face looking back at him was definitely his, but the blonde bangs on his temple were strange, to say nothing of the bundle of straw-colored hair above his head. Skipping the alien nature of his hair, he moved his gaze down to the emerald dress he wore.

Down further revealed that it really was very short, but then his eyes traced back up again and he spotted the translucent wings on his back. "M-Mommy?"

"You still need to add a little to that chest, and we need the shoes—possibly some makeup too—but what do you think?" Celestia leaned down behind and to one side of Flash, making sure her cleavage was visible to him in the mirror as well as her face.

Flash's hands reached out to his makeup desk before him, opening the little drawer that held his padding supplies. Working with practiced efficiency, he started first on his left side and then moved to the right, trying to not get distracted by the blonde fairy in the mirror. With a suitably filled chest, he finally let himself look at the whole effect and shivered in excitement. "Tinker Bell?"

Celestia's hug was all-encompassing. Flash felt her chest press against his back while her arms pulled him tighter against her bosom. "Do you like it?"

Wiggling a little, Flash couldn't hold back his giggles of excitement at the youthful fairy in the mirror being hugged by his mommy. His sigh of pure bliss seemed like a good answer to him, but Flash felt compelled to give her an actual opinion. "It's the softness, the tightness, the cut of the dress, and being able to wear it this well."

Celestia squeezed him a little tighter. "You sound much more confident now. I remember when I first started playing dress-ups with you, you'd go quiet when I put you in a dress."

"I wear dresses all the time now!"

"You do! Do you enjoy it?" Celestia's warmth soaked into Flash from behind him, the scent of her perfume on the verge of overwhelming him with the vanilla scent.

"You're trying to embarrass me," Flash said. He grinned at the blush on his cheeks. "And it's working." His eyes widened when Celestia's left hand strayed from his shoulder and started to take a journey downwards.

Flash was about to ask what she was doing when her right hand took his and guided it downwards too. "M-M—"

"All girls need to know how to relieve certain pressures, Fleur." Celestia guided Flash's hand down so it was pressed between both of hers. She lined them up one of Flash's thighs and between his panties and his soft flesh.

Unsure what to do, Flash was thankful that Celestia was guiding him. Her hands slipped below where he'd naturally expect her to have gone, and instead settled his fingers down on his perineum.

"That's the spot every girl finds eventually. I've no doubt my perfect little angel has been avoiding it, but it's time to face facts, Fleur, you need to unwind from time to time." Celestia's strong digits pressed down on Flash's own, stroking that smooth flesh and making his toes curl up. "Let Mommy guide you, and I promise you'll pick things up yourself in no time."

Nodding mutely, Flash tried to keep his hand as relaxed as possible, but it was hard with what Celestia was doing. His fingertips brushed up and down the soft flesh, and despite himself, he let out a little sigh in his excitement.

"Unlike men, girls take their time. We have a slower build-up." Celestia kept up the stroking while she spoke, even using Flash's digits to draw little circles in places. "Are you paying attention?"

Flash tried to nod his head, then realized Celestia wanted him to reply more verbally. Doing his very best to keep his voice even, Flash said, "Yes, Mommy." But a firmer press against his soft flesh made him cry out, making plain how much he was enjoying his time. He was about to say something else when Celestia took his other hand and brought it to his chest.

Pushing himself forward, Flash let loose his voice again and moaned without restraint as Celestia guided him further in the arts of female masturbation. It wasn't a rush to finish, like the masculine version had always seemed to be, for Flash, but a squirming, relaxed, and slow rise to the peaks of pleasure.

And he did. With his mommy's teasing and coaxing, Flash couldn't hold back the growing heat and excitement. Fully embracing the slow, drawn-out rise, he started to tremble in Celestia's arms when he reached his peak.

There was no sharp arrival and departure of his climax, like Flash could remember with his experiences as a guy. Celestia's hands continued their task, guiding his fingers through the process of extending his pleasure beyond anything he'd experienced before.

He slumped back, letting Celestia hold him steady while he tried to get his body and mind realigned to communicate again. It took multiple tries, but eventually Flash was able to slow everything down to focus on saying, "Wow."

"And that, Fleur, is how a lady does it in the privacy of her own bedroom." Celestia slid her hands away slowly, letting Flash finally have control of his own limbs again while she turned the passionate moment of guided masturbation into a big cuddle. "How do you feel?"

"Like I could float away on a cloud." Flash said the first thing to come into his head because, in the happy state he was in, he wasn't sure if there'd be a second. Then, to ruin his moment, he realized he had probably made a huge mess in his panties. Shifting a little, he stood up and, grabbing his toiletries pack he always carried with him, headed for the bathroom while Celestia watched on, amused.

What surprised Flash at first was there wasn't as much smell when he peeled back his panties. Then he saw there was hardly any mess at all. He could only stare in surprise, mind running over the incredible orgasm he'd had.

There wasn't even enough moisture in his pad to justify swapping it.

Letting his panties go, he turned for the door and made his way back toward his bedroom. He felt like he was floating. By the time he got back to his room, he found his mommy sitting on his bed, patting the covers beside her.

Walking over, feeling like he was gliding on air, Flash sat down and immediately felt a hand on his head—patting him where the tiara wasn't.

"Get cleaned up, sweetie?" Celestia asked.

"I—" Flash tried to hide his blush, but his grin still gave him away. "I didn't have any mess."

Pulling Flash tight to her side with her arm, Celestia left off the headpats and instead snuggled her boi against the side of her chest. "Good girl!"

Tilting his head, Flash pressed his cheek against one of Celestia's breasts and was, once more, in his happy place. "It felt sooooo good, though."

"Mmhmm. But, Fleur, girls don't make as much of a mess as guys do." Kissing the top of Flash's head, Celestia slipped her arm that was around him down, her hand finding its way under his skirt again.

Flash let out a happy sigh as Celestia's hand stroked his inner thigh. "It feels so nice, Mommy."

"I bet it does. If you're going to start having boyfriends, you're going to need to learn how to handle them." Celestia musing out loud like that made Flash blush more. He started to close his legs and squirm, but stopped lest he disrupt the snuggle. "You know what he'll want eventually, right, Fleur?"

It was, at the same time, both exciting and terrifying. Flash wasn't exactly a girl where it counted to most guys. He had no idea how Thunderbass would deal with it. The best he could do, he figured, was to steer things away from that when he could. "To play dress-ups?"

Booping Flash on the nose with her free hand, Celestia shook her head. "No, silly. Guys always want one thing and it's— Okay, it's not disgusting, but you need to prepare that little tush of yours to take him."

It could work, Flash realized. If he tucked really well, Thunderbass could go for that and be none the wiser. "How do I do that?"

"You're already waxing your legs, it's just another place that needs to have hair removed."

"I was bleaching…" Flash wiggled a little.

"Which is fine, but not if you want someone to get close. I'll have Luna help with this. Don't you worry, Fleur." When Celestia squeezed Flash again, he let himself be pulled off balance and flopped onto her lap. "Tired?"

"A little." Flash squirmed a little while Celestia patted his head again. His wings felt funny under him, but they seemed to be made of something springy enough that they didn't get damaged. "Anyone would think all this training wore me out!"

"Fleur! A little birdie told me that you play doubles tennis with Luna against Rainbow and Sour every week. I doubt this could wear you out as much as a half a day playing tennis."

"But I get to run around and—and sweat. It's nice to have fun with my friends like that. This—this is pretty draining, though." Flash didn't resist in the slightest when Celestia's hand moved from his head to his tummy, rubbing slow circles there.

"So you're too tired for more?" Celestia asked.

Biting his lip, Flash looked up and barely managed to see his mommy's face gazing down past her bosom. "I didn't say that."

"Then give me your hand. This time, I think, we'll go a little harder—what with you being in the mood already."

Flash was wiped out. He couldn't say no to his mommy, and she'd saw fit to guide him to the heights of pleasure five more times. Staring up at his ceiling, Flash couldn't help but giggle in girlish glee. He had a date coming up, though, which meant he needed his beauty sleep.

But he couldn't sleep as he was. Rolling off the side of his bed, Flash stood on wobbly legs and made his way to his makeup desk. He took his time, letting his mind wander back to all the fun he'd just had, as he cleaned his face off.

Stripping out of the wig and dress took some work, the former was an unfamiliar new thing and the latter was more of a coordination issue. When his arms wobbled for the last time as he got the dress off, he couldn't help but giggle at it.

Down to the floor tumbled his packing. Flash sighed and crouched down to pick it up. In the floor-length mirror in the corner, he caught sight of himself bending down. He had his panties on still, but the soft curves he'd developed recently gave him an air of femininity that even nakedness couldn't hide.

If it was wrong to sit still for a moment and simply admire himself, Flash didn't want to be right. Despite his constant diligence to work at presenting a feminine form, he had one underneath the dresses and blouses already.

But, Flash needed to get into bed, and sitting here and exploring his girlish daydreams wasn't helping accomplish that. Standing up with a sigh, he walked over to where his pink, fluffy bathrobe hung and slung it around his shoulders, only tying it in the front when he felt it might be a little too tempting to his mommy or dommy to see him bare chested.

He left his room and got as far as the bathroom door, where Luna stood. The door was closed and Luna looked a little sour. "Something wrong?"

Luna looked down at Flash and her sour expression softened. "Waiting my turn, like a good little sister." She reached down to tousle Flash's hair. "I heard you had quite the night."

Blushing for all he was worth, Flash nodded. "Mommy taught me how to—how to enjoy being a girl."

"I bet she did. I got home before you two were done and heard you enjoying it at the top of your voice." Never one to skip a moment where she could tease Flash, Luna kept her comments at a level she knew her favorite plaything enjoyed. "Planning to test them out yourself later?"

"I-I didn't think I was that loud." His protest only encouraged Luna to tousle his hair with more force. "What? I wasn't—"

"You were, Fleurette, quite loud. But I think we have a misunderstanding. I wasn't complaining. Hearing your enjoyment is a highlight of my evening. The new club was not worth it." Luna slowed down her play and just twisted her fingers through Flash's hair, gently massaging his scalp while she was at it. "The lighting was too bright, the music wasn't loud enough, and they were trying to charge everyone a cover fee. Outrageous."

Flash leaned against Luna, enjoying the far simpler pleasure of contact with someone he loves while she's doing the same. The sound of her voice, though, soothed him so much that he seemed to blink and wake up in the shower, a dark pair of hands washing him.

Before he'd moved in with the sisters, Flash had only heard of people showering together in porn and movies, and it had always been purely about sex. Luna's hands, though, were all over him. Their enjoyment had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with spending time close to someone they deeply cared about. Or, so Flash felt. The way Luna was making happy noises, though, he had to assume she was of the same mind.

As Luna's hands slipped down to Flash's hips, he felt her grip a little tighter before she brought herself against him with a firm shove. Flash bit his lip at the forceful display. She didn't have any toys on, but just the dominant thrusting against his tush was enough to make him wobbly—physically and mentally.

"You're my girl, aren't you?"

Flash nodded, then trusted his voice to say, "Yes, Mistress."

One of Luna's hands strayed around to Flash's groin. Her palm resting over his exposed parts, ignoring them and giving them no stimulation, she began to run her fingers underneath. The flesh there, still sensitive from his time with Celestia, had Flash screwing his eyes closed in girlish glee.

"My. Subby. Little. Girl." Each word Luna spoke was punctuated with a thrust from her hips and a firmer push against Flash's perineum. She finally wrapped her free arm around his chest and held him against her. "You indulge me too much, Fleurette."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Flash wiggled his rump a little, earning him a groan from Luna. "What's the matter, too hot for you, Dommy?"

Laughing in that way that always made Flash feel a rush of ASMR, Luna asked, "What has you so worked up?"

"You playing with me." Flash shivered again as Luna's fingers massaged against his flesh. "I hope I managed to improve your night?"

Laughing, giving Flash one more fingering, Luna let him go and started to wash him in earnest—starting with his hair. "With you to come home to, every night is improved by its ending, Fleurette."

Melting into the words as much as the hands working water through his hair, Flash made soft and happy sounds of utter bliss. The surprise he felt when Luna left his hair alone and moved to lather up his body, was quickly soothed by her hands. The soap she used was his favorite, smelling of lavender.

Nonetheless, Flash squirmed when Luna reached for sensitive parts—which he had to admit was a large part of him now. The feel of her massaging the body-wash into his chest, his thighs, and especially between his legs—wouldn't let him hold still.

"Go on, get out and dry off while I finish up." Luna delivered a firm smack to Flash's rump, getting a startled squeal from him before he laughed his way out of the shower.

Finding one of the huge soft towels Flash himself kept clean and ready for such use, he began drying himself off. Of course, he was given a show of his Dommy washing herself in the shower, and even though the glass was frosted, he could catch glimpses that his imagination could fill in around the edges.

Once dry, he reached for his dressing gown and pulled the soft silk around him. It was delicate and gentle, just like Flash imagined himself having become. Luna stepped out of the shower behind him and he turned. The image of a cobalt goddess moved, dripping wet, to the middle of the bathroom. Flash could remember back to high school and how much the other guys had mentioned wanting to see this exact situation.

"Fleurette, you should take a picture, it will last longer," Luna said, her lips curling into a smile. Luna went about drying herself, not bothering with any modesty yet. The flash of a camera got her attention, though. Spinning to glare at Flash, she froze. "You got a camera…"

Walking up to where Luna was pointing her finger at him, apparently frozen by the surprise of him doing exactly what she'd offhanded said, Flash leaned forward and pressed his nose to the finger. "Boop."

When Luna grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, Flash's world turned a deep and satisfying blue. He worked his own arms around her to hug back, but Luna's strength far exceeded his own and so he wasn't going anywhere but pillowy heaven as she settled his head into her cleavage.

"You're a gem, Fleurette. An absolute gem."

"Mrffmrf," was all Flash could manage in reply.

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